Edmond Page #6

- I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

Now, you come with me,

we'll walk here like we're talkin'.

- Is she going to be clean?

- Yes, she is.

I understand you, man.

I understand what you want.

Believe me.

- Is there any money in this?

- Oh, well, man, you know, there's some.

You get done piecin' off

the police,

this man here, the medical,

the bills, you know.

- How much does the girl get?

- 60%. Oh, yeah.

Uh, it's right

up here.

All right, motherf***er, now give me

all your money! All of it! Now!

- All right.

- Don't turn around. Don't turn around!

- Just hand me all you've got.

- All right.

Don't you make

a motherfuckin' sound.

I'm gonna do

everything you say.

You just hand me

all you've got.

You motherfucking n*gger!

Hold on!

Motherfucking sh*t!

Jungle bunny!

You coon! You c*nt!

You cocksucker!

- Take me upstairs?!

- Oh my God?

You f***!

You n*gger!

You dumb c*nt!

You sh*t! Sh*t!

You f***ing n*gger!

Don't f*** with me,

you coon!

I hope you're dead!

I want a cup of coffee.

No. A beer.

- Irish whiskey.

- Irish whiskey?

Yes. A double.

Huh. Beer chaser.

- You're in a peppy mood today.

- You're goddamn right I am.

And do you know why?

Because I am alive.

You know how much

of our life we're alive,

you and I? Nothing!

Two minutes out of the year.

When we meet someone new.

When we get married.

When... when... when...

when we're in difficulties.

In a car crash.

And that's it.

You know... you know,

we're sheltered.

- Who is?

- You and I. White people.

All of us.

All of us.

The white race is doomed.

And do you know why?

- Sit down.

- I can't, I'm working.

You can do anything you want to do. You

don't sit down 'cause you're working.

The reason you don't

sit down is you don't want to sit down,

because it's more comfortable

to accept a law

than question it

and live your life.

All of us. We've bred the life

out of ourselves!

We live in a fog.

We live in a dream.

And we are dead.

How old are you?

I've lived

in a fog 47 years.

Most of the life

I have to live, it's gone.

I wasted it

because I didn't know.

And you know what

the answer is?

To live.

That's it.

In one moment,

for which I thank God.

To live!

I want to

tell you something.

No one's going to know.

Just you. That's all.

No one's keeping score,

and no one cares.

- I want to go home with you tonight.

- Why?

Why do you think?

I want to f*** you.

It's as simple as that.

- What's your name?

- Glenna.

You see this?

- Yes.

- That f***in' n*gger comes up to me,

"Gimme all your money."

"He's underpaid.

He can't get a job.

He's bigger than me.

He's a killer."

He don't care about his life...

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