
Let Me Make You a Martyr
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- 2016
- 102 min
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("Slippin' into
darkness" by war)
Slippin' into darkness
take my mind
beyond the dreams
I was slippin' into darkness
yeah
take my mind
beyond the dreams
where I talk to my brothers
oh-oh-oh-oohh
(doorbell rings)
June, wake the f*ck up.
What the f*ck is goin' on?
What don't you two gentlefucks
tell me what it
is I can do for ya
at 7 A.M. on a fuckin' Tuesday.
Listen, cut the shit.
You know why we're here.
See originally,
the plan was just
to take your friend.
The dead one over there with us.
Looks like you're gonna
have to take his place.
It's time to pay up.
Alright, here's
how it's gonna go.
Either one of you
raise those my way,
and you're both gonna
be a couple of fuckin'
Jackson pollocks on
the wall behind you!
Look, you would'a shot
me if you were man enough
when I walked through
the fuckin' door.
You killed your best friend.
Your boss is done.
Your income is gone.
And so is your white pony ride.
Let's face it,
you're a fiend, kid.
I know your family.
They're gonna drop you quicker
than you dropped
that little slut
you've been whorin'
around town with.
I'll have you know
that about two hours
ago I had my dick buried
so deep inside that slut's ass.
The one you're
referring to, I assume.
My girlfriend.
And as for this f*ck,
he did it to himself.
God knows why.
Let's just just get
this shit over with.
You know you're dead already.
But if this is
how it's gonna go,
then roll the curtains.
(Gun clicks)
You can't fight fate.
I'll tell ya, if
god's in this room,
he's one sick f*ck.
(Busting door open)
(Tense music)
Name, date of birth.
Nothin' to say for yourself?
That's alright.
No one leaves here
without full disclosure.
Take him to six.
(Door slams)
(Coughs)
(Door opens)
(Door closes)
Let's see.
Glass, glass.
Drew, is it?
Of course it is.
What is this, am
I being charged?
We'll get to that
when we get there.
Now, you are, in fact,
Mr. glass, I presume?
Yeah.
See, how hard was that?
And you are Mr. glass
of September, 1984.
Yeah.
Born to Veronica black.
Deceased, December
of 1985. Correct?
Father unknown.
Assumed and adopted by one
Lawrence Fitzgerald glass.
What is this about?
(Slashing)
We'll get to that, I promise.
Just answer
as I ask.
However trivial or
menial it may sound.
So?
[Charon] So.
Am I being charged?
Oh, well, let me explain to you
what it is exactly that I do.
I'm a glorified buffer of sorts.
A bag man in my previous life.
The reason I do what I do,
and the man in charge chose me,
is because I have the
impeccable ability to remain
non-partisan and unwavering,
while retaining
the relevant amount of empathy
it takes to sit
across this table.
Now, we're gonna
cover a lot of ground
So, we will start
small and simple
and follow all the
splinters as they surface.
So, I need you to tell
me how you got here.
What happened?
I'm not exactly sure.
(Gun cocks)
(Exhales)
Too much too soon, huh?
Okay, what about
the previous day?
Where did that begin?
A blow job?
A cup of coffee?
Suduko?
It doesn't have to be
significant or profound,
we're just tryin'
to find a beginning.
Nine times out of 10, these
things start with a car ride.
Or a woman.
[Drew] It started with both.
Proceed.
Tell me about the girl.
(Somber music)
(Airplane propeller roaring)
(Crickets chirp)
(Car door opens)
(Door slams)
What the hell is goin' on, man?
Why you takin' a fuckin'
attitude with me?
Don't forget I took my night off
to drive the f*ck out
here to bum f*ck nowhere.
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