All language subtitles for Fast Walking_eng_forced

Now...
Goddamn it, man.

Just listen
to this plan.

I got my eye on a little something.

I'm reading about
in these brochures.

It's down in that southeast desert corner

of the state.

Probably get about,

10 inches of rainfall a year.

That comes in the form of snow in the winter.

See, that's why nobody wants it.

The aridity.

So...

Ahh...you know what that means for US?

That means we can steal it.

It's just sitting there

waiting for US to grab it. So...

I figure...

We can go in, like...

On a ranch together.

You know, run it communal style...

You know?

It would be great, wouldn't it?

This could make our fortunes for US.

Oh, man. Ha ha!

This could be solid gold.

Ha ha!

You ever hear
of that, uh...

Oh, you know,

there are drawbacks to this, I suppose, but...

My plan is to make...

To make, uh...

Virtues out of them.

Did you ever hear of that, uh...

Awahee...
Owahee river

up there in Oregon?

Awahee?
Something like that.

Anyway, up along the south fork,

they sell the land.

It's dirt-cheap.

They even got an Indian reservation nearby

a fort McIntosh.

No, it's mcin

mcdermitt.

Indians. Ha ha!
We could, like...

A couple of groovy-looking broads

to go up there.

Get...

Oh, two or three to a man...

At least...

And kind of...

You know, Indian it out.

All right!

Look how easy
that thing sails
over that wall, huh?

Ha ha ha!

Negative thinking.

Cut that out.

I told you

to those who can...

Change adversity
into fortune.

You haven't done
so bad

listening
to your old man
so far, have you?

No.

Assistant
to the chief
tier-tender

is better
than working
your ass off

for 35 cents a day
like these fools.

Yeah, I guess.

You just got to keep
thinking positively
all the t--

wait a minute.

Listen, squeeze,
I want you to cop
a nickel bag of boy

and a cap of crank
on credit

and see if you
can find a fit.

I don't want
to start chipping.

I'm not starting a habit
I can't feed.

Did I say anything
about youusing
anything?

No.

Well, what?

I had
this 15-bag-a-day habit
before I came in here--

just...cop it, man.

God, I love it here
in this joint.

You know that, squeeze?

I just fucking love it.

There's no place like it
in the whole damn world.

There's nothing
you can't do in here

if you got the balls.

It's as simple as that.

You just believe
in yourself.

Follow your star.

It leads you
right to opportunity,

and here it has again.

Goddamn.

What's happening?

It's nothing.
It's goddamn lemonade.

I'd have to shoot
six bags of that shit

just to even
get straight.

Yeah. Old bullet.

Huh?

Bullet.
He's the connection.

He never did deal
good smack.

He never held anything
that would take
an eight

in his whole
fucking life.

Here's what
we're going to do.

Tomorrow,
you'll take a walk
down in the yard

and find old bullet

and tell him
his old buddy wasco
wants to see him.

Will he come? Uh...

Ha ha! Yeah,
he'll come.

And you know what,
squeeze?

I think
the whole scam--

the whole
grand design--

is going to work
just like a charm,

and you might even
turn out to be
my main man.

What do you think
about that?

Uh, well...

Uh...

I, uh, yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Goddamn!
You smell bad, man.

Uh...

Let me run this
down to you,

bullet,
old baby.

Number one,
you're a junkie,

which means you
can't maintain

the kind
of objectivity

that's necessary
in an operation
like this.

Number two,

you don't have
my connections.

Frankly, see,
your action's weak,

small-time,
small profit,

nickel, dime bag
operation at best.

Your supply
is erratic.

Your goods
are inferior.

You're dealing
nothing but trash.

Hey, wait a minute!

Shut up
and listen.

Now, you see,

I can offer
this market
dynamite smack--

I mean the best
money can buy.

It's so good
you can get off

just snorting it.

Save everybody
the trouble

of carrying
a fit around
with them.

They could just
chip like that

till they get out.

And I got
a guaranteed
supply daily

coming in
six days a week--

any kind of thrill,
any quality,

any kind of quantity
that any customer

can desire.

I can sell
by the cap, bag,

bindle, bundle,
half-load,

nickel, dime,
quarter, tray bag,

the piece
or the pill.

You just call it,
and I've got it.

I've got ludes, crank,
bombitas, coke, bam,

black beauties,
cartwheels,

yellow jackets,
reds, long Greens,

rainbows, beans,

and stp and pcp
and dmt and LSD

and psilocybin
and mescaline and thc,

amphetamine,
meth, biphetamine,
phenobarbital,

benzedrine, dexedrine,
librium,

miltown, dilaudid,
morphine,

seconal, demerol,
goof balls,

truck drivers,

yellow stripes,
tuinal, desoxyn,

carbon tetrachloride,
strychnine, arsenic,
anything.

I deal anything
except marijuana
and hashish

because I can't stand
the smell of that shit.

For the ultimate thrill
of your lifetime,

I'll personally drill
a hole in your head.

You can see
the light of the lord.

I can even
offer dollies, man.

I got the best dolophine
money can buy

for anybody who wants to
kick their habit

one day at a time.

I ain't jealous,
because I ain't
a junkie.

I don't approve
of the use of dope,

but if somebody's
going to buy it,

they may as well
buy it from me.

You know,
a lot of dudes

brought their habit
in here.

They got to have
that wake-up,

the nooner,
the matinee,
and the sleepy-time

seven days a week
just like clockwork.

And I'm prepared
to offer this jam

the best fucking
hard-ass poison

on the market today,

and I can offer you
something else.

What's that?

Protection--
top to bottom.

Yeah? Who's made?

Who's made?

You ought to be
pissing your pants.

You're getting in

on one of
the biggest deals
ever made,

and you're asking me
who's made?

That's why you never
got anywhere--

because
you think small.

That's
small thinking, see.

I'm thinking about
diversification.

You know what
that word means?

It means cigarettes
and prostitution

and banking services
and loan facilities,

organized gambling,
liquor,

clothing sales,
uncensored postal
service

and underground
courier service

direct to the street
and stud service

and telephone
service

right
to the outside.

I'm even thinking
about selling

processed hair
accouterments

to the rag-head
nigger konks.

I'll smuggle in
hot sauce

for the spic
cellblock lunchtime

direct
from Tijuana.

I think you're crazy--
out of your fucking mind.

I'll offer you
a deal you can't
refuse.

What's that?

Turn your whole
operation over to me

intact like it is
right now.

Then when my supply
starts coming in,

which might even
be today,

you just sit back.

You got a silent
partnership.

You got no risk.

You get 10% of
the whole operation.

You make more money
than before.

What if I say no?

You can't.

Yeah, but what
if I do?

I'll kill you.

I'd love
to kill you.

I'll throw you off
the tier right now.

You'll never
get away with it.

What do you care?
You'll be dead.

Later.

I willget away
with it.

When sergeant sanger
comes up here,

a man I've known
all my life,

whose kids
I grew up with,

whose daughter
I went out with,

whose football team
I starred for--

and he will
come up here--

and he'll ask me,

"were you
involved in this?"

I'll look him
in the eye

like I used to
when he asked

if I was having
sexual relationships
with his daughter

or shooting
his .38 pistol

in his back yard,
which I was,

and I'll look him
in the eye and say,

"no, sir, I wasn't."

He will believe me

because
I'm a local boy.

He'll file
an accidental death
report.

O.k., you made
your point.

Maybe I was wrong.

I guess I could
use a partner.

Ahh!

Well, that's better.

Congratulations.

Let's get down
to the yard.

I'll introduce you
to my organization.

Do that
with squeeze.

I got
a visitor waiting.

That's no problem.

Are you going now?

After you.

Oh, no. After you.
You're the boss now.

I'll see
if it's cool.

Oh! Oh!

Aah!

Aah! Stop!

Oh!

You know, I must
have a soft spot

in my heart
for you.

Aah!

I will forget this
misunderstanding,

and we'll go ahead
with this deal

just like I said.

Now, get out
in that yard.

I might have made
a big mistake,

that I missed
my calling.

I should have taken
the cloth,

gone ahead
and been a preacher.

It's true. I never
told anybody this before,

but I've often felt the call
to enlighten you

to the most important thing
there is in the world.

Do you know
what that is?

Blood. Yes, blood.

It's what makes US
what we are,

our disposition,
our temperament,

maybe most of all,
our passion.

Something we can't change
flowing through US,

never changing its course.

Parental heritage.
Family line.

What we call kinship,
because that's what we are--

kin, connected from birth.

The same life blood.

Think about it.

There is no way
in the world

you are going to get me
to kill that man,

and you know it.

You're not thinking
about the same blood.

It makes US
do the same things,

want the same things.

It's been that way
ever since we were kids.

Think about this institution
that we make our home.

Think about moke...

Our little moke,

whom we love
so very much.

We would do anything
in the world for her,
wouldn't we?

Some men--most men--

resent this kind
of thing,

would kill
over things like this--

their own kin fooling around
with their old lady.

Oh, shit.
Ha ha! Oh.

But I understand it,
and you understand it.

You understand
the excitement

of taking something
that doesn't belong to you,

don't you?

Makes your blood
rush and throb

in the face
of all that danger.

I'm thinking
about it right now.

I'm not ashamed
to admit it.

I'm pulsing and throbbing
and rushing

in the face of all
that danger ahead of US.

I got to admit--

you were right
about one thing.

You should have
been a preacher

because never since
I been in church

have I ever heard
one man lay down
so much shit.

But don't let me
stop you.

You're going
kind of good.

I'd like
to hear some more.

The whole thought
just walked right by you,
didn't it?

You're not
paying attention.

You're not
really listening.

Like in church,
you're not thinking clearly.

If you were,
you wouldn't be backing
the wrong team.

You wouldn't be betting
on the wrong horse.

You'd be with the people
that love you,

your family,
your country, your lord.

And yes, for once,
the lord is on our side.

Maybe you better get him
on that gun walk
with a rifle

because it's going to
take a miracle

to pull this off
without me.

Oh, you will be up there.

It won't be any miracle.

It's all part
of the grand design,

all carefully worked out

so that everybody
has what they want,

what they need,
what they must have--

love and money
and positive action

in defense of racial Harmony
and a better america.

Yeah.

Something for everyone.

What do you figure
is in it for me?

Love and money.

Maybe I got that
already.

You may have.

Holding on to it...
Is something else.

You see, the master plan
takes into consideration

a very complex
and far-reaching design,

reaching way back
into those dark places

that you can't count on,

reaching out even
to take my little moke
away from you.

Is that a fact?

Yes, it is, a very painful
and distressing fact.

There's a contract
out on her...

Quite like Mr. Galliot...

Something I had to search
the very depths of my soul
to allow,

something I couldn't
have done

without faith and belief.

I believe everything
I'm saying to you.

I have faith in you,
my cousin.

I know that you're
going to remember

that there isn't
anything in this world

that's as thick
as family blood

and that you will do

what has to be done

to get the contract
off that little girl's head.

You're going to pay
for this, motherfucker.

Believe me.

You're going to pay.

Of course I am.
I always intended to.

I wouldn't expect you to do something like this for nothing.

You'll be a rich man.

You can walk
right out of here,

never worry about anything
as long as you live,

and maybe even have
the most wonderful girl
in the world.

Want to open it?

I know what's in it.

25 thou, kid.

You want to touch it?

You want
to feel the green?

How come you got it?
I thought moke
was bringing it.

She did.

Well, where is she?

What is the difference?

You shouldn't be thinking
about that trash, anyway.

Evie, she must have
told you where
she was going.

Listen, kid,
there's one thing about women

that you've got to learn.

Now, I hate to be the one
to have to tell you this,

but deep down under,
they're no different
than an alley cat.

They ain't gonna
stick around

if you don't
come through for them.

What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about you
standing up to wasco.

That little hustler of yours
has got some romantic notion

that you're different
from every other guy.

She thinks
you let her down.

Who the hell else
does she think
I'm doing this for--

that asshole of
a brother of yours?

For Christ's sakes,
what does she want?

Right now, I'd settle
for a little hot water.

All right...That's it.

Clean as you're
ever going to get.

What's
the big hurry?

We're not going
anywhere.

Not going anywhere?
What are you talking about?

Don't you know
what today is?

Today's the day
that old fast-walking
hit the jackpot.

We got some real
celebrating to do,

so get your little ass
in there and get dressed,

and I'm going to show you
the goddamnedest time

you ever had
in your whole life.

How's that?

Forget it. I already
had that in there.

Why the m-16?

Because
it's an automatic.

It only takes
one shot.

That's
for damn sure.

I've seen the boy
nail a garbage-dump
sea gull,

150 yards,
in flight.

Nobody like him.

Of course,
on the other hand,

you never know
what them rag-heads

are going to do
when their massa gets offed.

It might take a considerable
amount of fire power

just to calm them down
a little, you know?

I don't want to know
none of the details.

Just get the job done.

Where's galliot?

I haven't seen him
around.

What's the matter?
Getting anxious?

Well, there's no show
without him, is there?

Come on. It's
going to be easy.

When everybody's
out in the yard,

they let him out
of solitary,

and that's when
we take him.

Can't have
more than two people around him.

I'll slide over
and cheap-shot some nigger.

They'll go crazy,
and you'll have a clear shot.

I can hardly wait.

I bet.

I mean, she is
some sweet stuff.

Makes it all worthwhile.

Got the money,
didn't you?

Yeah.

Most wonderful girl
in the world.

All tied up,
ready to be delivered--

unless, of course,
if...

I didn't think you were
going to forget the other "if."

Don't worry, cuz.
He's as good as gone.

You ever hear of
the owyhee river?

Up along the south fork.

They sell the land
for dirt-cheap.

Even got
an Indian reservation
here somewhere,

uh, fort...
What is it? Mcdermitt.

So, look...Get ourselves
a couple of cold bitches--

two or three to a man--

then just Indian it out.

Squaw it out
through the winter.

How's that sound?

I'm going to come up and see you guys.

How'd you like that?

Old wasco organizing
them red motherfuckers.

Put some of them squaws
on the street.

There's money in that.

Yes, I think
I will do that.

Got my pardon
coming through
any day.

You didn't
know that, did you?

Sorry, squeeze.
I know you'll miss
your old man.

I may get up there
before you guys,

take my little moke
with me,

get those squaws
started.

Don't you get down
on that girl,
you know.

She was just doing
what she was told.

You didn't know
that, either,
did you?

The old master plan.
Remember?

Wasco's
grand design.

Oh, yes! I knew.

I knew
right from the start

you'd never
blow that cat away.

I was counting on it.

I just knew that
my little cousin

would have his own scam
to deliver that nigger

right to where moke
could do her number.

Oh, please. You got to
understand something.

The way I look at things
is that it's a big game,

like the Olympics.

The black man ends up
losing in the end.

It's been
planned that way.

God's greater
scheme of things.

Galliot knew it.
Sure, he did.

I can--i can
just see him

as he was
going down,

tipping his hat
to the better man.

He knew all that
nigger-baiting shit.

That's all just
part of the sport.

Nothing heartfelt.

Nothing personal
about it at all.

Just like
little moke.

She was doing
what her old man
told her.

Can't fault
a bitch for that.

What else
are they about?

O.k., tier men, let's go.

Fourth tier to chow first.