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(mysterious whirring hum)

(sirens wail)

- Bad dream.

- I don't know how you sleep with this

much cash in the room.

- [Jimmy] Wish I hadn't now.

- Yeah, you don't look so great.

- Like I said, bad dream.

- Let me guess, about the cop?

(sirens wail)

(tense dramatic music)

- Freeze, drop your weapon.

(gunfire)

(screaming)

- No.

It's not that, it's just a,

it's just a bad dream.

(knock at door)

Alright, early.

I like that.

- Who's early?

Hey Mr. Ryan said we sit tight, here alone, right?

- Live a little, why don't you?

- What are you doing, Jimmy?

- Call it a bonus, O'Brien, for saving my ass back there.

(gunfire) (screaming)

(tense dramatic music)

Cynthia, meet my associate Mr. O'Brien.

(giggles)

- [O'Brien] She ain't one Mr. Ryan's girls?

- Nah, it's on me.

Say thanks.

Look, you can use the other room.

Knock yourself out, don't break the bed or the girl.

(tense mysterious pop music)

- Money, it's been said it is the route of all evil.

Well tonight, in this seedy motel room,

two men are about to find out that is the devil's

honest truth, that when the fickle finger

of fate points in your direction,

the most innocuous omen might be the harbinger of doom

and it make come in the most enticing package

with a heart that beats of pure deceit.

So tonight, I bequeath to you the white flower.

- You okay?

- Fine, just a bad dream.

- [Cynthia] Oh yeah, what about?

- Flowers.

White flowers.

Look, it doesn't matter.

Just, just go.

- Why the fuss, what the fuck?

Are you serious?

- Look, just go.

- Alright, I'm going.

Shit, what's the hurry?

Whoa.

(soft mysterious sensual music)

- This is uh, Barbara.

You think you're the only one that was gonna have fun?

- I'll take care of Jimmy, Cynthia will take care of you.

- I sure will.

- After all, you boys had a busy day.

- [Jimmy] Everybody on the fucking ground.

Get on the ground, get on the ground.

What the fuck...

(jumbled overlapping shouting)

On the ground man.

- [O'Brien] Don't look at me!

- [Jimmy] Down, down, down on the floor.

Who are you staring at?

On the ground, on your knees.

- [O'Brien] Would you be so nice to fill that bag

with some money?

You, I'm gonna put a bullet right in your head.

you stay right there.

- [Jimmy] You put a dye pack in there, you're a dead woman,

you're a dead woman.

- [O'Brien] Think you're badder than a bullet?

Are you badder than a bullet?

Huh, I didn't think so.

Keep your head down, you wanna keep it.

(indistinct shouting)

- [Jimmy] Hurry up, hurry up.

(crying)

(tense dramatic music)

- Give him the night of his life.

He's earned it.

- I will.

- Don't worry about Cynthia,

she'll take good care of your friend.

- He is not my friend.

- Obviously.

- Where'd you find her?

- Under one of the better rocks.

Don't worry, you can trust her.

- [Jimmy] Is that right?

- As much as you trust me.

(laughing)

- Hey, whoa.

Look, not so rough buddy.

Hey, I said take it easy, alright?

God.

This is a $500.00 dress here.

I'm gonna charge you extra for it.

God.

You know I mean, it seems like you might be a high roller.

I'm sure you might want to save a little extra

in case you want a little extra later, you know?

Right?

(soft mysterious music)

Where'd you get them?

- Officer down, officer down.

(gunshot and wet splat)

(tense dramatic music)

- Don't worry about where I got em.

Worry about what I'm gonna do with them.

(sexy jazz flute)

- Well you know, I think I may have a better idea.

I think you're gonna like it.

- [O'Brien] Oh yeah?

- I know you're gonna like it.

Have you been naughty?

(laughing)

I bet you have.

- [O'Brien] I've been a bad boy.

- I'm supposed to call Mr. Ryan.

- You look like you could use this.

How'd it go?

- It's a fucking mess.

Alarm got tripped, turned into a goddamn cop convention.

- You made it out, you're alive.

- Oh I am more than just alive.

I am rich.

(chuckles)

(knock at door)

(tense mysterious music)

- Calm down.

(knocking at door)

- Flowers for Mrs. Stanwick.

(tense mysterious music)

- [Barbara] There's no Stanwick here.

- Wrong room.

- What, what's gotten into you?

- I'm sorry, I'm good.

- You don't look good.

- It's uh, it's white flowers.

I just, I hate em.

They just bring back memories.

Forget it.

- It's funny, man like you can take down a room

of hard ass cops, even a righteous bastard

like Mr. Ryan, then you see some little white flowers?

- A real fucking laugh riot.

- [Barbara] You gonna tell me why?

- It's a long story, another time.

- Get ready to taste heaven.

- It's the only taste I'll ever get.

Oh what no, I want to see yas.

- Trust me.

I'm a doctor.

- I'm ready for you to operate, doc.

- [Cynthia] I bet you are.

(giggles)

(laughs)

- Oh yeah.

(sensual jazz music)

(laughing)

- Time to make the call?

I'm sure the scary flowers have safely

been delivered by now.

- Look, it's not fucking funny.

- Fine, Mr. Ryan is expecting a call.

(soft classical music)

(moaning)

(phone rings)

- [Voiceover] Sir, the telephone call you were expecting.

- Tell Jimmy to call back, in 20 minutes.

Make that 30.

- How long?

Okay.

Looks like we got some time to kill.

- Hasn't there been enough killing for today?

And I thought Cynthia was gonna have all the fun.

- I don't know if I'd call that fun.

(sensual hip hop music)

(moaning)

(grunting)

(laughs)

(grunting)

- That was amazing.

- Oh yeah.

(playful mysterious music)

- So secretive, Jimmy.

Tell me something about yourself.

- I want you.

- Something I don't know.

I want to hear a secret, something personal.

Something nobody else knows.

- Why?

- Indulge me.

- I want you in that bed naked.

- And I want to know why you're so scared of white flowers.

Open up to me, Jimmy, and I'll open up for you.

Make you a deal.

You reveal yourself to me, I'll reveal myself to you.

- Look, it's stupid.

It's nothing, okay?

- Please, Jimmy?

You got me real curious now.

- Okay fine.

It's from way back, back when I was a kid.

- You keep going, I'll keep going.

- I've never told anybody this story before.

- I'm honored then.

- Back when I was a kid, there was this old lady.

She lived in the creepiest fucking house

in the neighborhood.

You know, all the local kids, we used

to avoid the place like the plague.

We used to run past it as fast as we could.

Most of us, we had never even seen the old lady

that lived inside but those who had,

well they had their stories.

They said that she was some kind of a witch.

- A witch huh?

- Look, I told you it was dumb, okay?

- I'm sorry, go on.

- Look, can we talk about something else, please?

- I'm half undressed here, Jimmy.

What fun is that?

- Fine.

They said that this old lady worked at the fair,

that she was some kind of fortune teller or something

but she could only tell you one thing,

something you didn't want to hear.

- Like what?

- She could only tell you the last thing

that you'd ever see before you died.

- And you believed this?

- Look, you never saw her eyes!

They, they...

- I'm sorry.

Please go on.

- When she worked at the fair, she was right so often

they tried to lynch her.

Guys didn't like what they heard.

They would ask her, she would tell em.

- The last thing they'd see.

- Before they died.

They turned on her, they nearly ran her out of town.

- [Barbara] What does this have to do with you?

- Well I heard a story from one of the other kids.

He told me that all the money that the lady made

from the fairgrounds, she kept up underneath of her bed.

- You tried to rob her.

Shame on you.

- What can I say, I started young.

Besides, they dared me.

I pretty much had no choice.

So one day, it was the dumbest fucking thing

I ever did but I never, I never ever back

down from a dare, okay?

Well, I went to that old creepy fucking house

and I broke in through the basement window.

(low tense spooky music)

I got upstairs and I figured out which room

was her bedroom.

And I was so quiet, she was in bed, sleeping.

(tense spooky music)

Then the snoring stopped.

(grunting)

And I nearly died right there.

I mean, my heart, it just sank.

Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

- You're almost done, Jimmy

and so am I.

- She was so fast.

Then I saw her eyes, they were like milk,

like sour old milk.

She leaned into me

and she told me.

She was dead.

I guess I killed her.

- That's horrible.

What did you do?

- Well I got the hell out of there.

I ran all the way home.

I didn't even fuck with the money.

- And you think she was right?

- Oh I know she was right, she was never wrong, never.

The last thing I will ever see on gods green earth

is a white fucking flower.

- That's quite a story.

- It's all true.

- I know.

You could never lie that well.

(soft sensual mysterious music)

(tense mysterious music)

(clearing throat)

- Oh shit.

Did I fall asleep?

- Waiting for you to wake up.

With nothing to do but read the Bible.

(laughs)

- The Bible, what are you kidding?

- Wish I was.

- Looking up all the commandments we just broke?

- Always been kind fuzzy on them myself.

Anyway, wanted you to be awake for this.

- Oh come on, I'm an old man.

I ain't ready for round two yet.

- You don't know what I've got here.

- Let me guess, you got some kind of toy?

- You could say that.

- Something kinky?

Am I gonna like this?

- Sure, blow your mind.

(chuckles)

- Alright.

(gunshot)

- Oh.

Really gave me a working over there, baby.

- You know it.

- Time to call Mr. Ryan and give him the bad news.

(soft classical music)

- Nothing?

You got nothing.

- Yes, sir.

The alarm got tripped and cops were there within

three minutes, there was nothing we could do

but get the hell out of there.

Yes, sir.

Yeah and there's more bad news.

It's about O'Brien.

He didn't make it, the cops nailed him.

Yes, sir.

He's uh...

He's dead.

- O'Brien was a good man.

- Yeah, he sure was.

He was the best.

Yeah, he saved my life.

He went out fighting, just the way he would of wanted.

Yes, sir.

(soft classical music)

Hook line and sinker.

Wow, as far as he's concerned, we got nada.

Poor O'Brien, went down in a blaze of glory.

Oh, we're in the clear.

By the time Mr. Ryan finds out what really went down,

we'll be long gone.

I am tired.

Hell of a day.

- Quite a night at that.

- Yeah and quite a night.

You know, that was some plan you came up with.

I could of never dreamed it up myself.

- [Cynthia] Me neither.

(mumbling)

- Here, how much we owe you doll, 10%?

- All of it.

- Are you fucking serious?

- I got to make it worth my time.

(gunshot)

- Shit.

- Fucking O'Brien couldn't of been easy

but it wasn't worth that much.

- Look, you could of warned me.

- Like you said, Jimmy.

You never could of planned this yourself.

- Yeah you're right, I'm not that smart.

- Who am I to argue?

(distorted vibrations)

- I don't...

I don't feel too good.

I think I...

I...

Wow...

Somethings not right.

- [Barbara] You look like you could use this.

- [Jimmy] You poisoned me.

- Oh did I?

(glass shatters)

(groaning)

Goodbye, Jimmy.

- There's no white flower.

- Guess the old lady was wrong.

- She can't be wrong.

She can't be wrong.

The gun won't fire.

The gun can't fire, please don't do this.

Please don't do this, there's no white flower.

There's no white flower!

(gunshot)

(upbeat jazz music)