MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Uhuh, uhuh, what's I tell ya? That sick piece of shit was a stone cold psycho.	You could've asked the cop, if you didn't just kill him. He talked about what he was going to do when he was slicing him up.
I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip?	I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin' their job.
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.	You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.	So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin' ya food, you should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit.
Gun shot.	Oh that's just fucking great! Where's Brown?
Oh that's just fucking great! Where's Brown?	Dead.
Dead.	Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?
Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?	How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.	Oh this is bad, this is so bad. Is it bad?
Oh this is bad, this is so bad. Is it bad?	As opposed to good?
As opposed to good?	This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us big time.
This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us big time.	You really think we were set up?
You really think we were set up?	You even doubt it? I don't think we got set up, I know we got set up! I mean really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there. I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Those were the ones responding to the alarm. But those other motherfuckers were already there, they were waiting for us. You haven't thought about this?
You even doubt it? I don't think we got set up, I know we got set up! I mean really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there. I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Those were the ones responding to the alarm. But those other motherfuckers were already there, they were waiting for us. You haven't thought about this?	I haven't had a chance to think. First I was just trying to get the fuck outta there. And after we got away, I've just been dealin' with him.
I haven't had a chance to think. First I was just trying to get the fuck outta there. And after we got away, I've just been dealin' with him.	Well, you better start thinking about it. Cause I, sure as fuck, am thinking about it. In fact, that's all I'm thinking about. I came this close to just driving off. Whoever set us up, knows about this place. There could've been cops sitting here waiting for me. For all we know, there's cops, driving fast, on their way here now.
Well, you better start thinking about it. Cause I, sure as fuck, am thinking about it. In fact, that's all I'm thinking about. I came this close to just driving off. Whoever set us up, knows about this place. There could've been cops sitting here waiting for me. For all we know, there's cops, driving fast, on their way here now.	Let's go in the other room...
What the fuck am I doing here? I felt funny about this job right off. As soon as I felt it I should said "No thank you", and walked. But I never fucking listen. Every time I ever got burned buying weed, I always knew the guy wasn't right. I just felt it. But I wanted to believe him. If he's not lyin' to me, and it really is Thai stick, then whoa baby. But it's never Thai stick. And I always said if I felt that way about a job, I'd walk. And I did, and I didn't, because of fuckin' money!	What's done is done, I need you cool. Are you cool?
What's done is done, I need you cool. Are you cool?	I'm cool.
I'm cool.	Splash some water on your face. Take a breather.
Okay, let's go through what happened. We're in the place, everything's going fine. Then the alarm gets tripped. I turn around and all these cops are outside. You're right, it was like, bam! I blink my eyes are they're there. Everybody starts going apeshit. Then Mr. Blonde starts shootin' all the -	That's not correct.
That's not correct.	What's wrong with it?
What's wrong with it?	The cops didn't show up after the alarm went off. They didn't show till after Mr. Blonde started shooting everyone.
The cops didn't show up after the alarm went off. They didn't show till after Mr. Blonde started shooting everyone.	As soon as I heard the alarm, I saw the cops.
As soon as I heard the alarm, I saw the cops.	I'm telling ya, it wasn't that soon. They didn't let their presence be known until after Mr. Blonde went off. I'm not sayin' they weren't there, I'm sayin' they were there. But they didn't move in till Mr. Blonde became a madman. That's how I know we were set up. You can see that, can't you, Mr. White?
I'm telling ya, it wasn't that soon. They didn't let their presence be known until after Mr. Blonde went off. I'm not sayin' they weren't there, I'm sayin' they were there. But they didn't move in till Mr. Blonde became a madman. That's how I know we were set up. You can see that, can't you, Mr. White?	Look, enough of this "Mr White" shit -
Look, enough of this "Mr White" shit -	Don't tell me your name, I don't want to know! I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya mine.
Don't tell me your name, I don't want to know! I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya mine.	You're right, this is bad. How did you get out?
You're right, this is bad. How did you get out?	Shot my way out. Everybody was shooting, so I just blasted my way outta there.
Tagged a couple of cops. Did you kill anybody?	A few cops.
A few cops.	No real people?
No real people?	Uh-uh, just cops.
Uh-uh, just cops.	Could you believe Mr. Blonde?
Could you believe Mr. Blonde?	That was one of the most insane fucking things I've ever seen. Why the fuck would Joe hire somebody like that?
That was one of the most insane fucking things I've ever seen. Why the fuck would Joe hire somebody like that?	I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way of the other, you're gettin' outta my way.
I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way of the other, you're gettin' outta my way.	That's the way I look at it. A choice between doin' ten years, and takin' out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman either. What the fuck was Joe thinkin'? You can't work with a guy like that. That motherfucker's unstable. What do you think? Do you think he panicked, or ya think he's just trigger-happy?
That's the way I look at it. A choice between doin' ten years, and takin' out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman either. What the fuck was Joe thinkin'? You can't work with a guy like that. That motherfucker's unstable. What do you think? Do you think he panicked, or ya think he's just trigger-happy?	I think he's a sick fuckin' maniac! We're awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us, when he shot up the place. I came this fucking close - to taking his ass out myself. Everybody panics. When things get tense, everybody panics. Everybody. I don't care what your name is, you can't help it. It's human nature. But ya panic on the inside. Ya panic in your head. Ya give yourself a couple a seconds of panic, then you get a grip and deal with the situation. What you don't do, is shoot up the place and kill everybody.
I think he's a sick fuckin' maniac! We're awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us, when he shot up the place. I came this fucking close - to taking his ass out myself. Everybody panics. When things get tense, everybody panics. Everybody. I don't care what your name is, you can't help it. It's human nature. But ya panic on the inside. Ya panic in your head. Ya give yourself a couple a seconds of panic, then you get a grip and deal with the situation. What you don't do, is shoot up the place and kill everybody.	What you're supposed to do is act like a fuckin' professional. A psychopath is not a professional. You can't work with a psychopath, 'cause ya don't know what those sick assholes are gonna do next. I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do you think that black girl was? Twenty, maybe twenty-one?
What you're supposed to do is act like a fuckin' professional. A psychopath is not a professional. You can't work with a psychopath, 'cause ya don't know what those sick assholes are gonna do next. I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do you think that black girl was? Twenty, maybe twenty-one?	Did ya see what happened to anybody else?
Did ya see what happened to anybody else?	Me and Mr. Orange jumped in the car and Mr. Brown floored it. After that, I don't know what went down.
Me and Mr. Orange jumped in the car and Mr. Brown floored it. After that, I don't know what went down.	At that point it became every man for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't got the foggiest. Once I got out, I never looked back.
At that point it became every man for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't got the foggiest. Once I got out, I never looked back.	What do you think?
What do you think?	What do I think? I think the cops caught them, or killed 'em.
What do I think? I think the cops caught them, or killed 'em.	Not even a chance they punched through? You found a hole.
Not even a chance they punched through? You found a hole.	Yeah, and that was a fucking miracle. But if they did get away, where the fuck are they?
Yeah, and that was a fucking miracle. But if they did get away, where the fuck are they?	You don't think it's possible, one of them got a hold of the diamonds and pulled a -
You don't think it's possible, one of them got a hold of the diamonds and pulled a -	Nope.
Nope.	How can you be so sure?
How can you be so sure?	I got the diamonds.
I got the diamonds.	Where?
Where?	I got 'em, all right?
I got 'em, all right?	Where? Are they out in the car?
Where? Are they out in the car?	No, they're not in the car. No, I don't have them on me. Ya wanna go with me and get 'em? Yes, we can go right now. But first listen to what I'm telling you. We were fuckin' set up! Somebody is in league with the cops. We got a Judas in our midst. And I'm thinkin' we should have our fuckin' heads examined for waiting around here.
No, they're not in the car. No, I don't have them on me. Ya wanna go with me and get 'em? Yes, we can go right now. But first listen to what I'm telling you. We were fuckin' set up! Somebody is in league with the cops. We got a Judas in our midst. And I'm thinkin' we should have our fuckin' heads examined for waiting around here.	That was the plan, we meet here.
That was the plan, we meet here.	Then where is everybody? I say the plan became null and void once we found out we got a rat in the house. We ain't got the slightest fuckin' idea what happened to Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could both be dead or arrested. They could be sweatin' 'em, down at the station house right now. Yeah they don't know the names, but they can sing about this place. I mean, that could be happening right now. As we speak, the cops could be in their cars, drivin' here this minute.
Then where is everybody? I say the plan became null and void once we found out we got a rat in the house. We ain't got the slightest fuckin' idea what happened to Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could both be dead or arrested. They could be sweatin' 'em, down at the station house right now. Yeah they don't know the names, but they can sing about this place. I mean, that could be happening right now. As we speak, the cops could be in their cars, drivin' here this minute.	I swear to god I'm fuckin' jinxed.
I swear to god I'm fuckin' jinxed.	What?
What?	Two jobs back, it was a four man job, we discovered one of the team was an undercover cop.
Two jobs back, it was a four man job, we discovered one of the team was an undercover cop.	No shit?
No shit?	Thank god, we discovered in time. We hadda forget the whole fuckin' thing. Just walked away from it.
Thank god, we discovered in time. We hadda forget the whole fuckin' thing. Just walked away from it.	So who's the rat this time? Mr. Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's Joe's show, he set this whole thing up. Maybe he set it up to set it up.
So who's the rat this time? Mr. Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's Joe's show, he set this whole thing up. Maybe he set it up to set it up.	I don't buy it. Me and Joe go back a long time. I can tell ya straight up, Joe definitely didn't have anything to do with this bullshit.
I don't buy it. Me and Joe go back a long time. I can tell ya straight up, Joe definitely didn't have anything to do with this bullshit.	Oh, you and Joe go back a long time. I known Joe since I was a kid. But me saying Joe definitely couldn't have done it is ridiculous. I can say I definitely didn't do it, cause I know what I did or didn't do. But I can't definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know. For all I know, you're the rat.
Oh, you and Joe go back a long time. I known Joe since I was a kid. But me saying Joe definitely couldn't have done it is ridiculous. I can say I definitely didn't do it, cause I know what I did or didn't do. But I can't definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know. For all I know, you're the rat.	For all I know, you're the rat.
For all I know, you're the rat.	Now you're using your head. For all we know, he's the rat.
Now you're using your head. For all we know, he's the rat.	That kid in there is dying from a fuckin' bullet that I saw him take. So don't be calling him a rat.
That kid in there is dying from a fuckin' bullet that I saw him take. So don't be calling him a rat.	Look, asshole, I'm right! Somebody's a fuckin' rat. How many times do I hafta say it before it sinks in your skull?
He will be dead fer sure, if we don't get him to a hospital.	We can't take him to a hospital.
We can't take him to a hospital.	Without medical attention, this man won't live through the night. That bullet in his belly is my fault. Now while that might not mean jack shit to you, it means a helluva lot to me. And I'm not gonna just sit around and watch him die.
Without medical attention, this man won't live through the night. That bullet in his belly is my fault. Now while that might not mean jack shit to you, it means a helluva lot to me. And I'm not gonna just sit around and watch him die.	Well, first things first, staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.
Well, first things first, staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.	So what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake, he screams in pain.
So what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake, he screams in pain.	You gotta idea, spit it out.
You gotta idea, spit it out.	Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, Joe could get him to a doctor, Joe could get a doctor to come and see him.
We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought we was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out that information, it's against the rules. I don't trust you enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I couldn't.	Oh, I don't doubt is was quite beautiful -
Oh, I don't doubt is was quite beautiful -	Don't fuckin' patronize me.
Don't fuckin' patronize me.	One question: Do they have a sheet on you, where you told him you're from?
One question: Do they have a sheet on you, where you told him you're from?	Of course.
Of course.	Well that's that, then. I mean, I was worried about mug shot possibilities already. But now he knows: what you look like, what your first name is, where you're from and what your specialty is. They ain't gonna hafta show him a helluva lot of pictures for him to pick you out. That's it right, you didn't tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection?
Well that's that, then. I mean, I was worried about mug shot possibilities already. But now he knows: what you look like, what your first name is, where you're from and what your specialty is. They ain't gonna hafta show him a helluva lot of pictures for him to pick you out. That's it right, you didn't tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection?	If I have to tell you again to back off, me an you are gonna go round and round.
You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!	Fuck you, White! I didn't create this situation, I'm just dealin' with it. You're acting like a first- year fuckin' thief. I'm actin like a professional. They get him, they can get you, they get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen. And you, you motherfucker, are looking at me like it's my fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than to tell him. Fuck, fifteen minutes ago, you almost told me your name. You, buddy, are stuck in a situation you created. So if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.
Both of you two assholes knock it the fuck off and calm down!	So you wanna git bit, huh?
So you wanna git bit, huh?	Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a fuckin' playground! I don't believe this shit, both of you got ten years on me, and I'm the only one actin like a professional. You guys act like a bunch of fuckin' niggers. You ever work a job with a bunch of niggers? They're just like you two, always fightin', always sayin' they're gonna kill one another.
Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a fuckin' playground! I don't believe this shit, both of you got ten years on me, and I'm the only one actin like a professional. You guys act like a bunch of fuckin' niggers. You ever work a job with a bunch of niggers? They're just like you two, always fightin', always sayin' they're gonna kill one another.	You said yourself, you thought about takin' him out.
You said yourself, you thought about takin' him out.	Then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
Then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.	You takin' his side?
You takin' his side?	Fuck sides! What we need is a little solidarity here. Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and we gotta find out whose hand's on the handle. Now I know I'm no piece of shit... And I'm pretty sure you're a good boy... And I'm fuckin positive you're on the level. So let's figure out who's the bad guy.
Okay, Mr. Expert. If this is such a truism, how come every nigger I know treats his woman like a piece of shit?	I'll make you a bet that those same damn niggers who were showin' their ass in public, when their bitches get 'em home, they chill the fuck out.
I'll make you a bet that those same damn niggers who were showin' their ass in public, when their bitches get 'em home, they chill the fuck out.	Not these guys.
Not these guys.	Yeah, those guys too.
Oh, he was a widower. Why didn't you say that?... Don't worry, sweetie, I can whip up a new batch in a flash.	I think he wants me.
I think he wants me.	Ha! Right bitch!
We already know each other. Hey, Brenda.	Hey, Cindy. Your friend needs help.
Hey, Cindy. Your friend needs help.	Actually, I just met her. This is Alex.
Actually, I just met her. This is Alex.	Oh my god. Madam Elsa, my psychic, told me I would meet somebody whose name starts with a letter of the alphabet today.
Oh my god. Madam Elsa, my psychic, told me I would meet somebody whose name starts with a letter of the alphabet today.	Really? That's amazing.
Really? That's amazing.	Hey girl, that jacket is slamming.
Hey girl, that jacket is slamming.	Thanks.
Thanks.	You better be careful. I heard some girl got her ass whooped and jacket stolen earlier today. Hey, what class do we have next?
You better be careful. I heard some girl got her ass whooped and jacket stolen earlier today. Hey, what class do we have next?	Psychology.
This house was built in 1898 by a man named Archibald Keaton as a gift to his wife, Cora.	Yes, I feel their spirits. Cora... Keaton... I am here to communicate...
Yes, I feel their spirits. Cora... Keaton... I am here to communicate...	No, they sold the house in 1920 to a millionaire, Uriah Bloodworth.

Uhuh, uhuh, what's I tell ya? That sick piece of shit was a stone cold psycho.

You could've asked the cop, if you didn't just kill him. He talked about what he was going to do when he was slicing him up.

I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip?

I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin' their job.

Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin' ya food, you should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit.

Gun shot.

Oh that's just fucking great! Where's Brown?

Dead.

Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?

How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.

Oh this is bad, this is so bad. Is it bad?

As opposed to good?

This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us big time.

You really think we were set up?

You even doubt it? I don't think we got set up, I know we got set up! I mean really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there. I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. Okay, when an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Those were the ones responding to the alarm. But those other motherfuckers were already there, they were waiting for us. You haven't thought about this?

I haven't had a chance to think. First I was just trying to get the fuck outta there. And after we got away, I've just been dealin' with him.

Well, you better start thinking about it. Cause I, sure as fuck, am thinking about it. In fact, that's all I'm thinking about. I came this close to just driving off. Whoever set us up, knows about this place. There could've been cops sitting here waiting for me. For all we know, there's cops, driving fast, on their way here now.

Let's go in the other room...

What the fuck am I doing here? I felt funny about this job right off. As soon as I felt it I should said "No thank you", and walked. But I never fucking listen. Every time I ever got burned buying weed, I always knew the guy wasn't right. I just felt it. But I wanted to believe him. If he's not lyin' to me, and it really is Thai stick, then whoa baby. But it's never Thai stick. And I always said if I felt that way about a job, I'd walk. And I did, and I didn't, because of fuckin' money!

What's done is done, I need you cool. Are you cool?

I'm cool.

Splash some water on your face. Take a breather.

Okay, let's go through what happened. We're in the place, everything's going fine. Then the alarm gets tripped. I turn around and all these cops are outside. You're right, it was like, bam! I blink my eyes are they're there. Everybody starts going apeshit. Then Mr. Blonde starts shootin' all the -

That's not correct.

What's wrong with it?

The cops didn't show up after the alarm went off. They didn't show till after Mr. Blonde started shooting everyone.

As soon as I heard the alarm, I saw the cops.

I'm telling ya, it wasn't that soon. They didn't let their presence be known until after Mr. Blonde went off. I'm not sayin' they weren't there, I'm sayin' they were there. But they didn't move in till Mr. Blonde became a madman. That's how I know we were set up. You can see that, can't you, Mr. White?

Look, enough of this "Mr White" shit -

Don't tell me your name, I don't want to know! I sure as hell ain't gonna tell ya mine.

You're right, this is bad. How did you get out?

Shot my way out. Everybody was shooting, so I just blasted my way outta there.

Tagged a couple of cops. Did you kill anybody?

A few cops.

No real people?

Uh-uh, just cops.

Could you believe Mr. Blonde?

That was one of the most insane fucking things I've ever seen. Why the fuck would Joe hire somebody like that?

I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way of the other, you're gettin' outta my way.

That's the way I look at it. A choice between doin' ten years, and takin' out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman either. What the fuck was Joe thinkin'? You can't work with a guy like that. That motherfucker's unstable. What do you think? Do you think he panicked, or ya think he's just trigger-happy?

I think he's a sick fuckin' maniac! We're awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us, when he shot up the place. I came this fucking close - to taking his ass out myself. Everybody panics. When things get tense, everybody panics. Everybody. I don't care what your name is, you can't help it. It's human nature. But ya panic on the inside. Ya panic in your head. Ya give yourself a couple a seconds of panic, then you get a grip and deal with the situation. What you don't do, is shoot up the place and kill everybody.

What you're supposed to do is act like a fuckin' professional. A psychopath is not a professional. You can't work with a psychopath, 'cause ya don't know what those sick assholes are gonna do next. I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do you think that black girl was? Twenty, maybe twenty-one?

Did ya see what happened to anybody else?

Me and Mr. Orange jumped in the car and Mr. Brown floored it. After that, I don't know what went down.

At that point it became every man for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't got the foggiest. Once I got out, I never looked back.

What do you think?

What do I think? I think the cops caught them, or killed 'em.

Not even a chance they punched through? You found a hole.

Yeah, and that was a fucking miracle. But if they did get away, where the fuck are they?

You don't think it's possible, one of them got a hold of the diamonds and pulled a -

Nope.

How can you be so sure?

I got the diamonds.

Where?

I got 'em, all right?

Where? Are they out in the car?

No, they're not in the car. No, I don't have them on me. Ya wanna go with me and get 'em? Yes, we can go right now. But first listen to what I'm telling you. We were fuckin' set up! Somebody is in league with the cops. We got a Judas in our midst. And I'm thinkin' we should have our fuckin' heads examined for waiting around here.

That was the plan, we meet here.

Then where is everybody? I say the plan became null and void once we found out we got a rat in the house. We ain't got the slightest fuckin' idea what happened to Mr. Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could both be dead or arrested. They could be sweatin' 'em, down at the station house right now. Yeah they don't know the names, but they can sing about this place. I mean, that could be happening right now. As we speak, the cops could be in their cars, drivin' here this minute.

I swear to god I'm fuckin' jinxed.

What?

Two jobs back, it was a four man job, we discovered one of the team was an undercover cop.

No shit?

Thank god, we discovered in time. We hadda forget the whole fuckin' thing. Just walked away from it.

So who's the rat this time? Mr. Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's Joe's show, he set this whole thing up. Maybe he set it up to set it up.

I don't buy it. Me and Joe go back a long time. I can tell ya straight up, Joe definitely didn't have anything to do with this bullshit.

Oh, you and Joe go back a long time. I known Joe since I was a kid. But me saying Joe definitely couldn't have done it is ridiculous. I can say I definitely didn't do it, cause I know what I did or didn't do. But I can't definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know. For all I know, you're the rat.

For all I know, you're the rat.

Now you're using your head. For all we know, he's the rat.

That kid in there is dying from a fuckin' bullet that I saw him take. So don't be calling him a rat.

Look, asshole, I'm right! Somebody's a fuckin' rat. How many times do I hafta say it before it sinks in your skull?

He will be dead fer sure, if we don't get him to a hospital.

We can't take him to a hospital.

Without medical attention, this man won't live through the night. That bullet in his belly is my fault. Now while that might not mean jack shit to you, it means a helluva lot to me. And I'm not gonna just sit around and watch him die.

Well, first things first, staying here's goofy. We gotta book up.

So what do you suggest, we go to a hotel? We got a guy who's shot in the belly, he can't walk, he bleeds like a stuck pig, and when he's awake, he screams in pain.

You gotta idea, spit it out.

Joe could help him. If we can get in touch with Joe, Joe could get him to a doctor, Joe could get a doctor to come and see him.

We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin' fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought we was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out that information, it's against the rules. I don't trust you enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I couldn't.

Oh, I don't doubt is was quite beautiful -

Don't fuckin' patronize me.

One question: Do they have a sheet on you, where you told him you're from?

Of course.

Well that's that, then. I mean, I was worried about mug shot possibilities already. But now he knows: what you look like, what your first name is, where you're from and what your specialty is. They ain't gonna hafta show him a helluva lot of pictures for him to pick you out. That's it right, you didn't tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection?

If I have to tell you again to back off, me an you are gonna go round and round.

You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!

Fuck you, White! I didn't create this situation, I'm just dealin' with it. You're acting like a first- year fuckin' thief. I'm actin like a professional. They get him, they can get you, they get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen. And you, you motherfucker, are looking at me like it's my fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than to tell him. Fuck, fifteen minutes ago, you almost told me your name. You, buddy, are stuck in a situation you created. So if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.

Both of you two assholes knock it the fuck off and calm down!

So you wanna git bit, huh?

Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a fuckin' playground! I don't believe this shit, both of you got ten years on me, and I'm the only one actin like a professional. You guys act like a bunch of fuckin' niggers. You ever work a job with a bunch of niggers? They're just like you two, always fightin', always sayin' they're gonna kill one another.

You said yourself, you thought about takin' him out.

Then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.

You takin' his side?

Fuck sides! What we need is a little solidarity here. Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and we gotta find out whose hand's on the handle. Now I know I'm no piece of shit... And I'm pretty sure you're a good boy... And I'm fuckin positive you're on the level. So let's figure out who's the bad guy.

Okay, Mr. Expert. If this is such a truism, how come every nigger I know treats his woman like a piece of shit?

I'll make you a bet that those same damn niggers who were showin' their ass in public, when their bitches get 'em home, they chill the fuck out.

Not these guys.

Yeah, those guys too.

Oh, he was a widower. Why didn't you say that?... Don't worry, sweetie, I can whip up a new batch in a flash.

I think he wants me.

Ha! Right bitch!

We already know each other. Hey, Brenda.

Hey, Cindy. Your friend needs help.

Actually, I just met her. This is Alex.

Oh my god. Madam Elsa, my psychic, told me I would meet somebody whose name starts with a letter of the alphabet today.

Really? That's amazing.

Hey girl, that jacket is slamming.

Thanks.

You better be careful. I heard some girl got her ass whooped and jacket stolen earlier today. Hey, what class do we have next?

Psychology.

This house was built in 1898 by a man named Archibald Keaton as a gift to his wife, Cora.

Yes, I feel their spirits. Cora... Keaton... I am here to communicate...

No, they sold the house in 1920 to a millionaire, Uriah Bloodworth.