MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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What? Nobody set anybody up.	The cops were there waitin' for us!
The cops were there waitin' for us!	Bullshit.
Bullshit.	Hey, fuck you man, you weren't there, we were. And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out.
Hey, fuck you man, you weren't there, we were. And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out.	Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?
Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?	What the fuck d'you think we've been askin' each other?
What the fuck d'you think we've been askin' each other?	And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up?
And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up?	I don't know, but somebody did.
I don't know, but somebody did.	Nobody did. You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why cops show up.
I take it this is the bastard you told me about. Why the hell are you beating on him?	So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up.
So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up.	Would you stop it with that shit! You beat on this prick enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so. Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them.
Would you stop it with that shit! You beat on this prick enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so. Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them.	I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station.
I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station.	Well, let's go get it. We also gotta get rid of all those cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot outside. You stay here and babysit Orange and the cop. You two take a car each, I'll follow ya. You ditch it, I'll pick you up, then we'll pick up the stones. And while I'm following you, I'll arrange for some sort of a doctor for our friend.
What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't lettin' him go. Not after he's seen everybody. You should've never took him outta your trunk in the first place.	We were trying to find out what he knew about the set up.
We were trying to find out what he knew about the set up.	There is no fuckin' set up! Look, this is the news. Blondie, you stay here and take care of them two. White and Pink come with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and sees all those fucking cars parked out front, he's going to be as mad at me as he is at you.
Go ahead and laugh, you know what I mean. What a while bitch will put up with, a black bitch won't put up with for a minute. They got a line, and if you cross it, they fuck you up.	I gotta go along with Mr. Pink on this. I've seen it happen.
The black Beverly Hills. I knew this lady from Ladora Heights once. "Hi, I'm from Ladora Heights, it's the black Beverly Hills."	It's not the black Beverly Hills, it's the black Palos Verdes. Anyway, this chick, Elois, was a man-eater- upper. I bet every guy who's ever met her has jacked off to her at least once. You know who she looked like? Christie Love. 'Member that TV show "Get Christie Love"? She was a black female cop. She always used to say "You're under arrest, sugar."
It's not the black Beverly Hills, it's the black Palos Verdes. Anyway, this chick, Elois, was a man-eater- upper. I bet every guy who's ever met her has jacked off to her at least once. You know who she looked like? Christie Love. 'Member that TV show "Get Christie Love"? She was a black female cop. She always used to say "You're under arrest, sugar."	I was in the sixth grade when that show was on. I totally dug it. What the fuck was the name of the chick who played Christie Love?
I was in the sixth grade when that show was on. I totally dug it. What the fuck was the name of the chick who played Christie Love?	Pam Grier.
Pam Grier.	No, it wasn't Pam Grier, Pam Grier was the other one. Pam Grier made the movies. Christie Love was like a Pam Grier TV show, without Pam Grier.
No, it wasn't Pam Grier, Pam Grier was the other one. Pam Grier made the movies. Christie Love was like a Pam Grier TV show, without Pam Grier.	What the fuck was that chick's name? Oh this is just great, I'm totally fuckin' tortured now.
What the fuck was that chick's name? Oh this is just great, I'm totally fuckin' tortured now.	Well, whoever she was, Elois looked like her. So one night I walk into the club, and no Elois. Now the bartender was a wetback, he was a friend of mine, his name was Carlos. So I asked him "Hey, Carlos, where's Lady E tonight?" Well apparently Lady E was married to this real piece of dog shit. I mean a real animal. And apparently he would so things to her.
Nice Guy. When we got to the bar...	...What bar?
...What bar?	The Boots and Socks in Gardena. When we got there, I met Joe and a guy named Mr. White. It's a phony name. My name's Mr. Orange.
The Boots and Socks in Gardena. When we got there, I met Joe and a guy named Mr. White. It's a phony name. My name's Mr. Orange.	You ever seen this motherfucker before?
You ever seen this motherfucker before?	Who, Mr. White?
Who, Mr. White?	Yeah.
Yeah.	No, he ain't familiar. He ain't one of Cabot's soldiers either. He's gotta be from outta town. But Joe knows him real well.
No, he ain't familiar. He ain't one of Cabot's soldiers either. He's gotta be from outta town. But Joe knows him real well.	How can you tell?
How can you tell?	The way they talk to each other. You can tell they're buddies.
The way they talk to each other. You can tell they're buddies.	Did the two of you talk?
Did the two of you talk?	Me and Mr. White?
Me and Mr. White?	Yeah.
Yeah.	A little.
A little.	What about?
What about?	The Brewers.
The Brewers.	The Milwaukee Brewers?
The Milwaukee Brewers?	Yeah. They had just won the night before, and he made a killing off 'em.
Yeah. They had just won the night before, and he made a killing off 'em.	Well, if this crook's a Brewers fan, his ass has gotta be from Wisconsin. And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned-if-I- know, that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I want you to go through the mugs of guys from old Milwaukee with a history of armed robbery, and put a name to that face.
What's this?	It's a scene. Memorize it.
It's a scene. Memorize it.	What?
What?	A undercover cop has got to be Marlon Brando. To do this job you got to be a great actor. You got to be naturalistic. You got to be naturalistic as hell. If you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bullshit in this job.
A undercover cop has got to be Marlon Brando. To do this job you got to be a great actor. You got to be naturalistic. You got to be naturalistic as hell. If you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bullshit in this job.	But what is this?
But what is this?	It's a amusing anecdote about a drug deal.
It's a amusing anecdote about a drug deal.	What?
What?	Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job.
Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job.	I gotta memorize all this shit?
I gotta memorize all this shit?	It's like a joke. You remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. The only way to make it your own is to keep sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it.
It's like a joke. You remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. The only way to make it your own is to keep sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it.	I can do that.
I can do that.	The things you gotta remember are the details. It's the details that sell your story. Now this story takes place in this men's room. So you gotta know the details about this men's room. You gotta know they got a blower instead of a towel to dry your hands. You gotta know the stalls ain't got no doors. You gotta know whether they got liquid or powdered soap, whether they got hot water or not, 'cause if you do your job when you tell your story, everybody should believe it. And if you tell your story to somebody who's actually taken a piss in this men's room, and you get one detail they remember right, they'll swear by you.
Myself and Mr. Pink?	You two take the manager in the back and make him give you the diamonds. We're there for those stones, period. Since no display cases are being fucked with, no alarms should go off. We're out of there in two minutes, not one second longer. What if the manager won't give up the diamonds?
You two take the manager in the back and make him give you the diamonds. We're there for those stones, period. Since no display cases are being fucked with, no alarms should go off. We're out of there in two minutes, not one second longer. What if the manager won't give up the diamonds?	When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you and resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer or an employee who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Drops 'em right to the floor. Everyone jumps, he falls down, screaming, blood squirts out his nose. Freaks everybody out. Nobody says fuckin' shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to ya. But give her a look, like you're gonna smash her in the face next. Watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. The managers know better than to fuck around. So if one's givin' you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy. So what you gotta do is break that son-of-a-bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then you tell 'im his thumb's next. After that he'll tell ya if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry, let's get a taco.
Who's your parole officer?	A guy named Scagnetti. Seymour Scagnetti.
A guy named Scagnetti. Seymour Scagnetti.	How is he?
How is he?	Fuckin' asshole, won't let me leave the halfway house.
Fuckin' asshole, won't let me leave the halfway house.	Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin' jungle bunny goes out there, slits some old woman's throat for twenty- five cents. Fuckin' nigger gets Doris Day as a parole officer. But a good fella like you gets stuck with a ball-bustin' prick.
Toby... who the fuck is Toby? Toby... Toby... think... think... think...	It's not about a nice girl who meets a sensitive boy. Now granted that's what "True Blue" is about, no argument about that.
Wong?	Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry- fucking-Vale.
Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry- fucking-Vale.	Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You know, like the Chinese name?
But he's OK. If he wasn't OK, he wouldn't be here. Okay, let me introduce everybody to everybody. But once again, at the risk of being redundant, if I even think I hear somebody telling or referring to somebody by their Christian name... ...you won't want to be you. Okay, quickly. Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.	Why am I Mr. Pink?
Why am I Mr. Pink?	Cause you're a faggot, alright?
What's that?	I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. Toby what? What the fuck was her last name?
No, she did it. She killed the cheatin' wife, too.	Who gives a damn?
I'll take care of this, you guys leave the tip. And when I come back, I want my book back.	Sorry, it's my book now.
Sorry, it's my book now.	Blonde, shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
What the fuck are you talking about?	That piece of shit. Workin' with the cops.
Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.	Like hell I am.
Like hell I am.	Joe, trust me on this, you've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand you're hot, you're super-fuckin' pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man, and he wouldn't do that.
Joe, trust me on this, you've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand you're hot, you're super-fuckin' pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man, and he wouldn't do that.	You don't know jack shit. I do. This rotten bastard tipped off the cops and got Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.
He was the only one I wasn't a hundred percent on. I should have my fucking head examined for goin' forward when I wasn't a hundred percent. But he seemed like a good kid, and I was impatient and greedy and all the things that fuck you up.	That's your proof?
That's your proof?	You don't need proof when you got instinct. I ignored it before, but not no more.
Larry, I'm gonna kill him.	Goddamn you, Joe, don't make me do this!
Goddamn you, Joe, don't make me do this!	Larry, I'm askin' you to trust me on this.
Larry, I'm askin' you to trust me on this.	Don't ask me that.
Don't ask me that.	I'm not askin', I'm betting.
Okay ramblers, let's get to rambling. Wait a minute, who didn't throw in?	Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink.	Mr. Pink? Why?
Mr. Pink? Why?	He don't tip.
He don't tip.	He don't tip? You don't tip? Why?
He don't tip? You don't tip? Why?	He don't believe in it.
He don't believe in it.	He don't believe in it? You don't believe in it?
He don't believe in it? You don't believe in it?	Nope.
Nope.	Shut up! Cough up the buck, ya cheap bastard, I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
That fucking bastard! That fucking sick fucking bastard!	Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's officers positioned and waiting to move in a block away.
Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's officers positioned and waiting to move in a block away.	What the fuck are they waiting for? That motherfucker cut off my ear! He slashed my face! I'm deformed!
What the fuck are they waiting for? That motherfucker cut off my ear! He slashed my face! I'm deformed!	And I'm dying. They don't know that. All they know is they're not to make a move until Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent undercover to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they said he's on his way. Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door.
You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?	You didn't ask.
You didn't ask.	Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he say?
Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he say?	Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a look at the little surprise I brought you.
Because this guy's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed at us, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for puttin' me in the same room as this bastard.	You see what I been puttin' up with? As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit. I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin' put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah."
You see what I been puttin' up with? As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit. I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin' put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah."	He's the reason the place turned into a shooting gallery. What are you, a silent partner? Fuckin' tell him.
Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on, and wait for Joe. I can't do anything for you, but when Joe gets here, which should be anytime now, he'll be able to help you. We're just gonna sit here, and wait for Joe. Who are we waiting for?	Joe.
Joe.	Bet your sweet ass we are.
Look, I don't wanna be a fly in the ointment, but if help doesn't come soon, I gotta see a doctor. I don't give a fuck about jail, I just don't wanna die.	You're not gonna fucking die, all right?
You're not gonna fucking die, all right?	I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hurt, and I'm hurt bad.
I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hurt, and I'm hurt bad.	It's not good...
It's not good...	Hey, bless your heart for what you're trying to do. I was panicking for a moment, but I've got my senses back now. The situation is, I'm shot in the belly. And without medical attention, I'm gonna die.
Hey, bless your heart for what you're trying to do. I was panicking for a moment, but I've got my senses back now. The situation is, I'm shot in the belly. And without medical attention, I'm gonna die.	I can' take you to a hospital.
I can' take you to a hospital.	Fuck jail! I don't give a shit about jail. But I can't die. You don't have to take me in. Just drive me up to the front, drop me on the sidewalk. I'll take care of myself. I won't tell them anything. I swear to fucking god, I won't tell 'em anything. Look in my eyes, look right in my eyes. I-won't-tell-them-anything. You'll be safe.
Fuck jail! I don't give a shit about jail. But I can't die. You don't have to take me in. Just drive me up to the front, drop me on the sidewalk. I'll take care of myself. I won't tell them anything. I swear to fucking god, I won't tell 'em anything. Look in my eyes, look right in my eyes. I-won't-tell-them-anything. You'll be safe.	Lie back down, and try to -
Lie back down, and try to -	I'm going to die! I need a doctor! I'm begging you, take me to a doctor.

What? Nobody set anybody up.

The cops were there waitin' for us!

Bullshit.

Hey, fuck you man, you weren't there, we were. And I'm tellin' ya, the cops had that store staked out.

Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?

What the fuck d'you think we've been askin' each other?

And what are your answers? Was it me? You think I set you up?

I don't know, but somebody did.

Nobody did. You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why cops show up.

I take it this is the bastard you told me about. Why the hell are you beating on him?

So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up.

Would you stop it with that shit! You beat on this prick enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so. Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them.

I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station.

Well, let's go get it. We also gotta get rid of all those cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot outside. You stay here and babysit Orange and the cop. You two take a car each, I'll follow ya. You ditch it, I'll pick you up, then we'll pick up the stones. And while I'm following you, I'll arrange for some sort of a doctor for our friend.

What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't lettin' him go. Not after he's seen everybody. You should've never took him outta your trunk in the first place.

We were trying to find out what he knew about the set up.

There is no fuckin' set up! Look, this is the news. Blondie, you stay here and take care of them two. White and Pink come with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and sees all those fucking cars parked out front, he's going to be as mad at me as he is at you.

Go ahead and laugh, you know what I mean. What a while bitch will put up with, a black bitch won't put up with for a minute. They got a line, and if you cross it, they fuck you up.

I gotta go along with Mr. Pink on this. I've seen it happen.

The black Beverly Hills. I knew this lady from Ladora Heights once. "Hi, I'm from Ladora Heights, it's the black Beverly Hills."

It's not the black Beverly Hills, it's the black Palos Verdes. Anyway, this chick, Elois, was a man-eater- upper. I bet every guy who's ever met her has jacked off to her at least once. You know who she looked like? Christie Love. 'Member that TV show "Get Christie Love"? She was a black female cop. She always used to say "You're under arrest, sugar."

I was in the sixth grade when that show was on. I totally dug it. What the fuck was the name of the chick who played Christie Love?

Pam Grier.

No, it wasn't Pam Grier, Pam Grier was the other one. Pam Grier made the movies. Christie Love was like a Pam Grier TV show, without Pam Grier.

What the fuck was that chick's name? Oh this is just great, I'm totally fuckin' tortured now.

Well, whoever she was, Elois looked like her. So one night I walk into the club, and no Elois. Now the bartender was a wetback, he was a friend of mine, his name was Carlos. So I asked him "Hey, Carlos, where's Lady E tonight?" Well apparently Lady E was married to this real piece of dog shit. I mean a real animal. And apparently he would so things to her.

Nice Guy. When we got to the bar...

...What bar?

The Boots and Socks in Gardena. When we got there, I met Joe and a guy named Mr. White. It's a phony name. My name's Mr. Orange.

You ever seen this motherfucker before?

Who, Mr. White?

Yeah.

No, he ain't familiar. He ain't one of Cabot's soldiers either. He's gotta be from outta town. But Joe knows him real well.

How can you tell?

The way they talk to each other. You can tell they're buddies.

Did the two of you talk?

Me and Mr. White?

Yeah.

A little.

What about?

The Brewers.

The Milwaukee Brewers?

Yeah. They had just won the night before, and he made a killing off 'em.

Well, if this crook's a Brewers fan, his ass has gotta be from Wisconsin. And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned-if-I- know, that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I want you to go through the mugs of guys from old Milwaukee with a history of armed robbery, and put a name to that face.

What's this?

It's a scene. Memorize it.

What?

A undercover cop has got to be Marlon Brando. To do this job you got to be a great actor. You got to be naturalistic. You got to be naturalistic as hell. If you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bullshit in this job.

But what is this?

It's a amusing anecdote about a drug deal.

What?

Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a job.

I gotta memorize all this shit?

It's like a joke. You remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. The only way to make it your own is to keep sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it, and sayin' it.

I can do that.

The things you gotta remember are the details. It's the details that sell your story. Now this story takes place in this men's room. So you gotta know the details about this men's room. You gotta know they got a blower instead of a towel to dry your hands. You gotta know the stalls ain't got no doors. You gotta know whether they got liquid or powdered soap, whether they got hot water or not, 'cause if you do your job when you tell your story, everybody should believe it. And if you tell your story to somebody who's actually taken a piss in this men's room, and you get one detail they remember right, they'll swear by you.

Myself and Mr. Pink?

You two take the manager in the back and make him give you the diamonds. We're there for those stones, period. Since no display cases are being fucked with, no alarms should go off. We're out of there in two minutes, not one second longer. What if the manager won't give up the diamonds?

When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you and resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer or an employee who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Drops 'em right to the floor. Everyone jumps, he falls down, screaming, blood squirts out his nose. Freaks everybody out. Nobody says fuckin' shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to ya. But give her a look, like you're gonna smash her in the face next. Watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. The managers know better than to fuck around. So if one's givin' you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy. So what you gotta do is break that son-of-a-bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then you tell 'im his thumb's next. After that he'll tell ya if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry, let's get a taco.

Who's your parole officer?

A guy named Scagnetti. Seymour Scagnetti.

How is he?

Fuckin' asshole, won't let me leave the halfway house.

Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin' jungle bunny goes out there, slits some old woman's throat for twenty- five cents. Fuckin' nigger gets Doris Day as a parole officer. But a good fella like you gets stuck with a ball-bustin' prick.

Toby... who the fuck is Toby? Toby... Toby... think... think... think...

It's not about a nice girl who meets a sensitive boy. Now granted that's what "True Blue" is about, no argument about that.

Wong?

Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry- fucking-Vale.

Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You know, like the Chinese name?

But he's OK. If he wasn't OK, he wouldn't be here. Okay, let me introduce everybody to everybody. But once again, at the risk of being redundant, if I even think I hear somebody telling or referring to somebody by their Christian name... ...you won't want to be you. Okay, quickly. Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.

Why am I Mr. Pink?

Cause you're a faggot, alright?

What's that?

I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. Toby what? What the fuck was her last name?

No, she did it. She killed the cheatin' wife, too.

Who gives a damn?

I'll take care of this, you guys leave the tip. And when I come back, I want my book back.

Sorry, it's my book now.

Blonde, shoot this piece of shit, will ya?

What the fuck are you talking about?

That piece of shit. Workin' with the cops.

Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.

Like hell I am.

Joe, trust me on this, you've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand you're hot, you're super-fuckin' pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man, and he wouldn't do that.

You don't know jack shit. I do. This rotten bastard tipped off the cops and got Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.

He was the only one I wasn't a hundred percent on. I should have my fucking head examined for goin' forward when I wasn't a hundred percent. But he seemed like a good kid, and I was impatient and greedy and all the things that fuck you up.

That's your proof?

You don't need proof when you got instinct. I ignored it before, but not no more.

Larry, I'm gonna kill him.

Goddamn you, Joe, don't make me do this!

Larry, I'm askin' you to trust me on this.

Don't ask me that.

I'm not askin', I'm betting.

Okay ramblers, let's get to rambling. Wait a minute, who didn't throw in?

Mr. Pink.

Mr. Pink? Why?

He don't tip.

He don't tip? You don't tip? Why?

He don't believe in it.

He don't believe in it? You don't believe in it?

Nope.

Shut up! Cough up the buck, ya cheap bastard, I paid for your goddamn breakfast.

That fucking bastard! That fucking sick fucking bastard!

Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's officers positioned and waiting to move in a block away.

What the fuck are they waiting for? That motherfucker cut off my ear! He slashed my face! I'm deformed!

And I'm dying. They don't know that. All they know is they're not to make a move until Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent undercover to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they said he's on his way. Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door.

You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?

You didn't ask.

Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he say?

Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a look at the little surprise I brought you.

Because this guy's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed at us, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for puttin' me in the same room as this bastard.

You see what I been puttin' up with? As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit. I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin' put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah."

He's the reason the place turned into a shooting gallery. What are you, a silent partner? Fuckin' tell him.

Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on, and wait for Joe. I can't do anything for you, but when Joe gets here, which should be anytime now, he'll be able to help you. We're just gonna sit here, and wait for Joe. Who are we waiting for?

Joe.

Bet your sweet ass we are.

Look, I don't wanna be a fly in the ointment, but if help doesn't come soon, I gotta see a doctor. I don't give a fuck about jail, I just don't wanna die.

You're not gonna fucking die, all right?

I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hurt, and I'm hurt bad.

It's not good...

Hey, bless your heart for what you're trying to do. I was panicking for a moment, but I've got my senses back now. The situation is, I'm shot in the belly. And without medical attention, I'm gonna die.

I can' take you to a hospital.

Fuck jail! I don't give a shit about jail. But I can't die. You don't have to take me in. Just drive me up to the front, drop me on the sidewalk. I'll take care of myself. I won't tell them anything. I swear to fucking god, I won't tell 'em anything. Look in my eyes, look right in my eyes. I-won't-tell-them-anything. You'll be safe.

Lie back down, and try to -

I'm going to die! I need a doctor! I'm begging you, take me to a doctor.