All language subtitles for let.the.Devil.wear.Black

You love that? You lie out of respect.

Hell yeah, I do.

Do you?

See, I don't. You don't what? Lie? Try
not to.

Liar, liar, trousers up. Why? Even out
of respect. I don't, man.

Bullshit. What? Not even out of respect?
Like, I like your suit, you have a good

taste.

I love you.

I'm not here just because I want to get
laid.

I'd be lying if I said I did.

You've changed, you know that, man?

Yeah. In 12 years? Good.

You have.

I'd like you to meet my goddaughter,
Tiffany.

Hi. Who's that?

My Uncle Carl.

These are my friends, Jesse Brodigan and
T .B. Bradbury.

Hey, boys.

Is he your guide?

A friend of mine from high school. Been
hanging out a little bit. Oh, yeah,

yeah.

I remember you guys from the funeral.

All right.

Nice running into you like this.

Tiffany? Till next we intersect. I'll
see you, boys.

Say hi to your mother.

That dress was wonderful.

Honey?

Mom?

School will begin again soon.

Do you mind not calling it school, Mom?
I'm writing my dissertation.

You're going to lose the whole term.

It had been six weeks.

That I'd been here since Dad died.

The business that your father built, and
which we now have a responsibility for.

Now, your Uncle Carl and Saul are
handling my half.

He signed over to him, Mom.

Did you want me to sign over to you?

I don't know.

Well, if you wanted to run things, you
never said so.

You haven't shown me.

You don't.

I don't either.

He does.

Actually, Uncle Carl says hi to you.

Where did you see your uncle?

Last night, he was with a stripper named
Tiffany that he said was his

goddaughter, and he said, say hi to your
mom.

What do you mean, stripper?

I'm 19.

I'm institutionalized for 23 days. He
gives me a butterfly net.

The fucker would have made it a
straitjacket if he hadn't thought Dad

killed him.

It's a joke, he says. It's a joke. A
joke?

Stop it, Jack, would you?

Mom, you used to say he was stupid.

Uncle Carl can be so stupid. Once you
even said, if brains were cars, he'd

a boat. Do you remember saying that?

Who cares? Who cares what I once said?

If you are still here with me, if in
this darkness there is still somewhere

your spirit travels on the sound waves
stirred up by my voice, hear me, help

We can so easily fall back from what we
have struggled to attain abruptly to a

life we never wanted.

We can find that we are caught as in a
dream and die there without ever waking

up.

This can occur.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing?

Sleeping. What are you doing?

Working.

Working, yeah?

Well, I just inherited a... business
here, so I have a lot of responsibility,

you know.

Well, watch the fuck out, Los Angeles.

Amen to that.

What's up, Dad?

See your dad's name on a lot of stuff
here. You got Saul Hirsch.

Saul Hirsch. Here's another. Here's S
.H. Jesus Christ, attorney's got to sign

lot of stuff, huh?

Um, that thing that they're throwing for
him tonight, I gotta miss that.

You know, my Uncle Carl's gonna be
there, and I just... I hate him more

Lard itself, so... You finally called to
say you're not coming to a party?

Have I missed calling about other
parties?

So... You were supposed to call that
night.

You said not to call you. You hit me.

I hit you?

Right before you puked.

You're an idiot if you listen to that.

When someone says, don't call me, you
call. What's wrong with you?

I'm literal?

I hate you.

Thanks for not calling once since the
funeral, Frick.

You look nice.

I threw up.

I know. I appreciated the thought. Who
knew you felt so much for my father?

Are you all right?

Riot is rain.

Come over tonight.

I bet you smell good, Jerry.

I'm serious. I want to talk to you.

Heart attacks are serious. You ask my
father.

Jack.

Bye, Jerry.

God bless you.

God bless you.

Do you like it here?

What? Do they treat you right, the
management?

You're asking me... If they're nice to
you, if you like it.

You want a drink or what?

Sure.

Uh, let me have a bag. Four fingers of
scotch in a funny glass.

Your uncle killed your father.

Are you talking to me?

Whacked him.

But not your fellow.

He killed him.

Hey.

Who went in the bathroom after me?

Please, who went in the bathroom after
me?

Come on, get the fuck out of here.

Who went in the bathroom after me? Get
the fuck out. I should get the fuck out

of here? Tell me. Yeah, tell me. Who
went in the bathroom? Cut the shit and

the fuck out.

All right, fine. I'll cut the shit. You
know you're fired. Okay.

What did you just say to me? I said
you're fired. Who went in the bathroom?

What? Really? Yeah, really. Fucking
brain dead, you dumb mook. You need

directions to lose your fucking job? Get
out of here.

Who went in the bathroom?

Hey!

Get out of the way.

Get out of the goddamn way!

Get him a drink.

Get him a drink.

What do you got, kid?

I'd like an ice -cold beer, please.

It's a little kind of goddamn beer. What
do you got?

Chad, you can do this.

They dunk you out of a car? What do they
look like?

Why? What would you do to them?

What do you think I'd do to them? I'd
take Tony and these psychos on them.

who were they?

I told you. See, I told him. What?

That he's a pooch.

Mr. Rubenstein, I... Hey, are all my
places this hospitable?

Is he an old... You did this?

I mean, you did this?

Look, I didn't know. Tony, Charlie
here... You put your fucking hands on

This is Julius' son. That's it.

Goddamn Jackie.

You touched him. He owns the fucking
place. You son of a... Give me the

money. Give me the money.

I loved your father.

Kinohara. He was a fair man, very fair.

He held his liquor and he held his
tongue.

And I miss him.

Built himself up to 50 places.

Beautiful, great, smart businessman.

But, the end of what?

You don't look down your nose at your
father's businesses.

He was Greyhound, Jackie. Do you know
Greyhound?

They got old bus stations in every city
and big town in the United States.

But crap, right? Right. Wrong.

Because Greyhound owns the land.

Most of which hasn't been reassessed
since 1939.

Your father, he owned this place, but he
owned the land too, Jackie.

With non -existent property taxes? Now,
sure, on the books, his dive is worth

about $27 ,000.

But if somebody wants to build a new
office tower like the one that went up

on 3rd, do you think we're going to get
less than 8 million? No, I don't think

so.

You sit on these, Jackie.

You live off the income of the bars and
you wait for some new era of a Japanese

guy who wants to put up a nice new bank.

Do you think he could have been
murdered?

Honestly, when I first heard that he
died, that's what I assumed.

By who?

You name it, any of the mafias, the
Koreans, the Armenians, maybe even the

Mexicans, they're buying up everything
that's not bolted down.

I mean, they know what these tar pits
are going to be worth.

Your father wouldn't sell.

But nobody else?

No.

No, I'm sorry, kid.

Your father had a heart attack.

Didn't cheat on his wife. He didn't sell
drugs.

Didn't owe anybody money. No, people
loved your father, Jackie.

Richard Lasker took a bullet in the hip
right outside an ATM machine for your

father, walked right in front of it,
didn't even think about it. People did

these things.

What about my uncle?

Well, I work for the guy now. I work for
you, but let's face it, he's running a

show.

Come on, let's be honest. Carl is, uh...
He's not that bright.

He's a two -watt.

He's a what? He's a...

He's a twat?

A two -watt.

You know, when he gets an idea, the bulb
over his head, a two -watt bulb.

Oh, shit.

We're closed.

Why do you think we have a door lock,
you touch -hole?

Hey, give us Jack while he's in there.
Come here, boy.

Oh, shit.

He's my date.

Hold on.

Pick your car up later. No, no, I'm
driving.

Thanks.

Nice neighborhood.

Hey, what about Vegas tonight?

What? Why not?

You got that thing, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. I don't want to do Vegas
tonight.

Yeah, well, you're not doing Vegas
tonight.

Then why am I not doing Vegas tonight?
Is that necessary?

Yeah, it is. Because I may need you to
stand by and look like a bad

motherfucker. Well, I do my thing,
right?

It's your thing. What, are you dealing
again?

Yeah. Got a big fat fucking deal in Long
Beach.

Delivery, right? Let me guess, it's your
last one, though, right?

It's my last one, yeah.

And you need our help.

Pretty please.

Fine, I'll help you if I can, then,
right?

I got some weird shit I gotta deal with.

Mike, I gotta go find a pharmacy.

So under the car wash.

That is what I have been told,
unofficially.

But back on it.

Construction is starting conceivably
sometime in April.

Jesus.

L .A. is determined to have a subway.

And the car wash sits directly above
where they need some kind of a venting

shaft. Dad, are you almost ready?

Yes. I'll be right down, honey.

Happy birthday, Saul.

Thank you.

So, uh, will Jack make the deal?

I hope so.

You're the lawyer.

Any help you can give me, that'd be
great.

Hi. Hi. If I showed you something, could
you tell me what it is?

Depends.

Is it pharmaceutical?

Well, it might be.

What is this?

It's prescription adrenaline.

It's a simple stimulant.

See the generic casing? The fist?

Now, is that a heart medicine?

Christ, no.

Although it does look similar to a brand
-name heart regulator called Daraman.

Daraman. Right.

Do you have some of that? Could you show
me some of that?

Yeah.

See? The casing's almost the same.

That's a very expensive heart regulator.

You have a heart problem?

My father did.

What if you took the adrenaline thinking
that it was Daruman?

Thinking it was heart medicine?

Why would you do that?

By mistake.

Well, if you had a bad heart condition,
it could be very bad, and that's a big

mistake. Adrenaline would overstimulate
the heart, weaken it, and ultimately

send it into cardiac arrest.

You guys murdering someone?

Come on, man. Rigor mortis is setting in
here.

I might.

But you see, that would make you a bad,
bad person.

And if I thought you might do that, I
would call the police.

I would.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You said you had a gun.

Let me see it.

No. Come on, let me see it.

No means no. Don't day -rate me.

Come on, man. What am I gonna do with
it?

Fine, yeah.

It's loaded. If you kill yourself, don't
come crying to me.

I'll never speak to you again.

Fuck.

You ever hate somebody so much that you
could actually shoot them?

I mean, so much that, like, a bullet up
the ass or a gun to the spinal cord

actually gave you a feeling of richness?

and pleasure more than horror and
disgust?

Nope. Yeah.

I hated my bookie so much, I could kill
him.

Of course, then you're a murderer.

Two seconds later, you're a fucking
murderer. The guy's dead and gone.

going to jail for the rest of your life.

So how much do you have to hate somebody
that spending the rest of your life in

jail is worth that moment of sick
pleasure of blowing his brains out?

It's got to be enough hate for a
lifetime because you'd have to be

spend the rest of your life in jail just
so this fucker would be dead.

And he's never completely dead if you're
alive and you're thinking all the time,

he's the reason that I'm here. So
whatever you do, this fucker's

your life, you know? The only way to get
him out of your life would be to

forgive him and move on.

But you can't forgive him, right?

No, that's the problem. You cannot
forgive him. You fucking hate his guts.

love to hate him. That's where the
satisfaction of sticking a gun up his

would come from.

So which is the lesser evil? To forgive
a fucker that you cannot forgive?

or to let him ruin your life even though
you know the guy's barely worth a piece

of shit.

You know what I think, Jack? What?

I think you think too much.

Huh.

Why do you hate your bookie?

Because you only put me 68 ,000 bucks in
the hole. Really?

Yeah, I did.

Where are you going to find 68 ,000
bucks?

On Long Beach.

Where's your stuff?

Let's pick it up.

It's right here in the car.

You brought drugs in the car, right?

Come here!

Come here!

Hey, hey, hey!

What the fuck is that?

I'm so glad you're not the gun and not
me, because you'd be dead, I swear to

God. All right, listen!

Listen!

Stop it! Stop it!

What the fuck is that?

All right, what is it?

It's fucking coke, all right? I got it
right here. Let's just get back in the

car and fucking do something. It's cool.

Isn't it clear everything's cool?

You're so uncool, that's what's clear.

Completely, obviously, stupidly uncool.

Come here.

Get in the car.

No. Get in the front seat. Get in the
car.

Where's the coat? Let's do it.

Right here.

Calm down.

Get something to eat, all right?

It's a taco stand. Right over here.
We'll get something to eat.

You got any money?

Make the big brother, pal.

Uh,

dos, tripa, extra, extra calor, por
favor.

Got any chicken or beef?

We just had tripas and pork.

This is gross, okay? Why don't we just
go get takeout? Get a real meal, all

right? Some real food. This is real
food.

Okay.

Give him the tripe.

I'll take the pork. Dos porcos. Cuatro.
Cuatro. And some chips. There you go.

Excellent. Extra, extra color.

¿Tienes cervezas?

Sure we got the beer.

Old Milwaukee.

Big Spanish?

Si.

Oh, that's good.

You know, Obamawaki is considered
imported beer around here.

Boys, uh, like imported beer?

Heineken, St. Polly Girl, Amstel Light.

Molson.

Molson. Canadian.

Oh, your neighbor's to the north.

What's that other one called?

Moosehead?

I'd give a moosehead for some moosehead.

Let me see your passports.

Let me see your green cards.

Um, this is the eighth dwarf, Helpful.

Bueno, bueno, bueno, bueno.

Mr. Accent, Helpful, Moosehead.

It's time you take your little piggy
treats home before we follow you to the

west side and eat in your neighborhood.

Come to my neighborhood any time you
want.

Give you my address, take you guys out
for a little spin.

Helpful. What?

What are you doing?

Trying to be more neighborly than these
gentlemen.

Have you got that thing? No shit.

You getting in a little fight?

Good.

Good?

That's not good, asshole. I'm not going
to get fucking killed over an old

Milwaukee.

¿Están listas las comidas?

Ready? What'd he say?

He asked if the food was ready.

Adios, which means to God.

Adios.

One God.

You

just got

here.

Well, that was exciting.

Yeah, it's about a throne, man.

You can take me over to the pleasure
dome, will you?

You been there lately?

Because it's changed.

I just want to see one of my managers,
Bruce Gold.

You belong to me, my reader.

Make love to me, my reader. You got a
drink? Yeah, no.

Oh, you know, I thought you might come
over, but I wasn't sure. And then I

to Carl. He said he didn't know when you
were going to come over.

And then, so I, you know, I don't know.

I've just been there.

Anyway, so what's on your mind?

You got the stuff from last week.

Yeah.

You got it. He gave it to you.

He showed it to you. Bruce.

So it's all in order.

Bruce.

You and my father were close, right?

Your father?

Sure we were close.

Of course.

Um, I was just talking to Fetch.

And, uh...

And...

It's very sad what

happened, isn't it?

What?

I mean, his death like that.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, we were devastated by it.

Devastated. My wife sent your mother a
card.

I was very sorry. Very, very sorry.

Really. What's your wife's name again?

Carol. You remember Carol?

She loves you. She always talks about
you.

She'll be so happy to hear that you
came. You came by.

You guys still talk a lot.

Who? You and Carol.

Of course we talk.

You'll see you'll get married. All I
want is attention.

They're like a little dog.

You pet them, you slap them.

They don't care. They'll make no
difference as long as you pay attention

acknowledge them.

That's all they want, is attention?

Yes.

And that is something that is not easy
for me, personally, or your uncle's

generation.

To give them all that attention.

Yes. Because, you know, you guys are
part of a very liberated, sort of

transitional faith, right?

Listen, Bruce, let me take the books out
of here and have a look at them.

What?

The books.

Just for the last month or so.

Is this a joke?

Yeah. What?

The books.

What? Are a joke.

It's a joke.

Oh, it's a joke. It's a joke. You son of
a...

I trust you, bro.

Hello?

Hey.

So I'm coming over.

Really?

Yeah. I got some shit going on over
here, but I told you you wouldn't even

believe it.

No, I can't tell you now. Later.

Why? What's now?

What is that, deep?

Shut up.

Where are you?

Clip club.

Why do men think that they can treat
women so badly?

Because they can.

It's sanctioned abuse under the guise of
we know what's good for you.

Kind of neo -colonialism by proxy.

Which is actually redundant, but
whatever.

So it's just muscle strength?

I mean, we're like gorillas?

Yeah.

Because we women are exposed. You men
can keep your stuff in.

Believe me, if you had to walk around
with your sexual power, your chest would

burn all the time for everyone to see
like we do.

Yeah. Well, there'd be a lot fewer guys
strutting around acting like they have

big dicks when they don't.

That was very good.

Shit, I want... Where is he? I want to
get out of here.

You brought him all the drinks?

Except they're getting a little. What
can I say? She likes them.

You're a naughty girl.

Jules?

What are you doing?

Um, feeding the dog.

I, um, need to talk to you.

I want to ask you... I want to ask you
something about...

What? Well, his family's losing dollars
and opportunities, and Jack won't listen

to anyone, which is a big part of the
problem.

So I want you to talk to him.

Daddy might have to spank you tonight.

Really? Yeah.

I like that.

His father and Carl have worked too long
and too hard for Jack to just slack off

and burn everything into the ground.

Did Carl ask you to do this?

Yes. He asked for my help.

And now,

Is this hard for you?

No, not at all.

Dad, remember when I was little?

Things were good and you'd push me on
the swing.

Push you on the swing.

Nope.

Me neither.

Jules? Julia!

Dad, I'm unbalanced, not deaf.

Remember?

Damn. Oh, man, of course men get better
below jobs.

Listen, I know what it's like to get my
dick sucked, right?

And I know what I like when I'm getting
my dick sucked.

So when I'm sucking a dick, I know what
I'm doing is what I like, and that's the

best job that can be done.

I mean, how can you cook a steak if
you've never eaten meat? What?

You could burn it. It could be too raw.

Not enough sauce.

You know what I'm saying?

Thanks for sharing that.

So where are we going now?

Whale watching?

No, no. We're going to go to Brentwood.
We're going to go see Julia.

Julia Hurst?

How many Julias do I know?

Brentwood.

Yeah, her father lives there. Why do you
want to see him?

I hear he gives good blowjobs. I hear
she does.

Not for me, he didn't.

She doesn't? She does.

But I would never say that.

You want to use my car phone?

No, man, I called from inside. Don't use
those things. They cause tumors and

accidents, you know?

Why are we going there?

They're having a party for her father,
and my uncle's gonna be there. Your

uncle? Yeah.

Carl. Last night, the guy with the teeth
you can see yourself in.

Fuck that.

What?

What?

It's gonna be a disaster. You fucking
hate your uncle.

The hell do you care? You've only
mentioned it 4 ,000 times, Jack.

Yeah, or once.

What, you don't want to go?

No, old razor with hers? Nothing.

Okay, fine. You know what? Fine.

Take me to my car, all right? No, no,
no. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

We'll go.

All right?

You want to go?

I'd rather go than not go.

Jack wants to go.

I want to go.

It's my uncle here.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, good.

Now you look like you've been drowned
and beaten.

Thank you.

So nice to talk to you, Dad.

Didn't we have things to tell each
other?

You're so fucking beautiful.

You're going to drip out of me all
night.

What? Unless you have a condom, which is
improbable.

Your cum will drip out of me all night.

That's not necessarily an unpleasant
phenomenon.

I'm pregnant.

What?

Six weeks ago, in New York, when we
heard about your father.

Well... Thanks for the gumball, Mickey.

I can't... You can't what?

I can't... You can't what? Just a
minute.

Sam?

I'll be out in a second, Dad. Oh, hello,
Grandpa.

Yeah.

Goodbye, Jerry.

What are you doing in here?

We were having a private conversation,
Dad.

What are you doing?

You disappeared.

Well, you found me.

You want to talk?

Or you just want to look?

Well, I guess there's nothing to say.

That's right.

There's a run in your stocking.

Huh?

Well, the sheriff.

Julian?

Did you talk to him?

evidence. Jesus, this is Brentwood.

I'm occupied.

Look, man, can I talk to you for a
second? Get out of here.

Can I talk to you for a second? Please!

I thought I told you.

Hiya, Jack.

I know what you did.

Fuck. What? Yeah, to my father. I know.

What's the matter, huh?

Ooh, you're nervous.

I don't know what the hell you're
talking about, Jack, but I'm sure your

loves watching us get close.

He's bound to find out sooner or later.

What's the matter? You think you're the
only one who knows how to have fun at a

party?

Huh? Uh -huh.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to make a
toast.

Health, love, money, and the time to
enjoy

them. Six weeks, and the money to enjoy
them.

What was that, French?

Yeah. Why?

It's a French toast.

Shalom.

What's the matter with you? Are you
having one of your episodes?

No, Mom, I'm just ecstatic.

My uncle, my father, my uncle, my
father, my uncle, my father.

Hey, Dr.

Rona. Just the woman that we wanted to
see. Could you answer a question for

Carl? He asked me, and I actually, I
really didn't know. Sure, I'll try,

How are you feeling?

Okay.

Now, what was it that you wanted to
know, Carl?

I don't know, Jack.

I didn't ask you anything. What did I
want to know? No, you remember you were

asking me about my father and what was
wrong with his heart. You remember?

No, I wasn't.

What's the matter with you, Jack? Are
you nuts?

Now, Rona, what was my dad taking for
his heart?

A drug called Daramin.

Daramin.

Daramin.

You know, when I was in the nut farm,
you know, the funny factory, the place

that you sent me so I could hear
feelings every hour on the hour until I

lost my mind? They told me that Daramin
looks a lot like adrenaline.

Is that right, Carl?

How the hell would I know?

That's a good question.

Rona? Yeah, absolutely.

Darum and an adrenaline look a lot
alike.

So they taught you that where? Hardmore?

Oh, you ain't gonna pin this one on me,
Doc. No, no, no. I was back east getting

a doctorate of philopathy when my
father's heart stopped.

Buried.

Broke.

Was erected.

Jack, we haven't talked in a very long
time. Do you ever think about coming

in? I'd like it. I would, and I think it
would do you... Shut the fuck up, Rona.

Excuse me.

Where are you going, Jack?

I think your mother would like to speak
with you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what does she want? Wedding tips?

Grooming tips? Tips on the afterlife?

Mod class registrations? Business tips?
Sex tips?

What does she want?

I don't know, Jack.

I have her in a room upstairs.

Yeah, she's easily herded, isn't she?

So glad you could come, Jack.

It's the last room on the left.

You ever see that movie? The Last House
on the Left? Wes Craven, Sean

Cunningham, Ingmar Bergman. It's very
political. It's about the death of the

nuclear family and loss of innocence in
America. You ought to check that out,

Sol. You might really dig it. I think
that you would really respond to it.

What was that?

Where's his goddaughter, Tiffany?

Puppet? You know, Mom. The one with the
saline hydraulic lift. That's his

friend's daughter.

Just shut up. Why, Mom?

Because you're in denial?

Are you fucking him?

I'm planning.

Planning to what?

To get married.

Jesus.

Dad was cremated. Why?

You're hurting me, Mom.

Did he ask to be cremated?

No.

Did you kill him?

Are you crazy? Did you kill him?

No!

Carl did.

He did, Mom.

I'll show you.

Look at this. What?

You see?

You see?

Who wrote that?

Are you crazy, Jack?

You don't have to go through with this,
okay? He killed him. Carl.

Killed. Dad, I swear to God, if you
didn't know it then, know it now.

What did you do?

Where's my uncle?

He's gone.

What are you doing?

Yeah, so can we go already? Where?

We got that thing tonight, remember?

Jack?

Jack?

All right, let's go. What are you doing?

Your mother's crying, Dad. I know. Don't
ask me about your dad.

What does that mean?

I gotta go, Jerry. You wanna come? She's
not coming. She may be coming. She's

not coming. Do you wanna come? Now I do,
for sure. Come on, man. It's you and

the thugs, I think. I'm sorry, either
she goes or I don't go.

You said you'd come. You know, Mark will
send me, remember?

Okay, let's step outside, okay?

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

What do people do?

Where are we going?

The docks.

What?

Little bitch!

I warned you, Jewel.

Take her back.

No. It's too late now.

Well, I'm nauseated.

There's a liquor store on 23rd.

Who has cash?

This is not happening.

You got a bathroom?

It's for paying customers only.

I see the robbers don't get to use it.
Can I have the small bottle, please? The

pink one.

Stomach stuff.

Is that all?

No. You got any bubble gum? You got
those little bubble babies?

She's chewing for two.

You pregnant?

Sort of.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You want to know the sex?

The sex of the baby. Do you want to know
it? Oh, sure.

Can I have the key to the bathroom? I
actually need to go really bad.

First this.

It always works.

Come close.

I will not bite you.

Oh, it is a boy baby.

Definitely.

Obviously.

It is very good luck.

What do you put in your coffee?

I use only milk.

This... This is cancer.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Talk to you soon.

Bye -bye.

Did I drip out of you all night?

I was gonna have the abortion, you know.

Like, immediately.

Yes, what happened?

I thought of you.

Little you.

Running around.

So you had the abortion?

Yeah.

A little maniac.

No, I didn't have the abortion.

I mean, how cute would our kid be?

I wish...

I wish...

I want... I know.

You do?

Yeah.

That

thing

you said before, I can't... You can't
what?

Dad. No.

Don't. He's talking.

Oh, Jack.

Damn this guy.

What are you doing?

Get in the car.

Relax. Jesus Christ, don't be an
asshole. We had something to talk about.

give you something to talk about.

You know, I'm going.

What do you mean?

I'm going to take a cab.

Why?

You know, you're ruining your family's
business.

What?

I'll call you later.

That was just... Good, fine. Let her go.

Come on.

No.

You go.

No.

What?

What?

It's the people who talk are the ones
who have a chance, you know?

I can talk. To yourself. No, just
tonight.

I've been trying to tell you.

You can't tell me.

I can't, okay? I thought I could. I
can't.

What, are you crying?

No.

You know, you should be able... Let's
go, Jack.

All right, fine.

Okay.

Um, are you all right?

Yeah, sure.

Just go.

Are you sure?

I'll see you later.

Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up. Listen.
Yeah, we'll see you. Bye.

Give me the phone. No, man, I need it.
Come on, give me the phone. I want to

call a cab so she's not just standing
there.

Dude, she can practically fucking walk
home.

Hi,

sorry.

Yeah, Santa Monica, I need the number
for a taxi company or whatever you got.

Please hold me the number.

You're like a hearted moron.

Yeah. Shut up.

This thing's turning into a fucking
nightmare. I can't believe you guys

him to Hersh's party.

Christ.

Fuck.

Take them both down.

Julia's there. Do her too.

What? Shut up.

You heard me.

Fuck this up. You're dead.

Did you get your number?

Yeah.

You guys believe in the death penalty?

I don't have a formed opinion about
that.

Do you?

What about you, Skidmark?

I got a problem with it, I guess.

I used to, yeah. But now, I don't know.
I mean, I used to think that all human

life was sacred and that no one had the
right to kill, even kill someone who'd

kill. But now, kill someone who's
killed?

A little bit more pissed off, I guess.

John Wayne gave me Ted Bundy Those guys
deserve to die.

So you say what they were monsters.

Yeah. Yeah Monster can't help what he is

Maybe a monster should be pitied see I
think it's the fuckers who

can't help what they are the ones who
choose to kill They're the ones who

deserve to die Don't you?

Your uncle promised me the pleasure
doll.

Jesse's going to get his debt erased.

Your debt?

That's the 8 ,000.

He's my bucket.

I tried to talk to you, Jack. Back at
Julia's house in the bathroom?

You got to listen to people, man. Got to
listen to people, Jack.

Got to see people. Respect people.

Pay attention.

Pay. Like money.

Valuable. Animals pay attention. Why?

Keeps them alive.

Fucking live is to pay attention.

Now you're a philosopher.

Yeah. You'd be lying if I said killing
you was going to be a great loss, Jack.

You're a do -nothing, useless piece of
shit.

I'm no great loss.

I'm a piece of shit.

You're not a piece of shit.

Shut up, Jesse.

No more talking.

I'd give you $68 ,000. Why didn't you
ask? Shut your fucking mouth. Why didn't

you just ask me? I'd give you the
pleasure. You never gave me a thing in

life, Jack.

All of a sudden you're a businessman?

Wrong. Come on, man. No.

I said no.

You got a job to do.

No, man, I got the fucking gun. I want
to talk about it. You don't have to kill

me, man. You don't.

Jesse, you're smart enough to know that
you're dumb. Don't be dumb. You're not

dumb, Jesse.

$100 ,000. No!

Done. Done.

Shit, I should ask for more.

You can't trust him. We have to kill him
now. What are you doing? Give me the

gun. No, man.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

You said $100 ,000, right? That's right.

He's not going to give you any money.
He's going to tell the cops in one

second we're going to rot in jail. Shoot
him.

You're going to shoot me here on the
405, right? Nobody's going to see that.

You're fucked, man. You're fucked, okay?

Do we have a deal?

$90 ,000. No. I'm going to start
flagging cars.

Help! Shut up! Shut up! $80 ,000.

$80 ,000. Do we have a deal?

Do we have a deal?

Do we have a deal?

Done. Absolutely. T -Man, say it.

Say it. Say it. Say it.

$70 ,000. No. Get him to say it. T -Man,
say it. Say it.

Say it. You're not lying to us, right?
I'm not lying to you. $65 ,000.

Do we have a deal?

Do we have a deal?

$65 ,000.

Say it.

Static fuck.

What the fuck is this, man?

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Nice.

Come on. I'll give you the pleasure. Say
it, T.

Say it. All right.

All right.

All right. All right.

Not a goddamn word. Not a word. Okay.
Come on. Put it down. Yeah.

$68 ,000.

68 ,000.

Seems to be the problem, officer.

Problem is, your phone's been cloned.

And it's been bugged.

Who the fuck are you?

We're your guardian angels, home. We've
been following you all night.

You better get out of here now, amigo.

Listen, Jack, you ain't gonna tell
nobody what happened here.

We'll be in touch, all right?

You going the other way?

Watch your step, Hific.

You can find that we are caught as in a
dream and die there without ever waking

up.

This can occur.

What does that look like?

I don't know. A splinter? What is it? I
don't know.

This tall guy shoots Bradbury through a
car window.

Skull fragment.

Who shot him?

Some Mexican guy.

He and Jesse were trying to help my
uncle kill me.

It's fucking weird.

I mean, this used to hold his head
together.

This was his head.

In my eye.

How fucked up is that?

Oh, Jackie.

In your eye?

It's just a scratch.

No, it's not a scratch.

He said it could have been a lot worse.

Of course, he's very curious about how a
skull fragment got in here, so I think

he's calling the cops now.

Family been notified?

Yep. Apparently they're very, very...
This is not going to be pretty. We've

to get you out of here.

The doctor said she was pregnant.

Mexicans, what do they look like? He's
described women.

Yeah, go ahead.

Can't you hold him?

Shit. All right, go over.

The father and his friends are coming
in. He was at a party or something. No.

Which way?

What?

What? Jack.

What are you doing in there?

Looking at some bad food.

Judith and Julia.

A couple of jewels.

Don't you wish that Dad were still
alive?

You love me?

Of course I love you.

I love you.

Oh, I know you do.

You do?

They

told

these guys.

Head to toe in black, right?

These guys are pros.

Tell me, I mean, if you have to do this,
why don't you just kill him yourself

and call it self -defense?

Bruce, you think Helen's gonna marry me
if I kill her son no matter how fucking

crazy he is? How much would that piss
her off?

I'd have to kill her in self -defense.

Jack dies in a robbery. It's tragic,
it's horrible, but...

It's nobody's fault.

See, if I kill him, even saying he
attacked me,

that is a pathetic, dysfunctional,
totally fucked up family.

And that is not what I need to be.

You don't need that.

We've had enough heartache. Thank you
very much.

If you're going to kill him in the
robbery, what do you need?

Insurance.

The life we never wanted can find that
we are caught as in a dream and die

there.

Without ever waking up, this can occur.

I don't want to be here.

Obviously you do.

Tiffany. Hi.

Is my Uncle Carl here?

Uh, yeah.

Mensa.

Jack. Jack, please.

Get the hell out of here.

Why, I own this place, don't I?

Me and my mother.

Hi.

Hi.

Where's Traynor?

Trainer.

CB.

Bradbury. He told you his first name?

Well,

yeah, we've been dating for almost a
year.

You come in here a lot?

He works for Carl.

Tell you what.

I'll give you $100 to put your clothes
back on.

I can. I'll get fired.

No, you won't. Believe me.

Please.

Go ahead.

Just do it to the music.

Hiya, Jack.

What are you wearing? A gray suit.

It's one of Dad's.

Shoes, too.

You like?

What, you want to make a call?

No, it's too late.

Well, it's never too late, Bruce.

I thought you were in mourning.

I'm in mourning for my life. If only we
could go back to Moscow. Things just

haven't been the same since Dad died,
have they, Solioni?

You missed the nut farm, huh?

Oh, that's right. You're not Solioni.

You're solely responsible.

And Bradbury worked for you, huh?

He was an ambitious kid. I liked his
drive.

I liked the way he drove, too.

Funny that you should talk about him in
the past tense, though.

Hey, Bruce.

Why don't you get us a bottle of the
good stuff?

Jack sounds like he needs it.

Bleeds it.

You don't want to wait for a while?

No, I don't want to wait. Waiting makes
me nervous. I need a drink.

Oh,

I have your permission to drink my own
champagne. Fuck you. Fuck you very much.

Obviously,

we have to work together here.

And I guess you passed the test.

Where'd you stash the bodies?

The car? The whole thing? That was
incredible.

I stuffed them up my ass.

And I'm still not as full of shit as
you.

You think me for a complete fucking
moron?

Well, obviously not. I underestimated
you, Jack.

You are somebody I could do business
with.

What do you say?

I'm somebody you can do business with.

Slow and steady wins the race, Jack.

Is that the moral of the story?

That you're slow?

No. I thought you were slow.

Wow.

You're still alive today, Jack.

Yeah. Just living each day like it might
be my last.

Are you a complete fucking moron?

Look at the blood on you.

Sleep upside down in a cave or
something?

Are you really just as fucking banal as
you look?

You are, huh?

See, I didn't bring the silver bullets
because I figured that your reflection

actually does show up in the mirror,
right?

What am I supposed to say to that?

That you're a fucking freak?

Does your daddy know about this?

I don't know. Let's find out.

Hey, Dad.

You want to give me a sign?

Dad, I know you're there.

Come on.

Show me a sign, please.

Dad?

Jack!

Oh, thank God.

Peace.

Fucker, you.

This is a robbery.

Ow.

Ow.

Yes.

All right, this is police.

Everybody out. Now, let's go.

You're too late this time.

Let's take my mama.

Dispatch.

Pleasure Dome Western.

Possibly two dead, possibly two wounded.
Need full press ambulance right away.

Get her out. We don't have all night.
Let's go.

Sir, give me the gun. She's all right,
Jack.

Mom.

Give me your gun, Jack.

Mom.

She's all right, Jack.

The ambulance is on the way.

Good.

That was quite a story you told the
lieutenant at the hospital last night,

Satch, these are the two Mexican
gentlemen I was telling you about from

night. Yeah, we're the officers in
charge of the murders of T .B. Bradbury

Jesse Broderkin.

Really? That's right.

Detective Gujos.

Detective El Campos. El Campo Gujos. You
think maybe we could do something to

help this man?

Like you said, the ambulance on its way,
Satch.

Okay, real quick now.

We also have interests outside the
police department. Certain, uh, ties

the Mexican -American business
community.

Real estate?

Of course.

How much?

Well, uh, let's face it.

It's a regular fucking opera around
here, huh?

Now, we can't pin it all on this little
shit right here. How much?

Your innocence.

And 15 million.

For 50 properties.

I'm Greyhound.

Okay.

All right.

50 million.

We'll even throw in Bruce for you, huh?

What?

Oh, no.

They don't have to kill you, do they,
Bruce?

No. No.

90 million.

Their innocence.

Satch gets a million signing bonus.

60 million. Same assurances.

73 million and I'll shut up.

Done.

How's that, Pop?

Good. Okay, we'll be back in a minute to
talk about the crime.

Okay.

I'm away.

Okay.

So you're gray out.

Are you crying?

No.

I told your father I'd take care of you.

Yeah? Nice job.

You did.

You did.

You came when I called you.

You listened when I talked.

What else can a person do?

I could have kept you safe.

You will.

You'll remember.

They say that heaven is a place in the
heart

where the living keep the dead safe and
happy.

So just remember me, and I'll go to
heaven.

Thank you.

Trouble's here.

He's too young to leave.

Trouble's here.

He's too young to leave.

Trouble's here.

Trouble's here.

Okay.