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Sync by Khaleel

tranlated and edited by Khaleel Some people are great, associated with greatness.

http://khaleel.isgreat.org Others are made great.

Some people are miserable, associated with misery.

Others are made miserable or find it yourself.

Joe, you can stand on the world, but rather as you want it now.

You're rather miserable. You think you deserve nothing better.

You yawned. You see, you follow your Gods of misery.

Why shit you not, that's all gone.

Joe, it's time.

Speak, brother.

They say that everyone half chance in life.

I have mine, after all these years.

Am I scared? There can be sure of that.

I thought I would be too late. There was a money issue.

I called last night with very LA Trust Telephones for 2 hours at night.

Man With Markie.

You know that I left one hours late and I drove like mad.

I did not miss big time. This is your opening scene. The party can start.

Before I forget, there are rules I promised to say. Nonsense, really.

First you must register yourself within twenty-four hours.

Second, you have an office.

In the eyes of these people you work normal hours. Any phone you get

between five and nine are from the office.

So we think you're always there. You're covered.

I do not feel that you caught yourself.

You get an apartment, a computer, a copier, a fax, a scanner,

a buxom secretary.

I need an apartment. I take care of myself.

What you want, brother. You write what you want, you decide.

They ask a few scenes to adjust.

The actors would love to meet you. Is notoriously famous. Villain is a writer.

I think it's really crap. But what is going on with you?

How are you, brother? How are you?

You want to fuck, huh. Right from the cell, You must be very horny.

Let's see if I recordable. I think so.

Hello, darling. How are you, superstar?

I am a fierce writer. What is that?

A hard man with a pencil?

I wrote a play in prison. What is there to honor?

Here is a story. Boy meets girl, they are in love, they form a family.

That is honorable. - One phone call.

Kimba,

the mother of my daughters. The annoying twins, Vile and Bile.

One always angry, the other always happy.

Something went wrong.

I had everything and I've screwed up.

Now I have nothing. Only my name yet.

Joey One-Way, we are here. Land of the brave.

The land of freedom. My little empire.

Sarina, meets the one and only Joey One-Way.

Mr. One-Way, welcome. - Is it not broken? My angel light.

Can you care for Joey?

Sorry. Problems with the designers. Sarina shows your office. I come back.

You look so young. Prison you did, congratulations.

Why? - Because you're free, gekkerd. I show your office.

They call me a murderer. I accept.

So I see myself not.

I would come under this cloud and another man.

A good man.

Sorry it took so long.

As if they want to build the Sistine Chapel.

What do you think? I just call Fleur. She wants to meet.

Come on, Fleur. She is crazy about you. She is a big fan.

I have something for you. What would you think ...

I want an honorable man.

I want to honor know, understand. I want honorable life.

I want people to say, Joey One-Way,

you're a first class asshole, but a bastard with pride.

From those words I get cold. To qualify as a genius at work.

You're a modern Shakespeare. Tupac was a wimp.

This is real life villains. Here. "White man, black hole '. Brutal.

Good that you have recommended Fleur. They find your fantastic piece.

Hey, baby.

This is the best thing that ever happened to me.

This is Fleur, the light in my life. This is my wife.

This is Joey One-Way. The only real.

Is not she beautiful? Is not she wonderful?

It is also a writer.

This will not themselves say, but her book was a sensation.

What did New York Times again? Promising.

We go to the filming. Like you, Joey. Come here.

Hold on. I am so sorry. I am such a scatterbrain.

I must stay here. The driver brings you to your apartment.

Go get some rest. I see that you need it.

Let the driver but, Markie. I take him.

Yes? Well. My house is your house.

It is good. I myself do red. - No, man. Go.

So take a shower. Put it to calm.

But no blades.

Almost forgotten, we give a party later. Fleur tells you more about and

I am glad that you are free, brother.

You all right, Joey? - It is not Joey, it's Joe.

You called Floor, huh? - My name is Fleur.

Flower. - Why did you call me?

I do not know, Flower.

Everything will be fine, Joe. It is good.

So, what do you think? - It is great.

It is Mex, Markie's sweetheart.

Do you have children? - A. A girl.

She is usually at the babysitter. You have a twin?

Little girls.

There was a time for all that I lied, cheated and stolen would have.

Now I have nothing left.

You know what?

You have exactly the right length.

I must go. Goodbye, nice man.

It is me all too complex. I found it fun when life was sweet and innocent,

what if you want to know the truth, Never was.

I'm here. Markie Man sent me.

Well.

Hi, I'm Sasha. - Hey, Sasha.

The next song is called

"In prison you pay your ass hole.

You know me, do you?

My beautiful Joe.

Mom, Dad.

You no longer have I seen.

If you're young, you wonder what happiness awaits you.

If you're old, life floats you in a corner

and bite.

I took the drugs through my forearm. It squirted my cocaine.

I thought it was meant.

It came to me in, through my veins, and back out through my eyes,

my ears, my brains, to write for television.

No matter what road I was, everything seemed so clear.

You have been gone long, Joe, but the streets do not change.

The temptation remains. - I take it.

Hey baby, you pay me a drink?

I can not believe it, I mean, Mark is ...

There he is.

Here is the party pig. How are you?

Why the hat and sunglasses? I want you to meet some people.

These are my sponsors. Talk to them.

Andy Sotiri, meet Joey One-Way. Hi, Joey.

The only real. We come back.

Fleur, sweetheart, surprise. Look who's here.

Amazingly, I see. Now we are talking about it.

How was it with Sasha? - Good.

It was certainly much better than good.

There is Nicky Roman. I just ask him to.

Look who I have with me.

This is Nicky Roman plays soon starring in "White man, black hole '.

Hey Joey, sit down.

Is everything okay?

How was life, all those years locked up?

Tell me about it, man.

How did you get your name? From someone?

They said there was only one way order to get out. With a bus.

I've done something good for you. I stayed the last week in my hotel.

I started to get feeling trapped. - Great.

You should talk about it later. Come on Joey.

There is only one way, this way.

It is a compelling fascination.

Joey One-Way is a kind of genius. - Hey Joey, how are you?

I've heard so much about you.

I've seen your piece. This I have never seen.

Mark says you make the movie. I would love to play the woman.

You must have loved her so much. Is everything really happened?

Me and Kimba, We owned this town.

Look at me, a strange who is afraid of shadows.

All I can do is remain strong and hope

and pray that something good everything flows from this.

You come very late, friend.

Do I not? Have I not seen?

You therefore do not be rude. I'm just polite.

It is long ago, Joe.

Kimba my dear, look at me. Look at what I've become.

How are you, Bird? - What do you, Joe?

Birdie, I just wanted to say ... - There is nothing you can say.

I will not talk to you. - I know. I understand. It is ...

I only want to talk. I ...

I want you to know ... You know I loved her, Bird.

I would never hurt her. I remember nothing.

I know it's not an excuse. - What do you want?

I find the girls.

I want to see them in their life. Not inflict pain, or something.

I will not stand between you. - You can not come between us.

They are now young women. They have their own lives.

If they want to see me well. They have their own choice.

But they love their grandmother. She grew up with me.

I was the mother, that you took away from them.

My daughter. I hugged them when you were not there.

I got them into this world. I was their security.

I know.

I just want to say goodbye, or something, you know.

I will say that we have talked. More do not.

If they want to talk to you, that is their choice.

Thank you, Birdie.

This I appreciate.

You give a child.

I have kids.

Man enterprises. Can I help you? - Honey, give me Joe One-Way.

Who can I sign up? - Tell him that the man is.

Joe, the man on one line.

Joe, you're the man.

I told the receptionist Joe One-Way that is the man.

Yes I am. I am the big man. - It looks like you have a clear head.

Yes, my head is clear.

I am responsible for myself.

The law is very simple.

Do you think it is for me? - Yes, Clinique, really.

Not for me. I'm different than you. You are a product of this country.

You're not black. How you also want to do.

You are the privileged class and I'm lower class.

Lady Justice is not chosen my side.

That balance is there for you.

But so be it, white boy. - I must go, Clinique.

You the man, Joe.

Have you already cleaned the scene? - I do not even know what means brushing.

It means, do your thing. Make it as spicy, it is too faint.

Make it visually.

This is not theater. This is old hat.

These films, moving images, with film images.

Symbolism, think of art, modern thinking, think of cinema.

I see no movies. I'm not a writer.

In jail the prisoners said to me, "if you say it, but so do".

Take one of them to the brushing. - I have you. You are the one I want.

That ocean scene. That does need work.

Why are you not? Refresh your here.

Take along Fleur, add some shops. Think 'widescreen'.

What I can not understand

Markie is what really wants.

You, me, he wants everything, baby. He collects butterflies.

Here I brought my children go, when they were small.

When was that? - Before I set Sat

Inside, the prison had the white man the hardest time.

He stood down the ladder, not without reason.

The most crazy, irrational and desperate villains were ready.

After two days I knew a razor to buy a packet of cigarettes.

That feels good, not boy.

It feels good. - Yes, bitch.

What have you done? - I follow him farting.

You should do something crazy them at bay.

I had already shit.

I already had a shower, but I wanted it did not do, it's so tasteless

and sticks to your butt. So I thought, I shit on, and I did.

On the face of that ugly bastard.

Do not go. If you go after such a situation, that man can come back later, you kill.

Not feel that, bitch?

What happened? Who did this?

He must have done to himself. To cut and stitched in his vomit.

In his own shit face? This is the strangest,

The strangest thing I've ever seen.

Markie said you in jail Sat - Yes, in Marseille.

Tell me something. They serve as snails in prison?

You're not French, eh?

Papa loved little girls, especially his little girl.

So I jumped on a ship and sailed away.

I was been measured in Marseille. I did the street as a prostitute.

I was locked up because I was a man wish I could help those who are dog fucking.

But I kept a diary. I worked furthermore in prison

and I left publishing when I got out and it became a bestseller.

It changed my life, brought me to New York and I met Markie.

I call him Mec. It means something like 'nice man'.

In French. Are you listening to me, flap turd.

Want my "laman" be? - Lemon?

No, sir, "laman" with an A.

Honey, it means lover. I want for you.

Your lover.

She was very beautiful.

We should ask him. Friend, dare not.

I swear. If you say a word, I pull the balls of your body.

Got a minute? In this August issue here, is an entire article devoted to graffiti.

But the main story, Kimba here.

Very glamorous, very nice. What has that to do with me?

If you are brave, and I pay for everything give a big tip, you may still come.

I have to go to the toilet. Good luck, honey.

You're gonna die.

You are really selfish. Damn.

Mom, Dad, we have great news for you.

There are a bread in the oven.

What are you talking about? - We have a baby.

Who did this surprise you?

Everyone, close together. Three, two, one.

What are you doing? You junkie, away from my wedding.

Joe? - Honey?

I can see that you're high. - No, honey.

Stop with the baby.

What is it worth to you, baby? - Yeah, what?

Hello? - What?

Excuse me. - You stay where you are, my man.

What are you doing?

Where is she? What's happening?

There is nobody and they send me to here. What happened?

The babies were born. You have two beautiful babies.

They are delicious. - Guys?

No, you have girls, they are beautiful. But where were you, Joe?

I want to hear today. I'm a dad.

Oma.

Yes, you're daddy, but you do not call me Grandma. Good?

Kimba, the good, but it was heavy. She had a difficult time.

She had a long labor. But they, the good now, she rests.

Damn, I'm not in flower. - It is no surprise.

Where is she? - It Along.

What? - She sleeps. Be quiet.

Here I am, baby.

During childbirth she refused the anesthetic.

She said that the pain made her afraid.

I asked her where she is afraid of.

She said, you Joe, only you.

I'm not afraid of you.

When I was in prison I always had the same dream.

I stood on a cliff, all those below me women, with their arms open.

Joe, come.

Do not worry, Joe.

Joe, come.

Spring.

I could not.

Why are you telling me this?

I have not the dream for years. Writing for Markie brought everything back.

Now my dream again. You do it along.

Only I know now how it will end.

Hold on. Hello?

It is Joe. - Come on up. The door is open.

Honey, we have visited. Are you dressed?

It is Joe. He comes up.

Where have you been? - Nowhere.

What is wrong with you? - Nothing.

Nowhere, nothing. So you see not.

And? - What about the movie?

Nicky Roman looking for you. He will discuss his character.

He wants to discuss with you.

It is not every day that he is so accommodating, or that there is time to make.

It's your piece, but it is my movie.

We started about ten days. Now is the time.

Great. - What 's wrong with you?

If you still want to know? - It was the women.

Is that it? Women. It is just a cunt.

These are hormones. You must adapt. It makes you crazy. I understand, but

Stay calm.

Where the hell is she?

I've never known a woman, even less time in her child sticks.

Is not that strange, Joey? - I have not seen my children long.

But you have your reasons. Perhaps it also, but

that I really do not know. I just do not understand.

You know Cassius Joner.

That will come. He is a hip hop poet, a genius like you.

He took a scene from "White man, black hole ' and wrote a text, a poem.

If you like it, work it In the film, as a single scene.

Well. - You are the best.

You have everything necessary. I love what you did with the ocean scene.

Let's see what you think.

I must go. - Okay.

I need, baby. I must go back. It is my life.

I never wanted to be in love with you. It just happened.

I take what I can. I know I can not all have.

You're my bitch.

You understand not which you're now.

For the lady. Show what you're worth.

You know who I am? - I know who you are.

Well. Now, white boy, I have something of your credit.

What will you do for me? - I do anything for you.

And nobody gets to you. We make it out of their eligibility.

That is true. - That's true.

Eventually we make it out among themselves.

It is simple. I look out for you. You're looking out for me.

That is simple.

Would you be my wife

or other? - I am the wife of one.

Get on your knees.

Is that what you want? - Accept it, woman.

Is that what you need?

It's something you eventually would need. So simple.

Listen, white boy, old friend, eventually all will be well.

How did you get your name?

My mother worked in an M-Clinique, in cosmetics.

She was certainly clean. That was good.

They call me all my life Clinique, even before I Sat

Me and my buddy Julio, We had very good sizes.

The one who is really interested had done. The police came to us.

Guilty before sentencing.

Julio was one years older and bigger.

I have not seen him all these years. - What do you do? Are you innocent?

I do not remember that I said that. You know what my mom said?

Take your time, you've done the crime.

Like you, white boy.

Clinique is very intelligent. He publishes the prison newspaper,

"Tales from the crypt", but he really loves is poetry.

Poor fool. Want the truth? His poetry is bad.

Breastmilk is my burden. Nubian princesses serve us.

I talked to my doctor. He said, that guy is out of work.

I called a corps legionaries. Led them to the stairs, brown toes out.

Holes in my shoes, here hobble, hobble there.

Look around. How nice.

Draw and cockroaches, silver fish and lies.

That is really incredibly beautiful. Really, I get tears in their eyes.

Crack, white boy. Walk to the Mon

Silly clown.

I need him credit for it. The man writes every day.

Occasionally, he does something good.

Did you tell him he was bad? - I said he wrote badly,

but discouraged him.

Boy University. University for the white.

The impressive study halls.

None of my brothers went to university.

And I bet there is no ghetto youth in your classroom Sat

Our whole training is here.

Tell me what you that white university 've learned. - Nothing.

The only thing you've learned to a drug dealer and a murderer to be.

That's on top of the world,

with training, the key of the kingdom in your possession, and you saw it.

You are a pathetic, Anglo-Saxon female. Do you?

I was only there to sell drugs. - They have just admitted you do not.

You're an idiot, you know?

Stop wasting your time with it, and do something for yourself.

The time now is a death sentence. Let them not do you.

What he wanted did you? - Writing. Express myself.

I'd be murder. - I can try.

You have a black woman and I know I have one white.

There is love and there is passion.

There is love and passion gender,

and their act of love can be bold,

and their act of love can be hard, and their act of love can bring blood,

and their act of love can hurt, and their act of love can bring anger,

and their act of love can bring, soft to touch me, ass hole.

A jolt of pain brings you to your knees.

Let your voice resound under stairs, in the corridor,

against the metal, against the flesh,

to the floor, on your knees, woman,

get ready because here it is.

Take it in your ass. Take everything.

Better now?

Certainly better. Say it.

Men Sex builds on and is in a daze.

Listen you, flower? - I listen, Joe.

For me it begins, an uncontrolled power,

who searches and destroys and kills. She killed.

You're wrong, Joe. You think that you are bad, but it is not.

If I see a woman, I think not violence. - I know.

I know what violence is.

But little tenderness, sex, love.

Bring me back to my roots, flowers.

I kill not with my roots.

They say I've killed my wife.

If they say I've killed her, then I have killed her.

But I do not remember.

What was there between me and Kimba, was deeper than words.

Deeper than whatever but could happen.

What happened between you was deep and dirty.

The love was gone, right?

Love was gone.

I loved her.

I loved her then.

I love her now.

Give me your hands.

I peed on Joe.

What is wrong with you? If you like my watermelon not?

A big freak. - Yes, a big baboon.

Are you here, Joe? I need your help. The girls make me crazy.

What are you doing?

I need more drama.

What do you mean?

You're the writer, Joey. You tell me.

Before I hired you. Before I met you out.

I want to know what you think. - I

you to one of your A-list authors should provide, for the drama.

You do not need me. - Wrong. I need you now.

Think family, Joey. Think of treason.

Joey, look at me.

Joey, damn.

Betrayal. - And its impact.

Since you know everything, huh?

Drama.

I'll say later.

What is wrong with you? - Nothing.

What's so funny? - I can see what people think.

What do they say?

What does a beauty like you at a pauper like me.

We go back to the hotel.

I want to rub your dick on my face. I want to smell ...

What? - Nothing.

Do not say that. There is something.

My daughters. - Let's say goodbye.

If you want me to do, I do.

Joe, are your children.

Why not go first to your own child, and say something about me.

Fucking asshole. - I'm not an asshole.

I'm not an asshole.

How are you? - Everything is good, Markie.

Your daughters have seen? I heard you were back on drugs is.

Is that so?

I have my name put at risk for you.

I, you old man. But the studio executives,

who speak evil.

About you. About the script.

Now it is too sharp.

It is hard for those assholes. They are clear.

Joey, I count on your help. I'm counting on you.

Save me.

The studio bastards are nervous.

If the snakes they are, twisting them around my neck.

And they are squeezing, squeezing them hard.

I want you to bring me magic.

You need this script. This film is special.

If I'm lapping. Really.

I will not screw it up. - Good evening, on behalf of Fleur.

You will have your hat off, in the dining room is for you.

I mean it.

He wears the hat always. - It does not matter to me, ma'am.

They are the house rules. I must insist.

Turn off the hat, sir.

Love you. It is not worth it.

Leave it so.

Twice a vodka martini.

Can I some extra olives, please? - Of course.

It's wonderful. - Wonderful, wonderful.

Did I say excellent?

Do not be so difficult. - There are not even prices on the menu.

I have the map of Mec. The company pays well.

You work on the film. You're the writer.

I'm in a meeting and I listen. I make them spicier nonsense.

Markie congratulates me. He calls me the man.

"White man, black hole 'is yours. - That's true.

Why are you always so difficult?

I keep watching the same faces, same place, same fears.

He always let me re-write everything. I usually repeatedly that crime.

Only that it always gets worse. - It is a good one.

It is the sum of my pain and I'm tired of having to regret.

I think Markie know.

Mec us introduce to you because it suited him.

I do not care, Flower. I'm really confused.

You and Mec, it makes me crazy.

I love you.

But I must leave.

I go to the washroom.

The bill, please.

We knew it was wrong,

but it was an addiction.

What is wrong?

I'm a terrible mother. I look at the baby and

I feel nothing. You know.

You would think that band was a kind, or something, but,

No, nothing. Already at birth, I felt

completely separated. Is not that strange?

I did not want children. The idea came from Mec.

He threw my pills away. He said they were unhealthy.

You should have seen me when I took pills. My boobs were so.

I have more with her.

Daddy is home. - Girls, be careful.

They bleed. Damn.

I agree. Joe.

Papa.

Come upstairs. The third floor, red door.

I wanted to be with them, but I could not put that step.

To me they were still four years old.

I could not offer them, just my guilt.

Daughters of my wife, my own flesh and blood.

Stop it.

They make me crazy. - What?

I've told you once already, and you all twice.

Do not do to your mama.

I just go to sleep.

That was it.

Vile, Bile, Kimba.

Everyone away.

All through my actions.

Through my fault.

Day my dear treasures. Day sweetheart, what's the matter?

This is what you deserve, junkie.

Damn gekkin. - I am sure, to marry with you.

You're a real child and you leave me here for days after.

You insert needles in your arm your addict friends instead of

here, with your wife and children. Look at them, our beautiful girls.

Go to hell. I have enough of you and this miserable hole.

I am young and I go away.

For her it was my addiction adultery.

She hated me for it. And they wanted revenge.

I have the afternoon again with Jarvis spent.

We just kept laughing.

He fucks me so hard and he has a sweet sproetje his dick

and he makes me crazy with his finger in my ass.

He is the lover, who is not Joe, Joe who never will be.

The family of Kimba. She

have never buried as it should.

She wished she had never in the cold, damp ground was laid.

They had to burn her.

I loved her.

I love my wife.

It is good. Kill me. Go as far as you need too.

Come on. So far as you need too.

Sometimes I think violence is normal, no deviation.

Maybe life is a deviation. Normal does not exist.

The guilt made us desperate.

I've never actually fucked.

Once the last.

But previously I was not hard.

It did not matter. For her it was good.

It is a sex thing between us, nothing more. - Yes, it's a sex thing.

You are the love of my life.

Do you believe her?

She always said how sexy I was, when she saw me masturbating.

My balls nested in her cunt but she loved most of the pillow.

Her chest hold, while My fingers caressed her clitoris,

see how she comes into my arms.

I feel how my peak to build deep within me.

Our eyes would meet, she would smile,

me and I would imagine that I deep in her Sat I would imagine,

the love she might feel about me.

I've ruined everything I ever touched.

Let me know, brother.

You'll still remember you. - Come back to me.

It is so simple. If you feel that bad feeling, we can be together. I will leave Mec.

Have you already thought about, Joe?

Yes, I've been thinking. Returning home with the groceries

do the dishes, the toilet afschrobben with a brush. What do you think?

Markie you would leave me for? - I would do for you.

Without Markie we are nothing.

We would otherwise be, but it is not.

What are you going to do? - What should I do and fuck what?

You have your whole life other men wounded

but not everyone wanted so much to avenge.

Joey, we have problems. - Why?

That bastard, fucking Nicky Roman. The bastard.

Get me a whiskey? Make it a double.

That dick would rewrite all his roles, all your fine words.

Let him do what he wants.

It never stops. They never let you alone.

Joey, I ... If I can do something.

You loved my trial, that's enough for me. The rest is nonsense.

It is always the same. It is the same.

They take your nice script and they fuck it,

the director, the actors, the producers.

Nicky says, what is my motivation, my inner, my voice.

He never stops. He never let it. He never again.

It is a damn war. Your trial version was fantastic.

You know the downside. The letter is under control.

We are powerless. It's you and me against the world.

The worst thing that happened is that my wrist hurts from writing.

I'm not certain. They can me nothing more touching, than what I have.

They have never lived where I lived.

It is easy. The easiest thing I ever did.

If it is so bad, get my name from the credits. What do I care?

It's about the scene in the corridor. because the dick is not occupants.

He wants to sit in every shot, even in the deleted documents.

Listen. I know something.

I look at it here. Improve a little.

That's it. I work on it. I care for you, brother.

As a brother, he fucks the wife his brother. What a good brother.

You know what I would do, if I had a brother? His wife fuck.

I would come, kissing him on his mouth and say,

We are brothers, We are strong, we are forever.

That is true. So it is for us.

My brother.

Here love you, eh?

Use me for sex?

You say that I use for sex. You're right. Maybe you love so much.

You love what I can give you. You like to be out of the jail,

to a beautiful woman to fuck.

You know me. Even though the sun shines, my street is always shadow.

You love what I can give you. Come here, baby.

I want you inside me.

I feel you swell. Now try to touch my heart.

My Flower.

I take the baby to the coast for several days.

Just spend time with her. Away from Mec.

I talk to you tomorrow, or within a few days.

It was a verraderskus, and we both knew it.

It's not that I did not trust her, but

I knew what was here, and I knew what it was.

Everything changed.

With all that she had seen, survival was necessary.

It was the most important.

From the first meeting, from the first kiss,

this could only end one way.

A slow panic building.

Do you have the number of Markie, in his country?

Is this number correct?

Leave.

The children see.

Damn.

Joe, my brother.

I tried to call you. - It's over, Joe.

You do not understand.

You're right. I do not understand.

What are you looking? - What did you say?

What you looking at, asshole? You hear me, oak ...

I do not understand.

Try to stay calm, OK? Give me a chance to explain.

What do you want me to do, Flower? Just accept it?

Do not just angry. - You want my anger

keep under control? How do I? - Joe, please.

Do not you think I killed you? Is that what you mean?

Do not you want me to stab you? Is that it?

Do yourself against me? I think not.

You're nothing. Just leave me? You do not know who you have to do.

I knew you would try this. I've swallowed your nonsense

and you played me, use me, I have to look like an idiot.

I get you. I will find you and I will hurt you

and I will ensure that nobody is watching, you hear me?

Fucking whore. Your daughter will you have nightmares about that ...

Joey, listen. Hello? Joey, are you there? Hello?

The studio executives lick my ass. They love it.

We should celebrate. Tonight in the Magnum Lounge.

Tonight. - Right, at nine hours.

What?

I never loved you so much, I like when you left.

But you gotta believe. - What to believe?

My baby.

I had to spend time with her, because I neglected her and I could not.

That can still understand you, eh Joe?

It is my responsibility,

and she has needed me more than you need me,

or I need you.

It is about a mother.

And you ... You have me do understand.

You have rejected me, Barnes. You did not leave.

I understand it, but I will never forgive you.

She did what was right. I knew it.

She wanted to give her daughter, I could not with mine.

My flower. My light in the dark.

My incentive.

Ten dollars and she dances on your face. - Not for me.

Is not she your type? - Just not for me.

Joey, what is your type? - I have no type.

I think so.

I think our taste. Very similar.

What you have in store for yourself? Where will fate take you?

I have no plans.

That was obvious. Is there someone who makes you hard?

Which obscures your vision. Nobody blur anything, Markie.

What then? Is it the drug? If it is, I understand it.

Between us, I've been there.

What try. The sides come off. - I do not know what you want me to say.

Say that everything is good, or something. I did it quietly.

I spray anything in my body. Just some smoke, some games.

As I said, get the rough edges.

Save me from myself.

It's your life.

And you, Joey? You forget the lure of drugs?

No. Markie. I do not.

But you know it bites, huh?

It has bitten me. - You and me, brother.

Apparently we share more than expected.

What about you and me?

Would you fuck me?

Why do you think I ever would like to fuck?

Well, calm down. I thought we were connected.

Whatever. What do you think? - What? For you to fuck?

About what I've done with your script. I made it more masculine?

More power and brutality? Fairer?

It was amazing, fantastic. You really have a gift with words, Mec.

Where do you get that? - What then?

Where does that 'Mec'? - Where else? Flower talks about you constantly.

Flower? - Fleur, she calls you Mec. - The only one who does.

Apparently you seen my wife a lot. - We have seen each other occasionally.

We have much in common. We are friends. She is amazing.

I know. They find you little doll.

Doll pads. I like that. I accept.

What? You call me no more Mec? What is wrong?

Let's talk again about what is really important.

You think I've worked well that script?

I think I did well, I say only. I want nothing to do behind your back.

So I'm not together. I do no things behind people's backs.

I hope we also contracts.

I do not do things behind your back. Fucking with people's property.

Do you understand me?

I remember who you want. I know what you think of me holding it.

I am a man and I would be so treated.

I respect that you're a man.

You bring a child into the world, sweet and innocent.

And what you get? You can for your child.

You can go to the fear of your child.

You may fear your child grow, and grow.

Forgive me for my actions.

The city was mine, my refuge.

Every hole, every idiot in this area. Mine.

I was about Fleur. I had done with Markie.

I put my daughter to rest.

No longer buried in my past. I had a future.

I was ready.

You know what happened last night? I got hit by a bus.

Come with me.

Can you hear me?

I got hit by a bus.

And then? You're still alive.

Perhaps, but I'm only half man.

I said you me at the end would know.

Now, my brother, is the end.

You may have murdered me, but you never touch me.

The beginning and end falls at the same time,

because here in purgatory, all things are equal,

not equal.

Fleur.

Flower in French.

My Flower, I made a mistake.

And since I pay the price. I am guilty but,

if I did, I can not remember.

I know I have said but Kimba Now I say to you, Fleur.

I remember nothing more.

I know, Joe. I know.

I called you brother, and you try me something to rags. Nobody does.

Not you, not Fleur.

Nobody. You're lost.

My brothers.

Translation and editing: Khaleel[using google API] [http://khaleel.isgreat.org].