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♪ [Boogaloo Down Broadway by Fantastic Johnny C] ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Ohh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Ohh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Mama, what's happenin'? ♪

♪ Come on through ♪

♪ All day long we're gonna boogaloo ♪

♪ But when the sweat begins to fill the air ♪

♪ We're gonna funky Broadway ev'rywhere ♪

♪ Unh! ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Ohh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Baby, Hunh! Baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ It ain't hard to do ♪

♪ You been doin' it ♪

♪ Ever since you were 2 ♪

♪ That's it, baby, ha! ♪

♪ Now you got the swing ♪

♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ And shake that thing ♪

♪ Unh! ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Broadway ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Yeoww, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Broadway ♪

♪ Everybody in your town ♪

♪ Gonna be boogalooin' Broadway bound ♪

♪ So get your partner ♪

♪ Get in line ♪

♪ We're gonna have ourselves a heck of a time ♪

♪ Unh! ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Broadway ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Yeoww, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Broadway ♪

♪ Everybody in your town ♪

♪ Gonna be boogalooin' Broadway bound ♪

♪ Go get your partner ♪

♪ Get in line ♪

♪ We're gonna have ourselves a heck of a time ♪

♪ Unh! ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Ohh, baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Funky Broadway ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Boogaloo down Broadway (Broadway) ♪

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Goddamn it.

Rraah!

That's enough. Ok.

Come here, you little fucking bastard!

Get up! Get--

aah!

Come on. Get up.

Come here, you motherfucker!

You little motherfucker!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Aah! Oh!

Aah.

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my god.

Ow.

Fuck.

Oh.

Ahh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Ahh.

♪ [That's How It Feels by Soul Clan] ♪ ♪ Oh, and that old bad wind might blow ♪

♪ Sing your song, Arthur ♪

♪ Grab on ♪

♪ Hold on to this little woman I got ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Man, I'm never, never, never gonna let her go ♪

♪ Listen, fellas ♪

♪ That's how I feel ♪

♪ That's how I feel ♪

♪ Tell them about it, Benny ♪

♪ My mother died ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ When I was a baby boy ♪

♪ I had to leave home ♪

♪ Yes, I did ♪

♪ Go out in the wide world ♪

♪ Lookin' for love and joy ♪

♪ I said listen to me while I sing ♪

♪ That's how I feel ♪

♪ That's how I feel ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Wait, listen to me, ha ♪

♪ You see some folks so often blamed and accused ♪

♪ Usually for things that they don't do ♪

♪ But you see I know that everybody needs somebody ♪

♪ And I'm so grateful, baby, that I've got you ♪

♪ If someone was to ask me right now ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love, girl, I'm in love ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love ♪

♪ How do you feel? ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love... ♪

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Bobbie!

Aah! Oh, shit!

Fuckin' gross! Oh, my god!

Ohh!

Oh, god, baby, what happened to you?

Who did this to you?

I'm gonna get my Uncle Mel.

He used to be a medic.

Got guys through combat and shit.

Rosie: Oh!

You're gonna be ok, kid.

Your old Uncle Mel's here.

Just kick back.

I don't have any morphine...

But this is some of the best smack around.

If this don't kill the pain...

Nothin' will.

You a doctor, Melvin?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm a...

I'm a doctor shooting you up with heroin.

That's right.

Ah, no, kid, I'm just a...

I'm just a junkie and a real good thief.

They kinda go together.

That's it, pal.

Beginning of story.

End of story.

There we are.

Ba-da-bing.

What I wouldn't give for veins like that.

And don't you ever call me Melvin again,

you little shit.

Thanks, Mel.

Hey, you keep a real nice house.

You ever hear of a trash can? Huh?

Ok. So...

Here's the deal. What are you doing?

Mel: Hey.

Put that down, ok?

Hey, chill out, man.

Chill out?

Put it fucking down.

Are you fucking joking?

Bobbie, you look like shit, the cops are after you.

You're fucking hotter

than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire, ok?

Now, I iced your nasty little ass down.

I stopped most of your internal bleeding.

I put ice packs on your teeny little head

so maybe the brain damage won't be too bad.

Gave you my best fucking dope.

And I have spent 2 motherfucking days

in a shithole I would not send my worst enemy into.

Ok?

Making sure you don't go into a coma.

So...

Listen to me when I tell you...

If you leave here, they are gonna bust you.

And if you shoot any more speed in the next month,

your brain will pop like a fuckin' balloon.

I gotta go out for speed, man.

Hey, just listen to me, man.

If you walk out the front door of this fucking building,

or if you do anymore meth,

I will personally break every fuckin' bone in your body

that ain't already broken.

And I'll kick the shit out of Danny

for letting you do it. Do we understand each other?

Yikes.

Huh? Yes?

We cool?

Good.

All right.

Ahh.

So, Princess...

Can I trust you

to keep these 2 fuckin' idiots out of trouble?

Right on, brother.

Right on, baby.

Ba-da-bing.

See you later.

Mel: Ahh.

Bye, Mel.

Danny: Thanks, Mel.

Aah! No!

Bitch!

Come here. Come on.

Don't cry.

I'll fuckin' kick your ass, you little bitch!

Don't fuckin' give me your shit,

you little fuckin' cunt!

Danny: Bobbie, I gotta piss.

Danny: Bobbie, I gotta piss.

Damn, Bobbie.

So how do you like my ride, Bobbie?

It's not bad.

Not bad.

I bet you never been in a Cadillac before,

let alone the full glory

of a top-of-the-line, tricked-out coupe de ville.

Anybody who says crime don't pay only knows guys like you.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

Ooh.

I'm not some little kid,

I just made 7-- 800 bucks in one night.

Yeah, in fuckin' quarters.

Probably got a hernia from dragging them home.

Shit, son.

Hey, I ain't your son.

And I got the fucking quarters home, all right?

Ok.

You damn near got killed doing it, right?

I got this stealin' thing wired, man.

I don't need shit from you.

How old are you?

Old enough.

Why don't you save the tough guy routine

for people you might actually scare, ok?

I'm not fuckin' putting you down,

I'm merely trying to make a point.

Bobbie, I don't know how old you are

but I'm gonna bet you money

that you got a driver's license

that says you're 18 or 19,

and I'll give you 10-to-1

it's off by 2 or 3 puppy years.

You're doing dope all day, every fucking day,

and you're stealing with both hands.

Here's my point.

You think you're a thief.

You know what you are?

You're a fucking bust waiting to happen.

- I'm a-- - No, no. A pro--

A pro, okay,

only steals when he knows everything's in his favor.

When he fuckin' knows he's not gonna get caught.

There are only a few really true professionals around,

and guess what.

They don't do dope.

'Cause, see, eventually, the drugs are gonna make you fuck up.

And boo-ya, you're in the penitentiary.

The thing is, for guys like us,

you just try to make that run

as good and as long as you can

before it's over with, which it will inevitably fuckin' be.

That's my point.

So...

How old are you?

Old enough.

That's right. Good answer.

Never plead guilty.

Ah, man. Tough guy.

So how long you been on your own?

Forever. What's the difference?

Hey, I'm just trying to figure things out.

It's how my mind works. Sue me. Fuck.

Jesus.

Are you ready to graduate

from the world of screwdrivers

and vending machines

to some really serious larceny?

Like what?

Like a major score. I got it all set up

ready to go.

Why me, then? You must have tons of guys.

Yeah, I do. But I need a guy who's small enough

to get up in a cramped space

and hide there for 9 or 10 fucking hours

and be cool about it.

Yeah? Why not Danny? He's your blood.

Fair question.

Danny is my sister's kid. If I get him

in the fuckin' life, she will kill my ass.

Nah, man, you got fuckin' smarts.

Man, that's what I like. And you're a tough kid.

Tough. How old are you? No. Forget it. Ha ha.

No, you're already in the life, kiddo.

I hate to say it.

You just need someone like Uncle Mel to show you the ropes.

So what do you say, huh?

Huh?

Tell you what,

this'll be a couple days work,

and your end is gonna be...

ten grand, minimum.

Sounds good.

Deal?

Yeah, sounds real good to me.

Good. All right.

You got it.

So what do I gotta do, boss?

Ok, first thing, we'll leave tomorrow.

All right. Yeah.

Be gone a couple... three weeks maybe.

Okay.

It'll be fun, all right?

- Ok? - Sounds good. Yeah.

You got it.

Oh, hey. You figure out

what you want to do with your girlfriend.

If you want to bring her along,

that's fine with me, ok?

And send Danny down, 'cause I gotta get him home.

Alright, I'll get him.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, ace! Hey!

Shut the fuckin' door, will ya?

It's hot out there.

- Thanks, Mel. - Okay.

♪ [Hard To Handle by Otis Redding] ♪

♪ Baby, here I am ♪

♪ I'm a man on the scene ♪

♪ I can give you what you want ♪

♪ But you got to go home with me ♪

♪ I have got some good ol' lovin' ♪

♪ And I got some more in store ♪

♪ When I get through throwin' it on ♪

♪ You got to come back for more ♪

♪ Boys will come a dime by the dozen ♪

♪ But that ain't nothin' but drugstore love ♪

♪ Pretty little thing, let me light your candle ♪

♪ 'Cause, mama, I'm so hard to handle ♪

♪ Now, yes, I am ♪

♪ Action speaks louder than words ♪

♪ And I'm a man with great experience ♪

♪ I know you got you another man ♪

♪ But I can love you better than him ♪

♪ Take my hand, don't be afraid ♪

♪ I'm gonna prove every word I say ♪

♪ I'm advertising love for free ♪

♪ So won't you place your ad with me ♪

Maybe he ain't coming.

You know, he could be fucking with you, baby.

Nah, baby. Mel's for real.

He's coming.

He's just late, that's all,

all right, babe?

All right, baby, whatever you say.

You're the boss.

He sure is late.

Not that late.

All right. Here he comes.

Shit.

This better be him.

Sid: Wow.

Hey, how's it going, Mel?

Hey, ace.

Mel: Hey.

Ohh...

Jeez Louise.

They're fucking babies.

Stop it!

So you two are Bonnie and Clyde, huh?

Ha ha ha. So are we.

I love desperadoes.

I do, don't I?

We're gonna have a really good time.

My name's Sidney,

but you can call me Sid, ok?

Hi.

Now, my dimwitted friend over here...

Has what you call poor impulse control.

♪ Ay yii yii yii ♪

Ay yii yii yii.

Mel: ♪ Cocksuckers never eat hair pie ♪

Ha ha ha.

Now, wait a minute. Let me guess.

That's your luggage, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Which means you probably have jeans and a t-shirt,

which means we are going to have to go shopping.

We dropped the best acid.

Shut up.

I'm gonna take you guys shopping.

- Okay? - Cool.

I think you need a whole new wardrobe.

I need a whole new wardrobe,

that's for sure.

Mel: You got a wardrobe for ten people.

Now, Melvin,

being the absent-minded professor type he is,

he also forgot to mention that you both

are absolutely fuckin' starving to death.

Jesus Christ, you schmuck.

Look at them. They're bones.

Mel: Bones.

Sid: Poor babies.

Let's get these guys something to eat

before they just blow out the window

like fucking leaves. What do you say?

Fine.

They do look like death eaten on a cracker, don't they?

We're going on a road trip, and we'll stop to eat.

Yeah.

Because we have road trip boogaloo.

Boogaloo.

♪ Road trip boogaloo ♪

♪ Ay yii yii yii ♪

♪ Your grandmother swims after troop ships ♪

Ha ha ha ha.

Drive the car, Melvin. Shit.

Did you like this tongue this morning?

Bobbie: You guys on acid?

- You got any more? - How long is this tongue?

Seriously, is this a long tongue?

How about this one?

Sid: Aah!

Mel: No, look at that thing.

Can yours move fast?

Sid: Oh, my-- you guys!

I don't know, baby, can I move it fast?

Yeah.

Mel: Oh, come on. Don't be rude.

Sid: Hey, look where you're going.

Mel: Ah, fuck it.

You know, I figure you need concentration.

You gotta be perfect.

You know, you need a nice, light touch

for this kind of shit.

If that current is broken for even,

like one fuckin' tenth of a second, man...

It's all over.

That's why they call them contact alarms, see?

That wire is live.

How long I gotta do this for, man?

All day and all night if that's what it takes.

Hey, there's no room for error, kid.

You fuck up, the alarm goes off,

boo-ya, it's over.

Perfect.

Hey, Henry Higgins, how goes the tutoring?

Not bad. The kid has talent.

You been working him for hours.

Why don't you give him a break?

Let's go shopping.

Yeah, maybe it is time to take a little break. What do you say?

Lead the way, Miss Doolittle.

Gonna wear your crook gloves out?

No.

Good.

Thanks.

Sid: You got it?

Mel: Got it.

♪ Hey, you ♪

♪ Hey, you, with the curly bush on your head, baby ♪

All right. Not you, Princess.

We got work to do. Come on. Yeah.

Ok, I want you ladies back here at 1700.

Back here? We'll be here.

Don't have so much fun, ok?

Kiss. Kiss.

Oh, you shocked me.

Did I shock you? I shock you every time.

Come on. Come on.

We're gonna take a little drive.

♪ You're lookin' good, honey ♪

♪ Thank you, brother ♪

♪ Thank you, baby ♪

♪ Hey, you, hoo-hoo ♪

♪ Hey, you, with the bad hip boots on ♪

♪ Little girl ♪

♪ Yeah, you're the baddest ♪

Ah, fuck, I hate the suburbs.

Ah, this is the shit. Good choice, babes.

Where we goin', Mel?

I'm taking you for a drive.

Thought we were working.

We are working.

Look, you want to sit back at the hotel

and play with alarms all afternoon?

Why don't you shut the fuck up

and go for a nice drive here?

Hey!

Fuckin' drink her bath water.

Mmm. Getting a Woody just looking at her.

Did you see that ass?

Heh heh heh.

How about Sid, man? She's got some big titties.

Here's the 3 things you never fuck with--

you never fuck with a man's money.

You never fuck with a man's dope.

And you never fuck with a man's pussy.

Fair enough.

I never want to get old.

You know what Mel says?

He says that when he turns 60,

he's gonna drive off a cliff.

Heh heh. You want a fix?

No. I never shoot. I hate needles.

Well, give it a little time, my dear,

and you will come to love needles.

Ohh...

So how'd you two meet?

Heh. Me and Mel?

Mm-hmm.

Ahh, let's see... Well...

He was selling dope

to this schmuck that I was living with,

and he kept trying to get me to go out with him

behind Charlie's back.

That was the name of the guy--Charlie.

You want one of these?

No, honey.

Well, I am addicted to these things.

So anyway, when Charlie got busted

and I was on my own...

I finally said yes to Mel.

And the rest is ancient history.

Heh heh.

Are you guys married?

Married? Why?

Still, it would've been nice

to have a big, beautiful wedding.

I guess.

But my parents...

I haven't spoken to my parents

since they found out he was Jewish.

Heh heh.

It's too bad...

Because... He's the ideal man.

He's smart, he's rich, and he's funny.

And he's hung like a horse.

Wow.

I'm a lucky girl.

You know the best way to eat pussy?

Fucking alphabet-- A, B, C, D--

no way.

Try Z. Z, Z, X, Y, Z.

Say Z. We're here.

What the fuck's this?

Clinic.

We're gonna rip off some doctor?

This is no regular doctor.

He's the biggest speed doctor in the Midwest.

Yeah. No way.

This guy's a distributor, see?

He orders from the manufacturers

and supplies his own chain of clinics.

It goes right through his pharmacy right here.

As you can imagine,

this guy does a roaring cash business.

See, he does a bank drop every morning,

but he's open Saturdays.

So we hit him Saturday night,

and we get 2 days' receipts. All right?

All right.

We keep some desoxins and liquid meth...

Ok?

Yeah.

Dump the rest wholesale. You get 1/3.

Expenses come off the top.

Expenses? What expenses?

Living expenses, ace.

This is a fucking business we're running here, ok?

Holy shit.

Whoa. Damn. I guess you weren't the only one

who went to school today, huh?

Look at you, baby, huh? You look great.

Thank you.

You look so good.

Thank you.

Goddamn. What is this?

The store closing early or something?

No. We hardly did any damage.

Besides, we needed something to wear tonight.

Both: Tonight? What's tonight?

We're going out, baby, for a big night on the town.

He didn't tell you? Mel, tell him.

We're going out, right?

I guess Uncle Mel's treating tonight, huh, girls?

Huh? Huh? How much did all this shit cost?

A lot.

Yeah.yeah?

How much is a lot?

Sid: Come on, Mel.

Ok. Really, did it cost a lot?

Good-bye, girls.

Ok, here we go.

Mel: Jimmy!

Hey... Mel.

How you doin'? Whoa.

Long time no see, man. What you doin'?

Hey, ok. Ok.

Think maybe you can get us

a little booth tonight?

Got something right here.

Go. He's the best, man.

You know, I just gotta tell you, Rosie,

you look really, really beautiful.

Thank you, Sid.

You are a very lucky guy, Bobbie.

Yeah, they're both lucky. Lucky they met us.

We got good food, good booze, good music.

Now you're living, ace.

I don't know, man.

This place is a little rough.

This fucking place?

Hey, I was in a booze bar in St. Louis.

A guy walks in carrying a severed head, huh?

Walks up, sets it on the bar, and says,

"give the bitch a beer." That's a true story.

No way.

I'm fucking serious as a heart attack.

No fucking way.

That's a true story.

You live in the fast Lane, Mel.

I do.

We're certainly glad to have everybody here tonight.

Everybody feeling all right?

Patrons: Yeah!

Are y'all feeling good?

Listen, I'm telling you true--

I got to have somebody to scratch my back tonight.

And-- and-- and-- and if you

want to hear Clarence Carter scream,

you just have somebody to scratch my back.

In fact, what I think I'll do is play a little song

so you'll understand what I'm talking about.

A little song called I'm lookin' for a fox.

Goes a little something like that.

Nah. No, no, no.

Come on, Mel.

Sid: Dance, Mel.

You want me to shake my Booty?

All right, I'll go shake my damn Booty.

♪ I'm all alone and fancy-free ♪

♪ Aw, but this ain't the way I wanna be ♪

♪ Girls, get your game uptight ♪

♪ We're gonna have a wing-ding do tonight ♪

♪ Right now, I'm lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Lookin' for a fox ♪

Whoo.

♪ Lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo ♪

♪ Tonight the sky's the limit ♪

♪ I got my money, and I'm gonna spend it ♪

♪ It's Saturday night, and I'm gonna play ♪

♪ I wanna make love till the break of day ♪

♪ Right now, I'm lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo ♪

♪ I got a brand-new pinstripe suit of clothes. ♪

♪ I got a big, wide polka dot tie. ♪

♪ I got cufflinks big as jaybird eggs. ♪

♪ Look at this. Shoes made out of alligator hide. ♪

♪ I'm ripe and red and hot to trot ♪

♪ Darlin', you can get anything I got ♪

♪ I got the money if you got the time ♪

♪ All you gotta do is gimme a sign ♪

Come on, now.

♪ I'm lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Ahhhhh ♪

♪ Lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo ♪

♪ I'm lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ I got to have me a fox ♪

♪ I'm there lookin' for a fox ♪

♪ Ahh, find me your fox ♪

♪ Ahhhhh ♪

Don't you be puking on my new suit.

You ok?

Bobbie: Yeah, I got it.

Ok, wait, wait, wait. All right, ok?

Here, here. Give me your arm.

Come on.

Heh heh. I love you, Mel.

Yeah, huh?

You saved my life.

Sure did, kid, but let's stay focused

on the not puking thing, ok?

I'm the happiest now

as I've ever been in my whole fucking life.

Before tonight, I'd never even drank champagne before.

You don't say.

Well, you might've mentioned that

a little earlier in the evening, champ.

Are we home yet?

Almost.

Sid: Go. Go.

Ahh. Okay, five feet to heaven.

Right there. No, no, no.

Ew.

Here we go.

Ok. No, the other way.

Sorry, sorry. Here.

Here. You want to take your shoes off?

Guess not. Ok. Fine.

Sid: You want to take your--nah.

You feelin' ok? You're not sick, are ya?

Sid: You are in bed. Night night.

Rosie: Night night.

Good night, dad.

Willie Dixon: ♪ Woman, b-baby, call me d-daddy, and she ♪

♪ C-Call me real slow ♪

♪ I-I said, what you want? ♪

♪ And she said, like... I--I don't know ♪

♪ I get nervous ♪

♪ M-Man, I get nervous ♪

♪ I'm a n-nervous m-man, and I ♪

♪ T-Tremble all up in my b-bones ♪

♪ When she take me in her arms ♪

♪ And she sq-squeeze me tight ♪

Ohh!

♪ Start to s-shaking in her voice ♪

♪ And she say ♪

♪ Everything's all right ♪

♪ I get n-nervous, man ♪

Thanks, Mel.

Fuckin' he could've fit up here.

Fuck.

Bingo.

Hmm. Easy as fucking cake.

♪ Now, woman, woman, baby... ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ F-Feel like lightning hit my brains ♪

♪ My heart b-beat like thunder ♪

♪ And she call me b-baby names ♪

♪ You know... ♪

Did I scare you, baby? Lead the way, boss.

Fucker, we're rich. We are so fuckin' rich!

We still gotta sell this shit, ace.

Knock knock.

Bobbie, this is reverend James cook.

Today I can offer you

the worldly protection

of the weapons of the hand.

Ha ha! You're a gun dealer?

I'm a gunsmith by trade,

but a Fisher of men by avocation.

But you're a preacher.

Doesn't that go against your morals?

Even Jesus Christ was a carpenter

and his disciples fishermen.

And we well know the blessed Mary Magdalene,

she was a whore.

Boys, I hate to break up the theological discussion,

but how much for the lot, Jimbo?

2,000 total.

I prefer 100s.

Now...

May god bless you

and keep you safe under his protection

for all your earthly endeavors.

♪ Softly and tenderly ♪

♪ Jesus is calling ♪

♪ Calling for you ♪

♪ And for me ♪

Happy trails.

♪ Through the heart's portals ♪

♪ He's waiting and watching ♪

♪ Through the heart's portals ♪

♪ He's waitin' and watchin' ♪

♪ Watchin'... ♪

Who the fuck was that?

Jesus...

Somebody you never want to mess with.

Yikes.

Bam!

Got you first.

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Oh, here I am ♪

♪ Here, here I am... ♪

Hey, baby.

Kinda pretty for something so ugly, huh?

I'm pregnant, Bobbie.

What do you think about that?

I've been trying to tell you for a while, you know,

but I didn't know how to say it.

Come on, baby. Don't just stand there all peeing and shit.

Say something. I mean... This is serious.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

What if I want to keep it?

Shit, baby.

You think that's a good idea?

Fuck, I ain't old enough to handle no kids.

Oh, I see. You're just a kid, right?

One minute you're Mr. Big man with Mel,

and the next minute you're just a helpless little boy, huh?

No, no, that's not what I meant?

I'm just saying maybe we should wait--

wait till all this shit's over, you know?

Wait till it's a good time to have kids.

There's never gonna be a good time.

There will always be something wrong.

If I keep it, are you gonna leave?

I don't know, baby.

I've never even thought about having kids before,

seeing how my parents fucked me up and all--

our parents didn't give a fucking shit about us, ok,

so fuck them.

But we can do better, you know?

We can be the kind of parents that they never were.

You're the best thing that ever happened to me, baby.

I love you.

But I'll do this alone if I have to.

Shit, baby.

Baby, you know me better than that.

The only way you're gonna get rid of me

is if I fuckin' die.

And I ain't gonna fuckin' die, ok?

Heh. Oh, good. Heh heh heh.

Besides, we'll spoil the shit out of him, right?

Or her.

Hey, have you told Sid yet?

No.

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god. You're pregnant.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

They're pregnant! You're pregnant!

You're gonna have a baby. You're gonna have a little baby.

A little beautiful little baby.

Oh, my god!

I can't fuckin' believe it.

Mel: All right.

Calm down. That's great news,

but everybody in the world doesn't have to hear it.

What do you mean

everybody doesn't need to know?

What, am I being loud? Is that what you mean?

Hey...

Who gives a flying fuck, really?

It's so cool! I can't believe it!

A baby! Wait a minute. How pregnant are you?

When are you gonna have this baby?

I don't know.

What do you want?

Boy. A girl.

Your eyes and your mouth.

Oh, my god.

Little babies. I love little babies.

No more caffeine for you, Missy.

For me? It's for her.

We ought to name it after Sidney.

I think you're a little bit more excited about this

than we are.

You think? No.

Well, you'll get more excited.

Oh, we're excited!

Oh, I love kids.

♪ Your loyalty's not to me ♪

♪ But to the stars... ♪

What the fuck are you doing?

What am I doing?

Yeah, what are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

What is your fucking problem?

Don't...

Do this.

Fuck you, Mel.

So there are some details I want to go over

at the motel before the clients start coming, ok?

Whatever you say, man. You're the boss, right?

Should you be smoking?

The baby.

So which one you like?

Come on. .38 Smith & Wesson.

It's a chief's special, man.

It's compact.

Plenty of stopping power with these hollow-points.

I got it all sighted in on the range.

Accurate to 50 feet.

Oh, gosh. That's nice.

Hey. Whoa.

Pay attention, G.I. Joe.

If you want to learn, you gotta listen.

I'm listening.

No. Put the gun down and watch here. Look.

I'm listening.

Put the fuckin' gun down

before I smack the shit out of you. Come here.

Hey... Bam.

Come here.

Walther PP

I call it a lucky 7

because it's got 6 in the clip and...

One in the chamber. Ok?

Let's see your hands.

See? You got delicate hands and not a lot of muscle.

Fuck you.

No, no, no, man. This is good for you.

It's got good balance. How does it feel?

Oh, it feels good.

Huh?

I like it.

Good? Yeah.

See, Sid and me will teach you how to shoot.

Now, here's the deal.

You make a gun feel like

it's an extension of your arm, all right?

And after a little practice, you don't even have to aim.

You just point your hand and what you want to hit

and boom! It'll fuckin' have holes in it all day.

Yeah. I'd like to see some motherfucker

try some shit on me with this.

I'd finish his ass like Swiss cheese.

There's something you gotta understand, ace, all right?

A gun is there for your protection.

You use it when you have not other option.

It ain't your fuckin' dick, so don't be whippin' it out

every time you want to prove you're a fuckin' tough guy.

Ok? You got that?

Yeah, man. I ain't stupid.

Glad to hear it.

Thanks.

Hey, Mel.

What do you think about me being a dad?

Pretty crazy, huh?

Personally, I think you're a little young

to be poppin' out babies, but hey,

it ain't my business. Get up.

Rosie's really excited,

but I'm nervous.

I guess that's normal, huh?

You know, me and Sid can't do it,

can't have no babies, so do me a favor, will you,

and go light on the topic.

Ah, fuck it.

Just the luck of the draw.

All right?

Well...

I mean, you and-- you and Sid

have really been like parents to me and Rosie.

So I guess you kind of got kids after all,

even if it's not the way you expected, right?

Give me a break, kid.

You think if I was gonna adopt,

I'd end up with a delinquent doper like you?

I don't think so.

Come on, I'm just fuckin' with you.

Don't be so sensitive, will you?

Don't worry, Bobbie.

Erything's gonna work out.

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Send 'em over.

First clients have arrived.

So wt do I do?

Just hang there, look cool.

All right.

Ok.

How about 50 cents each?

No way, pal. No.

No. 60 cents. That's it, or we don't do business.

I mean, black beauties are selling for $2 to $3 apiece on the street. Come on.

$2,500.

Cash money, right now,

or we walk...

Fucker.

We'll find a better price.

It's just as simple as that.

60 cents, or we don't have a deal.

It's as simple as that.

Fucker!

Who's got the money?

Take it out.

♪ Hey, Mister, can I borrow your surfboard? ♪

Lemme see it. Lemme see it!

Put it on the bed.

My partner's gonna count it.

If it's all there, you get your black beauties,

you hit the road, everything's cool.

If it comes up short,

I'm just gonna take all your fuckin' money,

and you can suck my dick.

Ok...

Fucker?

No, it's all here. 3 G's.

Perfect.

Mel: Watch this.

5,000 biphetamines.

It's as simple as that.

Huhh!

Just fuckin' with you fellas.

What, are you from California or something?

Like a surfer?

Like a big kahuna?

Yeah? What, you work in a band or something, huh?

Ha ha.

Mel: What?

Don't worry, boys, it's all there.

Your mommies' and daddies' money is well spent.

Go on. You can beat it.

Kahuna, hit the fuckin' big waves, baby.

Bye!

Fucker.

Who the fuck do you think you are, fast draw McGraw?

What? What'd I do?

Hey, you know, the fucking guy was trying to set the price.

That's my job. Ok?

That's my fuckin' gig.

And he looked pretty mean, that guy. Was it Barry?

He was, like, a mean-lookin' guy.

I was scared, weren't you?

I was scared shitless.

I was shiverin', quakin' in my boots.

Bobbie: Oh, my god, did you see his shirt?

Ooh! Ooh, baby!

Come on. You know,

you are a 40-year-old who acts like a kid,

and you are a kid--shit-- who acts like a 40-year-old.

You know what I am? No.

I'm a fuckin' 40-year-old--

I'm a 4-year-old--

yeah, I know.

Ok, so I act like a kid.

But I fuck like a kid, too, ok, baby?

Yeah, that's true.

I'm a kid who fucks like a 40-year-old.

Hey, Sid.

Sid! Come on back, Sid.

Sid, thanks for sharing all that.

Yeah, thanks.

Thanks for oversharing.

I think she likes me, huh?

Uh, no, no.

Hey, why can't you fuckin' shoot it like everybody else?

You know, your needle phobia

is wasting a lot of my good smack.

What's your problem, man?

We got so much shit, we're giving it away.

I guess I'm just a little tense about our next deal.

Fuckin' guys call themselves Hitler's henchmen.

They're like a bike gang that don't require bikes.

Go figure. Huh?

They're into runnin' broads, you know,

selling and making speed.

See, Sid don't want to have anything to do with them.

Man, they want so much fuckin' volume,

I don't give a shit what they call themselves.

Long as they got a lot of dough.

Sid doesn't like 'em, huh?

Ah, she's been on my ass about it

all fuckin' day. Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak.

It's like, fuck it, you know?

I mean, I'm the one who lost relatives in the war.

Don't bother me none.

Grudge shopping? Huh?

Whatever.

Mel.

Ha ha!

What?

I don't want to get near these cocksuckers.

Fine, ok?

So who's gonna bring the shit over when we make the deal?

I will. I'll bring the shit over.

Great. Ok. Great.

Thanks, babe.

Just let me know when it arrives.

Yeah, fine.

Wait, wait.

What?

Give me that. Thank you.

What the fuck, man!

Oh, Jesus.

Are they on the rag or what?

Not my girl.

Yeah, well, mine's on the rag for both of 'em.

Look at this.

That was pathetic.

Where's the rest of our shit?

Oh, Rosie took it over.

So I have nothin'.

Great. Everybody's fuckin' high but me.

You know, we do our own cookin'.

Make crystal so good, it looks like glass.

Ain't that right, Ty?

Yeah, we do. We sure do.

So if your crank is so good,

how come you want these chickenshit ups?

Well, not everybody likes crack, pal.

Some people like pills.

After we get done sellin' these ups,

25 G's turns into 100.

That's why, big time.

Make the call.

50,000 beans.

All right, then.

Say, have you ever heard this one?

If the Flintstones was black,

what would they call the show?

The niggers.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

You don't think that's funny?

Hey, I got one.

Uh...

How do you circumcise a redneck?

I don't know.

You kick his sister in the chin.

Ha ha!

Ha...

You see,

you can't never be too cautious.

Hey, spinner here came up from next door.

That's the stash.

Probably there with the Jew boy's bitch guarding it.

Hey, hey, hey!

Ty and me'll stay here.

You two go get the cunt and our stash.

Listen, boss, you got the best hand.

Why don't you just let the chicks go, man?

Let me just get the kid to the hospital.

I got 50 G's stashed.

Melvin! Do you know how you get 100 Jews

into a Mercedes-Benz?

In the ashtray.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

How do you like me now, motherfucker? Huh?!

Ohh!

Aah!

Jew boy's bitch, huh?

Aah!

Melvin!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Shit!

Ohh...

Fuck! Are they dead?

- No. - Shit.

Yes? No.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

Are you all right, Bobbie? Get up! Get up!

Shit! We have to get you to a hospital.

Bobbie!

Bobby.

Get the dope. Go get the car.

Get the car, Rosie, now!

Ok.

No, come here!

- Get the money! - No, get the dope!

Ohh! Get the fuckin' money!

All right, get the money. Shit.

Come here, we've gotta get out of here quick.

I'm bleedin' to death. There's the fuckin' money.

Get up, Mel. Mel, no, he'll get the money.

Come on, get up, get up.

Mel, let him get the money and get up.

Bobbie, you ok, man? Are you fucked up?

Come on, I can't pick you up. Get up.

- Help me. - Ow!

Ok, ok, ok. Come here.

Get my fucking gun.

Ok, get it. You got it?

Come on. Mel--ok.

I can't hold you. Come on, stand up.

Damn it!

♪ I feel so bad about it ♪

♪ Is it true? ♪

Bobbie, are you hit?

Are you hit?

Are you shot?

Bobbie: Ah, shit!

Sid: Ok, we're going to the hospital.

Mel: No, we're not!

Sid: Baby, we got to get you to a doctor,

and the kid needs a real doctor.

Mel: If we go near a hospital in the 5-state area,

we're fuckin' busted.

The reverend's the only chance we got.

He's got a whole crew workin'.

So we go to Jimbo's, which is only 3 hours away.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, fuck it. Ohh...

Fuck it!

I should've gone to veterinary school,

I swear to Christ. I was gonna be a fuckin' vet.

Did you know that?

I was gonna be a fuckin' vet.

Who the fuck cares, man?

I thought it was bullshit,

stickin' my fuckin' finger up a poodle's ass.

You are really sick.

Oh...

Fuck me.

I think I’m... Fucked up.

I fucked up.

It was a funny fucking joke, though,

about the Flintstones and the niggers, you gotta admit.

How can you laugh like that?

Doesn't it hurt?

Yeah, it fuckin' hurts.

But only when I laugh. Ha ha ha ha ha!

Oh, my god

Bobbie: Ohh! Oh! Ohh!

Don't laugh.

Ow... ow...

I'm fucked... Up.

Bobbie: Ohh...

Ohh... ohh...

We need to see the reverend.

Go on down to the house.

♪ What would I do? ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ What would I do ♪

♪ If I knew ♪

♪ Your love ♪

♪ Sweet love ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Don't leave me, girl ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Careful.

You're home now, boy.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

Echoing voice: The lord...

He has spoke to me directly...

And said he'll look out for you...

And you'll be just fine.

Don't be moving around.

You've got to lie still.

You were mighty bad when you come in,

but, uh, you're improving by the minute.

Only kidding.

He's, uh, helped a lot of folks.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa. Heh heh.

Ho ho ho. Ahh.

Oh, slow it down there, boy, huh?

Hello.

Hey there.

Kind of like you this way--crazy.

You know, they got goats here.

Cows, chickens, rabbits.

I lost it.

But, hey, don't worry about me.

I'm cool.

What would we do with a baby, anyway?

Don't think, ok?

Just rest. Shh.

I'll come back later and give you a blow job.

Yikes.

- Do it again. - Do it again?

- Yeah. - Ok.

You can't.

♪ Me and Mrs. Jones ♪

Ah, that's a good one.

♪ We got a thing ♪

♪ Goin' on ♪

Look. I got-- I got hair on my toes.

When'd I get that, huh?

I didn't have that before I met you guys.

You need a pedicure.

Want to give me a pedicure?

♪ We meet every day ♪

♪ At that same cafe ♪

Sure. I'll give you a pedicure.

♪ No one knows we'll be there ♪

Third try's the charm.

♪ Making all kinds of plans ♪

Want a drag?

No, thank you.

So what you doing with this Mel fool, anyway, huh?

"With his mouth full"?

Yeah.

Mel: Oh, man, I can't wait to get out of here.

Fucking middle of nowhere.

All this...

Space.

Makes me nervous, man.

Give me, you know,

high-rises, traffic, smog--

fucking anything but all this empty goddamn--

Nowhere nothing shit!

I hear you, man.

I, uh, got this friend, Jewels.

Yeah?

Got some...

Vault thing going. Sounds pretty good.

What do you mean?

I mean we got a job.

We're out of here tomorrow.

What?

I don't know. I just thought you know,

we're gonna lay low, take it easy.

Take it easy? What, are you some kind of fucking old man now?

Nah. Just...

I just thought we were

gonna play it cool, is all, you know. Relax.

Well, I changed my mind.

It's a lot of money, Bobbie.

We got money.

We got half our money.

Those ups we got left ain't worth shit now.

How about the cops?

Aren't they still looking for us?

You let me worry about that, all right?

Shit, Mel.

What's the deal? Why are you sweatin' this so much?

I'm not sweatin' anything, man.

I'm just-- Fuck, Rosie lost the baby.

You fucking got almost killed.

Hey, it's part of the territory.

If you don't like the risk,

maybe you should change professions.

Busboy.

Milkman.

Bum.

Jesus! Fuck, man.

You see, you just-- you just don't get it.

You fucking don't get it,

you little shit!

This is about money!

Money!

We hit this, we're set for life.

You and that little twat can have it made in the shade,

and you ain't even hit 20 yet. Think about that.

Think about it.

I don't know about you,

but I ain't quitting until I get what I came for.

You understand me?

Anything else-- listen to me.

Anything else is a fucking compromise,

and compromise is for losers,

fucking, fucking nobodies.

Don't tell me I don't get it.

Ah...

It's the booze talking, son.

It's the fucking booze.

Ah...

This is something I need you on.

It's about trust, ok?

I haven't steered you wrong yet, have I?

Have I?

Gotta stick together.

Right?

Bobbie.

Yeah.

All right.

Sid: Rosie?

You sleeping?

No. Just resting.

I brought you some chicken soup.

You need something in your tummy.

I'm not very hungry.

Well, you can eat it later.

Oh, my god.

Every time I look in the mirror these days,

I feel like it's gonna crack.

I wish there was something I could do for you.

There's nothing you can do.

I know.

That's what kills me.

♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪

♪ And if that mockingbird don't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring ♪

Talk to me, Rosie.

Tell me what's on your mind.

I can't do this.

I can't do this anymore, Sid.

I didn't think that we were gonna make it.

And I feel so guilty.

I know.

And I was so scared, you know,

and I'm still scared.

I just--I don't want to do this shit anymore.

I want to go home.

I'm so sorry, Rosie.

I'm so sorry. God.

Listen to me.

You don't have to do anything

that you don't want to do.

Do you hear me?

Nobody's gonna make you do anything,

I promise.

Ok?

Oh, what have we gotten you kids into?

There's something else I've been thinking about

since we got here, actually.

Mel: What's on your mind, darling?

I think we should take things back to the way they were before.

What do you mean?

I mean without the kids.

You want to bump--

uh, you want to dump Bobbie and Rosie?

Well, "dump" is a pretty harsh way to put it.

But I think that we should give them some money

and go our separate ways, yeah.

Go off on our own again.

I thought you liked them.

Yeah, I like 'em. They're fine.

I love them. They're great.

But I mean, what are we gonna do,

spend the rest of our lives running around

with 2 people who aren't even half our age?

We've been doing real good together.

They look up to us. They need us, babe.

What do they need us for?

What do you think we are, Ozzie and Harriet?

Ah, here we go.

Here we go.

I mean, I am no role model.

I'm a junkie, and I'm a thief.

So are you.

We can't pretend that this is good for them.

We gotta let 'em go.

These kids were using and stealing

long before they met up with us.

Well, that doesn't make it ok.

Then what?

Ok. I'm not gonna argue with you,

especially when you've been drinking.

Hey.

So why don't we just talk about it another time.

Ok?

They go with us.

And I don't want to talk about it again.

You know, you act tough,

but you're not.

You're scared.

That's why you don't want to let them go.

And thanks for telling me that we're leaving tomorrow.

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here.

Fuck me.

Mingle, boys. I have to talk to my hoodlum friends.

Hola. Melvin, ah?

Good to see you again.

You got a little glitter here.

Uh-huh.

You got your little basket here.

Thank you very much.

Nice chicken you have there.

What is your pleasure?

Ah, give me a whiskey, a double, eh?

Arturo, eh? Para mi amigo.

Vamonos. Vamonos.

So what's the score, babe?

- It's a jewelry store. - Jewelry store?

The guarantee is 50,000 in uncirculated gold coins.

Fucking great. A jewelry store--

steel walls, steel floor,

fucking silent alarms, closed-circuit.

You fucking brought me here for this, Jewels?

Mira, Mira. It's an insurance score.

Make it look real, but there's no risk.

W-What's an insurance score?

Melvin, this one is still in diapers, huh?

The owner, he puts 50,000 in the safe.

He claims 100.

Everybody make out.

So...

Where's my fucking drink, man? Hey!

Melvin. Yeah?

You look like shit.

- No, I'm fine. - Can you do this?

I'm fine. I just want my fucking drink, ok?

Ok. So it's on for tonight?

Good. Ok.

So what do you say, maybe we-- we go to mi casa,

smoke some eska, get naked, huh?

What do you say, Bobbie, you want to get naked and bump dick heads?

Fuck you, Melvin.

- Huh? - Fuck you.

Want to rub the helmet?

You never know until you try.

I know, man. I know. Fucking gross.

Hey, Melvin, since when

you start running with niños, anyway?

Since they stopped running with faggots.

Hey. Hey, come on.

This is business here. Fucking cool out, will ya?

Let me tell you something, you little chicken, huh?

I can kick your ass as soon as I can fuck it.

Why don't you fucking yell "faggots" a little louder, huh?

Wait here.

Try not to get eaten while I'm fucking gone.

Jewels: Arturo.

Mel: Sorry about that.

Here's the setup.

I got time to study this layout here? Ok.

Jewels: Mmm, mmm.

Something nice is looking my way.

He looks like a fucking turnip with hair.

Andale pues carnal, eh?

Call me before you leave tonight, eh?

I will.

Let's make some money, ok?

Good.

What's with the attitude?

I don't have an attitude.

- I just don't like it. - You don't like it?

Well, what does that mean?

You told me you only do jobs that are 100% kosher, right?

- Yeah. - It just don't feel 100% kosher.

What are you talking about? You heard him.

We're in, we're out. No worries.

Yeah. It's too fast.

We don't even know this guy.

Did you fucking hear me?

You're like a fucking cunt or something.

I've known Jewels since before you were born.

Jewels. I'm not talking about Jewels!

I'm talking about the guy we're robbing!

The--the guy we're robbing.

Why don't you tell the whole fucking room?

It just doesn't feel right to me.

It doesn't sound right.

Doesn't feel right? Doesn't sound right?

I decide what fucking sounds right around here, ok?

Not you, all right?

You didn't know shit before you fucking met me.

Now you're gonna second-guess my contacts

'cause you pulled off a couple of fucking chickenshit jobs?

I don't fucking think so, man. I lead. You fucking follow.

You got it?

Yeah. Have another drink, Mel.

I'm sick and tired of your fucking mouth.

You hear me?

I don't care.

- You don't fucking care? - No.

You'll care when I throw your fucking ass out on the street.

Where would you be without me, you little cocksucker?

I'd be fine.

You'd be fucking fine?Yeah.

I don't fucking think so, ok?

I don't think you'd be fucking fine.

You know where you'd be? You'd be fucking dead!

That's where you'd fucking be, all right? You hear me?

You understand what I'm saying?

'Cause this is the last time I'm having this conversation with you.

You understand?

We're gonna do this fucking thing.

We're gonna make some dough,

and we're gonna get out of here,

so just try to be fucking cool, ok?

Hey. Hey!

What? Fuck, what?!

Rosie ain't coming, all right?

I'm fucking devastated. Rosie's not coming.

You think I give a shit?

Fine. We don't need her, all right?

You, me, and Sid'll do it

and fucking pick Rosie up afterwards.

So, fine. Whatever.

Hey.

Trust me, ok?

Ha ha ha!

Rosie, what are you doing?

Hey, baby.

Hi. How are you?

Whoa.

Oh, thank you, Bobbie.

My protector.

Yeah. What's going on?

You never shoot.

Oh, I know, but, uh, me and Uncle Mel,

we been doing a little practicing

during your long recovery.

Yeah?

Hey, Bobbie, let's get high together, ok?

Uh, I gotta work. You know that.

No, baby. Come on.

Stay with me tonight.

Get high with me.

Oh, babe, I can't,

not now.

Stop it.

Come on.

Jesus, I can't. I gotta work.

Mel's waiting, all right? I gotta work.

I don't want you to work.

I don't want you to go. Don't go.

"I don't want you to go."

Well, too bad! I gotta work!

No, Bobbie! Don't leave.

Look at you. Look at you.

You're all fucked up.

So?!

So you gotta fucking maintain.

You can't get this fucked up.

All right?

I'll be back in a couple of hours, all right?

I don't want you to go.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Then I'll fuck you all night long, ok?

I don't want you to go!

I don't want you to go.

Bobbie, don't go. I love you.

Oh, fuck.

I love you.

Ohh! I don't want you to go!

I love you!

Fucking--aah.

Aaaahh!

You gotta maintain.

Don't go!

Aah!

No! Fuck.

God.

Please. Please.

Aaaahh!

Aah!

No!

Aah.

Don't be a fucking pig junkie.

You all right?

I love you.

Clean the room.

No!

No.

♪ I'll be standing there ♪

♪ Holding your trembling hand ♪

♪ And I won't let nothing ♪

Fuck you.

♪ No, no ♪

♪ Separate us ♪

♪ Nothing in the world ♪

♪ I won't let nobody ♪

♪ Nothing touch you ♪

♪ I won't let nobody ♪

♪ Nothing to say anything ♪

♪ I'll just be right with you, baby ♪

Give me the, uh, big hammer.

This one. Yeah.

Ok.

Ok.

Here we go.

Ok.

Punch...

And pull.

Ha.

Bobbie: What the fuck?

What the fuck's going on?

We're burned.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on. We'll deal with this later.

It was fucking empty!

Fucking empty!

All right.

Look, I didn't say it was you, man.

Just fucking--

I just fucking gotta know where he lives.

Ok. All right.

No, I'm coming over.

All right. All right.

- So? - Uh, Jewels thinks

he can find out this guy's address,

but, you know, it's gonna take a few fucking hours so...

I'm gonna go over to Jewel's place, and then...

I'll drop you guys at the fucking hotel.

So we'll meet up once I find out

where this fucking dead man lives.

- I'm out. - No, no, no.

- Don't start your Fucking shit. - I'm out!

You're coming with us.

- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.

- No! No! No! - He's gonna pay.

This motherfucking cocksucker

is going down, and you

are not gonna fucking dare to argue with me!

Now get in the fucking car, both of you.

We can't do this.

Goddamn it!

- Get in the motherfucking car! - I'm sorry.

Fucking listen to this fucking bullshit

from you every fucking time!

I want to be out! I want--

Come on, Rosie,

let's get the fuck out of here.

Fucking Mel's lost his shit.

Come on, we gotta go before he gets back.

Rosie!

Rosie, come on. Help me pack.

Rosie?

Oh, baby. Oh...

Rosie.

Rosie, baby.

Rosie!

Come on, wake up!

Baby, you're all I have.

Come on.

Please.

Please. Ohh!

♪ I can't see myself ♪

♪ No, I can't see myself ♪

♪ Cryin' about you ♪

No.

Baby, you're all I got.

Baby, don't do this.

Baby, don't do this!

♪ Oh, we used to have some good times ♪

No!

No.

♪ Sure we had a lot of fun ♪

Be alive.

♪ But every time we had a little fight ♪

You're all I have left.

♪ You'd find somewhere to run ♪

Fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch!

♪ That's why I say I can't see myself ♪

You fucking bitch!

Fucking bitch!

♪ No, I can't see myself crying about you ♪

Fuck! Fuck!

Bitch!

Bitch!

♪ Now all of my friends told me about ♪

Fuck you. Fuck you.

♪ How you laughed and you bragged and you... ♪

Fuck!

Fuck!

♪ And you kept on 'a boasting about how you're gonna ♪

♪ Leave me holding the bag, well ♪

♪ I'll get over you, I'll get over you ♪

I love you, baby.

Please.

♪ Oh, you just ♪

♪ Go on, now, darlin' ♪

Don't be dead.

♪ I know you want to play the field ♪

♪ And you're gonna tell everybody ♪

♪ That Clarence gave you a dirty deal, but... ♪

♪ But, but I just can't see myself ♪

Why'd you do that?

Baby.

♪ No, I can't see myself crying about you ♪

Baby, I love you.

Baby, I love you.

I love you.

♪ Oh, no, girl ♪

♪ I ain't gonna cry ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no, baby ♪

♪ I ain't gonna cry, baby ♪

♪ No, no, about you, girl ♪

♪ I ain't gonna cry, baby ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ No more about you, girl ♪

♪ Do what you wanna do ♪

♪ 'Cause I ain't gonna cry ♪

♪ Ain't gonna cry, ain't gonna cry ♪

♪ No, no, about you, girl ♪

♪ I ain't gonna cry ♪

Hey, Bobbie, come on. Will you hurry up?

Fuck. We gotta go.

Could you walk any slower? Fuck.

Where's Rosie?

She ain't coming.

The fuck she isn't. Hey, you know, we're not coming back here, man.

Once we get our money, we are fucking out of here, ok?

So she is either with us or she's not.

She's not.

What? Hey, look.

Look, I don't have time for this shit right now.

Just get your ass upstairs and bring her down here, will ya?

Fuck you, Mel.

What did you say to me?

What'd you just say?

She's not coming.

Sid: Mel, Rosie's not ready. We're late. Let's go.

What choice do we have? Let's go.

Ok, but when I get back here,

if she's not ready,

I'm gonna leave her ass here. Got it?

Ok? That's it.

Fuck it. You got it?

Here we go. Right here.

Hey, Bobbie.

Psst.

Come on.

Fucking Jewels.

You two stay here while I check it out.

And don't fucking move until I get back.

Aah!

Bobbie.

Wait. Bobbie.

Little piece of shit!

You look at me when I'm talking to you, eh?!

Jewels: Huh?

Thanks for the fucking backup!

You believe this piece of shit pulled a gun on me, huh?!

If I didn't know better,

I would think you were trying to piss me off!

Hit him again and I'll kill ya!

Get that fucking thing off me. This is business.

Fuck you! This ain't business.

This is bullshit.

Motherfucker, I'll kill you!

You think you're that fast, huh?

No, you're not that fast.

Hey, Bobbie, what's up with you, man, huh?

This fucker robs us

and you put a gun to my head?

That's not cool, ese.

Why don't you sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up

so I don't have to shoot you in the head,

huh, ese?

Bobbie, what are you doing?

Look.

Fuck!

Shit.

Jesus Christ.

Come here. Come here.

Hold still, goddamn it! Hold still!

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Aah! My god,

what are you doing this to us for?

Where is your safe?

We don't have it.

Everything that we have

is in the safe at the store. Please.

Fuck, lady, listen.

We've been to the goddamn store,

we've been in the goddamn safe,

and you know what we found? Absolutely fucking nothing!

Now listen to me!

I'm trying to keep you fucking alive here.

All we want is what is ours.

Now, if you would take me to the safe,

then we will leave.

Ok.

Fuck.

Let's go.

You piece of shit!

You lying asshole!

Shut up, lady! Come on.

Look...

Bobbie, it's obvious to me that this is not your thing.

This... you're a good kid, Bobbie.

You just-- you got caught up with the wrong crowd.

You probably come from a broken home.

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

Ok. Jesus! All right!

Shut the fuck up! Now! Now!

I'm sorry.

Ok, chickie, show you got some balls, huh?

Go ahead.

Don't let him hit me, Bobbie. Please.

Thank you. God bless you.

For a fucking idiot--

what the fuck do you think you're talking about?!

Do you fucking think you burned us?!

You motherfucker!

Jewels, I'm gonna shoot you

in your fucking head!

Get him off me!

Jewels! Now!

Fucking shit!

What the fuck happened?!

Oh, god. God, no.

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Bobbie, what have you done to us?

What the fuck have you done?

Shit!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Ah, god.

Fuck.

Sid: Oh shit.

God, no.

Fuck.

Sid: Mel, we gotta get out of here.

Lady, listen to me.

In 15 minutes, you call the cops,

and you tell them that you just shot a burglar.

Come on, Mel.

It's Mel, right?

You probably come from a broken family--

Sid: No. Mel...

Sorry.

Goddamn it!

You didn't have to kill them. You didn't have to!

I had to!

They would have fingered us all.

Murder one, Sidney.

Life in prison. Worse.

No.

You didn't have to kill 'em.

We gotta get out of here.

Fuck me.

You really fucked it up good this time, didn't you, Bobbie, huh?

Goddamn! You really fucking did.

Jewels has a huge fucking crew!

He's got people everywhere.

This is like having a fucking price on our heads.

Mel...

No! Goddamn. No Sid!

Stop fucking making excuses for him!

Goddamn it!

He fucked us up good, and you fucking know it!

What did I ever fucking to do you, you little prick,

that you would fuck me like this?!

I take you in. I teach you the ropes,

I give you my money, my-- my fucking dope.

I--I make you part of my crew.

Is this my fucking payback?!

Is this my fucking payback?!

- You shit! - Mel!

You fucking little shit!

- Shut-- - Motherfucker!

- What! What?! - Shut the fuck up!

Shut up! Jesus Christ.

Shut up!

I'm gonna die. Fuck you!

Come on, everything is cool. Everything is fine.

We've got the money.

We're out of there. We're all right. We're safe.

Oh, don't fucking get me started on that.

We never should have left him alone in there.

Oh, god, this whole thing is such a fucking, fucking mess!

And now, to top it all off, I gotta go back to the motel

and pick up his fucking girlfriend,

who's too fucking good to work with the rest of us!

She's dead.

What? What? What did you fucking say to me?

What did you fucking--

I said she's fucking dead, all right, you asshole?

So she won't fuck up your perfect plan!

Sid: Oh...

Oh, my god.

Fuck you! You little fucking shit!

- Motherfucker! - Hey! Hey!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you!

You fucking little shit!

Sid: Stop it! Mel!

Fuck you!

- Stop it! - Fuck it!

Sid: Ohh...

Oh, god! Oh, god!

Oh, god!

Oh, god!

Oh, Bobbie, I'm sorry.

Oh, my god.

God...

You asshole!

Shit.

I need an enema.

Pull over at that gas station.

Fill 'er up.

All right, champ.

You pull point on potty patrol.

Sid, you know what we gotta do.

You can't be serious.

I'm not having a fucking discussion here.

We got no choice, and you know it.

I can't believe you even said that.

This is Bobbie.

He saved your life, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

So we're even, all right?

This is not about friendship. This is not about love.

This is fucking survival.

Why don't we just let him go?

- No. - We can drop him off in Springfield tonight.

No. I can't do that.

Look, he's the only one who can finger us now,

and the only sure way out for him is to cop a plea.

Huh? We go away for life, and he walks.

I can't live with those odds.

Mel no.

Look, I did not create this fucking mess.

I am not the one who went ape-shit and shot Jewels.

Bobbie blew it.

You play, you'll fuckin' pay.

No, you fucking blew it.

W-What did you say to me? What--

I'm saying this is your mess.

Ok? This plan was a fucked-up, stupid idea from the beginning,

and none of us wanted to do it.

I mean, you put us all in danger, Mel.

Bobbie is our family.

Now what do you want to do?

You want to put him in a fucking cornfield

because you fucked up?

No! Aah!

Don't you say another fucking word.

One more word, and I swear

I will put you in the ground right along next to him.

Now, look...

I know that things--

that...

I...

Haven't been as tight as usual.

I've been drinking too much. Huh?

And I'm still fucked up from being shot, ok?

But I am clear now.

I am clear as a motherfucker.

Now, we got about 80 grand back there.

We got this one small problem to take care of now,

and I will deal with Jewels' crew later.

Everything's gonna be cool.

I got it all worked out, ok?

So...

We'll do this tonight.

The sooner the better.

Once it's dark,

you're gonna pull over to a cornfield, take a piss,

and I'll take care of everything. Hmm?

All you gotta do is help with the body.

- Yeah? - Ok.

- Ok. - Ok.

- All right, then. - Ok.

So you get in there and buy us a fucking shovel.

Bobbie.

Bobbie.

Sid, I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

I was gonna leave this morning with Rosie, but...

Bobbie, I got about 10 seconds here.

Take this and get the fuck out of here.

No, I don't want your money.

I just want to get dropped off somewhere

so I can fucking figure out my life.

I'm gonna go tell Mel now.

No, you can't go back in the car.

Listen to me. Mel is gonna kill you.

Run, ok?

Go, fast.

Here's your fucking shovel.

So where the fuck is Bobby?

Far away from here by now.

Fuck.

♪ In the time of my confession ♪

♪ In the hour of my deepest need ♪

♪ When the pool of tears beneath my feet ♪

♪ Flood every newborn seed ♪

♪ There's a dyin' voice within me ♪

♪ Reachin' out somewhere ♪

♪ Toiling in the danger ♪

♪ And the morals of despair... ♪

Mind your own business.

♪ Don't have the inclination ♪

♪ To look back on any mistake ♪

♪ Well, I cannot now behold this chain of events ♪

♪ That I must break ♪

♪ In the fury of the moment ♪

♪ I can see the master's hand ♪

♪ In every leaf that trembles ♪

♪ In every grain of sand ♪

Ow.

♪ Oh, the flowers of indulgence ♪

♪ Are the weeds of yesteryear ♪

♪ Like criminals, they have choked the breath ♪

♪ Of conscience and good cheer ♪

♪ Let the sun beat down upon the steps ♪

♪ A time to light the way ♪

♪ To ease the pain of idleness ♪

♪ And the memory of decay ♪

♪ I gaze into the doorway ♪

♪ Of temptation's angry flame ♪

♪ And every time I pass that way ♪

♪ I always hear my name ♪

♪ Then onward in my journey ♪

♪ I come to understand ♪

♪ That every hair is numbered ♪

♪ Like every grain of sand ♪

Wahoo!

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I have gone from rags to riches ♪

♪ In the sorrow of the night ♪

♪ In the violence of a summer's dream ♪

♪ In the chill of a wintry light ♪

♪ In the bitter dance of loneliness ♪

♪ Fading into space ♪

♪ In the broken mirror of innocence ♪

♪ On each forgotten face ♪

♪ I hear the ancient footsteps ♪

♪ Like the motion of the sea ♪

♪ Sometimes I turn, there's someone there ♪

♪ Other times, it's only me ♪

♪ I am hanging in the balance ♪

♪ Of the reality of man ♪

♪ Like every sparrow falling ♪

♪ Like every grain of sand ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪