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Secret Rituals of the Men In Black

Lulu | 2005 | ISBN: 1411667646 | Pages: 112 | PDF | 13.27 MB

FOR skeptics and believers alike, the secret rituals of occultism, and later, of trance mediumship, have always been something of a puzzle. The reason for all these profoundly bizarre goings-on became apparent only when we "cracked" the key secret cipher used in such rituals and spontaneous encounters. Once realized, a bizarre design, previously suspected by only a few diverse researchers working in widely differing fields, was fully exposed. It revealed an intricate worldwide pattern of communication between Ultraterrestrial Forces almost totally beyond our comprehension and human adepts, stretching from remote antiquity to the present moment. The entire literature of magical invocation and evocation, seen in this light, is revealed to be a disguised transmission of these technologies. First Digital Edition.

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Canon EOS 40D Digital Field Guide

Wiley | ISBN: 0470260440 | April 7, 2008 | 301 pages | PDF | 11.8MB

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Web Design: Best Studios (Icons)

Taschen | ISBN: 3822840416 | June 1, 2005 | 192 pages | PDF | 51MB


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Figure Drawing Without a Model

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Extensively illustrated using a wide range of styles and techniques, this is a unique course of instruction in drawing the human figure from memory and the imagination. Beginning with informal sketchbook studies and a brief summary of anatomical structure before going on to explain figure movement and how the body shows its age and exudes character, it will encourage all artists, illustrators and cartoonists to explore this popular subject with confidence and style.

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A Happy Pocket Full of Money
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Your Quantum Leap into the Understanding, Having and Enjoying of Immense Wealth and Happiness

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Money: An Illusion, A Shadow Of Something Else. 9
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Quantum Physics: Knowing What You And The World Are Made Of Is The First Key To Knowing How To Make It Your Way 15
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Being: First Cause, The Beginning 83
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Want Not: Desire, But Never Ever Want 131
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The Self: The Architect Of The Universe 155
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One: All That Is 177
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Abundance: You Have It All 183
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Happiness: Life Is Joy And Joy Is Life 190
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Money: How To Use The Symbol 203



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Appendix 291


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Communicating Strategy

Phil Jones, Communicating Strategy
Ashgate | 2008 | ISBN: 056608810X | 198 pages | PDF | 1,3 MB

Phil Jones' Communicating Strategy is designed to help you communicate your organization's strategy in a compelling and effective way, and dramatically improve implementation and the resulting outcomes.

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The CEO Chief Engagement Officer

John Smythe, The CEO Chief Engagement Officer: Turning Hierarchy Upside Down to Drive Performance
Gower Pub Co | 2007 | ISBN: 0566085615 | 250 pages | PDF | 1,2 MB

The Chief Engagement Officer explores a management philosophy which recognises the value of opening up decision making to the right groups to improve the quality of decisions and change, accelerate execution and broaden ownership; in other words, engage employees.

John Smythe asks what the concept of engagement means for employer and employee; tests whether and how it is different from internal communication and provides a practical framework for those who want to engage colleagues but need advice based on applied experience.


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100 Winning Resumes for $100,000 Jobs

100 Winning Resumes for $100,000 Jobs: Resumes That Can Change Your Life!
By: Wendy S. Enelow
ISBN-10: 1570230706 ISBN-13: 9781570230707
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The Ultimate Business Library 75 Books That Made Management, 2nd Edition

Stuart Crainer The Ultimate Business Library : 75 Books That Made Management, 2nd Edition
John Wiley Sons (2000-09-12) | ISBN 1841120642 | 296 Pages | PDF | 1.3 Mb

The new edition of the worldwide bestseller The Ultimate Business Library, is a one-stop guide to the world's leading management thinkers. It offers a unique summary of the 75 business books that have had the most significant impact on buisness thinking.


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Complete Guide to Home Business

Complete Guide to Home Business
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Illustrator 10 For Dummies covers the latest updates to Adobe Illustrator, including Web graphic tools and new effects you can apply to your images. The book also covers several timesaving shortcuts, creating brilliant graphics, exporting artwork to other applications, and printing your projects like a pro. Discover how to create curves, add transparency to elements, develop professional looking logos, and use layer effects. Packed with great information and plenty of humor, Illustrator 10 For Dummies is the fun and easy ticket to becoming an Illustrator expert with out any of the pain.

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Real World Adobe Illustrator CS4

Peachpit Press | ISBN-10: 0321573552 | 2008-12-29 | 408 pages | PDF | 35.33 MB

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Real World Adobe Illustrator CS4 is the definitive reference to Adobe's industry-standard vector graphics software and is now in 4-color. With an easy, engaging style, author and past Illustrator product manager Mordy Golding takes readers through all of the features of the program, explaining not only how to use the multitude of features but also why and when to use them. This edition has been thoroughly updated for Illustrator CS4 and includes techniques on using the new multiple artboards for quicker Illustrator work across a variety of designs, demonstrations of the new Blob Brush tool and transparency in gradients, overviews of the new cross-product feature support with InDesign, Flash, and Flex (opening up new opportunities for collaborations between developers and designers), and coverage on a whirlwind of other new useful features.

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Photoshop for The Web | December 21 | ISBN: 032130330X | 200 pages | PDF | 22 MB

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Expert exam prep from leading Cisco authority Todd Lammle Start your preparation here for Cisco’s new CCENT entry-level networking certification, your entry point into Cisco’s popular CCNA certification track. This comprehensive study guide from leading Cisco authority Todd Lammle thoroughly prepares you for the Interconnecting Cisco Networking Devices, Part 1 exam (640-822) and the start of a career, with pages of exam essentials, real-world scenarios, and hands-on exercises. Topics include the operation of data networks, how to implement both switched and routed networks, and much more. Full coverage of all exam objectives in a systematic approach, so you can be confident you’re getting the instruction you need for the exam Practical hands-on exercises to reinforce critical skills Real-world scenarios that put what you’ve learned in the context of actual job roles Challenging review questions in each chapter to prepare you for exam day Exam Essentials, a key feature in each chapter that identifies critical areas you must become proficient in before taking the exam A handy tear card that maps every official exam objective to the corresponding chapter in the book, so you can track your exam prep objective by objective Look inside for complete coverage of all exam objectives. About the Author Todd Lammle, CCSI, CCNA/CCNP/CCSP, MCSE, CEH/CHFI, FCC RF Licensed, is the authority on Cisco certification. He is a world-renowned author, speaker, trainer, and consultant. Todd has over 25 years of experience working with LANs, WANs, and large licensed and unlicensed wireless networks. He is President of GlobalNet Training and Consulting, Inc., a network integration and training firm based in Dallas. You can reach Todd through his forum at www.lammle.com. Go to www.SytexTestSuccess.com for more information about our online test prep product, powered by ExamWeb

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The 7 Principles of Guitar Speed

Learn the 7 key principles to increasing speed on the guitar. Other guitar chords rock picking solo ELECTRIC tapping shred harmonics legato

Guitar/Setting up the Guitar

Advances in guitar manufacturing has solved many problems with guitar tuning, but guitars are still extremely sensitive to their environment. If you tune in a room with a set temperature and humidity, then take the guitar into another room that is hotter/colder and/or more/less humid, some guitars will go out of tune. When the guitar experiences a change in humidity or temperature, it causes the wood and strings to expand or contract. It is best to let the guitar acclimate itself in the room in which it will be played then make adjustments and re-tune it. Extreme changes in humidity or temperature can damage your guitar with warping, especially in the neck area, so you should treat it with proper care. If you have a guitar neck that is warped, some structural aspects of the guitar, like the neck, fretboard or truss rod, can be adjusted. See the Adjusting the Guitar appendix.

When fresh strings have been put on a guitar, they will often fall out of tune very easily. This is because after having been put on the guitar, the strings still have a lot of slack. It will take time to work all the slack out of the string, but the process can be sped up somewhat. After the strings have been put on, loosen them a fair bit and then bend the string gently. Turn the tuning peg up, and then bend the string again. After this, strum chords enthusiastically for a few minutes and tune again. Most of the slack should be gone from the strings, and the guitar should stay in tune.

Modern instruments use equal temperament tuning, and the guitar is no exception. Older methods of tuning have the problem of certain intervals sounding out of tune, while others did not. Equal temperament tuning is a compromise between older methods, and has the smoothest overall sound.

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Guitar/The Basics

The guitar is, and has always been, a social instrument. In all its forms, it has always been a portable, multi-stringed instrument made for public hearing. Even today, there's nothing better than hanging out with some friends and being able to strum a few songs on the guitar. And if you've just bought your first guitar, then you're in luck: you can play literally thousands of popular songs by learning just a handful of chords. But playing the guitar is more than just struggling through a half-recognizable version of some song, it also requires good technique. In this section, you will learn the basics of how to hold the guitar, use a pick, and other important fundamental techniques.

Never forget that instruction books are not a replacement for playing with other guitarists, or learning from a teacher, who are excellent sources of information and inspiration. Unfortunately, we cannot provide commercial music material for display in this book, so all lessons will either have to be original creations, or must be donated by the author. There are a great number of copyright free songs on the German wikibook project, so please feel free to translate lessons on any of those.

Also, this section, as with most guitar manuals, is written with right handed players in mind. Left handed players are encouraged to warm up their creative powers, and imagine that this wikibook has actually been written with them in mind.

Guitar/Scales

Most Western music divides the musical octave (when one note is twice as high as another) into 12 sections, called semitones. On the guitar, each semitone is represented by a fret. Scales start and stop on the octave, and the most common scales (Major and Minor) consists of seven different notes, other scales may use more or less than seven notes.

It is important to remember that on the guitar, if you know the pattern of a particular scale, you can move that pattern anywhere else on the fret board and be playing in a different key. By this, I mean if you are playing a major scale, beginning on the low E string at the fifth fret, which is an A note and then you played the same pattern of notes, but you started on the 3rd fret of the low E string, you will be playing a G major scale. If this sounds confusing to you, read the entire article, and if it is still unclear, see the musical scale article on Wikipedia or the Music Theory wikibook.

There are many different scales: the major scale, three different forms of the minor scale, the blues scale, the pentatonic scale, the whole tone scale, the diminished scale and some scales that originated in Spain and India. There are also very interesting scales from eastern music. It is possible to create your own scales by altering another as you wish, or completely coming up with your own.

The "Circle of Fifths" is a memory aid for learning the major and minor scales which can equally be applied to all scales. The scales in common use have evolved over many centuries and the established major scale, followed by the natural minor and then the two variants: the harmonic minor scale and the melodic minor scale form the basis of Western music. The "Circle of Fifths" and major scales in tab can be found in the Scale Manual section of this book.

All scales in this section are tabbed out for the key of A, meaning that the root note of the scale if on the 5th fret of the low E string. Starting the scale here provides lots of room up and down the neck to play, and helps you learn to make connections between different scale shapes.

To a Lady, With a Guitar

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ariel to Miranda: -Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again
And, too intense, is turned to pain.
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who
From life to life must still pursue
Your happiness, for thus alone
Can Ariel ever find his own.
From Prospero's enchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea,
Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
When you die, the silent Moon
In her interlunar swoon
Is not sadder in her cell
Than deserted Ariel.
When you live again on earth,
Like an unseen Star of birth
Ariel guides you o'er the sea
Of life from your nativity.
Many changes have been run
Since Ferdinand and you begun
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has tracked your steps and served your will.
Now in humbler, happier lot,
This is all remembered not;
And now, alas! the poor sprite is
Imprisoned for some fault of his
In a body like a grave -
From you he only dares to crave,
For his service and his sorrow,
A smile today, a song tomorrow.

The artist who this idol wrought
To echo all harmonious thought,
Felled a tree, while on the steep
The woods were in their winter sleep,
Rocked in that repose divine
On the wind-swept Apennine;
And dreaming, some of Autumn past,
And some of Spring approaching fast,
And some of April buds and showers,
And some of songs in July bowers,
And all of love; and so this tree, -
O that such our death may be! -
Died in sleep, and felt no pain,
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this loved Guitar;
And taught it justly to reply
To all who question skilfully
In language gentle as thine own;
Whispering in enamoured tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells,
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
- For it had learnt all harmonies
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills,
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing dew,
And airs of evening; and it knew
That seldom-heard mysterious sound
Which, driven on its diurnal round,
As it floats through boundless day,
Our world enkindles on its way:
- All this it knows, but will not tell
To those who cannot question well
The Spirit that inhabits it;
It talks according to the wit
Of its companions; and no more
Is heard than has been felt before
By those who tempt it to betray
These secrets of an elder day.
But, sweetly as its answers will
Flatter hands of perfect skill,
It keeps its highest holiest tone
For one beloved Friend alone.

Guitar

The guitar is a very popular stringed musical instrument. This book is mainly concerned with standard six-stringed acoustic or electric guitars; though most of the material in this book can also be applied to twelve-stringed guitars or seven-stringed guitars. It is definitely not necessary to understand music theory to read this book, although it can yield a deeper understanding of the principles contained herein.

The purpose of this book is to introduce novice and intermediate players to the basic concepts of good guitar playing. Important techniques are given their own section, and exercises and examples are provided whenever they can. When you have finished reading this book, you should have a good understanding of the fundamentals of guitar, and be on the right track towards mastering the instrument.

Atlas of Human Anatomy

Harold M. Williams Auditorium, The Getty Center

Southern California has been central to the emergence of femi-
nist art since the beginnings of the movement in the 1970s. The
development of feminism brought about a tremendous surge
of formal, ethnic, and geographic diversity to art in the region,
and gave rise to important works in a range of styles and media,
including mural, assemblage, photography, craft, conceptual art,
and performance. This burst of creativity was accompanied by a
decentralization of art production as numerous sites and collab-
oratives sprang up throughout the Southland: the Feminist Art
Program at CalArts in Valencia, the Woman’s Building in down-
town Los Angeles, the Watts Art Center in South Central, the
Chicana movement in East Los Angeles, and performance venues
across Southern California. By the end of the 1970s, feminism
had made a revolutionary impact on the modern art scene.

This panel brings together five distinguished artists—all of whom
made significant contributions to feminist art—to consider the
origin and legacy of the movement. The panelists include Eleanor
Antin, artist and professor emeritus, University of California, San
Diego; Barbara Carrasco, artist and muralist Maren Hassinger,
artist and director of the Rinehart School of Sculpture, Mary-
land Institute College of Art; Rachel Rosenthal, artistic director,
The Rachel Rosenthal Company; and Faith Wilding, artist and
founding member of subRosa, and associate professor of perfor-
mance, School of the Art Institute of Chicago. The moderator of
the program is Jori Finkel, journalist and regular contributor to
the New York Times.
This program is part of the Getty Research Institute’s (GRI) ongoing Mod-
ern Art in Los Angeles series, for which the Getty invites leading artists,
filmmakers, musicians, curators, and critics to discuss their contributions
to Southern California’s vibrant postwar art scene. The event is a collabo-
ration between the GRI and The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Ange-
les (MOCA), and is held in conjunction with MOCA’s exhibition WACK! Art
and the Feminist Revolution, on view at The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA
through July 16, 2007.
Admission to this event is free. To attend, please make a reservation by vis-
iting www.getty.edu or calling (310) 440-7300. Note, late arrivals cannot
be guaranteed seating. Parking is $8.00 per car.
The Getty Research Institute is a program of the J. Paul Getty Trust. Other
programs of the Trust include the J. Paul Getty Museum, the Getty Conser-
vation Institute, and the Getty Foundation.
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Eleanor Antin, Caught in the Act, 1973
Barbara Carrasco, Pregnant Woman in a
Ball of Yarn, 1978
Maren Hassinger, Legacy, 2007
Rachel Rosenthal, ca. 2000.
Photo: Martin Cohen
Faith Wilding, Crocheted Environment
(Womb Room), 1972. Installation at
Womanhouse, Los Angeles

Lu You

Living in the 1125-1210A.D. period, Lu You was one of the greatest patriotic poets in ancient China. His poems are endowed with extensive themes and abundant content. Spirit in the era was fully reflected in some of his poems on the theme of the resistance against Jin (an ethnic tribe in North China at that time) and the dedication to the nation. As his poems are featured by unconstrained style and grand verve, which is similar to those composed by Li Bai, Lu You was also named as “Junior Taibai“.

Living in the South Song Dynasty, Lu You received patriotic education in the family since he was a child. As a grown-up, he aspired to rejuvenate his nation and regain the lost territories. It is said that Lu You was endowed with prominent military talents and ever appointed by the court to hold official position. However, he was deposed afterwards and returned to his hometown. Living a reclusive life, he never gave up his belief on the reunification of the Central Plains. During his lifetime, Lu You composed numerous poems, of which over 9000 ones have been preserved till now. His unconstrained and grand poems are imbued with his political aspiration, people’s sufferings and criticism on the ruling clique’s surrender. All of them convey the poet’s intensive patriotic passion for the reunification of the nation. Before passing away, Lu You ever composed a poem named To My Son. It reads “Death ends all, that is sure; but what grieves me is not to have seen our land united; the day that imperial arms win back the Central Plains; remember to tell your old man in your sacrifice!“ Being spread far and wide, this poem is regarded as Lu You’s magnum opus. In his book Reading the Poetry Anthology of Lu Fangweng (Lu You) Liang Qichao in remarks: “Pomes were blown away by wind over thousands of years; souls of soldiers have faded away and the country’s soul has been scraped out; sons of the masses vied with each other to join the army; there is an imperishable hero named Fangweng“.

Also versed in composing Ci (a form of classical poetry) Lu You enjoyed a high position in the history of Chinese Ci writing. On the wall in Shenyuan Garden, the former residence of Lu You in Shaoxing there was one of his great Ci The Hairpin with a Phoenix on his own tragic love, which is regarded as a classic love poem by later generations.

Shi Jing (The Book of Poetry)

Shi Jing (诗经), translated variously as the Classic of Poetry, the Book of Songs, the Book of Poetry, or the Book of Odes, is the earliest existing collection of Chinese poems. It comprises 305 poems, some possibly written as early as 1000 BC.

Shi Jing contains some of the oldest pieces of Chinese literature. It is said to have been compiled by Confucius himself, who has chosen out some 300 poems out of 3000. During the Former Han Dynasty, there were still existant four versions of the collection: in the states of Lu 鲁 (by Shen Gong, 申公), Qi 齐 (by Hou Cang 后仓 and Master Sun 孙氏) and Han 韩 (by Han Ying 韩婴), and the private collection of Duke Mao 毛公. Only the last has survived until now, the commentaries to the Han version have survived in the collection Hanshi waizhuan 韩诗外传.

The four divisions of the Book of Songs are the "Airs of the states" (Guofeng 国风), mostly songs of love and emotions, the Minor Odes (Xiaoya 小雅), partially with social critics, the Major Odes (Daya 大雅), concerning the praise of the Zhou Dynasty, and the Hymns (Song 颂), ritual songs of the house of Zhou 周, the dukes of Lu 鲁 and the descendants of the house of Shang 商. All poems have a small preface (xiaoxu 小序), the first poem has a Great Preface (Daxu 大序). The content of these prefaces is a moral or even political interpretation of songs that surfacially seem to be simple love songs. The characteristic of these songs is that the initial verse creates a certain mood, in most cases using a picture of nature, birds or plants.

Almost all scholars of Han, Tang and Song wrote commentaries to the Book of Songs, because it was an integral part of Confucian teaching and had to be learned by heart by generations and generations of scholars.

Collected in Shi Jing were poems popular around the region from the north of the Yellow River basin to the Jianghan Drainage Area during the period from the early Western Zhou Dynasty (the 11th century BC) to the mid Spring and Autumn Period.

In the ancient times, poems are lyrics for accompanying tunes. The Shi Jing is classified into three parts according to contents, namely Feng (ballads), Ya (peoms from intellectuals or aristocrats), and Song (songs for praying). Feng, also called Guofeng, is mostly the collection of folk songs. It is divided into 15 groups and has a total of 160 poems, which mainly express the love between men and women and the dissatisfaction of the people toward the emperor. Ya contains 105 poems, including 31 articles of Daya and 74 articles of Xiaoya, most of which were written by court officials and aristocrats. Song collects 40 poems, which are songs for offering sacrifice and praising emperors by the aristocrats. They are usually accompanied with dance during the performance. Although the Book of Songs is a collection of works of many people, authors of most works are unknown, just a small part of them were researched out by later generations.

The Shi Jing exerted a very profound effect on ancient China in terms of politics, culture, language, and even thinking. During the Spring and Autumn Period, diplomats often expressed words that they didn’t want to say by themselves or that were difficult to say by quoting sentences from the Book of Songs, which is similar to today’s diplomatic language. Confucius, a sage of China and who gave a high praise to the Shi Jing, claimed that people’s cultures, observation abilities and interpersonal skills could be highly improved through the study of the Shi Jing.

Chu Ci (Songs of Chu)

"Chu Ci" is a verse-style work created by Qu Yuan, a great poet in the Warring States Period (ca. 300 BC) in ancient China. It depicts the landscapes, characters, historical events, as well as myths and legends of the Chu Kingdom (present Hunan and Hubei Provinces) through the application of the literary style and dialect phonology of the area, thus being endowed with intensive flavor of regional culture. In the Han Dynasty, works of Qu Yuan, Song Yu and other poets were compiled by Liu Xiang to constitute a collection named Elegies of Chu, which is, following The Book of Songs, a collected poetic works having exerted profound influence on Chinese literature.

With intense local features, Elegies of Chu was evolved from ballads of the Kingdom of Chu through processing and refining. Chu was in possession of unique local music (known as South Wind and South Tones in ancient China), and more importantly, it had a long-standing history, during which Chu people entertained gods by singing and dancing, thus contributing to the preservation of large quantities of myths, rapid development of poetic music and the intensive religious flavor imbued in the Chu ballads. All these factors jointly contributed to the existence of tones and rhymes exclusively possessed by the state of Chu in Elegies of Chu, and to its possession of profound romanticism and intensive witch culture.

Qu Yuan is a poet with the highest accomplishments and greatest influential force in "Chuci". Due to the profound influence of his representative work the Lament (lisao), some literati even use the Lament to refer to Elegies of Chu. In the meantime, the Lament has exerted immeasurable impact on the literary circle and literary creation in later generations.

Permeated with intense romantic flavor, Elegies of Chu is still quoted in the Chinese textbooks for middle school students.

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Script for Storytelling of the Song Dynasty

"Hua ben" is the script that storytellers use in performance. "Hua" means story, and "ben" means scripts. "Shuo hua", storytelling, is a skill born during the Tang and Song Dynasties, and people performing the skill are called storytellers. As a technical name, the word "Shuo hua" appeared in the Tang Dynasty, though the art of storytelling and singing had existed long before that. With development of storytelling, the script for storytelling gradually became a brand-new literary genre in the Song Dynasty.

The storytelling of the Song Dynasty originated from that of the Tang Dynasty. With urban economic development, establishment of fork art performance places, growing of storyteller population and support from people, storytelling unfolded professionalized and commercialized characteristics. The storytellers all have their own specialized techniques. There are four schools in storytelling, namely short stories, historical stories, Buddhist scriptures and jokes, among which the first two are most important. Short stories are mainly about romance, spirits, legends and legal cases; historical stories talk about rising and declining of previous dynasties and wars of the past.

The scripts for storytelling have two sources, oral instruction and guild compilation. With emergence of folk art performance places and professional performing artists, people specialized in compiling scripts for storytellers and opera players came on the scene. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the guild to protect the interests of those people appeared. Later, with the development of book fairs and typography, the scripts for storytelling were printed and widely spread, and these were the first vernacular novels in the literary history of China. Generally, the existent scripts for storytelling can be divided into three categories: First, storyteller's scripts that have rough stories and language, such as Annals of the Three Kingdoms; Second, scripts that record and rearrange storytellers' stories, that are coherent, meticulous and comprehensive in language, and may be written by intellectuals or people specialized in compiling scripts for storytellers and opera players, such as Mistakenly Behead Cui Ning and Nianyu Kuanyin; Third. Popular readers that were adapted from history books, unofficial history records, and classical Chinese novels, etc, such as Incidents of Xuanhe Period.

The scripts for storytelling of the Song and Yuan Dynasties are extensive in materials and rich in contents. Unlike novels of the Six Dynasties and legends of the Tang Dynasty which depict life of the upper circles or scholar bureaucrats, the scripts for storytelling of the Song and Yuan Dynasties extensively reflect complicated contradictions in real life and ways of the world of that time, and fully show life interests and aesthetic consciousness of common people. Existent scripts for storytelling can be generally divided into three classes as far as their subjects and contents are concerned, namely romance, legal cases, and god and spirits. Those about love, marriage and legal cases have the largest number, highest achievements and greatest influences, such as Nianyu Kuanyin and Mistakenly Beheaded Cui Ning.

The scripts for telling historical stories of the Song and Yuan Dynasties are also called "ping hua". Most existent works of this kind compiled in the Song Dynasty but published in the Yuan Dynasty or those compiled in the Yuan Dynasty are marked as "ping hua", such as Annals of the Three Kingdoms and King Wu Conquered the Terrain of King Zhou.

True Romance Script

Yes, I've never been
to Graceland
                 
Never took that trip
                 
[ Continues Singing, Indistinct ]

                 
No, I never been to Vegas
'cept once on a plane
               
I never left the airport
                 
Ain't goin' back again
                 
Yes, I've never been
to Graceland
                
In Jailhouse Rock, he was
everything rockabilly's about.
                
Nah, nah. I mean,
he is rockabilly.
                 
Mean, surly, nasty, rude.


                 
In that movie, he couldn't
give a fuck about nothin'.
It's, like, rockin' and rollin',


                 
livin' fast, dying young and leaving
a good-lookin' corpse.


                 
Some people said he's crazy


                 
I watched that hillbilly,
and I would wanna be him so bad.


                 
Elvis looked good.


                 
I mean, I ain't no fag, but Elvis
was prettier than most women, you know?


                 
Most women.


                 
You know, I always said
if I had to fuck a guy--


                 
you know, I mean, had to--
if my life depended on it--


                 
I'd fuck Elvis.


                 
I'd fuck Elvis.


                 
- Really?
- Well, when he was alive. Not now.


                 
Well, I don't blame you.
So we'd, uh, we'd both fuck Elvis.


                 
It's nice to meet people with
common interests, ain't it? Yeah.


                 
Well, enough about the King.
How 'bout-- How 'bout you?


                 
How 'bout me, what?


                 
How 'bout you go to the movies
with me tonight?


                 
- What are we gonna see?
- A Sonny Chiba triple feature.


                 
The Street Fighter, Return of the Street
Fighter and Sister Street Fighter.


                 
- Who's Sonny Chiba?
- Who is Sonny Chiba?


                 
He is, bar none, the finest actor
working in martial arts movies today.


                 
You wanna take me
to a kung fu movie?


                 
Three kung fu movies.


                 
I don't think so.
Not really my cup of tea.


                 
Ah, all right.


                 
[ Police Sirens Wailing, Distant ]


                 
[ Woman ] I had to come all the
way from the highways and byways
of Tallahassee, Florida...


                 
to Motor City, Detroit,
to find my true love.


                 
If you gave me a million years
to ponder,


                 
I would never have guessed
that true romance and Detroit
would ever go together.


                 
And to this day, the events that
followed all seem like a distant dream.


                 
But the dream was real and was
to change our lives forever.


                 
[ Siren Wailing ]


                 
I kept asking Clarence why our world
seemed to be collapsing...


                 
and everything seemed so shitty,
and he'd say,


                 
"That's the way it goes.


                 
But don't forget:
It goes the other way too."


                 
That's the way romance is.
Usually, that's the way it goes.


                 
But every once in a while,
it goes the other way too.


                 
[ Thunderclap In Movie ]


                 
My heart beats,
and there's time.


                 
[ Both Grunting ]


                 
[ Thunderclaps Continue ]


                 
[ Man Growling On Screen ]


                 
[ Man ] Don't move, Tojo. You'll be
unconscious soon through lack of oxygen.


                 
- It's an ancient technique.
- [ Man #  ] An oxygen--


                 
[ Dramatic Orchestral ]


                 
[ Gasps ] Oh, look what happened.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.


                 
- That's okay. I'm fine.
- You okay?


                 
Oh, Jesus. I'm the clumsiest person
in the world.


                 
It's all right.
Accidents happen.


                 
What a wonderful philosophy.
Thanks for being a sweetheart,


                 
'cause you could've
been a real dick.


                 
- [ Man On Screen ] Come on. Ready?
- [ Man #  ] Yes.


                 
Larry, where are we going?


                 
- [ Dialogue Continues, Indistinct ]
- [ Thunderclaps ]


                 
Look, we don't know
what's going to be coming next.


                 
- You mean, you're scared?
- Aren't you?


                 
Hey, laundromat clothes!


                 
- Mind if I smoke?
- No, no.


                 
Listen, do you mind
filling me in on what I missed?


                 
- [ Dialogue Continues ]
- No, no. Um--


                 
Let's see. Uh, that guy up there,
that's Sonny Chiba.


                 
- [ Woman ] The Oriental?
- [ Man ] Yeah. The one in black.


                 
- Want a Goober?
- Uh, no-- Yeah.


                 
- In the beginning of the movie,
he was hired to get this guy--
- You've got popcorn all over you.


                 
Thanks.
That's all right.


                 
- Is he supposed to be a good guy?
- Uh, well,


                 
he ain't so much a good guy as
he is just a bad motherfucker.


                 
He gets paid by people
to fuck guys up, you know?


                 
- [ Karate Yells ]
- You came to see three kung fu movies?


                 
- Sure. Why not?
- Nothin', nothin'.


                 
It's just you're a girl
after my own heart, that's all.


                 
- Do you know what time it is?
- It's about   :  .


                 
I suppose you gotta
get up early, huh?


                 
No, not particularly.
How come?


                 
It's just after I see a movie, I like to
go get a piece of pie and talk about it.


                 
It's sort of a little tradition
I have. Do you like to get pie
after you see a good movie?


                 
Yeah, I love to get pie
after a movie.


                 
Would like to go
get some pie with me?


                 
Yeah, I'd love some pie.


                 
[ Man ]
In my life


                 
In that movie, he didn't
give a fuck about nothin'...


                 
except rock 'n' roll, livin' fast, dyin'
young and leavin' a good-lookin' corpse.


                 
Enough about the King.
How about you?


                 
- How about me, what?
- Tell me-- Tell me about yourself.

 
                 
What do you wanna know?

 
                 
Well, for starters, uh, what
do you do, where are you from,
what's your favorite color,

 
                 
who's your favorite movie star,
what kind of music do you like,

 
                 
what are your turn-ons,
your turnoffs?

 
                 
I guess the big question
is do you have a fella?

 
                 
Okay. Ask me again,
one by one.

 
                 
- What do you do?
- I don't remember.

 
                 
- Where are you from?
- I don't know.

 
                 
- What's your favorite color?
- I don't know. Black?

 
                 
- Who's your favorite movie star?
- Burt Reynolds.

 
                 
- You want a bite of my pie?
- Yes, I would. A little one.

 
                 
All right. Oop.
You all right?

 
                 
- It's good. You like it?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

 
                 
- What kind of music you like?
- Phil Spector. Girl group stuff
like "He's a Rebel."

 
                 
What are your turn-ons?

 
                 
Mm, Mickey Rourke. A man
who can appreciate the finer
things in life, like sugar.

 
                 
Elvis's voice,
kung fu, pot.

 
                 
- Turnoffs?
- Turnoffs.

 
                 
- Mm-hmm.
- Persians.

 
                 
Do you, uh,
have a fella?

 
                 
Ask me that one
a little bit later.

 
                 
In a theater full of empty seats,
why did you sit by me?

 
                 
'Cause you looked
like a nice guy.

 
                 
So I had to dump my popcorn
all over you.

 
                 
I'll get the check.
Where to next?

 
                 
- Can I peek?
- Don't peek. Keep your eyes shut.

 
                 
All right? All right.
I'm turnin' the lights on.

 
                 
Okay. Open 'em.

 
                 
Oh, wow! Wow,
what a swell place to work!

 
                 
Yeah, it's pretty cool. I
got the keys, so I just come in,
read comics, play music.

 
                 
- You worked here a long time?
- Almost four years.

 
                 
- [ Whistles ] That's a long time.
- [ Sound System: Ballad ]

 
                 
I know, but it's not so bad.
I mean, I'm pretty friendly
with most of the customers,

 
                 
so I just hang out, you know,
bullshit, read comic books.

 
                 
- You get paid a lot?
- Uh, no. That's where the
trouble comes into paradise.

 
                 
But the boss, he's a pretty nice guy. He
lets you borrow money from time to time.

 
                 
[ Man ]
To be lonely

 
                 
- You wanna see what Spider-Man
number one looks like?
- You bet.

 
                 
Just great stories,
great characters, beautiful artwork.

 
                 
See, in this one here, Nick, he's
gotten this ring for his sweetheart,

 
                 
and he wears it
around his neck on a chain.

 
                 
And later on in the story, he gets in
this fight with this Nazi bastard.

 
                 
And the Kraut, he grabs ahold of
the chain. The ring goes overboard.

 
                 
- But I just don't know
- Nick, he dives
into the ocean to get it.

 
                 
- [ Continues, Indistinct ]
- Isn't that cool?

 
                 
- Haven't you heard
- Haven't you heard

 
                 
Guess we're just
two wounded birds

 
                 
Now we're both here

 
                 
And we're alone

 
                 
We still don't know

 
                 
What it takes
Oh, girl

 
                 
We wanna feel love

 
                 
We're just so scared

 
                 
I know we've got nothing

 
                 
- But haven't you heard
- Haven't you heard

 
                 
I guess we're just
two wounded birds

 
                 
Oh, we wanna say it

 
                 
- And can't find the words
- Can't find the words

 
                 
I guess we're just
two wounded birds

 
                 
[ Vocalizing ]

 
                 
- [ Fades ]
- [ Sirens Wailing, Distant ]

 
                 
[ Dog Barking, Distant ]

 
                 
What is it? Are you cryin'?
What'd I do? Did I do somethin'?

 
                 
- You didn't do nothin'.
- What is it?

 
                 
I have something
I gotta tell you.

 
                 
I didn't just happen to be at that
theater. I was paid to be there.

 
                 
You were paid to be there?
Are you a theater checker?
You get paid to check up...

 
                 
on the box office girls, make sure
they're not ripping the place off?

 
                 
I'm not a theater checker.
I'm a call girl.

 
                 
- You're a whore?
- No, I'm a call girl,
and there's a difference.

 
                 
Here it goes. You know the place you
took me last night, the place you work?

 
                 
- Heroes for Sale?
- You got a boss, right?

 
                 
- Yeah.
- What's his name?

 
                 
- Lance.
- That's him. He called
the place where I work.

 
                 
He ordered a girl for you.
He said he wanted you to get laid,

 
                 
seein' you didn't get out much
and it was your birthday and all.

 
                 
He wanted me to act like I just
showed up. How did he know you
were gonna be at that theater?

 
                 
Uh, well, I go to the movies
every year on my birthday.

 
                 
In fact, he called me up
this week to find out what
my birthday movie was gonna be.

 
                 
- You're not mad?
- No, man.

 
                 
I can't tell you-- That's one of
the best times I ever had. It was.

 
                 
I knew something must be rotten
in Denmark. There was no way
you could like me that much.

 
                 
I can't tell you how relieved
I was when you took off your
dress, you didn't have a dick.

 
                 
Stop being so fucking calm about
all this! Go look in your house!

 
                 
There's a note on your TV.
It says "Dear Clarence," 'cause
I couldn't write any more.

 
                 
So I just said, "Alabama, come clean
and just tell him what's what.

 
                 
And if he tells you to go back
to Drexl and fuck yourself, then
go back and fuck yourself."

 
                 
- Drexl? What's a Drexl?
- Please shut up! I'm trying
to come clean, okay?

 
                 
I've been a call girl for exactly four
days, and you're my third customer.

 
                 
I want you to know
that I am not damaged goods.

 
                 
I'm not what they call in Florida
"white trash." I'm a really good person.

 
                 
And when it comes
to relationships,

 
                 
I'm    %--

 
                 
I'm    % monogamous.

 
                 
- You stay with one guy?
- Exactly.

 
                 
If I'm with you, then I'm with you,
and I don't want anybody else.

 
                 
Now, I gotta tell you something else.
When you said last night...

 
                 
was one of the best times you ever had,
did you mean physically?

 
                 
Well, yeah. Yeah, but I'm talking
about the whole night.

 
                 
I mean, I never had as much fun with a
girl as I had with you in my whole life.

 
                 
It's true.
You like Elvis. You like Janis.

 
                 
You like kung fu movies.
You like The Partridge Family.

 
                 
- Star Trek.
- Actually, I don't
like The Partridge Family.

 
                 
That was part of the act.

 
                 
Clarence-- and I feel
really goofy saying this...

 
                 
after only knowing you
one night...

 
                 
and me being a call girl
and all--

 
                 
but I think I love you.

 
                 
Wait a second.

 
                 
Look, I've been tryin' to keep
this whole thing in perspective.

 
                 
You just said you love me. Now,
if I say I love you and just
throw caution to the wind...

 
                 
and let the chips fall where
they may, and you're lyin'
to me, I'm gonna fuckin' die.

 
                 
I'm not lyin' to you,
and I swear from this moment forth,

 
                 
I'll never lie to you again.

 
                 
- Whoo-hoo! Well, hello, Mrs.Worley.
- How do you do, Mr.Worley?

 
                 
- Top of the mornin' to ya, Mrs.Worley.
- Bottom of the ninth, Mr.Worley.

 
                 
- By the way, have you seen your
lovely little wife today?
- Are you speaking...

 
                 
of my beautiful, charming, sexy wife,
Mrs. Alabama Worley?

 
                 
- Why, are there any others, Mr.Worley?
- No. None for me. No.

 
                 
- No. No.
- Yes. Yes.

 
                 
[ Rock ]

 
                 
- It's a nice day for a white wedding
- [ Alabama ] Excuse me.

 
                 
Do you think you could turn down
the heat just a teeny bit?

 
                 
It's a nice day
to start again

 
                 
'Bama, I gotta ask you a question.
Who and what is a Drexl?

 
                 
- Shh.
- Huh?

 
                 
- He was my pimp.
- You had a pimp?

 
                 
- I was a call girl.
Call girls have pimps.
- Was he black?

 
                 
He thinks he is. He said his mama was
an Apache, but I suspect he's lyin'.

 
                 
- Is he nice?
- [ Laughs ] I wouldn't go
so far as to call him nice,

 
                 
but he treated me
pretty decent.

 
                 
I was only there for four days.
He got a little bit rough the other day.

 
                 
- What do you mean? With you?
- No. My friend Arlene.

 
                 
- What did he do to Arlene?
- Slapped her around
a little bit, kicked her.

 
                 
- It was pretty scary.
- This motherfucker sounds beautiful.

 
                 
What'd you do to end up
with a son of a bitch like that?

 
                 
[ Pulsating Rap ]

 
                 
- What you motherfuckers talkin' about?
- Floyd say he don't be eatin' pussy.

 
                 
Drexl, shit. Any nigga say he don't
eat pussy is lyin' his ass off.

 
                 
- I heard that.
- Hold on a second, Big "D."
You sayin' you eat pussy?

 
                 
Yeah, motherfucker. I eat everything.
I eat pussy. I eat the butt.

 
                 
- I eat every motherfuckin' thing.
- If I ever did eat some pussy--

 
                 
I would never eat any pussy, right?
But if I did eat some pussy,

 
                 
I sure as hell wouldn't
tell no-goddamn-body about it.

 
                 
- I'd be ashamed as a motherfucker, man.
- Nigga, you smoke enough Sherm,

 
                 
your dumb ass'll do a lot
of motherfuckin' things.

 
                 
You'd be up in there
suckin' niggas' dicks!

 
                 
- Oh.
- Yo, man! Fuck you guys!

 
                 
- You guys is fucked up.
- Yo, yo, why you trippin'?
We just fuckin' with you.

 
                 
In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean
with a little demonstration.

 
                 
Toss me the burner.

 
                 
- [ Rap Continues, Indistinct ]
- All right. Peep this.

 
                 
Pretend it's
that fine centerfold bitch.

 
                 
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you're you.

 
                 
You say it ain't tough I got ya
I can't get enough, Get it

 
                 
Get it, get it

 
                 
Get it

 
                 
[ Grunting To Beat ]

 
                 
- [ Yelling In Japanese ]
- [ All Grunting ]

 
                 
[ Imitating Karate Yells, Explosions,
Japanese Dialogue ]

 
                 
- [ Man Yelling On Screen ]
- Ooh! [ Imitates Explosion ]

 
                 
- Honey, where are you going?
- Bathroom.

 
                 
- [ Shouting, Explosions Continue ]
- [ Humming ]

 
                 
- Johnny!
- [ Alabama Responding In Gibberish ]

 
                 
- [ Gasps ] Oh.
- [ Man ] I'm so lonely

 
                 
I'm so lonely

 
                 
I'm so lonely
I could die

 
                 
- Well, can you live with it?
- What?

 
                 
- I said, can you live with it?
- Live with what?

 
                 
That son of a bitch walkin' around,
breathing the same air as you,

 
                 
gettin' away
with it every day.

 
                 
- Are you haunted?
- Yeah.

 
                 
- You wanna get un-haunted?
- Oh, yeah.

 
                 
Well, I'd kill him,
shoot him in the face,

 
                 
put him down like a dog.

 
                 
- I can't believe what you're tellin' me.
- I'm just sayin' what I'd do.

 
                 
- You'd do that?
- Fuck don't deserve to live.

 
                 
[ Exhales ] Look, he's hauntin' me,
you know? I mean,

 
                 
I do wanna kill him, but I don't wanna
spend the rest of my life in jail.

 
                 
- Hey, man, I don't blame you.
- If I thought I'd get away with it--

 
                 
Get away with it?
Killing's the hard part.

 
                 
Gettin' away with it, that's easy. You
think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp?

 
                 
Listen. Every pimp
in the world gets shot.

 
                 
Two in the back of the fuckin' head.
Cops'd throw a party, man.

 
                 
As long as you're not at the scene of
the crime, smokin' gun in your hand,

 
                 
you'd get away with it.

 
                 
Clarence, I like you.
I always have.

 
                 
Always will.

 
                 
[ Breathing Heavily ]

 
                 
[ Sirens Wailing, Distant ]

 
                 
- 'Bama.
- Where are you goin'?

 
                 
I need you to
write down your former address.

 
                 
- Why?
- Well, so I can go over there
and pick up your stuff.

 
                 
Oh, baby. Come on, Clarence.
I just wanna disappear from there.

 
                 
Look, 'Bama, I know he scares
the shit out of you, but I'm
not scared of that motherfucker.

 
                 
You are completely out of his reach.
He poses no threat to you.

 
                 
If he doesn't matter, which he
doesn't, it would seem silly--
you to lose all your things.

 
                 
- Now, that's all.
- Shh. Listen.

 
                 
- You don't know him.
- No. You don't know me,

 
                 
not when it comes
to shit like this.

 
                 
I need to do this. I want you to know
that you can count on me to protect you.

 
                 
Come on. Please.
Just write it down.

 
                 
- This isn't a good idea.
- I tell ya, it's gonna be fine.

 
                 
I'll be in and out
of there.

 
                 
- Be careful.
- I will.

 
                 
- I love you.
- Love you too.

 
                 
[ Pulsating Techno Beat ]

 
                 
- You want something?
- Hey. You Drexl?

 
                 
- No, man. I'm Marty.
- Well, I wanna talk to Drexl.

 
                 
- What the fuck you wanna
talk to him about?
- It's about Alabama.

 
                 
[ Continues ]

 
                 
[ Man Rapping, Indistinct ]

 
                 
He was askin'
about Alabama.

 
                 
- Where the fuck is that bitch?
- She's with me.

 
                 
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm her husband.

 
                 
Well, that makes us
practically related.

 
                 
You have a seat, boy.
Grab yourself a'egg roll.

 
                 
We got everything here from
a Little-Eyed Joe to damned if I know.

 
                 
No, thanks.

 
                 
"No, thanks"?
What that mean, hmm?

 
                 
- I think you're too scared to be eatin'.
- [ Snaps Fingers ]

 
                 
Now, see, we're sittin' down here,
ready to negotiate,

 
                 
and you've already
given up your shit.

 
                 
I'm still a mystery to you,
but I know exactly where
your white ass is comin' from.

 
                 
See, if I ask if you want some
dinner and you grab a' egg roll
and start to chow down,

 
                 
I say to myself, this motherfucker, he's
carryin' on like he ain't got a care.

 
                 
And who knows?
Maybe he don't.

 
                 
Maybe this fool is such
a bad motherfucker, he don't
got to worry about nothin'.

 
                 
He just sit down,
watch my motherfuckin' TV.

 
                 
See?

 
                 
You ain't even
sat down yet.

 
                 
Man, that TV over there-- Since
you been in the room, there's
a woman with her "breastuses"...

 
                 
hangin' out, and you ain't
even bothered to look.

 
                 
You just been clockin' me.

 
                 
I know I'm pretty,

 
                 
but I ain't as pretty
as a couple of titties.

 
                 
[ Laughs Mockingly ]
Ooh, wee! This child be fierce.

 
                 
I'm not eatin' 'cause I'm not hungry.
I'm not sittin' 'cause I'm not stayin'.

 
                 
I ain't lookin' at the movie 'cause I
already seen it seven years ago.

 
                 
It's The Mack. Max Julian,
Carol Speed and Richard Pryor.

 
                 
I ain't scared of ya.
I just don't like ya.

 
                 
In that envelope right there
is some payoff money. Alabama
is movin' to greener pastures.

 
                 
We're not negotiatin'. I don't
barter. What's in that envelope
is for my peace of mind.

 
                 
My peace of mind is worth that much,
not one penny more.

 
                 
It's empty.

 
                 
Marty, you know
what we got here?

 
                 
Motherfuckin'
Charlie Bronson.

 
                 
Mr.Majestyk?

 
                 
Lookie here, Charlie.

 
                 
None of this bullshit is necessary.
I don't got no hold over Alabama.

 
                 
I was just tryin'
to lend the girl a helpin' hand.

 
                 
- [ Yelling ]
- [ Onlookers Screaming ]

 
                 
[ Man Screams ]

 
                 
- Come here, you mother--
- [ Screams ]

 
                 
[ Grunting ]

 
                 
This is what you get...

 
                 
if you fuck with me,
white boy!

 
                 
Talkin' that smack in front
of my motherfuckin' freaks!

 
                 
Shit, motherfucker!
Your ass gotta be crazy!

 
                 
[ Panting ]

 
                 
You must've thought
it was white boy day, huh?

 
                 
- It ain't white boy day, is it?
- No, man. It ain't white boy day.

 
                 
Shit, man. You done
fucked up again. Huh?

 
                 
[ Clarence Grunts ]

 
                 
Well, well, well.
Lookie what we got here.

 
                 
"Clarence Worley"?

 
                 
It sounds almost like a nigger name.
And I know where you live.

 
                 
    -     Street,
apartment   .

 
                 
And I make a million-dollar bet
that Alabama is at the same address.

 
                 
Marty, take the car. Go get her.
Bring her dumb ass back here.

 
                 
- I think I'll keep lover boy
here entertained.
- Roxanne, where's my jacket?

 
                 
- Hey, Roxanne!
- Hey, Marty, what the fuck
are you doin'?

 
                 
- I gotta find my jacket.
- Look in the fuckin' hamper.

 
                 
- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Women Screaming ]

 
                 
Drexl?

 
                 
You! Get a bag
and put Alabama's things in it.

 
                 
Wanna get fuckin' shot? Get a bag
and put Alabama's things in it.

 
                 
I just did you the biggest fuckin' favor
of your life!

 
                 
Open your eyes. I said,
open your fuckin' eyes!

 
                 
You thought it was pretty
fuckin' funny, didn't you?

 
                 
Well, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit!

 
                 
Don't fuckin' move!

 
                 
I was selfish.
I know I was selfish.

 
                 
I was, but I was
carrying your child.

 
                 
[ Woman On TV ]
Please don't leave.

 
                 
And if I told you--

 
                 
I killed him.
Want a hamburger or somethin'?
I'm fuckin' starvin' to death.

 
                 
- Is this a joke?
- No joke.

 
                 
Mmm. That's probably the best
goddamn fuckin' hamburger
I ever had in my entire life.

 
                 
I've never had a hamburger
taste this good.

 
                 
Come on. Eat something.
You'll feel better.

 
                 
[ Woman On TV ]
You and I had this one night.

 
                 
What the fuck you cryin' for, huh?
Huh?

 
                 
I mean, Christ, he's not worth
one of your tears.

 
                 
Would you rather it have been me?
Is that it, huh?

 
                 
Is that what you want? I mean,
do you love him? Do you love him?

 
                 
I said,
do you fuckin' love him, huh?

 
                 
- I think what you did wa--
- What?
- I think what you did...

 
                 
- What?
- was so romantic.

 
                 
- Yeah.
- [ Gasps ]

 
                 
- Oh, baby, you're bleeding.
- Yeah.

 
                 
I got your things
right here.

 
                 
- Clean clothes.
- Uh-huh.

 
                 
- I love you.
- I love you.

 
                 
There's a God.

 
                 
Ohh.

 
                 
[ TV Chatter Continues ]

 
                 
The-- These
aren't my clothes.

 
                 
A little bitty tear
let me down

 
                 
Spoilin' my act
as a clown

 
                 
I was all made up
not to frown

 
                 
But a little bitty tear
let me down

 
                 
A little bitty tear
let me down

 
                 
Spoilin' my act as a clown

 
                 
Rommel, where are you?
Come here. Come on, boy.

 
                 
Get in here. You get in here now.
Get in there. Go on.

 
                 
[ Man On Radio ]
You said you were leavin' tomorrow

 
                 
That today was our last day

 
                 
I said
there'd be no sorrow

 
                 
That I'd laugh
when you walked away

 
                 
- [ Horn Sounding ]
- A little bitty tear let me down

 
                 
Spoiled my act as a clown

 
                 
I had it made up
not to make a frown

 
                 
But a little bitty tear
let me down

 
                 
Good mornin', Daddy.
Hey, Rommel.

 
                 
Long time, no see, huh?
Oh, yeah. Good boy. Good boy.

 
                 
Now, you're gonna
have to excuse the place.

 
                 
I haven't been exactly doin'
a lot of entertainment...

 
                 
of company as of late.

 
                 
I'm sorry if I seem
a little tense,

 
                 
but you're the last person in the world
that I expected to see this morning.

 
                 
That's okay, Dad. I tend to
have that effect on people.

 
                 
You, uh, you got anything to drink
around here? I'm dyin' of thirst.

 
                 
There should be--
There should be a  UP in there.

 
                 
Anything stronger? Probably not.
Beer? You can drink beer, can't you?

 
                 
I can, but I don't.

 
                 
Yeah, that's
about all I ever eat.

 
                 
- [ Woman Singing On Radio ]
- Excuse me. [ Laughs ]

 
                 
Hello, hello, hello.
I'm his father.

 
                 
- How are you?
- That's all right.
I'm his wife, Alabama Worley.

 
                 
- Pleased to meet ya.
- We got married.

 
                 
- [ Laughs ]
- Yeah.

 
                 
Well, lover, why don't you be a sport
and go get us some beer?

 
                 
You want some beer? I mean,
if you want some, it'll be here.

 
                 
All right? Where is there
a liquor store around here?

 
                 
There's a party store
down on   th Street.

 
                 
Get a six-pack
of somethin' imported.

 
                 
Hard to tell you what to get,
'cause different places
have different things. Here.

 
                 
- That should cover it. Okey-dokey.
- Okey-dokey, Doggy Daddy.

 
                 
Okay.

 
                 
[ Rommel Whimpers ]

 
                 
Ain't she the sweetest goddamn thing
you ever saw in your whole life?

 
                 
I mean, she--
she a four-alarm fire or what?

 
                 
- She seems very nice.
- Nice?

 
                 
Daddy, "nice" ain't the word. I mean,
this girl, she's a peach, you know?

 
                 
She even tastes like a peach.

 
                 
You can tell I'm in love with her,
can't you?

 
                 
No. Wait.
I gotta talk.

 
                 
Clarence,
sit down, shut up.

 
                 
You're givin' me
a fuckin' headache.

 
                 
I mean, you're so much like your mother
I can't believe it.

 
                 
You're your fuckin' mother
through and through. I haven't
heard from you in three years.

 
                 
You show up all of a sudden
at  :   in the morning.

 
                 
You walk in here
like a goddamn bulldozer.

 
                 
And don't get me wrong.
I love you. I'm glad to see you.

 
                 
But slow it down, man.

 
                 
All right?

 
                 
- [ Radio: Continues, Indistinct ]
- Now,

 
                 
when did you get married?

 
                 
Daddy, uh...

 
                 
I'm in big fuckin' trouble.

 
                 
I really need your help.

 
                 
No, no, no, no.
Stop talking.

 
                 
- What do you want from me?
- What?

 
                 
What do you want from me?
Stop acting like an infant.

 
                 
You're here because you want me
to help you in some way. What
do you need from me? Money?

 
                 
- No. You still
have friends on the force?
- Yes, I still have friends.

 
                 
Well, then, could you just
find out if they know anything
about us? I don't think...

 
                 
they know shit, but I don't wanna think;
I wanna know for sure.

 
                 
- You could do that, right?
- What makes you think
that I could do that?

 
                 
- 'Cause you were a cop.
- But what makes you think
that I would do that?

 
                 
- 'Cause I'm your son.
- Oh, you're my son.

 
                 
Oh, you got it, huh,
all worked out, don't you, huh?

 
                 
- Oh, yeah.
- Look. I mean, goddamn, I have never
asked you for a goddamn thing.

 
                 
But Jesus fuckin' Christ,
after Mom divorced you, did I
ever ask you for anything?

 
                 
No, I didn't. When I wouldn't see you
for a year and a half to two years,

 
                 
did I ever get
in your shit about it?

 
                 
And that whole fuckin' time you
were drunk, did I ever get mad
and point my finger at you?

 
                 
No, I never did.
Everybody else did, but I didn't.

 
                 
Now, look. I just need help, and you can
fuckin' help me, all right?

 
                 
Now, I'm basically
a pretty resourceful guy. If I
didn't need it, I wouldn't ask.

 
                 
I mean, if you wanna say no,
then fine, forget it.

 
                 
Don't worry about it.
No problem. I'm goin'. All right?

 
                 
[ Horn Honking ]

 
                 
The Virgin's back!

 
                 
Thank God. I could eat a horse if you
slapped enough ketchup on it.

 
                 
- I didn't get you any chicken.
- Well, how come?

 
                 
Honey, it's too early in the morning.
It's only  :  .

 
                 
Son of a bitch.

 
                 
- Dick Ritchie. Dick Ritchie!
- That's me. I'm me.

 
                 
- Come inside.
- Okay.

 
                 
Sit. Sit, sit, sit.

 
                 
Now, the part you'll be reading
for is one of the bad guys.

 
                 
- There's Brian and Marty.
- Who?

 
                 
- Is there a problem?
- No. No.

 
                 
Peter Breck has already been cast
in the part of Brian.

 
                 
So you'll be reading
for the role of Marty.

 
                 
In this scene,
you're both in a car,

 
                 
and Bill Shatner
is hanging on the hood.

 
                 
What you wanna do
is get him off.

 
                 
All right. I'm Marty.

 
                 
- Ready?
- Yeah. Okay.

 
                 
I'm driving. Okay.

 
                 
- Where the fuck did he come from?
- I don't know.

 
                 
- He just appeared like magic.
- Well, don't just sit there.

 
                 
Shoot him.

 
                 
Get him!

 
                 
Thank you, Mr.Ritchie. I'm very
impressed. You're a very fine actor.

 
                 
- Thank you.
- Thank you.

 
                 
- We'll let you know.
- Okay.

 
                 
- Okay, one-handed.
- One-handed. There we go. Oh!

 
                 
- [ Laughing ]
- Then the other one there.

 
                 
Here comes the train.

 
                 
Well, they found nothing.

 
                 
In fact,
they think it's drug related.

 
                 
Uh, drug related?
Why drug related?

 
                 
Well, apparently, Drexl had
his big toe stuck in that shit.

 
                 
- Really?
- Drexl had an association with
a fellow named Blue Lou Boyle.

 
                 
- Name mean anything to you?
- No.

 
                 
Well, if you don't hang around
his circle, no reason it should.

 
                 
- Why? Who is he?
- Gangster, drug dealer.

 
                 
Somebody that you don't want on
your ass. Now, look, Clarence,

 
                 
the more I hear
about this Drexl fucker,

 
                 
the more I think
you did the right thing.

 
                 
This guy wasn't
just some wild flake.

 
                 
No, man. That's what I
was trying to tell you before.

 
                 
The guy was like
a mad dog.

 
                 
So, the cops, they don't think--
They're not after us.

 
                 
No. Until they hear
something better,

 
                 
they'll just assume Drexl had
a falling-out with Blue Lou.

 
                 
And once you leave town,
I wouldn't even worry about it.

 
                 
Thanks a lot, Daddy.
You really came through for me.

 
                 
I got some money I could give you.

 
                 
No. Keep it. Keep it.

 
                 
Well, now, son,

 
                 
I want you
to know that, uh,

 
                 
I hope everything works out
with you and Alabama.

 
                 
I like her.

 
                 
And I think you...
make a real cute couple.

 
                 
Yeah, well, now, you--
you stay out of trouble.

 
                 
Hmm?

 
                 
Remember, you got a--you got
a wife to think about now.

 
                 
Quit fuckin' around.

 
                 
Son...

 
                 
I love you.

 
                 
- All right.
- All right.

 
                 
This is my friend Dick Ritchie's number
and address in Hollywood.

 
                 
That's where
we're gonna be.

 
                 
You can get in touch
with me through him.

 
                 
Come on, Alabama.
We're taking off. Kiss Pops good-bye.

 
                 
Bye, Daddy.
Hope to see you again soon.

 
                 
Hey! Hey! What kind
of smackaroo is that?

 
                 
- We'll send you a postcard
from Hollywood, all right?
- Alabama.

 
                 
- Alabama.
- Yes, sir?

 
                 
- Take care of that one for me.
- Don't worry, Daddy.

 
                 
- I'm gonna keep this fellow
on a short leash.
- As the sun sets...

 
                 
slowly in the West,
we bid you a fond farewell.

 
                 
- [ Alabama ] Bye, Daddy!
- See you later, Pops!

 
                 
Son of a bitch was right.

 
                 
She tastes like a peach.
Come on, Rommel!

 
                 
Come on, boy!
Come on! Come on!

 
                 
[ Ringing ]

 
                 
Hello.

 
                 
- Hello, baby!
- [ Man On Radio ] Hello, baby!

 
                 
- Clarence?
- You got it.

 
                 
Clarence, it's great to hear from you.
What's going on?

 
                 
- Well, you are gonna
be seeing me shortly.
- You're coming to L.A.? When?

 
                 
Uh, tomorrow.

 
                 
There is a story behind all that.
I will tell you when I see you.

 
                 
And by the way, I ain't gonna be alone.
I am bringing my lovely wife.

 
                 
Get the fuck out of here.
Clarence, you got married?

 
                 
- I'm a married man, buddy.
- Chantilly lace

 
                 
I'm a married man. You wanna say hello
to my better half? Come here.

 
                 
- Hi, Dick. This is Alabama Worley.
- How you doing, Alabama?

 
                 
Hi. Clarence told me all about you.
He said you were his best friend.

 
                 
- So I guess that makes you
my best friend too.
- Tell him we gotta go.

 
                 
- Clarence says we gotta be going.
- Can I speak to Clarence?

 
                 
- Ask him if he got the letter.
- Did you get the letter?

 
                 
- What letter?
- What letter?

 
                 
- Letters.
- Letters.

 
                 
- I didn't get any letter.
- Has he gotten his mail yet?

 
                 
- Have you gotten your mail yet?
- Well, no. My roommate Floyd--

 
                 
- Has he looked through it?
- Have you looked through it? No.

 
                 
Tell him to go
look through it.

 
                 
Go and, uh--
Go look through it.

 
                 
Wait. Can I speak
to Clarence, please?

 
                 
- He wants to talk to you.
- No time. Tell him we gotta go.

 
                 
- No time. Read the letter.
- Read the letter.

 
                 
Tell him I love him.
Tell him as of tomorrow--

 
                 
- He loves you. Honey, hold this.
- All right.

 
                 
- As of tomorrow, all of
his money problems...
- As of tomorrow,

 
                 
- are gonna be over.
- all your money problems
are gonna be... over.

 
                 
Hello?
What money problems?

 
                 
Hello? Hello?

 
                 
You know what I like

 
                 
Chantilly lace
and a pretty face

 
                 
A ponytail hangin' down

 
                 
A wiggle in the walk
and a giggle in the talk, Lord

 
                 
Make the world go 'round

 
                 
Floyd, you used up the last piece
of toilet paper!

 
                 
Make me act so funny
Make me spend my money

 
                 
Make me feel real loose
like a long-necked goose

 
                 
Oh, baby
that's-a what I like

 
                 
Hey! Hey! Rommel!

 
                 
Hey, come here!
Rommel! Rommel!

 
                 
Frankie, tell Luca to go outside
and do you know what.

 
                 
[ Speaking Italian ]

 
                 
Do you know who I am,
Mr.Worley?

 
                 
I give up. Who are you?

 
                 
I'm the Antichrist.
You got me in a vendetta kind of mood.

 
                 
You tell the angels in heaven
you've never seen evil
so singularly personified...

 
                 
as you did in the face
of the man who killed you.

 
                 
My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work
as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle,

 
                 
the man
your son stole from.

 
                 
I hear you were once a cop, so I
can assume you have heard of us before.

 
                 
- Am I correct?
- I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.

 
                 
I'm glad.

 
                 
Hopefully, that will clear up
the "how full of shit am I" question...

 
                 
you've been asking yourself.

 
                 
We're gonna have
a little Q and A.

 
                 
And at the risk of
sounding redundant,

 
                 
please make
your answers genuine.

 
                 
You want a Chesterfield?

 
                 
No.

 
                 
I have a son of my own,
about your boy's age.

 
                 
I can imagine how painful
this must be for you.

 
                 
But Clarence...

 
                 
and that bitch of a girlfriend of his
brought this all on themselves.

 
                 
I implore you not to go down
that road with them.

 
                 
You could always take comfort
in the fact you never had a choice.

 
                 
Look, I'd like to help you if I could,
but I haven't seen Clarence.

 
                 
- You see that?
- Ah, shit!

 
                 
- Fuck!
- That smarts, doesn't it?

 
                 
To get slammed in the nose.

 
                 
Fucks you all up.

 
                 
You get that pain shooting through your
brain. Your eyes fill up with water.

 
                 
That ain't any kind of fun.

 
                 
But what I have to offer you,
that's as good as it's gonna get.

 
                 
And it won't ever
get that good again.

 
                 
We talked to your neighbors.
They saw a Cadillac.

 
                 
Purple Cadillac.

 
                 
Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked
in front of your trailer yesterday.

 
                 
Mr.Worley,
you seen your son?

 
                 
- I've seen him.
- I can't be sure...

 
                 
of how much
of what he told you, so...

 
                 
in the chance you're in the dark
about some of this,

 
                 
let me shed some light.

 
                 
That whore your boy
hangs around with,

 
                 
her pimp
is an associate of mine.

 
                 
Among his pimping
and other affairs,

 
                 
he works for me
in a courier capacity.

 
                 
Well, apparently,

 
                 
that dirty little whore found out
we were gonna do some business...

 
                 
'cause your son,
the cowboy, and his flame...

 
                 
came into the room blazing
and didn't stop...

 
                 
until they were pretty sure
everybody was dead.

 
                 
What are you
talking about?

 
                 
I'm talking
about a massacre.

 
                 
They snatched my narcotics.

 
                 
Hightailed it out of there.
Would have got away with it,

 
                 
but your son,
fuck-head that he is,

 
                 
left his driver's license
in the dead guy's hand.

 
                 
- You know, I don't believe you.
- That's of minor importance.

 
                 
What is of major fucking importance
is that I believe you.

 
                 
Where did they go?

 
                 
On their honeymoon.

 
                 
I'm getting angry asking
the same question a second time.

 
                 
- Where did they go?
- They didn't tell me.

 
                 
You just wait a minute
and listen to me.

 
                 
I haven't seen Clarence
in three years.

 
                 
He shows up yesterday...

 
                 
with a young girl,
saying that he got married.

 
                 
He asked for, uh,

 
                 
some quick cash
to go on a honeymoon.

 
                 
He asked me
if he could borrow $   .

 
                 
I felt like helping him,
so I wrote him out a check.

 
                 
We went to breakfast
in the morning.

 
                 
And that's the last
I saw of him,

 
                 
so help me God.

 
                 
They never thought to tell me
where they were going.

 
                 
And I never
thought to ask.

 
                 
No!

 
                 
Don Vincenzo.
[ Speaking Italian ]

 
                 
[ Italian ]

 
                 
You know,
Sicilians are great liars.

 
                 
The best in the world.

 
                 
I'm Sicilian.

 
                 
My father was the world heavyweight
champion of Sicilian liars.

 
                 
From growing up with him,
I learned the pantomime.

 
                 
There are    different things a guy can
do when he lies to give himself away.

 
                 
A guy's got    pantomimes.
A woman's got   .

 
                 
A guy's got   . But if you know them
like you know your own face,

 
                 
they'd beat lie detectors
all to hell.

 
                 
Now, what we got here is
a little game of show-and-tell.

 
                 
You don't wanna show me nothing,
but you're telling me everything.

 
                 
I know you know where they are,
so... tell me...

 
                 
before I do some damage
you won't walk away from.

 
                 
Could I have one
of those Chesterfields now?

 
                 
Sure.

 
                 
You got a... match?
No. Wait. No, no.

 
                 
Don't bother.
I got one.

 
                 
- You're Sicilian, huh?
- Yeah. Sicilian.

 
                 
[ Chuckling ]
You know...

 
                 
I read a lot,

 
                 
especially about things--
about history.

 
                 
I find that shit fascinating.

 
                 
Here's a fact I don't know
whether you know or not.

 
                 
Sicilians were
spawned by niggers.

 
                 
Come again?

 
                 
No, it's-- it's a fact.
Yeah. You see, uh,

 
                 
Sicilians have, uh,

 
                 
black blood pumping
through their hearts.

 
                 
If you-- If you don't believe me,
uh, you can look it up.

 
                 
Hundreds and hundreds
of years ago, uh, you see, um,

 
                 
the Moors conquered Sicily.

 
                 
And the Moors are niggers.

 
                 
You see, way back then, uh,

 
                 
Sicilians were like, uh,
wops from northern Italy.

 
                 
They all had blond hair
and blue eyes.

 
                 
But, uh, well--

 
                 
then the Moors moved
in there, and...

 
                 
well, they changed
the whole country.

 
                 
They did so much fucking
with Sicilian women...

 
                 
that they changed
the whole bloodline forever.

 
                 
That's why...

 
                 
blond hair and blue eyes
became black hair and dark skin.

 
                 
You know, it's absolutely
amazing to me...

 
                 
to think that to this day,
hundreds of years later,

 
                 
that-- that Sicilians...

 
                 
still carry that nigger gene.

 
                 
Now, this--

 
                 
No, I'm quoting history.

 
                 
It's written.
It's a fact. It's written.

 
                 
- I love this guy.
- No.

 
                 
Your ancestors are niggers. Huh?

 
                 
Hey.

 
                 
Yeah.

 
                 
And-- And your great-great-great-great-
grandmother...

 
                 
fucked a nigger.

 
                 
Yeah. And she had
a half-nigger kid.

 
                 
Now, if that's
a fact, tell me,

 
                 
am I lying?

 
                 
'Cause you--

 
                 
you're part eggplant.

 
                 
Huh? Hey, hey, hey.

 
                 
You're a cantaloupe.

 
                 
That's beautiful.

 
                 
I haven't killed anybody...

 
                 
since     .

 
                 
Go to this comedian's
son's apartment.

 
                 
Come back with something
that tells me where that asshole went...

 
                 
so I can wipe
this egg off my face.

 
                 
Fix this fucked-up
family for good.

 
                 
Hey, boss.

 
                 
Get ready to be happy.

 
                 
[ Man On Radio ] Morning, everybody.
It's  :   here in L.A.

 
                 
I'm David Perry
at K.B.L.U.

 
                 
[ Rock ]

 
                 
[ Knocking ]

 
                 
[ Alabama ]
Hello? Hi.

 
                 
[ Knocking Continues ]

 
                 
- [ Alabama Speaking, Indistinct ]
- Floyd.

 
                 
Floyd. Can't you answer
the door at least for me?

 
                 
Oh, man, I didn't
even hear it.

 
                 
- [ Banging ]
- Hello?

 
                 
- You can't help me out
every now and then?
- Hi.

 
                 
Yes.

 
                 
- You call for a date?
- Huh?

 
                 
- Hey!
- I knew it was you! How you doing?

 
                 
- Dick, this is Alabama.
Alabama, this is Dick.
- Nice to meet you.

 
                 
- How long have you been living here?
- Hi. I'm Alabama.

 
                 
- Clarence, you look good.
- This is a great place. This is nice.

 
                 
I'm starving. Let's get something
to eat. Who's this?

 
                 
- [ Dick ] It's Floyd.
- [ Clarence ] Floyd. Let's go.

 
                 
Okay, Floyd, watch yourself.
Be careful.

 
                 
Hey.

 
                 
[ Screaming ]

 
                 
[ Rock Continues ]

 
                 
Hey, I didn't
tell you guys yet?

 
                 
I had this really, really good audition
for TJ Hooker the other day.

 
                 
- You're gonna be on TJ Hooker?
- Yeah. It's the new TJ Hooker.

 
                 
- Knock on wood.
- You get to meet Captain Kirk?

 
                 
Well, you don't get
to meet him in the audition.

 
                 
But if I get the part--
Hope, hope.

 
                 
- That would be amazing.
- It would be cool. It would be a real--

 
                 
Meeting Captain Kirk,
that would be cool.

 
                 
Here we are.

 
                 
- [ Horn Honks ]
- Oh!

 
                 
The honeymoon suite.

 
                 
You're really in love,
aren't you?

 
                 
Very first time in my life.
You know what that's like?

 
                 
No.

 
                 
- Nah.
- Shut the fuck up. Hey.

 
                 
What are you doing
in L.A. anyway, huh?

 
                 
Holy Mary,
Mother of God.

 
                 
This shit
can't be real.

 
                 
- It'll get you high.
- What?

 
                 
- I said, it'll get you high.
- [ Alabama ] Hey, we got cable.

 
                 
- You want some wine, sweetheart?
- Yeah, just a little bit.

 
                 
I'm not much
of a wine gal.

 
                 
This stuff is fucking real.
This is fucking real, Clarence.

 
                 
- I certainly hope so.
- You've got a hell
of a lot of cocaine here, man.

 
                 
- I know.
- Do you realize how much
fucking coke you have here?

 
                 
No. Tell me.

 
                 
I don't know,
but it's a fucking lot.

 
                 
This is--
This is Drexl's coke?

 
                 
No, Drexl's dead, you see.
It's Clarence's coke.

 
                 
And Clarence, he can do whatever
he wants with it.

 
                 
What Clarence wants to do
is to sell it.

 
                 
Then me and 'Bama, we're gonna
jump a jet plane and spend the
rest of our lives spending it.

 
                 
You got my letter?
You lined up buyers for me?

 
                 
- Listen, Clarence,
I'm not Joe Cocaine, okay?
- You're an actor.

 
                 
I hear these Hollywood guys get it
delivered to the set all the time.

 
                 
Well, they do, all right?
They do.

 
                 
And maybe one day, when I start
being a successful actor,
I'll be like one of those guys.

 
                 
But until that day,
I ain't got nothing.

 
                 
I don't have a pot to piss in
or a window to throw it out.
All I got is fucking Floyd.

 
                 
If you want me to help you sell a little
bit at a time, that's all I can do.

 
                 
No, no. None of that
little-bit-at-a-time shit.

 
                 
It's got to be the whole
enchilada in one shot, and
that's the way it's gotta be.

 
                 
Clarence, do you have any idea
how difficult that's gonna be?

 
                 
What the fuck
are you talking about?

 
                 
I'm offering half a million
dollars' worth of white for
   grand. That's difficult?

 
                 
Very difficult. That's very difficult,
do you understand?

 
                 
It's difficult because you're selling
to a particular group.

 
                 
Fat cats. Big shots.
Guys who can afford $      .

 
                 
And guys who can use a whole
fucking suitcase full of cocaine.

 
                 
Basically, Clarence,
guys I don't know.

 
                 
And guys you don't know. And more
importantly, they don't know you.

 
                 
Come on, Dick.

 
                 
Okay, Clarence. Listen.

 
                 
There's one guy that I know that can
help you out, Clarence,

 
                 
but... I'm not
guaranteeing you anything.

 
                 
Is he big league?

 
                 
No. He's not big league.
Okay?

 
                 
But he works as an assistant to a very
big movie producer named Lee Donowitz.

 
                 
Lee Donowitz could afford
and can use...

 
                 
$       worth of coke,

 
                 
- being that that's what you have.
- So what did you tell him?

 
                 
What the fuck you expect me
to tell him, huh?

 
                 
I didn't know what the hell
was bullshit and what wasn't.

 
                 
And besides, Floyd smoked
the second page of the letter. Okay?

 
                 
What's this
acting class guy's name?

 
                 
Elliot.

 
                 
Elliot what?

 
                 
Elliot Blitzer.

 
                 
Okay, we'll get him on the phone
and we'll arrange a meeting...

 
                 
so we can get through all this
getting-to-know-you stuff.

 
                 
- Where?
- Where should we meet?

 
                 
- Roller coaster.
- Roller coasters.

 
                 
So, you got, uh--you got
$       worth of cola...

 
                 
that you're unloading
for $      .

 
                 
- You want an animal cracker?
- Um, thanks.

 
                 
Wait.
Save the gorillas.

 
                 
Thanks.

 
                 
That's all right.
Anyway, thanks.

 
                 
So, you got--you got
$       worth of cola...

 
                 
that you're unloading
for $      .

 
                 
"Unloading." That is a hell of a way
to describe the bargain of a lifetime.

 
                 
Where did you get it?

 
                 
Where did I get it?

 
                 
I, uh-- I grow it
on my windowsill.

 
                 
See, the light's really good up there.
I'm up high enough off the street...

 
                 
so you can't see it.

 
                 
- It works perfectly.
- Yeah.

 
                 
Where, really--
where does it come from?

 
                 
- Where does it come from? Coca leaves.
- Yeah.

 
                 
- You know what? I'm out of here.
- Elliot, chill out.

 
                 
Sit down here. All right?
We're both here.

 
                 
We might as well enjoy the ride. I'll
tell you, okay? But keep it quiet.

 
                 
If Dick didn't ensure me you're
good people, I'd just tell you,
"None of your fucking business."

 
                 
- Okay, okay, okay.
- This is gonna be fun.

 
                 
Let's go!

 
                 
[ Clarence ] The truth of the matter is,
I got a friend in the department.

 
                 
What department?

 
                 
"What department?"
What do you think, eight ball?

 
                 
- The police department?
- Give the man a prize!

 
                 
About a year and a half ago, this friend
of mine got access to the evidence room,

 
                 
and he snagged this coke, but he's
a good cop with a wife and a kid.

 
                 
So he held on to it
for about a year and a half,

 
                 
- until he found a guy he could trust.
- And he trusts you?

 
                 
Yeah. We were in  -H together.
We've known each other since
childhood. I'm handling sales.

 
                 
He's my silent partner. He knows if I
get fucked up, I won't drop dime on him.

 
                 
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
- Okay? Now, no further, you understand?

 
                 
He's kind of paranoid. I didn't tell
you nothing. You didn't hear nothing.

 
                 
I didn't hear nothing!

 
                 
Here we go!

 
                 
Ride it out, baby!

 
                 
Yeah!

 
                 
We're going in for another one!
Hang on, Elliot! Whoo!

 
                 
Oh, yeah, we got this puppy.
This was a good idea.

 
                 
Elliot looks a little green.

 
                 
Elliot, do I look like
a beautiful blond with big tits...

 
                 
and an ass that tastes
like French vanilla ice cream?

 
                 
What?

 
                 
Do I look like a beautiful blond
with big tits...

 
                 
and an ass that tastes like
French vanilla ice cream?

 
                 
No.

 
                 
No. Okay, then why are you telling me
all this bullshit, huh?

 
                 
- What, you wanna fuck me?
- [ Dick ] Clarence.

 
                 
- He's sick.
- Let me handle this, all right?

 
                 
Look. You know what?
Just get it straight.

 
                 
Lee is not
into taking risks, okay?

 
                 
He's got a couple of guys.
He's been dealing with them for years.

 
                 
They're reliable, they're dependable,
and they're safe.

 
                 
Riddle me this, Batman.

 
                 
If you're all so much in love with each
other, what the hell are you doing here?

 
                 
I'm sure you got better things
to do with your time...

 
                 
than hang around upside down
on a roller coaster all day.

 
                 
Your guy is interested because with
that much shit at his fingertips,

 
                 
he could play Joe-fucking-Hollywood
until the wheels come off.

 
                 
He can sell it.
He can snort it.

 
                 
He can play Santa Claus with it
as far as I'm concerned.

 
                 
At the price he's paying, he's gonna be
able to afford to just throw it around.

 
                 
He's gonna be everybody's
best friend, all right?

 
                 
I mean, I'm not
putting him down here.

 
                 
It's his money. Let him do
whatever the hell he wants.

 
                 
But don't expect me and my friends
to hang around forever,

 
                 
waiting for you guys
to grow some guts.

 
                 
[ Phone Ringing ]

 
                 
- Yeah, hello?
- Hi, Lee.

 
                 
Elliot, it's Sunday. Can you tell me
why I'm talking to you on Sunday?

 
                 
I don't see enough of you all week,
I gotta talk to you on Sunday too?

 
                 
I'm with that party that you wanted me
to get together with, Lee.

 
                 
- You know who I'm talking about?
- I don't believe this.

 
                 
Elliot, why the hell are you
talking to me on my phone about that?

 
                 
Well, because I'm standing--
I'm standing with the guy,

 
                 
and he insists
on talking to you.

 
                 
Are you out
of your fucking mind?

 
                 
He said that if I didn't
get you on the phone, he would--

 
                 
Hello, Lee. It's Clarence.
At last we speak.

 
                 
First of all, Lee,
I'm a really big fan of yours.

 
                 
That's why I wanna open
Dr.Zhivago in L.A.

 
                 
And I need you and your abilities
to distribute it.

 
                 
Uh, Clarence. Uh--

 
                 
I don't know, Clarence.
Dr.Zhivago is a pretty big movie.

 
                 
The biggest movie you've
ever dealt with, Lee.

 
                 
We're talking
a lot of film here.

 
                 
A man would have to be an idiot
not to be a little bit cautious
about a movie like that.

 
                 
And, Lee,
you are no idiot.

 
                 
No, no. I'm not saying
I'm not interested, Clarence.

 
                 
Being a distributor is not what I'm all
about. I'm a movie producer, you know?

 
                 
I am on this earth
to make good movies.

 
                 
Nothing more and nothing--
well, maybe less sometimes.

 
                 
Hey!

 
                 
Choose a fucking lane!

 
                 
No, not you. Just some idiot--
Don't give me the finger!

 
                 
I'll fucking
have you killed!

 
                 
The bottom line is, I am not Paramount.
You know what I'm saying?

 
                 
I got a select few
distributors I deal with.

 
                 
I buy their little movies, and I
accomplish what I wanna accomplish...

 
                 
and get the fuck
out of there.

 
                 
Very businesslike, very easy
and very little risk, Clarence.

 
                 
Lee, we're talking Dr.Zhivago.
This will be packing 'em in
for a year and a half.

 
                 
Two years. That is two years
you're not gonna have to deal...

 
                 
with anybody else's
movie but mine.

 
                 
Nobody's but yours.
Well, what is the rush here?

 
                 
I just wanna be able
to announce this deal at Cannes.

 
                 
If I had time for a courtship,
Lee, I would. I'd take you out,
hold your hand, kiss your cheek.

 
                 
But I'm not
in that position.

 
                 
I need to know right now if you
and I are in bed together or not.

 
                 
If you want my movie, you're
gonna have to come to terms
with your fear and desire.

 
                 
Uh-huh. Fear and desire,
huh, Clarence?

 
                 
Don't you know that my films have
grossed more than  .  billion, Clarence?

 
                 
- Let me talk to Elliot.
Let me talk to Elliot.
- You wanna talk to Elliot?

 
                 
Elliot, he wants
to talk to you.

 
                 
- Hi, Lee.
- Elliot, where do you
know this guy from?

 
                 
He's, uh-- He's a friend
of Dick's, remember?

 
                 
Who the fuck is Dick?

 
                 
You-- You-- You want me
to... suck his dick?

 
                 
- No. Who the fuck is Dick?
- Oh, who the fuck is Dick?

 
                 
- Yeah.
- Dick is my friend.
He's in my acting class.

 
                 
- You told him I'm an actor?
- Is he any good? Is he talented?

 
                 
Really? How does Dick
know this guy?

 
                 
- Tell him--
- They-- They grew up together.

 
                 
Okay, uh, Wednesday
at the hotel,  :  .

 
                 
Bring the whole
fucking cast, all right?

 
                 
Elliot, don't call me here anymore,
especially not on Sunday, all right?

 
                 
- What did he say?
- Just hold on a second.

 
                 
- Did you tell him--
- Shut up for a second. Hey, you guys.

 
                 
This is
what's gonna happen.

 
                 
:   Beverly Ambassador.
He wants to see everybody. Okay?

 
                 
And he'll talk to you.
If after talking to you he likes you,

 
                 
wants to deal with you,
he'll deal with you.

 
                 
If he doesn't, he'll say fuck you,
and he'll walk out of the room.

 
                 
- Did you tell him--
- Shut up for a second.

 
                 
And he wants a sample bag.

 
                 
- No problem on all counts.
- Great.

 
                 
Did you tell him
I was an actor?

 
                 
- Yes, I told him.
- You told him I was good?

  
                 
Yeah, I lied.

  
                 
[ TV Playing ]

  
                 
- Hi.
- How you doing?

  
                 
- Oh, pretty good.
- You Dick? Dick Ritchie?

  
                 
No. No, he's
not here right now.

  
                 
- You live here?
- Yes, I do.

  
                 
You're sort
of, uh, roommates?

  
                 
Exactly roommates.

  
                 
Maybe you can help me.
I'm looking for a friend of mine.

  
                 
- Sure.
- Clarence Worley from Detroit?

  
                 
- He's traveling with a real
pretty girl named Alabama?
- Oh, yeah, man, I know 'em.

  
                 
- They've been by here.
- You've seen 'em?

  
                 
- Mm-hmm.
- They staying here?

  
                 
No, they're
staying at the...

  
                 
Safari Motor-- Motel Inn.

  
                 
- Safari Motel.
- Safari Motel?

  
                 
Yeah.

  
                 
How do you know that?
Have you been over there?

  
                 
No. They were here,

  
                 
and they said that they
were going to go there.

  
                 
Then they went.

  
                 
- Yeah?
- Yeah. Safari-- Safari Motel.

  
                 
- Safari Motel.
- Uh-huh.

  
                 
Hey, you wanna watch some TV?
They might be back here.

  
                 
- No. No, thank you. Thank you, though.
- Okay.

  
                 
- You take care. I might be back.
- Yeah.

  
                 
Good. Be cool.

  
                 
Don't condescend
to me, man.

  
                 
I'll fucking kill you, man.

  
                 
I'm so proud of you.
Did I do my part okay?

  
                 
- Alabama, you were perfect.
- Like a ninja?

  
                 
Like a ninja. I'm gonna
go grab us something to eat.

  
                 
I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get
all wet and slippery and soapy...

  
                 
and hop in that water bed
and watch X-rated movies...

  
                 
till you get your ass
back in my lovin' arms.

  
                 
Hurry back now.

  
                 
We now return to Bullitt,
already in progress.

  
                 
You give your love

  
                 
So sweetly

  
                 
Hi.

  
                 
[ Giggles ]
Hi!

  
                 
Hi.

  
                 
- Cigarette?
- No.

  
                 
[ Giggles ]

  
                 
That's a very
nice outfit.

  
                 
Oh. This?

  
                 
I got this
in Las Vegas, Nevada.

  
                 
Alabama, where's our coke,
and, uh, where's Clarence?

  
                 
When's he coming back?

  
                 
I'm sorry. I think
you have the wrong room.

  
                 
My name is Sadie.

  
                 
We don't have any Coke, but there's
a Pepsi machine down the hall.

  
                 
I don't know anybody named Clarence,
but perhaps my husband does.

  
                 
You can ask him,
'cause he'll be home in a minute.

  
                 
He plays football.

  
                 
He's just at practice.

  
                 
- Give me your hand.
- Okay.

  
                 
You are unbelievably cute.

  
                 
Thank you. Thanks.

  
                 
Let me see those eyes.

  
                 
What a face.

  
                 
Do me a favor.
Turn around for me.

  
                 
Okay.

  
                 
No, go the other way.

  
                 
Okay.

  
                 
[ Humming ]

  
                 
- Ooh. That hurts, don't it?
- Uh-huh.

  
                 
Get on your feet, sweetie.
You ain't hurt that bad.

  
                 
Now, where's our coke? Where's
Clarence? And when's he coming back?

  
                 
Okay. Okay.

  
                 
Fuck you.

  
                 
Fuck me.

  
                 
What's the matter,
baby, huh?

  
                 
Can't breathe?

  
                 
[ Groaning ]

  
                 
You better get
used to that.

  
                 
- Mmm. Smells like hamburgers in here.
- Hi.

  
                 
Tell me, what is the biggest,
fattest hamburger you guys got?

  
                 
That would be Steve's
double chili cheeseburger.

  
                 
- Give me two of them bad boys,
two chili fries...
- Uh-huh.

  
                 
- and, uh, two large Diet Cokes.
- Anything else?

  
                 
Come here. Look at yourself!
Look! Take a good look!

  
                 
You think your boyfriend
would go for this shit? If
you do, you're fucking stupid.

  
                 
You're a very pretty girl, but you ain't
gonna be very pretty for very long.

  
                 
I'm gonna ask you
a fucking question,

  
                 
and you give me
the right fucking answer!

  
                 
Now,

  
                 
where's my coke?

  
                 
Turn around. Turn around.

  
                 
Answer me!

  
                 
- Come on.
- Mmm--

  
                 
- You got a lot of heart, kid.
- [ Laughing ]

  
                 
[ Clarence ]
Now, that is a great issue.

  
                 
You gotten
to the story on Elvis yet?

  
                 
No, I hadn't.

  
                 
That is probably the single best piece
I have ever read on Elvis Presley...

  
                 
in my entire life.

  
                 
Look. It tries to pin down what the
attraction is after all these years.

  
                 
It covers
the whole spectrum.

  
                 
Talks to the fans, people who grew up
with him, people who love his music.

  
                 
Then there's
the fanatics. Right?

  
                 
I don't know about you,
but they give me the creeps.

  
                 
- Yeah, yeah, I see what you mean.
- I mean, look at her.

  
                 
It looks like she fell off the ugly tree
and hit every branch on the way down.

  
                 
[ Coughing ]

  
                 
Now, the first time you kill somebody,
that's the hardest.

  
                 
I don't give a shit if you're fucking
wired up or Jack the Ripper.

  
                 
Remember that guy in Texas?
The guy in that fucking tower,
killed all them people?

  
                 
I bet you green money, that first
little black dot he took a bead on,

  
                 
that was the bitch
of the bunch.

  
                 
First one is tough.
No fucking fooling.

  
                 
The second one ain't
no fucking Mardi Gras either,

  
                 
but it's better than the first,
'cause you still feel the
same thing, except it's diluted.

  
                 
You know,
it's-- it's better.

  
                 
I threw up on the first one.
You believe that?

  
                 
- [ Groans ]
- Then the third one--

  
                 
The third one is easy.
You level right off.

  
                 
That's no problem. Now--

  
                 
Shit.

  
                 
Now I do it just to watch their
fucking expression change.

  
                 
I don't fucking
believe it.

  
                 
Did you put it
under the bed?

  
                 
Uh-huh.
[ Laughing ]

  
                 
I can't believe it.
You put it under the fucking bed.

  
                 
I didn't look
under the fucking bed.

  
                 
I can't believe you put it
under the fuckin' bed,

  
                 
and I can't believe I didn't
look under the fuckin' bed.

  
                 
I'm gettin' fuckin' old.

  
                 
[ Cackles ]
Journey's end, baby.

  
                 
Snow at the end
of the rainbow.

  
                 
[ Groans ]

  
                 
One less thing I gotta
fuckin' worry about.

  
                 
[ Coughing ]

  
                 
This is it, baby.

  
                 
Moment of truth.

  
                 
[ Cocks Gun ]

  
                 
[ Breathing Heavily ]

  
                 
[ Chuckles ]

  
                 
You got a lot of heart, kid.
You know that?

  
                 
[ Whimpering ]

  
                 
Wanna play?

  
                 
Hmm?
Is that what you want?

  
                 
- [ Grunts ]
- You wanna play with Daddy?

  
                 
Come on. Come on. I'll give you
one shot 'cause I like you.

  
                 
Stick it in me, baby.
Come on. Stick it in Daddy.

  
                 
Stick it in me.
Go ahead.

  
                 
- Come on! Come on! Come on!
- [ Screaming ]

  
                 
[ Screaming ]

  
                 
[ Groaning ]
Motherfucker!

  
                 
- All right. No more
Mr. Fuckin' Nice Guy.
- Oh, God.

  
                 
[ Screaming ]

  
                 
What do you think of that, baby?
[ Cackles ]

  
                 
- What do you think about that?
What do you think about that?
- Wait! Wait!

  
                 
- What?
- [ Laughing ]

  
                 
- Hey, what the fuck are you laughing at?
- You look ridiculous!

  
                 
[ Laughing Continues ]

  
                 
Come here! I look fuckin' ridiculous?
Get up! Laugh it up!

  
                 
Come on, laugh it up! You were in
hysterics a minute ago! Laugh!

  
                 
- You like that, don't you?
- Fuck you!

  
                 
Shit! Fuck!

  
                 
[ Shouting ]

  
                 
- [ Screaming ]
- [ Groans ]

  
                 
- [ Screaming ]
- [ Screaming ]

  
                 
[ Shouting ]

  
                 
[ Sobbing ]

  
                 
[ Screaming ]

  
                 
Fuck! Come on. We gotta go.
Baby, we gotta go.

  
                 
- [ Screams ]
- Jesus Christ!

  
                 
Come on, darlin'. We gotta
get the fuck out of here.

  
                 
- [ Sobbing ]
- Come on. Shh!

  
                 
Come on. The cops are gonna
be here any fuckin' second.

  
                 
Fuck!

  
                 
Fuck! Come on.

  
                 
Fuck. Come on.
I'm sorry.

  
                 
[ Horn Honking ]

  
                 
Fuck! Fuck!

  
                 
I'm sorry. Oh, fuck!

  
                 
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

  
                 
- [ Horn Honking ]
- Get the fuck out of the way!

  
                 
Those eyes, those thighs
They're part

  
                 
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

  
                 
- [ Siren Wailing ]
- Oh, fuck!

  
                 
- Fuck!
- [ Screams ] What?

  
                 
I don't fuckin' believe this!
Goddamn it! I fucking knew it!

  
                 
[ Siren Continues ]

  
                 
I should have my goddamn head
examined for driving like this.

  
                 
Look, Carla--
Kandi, you've gotta help me.

  
                 
- What can I do?
- Take this. Hold this.

  
                 
- What, are you high? No.
- Fucking put this in your purse.

  
                 
- I'm not gonna put
that shit in my purse.
- He's not gonna search you.

  
                 
You didn't do anything.
Just put it in your bra.

  
                 
- I'm not wearing one.
- Please! He's almost here!
Just put it in your pants!

  
                 
- No.
- You are the one
that wanted to drive fast.

  
                 
Read my lips. No!

  
                 
- After all I did for you,
you fucking whore.
- Asshole.

  
                 
Who the fuck do you think you're--
[ Laughing Hysterically ]

  
                 
[ Laughing Continues ]

  
                 
- [ Police Radio Chatter ]
- Hi.

  
                 
Look, dick-head, it's your bad luck
that we caught you speeding,

  
                 
and it's your bad luck that you
had a bag of uncut cocaine.

  
                 
- Not a tiny little vial.
- A fuckin' baggy.

  
                 
Hey, you got caught. It's all fun
and fuckin' games till you get caught.

  
                 
But now we got you, okay,
Mr.Elliot Fuckin' Actor.
You just made the big time.

  
                 
- You're no longer an extra.
- Or a bit player.

  
                 
- Or a supporting actor.
- You're a fuckin' star.

  
                 
You're a fucking star, and you're gonna
be playing your one-man show nightly...

  
                 
for the next two fuckin' years
for a captive audience!

  
                 
Listen to this. You get out in
a few years, meet some old lady,

  
                 
you'll get married, and you'll be so
understanding to your wife's needs...

  
                 
because you'll know what
it feels like to be a woman.

  
                 
You'll only want to fuck her
in the ass because that pussy
won't be tight enough anymore.

  
                 
Good point, Detective.
Right? Fuckin' faggot.

  
                 
Krinkle, this is it.
We got it, and it's all ours.

  
                 
- You talk about fallin' into something.
- We got it.

  
                 
Will both you idiots shut up?
I can't understand shit.

  
                 
What happened?
What are you talking about?

  
                 
Okay. A patrol car pulls
a guy over for speedin', right?
Suspect's covered with coke.

  
                 
They bring the suspect to me and
Nicholson, and we go to work on him.

  
                 
- "Nicholson and I."
- What's the fuckin' difference?

  
                 
So we go to work on the guy, and we
know something's rotten in Denmark,

  
                 
'cause this guy's fuckin'
stupid, and he's got a big bag
of coke and it's uncut.

  
                 
And you ain't gonna fuckin'
believe what he's got to say.

  
                 
Seems a cop from some department--
we don't know which one--

  
                 
stole a half a million dollars
of coke from the property cage.

  
                 
Had been sittin' on the shit
for a year and a half.

  
                 
- The cops got this weirdo
who's a front for him.
- Suspect's words.

  
                 
Our guy, Elliot Blitzer, he's making
a deal between them and his boss,

  
                 
a big-time fuckin' movie producer
named Lee Donowitz.

  
                 
He did the movie
Coming Home in a Body Bag.

  
                 
- A Vietnam movie? Good fuckin' movie.
- Yeah.

  
                 
- Fuckin' "A."
- Great fuckin' movie.

  
                 
- So, you believe him?
- I believe he believes him.

  
                 
This guy's too fuckin' rattled
to be lyin'. He'd roll over...

  
                 
on his mommy, daddy, two-pantied granny
and the King of Siam
if he had anything on them.

  
                 
This guy was a sissy. This rabbit
will do anything not to do any time.

  
                 
You know what he'll do?
He'll wear a wire.

  
                 
- He'll wear a wire?
- He'll wear a wire. We talked to him.

  
                 
Dirty cops. We gotta get
Internal Affairs on this.

  
                 
I don't give a shit who you
bring in. You can bring in
the militia, L.A. Thunderbirds,

  
                 
the ghost of Steve fuckin' McQueen,
ten fuckin' Roman gladiators.

  
                 
I don't give a shit as long as me
and Todd get credit for the bust.

  
                 
Listen, we found him.
We just want the fuckin' collar.

  
                 
That's it.
End of story.

  
                 
- You got it.
- Fuckin' "A."

  
                 
- Have I ever told you
how much I hate airports?
- Mm-mmm.

  
                 
- See, I used to live by one
back in Dearborn.
- Uh-huh.

  
                 
Really frustrating living next to
an airport when you ain't got shit.

  
                 
[ Groans ]

  
                 
All day long I'm seeing
and hearing people...

  
                 
doing exactly what I wanna
be doing but couldn't.

  
                 
What?

  
                 
- Starting new lives, leaving Detroit.
- [ Chuckles ]

  
                 
Vacations,
business trips.

  
                 
- Fun, fun, fun.
- [ Groans ]

  
                 
- You all right?
- Mm-hmm.

  
                 
You and me, we can jump on any
one of those planes out there
and go anywhere we want.

  
                 
It gives me a whole new outlook.
Love airports now.

  
                 
Yeah, you ain't kiddin'.
We got our lives to start over.

  
                 
We should go somewhere where we
can really start from scratch.

  
                 
- I've been in America all my life.
- [ Chuckles ]

  
                 
I've always wanted to see what TV
in other countries looks like.

  
                 
Where do you think we should go,
my little turtle dove?

  
                 
Cancun.

  
                 
Cancun?
Why Cancun?

  
                 
It's got a nice ring to it.
It sounds like a movie.

  
                 
Clarence and Alabama Go to Cancun.
Don't you think?

  
                 
In my movie, darling,
you get top billing.

  
                 
Don't you worry
about nothin', all right?

  
                 
It's all gonna work out
for us.

  
                 
We deserve it.

  
                 
Floyd, you're sure that's how you
get to the Beverly Ambassador?

  
                 
Yeah, man,
I'm positive.

  
                 
- Yeah, well, if we get lost,
that's your ass.
- Clarence--

  
                 
- Why don't you get out of my beer
and get a fuckin' job?
- Yeah, okay.

  
                 
- Can we go?
- We're out the door.

  
                 
I gotta meet Elliot in the lobby.
I don't want to be late.

  
                 
I just want to make sure
we got everything. Let's go.

  
                 
[ Chattering, Chuckling ]

  
                 
- Yes?
- I'm out. I'm out, Floyd.

  
                 
- Are you here? No, he's not here.
- I'm out.

  
                 
- Wait, wait. Let me get this.
- Come on!

  
                 
- Okay, I-- Fuck!
- Hello?

  
                 
Hi, Catherine.
I was just walkin' out--

  
                 
- What?
- Do you know what time it is?

  
                 
Serious?
She said that?

  
                 
What'd she say?
Come on.

  
                 
- Yo, Catherine, thank you. Thank you.
- Ask him what time it is.

  
                 
- You got the time?
- I'm gonna talk to you tomorrow.

  
                 
- Hey, man, can you get me some food?
- All right.

  
                 
Come on. We gotta go.
Come on.

  
                 
I got the part.

  
                 
- Wow!
- I got the part!

  
                 
- That's great, man.
- That's great. That's wonderful.

  
                 
They didn't even
want a callback.

  
                 
I can't believe it.
That's great.

  
                 
That's so cool.
Way to go.

  
                 
- I got a  :   call.
- That's great.

  
                 
Come on, let's go. I want to hear all
about it in the car, okay? Come on.

  
                 
- Hey, Clarence.
- What?

  
                 
Nothin'.

  
                 
- Forget it.
- All right. Come on.

  
                 
[ Alabama ]
Come on!

  
                 
Hey, get some--
get some beer...

  
                 
- and some--
- [ Door Closes ]

  
                 
and some cleaning products.

  
                 
[ Man On TV ]
His legacy lives on.

  
                 
[ Man On TV ]
That was Bob Henderson with a touchdown.

  
                 
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

  
                 
I'm losin' a fuckin' fortune
over here.

  
                 
- [ Speaking Italian ]
- [ Chuckling ]

  
                 
[ Italian Continues ]

  
                 
You talkin' to me,
you fuckin' wop, you?

  
                 
- [ Both Speaking Italian ]
- Fuckin'--

  
                 
[ TV Continues ]

  
                 
- [ Groaning ]
- [ Nicholson ] You're okay.

  
                 
- [ Dimes ] Put your jacket on.
- Put your jacket on.

  
                 
- Ready?
- Yeah.

  
                 
Put your jacket on.
One sleeve at a time.

  
                 
- It's a big game now, Elliot.
- [ Exhales Forcefully ]

  
                 
- It's okay. Come on. You all right?
- No.

  
                 
[ Chuckling ]
Elliot, look at me.

  
                 
Look at me.
You comfortable?

  
                 
Am I comfortable?
I've got a,

  
                 
like, you know,
brick in... my scrotum.

  
                 
That's the best place for it.
If they pat you down, they're
not gonna search your balls.

  
                 
- Okay. You think they might
see this, perhaps?
- No, it's okay.

  
                 
- When you stand up,
it'll be okay. Elliot.
- Okay. Yeah.

  
                 
- Elliot, say something.
- [ Exhales Forcefully ]

  
                 
- Just--
- Okay. Hi. How are you?

  
                 
My name's Elliot, and I'm with
the Cub Scouts of America.

  
                 
We're selling uncut cocaine
to get to the jamboree.

  
                 
- [ Dimes ] Just talk regular.
- Stop fuckin' around.

  
                 
- I can't believe I'm doing this.
- You get that shit?

  
                 
We're gonna be right down the hall,
monitoring you the whole time.

  
                 
What happens if somebody
does something you can't hear,

  
                 
like pulls out a gun
and puts it to my fucking eye?

  
                 
We've done this
a thousand times.

  
                 
We know what we're doing,
okay? We're the best.

  
                 
Now, listen.
No fuckin' around.

  
                 
Anything happens, we'll be in there
like fuckin' gangbusters.

  
                 
You gotta remember something.
You don't wanna go to jail.
Do you wanna go to jail?

  
                 
No, I don't wanna
go to jail.

  
                 
So what do we gotta do?
We gotta put your boss in jail, okay?

  
                 
[ Dimes ] And to do that,
we've got to show in court,

  
                 
beyond a reasonable doubt,
that this man,

  
                 
a very respectable man in the Hollywood
community, is also dealing cocaine.

  
                 
- We've got to prove it in court,
and you've gotta do it.
- That's what we're doing here.

  
                 
You're gonna be okay.
You're not gonna get hurt.

  
                 
So what you've gotta do--
you've gotta get him to admit...

  
                 
- on tape, all right?
- Uh-huh.

  
                 
That he's buyin' this coke.
Okay, champ?

  
                 
- Get ahold of yourself. You'll be okay.
- Okay.

  
                 
I'm gonna
get some coffee.

  
                 
You really got that
playin' basketball?

  
                 
Yep, I got elbowed
right in the eye.

  
                 
Then, as it that's not enough,
I got hurled the ball right
when I'm not lookin'. Wham!

  
                 
- Right in my face.
- You should be careful.

  
                 
- [ Both Chuckling ]
- I should.

  
                 
Clarence, what the fuck
did you bring that for?

  
                 
- In case.
- In case of what?

  
                 
I don't know.
What the hell do you want me to say?

  
                 
Look, Clarence,
Lee Donowitz is not a pimp.

  
                 
I know that. But one thing
this last week has taught me,

  
                 
it's better to have a gun and not need
it than to need a gun and not have it.

  
                 
Paging Mr.Sherek.

  
                 
- Sherek.
- He's over at the bar.

  
                 
There he is.

  
                 
[ Exhaling ]

  
                 
Elliot, your motivation
is to stay out of jail.

  
                 
- Easy, easy, easy.
- Hey.

  
                 
- Hi.
- Hi.

  
                 
I guess it's about
that time, huh?

  
                 
Yeah.

  
                 
Here we go.

  
                 
[ Elevator Bell Dings ]

  
                 
[ Sighs ]

  
                 
You're an actor.
Act, motherfucker.

  
                 
- Elliot?
- Yeah?

  
                 
- Get on your knees.
- Oh, no.

  
                 
- What?
- I said, get on your fuckin' knees!

  
                 
Shut the fuck up!
I know what the fuck I'm doin'.

  
                 
- You think I'm pretty
fuckin' stupid, don't you?
- No.

  
                 
Don't you fuckin' lie to me,
you motherfucker!

  
                 
He's bluffing you, Elliot!
Can't you see that?

  
                 
I want to hear you say,
"Clarence, you are--"

  
                 
Shut up! Say it, goddamn it!
I wanna hear you say it!

  
                 
"Clarence, you are without a doubt, the
dumbest motherfucker I've ever seen!"

  
                 
- Say it!
- Dumb fucker!

  
                 
- Apparently, I'm not as dumb-- Shut up!
- He didn't do nothin'!

  
                 
Apparently, I'm not as dumb as
you fuckin' think I am, am I?

  
                 
- No.
- What the fuck
is waiting for us up there?

  
                 
- What the fuck's waiting for us?
- He's gonna shoot him.

  
                 
Tell me, or I'm gonna pump two
in your face right here.

  
                 
- He's not gonna shoot him.
- [ Shouts ]

  
                 
- Motherfuck--
- He's gonna shoot him.

  
                 
Like Nick Curry used to say,
if I'm wrong, I swear to God
I'll fucking apologize!

  
                 
Something's amiss. I can feel it. If
anything out of the ordinary goes down,

  
                 
you are gonna be
the first one shot.

  
                 
- He didn't do anything! What the fuck--
- Shut up!

  
                 
I'm gonna blow this motherfucker away.
Fuck you!

  
                 
[ Screams ] I wish somebody
would just come and get me,

  
                 
because I don't
like this anymore!

  
                 
Get ahold of yourself,
you fuckin' sissy!

  
                 
I really wish somebody would just come
and take me away! Just take me away!

  
                 
Hang in there, will you?
Goddamn it!

  
                 
I can't take this! I'm sorry,
but I just can't! I wish somebody...

  
                 
would just come to my rescue,
and everything would be all right!

  
                 
Elliot? Elliot?

  
                 
- What?
- I'm sorry, all right?

  
                 
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Friends?

  
                 
- I'm sorry.
- [ Sobbing ]

  
                 
- What's with this guy?
- [ Elliot ] Quit playing around.

  
                 
[ Clarence ] I wasn't playing around.
I just had to be sure.

  
                 
- That's all. I'm sure now, okay?
- [ Muttering ]

  
                 
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

  
                 
[ Laughing ]
Oh, man!

  
                 
I like this Clarence kid.
This fuckin' guy's crazy.

  
                 
[ Hard Rock ]

  
                 
- [ Knock At Door ]
- [ Coughing ]

  
                 
Yeah.

  
                 
- Aw!
- I got up feelin' so down

  
                 
- [ Laughs ] Oh, man.
- I got off bein' sold out

  
                 
- Are you Dick Ritchie?
- Uh, no.

  
                 
- But the story's getting old now
- Do you know a Clarence Worley?

  
                 
- Yes.
- Do you know where we can find him?

  
                 
- Yes, I do. Oh.
- I just looked in the mirror

  
                 
Well, where?

  
                 
- At the Beverly Ambassador.
- [ Continues, Indistinct ]

  
                 
- Where's that?
- Well,

  
                 
you go--

  
                 
No. Yeah.
Go down-- Go down Beach--

  
                 
You guys want to
smoke a bowl or--

  
                 
Oh. Go down Beachwood
and drive a while,

  
                 
and then you're
gonna turn right, okay?

  
                 
And then you go, and you keep drivin',
and you keep drivin'.

  
                 
[ Knocking ]

  
                 
- Hello, Elliot.
- Monty.

  
                 
Are these your friends?

  
                 
Yeah. Yeah.

  
                 
You could say that.
Everybody, this is Monty.

  
                 
Hi. Come on in. Lee's in the can.
He'll be out in a quick.

  
                 
Holy shit. Look at this.
Do you believe this?

  
                 
- It's a helicopter.
- Sorry. Nothing personal.

  
                 
- Clarence.
- [ Chuckles ]

  
                 
There ain't gonna be a need
to search me. All you're
gonna find is this right here.

  
                 
What compelled you
to bring that along?

  
                 
I guess the same thing
that compelled you guys...

  
                 
to bring heavy artillery
to a business meeting.

  
                 
- I'll take that.
- Well, you're gonna have to.

  
                 
Oh, hi.

  
                 
Everybody's here.
Elliot, who's who?

  
                 
[ Clears Throat ]
Uh--

  
                 
Uh, that's Dick
on the end there.

  
                 
Oh, that's Dick!
Elliot tells me you're quite gifted.

  
                 
And, uh, Alabama
in the middle.

  
                 
- Hello.
- Clarence on the end.

  
                 
- Lee, this guy is--
- Boris, please.
I'm meeting people right now.

  
                 
- Mr.Donowitz?
- Come on, Clarence.
Don't insult me. Call me Lee.

  
                 
- Lee?
- Boris, shut the fuck up.

  
                 
Come on, everybody.
Don't be shy. Come on in.

  
                 
Okay, uh, Lee.

  
                 
- Lee.
- Lee.

  
                 
- That's right, Lee.
- I gotta tell you,
I really am a big fan.

  
                 
Coming Home in a Body Bag
is my favorite movie of all time.

  
                 
After Apocalypse Now, I think that
is the best Vietnam movie ever made.

  
                 
- Wow. Thank you very much, Clarence.
- Lee.

  
                 
- What?
- This guy's packin'.

  
                 
Really?

  
                 
Well, I've been pretty scared
about this whole thing.

  
                 
But I'm fairly confident
you're just here to do business.
I don't want to be a wise guy.

  
                 
If you want, I'll take my gun out,
lay it on the table.

  
                 
It's up to you.

  
                 
Mm, no, I don't think that's necessary.
Boris, be nice.

  
                 
Make everybody
some coffee, okay?

  
                 
- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.

  
                 
Honey, sit down.
Relax. Relax.

  
                 
- Elliot, you look like shit.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

  
                 
I mean,
it's completely disgusting.

  
                 
Um, I need to get a quick signature.
It would be great--

  
                 
- Whatever Bonnie wants.
- Okay.

  
                 
- [ Lee ] Like my dailies there, Clar?
- [ Chuckles ]

  
                 
- Is that what these are?
Yeah, they're great.
- You like 'em?

  
                 
Better fuckin' be great.
They cost me enough.

  
                 
- What'd that day cost me?
- $      .

  
                 
Elliot, I swear to God,
somebody is stealing from me.

  
                 
[ Clarence ]
What's this one called anyway?

  
                 
- It's a sequel to Body Bag.
- Really?

  
                 
We don't have a title yet.
What does Joe like?

  
                 
Uh, Body Bags II.

  
                 
Ooh, that's imaginative.
I've got more taste in my penis.

  
                 
This guy's really
fuckin' funny.

  
                 
You know, most of these movies that win
a lot of Oscars, I can't stand them.

  
                 
They're all safe, geriatric
coffee-table dogshit.

  
                 
We park our cars in the same garage.
It's all right.

  
                 
All those assholes make are unwatchable
movies from unreadable books.

  
                 
Mad Max, that's a movie. The Good,
the Bad and the Ugly, that's a movie.

  
                 
Rio Bravo, that's a movie.
And Coming Home in a Body Bag,
that was a fuckin' movie.

  
                 
It was the only movie up to that time
that won a lot of Oscars with balls.

  
                 
- I mean, since Deer Hunter.
- I don't believe you.

  
                 
Do you like a little coffee
with your sugar, or what?

  
                 
Lee, I'm not satisfied till
the spoon stands straight up.

  
                 
[ Laughing ]
Give me a coffee, will you?

  
                 
My Uncle Roger and Uncle Jerry,
both of whom were in 'Nam,
saw Coming Home in a Body Bag.

  
                 
They said to me, Clarence,
that is the most accurate
Vietnam film they'd ever seen.

  
                 
When veterans in that bullshit war
say that about my project,

  
                 
it makes the whole thing
worthwhile.

  
                 
Here's to you.

  
                 
My friend-- I'm calling you my friend.
I just met you. You know why?

  
                 
I think 'cause we got
the same interests.

  
                 
You know what I'd like to do right now?
I'd like to see Dr.Zhivago.

  
                 
- [ Chuckles ]
- Where is it?

  
                 
Is there a fucking doctor
in the house, or what?

  
                 
Hang on a second. Lee, when you
see this, you are gonna shit.

  
                 
- [ Lee ] I better.
- Bingo.

  
                 
- What's the guy's name?
- Donowitz.

  
                 
When somebody loves you

  
                 
It's no good
unless you love them

  
                 
Uh, Lee, that is all
practically uncut.

  
                 
If you so desire, you can cut that
a hell of a lot more.

  
                 
Don't worry. I'll desire. Boris,
get me another cup of coffee, will you?

  
                 
- Me too, Boris.
- I have to hand it to you,
this is not nose garbage.

  
                 
It's quality stuff.

  
                 
Perfect merchandise.

  
                 
The only trouble is,
whenever I'm offered a deal
that's too good to be true,

  
                 
it's because it's a lie.

  
                 
- [ Man ] Jesus, what's going on?
- [ Gun Cocks ]

  
                 
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

  
                 
- Why don't you convince me
you're on the level?
- Convince him.

  
                 
If he don't bite,
we ain't got shit except possession.

  
                 
Boris, we got all kinds of sandwich shit
back there. Make something for somebody.

  
                 
We got lean pastrami, nice rye.
Anybody want anything?

  
                 
- You got any aspirin?
- Yeah, sure. Get him that.

  
                 
Well, uh, Lee,
it's like this.

  
                 
You're getting the bargain of
a lifetime because I don't know
what the fuck I'm doing.

  
                 
You're used to dealing with
professionals, and I'm not.
I'm a rank amateur.

  
                 
What the fuck's goin' on?
What the fuck's goin' on?

  
                 
I can take that and sell it a little bit
at a time. Make a lot more money.

  
                 
- What's going on, Joe?
- Elliot's too far away.

  
                 
- This is the whole ball game.
The game is set!
- He's too far away!

  
                 
I'm not a drug dealer.
I'm not saying you're a drug dealer.

  
                 
But you're a movie producer.
You got access to all kinds
of money and shit like that.

  
                 
- [ Static Continues ]
- [ Man ] Shit!

  
                 
- Joe, you are fuckin' killing me. Joe--
- Wait, wait. Wait. Shh!

  
                 
I cannot get a million
for it, but you can.

  
                 
All right?
So I'll sell it to you for       .

  
                 
You go make a million
with it.

  
                 
Shit, it's all found money
to me anyway, you know?

  
                 
- [ Clarence, Indistinct ]
- There he is.

  
                 
- [ Exhales ]
- Shh!

  
                 
[ Chuckles ]
Me and my wife, we're minimum-wage kids.

  
                 
$     
that means the world to us.

  
                 
Elliot tells me that you're
fronting for a dirty cop.

  
                 
Uh, Elliot wasn't supposed
to tell you anything.

  
                 
He's not a dirty cop.
He's a good cop.

  
                 
He saw his chance,
and he took it, that's all.

  
                 
Why does he trust you?

  
                 
Well, we grew up together,
that's why.

  
                 
Clarence,
if you don't know shit,

  
                 
then why does he think
that you can sell it?

  
                 
[ Chuckles ]
I bullshitted him.

  
                 
[ Laughing ]

  
                 
You are nuts!

  
                 
He's a wild man, this kid Clarence.
I like him.

  
                 
- You're wild! I love you!
I love this guy.
- Hey, Lee.

  
                 
He bullshitted him.
You believe this kid? I love him.

  
                 
Elliot, I love this kid.
Monty, get the money.

  
                 
That's it, fellas.
Let's get these sons of bitches.

  
                 
- [ Sniffs, Clears Throat ]
- [ Lee ] Now, wait, wait.

  
                 
I forgot. Excuse me.
What is your part in this again?

  
                 
- I'm his wife.
- Oh, you're the wife! Right.

  
                 
Clarence, what, did you
beat her or something?

  
                 
No, no. She got that
playing basketball.

  
                 
- What's the matter with you?
- I'm sorry.

  
                 
- Why are you here?
- I'm an actor.

  
                 
Dick, if you were just a fuckin' actor,
you never would've got in the room.

  
                 
I'm-- I'm friends
with Elliot.

  
                 
He's your friend?
You got problems.

  
                 
All right, all right.
It's all right. And Elliot knows me.

  
                 
- Elliot, here. Call Joe.
- Sorry.

  
                 
Tell that cocksucker
the production manager reports...

  
                 
that he's taking    cents of every
dollar and putting it in his own pocket.

  
                 
[ Dialing ]

  
                 
Don't you want
to count your money?

  
                 
No, that's all right. She can count it.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

  
                 
Give it to her.

  
                 
Well, since my baby left me

  
                 
I found a new place to dwell

  
                 
It's down at the end
of Lonely Street

  
                 
The Heartbreak Hotel

  
                 
- I gotta hand it to you, Clarence.
- I was cool?

  
                 
Man, you were cooler than cool.

  
                 
Oh, my God.
I forgot my fuckin' vest.

  
                 
- Stupid.
- Cody, on three.

  
                 
- Yeah. [ Exhaling ]
- One, two, three.

  
                 
- [ Crashing ]
- [ Shouting Orders ]

  
                 
[ Shouting Continues ]

  
                 
Both of you, put the fucking guns
on the floor now!

  
                 
Fuck you! All you pigs, put your guns
on the floor and back away.

  
                 
- Are you fucking nuts?
Just do what they say.
- This is your last chance!

  
                 
Fuck you! This is your last chance! We
could kill all of you and you know it!

  
                 
- Get down on the fucking floor!
- Boris, shut the fuck up.

  
                 
- We're all gonna die here.
These are cops.
- So? Who gives a shit?

  
                 
Something I never told you about me.
I hate fucking cops!

  
                 
Let's be nice, guys. Come on.
Let's be nice. We don't want to die.

  
                 
We don't want
any of you guys to die.

  
                 
You look like a blond Frankenstein.
Now put your gun down!

  
                 
-    ?
- Yeah,    .

  
                 
There you go, Mad Dog.

  
                 
- Holy shit. Motherfucker.
- What the fuck is goin' on?

  
                 
- Who are these guys? Put 'em down!
- Put your fuckin' guns down!

  
                 
Put 'em down, motherfucker!
Put 'em down!

  
                 
Fuck you!

  
                 
- [ Shouting Continues ]
- Put those fuckin' guns down!

  
                 
How you really think
I'm doin' with Lee, huh?

  
                 
- You kidding? He loves you.
- You don't think I'm kissing
his ass or anything, do you?

  
                 
You're telling him what he wants
to hear. That ain't the same
thing as kissing his ass.

  
                 
Yeah, I mean, I saw Coming Home
in a Body Bag. I loved it.
I'm not lyin' to the guy.

  
                 
No. That's why
it ain't ass-kissin'.

  
                 
What you're doin' is genuine,
and he knows it.

  
                 
I like you, Clarence.

  
                 
- Always have. Always will.
- [ Snaps Fingers ]

  
                 
[ Shouting Continues ]

  
                 
Put 'em down!
Put 'em down, motherfuckers!

  
                 
Officer Dimes.
Officer Dimes.

  
                 
[ Nicholson ] Put 'em down,
motherfucker! Put 'em down!

  
                 
- Officer Dimes?
- What?

  
                 
- Officer Dimes? Officer Dimes?
- What?

  
                 
Um, this has nothing to do
with me anymore, right?

  
                 
Okay?
So I'm just gonna leave,

  
                 
and you guys just settle this
by yourselves, all right?

  
                 
Just shut up and stay
the fuck put, Elliot.

  
                 
How do you know his name?

  
                 
Why the fuck did he
know your name?

  
                 
You little piece of shit!

  
                 
You can forget about acting for the next
  years! Your fuckin' career is over!

  
                 
Take you fuckin' SAG card
and burn it!

  
                 
You little cocksucker!

  
                 
I treated you like a son,
and you fuckin' stab me in the heart!

  
                 
- Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
- [ Screams ]

  
                 
Mother--
Watch it, motherfucker!

  
                 
[ Men Shouting ]

  
                 
Cody!

  
                 
[ Screaming ]

  
                 
Son of a--

  
                 
[ Shouting ]

  
                 
Clarence!

  
                 
[ Screaming ]

  
                 
[ Groaning ]

  
                 
[ Screaming Continues, Sobbing ]

  
                 
[ Shouting ]

  
                 
Sweetie! Sweetie!
[ Sobbing ]

  
                 
Baby!

  
                 
Okay, you with the shotgun
behind the couch, come out!

  
                 
Guy's a wop.

  
                 
I said come out from behind the couch,
you fuckin' guinea, now!

  
                 
[ Italian ]

  
                 
I said-a come out from-a
behind the couch-o, okay? Capisce?

  
                 
- [ Speaking Italian ]
- [ Sirens Wailing, Distant ]

  
                 
- Nice and slow.
- [ Italian ]

  
                 
Shit!
The guy hit me.

  
                 
Son of a bitch shot me.

  
                 
Sweetie!
[ Sobbing Continues ]

  
                 
- Don't you die on me!
- [ Sirens Approaching ]

  
                 
You're gonna be okay.

  
                 
[ Boris ]
I need an ambulance!

  
                 
I need an ambulance!

  
                 
- [ Alarm Blaring ]
- Fuck you!

  
                 
- No! No!
- I'll blow this bitch's brains
to kingdom come!

  
                 
[ Coughing ]

  
                 
I need an ambulance!

  
                 
Shut up!

  
                 
Fuck you!
I'm bleeding!

  
                 
I'll call you a hearse.

  
                 
- [ Cocks Gun ]
- This is for Cody.

  
                 
Fuck you!

  
                 
Honey, you're alive!
[ Laughing ]

  
                 
Honey!

  
                 
I can't see.

  
                 
[ Laughing Continues ]

  
                 
Honey, you have blood
in your eye.

  
                 
Come on.

  
                 
All right. Okay.

  
                 
- [ Screaming ]
- Fuck you!

  
                 
I want a car to take me to the airport
and a plane full of gas!

  
                 
[ Screaming Continues ]

  
                 
And a million bucks!
Small bills! And--

  
                 
[ Police Radio Chatter ]

  
                 
Get outta my face,
motherfucker!

  
                 
- [ Sirens Continue ]
- [ Gunfire Continues ]

  
                 
[ Men Shouting ]

  
                 
[ Alabama Narrating ]
Amid the chaos of that day,

  
                 
when all I could hear
was the thunder of gunshots...

  
                 
and all I could smell
was the violence in the air,

  
                 
I look back and am amazed...

  
                 
that my thoughts
were so clear and true--

  
                 
that three words went through
my mind endlessly,

  
                 
repeating themselves
like a broken record.

  
                 
"You're so cool.
You're so cool.

  
                 
You're so cool."

  
                 
And sometimes Clarence asks me
what I would have done if he had died,

  
                 
if that bullet had been
two inches more to the left.

  
                 
To this, I always smile...

  
                 
as if I'm not going
to satisfy him with a response.

  
                 
But I always do.

  
                 
I tell him of how
I would want to die,

  
                 
but that the anguish
and the want of death would fade
like the stars at dawn...

  
                 
and that things would be
much as they are now, perhaps.

  
                 
Except maybe I wouldn't have
named our son...

  
                 
Elvis.

  
                 
No stars in the sky

  
                 
The night seems so dark
around you

  
                 
You won't say a word

  
                 
And wonder why
no one's found you

  
                 
Waiting for love

  
                 
Praying for love again

  
                 
Love's a heavy weight

  
                 
Give it to me
Don't hesitate

  
                 
Love's a heavy thing

  
                 
Too heavy for one heart

  
                 
To bring me your love

  
                 
Give me your love again

  
                 
It's not your fault

  
                 
One heart can never win

  
                 
It takes two hearts

  
                 
Two hearts
just to hold love

  
                 
Two hearts

  
                 
Two hearts
just to hold your love

  
                 
Your love

  
                 
And if your heart
should ache

  
                 
Remember me

  
                 
And if your heart
should break

  
                 
Two hearts

  
                 
Two hearts
They can mend it

  
                 
Heartache

  
                 
Heartaches can be mended
by love

  
                 
By love

  
                 
Love's a heavy weight

  
                 
Give it to me
Don't hesitate

  
                 
Love's a heavy thing

  
                 
Too heavy for one heart

  
                 
To bring me your love

  
                 
Give me your love again

  
                 
It's not too late

  
                 
One heart can never win

  
                 
It takes two hearts

  
                 
Two hearts
just to hold love

  
                 
Two hearts

  
                 
Two hearts
just to hold your love

  
                 
Your love