Vincent N Roxxy

Synopsis: A small town loner and a rebellious punk rocker unexpectedly fall in love as they are forced on the run and soon discover violence follows them everywhere.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Production: Vertical Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

- Don't you ever

fucking run from me, bitch!

Where the f*ck is my money?!

Where the f*ck?! Back up!

Back the f*ck up!

Back up! Back the f*ck up!

Call the police!

- Let's get the f*ck

out of here.

So who are you?

- Vincent.

- Have we met before?

- No.

- So you stepped into that...

And you've never met me before?

- No.

- Why'd you help me?

- I dunno.

Who wouldn't?

- Is that what you do?

Drive around in your cool car

trying to rescue girls

gettin' beat on?

- I dunno.

- I'm roxxy.

Where are you headed?

- Southwest, about...

700 miles.

- You think you can...

...drop me off... a bus station

or something?

- I'll give you a ride there

if you don't mind...

Drivin for a bit.

- You got something to ask me?

I got nothing to hide

in this world.

- How'd you know that guy?

- His name's Cordell.

My brother was killed

three days ago.

He was into some bad shit.

I went to his place

to get some things and...

Cordell was there.

He came after me.

I ran.

You know the rest.

- You thinkin'

about going to the police?

- That's not really an option

with guys like this

- Roxxy!

- Yeah.

- Where you gonna go?

- Anywhere to get away.

You're a good guy, Vincent,

but you don't wanna

get mixed up with me.

Trust me.

- My family, we have a farm...

Just northeast of town.

It's a really nice place.

Big property.

Just stay there until

you figure out your next moves.

- I can't do that.

I don't even know you

- I don't know you.

- Exactly.

Hey, well, listen.

You change your mind,

just ask around for Vincent

or jc Stewart.

You'll find me and my brother.

- No doubt.

- I come out,

there's this dude

sitting in the backseat.

Now I'm, like:
"What the f*ck?"

This dude looks homeless.

I'm about to whoop some ass

when my auntie,

she tell me to get in.

Says his name is Terry or Jerry,

i don't know,

but she wants

to give him a ride.

I'm, like:

My auntie name Julie.

"We ain't trying to pick up

no hitchhikers on this trip.

You fucking crazy."

She insists, so I'm eyeballing

this guy, right?

Right in the rearview.

Now I notice he's got this bag,

and it's this crazy-looking bag:

All leather

with these chrome rings on it.

I mean,

it's just the kind of bag,

it just exemplifies suspicion.

So I say to him:
"Hey, man,

what's in the bag?"

He responds:

"None of your fucking business."

Cold as ice.

I'm starting to get angry.

"Alright, look, man,

i ain't trying to get

in the middle of your deal,

I ain't trying

to f*ck with your shit.

I'm just looking out

for my auntie and myself.

I'm just asking:

What's in the bag?"

He leans forward...

Right up in my face,

he says,

"none of your fucking business.

And if you ask me again,

I will f*ck you up,


Lean back.

I look over at Julie,

Julie freaking out.

We drive couple miles,

tension... a motherfucker.

He says, "pull over." So we do.

We pull over

the side of the road,

and he gets out the car,

he's in the weeds or something.

I think he's takin' a piss,

doin' some kind of shit

he doesn't want us to see.

You know what I mean?


I look in the backseat.

There's that bag,

just sittin' there,

lookin' right back at me

I look over at the guy.

Guy about 20 feet

from the car.

I turn to Julie.

"Julie, drive, and f*ck it."

And we do. We leave his ass

on the side of the road,

bag in the backseat.


- Well... what was in the bag?

- None of your fucking business.

Oh... that's what's in the bag,


- You fuckin' kiddin' me, man.

- You guys fell

for that stale-ass joke, huh?

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