The Nice Guys Page #4

Okay. Oh, yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT) You know

that colour doesn't come off, right?

(SPITS)

I tried to tell you.

You tried to tell me? (CHUCKLES)

-F*** you!

-Hey, hey. Oh, no! Hey!

Not the fish. Come on.

Hey, can you ask this guy

to behave like a professional?

You know, kid,

when I get that gun off you,

it's gonna be your dinner.

Dinner? (LAUGHING)

It's f***ing...

You're funny. You're funny.

Don't... Don't...

Come on, fish.

You want some f***ing dinner?

Do you want some dinner?

Why are you doing this?

This is not gonna help you.

-There you go.

-Now, come on.

You're gonna eat that thing,

you f***ing f***!

Look, you gotta stop

and think about this,

all right?

When you came here tonight,

was this what you wanted to happen?

What, you came here

to make me eat fish?

To shoot me?

Look, if you come in here,

you beat up on me,

you trash the place,

I understand, I get it,

it's part of the job.

I accept it, all right?

But what did you do?

You did something different

from that, didn't you? Right?

You pissed me off.

You made an enemy.

Now, even if I knew something,

I wouldn't tell you, kid.

And you know why I wouldn't tell you?

And this is...

It's not my only reason,

but it is a principle reason.

You know, I wouldn't tell you

'cause you're a f***ing moron.

-(TV PLAYING)

-What the...

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

You stupid son of a b*tch.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

GIRL 1:
Six. I'm a six.

GIRL 2:
I'm a seven!

-Six.

-Seven!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jesus Christ! One at a time!

You took the Lord's name in vain.

No, I didn't, Janet.

I found it very useful, actually.

Okay, Janet?

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

GIRL 3:
Birthday girl!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

March. Jack Healy.

Don't get upset.

I'm not here to hurt you.

I just wanna ask you a question.

-Hey, no.

-How stupid do you think I am?

I got a licence to carry, motherf***er.

Ever since your little visit the other day,

this little baby's gonna stay right here.

F***, f***.

Look away.

Look...

You know there's a mirror here, right?

Close your eyes.

F***ing damn it. Forget it.

You know what? Turn around.

-Can I open my eyes?

-Yeah, open your eyes.

What do you want?

I want you to find Amelia.

-(BOWLING PINS CLATTER)

-(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

So you think these guys

are gonna hurt Amelia?

Sure, after they're done killing her.

You know, I asked around about you.

There's a couple of people I trust

say you're pretty good at this.

Well, that's surprising.

I would have thought

your job ended with breaking

my f***ing arm.

(CHUCKLES) Well, you know,

technically it did.

I'm off the clock.

-This is a separate situation.

-(CLICKS TONGUE)

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