
Drugstore Cowboy
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- Year:
- 1989
- 102 min
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(3.50 / 2 votes)I was once a shameless,
full-time dope fiend.
Yeah, me
- Bob. The sweet mother's son.
Me and my crew robbed drugstores.
I had done 'em all,
up and down the Pacific Northwest,
with pharmacies open or closed.
It didn't matter.
Except for technique.
But don't get the idea it was easy.
It's hard being a dope fiend. And
it's even harder running a crew.
Dianne was my wife.
I loved her. Man, did she love dope.
So we made a good couple.
Whenever I got out of the joint
I always ended up with Dianne.
Rick was my sidekick. My muscle.
He was no novice to
the life of crime.
His record showed a steady climb from
juvenile offender to small-time thief.
He was gonna do just fine.
Nadine was Rick's old lady.
A counter girl he picked up during one of our jobs.
She was a piece of work.
She had no record. Just a smile
that caught us all a little off guard.
I was the undisputed leader then.
I carried the whole goddamn outfit on
my back like it was my own newborn son.
But I guess, deep down,
We played a game we couldn't win...
to the utmost.
Good morning. I like your hat.
- Do you have wintergreen gum?
- I don't think we carry that.
Hey!
Hey! Come out here!
This lady's having a fit! Hey!
Come on, she's bouncing
all over the place!
Come on!
I think she might swallow her tongue.
Look at that. She's turning blue!
Excuse me. Are you too busy to
take some money for cough syrup?
Just a minute, ma'am.
Wait a minute, man.
She's foaming here.
I need an ambulance. A woman
is having an epileptic seizure.
- So how'd we do?
- So-so.
Are you sure you're OK?
Hey! Let's go. Come on.
Hurry up.
- I told you to walk, not crawl.
- You said walk and that's what we did.
Yeah, I said walk, but I didn't
mean to go window-shopping.
Goddamnit, Bob.
Why do you gotta fix in the car?
Can't you wait till we get home?
Shut up and watch your drivin'.
Christ. Look at
this traffic up here. Sh*t.
We gotta get home. Idiot, move over!
After any kind of drug haul,
everyone in the crew indulged.
I laughed to myself as I pictured blues
or Dilaudid in such great amounts
that the spoon would
literally be overflowing.
Upon entering my vein
the drug would start a warm itch
that would surge along until the brain
consumed it in a gentle explosion
that began in the back of
the neck and rose rapidly
until I felt such pleasure
that the world sympathised
and took on a soft and lofty appeal.
Everything was grand then.
Your worst enemy, he wasn't so bad.
The ants in the grass, they were
just, you know, doin' their thing.
Everything took on the rosy
hue of unlimited success.
You could do no wrong. And as long
as it lasted, life... was beautiful.
Goddamnit.
Oh, screw you, buddy. Move over.
Where'd you get your goddamn licence?
Shithead!
All right, now, everybody just act cool.
Like we just got back from church.
Has anybody seen my lighter?
So, I was working for
this guy out in Valdez.
And I had this great idea to...
You just put sh*t on it, and water.
- Nadine?
- Give me the same as Rick, I guess.
I don't think so.
- Why not?
- You can't shoot no goddamn blue.
Give her half of one, Bob. That'll
keep her in the crapper all afternoon.
Goddamnit. I was in there just like you.
I ought to get the same as everyone else,
even if I can't shoot it all right now.
That ain't the way things work around
here, Nadine. I mean, you don't do sh*t.
It's me that's taking the big risk.
What about Dianne?
She didn't do anything either.
Really?
That what you think? Don't
give her a goddamn thing, Bob.
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