Seven Psychopaths

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Was it Dillinger got shot through the eyeball

or am I thinking of somebody else?

Moe Greene got shot through

the eyeball in The Godfather.

Yeah, I'm talking about in real life.

Somebody in real life

got shot through the eyeball.

Who was that?

Well, no, Larry, many people in real life

have got shot through the eyeball.

I'm just saying

I think Dillinger was one of them.

That's really good aim.

- No, that ain't really good aim.

-How is that not really good aim, Tommy?

That's 100 f***ing cops

shooting 1,000 bullets a minute.

One of them's bound to go through

somebody's f***ing eyeball.

Eyeball. Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball.

You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball?

I stabbed a guy in his ear once,

ice pick, right in his f***ing ear.

Yeah, see, that'd be a different subject.

That'd be "ears."

- What's the matter with you, Tommy?

-Nothing's the matter with me.

Are you nervous because

we're killing a chick'?

Yeah, look at me, I'm shaking.

I got the chick-killing shakes.

The last thing the boss says to me, he says,

"Tommy, the moment

I first saw Angela's eyes, I knew it.

"I knew it was love, I knew I was f***ed.

And lo and behold, I was.

"So, Tommy, the moment after you kill her,

"please, shoot her f***ing eyeballs out."

Those were his exact words.

I got one exact word for that.

"Overkill."

I got two exact words for that, "Hear, hear."

I got three exact words for that.

"You're damn f***ing straight."

In Cuba, the torturers used to have a device,

two thin metal spikes,

placed here, that they adjusted,

and slowly, millimeter by millimeter,

pricked into the eyeballs.

You're kidding me?

Those Communist motherfuckers.

Well, no, Larry. These are the ones

those Communist motherfuckers kicked out.

What is it with you today, Tommy?

First it's should we or shouldn't we

shoot this chick through the eyeballs,

and second, it's you've gone soft...

Hey, Martin, it's your agent calling again.

Just wondering when we're gonna see

that new screenplay of yours.

I'm not sure what the holdup is,

but the old clock's ticking, buddy,

so give me a call, okay?

Hiya, Kaya.

Martin's writing today, Billy.

Should I just stand outside like a dick, then?

You doing yoga?

- Was.

-Can l watch?

What happened to you?

I got in a fight at my audition.

Who with this time?

- The director guy.

-He broke his nose.

How are you ever gonna get a job, Billy,

if you break the director guy's nose

before you even got the part?

I didn't mean to break his nose.

His nose was just in the middle

of where I was punching.

- I'm going to work.

-Are you pissed at me for something, baby?

Why would I be pissed at you, Marty?

- Because you're a c*nt.

-Billy!

I don't remember

doing anything to piss her off.

Don't worry about it.

She's probably pissed at you

not for anything specific,

more because she's a f***ing b*tch.

She's not a f***ing b*tch, Billy.

She's just got issues.

Yeah, she's got issues.

She's got "being a f***ing b*tch" issues.

When are you gonna get a girlfriend anyway?

Why do I have to do all this sh*t on my own?

Maybe I've already got a girlfriend.

A girlfriend I can't tell you anything about

in the interests of your own safety.

That just means you haven't got a girlfriend.

Proof be if need proof... Never mind.

Proof be if need be.

And how's everything

in the dog-kidnapping business?

Dog-"borrowing" business.

I ain't talking about that sh*t neither.

Dog-borrowing business.

Big boy.

His name's Abel.

- Hi. Is this your dog?

-Oh, my God!

- I have to pay you.

-No, please. I can't.

- Take this. Thank you so much.

-Are you serious?

Hey, hey. So where do you wanna go, Hans,

now that we're back in the money?

- The cancer ward, Billy, if you don't mind.

-One cancer ward coming right up.

Five hundred bucks, baby.

A blonde lady with a big fat basset hound.

When you gonna get a job

that ain't just stealing from folks, Hans?

I'm a 63-year-old, ain't worked in 20 years.

Myra, where am I gonna get a job?

Government.

Government?

"A job that ain't just stealing from folks"?

Government?

Government.

Five hundred bucks for a dog.

Come on. I'm gonna put it here,

and you can take it if you want.

So how's the Seven Psychopaths

coming along, Marty?

Slow, slow.

L got the title.

Just haven't been able to

come up with all the psychopaths yet.

- How many you got?

-One.

And he ain't really much of a psychopath.

He's more of a, kind of a Buddhist.

A Buddhist?

Yeah. See, I'm sick of all these stereotypical

Hollywood murderous

scumbag-type psychopath movies.

I don't want it to be one more film

about guys with guns in their hands.

I want it, overall, to be about love and peace.

But it still has to be about

these seven psychopaths,

so this Buddhist psychopath,

he doesn't believe in violence.

I don't know what the f***

he's gonna do in the movie.

Maybe he could karate chop somebody.

You know?

So what happens to

the seven psychopaths at the end?

I don't know what happens to them

at the start.

Yeah, it'll be all right.

Hey. Sh*t in my pants,

I got a psychopath fool you can write about.

Did you see this thing

in the paper the other day

about those two Mafia guys

who got whacked?

How about this?

There's a serial killer going around,

a major whacko.

However, he ain't like

your usual limp-ass serial killer,

tie up a freckle-headed hitchhiker

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