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♪ Yeah

♪ I've never been to Graceland

♪ Never took that trip

♪ Because I'd rather think of Elvis as a crazy Memphis kid

♪ Yeah, I never flew to Vegas

♪ Except once on a plane

♪ Never left the airport

♪ Ain't going back again

♪ Yes, I've never been to Graceland... ♪

In "Jailhouse Rock", he was everything rockabilly is about.

I mean, he is rockabilly.

Mean, surly, nasty, rude.

In that movie, he couldn't give a fuck about nothing.

Except rocking and rolling, living fast, dying young

and leaving a good-looking corpse, you know?

I watch that hillbilly and I wanna be him so bad.

Elvis looked good.

Hey, I ain't no fag. But Elvis was prettier than most women.

You know? Most women.

You know, I always said, if I had to fuck a guy, I mean, had to...

if my life depended on it...

I'd fuck Elvis.

I'd fuck Elvis.

- Really? - Well, when he was alive, not now.

I don't blame you.

So, we'd both fuck Elvis.

It's nice to meet people with common interests, ain't it?

Well, enough about the King. How about you?

How about me what?

How about you go to the movies with me tonight?

What are we gonna see?

A Sonny Chiba triple feature.

"The Street Fighter", "Return of the Street Fighter",

and "Sister Street Fighter".

Who's Sonny Chiba?

Who's Sonny Chiba?

Well, he is, bar none, the finest actor working in martial arts movies today.

You wanna take me to a kung fu movie?

Three kung fu movies.

I don't think so.

Not really my cup of tea.

All right.

'I had to come all the way from the highways and byways

'of Tallahassee, Florida,

'to Motor City, Detroit, to find my true love.

'If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed

'that true romance and Detroit would ever go together.

'And to this day, the events that followed all seem like a distant dream.

'But the dream was real

'and was to change our lives forever.'

'I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing

'and everything seemed so shitty.

'And he'd say,

“That's the way it goes. But don't forget...

"'It goes the other way too."

'That's the way romance is.

'Usually that's the way it goes.

'But every once in a while, it goes the other way too.'

'My heart beats and there's time.'

'Don't move, Junjo.

'You'll be unconscious soon through lack of oxygen. It's an ancient technique.'

'An... oxygen... coma.'

- Look what happened! God, I'm so sorry. - That's OK.

- Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, Jesus, I am the clumsiest person in the world.

That's all right. Accidents happen.

What a wonderful philosophy. Thanks for being such a sweetheart.

Cos you could've been a real dick.

- 'Come on! Ready?' - 'Yes.'

'Larry, where are we going?'

'Look, we don't know what's going to be coming next.'

- 'You mean, you're scared?' - 'Hey, laundromat clothes!'

You mind if I smoke?

No.

Listen, do you mind filling me in on what I missed?

No, no.

See this, that guy up there? It's Sonny Chiba.

- The Oriental? - Yeah, the one in black.

You want a Goober?

Uh, no. See, in the beginning of the movie he was hired to get this guy.

You've got popcorn all over you.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Is he supposed to be a good guy?

Well, he ain't so much a good guy as he's just a bad motherfucker.

He gets paid by people to fuck guys up, you know.

Whoo! Woo!

You took a cab to see three kung fu movies?

Sure, why not?

Nothing, nothing. You're a girl after my own heart, that's all.

- Do you know what time it is? - It's about 12.

I suppose you've gotta get up early, huh?

No, no, not particularly. How come?

It's just after I see a movie, I like to go get a piece of pie

and talk about it, it's sort of a little tradition I have.

Do you like to get pie after you see a good movie?

Yeah, I love to get pie after a movie.

Would you like to go get some pie with me?

I'd love some pie.

♪ In my life... ♪

In that movie he couldn't give a fuck about nothing,

except rocking and rolling, living fast, dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse.

Enough about the King. How about you?

How about me what?

Well, tell me about yourself.

What do you wanna know?

Well, for starters, what do you do?

Where are you from? What's your favourite colour?

Who's your favourite movie star?

What kind of music do you like?

What are your turn-ons, your turn-offs?

I guess the big question is, do you have a fella?

OK, ask me again, one by one.

- What do you do? - I don't remember.

- Where are you from? - I don't know.

- What's your favourite colour? - I don't know. Black?

- Well, who's your favourite movie star? - Burt Reynolds.

You want a bite of my pie?

Yes, I would. A little one.

All right.

- You all right? It's good. - Mm-hm.

- You like it? - Mm-hm.

What kind of music do you like?

Phil Specter. Girl-group stuff like "He's a Rebel".

What are. Your turn-ens'?

Mickey Rourke, a man who can appreciate the finer things in life like sugar.

Elvis' voice, kung fu, pie.

Tu rn-offs?

- Turn-offs. - Mm-hm.

Persians.

Do you have a fella?

Ask me that one a little bit later.

In a theatre full of empty seats, why did you sit by me?

Cos you looked like a nice guy.

So I had to dump my popcorn all over you.

I'll get the check. Where to next?

Can I peek?

No, don't peek. Keep your eyes shut, all right?

All right, I'm turning the lights on. OK, open 'em!

Oh, wow!

Wow, what a swell place to work!

Yeah, it is pretty cool. I got the keys,

so I just come in, you know, read comics, play music.

- You worked here a long time? - Almost four years.

That's a long time.

Yeah, I know, but it's not so bad. I mean, I'm pretty friendly

with most of the customers, so I just hang out, you know,

bullshit, read comic books.

You get paid a lot?

No, that's where the trouble comes into paradise.

But the boss, he's a pretty nice guy, he lets you borrow money

from time to time, if you need it.

You wanna see what "Spider-Man" #1 looks like?

You bet.

Just great stories, great characters, beautiful artwork.

See, in this one here, Nick, he's gotten this ring

for his sweetheart and he wears it around his neck on a chain.

And later on in the story, he gets in this fight with some Nazi bastard.

And the Kraut, he grabs hold of the chain.

Well, the ring goes overboard.

Nick, he dives into the ocean to get it.

Isn't that cool?

♪ ...or haven't you heard?

♪ I guess we're just two wounded birds

♪ Now you're here and we're alone

♪ We still don't know what it takes

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ We want to feel love

♪ We want, we want to feel it

♪ But we're just so scared

♪ Alone we've got nothing, or haven't you heard?

♪ I guess we're just two wounded birds

♪ Oh, we want to say it and can't find the words

♪ I guess we're just two wounded birds

♪ I get so high... ♪

What is it? You're crying? What did I do? Did I do something?

- You didn't do nothing. - What is it?

I have something I gotta tell you.

I didn't just happen to be at that theatre. I was paid to be there.

If you were paid to be there, what are you? A theatre checker?

You get paid to check up on the box-office girls?

Make sure they're not ripping the place off?

I'm not a theatre checker. I'm a call girl.

You're a whore?

No, I'm a call girl, and there's a difference, you know!

OK, here it goes. You know the place you took me to last night?

The place you work.

- Heroes for Sale? - You got a boss, right?

- Yeah. - OK, what's his name?

Lance.

That's him. He called the place where I work.

He ordered a girl for you. He said he wanted you to get laid.

Said you didn't get out much, and it was your birthday and all.

He wanted me to act like I just showed up.

Now, how did he know you were gonna be at that theatre?

Well, I go to the movies every year on my birthday.

In fact, he called me up this week to find out

what my birthday movie was gonna be.

You're not mad?

No, man. I can't tell you, that was one of the best times I ever had.

It was. You know, I knew something must be rotten in Denmark.

There's no way you could like me that much.

I can't tell you how relieved I was,

when you took off your dress, you didn't have a dick.

Stop being so fucking calm about all this!

Go look in your house. There's a note on your TV.

And all it says is, "Dear Clarence," because I couldn't write any more.

So I just said, "Alabama, come clean."

And just tell him what's what, and if he tells you

to go back to Drexl and fuck yourself, then go back to Drexl and fuck yourself.

Drexl? What's a Drexl?

Please shut up! I'm trying to come clean, OK?

I've been a call girl for exactly four days, and you're my third customer.

I want you to know that I am not damaged goods.

I'm not what they call in Florida "white trash"!

I'm a really good person.

And when it comes to relationships, I am 100 percent...

I'm 100 percent monogamous.

You stay with one guy?

Exactly. If I'm with you, then I'm with you.

And I don't want anybody else.

Now I gotta tell you something else.

When you said last night was one of the best times you ever had,

did you mean physically?

Well... yeah, yeah. But I'm talking about the whole night.

I mean, I never had as much fun with a girl as I had with you my whole life.

It's true, you like Elvis, you like Janis,

you like kung fu movies, you like "The Partridge Family"!

Actually, I don't like "The Partridge Family".

That was part of the act.

Clarence...

And I feel really goofy saying this

after only knowing you one night, and me being a call girl and all.

But I think I love you.

Wait a second.

Look, I've been trying to keep this whole thing in perspective.

You just said you loved me.

Now, if I say I love you, and just throw caution to the wind

and let the chips fall where they may

and you're lying to me, I'm gonna fucking die.

I'm not lying to you.

And I swear from this moment forth, I'll never lie to you again.

- Well, hello, Mrs Worley. - How do you do, Mr Worley?

- Top of the morning to you, Mrs Worley. - The bottom of the night, Mr Worley.

By the way, have you seen your lovely little wife today?

Are you speaking of my beautiful, charming, sexy wife, Mrs Alabama Worley?

- Why, are there any others, Mr Worley? - No, not for me, no.

- No. No. - Yes, yes.

Excuse me. Do you think you could turn down the heat just a teeny bit?

Bama, I gotta ask you a question. Who and what is a Drexl?

- Shh! - Huh?

- He was my pimp. - You had a pimp?

I was a call girl.

Call girls have pimps.

Was he black?

He thinks he is. He said his mama was an Apache, but I suspect that he's lying.

Is he nice?

I wouldn't go so far as to say that. He treated me pretty decent.

I was only there for four days. He got a little bit rough the other day.

- What do you mean? With you? - No, with my friend Arlene.

What did he do to Arlene?

Slapped her around a little bit. Kicked her in the stomach.

- It was pretty scary. - This motherfucker sounds beautiful.

What did you do to end up with a son of a bitch like that?

What you motherfuckers talking about?

Floyd say he don't be eating pussy.

Drexl... shit, any nigger says he don't eat pussy's lying his ass off.

I heard that.

Hold on a second. Big D, you saying

you eat pussy?

Yeah, motherfucker, I eat everything. I eat the pussy, I eat the butt.

I eat every motherfucking thing.

If I ever did eat some pussy... I would never eat any pussy, right?

But if I did eat some pussy,

I sure as hell wouldn't tell no-goddamn-body about it.

I'd be ashamed as a motherfucker, man.

Shit, nigger, you smoke enough sherm,

your dumb ass will do a lot of motherfucking things.

You'd be up in there sucking niggers' dicks!

Yo, man, fuck you guys, man! You guys are fucked up, all right?

Hey, yo. Yo. Wait a second. We're just fucking with you.

Huh?

In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration.

Toss me the burner.

All right, peep this.

Pretend it's that fine, centrefold bitch.

You know what I'm saying? And you're you...

- Honey, where you going? - Bathroom.

♪ Well, I'm so lonely

♪ I get so lonely, I could die ♪

- Well, can you live with it? - What?

- I said can you live with it? - Live with what?

That son of a bitch walking around breathing the same air as you.

Getting away with it every day.

- Are you haunted? - Yeah.

You wanna get un-haunted?

- Oh, yeah. - Well, I'd kill him.

Shoot him in the face, put him down like a dog.

I can't believe what you're telling me.

I'm not saying nothing. I'm just saying what I'd do.

You'd do that?

The fuck don't deserve to live.

Look, he's haunting me, you know.

I do wanna kill him, but I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in jail.

Hey, man, I don't blame you.

- If I thought I'd get away with it... - Get away with it?

Killing's the hard part. Getting away with it, that's easy.

You think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp?

Listen. Every pimp in the world could get shot.

Two in the back of the fucking head. Cops would throw a party, man.

As long as you're not at the scene of the crime

with a smoking gun in your hand,

you'll get away with it.

Clarence, I like you.

Always have, always will.

Bama...

Where you going?

I need you to write down your former address.

Why?

Well, so I can go over there and pick up your stuff, that's why.

Oh, baby, come on, Clarence. I just wanna disappear from there.

Look, Bama, I know he scares the shit outta you,

but I am not scared of that motherfucker.

You are completely out of his reach. He poses absolutely no threat to you.

If he doesn't matter, which he doesn't,

then it just seems silly to lose all your things now, that's all.

Shh! Listen.

You don't know him.

No, you don't know me. Not when it comes to shit like this.

I need to do this.

I want you to know that you can count on me to protect you.

Come on, please just write it down.

This isn't a good idea.

I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine. I'll be in and out of there.

- Be careful. - I will.

- I love you. - I love you too.

Do you want something?

- Yeah, you Drexl? - No, man, I'm Marty.

Well, I wanna talk to Drexl.

Well, what the fuck you wanna talk to him about?

It's about Alabama.

He was asking about Alabama.

- Where the fuck is that bitch? - She's with me.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm her husband.

Well, that makes us practically related.

Have a seat, boy. You have yourself an egg roll.

We got everything here from a diddle-eyed Joe to damned if I know.

No, thanks.

No, thanks? What that mean?

I think you're too scared to be eating.

Now, see...

We're sitting down here, ready to negotiate.

And you've already given up your shit.

I'm still a mystery to you.

But I know exactly where your white ass is coming from.

See, if I ask if you want some dinner

and you grab an egg roll and start to chow down,

I say to myself, "This motherfucker, he's carrying on like he ain't got"

"a care in the world." And who knows? Maybe he don't.

Maybe this fool is such a bad motherfucker, he don't got to worry about nothing.

He just sit down, watch my motherfucking TV.

See?

You ain't even sat down yet.

And on that TV over there, since you've been in the room,

there's a woman with her breasts just hanging out.

You ain't even bothered to look.

You just been clocking me.

Now, I know I'm pretty. But I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties.

Ooh-ee! This child be fierce.

I'm not eating because I'm not hungry.

I'm not sitting because I'm not staying.

I ain't looking at the movie because I already seen it seven years ago.

It's "The Mack".

Max Julian, Carol Speed and Richard Pryor.

I ain't scared of you, I just don't like you.

And that envelope right there, it's some pay-off money.

Alabama's moving on to some greener pastures.

We're not negotiating, I don't like to barter.

What's in the envelope right there is for my peace of mind.

My peace of mind is worth that much. Not one penny more.

It's empty-

Marty, you know what we got here? A motherfucking Charlie Bronson.

Mr Majestyk?

Lookie here... Charlie.

None of this bullshit is necessary. I don't got no hold over Alabama.

I was just trying to lend a girl a helping hand.

You wanna fuck with me?

Come here, mutha!

Now, you see what you get when you fuck with me, white boy!

Look at this! Making fun of my motherfucking peeps?

Shit! You motherfucker! Your ass fucking crazy!

You must've thought it was white-boy day.

It ain't white-boy day, is it?

No, man, it ain't white-boy day.

Shit, man, you done fucked up again.

Well, well, well.

Lookie what we got here.

Clarence Worley?

It sounds almost like a nigger name.

And I know where you live.

4900, 160th Street. Apartment 48.

And I'd make a million-dollar bet that Alabama is at the same address.

Marty, take the car, go get her. Bring her dumb ass back here.

I think I'll keep lover boy here entertained.

Roxanne, where's my jacket?

Hey, Roxanne!

Hey, Marty! What the fuck are you doing?

- I can't find my jacket! - Go look in the fucking hamper.

You! Get a bag and put Alabama's things in it.

You wanna get fucking shot? Get a bag and put Alabama's things in it!

I just did you the biggest fucking favour of your life!

Open your eyes.

I said, open your fucking eyes!

You thought it was pretty fucking funny, didn't you?

Fuck you! Fuck you, you piece of shit!

Don't fucking move!

'I was selfish. I know I was selfish. I was, but...

'I was carrying your child, babe.'

I killed him.

Want a hamburger or something? I'm fucking starving to death.

Is this a joke?

No joke.

Hmm! That's the best goddamn fucking hamburger I ever had in my entire life.

I've never had a hamburger taste this good.

Come on, eat something, you'll feel better.

What the fuck you crying for, huh?

I mean, Christ, he's not worth one of your tears.

Would you rather it have been me? Is that it?

Huh? Is that what you want? I mean, do you love him?

Do you love him?

I said, do you fucking love him? Huh?

- I think what you did was... - What?

- I think what you did... - What?

Was so romantic.

Oh, baby, you're bleeding.

I got your things right here.

Clean clothes?

- I love you. - I love you. There is a God.

These aren't my clothes.

Rommel, where are you? Come here. Come on, boy.

Get in here. Get in here now.

Get in here. Go on!

Morning, Daddy.

Hey, Rommel. Long time no see, huh?

Oh, yeah, good boy.

Now, you're gonna have to excuse the place.

I haven't been exactly doing a lot of entertainment of company as of late.

I'm sorry if I seem a little tense,

but you're the last person in the world that I expected to see this morning.

Well, that's OK, Daddy, I tend to have that effect on people.

You got anything to drink around here? I'm dying of thirst.

Now, there should be... There should be a 7UP in there.

Anything stronger? Probably not.

Beer. You can drink beer, can't you?

I can, but I don't.

That's about all I ever eat.

Excuse me.

Hello, hello, hello.

I'm his father.

Well, that's all right. I'm his wife, Alabama Worley. Pleased to meet you.

We got married.

Lover, why don't you be a sport and go get us some beer?

You want some beer?

I mean, if you want some, it'll be here. All right?

Where is there a liquor store around here?

There is a party store down 54th Street.

Get a six-pack of something imported.

Hard to tell you what to get, cos different places have different things.

- Here, that should cover it, okey-dokey? - Okey-dokey, doggy daddy.

Ain't she the sweetest goddamn thing you ever saw in your whole life?

I mean, is she a four-alarm fire, or what?

She seems very nice.

Nice? Daddy, nice ain't the word. This girl, she's a peach.

You know, she even tastes like a peach.

You can tell I'm in love with her, can't you?

No, wait. I gotta talk.

Clarence... Sit down. Shut up.

You give me a fucking headache.

I mean, you are so much like your mother, I can't believe it.

You're your fucking mother through and through.

I haven't heard from you in three years.

You show up all of a sudden, at eight o'clock in the morning,

you walk in here like a goddamned bulldozer.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love you, I'm glad to see you.

But slow it down, man.

All right?

Now...

When did you get married?

Well, Daddy, er...

I'm in big fucking trouble. I just... I really need your help.

No, no, stop talking!

- What do you want from me? - What?

What do you want from me? Stop acting like an infant!

You're out here because you want me to help you in some way.

What do you need from me? You need money?

No. You still have friends on the force?

Yes, I still have friends on the force.

Could you just find out if they know anything about us?

I don't think they know shit. But I don't wanna think, I wanna know for sure.

You can do that, right?

- What makes you think that I could do that? - Cos you were a cop.

But what makes you think that I would do that?

Because I'm your son.

Oh, you're my son.

Oh, you got it all worked out, don't you? Huh? Oh, yeah.

Look. I mean, goddamn, I've never asked you for a goddamn thing, huh?

But Jesus fucking Christ! After Mom divorced you,

did I ever ask you for anything? No. I didn't.

And when I wouldn't see you for a year-and-a-half to two years,

did I ever get in your shit about it?

In that whole fucking time you were a drunk, did I ever get mad

and point my finger at you? No! I never did. Everybody else did, but I didn't.

Now look, I just need help, and you can fucking help me. All right?

Now, I'm basically a pretty resourceful guy. If I didn't really need it, I wouldn't ask.

I mean, if you want to say no, then fine.

Forget it, don't worry about it. No problem, I'm gone, all right?

The forager's back!

Thank God. I could eat a horse, if you slap enough ketchup on it.

- I didn't get you any chicken. - Well, how come?

Honey, it's too early in the morning. It's only nine o'clock.

Son of a bitch.

Dick Ritchie? Dick Ritchie!

That's me, I'm me.

- Come inside. - OK.

Sit. Sit, Sit, Sit.

Now, the part you will be reading for is one of the bad guys.

- There's Brian and Marty. - Who?

- Is there a problem? - No, no.

Peter Breck has already been cast in the part of Brian.

So, you'll be reading for the role of Marty.

In this scene, you're both in a car, and Bill Shatner is hanging on the hood.

What you want to do is get him off.

All right, I'm Marty.

- Ready? - Yeah.

OK.

I'm driving. OK.

Where the fuck did he come from?

I don't know, he just appeared like magic.

Well, don't just sit there, shoot him!

- Get him! - Thank you, Mr Ritchie.

I'm very impressed. You're a very fine actor.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- We'll let you know. - OK.

- OK, one-handed. - One hand.

Oh! Slipped in the other one there. Here comes the train.

Well, they found nothing. In fact, they think it's drug related.

Drug related? Why drug related?

Well, apparently Drexl had his big toe stuck in that shit.

Really?

Drexl had an association with a fellow named Blue Lou Boyle.

- Name mean anything to you? - No.

Well, if you don't hang around his circle, no reason it should.

Why? Who is he?

Gangster, drug dealer. Somebody that you don't want on your ass.

Now look, Clarence, the more I hear about this Drexl fucker,

the more I think you did the right thing.

This guy wasn't just some wild flake.

No, man, that's what I was trying to tell you before.

The guy was like a mad dog.

So, the cops, they don't think... They're not after us.

No. Until they hear something better,

they'll just assume Drexl had a falling out with Blue Lou.

And once you leave town, I wouldn't even worry about it.

Thanks, thanks a lot, Daddy. You really came through for me.

- I got some money I could give you. - No, keep it. Keep it.

Well, now, son...

I want you to know that, er...

I hope everything works out with you and Alabama.

I like her.

And I think you make a real cute couple.

Yeah, well, you stay out of trouble. Hmm?

You got a, er... You got a wife to think about now.

Quit fucking around.

Son...

I love you.

- All right. - All right.

This is my friend Dick Ritchie's number and address in Hollywood,

that's where we're gonna be.

You can get in touch with me through him. All right.

Come on, Alabama. We're taking off. Kiss Pops goodbye.

Bye, Daddy. Hope to see you again soon.

Hey, hey! What kind of daughterly smackeroo is that?

I'll send you a postcard from Hollywood, all right?

- Now, Bama... Bama. - Yes, sir?

Take care of that one for me.

Don't worry, Daddy. I'm gonna keep this fella on a short leash.

As the sun sets slowly in the west, we bid you a fine farewell.

Bye, Daddy!

Son of a bitch was right. She tastes like a peach.

Come on, Rommel. Come on, boy, come on, come on!

Go on in there. Come on!

- Hello? - ♪ Hello, baby! ♪

- Clarence? - You got it!

Clarence, it's great to hear from you. What's going on?

Well, you are gonna be seeing me shortly.

- You're coming to LA! When? - Uh, tomorrow.

There's a story behind all that. I'll tell you when I see you.

And by the way, I ain't gonna be alone, I'm bringing my lovely wife.

Get the fuck outta here! Clarence, you got married?

I'm a married man, buddy.

A married man! You wanna say "hello" to my better half?

- Come here. - Hi, Dick. This is Alabama Worley.

Hi, how you doing, Alabama Worley?

Hi. Clarence told me all about you. He said you were his best friend.

So, I guess that makes you my best friend too.

- Tell him we gotta go. - Clarence says we gotta go.

Wait, can I speak to Clarence, please?

- Ask him if he got the letter. - Did you get the letter?

- What letter? - What letter?

- The letter I sent. - The letter he sent.

- I didn't get any letter. - Has he gotten his mail yet?

- Have you gotten your mail yet? - Well, no, my roommate Floyd...

- Has he looked through it? - Have you looked through it?

No.

- Tell him to go look through it. - Go and look through it.

Wait, wait, wait. Can I speak to Clarence, please?

He wants to talk to you.

No time. Tell him we gotta go. Tell him, read the letter.

Read the letter.

Tell him I love him and tell him as of tomorrow...

Honey, hold this.

- Tell him as of tomorrow... - As of tomorrow...

al of your money problems are gonna be over.

Hello? What money problems?

Bye-bye.

Hello? Hello?

Floyd! Floyd, you used up the last piece of toilet paper!

Hey! Hey! Rommel!

Hey, come here! Rommel! Rommel!

Frankie, tell Luca to go outside and do you know what.

Do you know who I am, Mr Worley?

I give up. Who are you?

The Antichrist. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood.

You tell the angels in heaven

you never seen evil so singularly personified

as you did in the face of the man who killed you.

My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr Blue Lou Boyle.

The man your son stole from.

I hear you were once a cop, so I can assume you've heard of us before.

- Am I correct? - I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.

I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up

the "how full of shit am ?" question you've been asking yourself.

We're gonna have a little Q&A.

And at the risk of sounding redundant, please make your answers genuine.

- You want a Chesterfield? - No.

I have a son of my own, about your boy's age.

I can imagine how painful this must be for you.

But Clarence and that bitch-whore girlfriend of his

brought this all on themselves.

I implore you not to go down that road with them.

You could always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.

Look, I'd like to help you if I could, but I haven't seen Clarence.

You see that?

That smarts, doesn't it? To get slammed in the nose.

Fucks you all up. You get the pain shooting through your brain.

Your eyes fill up with water.

That ain't any kind of fun.

But what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get.

And it won't ever get that good again.

We talked to your neighbours. They saw a Cadillac.

Purple Cadillac.

Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday.

Mr Worley... have you seen your son?

I've seen him.

I can't be sure of how much he told you, so, in the chance you're in the dark

about some of this, let me shed some light.

That whore your boy hangs around with,

her pimp is an associate of mine.

Along with his pimping and other affairs,

he works for me in a courier capacity. Well, apparently...

that dirty little whore found out we were gonna do some business,

because your son, the cowboy, and his flame, came into the room blazing

and didn't stop until they were pretty sure everybody was dead.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics.

Hightailed it out of there. Would have got away with it.

But your son, fuckhead that he is,

left his driver's licence in the dead guy's hand.

- You know, I don't believe you. - That's of minor importance.

What is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.

Where'd they go?

On their honeymoon.

I'm getting angry asking the same question a second time.

- Where did they go? - They didn't tell me.

Now, you just wait a minute and listen to me.

I haven't seen Clarence in three years.

He shows up yesterday with a young girl, saying that he got married.

He asked for, er... some quick cash to go on a honeymoon.

He asked me if he could borrow $500.

I felt like helping him, so I wrote him out a cheque.

We went to breakfast in the morning.

And that's the last I saw of him.

So help me God.

They never thought to tell me where they were going.

And I never thought to ask.

You know...

Sicilians are great liars.

The best in the world.

I'm Sicilian.

My father was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars.

From growing up with him, I learned the pantomime.

There are 17 different things a guy can do when he lies

to give himself away, a guy's got 17 pantomimes.

Woman's got 20. Guy has got 17.

If you know them, like you know your own face,

they'd beat lie detectors all to hell.

What we got here is a little game of show-and-tell.

And you don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.

I know you know where they are, so tell me,

before I do some damage you won't walk away from.

Could I have one of those Chesterfields now?

Sure.

You got a match? No, wait. No, no, don't bother, I got one.

- You're Sicilian, huh? - Yeah, Sicilian.

You know...

read a lot.

Especially things about history.

I find that shit fascinating.

Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not.

Sicilians were spawned by niggers.

Come again?

It's a fact. Yeah.

You see... Sicilians have black blood pumping through their hearts.

And if you don't believe me, you can look it up.

Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see,

the Moors conquered Sicily, and the Moors are niggers.

- Yes. - So you see, way back then,

Sicilians were like wops from northern Italy.

They all had blond hair and blue eyes. But, well...

Then the Moors moved in there

and well, they changed the whole country.

They did so much fucking with Sicilian women, huh,

that they changed the whole blood line forever.

That is why blond hair and blue eyes

became black hair and dark skin.

You know, it's absolutely amazing to me...

to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that...

that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene.

Now, this...

No, I'm quoting history.

It's written, it's a fact. It's written.

I love this guy.

Your ancestors are niggers.

Hey!

And your great, great, great, great-grandmother fucked a nigger.

Yeah. And she had a half-nigger kid.

Now... if that's a fact, tell me:

Am I lying?

Cos you...

You're part eggplant.

Hey, hey, hey!

You're a cantaloupe.

That was beautiful.

Let me see that.

I haven't killed anybody...

since 1984.

Go to this comedian's son's apartment.

Come back with something that tells me where that asshole went.

So I can wipe this egg off my face.

Fix this fucked-up family for good.

Hey, boss.

Get ready to be happy.

'Morning, everybody. It's 6:22 here in LA. I'm David Perry at KBLU.'

Hello? Hi.

Morning!

Floyd!

Floyd, can't you answer the door, at least, for me?

Oh, man, I didn't even hear it.

Hello?

You can't help me out every now and then?

Yes.

- Did you call for a date? - Huh?

I knew it was you!

How you doing, man?

Dick, this is Alabama. Alabama, this is Dick.

- Nice to meet you! - Hi, I'm Alabama.

- Clarence, you look good! - This is a great place, this is nice.

Come on, I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat. Who's this?

- This is Floyd. - Floyd, all right. Come on!

Hey, Floyd. Watch yourself. Be careful.

Hey-

Hey, hey. I didn't tell you guys yet?

I had this really, really good audition for "TJ Hooker" the other day.

- You're gomg to be on “TA Hooker“? - Yeah, 'We the new “TA Hooker“.

- Knock on wood. - You get to meet Captain Kirk?

Well, you don't get to meet him in the audition,

but if I get the part, hope, hope...

- That would be amazing. - It would be cool.

Meeting Captain Kirk, that would be cool.

Here we are.

The honeymoon suite.

You're really in love, aren't you?

For the very first time in my life. Know what that's like?

No.

- Nah. - Shut the fuck up.

What are you doing in LA anyway, huh?

Holy Mary, mother of God. This shit can't be real.

- It'll get you high. - What?

- I said, it'll get you high. - Hey, we got cable.

- You want some wine, sweetheart? - Just a little bit, Not much of a wine gal.

That is fucking real.

- This is fucking real, Clarence. - I certainly hope so.

You've got a hell of a lot of cocaine here, man.

I know.

Do you realise how much fucking coke you have here?

No, tell me.

I don't know, but it's a fucking lot!

This is Drex 's coke?

No, Drex 's dead, you see. It's Clarence's coke.

And Clarence, he can do whatever he wants with it.

What Clarence wants to do is to sell it.

Then me and Bama'

jump on a jet plane and spend the rest of our lives spending.

So you got my letter? You lined up buyers for me?

Listen, Clarence, I'm not Joe Cocaine, OK?

You're an actor, I hear these Hollywood guys

get it delivered to the set all the time.

Well, they do. All right? They do.

And maybe one day, when I start being a successful actor,

I'll be like one of those guys, but until that day, I ain't got nothing. All right?

I don't have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out.

All I got is fucking Floyd.

If you want me to help you sell a little bit at a time, that's all I can do.

No, no, no. None of that little-bit-at-a-time shit.

It's gotta be the whole enchilada in one shot, that's the way it's gotta be.

Clarence, do you have any idea how difficult that's gonna be?

What the fuck you are talking about?

I'm offering half-a-million dollars worth of white for 200 grand.

- You're telling me that's difficult? - Very difficult!

That's very difficult, do you understand? Listen to me.

It's difficult because you're selling to a particular group,

you understand what I'm talking about?

Fat cats, big shots. Guys who can afford $200,000.

Guys who can use a whole fucking suitcase full of cocaine.

Basically, Clarence, guys I don't know.

And guys you don't know. And more importantly, they don't know you.

Come on, Dick.

OK, Clarence. Listen.

There's one guy that I know that could help you out, Clarence,

but I'm not guaranteeing you anything.

- Is he big-league? - No. He's not big-league. OK?

But he works as an assistant to a very big movie producer named Lee Donowitz.

Lee Donowitz could afford and can use $200,000 worth of coke.

Being that's what you have.

All right, so what did you tell him?

What the fuck do you expect me to tell him, huh?

I mean, I didn't know what was bullshit and what wasn't.

And besides, Floyd smoked the second page of the letter. OK?

- What's this acting-class guy's name? - Elliot.

Elliot what?

Elliot Blitzer.

OK. We'll get him on the phone and we'll arrange a meeting

so we can get through all this getting-to-know-you stuff, all right?

- Where? - Where should we meet?

- Roller-coaster. - Roller-coasters.

So, you got $500,000 worth of cola that you are unloading for $200,000..

You want an animal cracker?

Um, thanks.

- Wait, save the gorillas. - Gorillas...

I won't. Thanks.

So, you got... $500,000 worth of cola

that you're unloading for $200,000.

"Unloading." That's a hell of a way to describe the bargain of a lifetime.

- Where did you get it? - Where did I get it?

I grow it on my windowsill. See, the light's really good up there.

I'm up high enough off the street, so you can't see it. It works perfectly.

Yeah.

Where...? Really, where does it come from?

- Where's it come from? - Yeah.

- Coca leaves. - You're sick. I'm out of here.

- Elliot, chill out, chill out. - Come on, sit down here. All right?

We're both here, we might as well enjoy the ride. All right?

I'll tell you. OK? But you gotta promise me you'll keep it quiet.

If Dick hadn't ensured me you're good people,

I'd just tell you, none of your fucking business.

- OK, OK. - This is gonna be fun.

Let's go!

The truth of the matter is this: I got a friend in the department.

- What department? - What department?

What do you think, eight ball?

The police department?

Give the man a prize! All right, now, about a year and a half ago,

this friend of mine got access to the evidence room.

And he snagged this coke, but he's a good cop with a wife and a kid.

So he held on to it for about a year until he found a guy he could trust.

- And he trusts you? - Yeah, he trusts me.

We were in 4-H together. We've known each other since childhood.

I'm handling the sales part, he's my silent partner,

and he knows, if I get fucked up, I won't drop dime on him.

OK? Now, no further, you understand.

All right, he's kind of paranoid, I didn't tell you nothing.

- You didn't hear nothing. - I didn't hear nothing!

All right! Here we go!

Ride it out, baby!

Yeah!

We're going in for another one! Hang on, Elliot! Whoo!

Oh, yeah, we got this puppy. This was a good idea.

Elliot looks a little green.

Elliot, do I look like a beautiful blond with big tits and an ass

that tastes like French-vanilla ice cream?

What?

I said, do I look like a beautiful blond with big tits and an ass

that tastes like French-vanilla ice cream?

No.

No. OK, then why are you telling me all this bullshit, huh?

- What, do you wanna fuck me? - Clarence. He's sick, man.

Let me handle this, all right?

You know what? Just get it straight. Lee is not into taking risks, OK?

He's got a couple of guys, he's been dealing with them for years.

They're reliable, they're dependable, and they're safe.

Riddle me this, Batman.

If you're all so much in love with each other, what are you doing here?

I'm sure you've got better things to do with your time

than hang around upside-down on a roller-coaster all day.

Your guy is interested because with that much shit at his fingertips

he could play Joe-fucking-Hollywood till the wheels come off.

He can sell it, he can snort it,

he can play Santa Claus with it, as far as I'm concerned.

At the price he's paying, he can afford to just throw it around.

He's gonna be everybody's best friend, all right?

I'm not putting him down, here.

It's his money, let him do whatever the hell he wants.

But don't expect me and my friends to hang around forever

waiting for you guys to grow some guts, all right?

Oh, Jesus!

- Yeah, hello? - Hi, Lee.

Elliot, it's Sunday. Can you tell me why I'm talking to you on Sunday?

I don't see enough of you all week, I gotta talk to you on Sunday, too?

I-I-I'm with that party that you wanted me to get together with, Lee.

- You know who I'm talking about? - I don't believe this, Elliot.

Why the hell are you talking to me on my phone about that?

Well, because I'm standing with the guy, and he insists on talking to you.

What, are you out of your fucking mind?

He said that if I didn't get you on the phone, that he wouldn't wanna do...

Hello, Lee, it's Clarence. At last, we speak.

Now, first of all, Lee, I wanna tell you I'm a real big fan of yours.

That's why I wanna open "Dr Zhivago" in LA.

And I need you and your abilities to distribute it.

Uh, Clarence, uh...

I dunno, Clarence. "Dr Zhivago" is a pretty big movie, you know.

The biggest. The biggest movie you've ever dealt with, Lee.

We're talking a lot of film, here.

A man would have to be an idiot not to be a little cautious about a movie like that.

And, Lee, you are no idiot.

No, no, no. I'm not saying I'm not interested, Clarence.

It's just that being a distributor is not what I'm all about.

I'm a movie producer, you know?

I'm on this earth to make good movies, nothing more...

and nothing, well, maybe less sometimes.

Hey! Choose a fucking lane!

No, not you, just some idiot who... Don't give me the finger!

I'll fucking have you killed!

'So, bottom line is I'm not Paramount. You know what I'm saying?'

I got a select few distributors I deal with.

I buy their little movies and I accomplish what I wanna accomplish,

and get the fuck outta there, very business-like and very easy,

and very little risk, Clarence.

Lee, we're talking "Dr Zhivago".

This'

be packing them in for a year and a half.

Two years you're not gonna have to deal with anybody else's movie but mine.

Nobody's but yours? Well, what's the rush here?

I just want to be able to announce this deal at Cannes, all right?

If I had time for a courtship, Lee, I would.

I'd take you out, I'd hold your hand, I'd kiss your cheek at the door.

But I'm not in that position, I need to know right now

if you and I are in bed together or not.

If you want my movie, Lee, you're gonna have to come to terms

with your fear and desire.

Uh-huh... Fear and desire, huh, Clarence?

'Don't you know that my films have grossed more than 2.8 billion, Clarence?

'Let me talk to Elliot.'

- You wanna talk to Elliot? - 'Let me talk to Elliot.'

Elliot. He wants to talk to you.

- Hi, Lee. - Elliot, where do you know this guy from?

He's a friend of Dick's, remember?

'Who the fuck is Dick?'

- You want me to suck his dick? - 'No. Who the fuck is Dick?'

Oh, who the fuck is Dick? Dick is my friend.

- He's in my acting class. - You told him I'm an actor?

Is he any good? Is he talented? Really?

- How does Dick know this guy? - They grew up together.

OK, er... Wednesday at the hotel. Three o'clock.

Bring the whole fucking cast, all right?

Elliot, don't call me here anymore, especially not on Sunday, all right?

- What did he say? - OK, hold on... Shut up for a second!

Hey, you guys. This is what's gonna happen.

Three o'clock, Beverly Ambassador, he wants to see everybody. OK?

And he'll talk to you. If after talking to you he likes you,

wants to deal with you, he'll deal with you.

If he doesn't, he'll say, "Fuck you," and he'll walk out of the room.

- Did you tell him I was...? - Shut up for a second.

And he wants a sample bag.

- No problem on all counts. - Great.

Did you tell him I was an actor?

Yes, I told him.

- You told him I was good? - Yeah, I lied.

- Hi. - How are you doing?

Oh, pretty good.

- You Dick? Dick Ritchie? - No.

No, he's not here right now.

- You live here? - Yes, I do.

You're sort of roommates?

Exactly roommates.

Maybe you can help me, I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Clarence Worley from Detroit?

He's traveling with a real pretty girl named Alabama.

Oh, yeah, man, I know 'em. They've been by here.

- You've seen them? - Mm-hm.

- They staying here? - No, they're staying at the...

Safari Motor... Motel Inn. Safari Motel.

- Safari Motel? - Yeah.

How do you know that? I mean, have you been over there?

No, they were here, and they said they were going to go there.

Then they went.

- Yeah? - Yeah, Safari Motel.

- Safari Motel. - Uh-huh.

Hey, you want to watch some TV or something? They might be back here.

No, no, thank you. Thank you, though.

OK.

- You take care, I might be back. - Yeah, man. OK, be cool.

Don't condescend me, man. I'll fucking kill you, man.

I'm so proud of you.

- Did I do my part OK? - Bamalou, you were perfect.

- Like a ninja? - Like a ninja.

I'm gonna go grab us something to eat, all right?

I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all wet and slippery and soapy.

And hop onto that waterbed and watch X-rated movies

until you get your ass back into my loving arms.

Hurry back now.

We now return to "Bullitt" already in progress.

Hi.

Hi!

- Cigarette? - No.

That's a very nice outfit.

This? I got this in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Alabama, where's our coke? And where's Clarence?

When's he coming back?

I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room. My name is Sadie.

We don't have any Coke, but there's a Pepsi machine down the hall.

I don't know anybody named Clarence, but perhaps my husband does.

You can ask him cos he'll be home in a minute. He plays football.

He's just at practice.

- Give me your hand. - OK.

You are unbelievably cute.

Thank you. Thanks.

Let me see those eyes.

What a face.

- Do me a favour. Turn around for me. - OK.

No, go the other way.

OK.

- Ooh. That hurts, don't it? - Uh-huh.

Get on your feet, sweetie. You ain't hurt that bad.

Now, where's our coke? Where's Clarence?

And when's he coming back?

OK, OK.

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

What's the matter, baby, huh?

Can't breathe?

You better get used to that.

- Hi. - Smells like hamburgers in here.

Tell me, what is the biggest, fattest hamburger you guys got?

That would be Steve's Double Chili Cheeseburger.

- Well, give me two of 'em bad boys. - Uh-huh.

Two chili fries. And two large diet cokes.

Anything else?

Come here. Look at yourself! Look! Take a good look.

You think your boyfriend would go through this shit?

If you do, you're fucking stupid. You know that?

You're a very pretty girl, Alabama, but you ain't going to be very pretty for very long.

I'm gonna ask you a fucking question, and you give me the right fucking answer!

Now... where's my coke?

Turn around. Turn around!

Answer me!

Come on.

You got a lot of heart, kid.

Now, that is a great issue. You gotten to the story on Elvis yet?

No. I hadn't.

That's probably the single best piece I've ever read on Elvis Presley

in my entire life, look at this.

Look. See, it tries to pin down what the attraction is after all these years.

It covers the whole spectrum, talks to the fans,

people who grew up with him, people who love his music.

Then, there's the fanatics. Right?

I don't know about you, but they give me the creeps.

- Yeah, yeah, I see what you mean. - I mean, look at her.

It looks like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Now, the first time you kill somebody, that's the hardest.

I don't give a shit if you're fucking Wyatt Earp or Jack the Ripper.

Remember that guy in Texas? The guy up in that fucking tower, killed all them people?

I bet you green money that first little black dot he took a bead on

that was the bitch of the bunch.

First one is tough, no fucking fooling.

The second one ain't no fucking Mardi Gras either but it's better than the first one,

cos you still feel the same thing, you know, except it's more diluted.

You know, it's better.

I threw up on the first one, you believe that?

Then the third one.

The third one is easy, you level right off.

That's no problem. Now... shit.

Now I do it just to watch their fucking expression change.

I don't fucking believe it.

Did you put it under the bed?

Uh-huh.

I can't believe it. You put it under the fucking bed?

I didn't look under the fucking bed.

I can't believe you put it under the fucking bed.

And I can't believe I didn't look under the fucking bed.

I'm getting fucking old!

Ha-ha! Journey's end, baby. Snow at the end of the rainbow.

One less thing I gotta fucking worry about.

This is it, baby. Moment of truth.

You got a lot of heart, kid, you know that?

You wanna play? Huh? Is that what you want?

You want to play with Daddy? Come on.

Come on, I'll give you one shot because I like you.

Stick it in me, baby. Come on, stick it in Daddy.

Stick it in me. Go ahead.

Come on, come on! Come on!

Oh, fuck!

Ah! Motherfucker!

All right... no more Mr Fucking-Nice-Guy.

Oh, God!

What do you think of that? Ha-ha!

What do you think about that, baby? What do you think about that?

- Wait! Wait! - What?

- What the fuck are you laughing at? - You look ridiculous!

I look fucking ridiculous? Get up! Laugh it up!

Come on, laugh it up!

You were in hysterics a minute ago, so laugh!

- You like that, don't you? - Fuck you!

Shit! Fucking cunt!

Fuck! Motherfucker! Bama, we gotta go! Jesus Christ!

Come on, darling. We gotta get the fuck out of here!

Come on.

The cops are gonna be here any fucking second!

Fuck! Fuck! Come on. Fuck.

I'm sorry. Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Get the fuck out of the way!

Oh, fuck!

- Fuck! - Ow! What?

I don't fucking believe this! Goddamn it! I knew it! I fucking knew it!

Oh, fuck, I should have my goddamn head examined for driving like this.

Look, Carla... Kandi...

- Kandi, you gotta help me. - What can I do?

- Take this. Take this. Hold this. - What are you? High? No.

- Fucking put this in your purse. - I'm not gonna put that shit in my purse.

He's not going to search you, you didn't do anything. Now just put it in your bra!

- I'm not wearing one. - Please, please, he's almost here!

- Just fucking put it in your pants! - No.

- You're the one who wanted to drive fast. - Read my lips. No!

- Asshole. - After all I did for you, you fucking whore!

Who the fuck do you think you...?

Hi.

Hey, look, dickhead. It's your bad luck that we caught you speeding.

And it's your bad luck that you had a bag of uncut cocaine.

- Not a tiny little vial. - A fucking baggy.

Hey, you got caught.

It's all fun and fucking games, till you get caught, but now we got you.

OK, Mr Elliot fucking actor, you just made the big time.

- You're no longer an extra. - Or a bit player.

- Or a supporting actor. - You're a fucking star. A fucking star!

And you'll be playing your one-man show nightly for the next two fucking years!

For a captive audience.

Listen to this. You'll get out in a few years, you'll meet some old lady.

You'll get married and you'll be so understanding to your wife's needs,

because you'll know what it feels like to be a woman.

Of course you'll only wanna fuck her in the ass

cos that pussy won't be tight enough for you anymore.

Good point, Detective. Right? Fucking faggot!

Krinkle, this is it, and it's all ours. I mean, talk about falling into something.

Would the both of you idiots shut up? I can't understand shit.

Now, what happened, what's going on? What are you talking about?

OK, all right.

Patrol car pulls a guy over for speeding, right? Suspect's covered with coke.

So they bring the suspect to me and Nicholson, and we go to work on him.

Nicholson and I.

Nicholson, what's the fucking difference? So, we go to work on the guy, right?

We know something's rotten in Denmark, cos this guy's fucking stupid,

and he's got a big bag of coke and it's uncut.

And you ain't gonna fucking believe what he's got to say.

Seems a cop from some department, we don't know which one,

he stole half a million dollars of coke from the property cage.

He'd been sitting on the shit for a year and a half.

OK, now, the cop's got this weirdo...

- Suspect's words. - Who's a front for him.

So, our guy, Elliot Blitzer, he's making a deal between them and his boss,

big-time fucking movie producer named Lee Donowitz.

He did that movie, "Coming Home in a Body Bag".

The Vietnam movie?

- Yeah. - Good fucking movie.

Fucking A. Great fucking movie.

- So, do you believe him? - I believe he believes him.

This guy's too fucking rattled to be lying.

He'd roll over on his mommy, his daddy, his granny and the fucking king of Siam

- if he had any on him. - I mean, this guy was a sissy.

I mean, he really was, this rabbit will do anything not to do any time.

You know what he'll do? He'll wear a wire.

- He'll wear a wire? - He'll wear a wire, we talked to him.

Dirty cops... Well, we got to get Internal Affairs on this.

I don't give a shit who you bring in. Bring in the state militia, the LA Thunderbirds,

the ghost of Steve fucking McQueen, ten fucking Roman gladiators!

I don't give a shit, as long as me and Todd get credit for the bust.

Hey, listen, we found him. We just want the fucking collar.

That's it. End of story.

- You got it. - Fucking A.

Did I ever tell you how much I hate airports?

Uh-uh.

See, I used to live by one back in Dearborn, you know.

Really frustrating living next to an airport when you ain't got shit.

Ah...

And all day long I'm seeing and hearing people doing exactly

what I want to be doing, but couldn't.

What?

Starting new lives, leaving Detroit, vacations, business trips...

- Fun, fun, fun. You all right? - Mm-hm.

But you and me, we can jump on any one of those planes out there

and go anywhere we want. Gives me a whole new outlook.

I love airports now.

Yeah, you ain't kidding. We got lots to start over.

We should go somewhere where we can start from scratch.

I've been in America all my life.

I've always wanted to see what TV in other countries looks like.

Where do you think we should go, my little turtle dove?

Cancun.

Cancun? Why Cancun?

It's got a nice ring to it. It sounds like a movie.

"Clarence and Alabama Go To Cancun", don't you think?

In my movie, darling, you get top billing.

Don't worry about nothing, all right? It's all gonna work out for us.

We deserve it.

Now, Floyd, you sure that's how you get to the Beverly Ambassador?

Yeah, man, I'm positive.

Yeah, well, let me just tell you, if we get lost, that's your ass.

And, Floyd, why don't you get out of my beer and get a fucking job?

- Clarence, can we go? - We're out the door. We're gone.

We'll meet Elliot in the lobby. I don't wanna be late.

Here I go.

Yes?

- I'm out, Floyd. - Are you here? No, he's not here.

- Wait, wait, wait! - Come on, Dick!

Just let me hear who it is.

- Hello? - Fuck.

Hey. Hi, Catherine, I was just walking out...

What?

Serious?

- She said that? - What did she say? Come on, Dick.

Yo, Catherine, thank you, thank you.

I'm gonna talk to you tomorrow. All right.

Come on, we gotta go.

- I got the part. - Wow!

I got the part!

That's perfect. That's great. That's wonderful.

Didn't even want a call-back.

That's so cool, way to go!

- I got a seven o'clock call. - That's great.

All right, come on, let's go. I wanna hear all about it, OK? Come on.

- Hey, Clarence! - What?

- Nothing. Forget it. - All right, come on.

Hey, get some beer!

And some...

And some cleaning products!

I'm losing a fucking fortune over here.

You talking to me, you fucking wop, you?

- OK, put your jacket on. - Put your jacket on.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Put your jacket on. One sleeve at a time.

It's a big game, now, Elliot.

- It's OK, come on. You all right? - No.

Elliot, look at me. Look at me. You comfortable?

Am I comfortable? I've got a, like a brick in my scrotum.

Elliot, that's the best place for it, OK?

If they pat you down, they're not going to search your balls.

- You think they might see this? - No, it's OK.

When you stand up, it'll be OK.

- Elliot. - Yeah?

Say something.

OK. Hi. How are you?

My name's Elliot, and I'm with the Cub Scouts of America.

We're selling uncut cocaine to get to the jamboree.

- Just talk regular, Elliot. - I'm sorry.

Stop fucking around.

- I can't believe I'm doing this. - You get that shit?

Remember, Elliot, we're gonna be down the hall monitoring you the whole time.

Yeah? Well, what happens if somebody does something that you can't hear

like pulls out a gun and puts it to my fucking eye?

- We've done this a thousand times. - We know what we're doing, OK?

We're the best. Now, listen. No fucking around.

Anything happens, we'll be in there like fucking gangbusters, OK?

Now, you gotta remember something. You don't wanna go to jail, right?

- Do you wanna go to jail? - No, I don't wanna go to jail.

So, what do we got to do? We got to put your boss in jail, OK?

And to do that, we've gotta show in court, beyond any reasonable doubt,

that this man, a very respectable man in the Hollywood community,

is also dealing cocaine, we've gotta prove it in court, and you gotta do it.

That's what we're doing here. OK? You're gonna be OK, you're not gonna get hurt.

OK? So what you gotta do is that you got to get him to admit...

- On tape, all right? - Uh-huh.

That he's buying this coke. OK, champ?

- Get a hold of yourself. - OK.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

Bama, you really got that playing basketball?

Yes, I got an elbow right in the eye, then as if that's not enough,

I got hurled the ball right when I'm not looking. Wham!

- Right in my face. - You should be careful.

I should.

Clarence, what the fuck did you bring that for?

- In case. - In case of what?

I dunno, what the hell do you want me to say?

Look, Clarence, Lee Donowitz is not a pimp.

I know that, Richard, but one thing this last week has taught me,

it's better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.

There he is.

Elliot, your motivation is to stay out of jail.

Easy, easy, easy.

- Hey. - Hi.

Hi...

- I guess it's about that time. - Yeah.

Here we go.

You're an actor. Act, motherfucker!

- Elliot. - Yeah?

- Get on your knees. - Oh, no.

What?

- I said get on your fucking knees! - Clarence, what the fuck?

Shut the fuck up, the both of you! I know what the fuck I'm doing.

You think I'm pretty fucking stupid, don't you? Don't you?

No? Don't you fucking lie to me, you motherfucker!

He's bluffing you, Elliot! He's bluffing you, can't you see that?

I wanna hear you say it, "Clarence, you are without a doubt..."

Shut up! Say it, goddamn it, I wanna hear you say it!

"Clarence, you are, without a doubt, the dumbest motherfucker

"I've ever seen on the face of the planet." Say it!

Dumb fucker.

- Apparently, I'm not as dumb... - He didn't do nothing!

Apparently, I'm not as dumb as you fucking think I am, am I?

What the fuck is waiting for us up there? What the fuck's waiting for us?

He's gonna shoot him.

Tell me, or I'm going to pump two in your face right here right now.

Ha! He's not gonna shoot him.

- Mother-fuck! - He's gonna shoot him.

Like Nick Carter used to say, if I'm wrong, I swear to God, I'll fucking apologise!

Something's amiss, I can feel it.

If anything out of the ordinary goes down, you are gonna be the first one shot!

Clarence, he didn't do anything. What the fuck...?

Shut up, all right? I'm gonna blow this motherfucker away.

FUCK you!

I wish somebody would just come and get me because I don't like this anymore!

Get a hold of yourself, you fucking sissy!

I really wish somebody would just come and take me away! Just take me away!

Hang in there, Elliot, goddamn it!

I can't take this, I'm sorry, but I just can't!

And I wish somebody would just come to my rescue and everything'

be all right.

- Elliot. Elliot. - What?

I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Friends?

Fuck's with this guy?

Quit playing around.

I was playing around, I just had to be sure. That's all.

I'm sure now, OK? I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to scare you.

Oh, man, I like this Clarence kid, this fucking guy is crazy!

Yeah.

Aw!

Oh, man.

- Are you Dick Ritchie? - Er... no.

- Do you know a Clarence Worley? - Yes.

- Do you know where we can find him? - Yes, I do.

Well, where?

At the Beverly Ambassador.

- Where's that? - Well...

You go...

No. Yeah, go down Beach...

You guys wanna smoke a bowl or...?

Oh. Go down Beachwood

and drive a while, and then you gotta turn right, OK?

And then you go, and you keep driving and you keep driving.

- Hello, Elliot. - Monty.

Are these your friends?

Yeah, yeah... you could say that.

- Everybody, this is Monty. - Hi. Come on in.

Lee's in the can, he'll be out in a quick.

Holy shit, look at this. Do you believe this?

It's a helicopter!

Sorry, nothing personal.

Clarence...

There ain't no need to search me, daredevil.

All you're going to find is this right here.

Now, what compelled you to bring that along?

I guess the same thing that compelled you guys

to bring the heavy artillery to a business meeting.

- I'll take that. - Well, you're gonna have to.

Oh! Hi.

Everybody's here. Elliot, who's who?

Uh, that's Dick on the end there.

Oh, that's Dick. Dick, Elliot tells me you're quite gifted.

- And, yeah, Alabama in the middle. - Hello.

- Clarence on the end. - Lee, this guy's...

Boris, please. I'm meeting people right now, OK?

- Mr Donowitz...? - Clarence, don't insult me, call me Lee.

- Lee... - Boris, shut the fuck up!

Come on, everybody, don't be shy. Come on in. Come on in.

OK, Lee?

- Lee. - Lee.

That's right, Lee.

I just gotta tell you, I really am a big fan.

"Coming Home in a Body Bag" is my favourite movie of all time.

After "Apocalypse Now", I think it's the best Vietnam movie ever made.

Wow. Thank you very much, Clarence.

- Lee? - What?

- This guys packing. "Really?"

Well, I've been pretty scared about this whole thing.

But I'm fairly confident you're just here to do business, so look...

I don't wanna be a wise guy or nothing.

If you want, I'll take my gun, and I'll lay it on the table. It's up to you.

No, I don't think that's necessary.

Boris, be nice. Make everybody some coffee. OK?

- It's a pleasure to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.

Honey, sit down. Relax, relax.

- Elliot, you look like shit. - Oh, I'm sorry.

It's completely disgusting.

Er... I need to get a quick signature, it'd be great...

Whatever Bonnie wants.

- Like my dailies, there, Clar? - Is that what these are? Dailies?

- You like them? - Yeah, they're great.

They better fucking be great, they cost me enough.

- What did that day cost me? - $357,000.

Elliot, I swear to God, somebody is stealing from me.

What's this one called, anyway?

It's a sequel to "Body Bag".

- Really? - We don't have a title yet.

- What does Joe like? - Uh, "Body Bags 2".

Ooh. That's imaginative. I've got more taste in my penis.

This guy's really fucking funny.

Lee, most of these movies that win a lot of Oscars, I can't stand them.

They're all safe, geriatric coffee-table dog-shit, you know?

We park our cars in the same garage. It's all right.

All those assholes make are unwatchable movies from unreadable books.

"Mad Max", that's a movie,

"The Good, the Bad and the Ugly", that's a movie.

"Rio Bravo", that's a movie.

And "Coming Home in a Body Bag", that was a fucking movie.

It was the only movie at the time that won a lot of Oscars with balls

since "Deer Hunter".

I don't believe you.

What, do you like a little coffee with your sugar, or what?

Lee, I'm not satisfied till the spoon stands straight up.

Give me a coffee, will you?

Lee, my uncle Roger and my uncle Jerry, both of whom were in Nam,

saw "Coming Home in a Body Bag".

They said to me, Clarence, that's the most accurate Vietnam film

they'd ever seen.

I'll tell you something, Clarence, when veterans in that bullshit war

say that about my project, it makes the whole thing worthwhile. Here's to you.

My friend... I'm calling you my friend, I just met you.

You know why? I think cos we got the same interests.

You know what I'd like to do right now?

I'd like to see "Dr Zhivago".

Where is it? Is there a fucking doctor in the house, or what?

Hang on a second.

'Lee, when you see this, you're gonna shit, I'm telling you.'

- 'I better.' - Bingo.

- What's the guy's name? - Donowitz.

Lee, that's all practically uncut.

If you so desire, you can cut that a hell of a lot more.

Don't worry, I'll desire.

Boris, get me another cup of coffee, will you?

Me too, Boris.

I have to hand it to you, Clarence, this is not nose garbage.

It's quality stuff. Perfect merchandise.

The only trouble is whenever I'm offered a deal that's too good to be true,

it's because it's a lie.

Why don't you convince me you're on the level?

Convince him. If he don't bite, we ain't got shit except possession.

Boris, we got all kinds of sandwich shit back there, make something for somebody.

We got lean pastrami, nice rye, anybody want anything?

- You got any aspirin? - Yeah, sure. Get him that.

Well, Lee, it's like this.

You're getting the bargain of a lifetime cos I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

You're used to dealing with professionals, I'm not a professional, I'm a rank amateur.

Fuck's going on? What the fuck's going on, Joe?

I can take that, sell it a little bit at a time and make a hell of a lot more money.

- What's going on, Joe? - Elliot's too far away.

Look, this is the whole ball game, the fucking game, this is it!

I'm not a drug dealer, I'm not saying that you're a drug dealer,

but you're a fucking movie producer.

And you got access to all kinds of money and shit like that.

Shit. Oh, Joe, you're fucking killing me.

- Joe? - Wait, shh!

Now, I cannot get a million for it, but you can, all right?

So I'll sell it to you for $200,000. You go make a million with it.

Shit, it's all found money to me anyway, you know?

There he is.

Me and my wife, we're minimum-wage kids.

$200,000, it means the world to us.

Elliot tells me that you're fronting for a dirty cop.

Elliot wasn't supposed to tell you anything.

He's not a dirty cop, he's a good cop.

He saw his chance and he took it, that's all.

Why does he trust you?

Well, we grew up together, that's why.

Clarence... if you don't know shit, then why does he think that you can sell it?

I bullshitted him.

You are nuts!

He's a wild man, this kid, Clarence. I like him.

- You're wild, I love it. - Hey, Lee.

I love this guy, he bullshitted him, you believe this kid? I love him.

'Elliot, I love this kid. Monty, get the money.'

That's it, fellas, let's get these sons of bitches.

Now, wait, wait. I completely forgot, excuse me.

- What's your part in this again? - I'm his wife.

Oh, you're the wife, right. Clarence, Clarence.

- What, did you beat her or something? - No, no, she got that playing basketball.

- What's the matter with you? - I'm sorry.

- Why are you here? - I'm an actor.

Dick, if you were just a fucking actor, you never would've got in the room.

I'm friends with Elliot.

He's your friend? You got problems.

All right, all right. It's all right. And Elliot knows me.

Elliot, here. Call Joe.

Tell that cocksucker that the production manager reports

that he's taking 30 cents of every dollar and putting it in his own pocket.

Don't you want to count your money?

No, that's all right, she can count it. I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Give it to her.

♪ Well, since my baby left me

♪ I found a new place to dwell

♪ It's down at the end of Lonely Street at Heartbreak Hotel... ♪

I gotta hand it to you, Clarence.

- I was cool? - Man, you were cooler than cool.

- Oh, my God, I forgot my fucking vest. - Stupid.

- Cody, on three. - Yeah.

One. Two. Three.

Police! Police!

- Put your guns down! - Get down on the floor!

- Drop your gun! - Drop your guns and back away!

Both of you put the fucking guns on the floor now!

Fuck you! All you pigs, put your guns on the floor and back away.

Are you fucking nuts? Just do what they say.

- This is your last fucking chance. - Fuck you, this is your last chance!

We could kill all of you and you fucking know it!

- Now get down on the fucking floor! - Boris! Shut the fuck up.

We're all going to die here, these are cops!

So, they're cops. Who gives a shit?

Hey, Lee, something I never told you about me. I hate fucking cops!

All right, let's be nice, guys, come on.

- We don't wanna die. - No, I certainly don't wanna die.

You look like a blond Frankenstein. Now put your gun down, you son of a bitch!

- 211? - Yeah, 211.

There you go, Mad Dog.

- Holy shit. - Motherfucker.

Who are these guys? Put your fucking guns down! Put them down!

Put them down, motherfucker! Put them down!

- Fuck you! - Put the fucking guns down!

How do you really think I'm doing with Lee?

Are you kidding, man? He loves you.

You don't think I'm kissing his ass or anything, do you?

You're telling him what he wants to hear. That ain't the same as kissing his ass.

Yeah, I saw "Coming Home in a Body Bag", I loved it, I'm not lying to the guy.

No, that's why it ain't ass-kissing.

What you're doing is genuine. And he knows it.

I like you, Clarence.

Always have.

Always will.

- Put them down now! - Put them down!

Put those guns down, motherfuckers!

Officer Dimes. Officer Dimes?

Put them down, motherfucker! Put them down!

- Officer Dimes? - What?

Officer Dimes?

- Officer Dimes? - What?

Er... this has nothing to do with me anymore, right?

OK. So, I'm just gonna leave.

And you guys just settle this by yourselves, all right?

Just shut up and stay the fuck put, Elliot!

How do you know his name?

Why the fuck did he know your name?

You little piece of shit!

You can forget about acting for the next 20 years!

Your fucking career is over! Take your fucking SAG card and burn it!

You little cocksucker!

I treated you like a son! You fucking stabbed me in the heart!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Motherfucker, don't touch him! Motherfucker!

FUCK you!

Cody!

Clarence!

Please!

Sweetie!

Sweetie!

Baby!

OK, you with the shotgun, behind the couch! Come out!

The guy's a Wop.

I said, come out from behind the couch, you fucking guinea. Now!

I said to come-a out-a from behind the couch-o. OK? Capisce?

Wait.

Nice and slow!

One moment.

Shit! The guy hit me.

Son of a bitch shot me.

Sweetie!

Don't you die on me!

You're gonna be OK.

I need an ambulance!

I need an ambulance!

Fuck you! I'll blow this bitch's brains to kingdom come!

- I need an ambulance! - Shut up.

- Fuck you, I'm bleeding! - I'll call you a hearse.

This is for Cody.

FUCK you!

Honey, you're alive!

I can't see.

Honey, you have blood in your eye. Come on.

Hold on. OK...

I want a car. Take me to the airport! And I want it full of gas!

And a million bucks! Small bills! And fast!

Get out of my face, motherfucker!

'Amid the chaos of that day,

'when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots

'and all I could smell was the violence in the air,

'I look back and am amazed

'that my thoughts were so clear and true.

'That three words went through my mind endlessly,

'repeating themselves like a broken record.

'You're so cool.

'You're so cool.

'You're so cool.

'And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would've done if he had died.

'If that bullet had been two inches more to the left.

'To this, I always smile,

'as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response.

'But I always do.

'I tell him of how I would want to die.

'That the anguish and the want of death would fade

'like the stars at dawn.

'And that things would be much as they are now.

'Perhaps.

'Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.'

♪ No stars in the sky

♪ The night seems so dark around you

♪ You won't say a word

♪ And wonder why no one's found you

♪ Waiting for love

♪ Praying for love again

♪ Love's a heavy weight

♪ Give it to me, don't hesitate

♪ Love's a heavy thing

♪ Too heavy for one heart to bring me your love

♪ Give me your love again

♪ It's not your fault

♪ One heart can never win, it takes two hearts

♪ Two hearts just to hold love

♪ Two hearts

♪ Two hearts just to hold your love

♪ Your love

♪ And if your heart should ache, Remember me

♪ And if your heart should break

♪ Two hearts

♪ Two hearts, they can mend it

♪ Heartache

♪ Heartaches can be ended by love

♪ By love

♪ Love's a heavy weight

♪ Give it to me, don't hesitate

♪ Love's a heavy thing

♪ Too heavy for one heart to bring me your love

♪ Give me your love again, it's not too late

♪ One heart can never win, it takes two hearts

♪ Two hearts just to hold

♪ Two hearts

♪ Two hearts just to hold your love

♪ Your love ♪