MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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It is something really important, Jeff?	I'm afraid it is, Tess.
I'm afraid it is, Tess.	I'll have him call the moment I hear from him.
I'll have him call the moment I hear from him.	Tell him not to waste time calling. To get over here soon as he can. I think Thorwald's pulling out tonight.
Tell him not to waste time calling. To get over here soon as he can. I think Thorwald's pulling out tonight.	Who's Thorwald?
Who's Thorwald?	He knows. Don't worry, Tess. It's a man.
He knows. Don't worry, Tess. It's a man.	Goodnight, you idiot.
Goodnight, you idiot.	Goodnight, Mrs Doyle.
Is this him!?	Don't hurt him...
Don't hurt him...	Is this the fucker you been writing all year!?
Is this the fucker you been writing all year!?	Please, Gabriel, don't...
Tell me something. This the first time you've ever done this?	Go to hell, Nick Mason, what's that supposed to mean --
Go to hell, Nick Mason, what's that supposed to mean --	No, not that, no... I mean this, the whole thing. Start writing to a guy, guy in the bricks. Get a boyfriend like this. Tell me the truth.
No, not that, no... I mean this, the whole thing. Start writing to a guy, guy in the bricks. Get a boyfriend like this. Tell me the truth.	Well. You're not the first guy I wrote to. But you're the only one I kept writing to.
Well. You're not the first guy I wrote to. But you're the only one I kept writing to.	Yeah. Me too. Why? I mean I know why for me, why I paid for the ad. But you... why start writing to some guy -- some con -- you don't even know?
Where the hell are you going?	Provisions! We are not leaving that motel room again till after New Year's: we need ten days worth of provisions! What's good?!
Since Janey moved in... Gabriel... he's come over more and more. To the apartment. Janey's the divorced one, 'member, with the tit job --	What the fuck is going on.
What the fuck is going on.	He read the letters, Nick. Some day I wasn't there. He went through my room. He found your letters.
He read the letters, Nick. Some day I wasn't there. He went through my room. He found your letters.	What's going ON!!!
You motherfucker.	Nick, no --
Nick, no --	You sold him out.
You sold him out.	Nick --
Nick --	When'd you decide to do it, Ash? After which of his letters, huh? The fortieth? The fiftieth? The first?!
When'd you decide to do it, Ash? After which of his letters, huh? The fortieth? The fiftieth? The first?!	Nick, what are you --
I'M NOT NICK! You thought you'd fuck him over?! Well he's fucked you! I've never worked at some casino! I can't help you! Because he's not me!	Nick, I love you --
Nick, I love you --	JESUS CHRIST!
Get the hell off of me!	Nick, it won't work. It won't work!
I thought we'd have a few more days.	For what? You to talk me into "helping"? What, he promise you a share of the winnings?
For what? You to talk me into "helping"? What, he promise you a share of the winnings?	No!
No!	Well, shit, Judas, you shoulda at least gotten that --
Well, shit, Judas, you shoulda at least gotten that --	Nick! He wants to know how to rob it, and he'll leave you alone! That's all he wants! I hate him, Nick... you know how...
Nick! He wants to know how to rob it, and he'll leave you alone! That's all he wants! I hate him, Nick... you know how...	So get him outta your life. Get out of Michigan. They got perfume counters in Chicago, don't they?
So get him outta your life. Get out of Michigan. They got perfume counters in Chicago, don't they?	Not without you.
Nick, what happened --	There went my... damn... well, doesn't seem like security's all that switched... Ash, shit, this mustache is starting to fall off. I gotta fix this thing -- -- drink this for me.
You... you don't know me --	Oh, I know you, Nick. I know you real well.
Oh, I know you, Nick. I know you real well.	No, you can't --
No, you can't --	The hell I can't.
I had better sex in prison.	Heyyy. Be nice, convict. We're gonna be working together here. Get him back in the rig.
What?	I said, who the hell made the map?
I said, who the hell made the map?	I did.
I did.	This isn't the Tomahawk.
This isn't the Tomahawk.	What the fuck are you talking about.
What the fuck are you talking about.	This is the front entrance, right? You get through the slots, you hit craps here, not blackjack. Blackjack's here to here -- lined up. What's this, the cage? Cage is over there, hard to get to, you got it all mixed around --
So what the hell good are you...	You'd have to get me inside. Get inside, watch where the money's moving, see where the guards are going. Then I could work with your map.
You'd have to get me inside. Get inside, watch where the money's moving, see where the guards are going. Then I could work with your map.	Wrong, convict. You walk in there, they recognize you.
You're a country-western singer up from Nashville for the the holidays. Visiting your Grandma on the lake, driving into the Tomahawk for some scotch and slots. You only play the slots, you got that? Don't want no dealer friend of yours recognizing you, you sidle up to shoot some craps.	What kind of half-ass cowboy plays the slots?
What kind of half-ass cowboy plays the slots?	You do.
You do.	At least gimme video poker.
At least gimme video poker.	Shut the fuck up. You play what your girlfriend plays. Ashley's going in with you. You talk to her, otherwise you don't talk to nobody. You walk the room as many times as you want, but the second you come out, I want to know the run of the place.
He thought I was some gambler... he didn't know me... he didn't recognize me!	I been driving rigs a long time, Nick. Four, five million miles of road. Worked for people who wouldn't keep me on less I was driving fifteen hours a day. Tell 'em I needed sleep, I needed rest, shit, they'll hire someone else...
Goddamn, Merlin. There any part of the day you don't smoke?	There anytime you don't got a mouthful of shit?
There anytime you don't got a mouthful of shit?	Cancer-sucker.
Cancer-sucker.	Acid-chewer.
That motherfucker --	And Monster... he was talking with the casino manager. Nick was talking to him.
This trucker? Met a girl in a bar one night, she didn't know his situation. He's drunk, she's drunk, they get to mackin' hot and heavy and the woman swallows it. His tongue. Sucks it right down.	My guy would walk into a room, set off the goddamn sprinklers.
My guy would walk into a room, set off the goddamn sprinklers.	His lips went next. You ever see some silicon-fucking-lips?
Buffet. Whaddya think it is?	Buffet is by the goddamn bar! What the hell kind of map is this?!
What the hell was that about --	He didn't recognize me. Back off, willya? He didn't recognize me.
She's gonna be out there, man. Right there. Right there waiting.	Yeah.
Yeah.	Gonna walk out of this shitstorm and right into her arms.
Gonna walk out of this shitstorm and right into her arms.	Yeah.
Yeah.	Got us a motel out Highway 5, bringing her own damn sheets, you read that part? Silk damn sheets. Lock ourselves in the whole week, drinking wine, taking baths, man, see if they got those room service steaks... anything I want to do. Remember when she wrote that? Anything I want...
Got us a motel out Highway 5, bringing her own damn sheets, you read that part? Silk damn sheets. Lock ourselves in the whole week, drinking wine, taking baths, man, see if they got those room service steaks... anything I want to do. Remember when she wrote that? Anything I want...	Yeah. Fuckin' Christmas.
So maybe after our week beneath the sheets, we'll head down to Motor City for New Year's. She says her roommate's skipping town for a few days, have the place to ourselves. Remember how her brother's a truck driver down there? I'm thinking he might be able to help get me some work.	What, working security?
What, working security?	No, I'm through with that shit. Ashley's right. Gotta start doing something I got a stake in. Get a business going.
No, I'm through with that shit. Ashley's right. Gotta start doing something I got a stake in. Get a business going.	I don't know, I've seen the business world.
I don't know, I've seen the business world.	Hotwiring cars, Rudy, does not qualify as a small business. Chop shop consultant; doesn't work on a resume.
Millie here used to serve drinks to these gunrunning truckers, real big talkers, talking bout a real score one day. I was in the Mountain, man, what the hell, why not let her get friendly with 'em? Let her tell 'em an idea she had, 'bout writing guys in prison. Getting one who could show 'em a sure thing.	She set them up. All of them.
She set them up. All of them.	Why not have her pretend to find me? Pretend to write me and reel me in? Tell her new trucker-man she'd pose as some sister of his named Ashley?
Why not have her pretend to find me? Pretend to write me and reel me in? Tell her new trucker-man she'd pose as some sister of his named Ashley?	And you set me up.
And you set me up.	Always wanted to rob that casino, Rudy. Way back when I worked there. What better way than to get some guys to rob it for me.
Hell, you never needed to convince Ashley you were me. Just the dumb fucking truckers. I figured I'd talked enough about the Tomahawk in the pen for you to get by --	Talked about the old man's weapons stash, probably forgot I'd remember
Talked about the old man's weapons stash, probably forgot I'd remember	Hm. Well. They'd have killed you if you weren't me, Rudy. We knew you'd start convincing 'em soon enough.
Alone at last.	Now where were we?
Now where were we?	I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. I've only been on the force eight months, nobody tells me anything! I don't know anything! You can torture me if you want -
I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. I've only been on the force eight months, nobody tells me anything! I don't know anything! You can torture me if you want -	Thanks, don't mind if I do.
Thanks, don't mind if I do.	Your boss even said there wasn't a set up.
Your boss even said there wasn't a set up.	First off, I don't have a boss. Are you clear about that?
I asked you a question. Are you clear about that?	Yes.
Yes.	Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I don't really care about what you know or don't know. I'm gonna torture you for awhile regardless. Not to get information, but because torturing a cop amuses me. There's nothing you can say, I've heard it all before. There's nothing you can do. Except pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
How ya doin', Toothpick?	Fine, now.
Fine, now.	I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked you up personally at the pen. This whole week's just been crazy. I've had my head up my ass the entire time.
I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked you up personally at the pen. This whole week's just been crazy. I've had my head up my ass the entire time.	Funny you should mention it. That's what your father and I been talkin' about.
Funny you should mention it. That's what your father and I been talkin' about.	That I should've picked you up?
That I should've picked you up?	No. That your head's been up your ass. I walk through the door and Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank god. Finally somebody who knows what the fuck he's doing. Vic, Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck up." And I say "Well, Joe, I coulda told you that." "I'm ruined! He's ruining me! My son, I love him, but he's taking my business and flushing it down the fuckin' toilet! " I'm not tellin' tales out of school. You tell 'im Joe. Tell 'im yourself.
Seymour Scagnetti.	Scagnetti? Oh shit, I hear he's a motherfucker.
Scagnetti? Oh shit, I hear he's a motherfucker.	He is a motherfucker. He won't let me leave the halfway house till I get some piece of shit job.
He is a motherfucker. He won't let me leave the halfway house till I get some piece of shit job.	You're coming back to work for us, right?
You're coming back to work for us, right?	I wanna. But I gotta show this asshole I got an honest-to-goodness job before he'll let me move out on my own. I can't work for you guys and be worried about gettin' back before ten o'clock curfew.
I don't wanna lift crates.	You don't hafta lift shit. You don't really work there. But as far as the records are concerned, you do. I call up Matthews, the foreman, tell him he's got a new guy. You're on the schedule. You got a timecard, it's clocked in and out for you everyday, and you get a pay check at the end of the week. And ya know dock workers don't do too bad. So you can move into a halfway decent place without Scagnetti thinkin "what the fuck." And if Scagnetti ever wants to make a surprise visit, you're gone that day. That day we sent you to Tustin. We gotta bunch of shit you needed to unload there. You're at the Taft airstrip pickin' up a bunch of shit and bringing it back. Part of your job is goin' different places - and we got places all over the place.
Holy shit, this guy's all fucked up!	No shit, he's gonna fuckin' die on us if we don't get him taken care of.
Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin' chance to breathe. I got a few questions of my own, ya know.	You ain't dying, he is.
You ain't dying, he is.	I'll call somebody.
I'll call somebody.	Who?
Who?	A snake charmer, what the fuck d'you think. I'll call a doctor, take care of him, fix 'm right up. No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue?
I don't know what he did to her, but she got even.	Was he all pissed off?
Daddy, did ya see that?	What?
What?	Guy got me on the ground, tried to fuck me.
Nuts. We got a big meeting in Vegas coming up. And we're kinda just gettin ready for that right now.	Let Nice Guy set you up at Long Beach. Give ya some cash, get that Scagnetti fuck off your back, and we'll be talking to ya.
Let Nice Guy set you up at Long Beach. Give ya some cash, get that Scagnetti fuck off your back, and we'll be talking to ya.	Daddy, I got an idea. Now just hear it out. I know you don't like to use any of the boys on these jobs, but technically, Vic ain't one of the boys. He's been gone for four years. He ain't on no one's list. Ya know he can handle himself, ya know you can trust him.
We were set up, the cops were waiting for us.	What? Nobody set anybody up.

It is something really important, Jeff?

I'm afraid it is, Tess.

I'll have him call the moment I hear from him.

Tell him not to waste time calling. To get over here soon as he can. I think Thorwald's pulling out tonight.

Who's Thorwald?

He knows. Don't worry, Tess. It's a man.

Goodnight, you idiot.

Goodnight, Mrs Doyle.

Is this him!?

Don't hurt him...

Is this the fucker you been writing all year!?

Please, Gabriel, don't...

Tell me something. This the first time you've ever done this?

Go to hell, Nick Mason, what's that supposed to mean --

No, not that, no... I mean this, the whole thing. Start writing to a guy, guy in the bricks. Get a boyfriend like this. Tell me the truth.

Well. You're not the first guy I wrote to. But you're the only one I kept writing to.

Yeah. Me too. Why? I mean I know why for me, why I paid for the ad. But you... why start writing to some guy -- some con -- you don't even know?

Where the hell are you going?

Provisions! We are not leaving that motel room again till after New Year's: we need ten days worth of provisions! What's good?!

Since Janey moved in... Gabriel... he's come over more and more. To the apartment. Janey's the divorced one, 'member, with the tit job --

What the fuck is going on.

He read the letters, Nick. Some day I wasn't there. He went through my room. He found your letters.

What's going ON!!!

You motherfucker.

Nick, no --

You sold him out.

Nick --

When'd you decide to do it, Ash? After which of his letters, huh? The fortieth? The fiftieth? The first?!

Nick, what are you --

I'M NOT NICK! You thought you'd fuck him over?! Well he's fucked you! I've never worked at some casino! I can't help you! Because he's not me!

Nick, I love you --

JESUS CHRIST!

Get the hell off of me!

Nick, it won't work. It won't work!

I thought we'd have a few more days.

For what? You to talk me into "helping"? What, he promise you a share of the winnings?

No!

Well, shit, Judas, you shoulda at least gotten that --

Nick! He wants to know how to rob it, and he'll leave you alone! That's all he wants! I hate him, Nick... you know how...

So get him outta your life. Get out of Michigan. They got perfume counters in Chicago, don't they?

Not without you.

Nick, what happened --

There went my... damn... well, doesn't seem like security's all that switched... Ash, shit, this mustache is starting to fall off. I gotta fix this thing -- -- drink this for me.

You... you don't know me --

Oh, I know you, Nick. I know you real well.

No, you can't --

The hell I can't.

I had better sex in prison.

Heyyy. Be nice, convict. We're gonna be working together here. Get him back in the rig.

What?

I said, who the hell made the map?

I did.

This isn't the Tomahawk.

What the fuck are you talking about.

This is the front entrance, right? You get through the slots, you hit craps here, not blackjack. Blackjack's here to here -- lined up. What's this, the cage? Cage is over there, hard to get to, you got it all mixed around --

So what the hell good are you...

You'd have to get me inside. Get inside, watch where the money's moving, see where the guards are going. Then I could work with your map.

Wrong, convict. You walk in there, they recognize you.

You're a country-western singer up from Nashville for the the holidays. Visiting your Grandma on the lake, driving into the Tomahawk for some scotch and slots. You only play the slots, you got that? Don't want no dealer friend of yours recognizing you, you sidle up to shoot some craps.

What kind of half-ass cowboy plays the slots?

You do.

At least gimme video poker.

Shut the fuck up. You play what your girlfriend plays. Ashley's going in with you. You talk to her, otherwise you don't talk to nobody. You walk the room as many times as you want, but the second you come out, I want to know the run of the place.

He thought I was some gambler... he didn't know me... he didn't recognize me!

I been driving rigs a long time, Nick. Four, five million miles of road. Worked for people who wouldn't keep me on less I was driving fifteen hours a day. Tell 'em I needed sleep, I needed rest, shit, they'll hire someone else...

Goddamn, Merlin. There any part of the day you don't smoke?

There anytime you don't got a mouthful of shit?

Cancer-sucker.

Acid-chewer.

That motherfucker --

And Monster... he was talking with the casino manager. Nick was talking to him.

This trucker? Met a girl in a bar one night, she didn't know his situation. He's drunk, she's drunk, they get to mackin' hot and heavy and the woman swallows it. His tongue. Sucks it right down.

My guy would walk into a room, set off the goddamn sprinklers.

His lips went next. You ever see some silicon-fucking-lips?

Buffet. Whaddya think it is?

Buffet is by the goddamn bar! What the hell kind of map is this?!

What the hell was that about --

He didn't recognize me. Back off, willya? He didn't recognize me.

She's gonna be out there, man. Right there. Right there waiting.

Yeah.

Gonna walk out of this shitstorm and right into her arms.

Yeah.

Got us a motel out Highway 5, bringing her own damn sheets, you read that part? Silk damn sheets. Lock ourselves in the whole week, drinking wine, taking baths, man, see if they got those room service steaks... anything I want to do. Remember when she wrote that? Anything I want...

Yeah. Fuckin' Christmas.

So maybe after our week beneath the sheets, we'll head down to Motor City for New Year's. She says her roommate's skipping town for a few days, have the place to ourselves. Remember how her brother's a truck driver down there? I'm thinking he might be able to help get me some work.

What, working security?

No, I'm through with that shit. Ashley's right. Gotta start doing something I got a stake in. Get a business going.

I don't know, I've seen the business world.

Hotwiring cars, Rudy, does not qualify as a small business. Chop shop consultant; doesn't work on a resume.

Millie here used to serve drinks to these gunrunning truckers, real big talkers, talking bout a real score one day. I was in the Mountain, man, what the hell, why not let her get friendly with 'em? Let her tell 'em an idea she had, 'bout writing guys in prison. Getting one who could show 'em a sure thing.

She set them up. All of them.

Why not have her pretend to find me? Pretend to write me and reel me in? Tell her new trucker-man she'd pose as some sister of his named Ashley?

And you set me up.

Always wanted to rob that casino, Rudy. Way back when I worked there. What better way than to get some guys to rob it for me.

Hell, you never needed to convince Ashley you were me. Just the dumb fucking truckers. I figured I'd talked enough about the Tomahawk in the pen for you to get by --

Talked about the old man's weapons stash, probably forgot I'd remember

Hm. Well. They'd have killed you if you weren't me, Rudy. We knew you'd start convincing 'em soon enough.

Alone at last.

Now where were we?

I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. I've only been on the force eight months, nobody tells me anything! I don't know anything! You can torture me if you want -

Thanks, don't mind if I do.

Your boss even said there wasn't a set up.

First off, I don't have a boss. Are you clear about that?

I asked you a question. Are you clear about that?

Yes.

Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I don't really care about what you know or don't know. I'm gonna torture you for awhile regardless. Not to get information, but because torturing a cop amuses me. There's nothing you can say, I've heard it all before. There's nothing you can do. Except pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.

How ya doin', Toothpick?

Fine, now.

I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked you up personally at the pen. This whole week's just been crazy. I've had my head up my ass the entire time.

Funny you should mention it. That's what your father and I been talkin' about.

That I should've picked you up?

No. That your head's been up your ass. I walk through the door and Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank god. Finally somebody who knows what the fuck he's doing. Vic, Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck up." And I say "Well, Joe, I coulda told you that." "I'm ruined! He's ruining me! My son, I love him, but he's taking my business and flushing it down the fuckin' toilet! " I'm not tellin' tales out of school. You tell 'im Joe. Tell 'im yourself.

Seymour Scagnetti.

Scagnetti? Oh shit, I hear he's a motherfucker.

He is a motherfucker. He won't let me leave the halfway house till I get some piece of shit job.

You're coming back to work for us, right?

I wanna. But I gotta show this asshole I got an honest-to-goodness job before he'll let me move out on my own. I can't work for you guys and be worried about gettin' back before ten o'clock curfew.

I don't wanna lift crates.

You don't hafta lift shit. You don't really work there. But as far as the records are concerned, you do. I call up Matthews, the foreman, tell him he's got a new guy. You're on the schedule. You got a timecard, it's clocked in and out for you everyday, and you get a pay check at the end of the week. And ya know dock workers don't do too bad. So you can move into a halfway decent place without Scagnetti thinkin "what the fuck." And if Scagnetti ever wants to make a surprise visit, you're gone that day. That day we sent you to Tustin. We gotta bunch of shit you needed to unload there. You're at the Taft airstrip pickin' up a bunch of shit and bringing it back. Part of your job is goin' different places - and we got places all over the place.

Holy shit, this guy's all fucked up!

No shit, he's gonna fuckin' die on us if we don't get him taken care of.

Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin' chance to breathe. I got a few questions of my own, ya know.

You ain't dying, he is.

I'll call somebody.

Who?

A snake charmer, what the fuck d'you think. I'll call a doctor, take care of him, fix 'm right up. No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue?

I don't know what he did to her, but she got even.

Was he all pissed off?

Daddy, did ya see that?

What?

Guy got me on the ground, tried to fuck me.

Nuts. We got a big meeting in Vegas coming up. And we're kinda just gettin ready for that right now.

Let Nice Guy set you up at Long Beach. Give ya some cash, get that Scagnetti fuck off your back, and we'll be talking to ya.

Daddy, I got an idea. Now just hear it out. I know you don't like to use any of the boys on these jobs, but technically, Vic ain't one of the boys. He's been gone for four years. He ain't on no one's list. Ya know he can handle himself, ya know you can trust him.

We were set up, the cops were waiting for us.

What? Nobody set anybody up.