All language subtitles for Uninvited.Guest.1999.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Monkee

Yeah.

- You know him?
- No.

Throw the dice, bro.

I don't know what's happening.

I'll be right with you.

May I help you?

- What do you want?
- Not a goddamn candy bar.

There.
Now get the hell out.

What the fuck are you,
a comedian?

You trying to be funny?

Listen, motherfucker,
I am tired of niggas like you

coming up in here
with your little toys,

trying to take some shit
that don't belong to you.

This is my shit.
Get a fucking...

Now I'm gonna count to three.

A count is always good, yeah?

One...

Don't sneeze.

Two...

Wait wait! Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

Excuse you.

Gosh.
Mecca? Mecc...

Fuck.

Who the fuck are you?

Honey, honey,

I just got to page 83
and this is definitely

one of your best scripts.

I can't wait to see
what happens next.

I also can't wait
till you get home.

Love you for life.

All right.

- Maybe if we had the...
- Happy anniversary!

Ooh shit!

- Wait. Wait wait wait wait!
- Whoo!

- Come on, man.
- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- Baby, baby, I'm sorry.
- What are they doing here?

What were you... we're
working on the script.

It's our anniversary, Howard.

Baby, i'm... are you okay?

I'm fine!
Just leave me alone.

Baby, why aren't you at work?

I left work early
because I thought

this was an important day.

I promise you
I'll make this up to you.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

This is my career.

And I am your wife.

We'll have other anniversaries.

I wouldn't bet on it,

especially considering
your poor gambling record.

Hey, girl.

Debbie, what are you doing here?

What the hell
are you doing here?

What the hell am I doing here?

Look, it is
your anniversary, okay?

You need to be home
with Howard, fucking him.

Well, how can I
when he's at home

fucking his $3 million script?

- Well look, you can't stay here.
- What?

I got... I got shit to do.

Go home, get those
brothers out of your house

and go be with your man.

I'm not going back there.

Look, Debbie, just today
of all days, okay?

Please, go home and be with him.

I'm not going back there, tam.

Case closed.

Shit!

All right, listen,
the wife will be there

when the waterbed guy arrives.

No no.

Let's have her
go upstairs afterwards,

then find the waterbed guy
working on the bed.

Yeah, then she fucks him
in the bedroom. That's hot!

Wait wait wait wait.

And the husband is doing what?

- He's asleep.
- Yeah.

- That's stupid and I don't like it.
- Why why?

Because it wasn't Howard's idea?

Why does everything have to be
your way or no way?

Because it's my project.

And if you don't like it,
you know where the door is.

Excuse me.

I'm gonna go
to the little boys' room.

Little boys' room?

You have to shit, man, or piss!

What's with this
little boys' room shit, tre?

- You wanna hold it for me?
- What the...

Howard, man, I ain't
used to this shit, b.

He's fucking with me, man.

Damn.

Dessert?-.

Tam, all you had
was a salad, girl.

And all I needed was a salad.

How many fat black actresses
do you know in Hollywood?

I guess that's a no.

Okay. Well, I'll be back
with your check, all right?

So you're really serious
about this acting stuff.

Yes, I am.

I will be living
in Beverly Hills one day.

- That is a fact.
- Okay then.

You know what?
You need to tell that brother

that if he don't
make you number one,

you're gonna two-step
your way out of his life.

I'll never leave Howard.

I've been in love with
that man since I was a kid.

He's the only man
I've ever been with.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Ladies, there's your bill.

- Have a good afternoon,
all right? Thank you. - Thanks.

So where to now?

I don't know.

I say we go get those
brothers out of your house.

- No.
- Well then, what, Deb?

The mall.

I've got it!

- Hello.
- Hey, how you doing, man?

My car stopped
just down the road

and I was wondering
if I could use your phone.

I'll ride you...

Meaning to your house
or wherever you need to go.

Thanks for the offer,
but just the phone, please.

Sure.

- Yo, tre, who is it?
- ♪ it's a man.

Man, you better
get in there, man.

Damn!

"It's a man."
♪ it's a man.

What the fuck?

Hey hey, so what's going on?

Well, um, this gentleman's
vehicle stopped running

and it needs to be looked at.

I offered.

I'm... I'm sure you did.

So what do you wanna do?
You wanna use the phone, what?

- If it's not too much trouble.
- No, there's no problem.

Normally I don't allow
strangers into my home.

Hey, I'm the same way.
I understand perfectly.

Howard, um, don't worry.

I will keep my eyes on him.

Man, the phone
is over there, all right?

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah, no... no problem.

- Thanks a lot.
- What?

So who's that?

A beautiful creature of god.

If you want me
to stop talking about men,

you stop talking about women.

Men always talk
about women, dumbass.

- Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
- Hey, yo yo!

Hey, even this brother
agrees with me.

- About what?
- Tell him, tell him.

The woman should be there
when the waterbed guy arrives.

- Why?
- What makes you an expert?

- And who the hell are you?
- This is...

- Silk is the name.
- Yeah yeah.

See, I just happen
to know women.

Now if she was having an
affair with the waterbed guy,

she wouldn't be there so she can
monitor her husband's movements.

- It's just common sense.
- Monitor.

Well, I just ain't
think of it like that.

That's because
you never think, period.

Didn't you ride the short
yellow bus to school?

Nigga, shut your ass up.

Sorry.

That's the last area
youwant closed.

- You cats are funny, man.
- Yeah well, I wish they'd put

some of that funny stuff
in the script.

- Yeah yeah, well, I need a break.
- I second that.

Look look, no no no.
We're not finished.

Chill out, yo.
Chill out, on the real.

Nah, bro, I think
he might be right, man.

You know, a mind too active
is no mind at all.

What the fuck was that?

One of aesop's greatest cliches?

And what would
you suggest, Mr. Silk?

I'm glad you asked.

Poker.

Always works for me.

All right, well, I don't usually
partake unless the pot is sweet.

Well, I got a couple
of bucks to spare.

You with it?

Yeah well, yeah. Let's do this.
Let's do this.

- Howard.
- What's up?

- Let me talk to you real quick, b.
- Okay.

- Tre, you know...
- So what do y'all like to play...

- Five card or seven card?
- How about stud?

Yeah, so what's up?

- You trust him?
- Why?

There's three of us
and one of him.

What's he gonna do?

- I ain't afraid. Are you?
- Please.

Okay, well then,
let's take his money and get back to work.

Stop bitching.

All right, deal 'em up.

He was black,
but not your style.

- I'll be right back.
- Ooh, shit.

This is cute.

Girl, turn the light on.

Who's this?

Let's go.

Where are we going?

I thought we were
going to the mall.

I shopped and found what I want.

What?

That.

You've been holding out on me.

I don't know who that is.

Well, don't you think
you need to find out?

I mean, he is at your house.

Well, apparently he's a
friend of my husband's.

I want him.

You don't even know who he is.

Debbie, god sent that man to me.

You said that about
the last 12 guys.

Okay well, then maybe
Satan sent him.

I don't know and I don't care.

I need to have that man.

Ain't he hot?

Just like the devil.

Yeah, let's separate the boys from the men.

Three Jacks. Yes yes!

- Three aces.
- Shit.

- I don't have shit.
- And my wife thanks you.

So, what about you,
Mr. Satin?

I'm sorry.
Mr. Silk.

- I got deuces.
- You know what I'm saying?

This is not about
whether you win or lose...

- four deuces. Whoops. - Fuck!

And I thought we were writing.

And you must be
the lady of the house.

- Happy anniversary.
- How did you know?

Well, I saw the decorations
and they're beautiful.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'm glad somebody noticed them.

Look, I need a beer.
Does anybody want one?

- Hit me up.
- No, I'm good, man.

Hi!
I'm Tammy.

- Hey, how you doing?
- I didn't get your name.

I don't remember
giving it to you.

Silk is the name.

Silk.

Interesting.

I was conceived on silk sheets.

But now I can't
stay off of them.

My god.

Well,
I have silk sheets on my bed.

And so do I.

I do!

Ooh!

You know, since you're
the lady of the house,

why don't you do the honors?

- Excuse me?
- No disrespect, bro.

- I'll get it.
- No disrespect.

- My god.
- Bullshit!

- That's fucked up.
- How did he do that?

- I'd better be going now.
- So soon?

Yeah.

Well, me and Debbie
will walk you out.

Okay.

Thanks for the
hospitality, fellas.

- Good luck with the script.
- Yeah.

- Silk.
- Yeah.

I, um... I have
something to ask you.

What's up?

I'll go wait outside
with the guys.

- No.
- Yes.

They will need an actress's
point of view on the script,

so I will go give it to them.

Okay.

Listen, don't be a stranger.

- Take care.
- All right.

Well, I guess you're
wondering what this is about.

You're bored with your husband.

You want to spend the
rest of your life with me.

Am I close?

That's funny.

Not to you.

Let me guess...
You're an artist, right?

That's something
I used to enjoy doing.

Yeah?
Tell me about it.

Well, my dad was an artist.

He passed away when I was six

and left me all his materials.

From that point on
I painted every day.

- Wow.
- I loved it.

- You did this?
- Yeah.

That's my favorite.

It's called "life."

Now how did you come up
with a name like that?

I didn't.
My dad did.

That was a painting he had
started just before he died.

I finished it.

Now he's living, so to speak.

- "Life"... I like that.
- Thank you.

So, why did you stop painting?

I got married.

Marriage stopped you from
doing something you loved?

Well, we moved to L.A.,

spent a couple of years there.

Then my mom passed away
and left us this house,

and now we're here.

So why did you stop?

Traveling and Howard
needing my support

- with his career. - Well,
what about you? Don't you have a career?

I'm a secretary
at an insurance agency.

Now that sounds fulfilling.

You mind if I take you up
on that beer?

This way.

Why are you trying to
change our story, man?

I'm trying to give it to you

from another perspective,
Maurice.

- Damn, hos are always trying to
change shit. - Who you calling a ho?

First of all,
why are you out here?

Second, how the hell
would you know

what a wife would do when
you have never been married?

Look, I don't have
to be married, okay?

I've had plenty of experiences,
I'll have you know.

- You get it, girl.
- Not like that.

Ho ho ho, exactly like that.

You wanna know
something, Howard?

If you wasn't Debbie's husband

I would tell you
to kiss my pretty ass.

And if you weren't
her best friend,

I would tell you to suck my...

- excuse me, do we really
need to go there? Go where?

Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.

So did you talk to him?

I, um... I haven't told him yet.

Well, what were y'all doing?

He was looking at my paintings.

Debbie, you need to be
painting a picture of me

and making it look
like a batisse.

- Matisse.
- Whatever!

I will, okay?
I will.

But I think I should go
tell Howard what I'm doing.

No no no no no no.

You don't need to tell him
anything, okay?

I don't need him
fucking with my future.

So how's the writing coming?

They're still at it.

Well, thank you very much
for this beer.

It definitely hit the spot.

We sort of got off the subject.

Um...

I didn't really know we were on a subject.

Well, my girlfriend Tammy,

she's... she's interested in you.

- Really?
- She's nice and easy-going.

My interest lies elsewhere.

So you're involved with someone?

Not yet, but soon...

Very very soon.

- Ouch.
- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Well, you don't look fine.

I hurt it earlier, but I'm fine.

- Let me take a look at it.
- It's okay.

Please.
I want to help you.

- Okay?
- Look...

- Come here.
- What are you doing?

You gotta take the
weight off that foot.

My husband...

Don't even worry about him.

This'll only take a minute.

Okay?

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Don't worry.
Don't worry.

It'll take you just a
minute, all right?

There.

All right.

How's that?

So you think
I should paint again?

- Definitely, full time.
- That's a risk.

The universe will reward you

for taking risks on its behalf.

The universe?

So what should I paint?

Whatever's on your mind.

My husband, my job, bills...

None of those represent
the true you.

That's what's on my mind.

- Close your eyes.
- Why?

Well, I shut my eyes
in order to see.

I want you to try.

I see better with them open.

Then what you're seeing, sweetheart,
just ain't worth painting.

Now I want you to go back.

Where?

To the realm of your childhood.

No peeking.

- My childhood.
- Yes...

No husband, no job, no bills.

I want you to release
your mind, body and soul.

Your life is now carefree.

You are now in a place
where logic and common sense

just won't interfere
with your vision.

You have escaped
all human limits.

Now you can just be you...

No one to judge you,

no one to say no to you.

Everything in this place is just right.

Smell the sweet scent
of the blossoming flowers.

Just right?

Listen to the sound
of the ocean.

Let your body flow
with the waves.

What are you desiring?

What are you craving?

Just ask for it
and you shall receive it.

All I wanted...

Hey, what are you
doing up there?

Baby, what are you
doing on the counter?

Well, I, um...
I reinjured my ankle.

Well... well,
maybe I should come and look at it.

No no, I'm okay.

- I'm fine.
- Obviously.

- So,
how's the... the... - writing.

Writing, yeah.
How's it going?

It's going... baby,
are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm fine.

Everything's, well, fine.

- Okay, well,
I really should... - no no.

Howard, I want you
to take me in the bedroom

and make love to me like
you've never done before.

No.

Baby, but I need you.

- Babe, baby...
- I need you.

Baby, baby, baby, look,
now you know I can't leave

those idiots out there
by themselves.

It's been a month.

Come on now,
you're exaggerating.

Actually, it's been two months.

Okay okay, look.

I promise when we're done,
I'll come in and we can...

We can do a little something.

Cool?

Cool.

All right.

And by the way,
could you please tell that bitch...

I ain't going nowhere.

This is my house.

No, this is Debbie's house.

Her mother left it for her.

- Your broke ass don't own shit.
- You know what?

- You got one more time to disrespect me.
- Or what?

My cousin'll be
down here so fast

you wouldn't know what to do.

You two used to
get along so well.

- What happened?
- I was faking it.

- Where's my man?
- I don't know.

- Well, where did he go?
- We were talking

and I turned my back,
he disappeared.

Disappeared?

So what?
Poof, just like that?

What is he, a fucking magician?

You know what?
Never mind.

Did you tell him about me?

He said his interest
lies elsewhere.

Okay.

So he got a woman.

They married?

We didn't get into all that.

Well, damn, Debbie,
what did you get into?

You was with him forever.

What?

Nothing.

- Why are you looking down there.
- Nothing.

What...

What are these
doing on the floor?

What? What are you
talking about?

Nuh.
I know you didn't.

No, you didn't.

No!

Girl, why would I do
something like that?

I'm married!
This is my anniversary.

And obviously it didn't
make a bit of difference.

- Come on, tam.
- "come on, tam," nothing.

You know what, Debbie?
I could care less

what you do to that
sorry-ass husband of yours.

But what you did to me...
That's fucked up.

You know what?
You foul.

Tam. Tam!

God.

Can I help now, daddy?

Not now, sweetheart.

I wanna paint just like
you when I grow up.

- Why?
- Because I love you.

Well, I love you too,
sweetheart.

I love you so much.

And one day you'll paint
better than me.

All right, you take this brush.

I want you to put some purple down
on that where the dark side is.

There we go.

Right... yeah,
right there on that.

There we go.
Very good.

Very very good.

That's very...

Hey, Howard, this is not
a script note.

I was just wondering
if you would object to me

painting again full time.

Think about it and let me know.

I love you.

Yo, how, we need to talk
about this money shit, yo.

What about it?

All right,

so all we have to do
is finish this script

and we get 3 mil
from your contacts in L.A.?

Yes, I mean, for...
What... the 30th time.

What, you don't trust me?

I mean, it ain't that, man.
It's just, you know,

making sure we ain't
wasting our time

when we're gonna
have to kick ass.

Look, man, I totally
understand, okay?

But trust me, I'm gonna take care of
both of you. I won't let you down.

- Cool.
- All right? Let's just take care of this.

But on the real, man,

I think we should call it a day.

- What? Why?
- Because he's tired.

I'm tired.
It's your anniversary.

I am not happy with my life.

I can't make her happy.

We need to finish this script.

Then you'd better be
aware of the waterbed guy.

The waterbed guy?

- Well well.
- Aw, shit.

- Big mo.
- What did I do now?

- You tell me.
- God.

Shit, I'm clean, dawg.

Can I help you, officer?

An escaped convict was spotted
in this area last night.

- From Mansfield.
- Yeah, and he's very dangerous.

Excuse me, officer,
if you don't mind telling us,

what was he in jail for?

- That's not important.
- Come on, come on, man.

You gots to give us the
lowdown on this gangster.

- I might know him.
- And if you do?

Well, that depends
on who it is, officer.

- He's a male gigolo.
- A prostitute?

A high-class prostitute.

Well, you might know him, tre.

Seems he fell in love with
one of his married clients.

He was serving a life sentence
for killing her husband.

- What?
- His name is Andrew Anderson.

- He may be going by an alias though.
- Fuck!

- What? You seen him?
- He was here, man.

- This man was here?
- Yes!

- We played cards with him.
- Which way did he go?

Hey, Pete Walker.

So who's up for another
game of poker?

- What the...
- Were you thinking about me?

- What the hell are you doing in here?
- Nobody's here.

We've got the whole
place to ourselves.

- Just stop! - I'm just trying
to get your robe for you, baby.

Okay, go.

- So did you miss me?
- Where's my husband?

You weren't thinking
about him before.

I don't know why you're
thinking about him now.

- Look, I am a married woman.
- Yeah, I know.

But you don't want him
like you want me.

Look, I don't want you!

So who were you
making love to just now?

It damn sure wasn't your husband.

Well, it damn sure wasn't you.

Where you going?
They're gone.

See?
I told you.

Beer? The refrigerator's
full of them.

Look, it's time for you to go.

I'd rather stay.

Look, I know what happened
earlier was a mistake.

- In whose eyes?
- Mine.

You wanted me, Debbie.

- You...
- You still do.

You are really trippin'.

We're soul mates, baby.

If you don't leave,
you're gonna meet your cell mate.

- You're still here?
- Where are you going?

To find my husband
and bring his behind home.

- Now get out.
- Let me go with you.

- No.
- I know what bar they went to

and we can take the motorcycle.

Vroom vroom.

Why are we stopping?

- Why are we stopping?
- Come on.

- Debbie?
- Yes.

- How did you know my name?
- Your husband's here.

- He is?
- Yes.

Just take a left
at the last exhibit.

Thank you.

Why did you lie to that lady?

She told you?

I don't see anything funny.

It's just wishful
thinking, sweetheart.

Look, silk, I want to go home.

What do you think
about this one?

Did you hear what I just said?

See, your work is so much
better than this stuff,

especially the "life" painting.

Yeah, I can see that in a place like this.

You know,
every child's an artist.

The only problem is

how to remain an artist
once he's grown up.

Pablo Picasso.

You're a reader.

Well, I've had a lot of time
over the past few years.

Why is that?

Just had the time.

What do you think about this?

It's all right.

Yeah, but...

See, there's something wrong with this one,

but I just can't pinpoint it.

If this was your work of art,

what would you have
done differently?

The textures are a little dull.

Probably created more depth
to the background

by using a darker contrast

than the normal blue
that's used.

The trees are too modern
for a period piece.

That dark green grass
is too dominant.

Many interesting shapes
and figures going on,

but I don't quite understand

what this artist
is trying to say,

except for maybe
the grass was green

in the early 19th century.

See, with my art,

I want people to look at it,

admire it,
take something from it...

You know, something that will
help them in their lives maybe.

I'd die to have my paintings
up in a place like this.

Well, you know what?

You've grown up and
you're still an artist.

Please don't throw
that gift away.

Howard?

Honey?

- You can wait right here.
I'll be right back. - Okay.

I'll be right here.

God.

I don't understand him.

Where...

- What are you doing?
- Isn't it obvious?

- Get out!
- I think you're trapped in a life

you desperately want out of.

I think I'm your answer.

I think I can give you
what you want

- and what you need.
- I want you to leave.

What you want and what you need

are attention, support, respect,

but most of all you
need to be stimulated.

What happened to love?

For people like us,
love just ain't got shit to do with it.

Silk, you need to get out

of the jacuzzi, please.

You and I are risk takers.
Don't you understand?

We like to live dangerously.

But you can't
do that now, can you?

You can't do that with your...
With your husband.

And you think you're
the man for the job?

The kitchen counter,
the bathtub...

It's not a bad resume
if you ask me.

You're funny.

Come on, it's time
for you to go.

What are you doing?

Stop, no no...

No, stop!

- god.

What happened, baby?
Who did this to you?

I wouldn't do that.

Step away, sweetheart.

You did this?

Untie him!

- I can't do that.
- Why are you doing this?

I want you to go
downstairs, Debbie.

- Why?
- Because I said so!

Excuse me, baby.

- Why...
- Sit your ass down.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Hey, I want you
to go away with me.

No, so untie them.

You know, from the moment we met

I knew we were made
for each other.

- You're crazy.
- Yes, I know.

I'm crazy about you.

And I know you feel
the same way.

I don't know what's going on,

but I need for this
to stop, okay?

Now just release them.

- Are you going away with me?
- Hell no!

That's very disappointing.

So how long will it take
for you to pack?

Sweetheart, I'm talking to you.

- Why?
- I want you,

and normally I get what I want.

Baby, you don't have
to be scared of me.

I would never ever ever
hurt you, okay?

Come here.
Give me a hug.

Please, no.

Okay, obviously you need
time to think about this

and I need time to get rid of his car.

You know I hate
doing this to you, right?

Hey, how's it going, buddy?

Hey, can I ask you a question?

I'll take that as a yes.

How do you feel about your wife

wanting another man?

I know that's gotta hurt in
here, doesn't it?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does.

See, Howie,
I've known guys just like you

ever since I was in high school.

I know you more than
you know your wife.

When was the last time
you made her come?

Can't remember, can you?

Well, for your information,
I've known her a few hours

and she's come twice...

Maybe three times.

I lose count.

So why don't I give you guys

a chance to talk
some things out,

you know, say your goodbyes
and stuff like that?

I'll be back.

You'll never get away with it.

What what what?

Did you write
that line yourself?

No wonder you're a starving
artist, no-talent motherfucker.

Sweetheart, love you.

Take it light.
I'll be back, bros.

I'll be back.

Hey, Howie, hope you don't mind

if I borrow
some of this plastic.

Don't wanna fuck up
your pretty-ass carpet.

You know, i...

I really do hope it was worth
it, you know?

Three years of marriage

thrown away for some quick dick.

Did you use a condom?

In the jacuzzi... now that...

Now that was creative.

Shit, maybe I need to
have him write the script.

Speaking of which,
is that the way this...

This marriage thing works?

I mean, I bust my ass
making countless sacrifices

so you can be happy.

But the minute I need you,
my wife, to stand by me

and be patient,
you betray me like this!

Are you that pathetic?

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

You're a sorry little
bitch, all right.

You know, maybe if you
were fucking me

I wouldn't have had to fuck him.

So this is... this is my fault?

You wanna blame this shit on me?

Howard, this is not the time

nor the place to be
talking about this!

Yeah, well,
if your boyfriend has his way,

we'll never talk about it again.

You see that blood
right there, Howard?

That could be our blood

if we don't do
something right now!

Help!

Nobody is going to hear that.

Well, we've got to do something.

Trust me, you've done enough.

Youinvited him into our home.

But that doesn't give you
the right to fuck him.

You two okay?

Whoo!
That was a workout.

I'm back.
Did y'all miss me?

- Thank you.
- You're quite welcome.

What you gonna do with us?

Well, that depends
on the lady of the house.

You can have her.

- Howie, are you mad at me?
- She's all yours.

- What, no fight?
- No, he's not.

You see that, baby?

This is what I'm talking about.

See how they're ready
to throw you to the wolves?

See, I would never do
something like that.

What do you think, big boy?

Fuck that.
I ain't dying for no bitch.

No! - Don't you ever in
your motherfucking life

talk about my woman like that.

- You understand me?
He understands you, silk.

- He understands.
- You're gonna kill us, aren't you?

Shut your faggot ass up!

Now...

Sweetheart, see,

normally I'm not like this.

You understand?

I'm sorry you had to
go through all that.

Look, it's been a long evening.

I want you to go lay down.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not. Come on, let's go.

Come on, it's okay.
He doesn't care. Come on.

You better put a smile
on that face

before I smack one on for you.

Silk, stop, please!

You know, where I'm from

we used to fuck brothers
just like you for lunch.

Then your faggot ass
need to be talking to tre.

Motherfucker!

Okay, that's enough, silk.

I want to go to bed.
I want to go lie down now.

You're so fuckin' lucky.

You'll be the first to go.

That's a promise.

Okay?
I promise you.

That's a promise.

It'll be all right.

Yo...

About that comment, man...

It's all right.
I understand.

- We're all upset.
- Thanks.

Mo, man, I know this...
This situation is...

Look, man,
all I'm saying is don't go

committing suicide
with this idiot.

Man, he ain't gonna let us go.

We can identify his ass.

We can do something.
I'm not ready to die.

Ain't none of us
trying to die, b.

Shit!

You know, man,
y'all introduced me

to this writing shit, man,

gave me hope.

I wasn't trying to do this.

It was probably hood-ass mo.

Go back to prison
or some shit like that, man.

But this script, man...
It was my ticket.

It was... it was my ticket

to fix some stupid-ass mistakes
I made in my life, man.

Look, don't tear up
that ticket just yet.

The way I see it, dawg,

it's already torn...

Into pieces.

Man.

You never gave up on me, b.

I just wanna let you know

that I never gave up on you,

no matter how gay your ass is.

See, nigga, right here

I was with you.

You feelin' me?

Do you feel me?

Thanks.

Yeah.

Don't matter, b.

What's this shit about?

I don't know.

Baby, you don't have
to lie to me, okay?

Just tell me you don't
wanna talk about it.

How do you expect us to have
anything after all this?

We were meant for each other.

And when two people
belong together,

nothing can tear them apart.

We'll be running from the law

for the rest of our lives.

I know. Doesn't that
sound exciting?

No, not at all.

But it will be.
Trust me.

I plan on filling your life
with so much joy...

Something that you
haven't had in a while.

I need a drink.

You need a drink?

Like what, water?

A glass of wine
would be more sufficient.

Where do you keep your bottles?

In the kitchen.

Honey, I can't leave you alone.

- I'll be fine.
- But I won't.

Now I'll go in that bathroom,

get you a nice,
cool glass of tap water.

Okay?

You got cups in there?

All right.

I'll be right back.

By the way, honey,

I disconnected the phone.

I hope you don't mind.

What some people would do
for a glass of wine.

Don't make me get ugly, okay?

- You already are.
- No, I haven't been yet.

But I'll show you ugly.

- I keep my promises.
- Fuck your life!

No, fuck yours.

- Ooh!
- No!

No.

Honey, did you see
what you made me do?

I could've been out
of the country by now.

But no, I had to fall for you.

So why don't you just
stop fucking around,

pack your shit, come with me,

and nobody else has to die.

What do you think?
What do you think?

Do you need
some more persuasion?

Howie, you're up, brother.

- Open your mouth.
- No!

Open your motherfucking mouth!

Now, Debbie, I will blow this
pretty motherfucker's brains

all over the back wall
if you ever disobey me.

What do you think?

I'll do anything you want.

Now I'm glad to see we're
on the same page finally.

Come here.
Come here.

You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

You might wanna pack
something heavy,

just in case it gets
a little chilly.

I know things may seem
a little awkward right now,

but just give it time.

Everything will work out.

Here's your shirt back.

Damn!

Tre, look, come on, man.

You can't give up now.
He may still just let us go.

Take a good look, Howard.

He's gonna kill us
just like he killed mo.

Shit, you still crying
and whimpering and shit?

- God damn.
- Why don't you leave him alone?

You talkin' to me?

You talkin' to me?

You're a sick motherfucker.

That cracked me up.

Who is that, man?
You're a movie man.

I asked you a question, Howie.

Robert De Niro.

Thank you very much.

- Good boy.
- Okay, can we just leave now?

Come on, Tammy, we need
to talk about this.

- It's about time.
- What do you want?

- Um, not you.
- Debbie is not here.

Why are you lying?

She'll be back later, Tammy.

You know something?
I don't like the way you treat her.

What?
Look, I gotta go.

I am not done with you.

- What? - What did you do
with the rest of the money?

What money?

The last $10,000

from her mother's
insurance policy?

Look, that is really
none of your business.

But if you must know,
I lost it gambling.

You know what, Howard?
You are so pathetic.

You don't deserve her.

- Debbie ain't no Saint.
- And neither are you.

- Are you finished?
- Nigga, move.

- Where is she?
- She is not here.

What was that?

I don't know.
It's probably tre.

Goodbye.

You tell Debbie to call
me when she gets home.

And do something with the phone.

It's broke just like you.

Very good.
Very good.

$10,000 gambling?
Stupid motherfucker.

And you stayed with this nigga?

Look, I don't care
about that money.

All right, baby, calm...

Hey hey, don't fuckin'
forget, nigga.

Just calm down, all right, baby?

Okay?

Get the fuck downstairs, stupid.

Fuck.

You'll be all right.
Pretty motherfucker.

You still mad at me, baby?

Now...

So what am I gonna do
with you two?

We won't say anything.

And how would I know that?

I guess you'll just
have to trust us.

No, I'd never trust a man

that steals $10,000
from his wife.

So, gay pride...

How do you wanna die?

- Please.
- No no no no, seriously.

Have you ever thought
about your death?

- Please god, don't.
- I asked you a question!

Why don't you leave him alone?

You like that?

You like that, don't you?

You fuckin' bitch.

Yeah, but I bet
he'd whup your ass.

Haven't you had enough
of betting me?

- If he wins, you let us go.
- Howard!

- This could be fun.
- Not for you.

So what if I win?

- I guess we're dead.
- No, that's... that's ridiculous.

- I agree.
- No no.

It sounds like a good idea...

A great one even.

May the best man or queer win.

- I won't want to fight.
- Come on, man.

Come on.

Please, I don't wanna fight you.

I'm not trying to hear all that.

Howie,

I thought you said
this faggot could fight.

What happened?

You ready to die, motherfucker?

You ready?
What's up, man?

Boy, you shouldn't
have done that.

Come on, bitch.

I know bitches can fight.

Come on.
Come on.

Bitch!

I knew faggots couldn't fight.

Howie, I'm sorry to say it,

but it looks like
you lost another bet, man.

So now the question is
how do you wanna die?

With a two-by-four,
motherfucker!

Who's the bitch now?

Who's the bitch?

What is going on down here?

Tre, what are you doing?

- You don't understand.
- Get off of him!

What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy?

- What is wrong with you?
- You don't understand!

I'll take it from here.

Have you ever heard the phrase

"the wrong place
at the wrong time"?

Get the fuck over there.

Come on.

- My god, is that mo?
- Yeah.

He had an attitude problem, so I fixed it.

He didn't do anything to you!

Are you raising
your voice at me?

You're gonna kill me anyway.

So go ahead and do it.
Go ahead and do it!

If you insist.

Shh!

God damn, girlfriend,

that shit looked like it hurt.

I thought you
would be dead by now.

I guess faggots
just don't die easy.

No!

What's up, man?

Come here, baby.

Let me get you
out of this stuff.

What's the matter, baby?
Why are you looking like that?

Come here.
Come here.

- What's the matter?
- I hate you.

- Honey, please don't say that.
- I hate you!

Come here.
Come here.

Is she always like this?

Maybe you would know.

You sore fucking loser!

- Who's that?
- You are.

It's just a matter of time.

Well, not to state the obvious,

but you're in no position
to make threats.

I will be.

Howie, you got
about five minutes

left on this earth.

Please don't waste it making idle threats.

Shit.

Why women always gotta
make shit difficult?

Debbie, listen up, lover.

Please don't try
anything stupid,

or your horny-ass friend
is dead, okay?

Tre's covered.
Let's go.

- Okay, they're upstairs now.
Tammy, come to papa, baby.

You go get the police and
I'll stay and help Tammy.

I am not leaving you
here with him.

Shh shh.

Silk won't hurt me.

You know he won't.

Now where would a skeezer
like you hide, Tammy?

No, not under the bed.

No, that's too easy.

But...

Let's just find out.

Hey, Tammy, how about
we play a game?

I'll shoot under there.

And if you're under there...

Well, let's just see
what happens.

On three.

A count is always good.

One,

two, thr...

All right, okay okay!

Come on. Come on.

Why would you run from me?

Don't run, tam.
Is that safe?

Come here.

Debbie said you liked me.

You ain't acting
like you like me.

Honey, we're back.

Surprise!
It's over, you asshole!

- What?
- Yeah.

- Debbie, don't do this.
- Now what?

- Get your ass down there.
- What, nigga?

Get down there.

- Get the fuck up.
- You got him, Tammy?

Stop acting like you can't walk.
Move!

You smiling!
Move!

Get up!
Get up!

Sit down.

- Why don't you make up your mind?
- Sit!

What the fuck are you
gonna do now?

Do I sense a little
deja vu here?

Yeah.

Maybe she'll shoot you
just like you shot them.

Well, I wasn't really
talking about that.

Well, I was.

- But where's Howard?
- He's getting the police.

Yeah well, I don't wanna wait.

I wanna shoot this
motherfucker right now.

No no, it's too easy.

I just love a violent woman.

Really?

Somebody tell me what
the fuck is going on.

I can answer that.

Debbie and I are
running away together.

I would never run away with you.

I guess now is the wrong
time to ask for a kiss?

No no no,
fuck that slapping shit.

It tastes almost
as good as your pussy.

Baby girl,

you don't know
how much I love pain,

especially when
it's coming from you.

Really?

Really?

- Let's just see about that.
Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm giving you love, baby boy.

I know ain't about
to cut my shit off.

Yes, we are,
Mr. Motherfuckin' lover.

- Who let a motherfucker out?
- Debbie, don't fucking do that shit.

- Don't do that shit.
- It ain't like you could use it in jail.

- Or maybe you can.
- Don't do that shit.

We won't be able
to make love no more.

You fuckin' punk,
take it like a man!

- You don't wanna do that.
- On three.

- Debbie! Don't do it.
- A count is always good.

- Don't play with me. Listen to me.
- One...

- Don't fuckin' do this shit!
- Two, three!

Wait! What the hell
is going on here?

- Where are the cops?
- They're on their way.

I came back to help you two.

Yeah well, as you can see,
we are doing just fine.

What are you gonna do
with that in your hand?

And I'm not talking about the knife.

Look, he's not worth it.

Look, why didn't you
bring the cops with you?

I'm glad I didn't
or else you two

would be going to jail
right along with him.

- Do you know how to use that?
- Yes, I do.

I don't need no college degree

to pull a motherfucking trigger.

Then you should know
when the safety is on.

Thank you.

Debbie, you all right?

I... I need to get out of here.

- Let's wait outside.
I can't let you do that, baby.

God.

We can't let you do that.

What are you doing?

Taking Hollywood by storm, baby.

What the hell does that mean?

It means your husband
sold you out

- for a break into Hollywood.
- What?

Once the media finds out about the
massacre that went on here tonight,

everybody's gonna want my story.

I'll be an instant success.

Now I know that this may come
as a surprise to you two,

but none of the scripts
that I wrote previously sold.

But this one... this one's
gonna sell big-time.

Let me get this straight.

You had your
writing partners killed

for a story you haven't
even sold yet?

Think about it.

They were the perfect victims
for my real-life drama...

Gullible and stupid.

I mean,
can you believe that they fell

for that line
about the $3 million?

They deserve to be dead.

Ignorance like that
can be dangerous.

So I guess you were gonna
have me killed as well.

- You sick, mother...
- Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

- Back it up. Back it up.
- Go ahead, make his day.

Clint Eastwood,
"dirty Harry."

When did you two become
such good friends?

- Who the fuck are you?
- Look, man, just calm down.

I just wanna talk to you, okay?

We're not good friends.

We're business partners.

I made him an offer
he couldn't refuse.

- Who's that?
- The godfather.

Let me guess... $10,000.

Well, actually five.

But we're gonna discuss
the other five in a minute.

So that's where the money went.

The price of fame can be costly.

Where did you go with my bike?

That wasn't part of the plan.

Just having a little fun.

You know what they say,

"all work and no play,"
et cetera, et cetera.

- Fun.
- Yeah.

Is that like...
Like killing a cop?

Or... or could that mean
more like shoving your gun

6" down my throat?

But you know,
the real joy... the real joy came

as I got to watch you stick
your 3" dick into my wife.

See, now that's a lie.

I stuck an 8" dick
into your wife.

Yeah.

Silk, look, I know that this
is your first acting gig

and there are things that
you may or may not know,

so I'll help you out.

The way that actors,
you, make their money,

the thousands of dollars
that I'm paying you,

is that they don't
change my lines,

meaning they don't fuck

with my script.

If you wanna have fun,
do it on your off day.

You know, like a mailman.

Now did anybody see you?

- No. - Good good. Very good.

Can you believe we did it?

We fuckin' did it.

So you mean after all that
bullshit you just said,

you approve of my performance?

Yeah!

I mean, all things considered.

I mean, especially...
Especially...

I love the way you just shoot.

I mean, without hesitation.

Just like,
"I keep my promises."

So...

How are you planning
on doing my wife?

What, bullet to the head?

Knife to the throat?

Don't tell me.

You're gonna fuck
her brains out.

Look, man,
have some of this and lighten up.

No, I'll pass.

Silk, don't be a pussy.

Howie, you'd better watch
your fuckin' mouth.

Fuck you.

Fuck who?

So this is how you treat the
guy who saved your balls?

- Howie, I don't give
a fuck about you.

Where's the other half
of my money?

You're not finished yet.

All right, I'll take out
the wife and the girlfriend.

And I want my money and I'm
getting the fuck out of dodge.

- Tammy is off-limits.
- Why?

I told you,
I wanna do her myself.

It's personal.

You fuck!

Thank you.

Fuckin' actors.

I think that, um...

Wethink that
your plan is brilliant.

Really?

Yeah. Yeah,
we think it'll work.

And we wanna help.

Well, I'm surprised
to hear you say that.

Well, you shouldn't be.

I mean, Howard, you are one of,

- if not the most
intelligent men...

Where were you?

Hello?
Where have you been?

I had to make a run.

In the middle
of the fuckin' plan?

Look, forget it.
Forget it. It's time.

You're a fool, man.

What? Why?

For throwing all this
away for a fantasy.

We live in a sensational
society, my friend.

You understand?

The world of reality
pictures in television.

I mean, they can't get enough
of this blood and Gore stuff.

What if nobody wants your shit?

They'll want it, believe me.

And the risk of losing a
woman like Debbie is worth it?

Debbie?

Silky, you fucked Debbie

right in my fuckin' jacuzzi!

With your fuckin' help!

Yeah.

But the only thing that matters

is that she did it.

Just like that?

Yeah, just like that.

Well, ladies, this is it.

I prefer to do this
from the back.

Pretty faces make me weak.

- Can we talk?
- Let's just get this over with.

Please?

I really need to speak with you.

What's up?

I... since we've been here,

I've had some time to do
some soul searching.

And... well,
what I'm really trying to say is that

now that I know my husband really
doesn't give a damn about me,

I'm a free woman.

And, like you suggested,

I'm gonna let my body
flow with the waves.

You remember it?

Of course.

You asked me
what I was desiring,

what I was craving.

And you said to just ask
and I'll receive.

What do you want?

I want to live dangerously
and flow with the waves.

So what are you saying?

The waves are flowing
in your direction.

- Debbie, don't do this.
- Shut up.

I've been trapped
in Howard's world

for far too long.

Now I need to be with someone

who stimulates me.

And, silk, you are definitely
the man for the job.

I was hired to kill you.

Howard's plan can still work
without killing me.

- And me.
- Come on.

You said it yourself.

You said it... you and I
are risk takers.

Hey, let's just take a risk

and get the hell
out of this city

and the hell
out of this country.

You know, your offer
almost sounds sincere.

Don't doubt me, silk.

You know how I feel about you.

The kitchen counter,
the bathtub.

What? Did I miss
something here?

If I thought you were
serious, maybe I would...

How could I prove it to you?

You can give me a sneak
preview of what to expect.

I thought I already did that.

I want you to do me.

Do you how?

Don't be so naive, Debbie.

He wants you to suck that dick.

Baby.

You're gonna get that

and much more
when we get out of here.

I want it now.

What... how...

I can't do that in front of her.

- I fuckin' knew it.
- Silk.

Look, you said that
you would respect me.

Now sucking your dick
in front of my friend here

is not my idea of respect.

Yeah, you're right.

Thank you.

Let's go upstairs.

I think you should go.

And suck it good,

because our lives depend on it.

You don't know how long I've
been waiting to do this.

Tell me.

I'd rather show you.

No, I'm shy.

Baby, do your thing.

Is it done?

Sorry to disappoint you.

Whoa whoa, baby.
Don't shoot, okay?

And you said I was pathetic?

I loved you since I was a child.

Didn't care if you had a dime,

a penny or a pot to piss in.

The only thing
that mattered to me

was that you and I
were together.

Well, baby, look,
just... just give me a second to think

and we can still be together.

No no no no no. No.

You ruined everything, Howard.

No no, baby.
I can fix this.

I mean, writing is rewriting.

I can just change the ending.

- I can make you the hero.
- Howard, the computer is turned off!

Baby, look, you don't understand

what it's like
to want something...

I mean, to want something
so bad, so goddamn bad,

that the only thing
that matters is that.

That takes time, Howard!

I thought you knew that.

Baby, my time is running out!

You're still young.

You had your whole life
ahead of you.

And you had me.

I loved you unconditionally.

I was your biggest supporter.

I gave up my dreams
because of you.

And this...

This is how you repay me?

Baby, you're right.

I mean, you were
the perfect wife.

I had to find a way
to make you unperfect.

I told silk to give me
a reason to hate you

and he delivered.

You tricked me
into having an affair?

What... what...

I just stopped
making love to you.

You had the affair on your own.

- Let's go.
- Where?

- Jail.
- Come on, Debbie.

- Baby, don't do this!
- Move move!

Hey, it's me.

Shit!

I can't go to jail, baby.

Move, get in here.

I said get in here.

Look, you can give me
my gun back now.

I see we're in control again.

What are you, stupid?
I'm in control.

You wanna be like that?

Okay okay.

Look, Debbie, honey,
baby, sugar, listen.

All we have to do
is say that silk

is responsible
for this whole massacre

and we're home free, home free.

Baby, please, tell me
that I can depend on you.

God damn it, Debbie!

Don't make this difficult.

I'm trying to save
your life, our lives.

Fuck!

Okay, just think.
Let me just think.

Hey. Well?

Well, what?

Howard, don't fuckin' do this.

Look, she won't listen to me,
so you'd better talk to her.

- You fuckin' promised.
- Look, I am not going down alone.

What the hell is going on here?

You promised to wait
until this was over.

Well, Tammy, shit has changed.

You're just
a fuckin' little shit!

God, no no.

Debbie, I am so sorry.

Why?

You were my best friend,
for Christ's sakes.

I trusted you!

Debbie, it sounded like
a good idea at the time.

I don't... fuckin' Howard!

- What, killing me was a good idea?
- No no.

I mean... I don't know.
I don't know.

I was just... just looking
at the big picture.

Money and fame.

I never thought
I would feel like this.

Hey hey hey hey, me neither.

You shut up!
You shut your mouth!

What? What?

You fuckin' him too?

Well, whoo.

You're good, tam.

You're good.

You did tell me you'd be living

in Beverly Hills one day.

I just didn't think you'd...

You'd lose your integrity
to get there.

As much as I hate to break up
this great dialogue,

we need to make a decision?

So you were gonna be
the star of the movie?

What the fuck do you think?

Howie, why didn't you tell me
she was involved?

Are you talking to me?

Because my fuckin' name
is not Howie.

It's Howard!

And that information,

you sick dying son of a bitch,

is none of your
damn business, okay?

What? Have y'all
made a decision?

I said have you made
a fuckin' decision?

Go, Debbie!
Get the fuck out of here.

She's dead.

Baby.

Baby.

You'll never die.

You hear me, baby?

I took care of it for you.

Get away from her.

I said get away from her.

No loose ends, right?

I should have expected it.

Don't hesitate, Howie.

And this is our
most recent painting.

It's by a father and a daughter,

and they call it "life."

That's when he, he...

He killed mo.

And then he killed tre.

And he brought us up
here... me... me and Debbie.

And she tried to... she
tried to run and he...

I tried...

If it hadn't been for Tammy, i...

That son of a bitch.
That son of a bitch!

Look, you did a good thing here.

And, ma'am, you're a hero.

Now my best friend is dead.

I ain't no hero.

Hey, Andrew Anderson can't
hurt anybody else anymore,

and you two are
responsible for that.

All right. All right,
we'll finish this later.

Well...

We did it.

A bittersweet victory.

Yeah.

But it's still a victory.

And I can't wait
for the celebration.

Anderson, you are lucky.

Damn you're lucky.

What?

What, did you find something?

It's still recording, sir.

Play it back.