Let me tell you what "Like A Virgin"is about.
It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick.
The entire song is a metaphor for big dicks.
No, it ain't.
It's about a girl who's very vulnerable.
She's been fucked over a few time and she meets a guy...
who's sensitive.
Timeout. Tell that bullshit to the tourists.
Toby? Who the fuck is Toby?
Like A Virgin is not about some sensitive girl...
who meets a nice fella.
That's "True Blue" is about. No argument about that.
- Which one is "True Blue"? - It was a big hit for Madonna.
I don't even follow that top-of-the-pops shit...
and I've heard of "True Blue".
I didn't say I ain't heard it. All I asked is, how's it go?
Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Personally, I can do without her.
I used to like her early stuff, "Borderline"...
but when she got "Papa, Don't Preach", I tuned out.
Hey, you guys are making me lose my train of thought here.
I was sayin' something. What was it?
Oh, Toby's that little Chinese girl.
- What was her last name? - What's that?
It's an old address book I found in a coat...
I haven't worn in a coon's age.
- What was that name? - What the fuck I talkin' about?
You said "True Blue" was about a guy...
a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy...
"but "Like A Virgin" was a metaphor for big dicks.
Let me tell you what Like A Virgin is about.
It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine.
I'm talkin' morning, day, night, afternoon...
dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick!
- How many dicks is that? - A lot.
Then one day, she meets this John Holmes mother-fucker.
It's like, "Whoa, baby".
He's like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape".
He's diggin' tunnels. Now she's gettin' serious dick action.
She's feelin' somethin' she ain't felt since forever...
pain, pain.
Chew? Toby Chew?
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her.
Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now.
But when this cat fucks her, it hurts.
It hurts just like it did the first time.
You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine...
what it was once like to be a virgin.
Hence, "Like A Virgin".
Wong.
- Give me that fuckin' thing. - What hell do you think...
you're doin'?
I'm sick of hearin' it, Joe. I'll give it back to you...
when we leave.
What you mean, when we leave? Give me it back now!
For the past 15 minutes now, you've been droning...
on about names.
Toby. Toby?
Toby? Toby Wong.
Toby Wong? Toby Wong.
Toby Chung "fuckin' Charlie Chan".
I've got Madonna's big dick comin' out of my left ear...
and Toby the Jap I don't know what...
comin' out of my right.
Give me that book.
Are you gonna put it away?
I'm gonna do whatever fuck I want with it.
Well, then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to keep it.
Hey, Joe...
- want me to shoot this guy? - Shit.
You shoot me in a dream you better wake up and apologize.
You guys been listenin' to K-BILLY's Super Sounds...
- of the '70s weekend? - Yeah. That's fuckin' great.
- Believe the songs they play? - Know I heard the other day?
Heartbeat, It's a Lovebeat by little Tony DeFranco.
I haven't heard that song since I was...
in the fifth fuckin' grade.
When I was comin' down here...
"The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" came on.
I ain't heard that song since it was big.
But when it was big, I must've heard it...
a million-trillion fuckin' times.
But this is the first time I ever realized...
that the girl singin' the song...
is the one who shot Andy.
You didn't know that Vickie Lawrence was...
the one who shot Andy?
I thought the cheatin' wife shot Andy.
They say that at the end of the song.
I know, mother-fucker. I just heard it.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
I must've zoned out during that part before.
All right, I'll take care of the check.
You guys can get the tip.
Should be about a buck apiece.
And you, when I come back I want my book.
Sorry. It's my book now.
Hey, I changed my mind.
Shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
Everybody cough up some green for the little lady.
Come on, throw in a buck.
I don't tip.
- You don't tip? - I don't believe in it.
You don't believe in tipping?
Do you know what these chicks make? They make shit.
If she don't make enough money she can quit.
I don't even know a fuckin' Jew...
who'd have the balls to say that.
Let me get this straight. You don't ever tip, huh?
I don't tip because society says I have to.
If they really put forth the effort...
I'll give 'em somethin' extra.
But this tipping automatically...
it's for the birds.
As far as I'm concerned, they'rejust doin' theirjob.
- This girl was nice. - She was okay.
- She wasn't anything special. - What's special?
Take you in the back and suck your dick?
I'd go over 12% for that.
I ordered coffee, all right? She's only filled...
my cup three times.
I want it filled six times.
Six times? Well, what if she's too fuckin' busy?
"Too fuckin' busy" can't be in a waitress's vocabulary.
Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but the last...
fuckin' thing you need is another cup of coffee.
These ladies aren't starvin' to death.
They make minimum wage.
I used to work minimum wage, and when I did...
I wasn't lucky enough to have ajob...
that society deemed tip-worthy.
You don't care they count your tips to live?
You know what this is?
The world's smallest violin, playin'...
just for the waitresses.
You don't have any idea what you're talkin' about.
These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.
So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need...
to tip them.
They're servin' you food, but society says...
"Don't tip these guys over here...
but tip these guys". That's bullshit.
Waitressing is the number-one occupation...
for female non-college graduates in this country.
It's the onejob basically any woman can get...
and make a living on.
The reason is because of their tips.
Fuck all that.
I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips.
That's fucked up. That ain't my fault.
It would appear that waitresses are one of the...
many groups the government fucks on a regular basis.
Show me a paper that says the government...
shouldn't do that, I'll sign it.
I'll vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball.
This non-college bullshit, I got two words for that...
Learn to fuckin' type.
If you're expectin' me to help out with the rent...
you're in for a big surprise.
He's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.
Hey. Leave the dollars there.
All right, ramblers, let's get ramblin'.
Wait a minute. Who didn't throw in?
- Mr. Pink. - Mr. Pink?
- Why not? - He don't tip.
He don't tip?
- You don't tip? - He don't believe in it.
Shut up. What do you mean...
you don't believe in it?
Cough up a buck, you cheap bastard.
I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
Since you bought breakfast, I'll put in.
But normally I would never do this.
Never mind what you normally would do.
Just cough in your goddamn buck like everybody else.
Thank you.
That was the Partridge Family's...
"Doesn't Somebody Want To Be Wanted?"...
followed by Edison Lighthouse's...
"Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes"...
as K-BILL Y's Super Sounds...
of the '70s weekend...
just keeps on truckin'.
I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna die!
Just hold on, buddy boy!
I'm gonna die!
- I'm sorry! - Give me your hand.
I can't believe she killed me, man!
Who'd have fuckin' thought that?
Hey, just cancel that shit right now!
You're hurt. You're hurt real fuckin' bad...
but you ain't dying!
All this blood's scarin' the shit out of me, Larry!
I'm gonna die! I know it!
Excuse me, I didn't realize you had a degree in medicine.
Are you a doctor?
Answer me, please! Are you a doctor?
No, I'm not. I'm not.
So you admit you don't know what you're talkin' about.
If you're through givin' me your amateur opinion...
lie back and listen.
I'm takin' you back to the rendezvous...
Joe's gonna get you a doctor...
the doctor's gonna fix you up and...
you're gonna be okay.
Now say it! You're gonna be okay!
Say it!
You're gonna be okay!
Say the goddamn words! You're gonna be okay!
Oh, God!
Say the goddamn fuckin' words!
Say it!
Okay, Larry.
Correct! Correct!
I'm okay.
Look where we are.
She had a baby, man. She had a baby!
We're in a warehouse.
Who's a tough guy? Who's a tough guy?
Come on, who's a tough guy?
Who's a tough guy? You're a tough guy.
You're a fuckin' tough guy.
We're in a warehouse. Look where we are.
We made it. We made it.
We fuckin' made it. We have fuckin' made it.
We're in a warehouse. Look where we are.
Hold on. Hold on.
- Shit! - Stop bangin' your head.
You're gonna bang a fuckin' hole in the floor.
You don't wanna hurt the fuckin' floor, do you?
I can't do anything for you.
But when Joe gets here...
which should be any time now...
he's gonna help you out, he's gonna take care of you.
We're gonna sit and wait for Joe.
- Who are we waitin' for? - Joe.
Larry, I'm fucking scared, man.
Would you please hold me?
Yeah, sure.
You go ahead and be scared.
You've been brave enough for one day.
I just want you to relax now, okay?
You're not gonna fuckin' die. You're gonna be fine.
When Joe gets here, he'll make you 100% again.
Am I hurt? I'm hurt bad, Larry.
It's not good, no.
Hey, Larry...
God bless your heart for what you're tryin' to do.
I was panicking for a minute back there.
But I got my senses back now.
The situation is, I'm shot in the belly.
Without medical attention, I'm gonna die.
I can't take you to a hospital.
Fuck jail, man!
You don't have to take me in. Just drive me up...
to the front, man.
Just drop me on the sidewalk. I'll take care of myself.
I won't tell 'em anything, man.
I won't tell 'em anything.
I swear to fucking God, man.
Just look in my eyes, Larry. Look in my eyes.
I won't tell them anything.
You'll be safe, man.
You're not gonna fuckin' die, kid. All right?
Listen to me. You're gonna be fine.
Along with the kneecap, the gut...
is the most painful area a guy can get shot in.
No shit!
But it takes a long time to die from it.
I'm talkin' days.
You're gonna wish you were dead, but...
it takes days to die from your wound.
Time is on your side.
Was that a fucking set up, for what?
Shit. Orange got tagged?
Gut shot.
Fuck. Where's Brown?
Dead.
How did he die?
How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
This is bad. This is so fucking bad.
Is it bad?
As opposed to good?
Man, this is fucked up.
This is so fucked up.
Somebody fucked us up big time, man.
You really think we were set up?
Do you even doubt it, man?
I don't think we got set up, I know it.
Where did all those cops come from, huh?
One minute they're not there...
and the next minute they're there.
I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay?
When an alarm goes, you got a four-minute response time.
Unless a patrol car is cruising...
that street at that moment...
you got four minutes before they can realistically respond.
In one minute, here were 17 blue boys out there...
all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing...
and they were all there!
Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars?
Those were the ones responding to the alarm...
but those first ones...
they were there and they were waitin' for us.
Haven't you fuckin' thought about this?
I haven't had a chance to think.
First I wasjust tryin' to get the fuck outta there.
And after we got away I've just been dealin' with him.
Better start thinkin' about it...
'cause that's all I'm thinkin' about.
I wasn't even gonna come here...
I wasjust gonna drive off, man...
because whoever set us up knows about this place.
There could've been cops here waitin'!
There could be cops comin' right now!
Let's go in the other room. Hey. In there.
Larry, don't leave me.
I'll be right in the other room, okay?
I'll be right there lookin' at ya.
I'm right here lookin' at you, okay?
I'm right over there.
Larry...
I'm gonna fucking die.
Larry.
What the fuck am I doin' here, man?
I felt funny about thisjob right off.
As soon as I felt it I should have said...
No, thank you, but I never listen.
Every time I ever got fucked buying weed...
the same thing.
I didn't trust the guy, but I wanted to believe him.
If he's not lying, then it's great.
I always said that if I felt that about ajob, I'd walk.
And I didn't. I didn't because of the fuckin' money!
What's done is done. I need you cool.
Are you cool?
I'm cool.
Splash some water on your face.
Take a breather.
Relax. Have a cigarette.
I quit.
- All right. - Why, you got one?
Okay, let's go through what happened.
We're in the place, everything's going fine.
Then the alarm gets tripped.
I turn around and all these cops are outside.
You're right. It was like, bam...
I blinked my eyes and they're there.
Everybody starts going ape-shit.
Then Mr. Blonde starts to shoot all...
- That's not correct. - What's wrong with it?
Ok. The cops did not show up after the alarm went off.
Not until Mr. Blonde started shootin' everybody.
Soon as I heard the alarm, I saw cops.
It wasn't that soon.
They didn't let their presence be known...
until after Mr. Blonde became a madman.
I'm not sayin' they weren't there.
But they didn't make a move until after...
Mr. Blonde started shootin' everybody.
I mean, that's how I know we were set up.
C'mon Mr. White, you can see that...
Enough of this Mr. White shit.
Wait! Don't tell me you're fuckin' name!
I don't wanna know it!
Jesus Christ, I ain't gonna tell you mine.
You're right. This is bad.
- How did you get out? - I shot my way out.
Everybody started shootin', so I blasted my way out.
Move it! Get outta the way!
Get the fuck outta the way!
Move it! Get outta the way!
Jesus Christ!
What the fuck is your problem, man?
- You fuckin' asshole! - Fuck you!
Move!
- Jesus! - Get outta the car!
Get the fuck outta the car!
Move it! Move outta the way!
I tagged a couple of cops.
Did you kill anybody?
- A few cops. - No real people?
Just cops.
Could you believe Mr. Blonde?
That was the most insane fuckin' thing...
I have ever seen.
Why the fuck would Joe hire a guy like that?
I don't want to kill anybody.
If I gotta get out that door and you're standin' in my way...
one way or the other you're gettin' outta my way.
That's the way I look at it.
The choice between doin' ten years...
and takin' out some stupid mother-fucker...
ain't no choice at all.
But I ain't no madman, either.
What the fuck was Joe thinkin'?
You can't work with a guy like that.
We're awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us...
when he shot the place up.
I came this close to takin' his ass out myself.
I mean, everybody panics. Everybody.
Things get tense. It's human nature.
I don't care what your name is, you can't help it.
Fuck, man, you panic on the inside...
in your head, you know?
You give yourself a couple of seconds...
get a hold of it and deal with it.
What you don't do is start shootin' up...
the place and start killin' people.
What you're supposed to do is act like a professional.
A psychopath ain't a professional.
You can't work with a psychopath.
You don't know what those sick assholes...
are gonna do next.
I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do you think...
that black girl was? Twenty?
- Maybe 21? - Lf that.
Did you see what happened to anybody else?
Me and Orange jumped in the car...
Brown floored it.
After that, I don't know what went down.
It was every man for himself.
As far as Mr. Blonde and Mr. Blue are concerned...
I ain't got the foggiest...
'cause once I got out, I never looked back.
What do you think?
What do I think?
The cops either caught 'em or killed 'em.
No chance they punched through? You found a hole.
Yeah, and that was a fuckin' miracle.
But even if they get away, then where are they?
If one of'em got a hold of the diamonds and...
- No, no way. - How can you be so sure?
I got the diamonds.
That's my boy.
- Where? - I stashed 'em.
If you wanna come with me, let's go get 'em...
right now, this second.
'Cause I think stayin' here, man...
we should have our fuckin' heads examined.
That was the plan. We meet here.
Then where the fuck is everybody?
I say the plan becomes null and void...
once we found out we got a rat here.
We ain't got the slightest idea...
what happened to Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue.
They could both be dead or maybe they're arrested.
The cops could have 'em right now at the station...
sweatin' 'em down.
They don't know names, but they know this place.
I swear to God, I think I'm fuckin' jinxed.
What?
Twojobs back, it was a four-man job.
We discovered one of the team was an undercover cop.
No shit?
Thank God we discovered in time.
We had to forget the whole thing, just walk...
the fuck away from it.
So who's the rat this time?
Mr. Blue?
Mr. Brown?
Joe? Joe set this whole thing up.
Maybe he set it up to set it up.
I don't buy it.
Me and Joe go back a long time.
I can tell you definitely, Joe didn't know a thing...
about this bullshit.
I know Joe, and me sayin' he definitely...
had nothin' to do with it is ridiculous.
I can say I definitely didn't do it...
'cause I know what I did or didn't do.
But I cannot definitely say that about anybody...
'cause I don't definitely know.
For all I know, you're the rat.
For all I know, you're the fuckin' rat!
All right, now you're usin' your fuckin' head.
For all we know, he's the rat.
That kid in there is dying from a fuckin' bullet...
I saw him take...
so don't you be calling him a rat!
Look, I'm right, okay?
Somebody's a fuckin' rat.
Where's the commode? I gotta take a squirt.
Go down the hall, make a left, go up the stairs...
and make a right.
- By the way, how's Alabama? - Alabama?
I haven't seen Bama in over a year and a half.
But I thought you two were a team.
We were for a little while.
Did about fourjobs together.
Then decided to call it quits.
Why?
You push that woman-man thing too long...
and it gets to you after a while.
What's she doin' now?
She hooked up with Frank MacGarr.
They've done a couplejobs together.
Hell of a woman. Good little thief.
- So explain the telegram. - Five-man job.
Bustin' in and bustin' out of a diamond wholesaler's.
Can you move the ice afterwards?
I don't know nobody that can move ice.
No problem. We got guys waitin' for it.
What happened to Marcellus Spivey?
Didn't he always move your ice?
He's doin' 20 years in Susanville.
Twenty years? Holy God. What for?
Bad luck.
I guess you can say that again.
What's the exposure like?
Two minutes, tops. But it's a tough two minutes.
Daylight, during business hours...
dealing with a crowd.
But you'll have the guys to deal with the crowd.
- How many employees? - I'd say around 20.
Security pretty lax.
They most usually just deal in boxes.
You know, uncut stones from the diamond syndicate.
But on this day, they're getting a shipment...
of polished stones from Israel.
They're like a way station, you know?
They get picked up and sent to Vermont.
No, they're not.
What's the cut, poppa?
Juicy, junior. Real juicy.
Look, man, you do what you want.
I'm outta here, man. I'm gonna check...
into a motel for a few days.
You know, I'll lay low and I'll call Joe...
Shit. Did he fuckin' die on us?
Huh? Is he dead or what?
- He ain't dead. - What is it?
He scared the fuckin' shit outta me.
I thought he was dead for sure.
Without medical attention, he will die for sure.
What are we gonna do? We can't take him to a hospital.
Without medical attention, he might not live...
through the night.
The bullet in his belly is my fault.
While that might not mean jack shit to you...
it means a hell of a lot to me.
First things first, okay?
Stayin' here's goofy. We gotta book up.
What do you suggest we do? Go to a hotel?
We got a guy who's shot in the belly...
who can't walk, bleeds like a stuck pig.
And when he's awake, he screams in pain.
You got an idea, spit it out.
Joe could help.
If we could get in touch with Joe...
Joe could get him to a doctor.
Joe could get a doctor to come to see him.
Assuming we can trust Joe, how we gonna get in touch?
He's supposed to be here, but he ain't...
which makes me nervous about bein' here.
Even if he is on the up and up...
I don't think he's gonna be too happy with us.
He planned a robbery and he's got a bloodbath...
on his hands now.
He's got dead cops, dead robbers, dead civilians.
I tend to doubt he's gonna have some sympathy for us.
If I was him, I'd put as much distance...
between me and this mess as possible.
Before you got here, Mr. Orange...
was askin' me to take him to a doctor to a hospital.
I don't like the idea of turnin' him over to cops...
but if we don't, he's gonna die.
He begged me to do it.
Well, all right.
Then I guess we take him to a hospital.
If that's what he said, let's do it.
Since he don't know nothin' about us...
I say it's his decision.
He knows a little about me.
What? Wait, wait.
You didn't tell him your name, did you?
I told him my first name and where I was from.
Why?
I told him where I was from a few days ago.
It wasjust a natural conversation.
You weren't supposed to tellin' him your name.
He asked.
We had just gotten away from the cops.
Hejust got shot.
It was my fault he got shot.
He's a fuckin' bloody mess.
He's screamin'.
I swear to God, I thought he was gonna die...
right then and there.
I'm tryin' to comfort him...
telling him not to worry...
everything's going to be okay...
I'm gonna take care of him.
And he asked me what my name was.
I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms.
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
Tell him I'm sorry?
I can't give out that fuckin' information?
It's against the rules?
I don't trust you enough?
Maybe I should've, but I couldn't.
Fuck you! Fuck Joe!
I'm sure it was a beautiful scene.
Don't fuckin' patronize me!
I have one question.
Do they have a sheet on you where you're from?
- Yeah! - That's that, then.
I was worried about mug shot possibility as it was.
He knows A, your name, B, your face...
C, your hometown and D, your specialty.
They're gonna show him a few pictures to pick you out!
You didn't tell him anything else...
so they could narrow down the selection?
If I have to tell you again to back off, we're gonna go...
'round and 'round.
We ain't takin' him to a hospital.
If we don't, he's gonna die.
And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky...
and some ain't.
What the fuck are you touchin' me for, man?
I'll show you who you're fuckin' with!
You wanna shoot me, you piece of shit?
- Go ahead, take a shot. - Fuck you, White.
I didn't create this fucking situation!
You're actin' like a first-year thief!
I'm actin' like a professional!
If they get him, they could get you...
they could get closer to me...
and that can't happen!
You're lookin' at me like it's my fault?
I didn't tell him my name!
I didn't tell him where I was from!
Shit! Fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name!
You're gonna get stuck in a situation you created!
So if you wanna throw bad looks around use a mirror!
You kids shouldn't play so rough.
Somebody's gonna start cryin'.
Mr. Blonde.
Shit. You're fuckin' kickin' me.
What happened to you?
Figured you were dead.
Hey, you okay?
Did you see what happened to Blue?
We didn't know what happened to you.
That's what we were wonderin' about.
Look, Brown is dead...
Orange got it in the belly.
Enough! Enough!
You better start talkin', asshole.
'Cause we got shit we need to talk about.
We're already freaked out.
We need you actin' freak like we need a fuckin'...
bag on our hip.
Okay, let's talk.
We think we got a rat in the house.
I guarantee we got a rat in the house.
What makes you say that?
Is that supposed to be funny?
Look, we think this place ain't safe.
This place ain't secure anymore.
We're leavin' and you should go with us.
Nobody's goin' anywhere.
Piss on this fuckin' turd.
We're outta here.
2yDon't take another step, Mr. White.
Fuck you, maniac!
It's your fuckin' fault we're in this trouble!
What's this guy's problem?
What's my problem?
Yeah, I got a fuckin' problem!
I got a big fuckin' problem...
with any trigger-happy madman who almost gets me shot!
What the fuck you talkin' about?
That fucking shooting spree!
In the store! Remember?
Oh, fuck 'em. They set off the alarm.
They deserve what they got.
You almost killed me!
Asshole!
If I knew what kind of guy you were...
I never would've agreed to work with you.
Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie...
or are you gonna bite?
What was that?
I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?
Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie...
or are you gonna bite?
You two assholes, calm the fuck down!
Hey, come on!
What, are we on a playground here?
Am I the only professional?
You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers!
Ever work with niggers?
Always sayin' they're gonna kill each other.
You said yourself you though about taking him out.
- You fuckin' said that? - Yeah, I did, okay?
But that was then. Right now...
this guy is the only one I completely trust.
He's too fuck homicidal to be with the cops.
- You takin' his side? - Fuck sides, man!
What we need here is solidarity!
Somebody's stickin' a red-hot poker up our ass...
and I want to know who.
Fuck. Look, I know I'm no piece of shit.
I'm pretty sure you're okay, and I'm fuckin' positive...
you're on the level.
So let's try and figure out...
who the bad guy is, all right?
Wow.
That was really exciting.
I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't ya?
Yeah, me too. I love that guy.
My heart's beatin' so fast,
I'm about to have a heart attack here.
I got somethin' outside that...
I'd like to show you guys, so follow me.
Follow you? Where?
To my car.
Did you forget your French fries...
to go with the soda?
No, I had them already.
I got somethin' I think you might wanna see, though.
- What? - It's a big surprise.
I'm sure you'll like it. Come on.
We still gotta get outta here, you know.
No. We're gonna stick around and we're gonna wait.
- What for? The cops? - No. Nice Guy Eddie.
Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think...
he isn't on a plane halfway to Costa Rica?
Because I spoke to him on the phone...
and he said he's on the way down here.
You talked to Nice Guy Eddie?
Why didn't you say that in the first place?
- 'Cause you never asked me. - Hardy-fuckin'-har.
- What'd he say? - He said stay put.
So in the meantime...
I'll show you guys somethin'.
Jesus Christ.
Maybe our boy in blue here...
can answer some of these questions...
about this rat business you've been talkin' about.
You're a piece of work, my friend.
Let's get him the fuck outta here.
Hey, Sid, will you relax?
I've known you a long time. I'm not worried.
I know you'll pay me back.
Don't tell me what I already know.
Don't embarrass me.
So you had a few bad months.
You do what everybody else does.
I don't care if it's J.P. Morgan...
or Irving the tailor. You ride it out.
- Vic Vega's outside. - Hold on.
- Who? - Vic Vega.
Tell him to come in. I gotta go.
- Come on in. - A friend of mine's outside.
I'll be talkin' to you. Don't worry.
Hey, welcome home, Vic.
How does freedom feel, huh?
- It's a change. - Ain't that the sad truth.
Sit down, take your coat off...
make yourself at home.
- Have a little drink? - Yeah.
How about a little Remy Martin?
Sure.
Who's your parole officer?
Seymour Scagnetti.
How is he?
He's a fuckin' asshole.
Won't even let me leave the halfway house.
It never ceases to amaze me.
A fuckin' jungle bunny goes out there...
slits a woman's throat for 25 cents...
he gets Doris Day for a parole officer.
A good fella like you...
winds up with a ball-bustin' prick.
I want you to know I appreciate...
all the packages you sent me on the inside.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Forget about you?
I just want you to know that it meant a lot to me.
It was the least I could do.
I wish to hell I could've done a lot more.
Thanks a lot, Joe.
Ah, Vic.
Toothpick Vic.
So tell me your story, kid.
What are your plans?
You son of a bitch.
I see you sittin' there, but I don't believe it.
- How you doin', Toothpick? - Hey, Eddie.
Listen, I'm sorry.
I should've picked you up myself.
I was... My fuckin'... This week's been crazy.
I've had my head up my ass the whole time.
Funny you say that, 'cause that's what...
me and your daddy were talkin' about.
That I should've picked you up?
No, that you had your head up your ass.
I walk in the door, he's like, "Vic, Vic...
I'm so glad somebody's finally here...
who knows what's goin' on.
My son Eddie's a fuck-up.
He's ruining the business.
I mean, I love the guy...
but he's flushin' everything down the toilet".
That's what you said, right? Tell him yourself.
Eddie, I hate for you to hear it like this, but...
Vic came in and asked me how business was.
You don't lie to a guy who's...
just done four years in the slammer.
That's very true.
All right, enough of this shit!
Break it up!
Come on, this ain't a playground!
You guys wanna roll around on the floor...
you do it in Eddie's office, not mine.
- Daddy, did you see that? - What?
The guy got me on the ground...
he tried to fuck me.
- You wish. - You sick bastard, Vic.
You tried to fuck me in my father's office.
Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do...
in the privacy of your own home...
go to it...
but don't try to fuck me.
I don't think of you that way.
I like you a lot, buddy...
but I don't think of you that way.
Listen, if I was a butt cowboy...
I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
No, you wouldn't. You'd keep me for yourself.
Four years fuckin' punks up the ass...
you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib.
I might break you in, Nice Guy...
but I'd make you my dog's bitch.
Ain't that a sad sight, Daddy?
A man walks into prison a white man...
walks out talkin' like a fuckin' nigger.
You know what?
I think it's all that black semen...
pumped up your asshole, now it's backed...
into your fuckin' brain and it's comin' out your mouth!
Eddie, you keep talkin' like a bitch...
I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
Enough of that shit! I'm sick of it!
Now both of you, sit down.
Now, Eddie...
when you came in here...
we were talkin' some serious business.
Vic here's got a parole problem.
- Who's your P. O? - Seymour Scagnetti.
Scagnetti. Fuck.
- I hear he's a mother-fucker. - Oh, he's a fucker.
Won't even let me leave the halfway house...
unless I get some shitty job.
You're comin' back to work for us, right?
Well, I wanna.
But first I gotta prove to, uh...
ass-head that I can get...
a regular, you know, job-typejob...
before I can move out on my own.
I can't come back to work for you guys...
if I gotta worry about...
makin' some silly-ass 10 o'clock curfew...
every fuckin' night.
We can work this out, can't we, Eddie?
This ain't all that bad.
We can get you a lot of legitimatejobs.
I'll get you down in Long Beach as a dockworker.
I don't wanna lift no fuckin' crates, Eddie.
You ain't gonna lift shit.
You don't even work there.
But as far as the records are concerned, you do.
I call Matthews and tell him he's got a new guy, boom...
you're on the rotation.
You get a time card.
It's clocked in and out for you every day.
At the end of the week you get a nice paycheck.
Dockworkers do very well.
You can move into a halfway decent place...
without Scagnetti goin'...
"Where the fuck's the money comin' from?"
And, if he decides to make a surprise visit...
that's the day we sent you to Tustin...
to pick up a load of shit.
If he comes back again...
hey, "Sorry, Seymour. You just missed him.
We send him to the Taft airstrip five hours away.
We had a load of shit he had to pick up there...
and bring back here".
Part of yourjob is goin' different places.
That's the beauty of it.
We got places all over the place.
See, Vic? Did I tell you not to worry?
Vic was worried.
I'll take you to Long Beach tomorrow.
We'll get you fixed up with Matthews...
I'll tell him what's what.
You know, I really appreciate...
what you guys are doin'...
but I'd like to know when I can come back...
you know, do some real work.
Well, it's hard to say.
It's kind of a strange time now.
Things are kind of...
They're a little fucked up, is what they are.
We'rejust gettin' ready...
for a big meetin' right now in Vegas.
Look, just let Eddie for now set you up at Long Beach.
Get you ajob...
give you some cash...
and get this Scagnetti fuck off your back...
and then we'll talk to you, all right?
Huh?
Dad, I got an idea.
Just hear me out.
I know you don't like usin' the boys on thesejobs...
but Vic here, I mean...
he's only been nothin' but good luck for us.
The guy's a fuckin' rabbit's foot...
for cryin' out loud.
I'd like to have him in.
You know he can handle himself...
and you damn sure know you can trust him.
All right, Vic...
how would you feel about pullin' ajob...
with about five other guys?
I'd feel great about it.
K- BILL Y's "Super Sounds of the '70s"continues.
If you're the 12th caller...
you'll win two tickets...
to the monster truck extravaganza...
being held tonight at the Carson Fairgrounds...
featuring Big Daddy Don Bodine's truck...
"The Behemoth."
The 12th caller wins on the station...
where the '70s survived.
Hey, Dov, we got a major situation here.
I know you know that. I gotta talk to Daddy...
and find out what he wants done.
All I know is what Vic told me.
The place turned into a bullet-fest.
He took a cop hostage just to get outta there.
Get up! Get up!
Do I sound like I'm fuckin' jokin'?
He's fuckin' drivin' around with a cop in his trunk!
I don't know who did what!
I don't know who's got the loot.
I don't know if anybody's got the loot.
I don't know who's dead...
who's alive, who's caught, who's not.
I will know. I'm practically there now.
But what do I tell these guys about Daddy?
All right.
You sure that's what he said?
Okay, that's what I'll tell 'em.
Huh? Fuck you!
You like bein' a fuckin' hero?
You're gonna suffer for nothin', pal.
You hear me? 'Cause you're gonna fuckin' talk.
- I don't know anything! - You fuckin' know.
You know. Look at me. You fuckin' know.
What in the Sam Hill's goin' on here?
- Nice Guy, we got a cop. - Where the fuck is Joe?
Holy shit. Orange is dead.
No, he's not dead...
but he will be if we don't get him taken care of.
We were set up.
The cops were there waitin' for us.
What? Nobody fuckin' set anybody up.
The cops were there waitin' for us.
- Bullshit. - Fuck you, man!
You weren't there, we were, and the cops had...
that store staked out.
Okay, Mr. Fuckin' Detective, you're so fuckin' smart.
- Who did it? - We've been askin' each other!
What'd you come up with?
You think I fuckin' set you up?
I don't know, but somebody did.
Nobody did.
You fuckin' assholes turned thejewelry store...
Don't you call me an asshole!
You fuckin' idiot!
Turned thejewelry store into a wild west show...
and you wonder why the fuckin' cops show up?
Where's Joseph?
I don't know. I ain't talked to him.
I talked to Dov.
He says Daddy's comin' down here...
and he's fuckin' pissed.
He's pissed? I told you he'd be pissed.
What'd Joe say?
I told you, I ain't talked to him!
All I know is he's pissed.
What are you gonna do about him?
Give me a fuckin' chance to breathe.
I got a few questions of my own here.
You ain't dying. He is.
All right, Mr. Fuckin' Compassion...
- I will call somebody-Who?
A fuckin' snake charmer!
Who do you think? I'll call a doctor.
They'll fix him right up.
What happened to Brown and Blue?
Brown's dead.
We don't know what happened to Blue.
Brown's dead? Are you sure?
I'm sure. I was there. He took one in the head.
Nobody's got a clue what happened to Mr. Blue?
Either he's alive or he's dead...
or the cops got him or they don't.
I take it, this is the bastard you told me about.
Why are you beatin' on him?
Maybe he could tell us who set us up.
You beat this prick long enough...
he'll tell you he started the Chicago Fire.
Now that don't necessarily make it fuckin' so!
Come on, man, think!
All right...
first things fuckin' last.
Who's got the stones?
Please, somebody tell me one little fuckin' favor.
I got a bag.
Okay? I stashed it 'til we could be sure...
this place wasn't a police station.
Good for you.
Now let's go get it.
First we gotta get rid of those cars.
It looks like Sam's Hot Car Lot outside.
Okay.
Blondie...
stay here and baby-sit them two.
White and Pink, take a car each.
I'll follow you, you ditch 'em. Pick up the stones.
While I'm followin' you...
I'll arrange some sort of a doctor for our friend.
You can't leave these guys here with him.
Why not?
Because he's a fuckin' psycho.
And if you think Joe's pissed off...
that ain't nothin' compared...
to how pissed off I am at him...
for puttin' me in the same room as that bastard.
You see what I've been puttin' up with, Eddie?
I fuckin' walked in here...
I told these guys about stayin' put.
Mr. White whips out his gun...
he's stickin' it in my face...
callin' me a mother-fucker...
sayin' he's gonna blow me away...
and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
He's the reason...
thejoint turned into a shootin' spree.
What are you, a fuckin' silent partner?
Tell him!
He went crazy in the store, but he seems all right now.
This is what he was doin': Bam, bam...
bam, bam.
Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.
I told 'em not to touch the fuckin' alarm, they did.
If they hadn't have done what I told 'em not to do...
they'd still be alive.
My fuckin' hero.
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