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The Candy Tangerine Man (1975)
- Even Memphis is
cooler than this, and I'm tired of working. You just dig what I've got to show for it. - That's because you've been working for the wrong dude. - For sure. - You know, I ain't asking you to choose me, because that's got to be your own decision, but I tell you one thing, none of my ladies are anything but totally content. - The Black Baron. What you goin' to do honey, make me a queen? - Only God and a crown can do that, but I tell you something, I will make you happy, wealthy and wise. Choose me, and you've got the whole world by the asshole. - I can dig that. How many wives in laws am I going to have? - Enough to compete with you, darling. You sure smell sweet, child. - I already done had me two pimps, and they came up with zilch and zero. - You didn't have no man, baby. What you had was some chalk-stripe chumps. Now you go with me, and I'll do something with your money. Put you into something respectable after you pass the working age. Like you deserve, you dig? - Like maybe a beauty salon. You know, I'm really good with hair stylin'. - Yeah, sure bitch. - You know, rumor has it that you're a position freak. Are you? Tell me. - Let's go down and see. - Last night's work is in the drawer. - [Baron] Now remember, baby. It's two hundred dollars a day, and I mean every day. ' [Baby] Oh God! (70's horns music) ILiving life out on the streets ILadies say he's candy sweet ICandy Tangerine Man IYeah, hey yeah. ICandy Tangerine Man IAnd he's so cold - Fuckin, flesh eaters. - Look Mama, you've got to eat them before they eat you. - For sure. - Now look, let me tell you something. Stay off Del Hena, south of the strip. The vice has been working that pretty heavy this week. And one other thing, watch your money. I think you've been coming up short. Hey, Daddy-- - I don't want to hear that shit. Get it together, do you understand? - See you later at Bella's? - You're late for work, you'd better get going. - Later. - Go get 'em, you sleek little money-making bitch, you. Aaughs) (70s style horn rock) # No one knows his double life # Two small children and a wife, Ibut he's still... # The Candy Tangerine Man IHey candy, yeah, yeah, yeah ICandy Tangerine Man # Go on, Mr. B, and do what you please ICandy Tangerine Man IYah,yeah,yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah ICandy Tangerine Man Hey, hey! Here comes that black cocksucker. - Can't wait to get that spook son of a bitch down at the precinct. Right on time. - Yeah. This might just be his last night to prowl. - [Reynolds] Hey. - How's it going out there. - I turned two tricks. - Two tricks? You've got to be kidding. This ain't right. - Honest Baron, that's it. I mean, it's slow out here. The V Squad is out heavy. - That's bull shit. I tell you it ain't right. Now you better recount it-- - But Baron I promise-- - You dig? - Dig- - Turn it in later at Bellas. And you better recount it, you understand me? - Baron, you see that girl there? Well, I think she'd like to choose. Want to go for cop on her? - She got enough wires alone... - Baby, there's nothing I can't handle. You want me to ask her over? - All right. - He bought it! He swallowed it! He bought it! Get the tape rolling! Get the goddamned tape rolling! - Hi, what's happening? - Ain't nothing happening. You got yourself a family? - No, I'm just a single working girl. - A single working girl, eh? Well, you know you've got to choose yourself a family. - That's what I'm here for, baby. (laughing) - Aw man, that Carl is something else! I'd think he was a girl if I didn't know he was a first degree black belt. - Some nice legs you've got there darling. Really beautiful. - RGoodbye my Baron (laughs) - My god, they're beautiful! Look at those beautiful legs. Easy baby. Beautiful Oh, what do we have here? (screams) - I don't know why I have to turn in my trick paper to you. - Tell it to the Baron, you're not my whore. - I ain't your eatin' meat either. - Hi baby! - Hi Dotti, you turn in, baby? - Yeah, look, I've been meaning to talk to you about that, now Bella-- - Later, later. - Yeah, but-- - Got business darlin'. - Hey, coming over later, Baron? - I'll try, baby. I'll try. - Shit, I've got to go horny again. - God damn. Between the massage parlors and the sauna, you're making out like a Chinese Bandit, huh, mama? - Here's yours. - Hope things get greater, later, because this is getting might thin. They all turn in? All except Pepper. She's in the Hollywood Station, busted. - It's going to get thinner. Hey dude! - Hey, what's happening, my man? - All right, all right. - Did you hear about Pepper? - Yeah, well... Get her out and keep what's left. - Man, I can use it. Folks been keeping their window's locked. Now let's see, got get Pepper out of the slammer. Oh yeah, two messages there. Denise got herself a problem. - She got a case? - Yeah, got a case of an ex old man who's been hassling her. I understand he thumped her around. Wants her to cut you out. - Hmmm, is that right? - Yeah, goin' to thump you too. Number two, your old friend and brother, Dusty Compton, well he just picked up on a new bottom woman. Little Indian chick. Bad little hammer, man. - She a working girl? - Naw, man, looks like a straight little chick. Guess he's going to turn her out. - He's just the kind of asshole chump who would. Where are they hanging out? - Coach and Horses. - Well, my man, thank you for the information. When you goin' to get me some more merchandise, blood? - Man, I can't get in no windows with all them chalkies putting doberman pincers in their houses. Lose me a leg, man! (laughter) - Lose you a leg, wow. God damn, that ain't no way to greet your Daddy, baby. Where is your manners? - Look, get out of here, please get out! - What's the matter, baby? Ain't you-- You sound all tied up. Ain't you working? - Ain't nobody going to be working for you anymore, motherfucker. - Hold on a minute, man. That's foul language you're using. - Is it, motherfucker? - The only mother I ever fucked was yours, and she was a shitty lay. - Let's get this nigger mother fucking son of a bitch! Oh! (fast paced electronic jazz music) (screams) - You nigger cocksucker! - You all right? - Yeah, I'm all right. - Look, give Maurice a call, tell him to come over here and help you get this place cleaned up. It's bad for business. I'll see you at Bella's tomorrow when you turn in the cash, okay? - Come on, come on, come on, come on, shoot the fucking shot, will you? - Just be cool, my man. It's all over now. Aaughs) Shes-R, when you hot, you hot. When I'm hot, I'm boiling. Thank you my man. - I ain't your fuckin' man. - Oh he's so beautiful, my Dusty's a sweet mac. - You lucky for me, Heather. Yeah. Get me another player in here. I got a horseshoe in my fingertips tonight. Yeah. Come on, Vincent. - Hey, go fuck yourself. (laughter) Well, Mr. Roget. - What do you say, Siciliano? Bang,bang. - What's happening, Baron? - Say Dusty, I heard you got yourself a new bottom woman. - Yeah, this here's Heather. And you know Evadeen. - She's kind of young to be turned out, ain't she? - Whatever's fair and honest, man. Own choice. Nobody breaking her arm to do it. - You Indian? - You got somethin' in your mind, man? - She ain't been turned out yet, Dusty. I want her. - (laughs) Shee-it. Let me get back to my game. - I'm not bullshitting, man. What do I have to do to get that thing? - Hey, man, you know I don't dig that slave trade. I mean, I thought we went through that, didn't we? I mean, I can't sell you no chick, man. That just ain't croquet, you know, shee-it. Aaughs) - How about clunking some of those balls together? - Man, this gal is going to make me about ten thousand big ones before she wears that slot out. Now, can you match that? - Your cash ain't nothing but trash. - All right, my man, let's make it nine ball. Simplify things. - You want to break? - Right on. - Go ahead, it's on you. - All right, my man, you step back, because I'm going to run the rack. Get down. Now Mr. B, going to run the one, two, and three, while you stand there looking at me. All right. Check me. I got more moves than Ali. Can you dig it, Mr. B? Right out of sight. All that's left is the nine ball. All right, Mr. B, this is it. I'm going to take your shit. Aaughs) All right. Oh, ah shee-it! Shee-it! - Scratch brother, and you lose. God damn. Oh shit, man! - Sorry about that. - [Dusty] Oh fuck, damn, fuck. - Too fine not to be mine. - [Dusty] Ain't this some shit? This motherfucker scratched on me, man! - Sicilian! Whoop te do. - [Dusty] You snaily mother fucker you shit, you just blew my whole mother fucking shit, man. Done lost my woman, fuck you round white honky mother fucking ball! Shit, don't you know this is Dusty, you fucking witch? Mother fucker, shit! Now you run clean, huh? Now you run clean on the Dusty. Honky white mother fucking ivory piece of shit! (fast paced funk music) - Get down and stay down. - What? - Holy shit! (squealing tires) - I want that son of a bitch. You get the word out on him. No more nigger shit. This is Vince Di Nunzio talking and I want him. - You want him dead or you want him de...fractured? - What are you, James Cagney? You Humphrey Bogart, huh? No, I want him where it hurts. In his pocket book. - What are we doing here? - You see that bus over there? I don't know where it's going, but you, my darling, are going to be on it. - But I don't understand, he's-- - Look, damn the understanding. You find your way back to New Mexico, and you find yourself some Indian or wetback and have yourself a couple dozen kids, and then maybe someday you can come back and thank me. You understand? - No, I don't. - Well, then, understand this, if you show up in the area ever again, then I'm going to kick your ass royally. Now get out of here and get on that bus, and keep going. Go on, get out! Dumb Indians and free schools. - Hello Baron, out of the car. Come on, move. All right, up against the automobile. - Careful, careful, careful, you got dishpan hands. - Your ass is busted, Baron. Solicitation. - You know, you're talking out the end of your ass. - You think so, huh? Dempsey, she hustle you? - She was just about to. - You know that'll hold up in court just about as long as your dick, and you know that ain't too long. - You're riding thin, you pimp son of a bitch. We've been following your trail all over town. We found three guys dead at one of your ladies' pad, two more blown up in a truck, where this car was seen leaving. And not only that... - And not only that, you've got an officer down at the station, dressed in drag, with nuts as big as basketballs long about now. Dempsey, get that piece of garbage out of here. - You're number one on my bleep list, Rastus. Now get your ass out of here. - Power, brothers. (fast paced funk music) (horn and sax music) (mellow sax jazz music) - IOut in the country IAir is fresh and clean ICruising slow, let the wind IAnd your dreams meet (crickets) - Is that you, Ron? - Ah! - You're late. - Yeah, I know. I had an extra client to see. How you doing? Mmmmm! Kids in bed? - Hours ago. You hungry? Your stew's been hot for hours. - No, I ate with a client. - When are they going to find someone else for that road job? I'd like to be married to a real flesh and blood man, not to an IBM computer. - Soon, baby, soon, soon, they're coming soon. - You look tired. I'm worried about you. - Now, don't waste time worrying about me, Clarice. A weekend's worth of rest, and I'll be good as new come Monday. - Drink? - Now that is a good idea. - You've got to speak to Robbie about pounding his ball against the house next door. Mrs. Terrace raised holy hell and he won't listen to a word I say. She keeps leaving that wagon in the driveway. A salesman fell over it Wednesday. It's a wonder somebody doesn't file suit against us. The kitchen is broken. - I'll look at it in the morning. - And Mrs. Terrace is worried about the avocado tree. Says the leaves keep falling in her yard. Can't you saw it? - She eats the avocados that fall in, doesn't she? - Yeah, but that doesn't count. Oh yeah, the louvered window in the bathroom needs fixing. You know the new talkers next door? - Mmmmm. - Their idiot son keeps looking at me every time I go in there. I'm sorry. Dammit Ron, it's not as if you were like all the other husbands around here. I mean, being on the road and all, things just seem to fall apart when you're not here. - Yeah, I know. Damn, I'm beat. - Well, I can't do it all myself, you know? What do you want me to do, go get the idiot boy from next door. - Mm, that's okay if you think you can handle it. - You're impossible, but I love you. (whimsical horn music) - Mr. Lewis! Yoo hoo! Oooh! - Ah! Hello Mrs. Terrace. - Did you see my roses? Oh God! The lilies, too! The aphids have eaten all of the roses. You know, Wong the gardener says I should spray them, but I think that if God wanted flowers to be sprayed, well, he would grown them out of an aerosol can. Aaughs) Where's Clarice? You know I asked her to come into town with me, to go see a show, but she won't go anywhere when you're not around. I wish you'd talk to her. - Yeah, yeah, okay. All right. - Mine! Mine! Mine! Stop! Mine! - Hold it! - Hold it, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, it's my ball. (laughter) Gimme the ball, I got it. No. I got it. - When are you going to be able to stay home? - I don't know. I hope soon. - It's been three years. Seems like they would have been able to find another man to replace you by now. - Come off of it, Clarice. I do what I have to do. - The kids and I, what do we do? They only have half a father, I only have half a husband. - You've got everything you need. Food. Clothing. A house. What more do you want? - I got everything but what I really need. I mean it Ron. I can't take it any longer. - I love you baby. - It's too lonely, it's too lonely. - I love you. - Then do something Ron, before there's nothing left to love. - I love you baby. I love you. I love you. (dramatic music) (voices from another room) - The least Midge can do is take a night off. It is Sunday. - Business is business. - Well why in the hell can't she use her own place? - She said Bella sent him up here! Wizard of Id blew it again. - I wish Baron was here. I wonder where the hell he goes on weekends? He's never with the Wives In Law. - Don't bother me none. Frankly, I'm glad for the rest. No john's belly sweating over me. No strolling, dousing and douching. Damn sons of bitches gave me saddle sores last week. (laughter) Was that someone at the door? - Oh, I didn't hear nuthin'. Probably the trick blowin' his balls. Wait a minute, you can't break into a person's apartment! - Get down on the floor. - Shit, stop it! - What are you doing? God damn! - Line up here. (screams and shrieks) - What's the fucks happening? I paid my money! - What is this? - Now where's that scumbag, filthy, disgusting piece of shit you call a pimp? - I don't know what you're talking about. - Shut up you bitch. - Look, I don't really belong here with these people, you know. I just came over here to have some dinner with these friends of mine and-- - Oh, shut up. - Hey, wait a minute, you can't just come out-- - Shut up. Now you listen to me you skank bags, and you listen good. I want you to remember everything I do here, see? Then you go back and tell that slimy, stinking nigger pimp of yours that he's out of fucking business! - No! - No! - Id like to cut this off and have it for breakfast. Get on the floor. - Wait a minute (screams) - Help, let me go! Oh! No, please! Oh! No, no, no, no! (screams) (scary percussive music) - This is Los Angeles LX13722. Get me Hollywood 4639110. - Bella's place. Bella. - Baron here. Any happenings? - Mm, got some heavies for you. You know your girl Dottie? She had her boobs cut off. - [Baron] What? - You got it. Somebody came over here and raided your files. The man's been looking for you. Your other girls has flat-out split. In other words, you're out of business, sucker. - Any other good news? - Yeah, that nappy-head mother fucker Maurice said he's got some kind of big deal for you. Probably a stolen transistor radio. Tell him to meet me at Peppers. (upbeat saxophone blues) Hey, baby. - How much? - Fifty bucks. - My God Loretta. He looked like he was waving at you. - Well he looks like Ron Lewis. No, it couldn't be. - Don't be silly, Loretta. He looks like one of those fellas we saw in that movie last week. You know, he's a pimp or something like that. - Oh my God! Oh, he's flirting with me! - Well, don't look at him. He's going to expose himself or do something terrible. Don't look! - It sure looks like Ron Lewis. - Not with a thirty thousand dollar car, it couldn't be. Besides, they all look alike anyway. Come on, let's go. I'm hungry- - [Pepper] Who is it? - Baron. - [Pepper] Baron, Please go away! - Open up! - [Pepper] Go away please, Baron! - Look, open up the goddamned door or I'll kick it in! What is all this shit? - It's all over Baron. We can't go on the street for you anymore. - Who are you working for? - Dusty. We all are. - Is that the way you want it to come down? - Aw, you don't understand, it's not that we don't want to go out there, jeez, speaking for myself, I want to keep what little I got left. - Well ladies, let me tell you something. Don't sweat that problem any longer, because those goons are now non-operational. They're dead. (funky music) - What's happenin', my man? What's happenin'? - Everything's living, how you doing? - You smell good! Oh, not a hell of a lot. How you like my big weekend? (laughter) - Things are rough all over, brother. - L dig it. This stuff was in a desk. - You got any more of these? - Check it out. - Now that's what I call a good night's work. - Maurice, get over to Sugars, and tell her that I think I've got a job for her. - All right. - Maurice, what's Bella's game? - Now, I ain't talking out of school. She wants you out. Down and dirty. - Nice lady. Look, I think that there might be a big score here. Catch you later. - All right, my man. Say Baron? - Yeah? - Slice one up for me. (funky music) - Hey brother. - Hey, sweet babies. - Hey man, when the Baron finds that chick laying in all that blood with one tit, he's going to come looking for your black ass. - (chuckles) I tell you what, that mother fuck with me, I'll cut his cock off, can you dig it? All right. - [Redhead] You are so bad. - You know what they call me baby? Imsedemptor Supreme. Dusty, he can rhyme every time. - Yeah, I know. " Why you got to be so stingy? - Well hey baby, don't forget me? - Aw, thank you Big Daddy. - Want to feed Daddy? All right. Now hold it mama, no, don't give me them, give me the chocolate stuff. - Oh, excuse me. - The one full of nuts. (laughter) - 0h you! - All right. - Nice, isn't it? (knocking at the door) - 00f! - You sucker. You were there also, weren't you? - I was there and I sat on her, you mac pepe cocksucker. - He's going to kill somebody! - Oh my God! - Shit! - Oh God! - You're going to kill somebody, man! - Stop him baby! - Oh goddamn, oh shit! - You shrivel-nosed faggot, you did the cuttin', didn't you? - Hey man, shit. You know I don't carry no knife man, you know that man, wait a minute man. I don't want to hear that fucking shit. - You chicken shit nigger cocksucker. You were going to cut off his cock. I cut her. - [Dusty] Oh god damn, oh shit, oh stupid shit, oh shit, hey man, goddamn, oh shit, shit! Oh shit, goddamn shit, man, oh goddamn, he's going to kill somebody mama. Shit, shit, oh shit, man, somebody stop him! - (screams) - [Dusty] Oh shit, shit!! - (screams) (whimpers) - Oh, Jesus Christ, look at that! Son of a bitch got away clean. - Black bastard's got a horseshoe up his ass. - Go get that motherfucker, he went that away. Go get him! Go get that motherfucker, he went that away, go get his ass. - Come on! - Go get that motherfucker! Shee-it, should have kicked that m0therfucker's ass. - I don't know why you didn't. - Sure, baby. - Shee-it, 24 inches across my motherfucking chest, baby, I don't... Yeah, nobody but God in there, can you dig it? - Right on, sweetheart. - Shit, the don't call me lmsedemptor Supreme Pimp for nothing, am I right baby? - That's right! - All right. - J'l don't care what you do II don't care, I don't care # That's not up to me # That's up to you II don't care what you do Ilf it don't hurt me then do you do ILet me hear you say it II don't care what you do II don't care, don't care # That's not up to me # That's up to you II don't care what you do II don't care what you do # lf it don't hurt me, then do you do II don't care, I don't care II don't care, I don't care (applause) - Whew, am I bushed. - Who's your boyfriend? - You mean pickle puss? He's a real charmer, ain't he? - Yeah. - Only the president of a bank. Hi. You fucking walking dollar bill. - Well, why don't you get up and shake your ass, so he can eyeball you for a while. - He's got the hots for you, but I think I'll shake it anyway. - II got a bad feeling IBad, bad feeling IYeah, that things won't be the same II can feel it in my bones II can feel it, I know they won't II got a bad feeling IBad, bad feeling IHigh, high, high, wonder who to blame now ICan you tell me who it is? IUh, huh, no you cain't II ain't that kind of man IAnd rather than remove ya IOh, what a shame, yeah now IToo bad, too bad, too bad Ms too bad IWhat a shame, yeah IToo bad, too bad, too bad. - Hi Baron. - What's happening? - All kinds of things. - How's your banker boyfriend over there? - I have to see him later. Why? - How'd you like to make - ISomebody tell me, cause I know IAnd right now, I've got to go IWe're running low on gas and paying high taxes, son, what a shame yeah. Ms too bad, too bad, too bad run huh, R's too bad # lt's just a shame yeah yeah yeah IToo bad, too bad - What's all this about - Well baby, I'll tell you. I've got $250,000 worth of this stuff. Here's a thousand dollar one for you to play with. - I can't do anything with this. - Absolutely right, and neither can I, but your boyfriend over there can, no questions asked. Can you handle it? - Listen, this dude is a piss freak. I mean, his idea of an orgasm is getting wetted down. Can I handle it? - Well, 20 thousand dollars is a lot of money. Go get a couple of six packs. - (laughs) I hate beer. [pouring water sounds] - [Banker] Oh, oh, more, more, oh, ah, oh, marvelous, marvelous, oh, oh, oh yeah, mm, ah, oh, oh, marvelous. Ah, Sugar, marvelous. That's marvelous. That's marvelous. (grunts) Sugar? You are the greatest, sweetheart! It's a ball being with you. A real ball. - Did you dig it, Woodrow? - Most assuredly. It was a gas. What's this? Oh, a negotiable bond. Where'd you get this? - Can you handle that at the bank? - Well yeah, I suppose so. Where'd you get this? - From a friend. - Oh. - I've got a lot more. - All right? - Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth. (dramatic piano and drum music) - Look baby, that's the way it's got to come down in order to work. - You've got to be out of your mind. I'm not getting mixed up in no federal machinery. No way. - Hold on. They ain't no federal to it. Now, in order for it to go like it's got to go, we need somebody with a business. Our friend at the bank has to make it look legal. You've got the massage parlors, and all I've got is that telephone and a light bulb in the back that you call an office. That ain't going to get it. - What's in it for me? - Ten percent, just like Maurice. That's $25,000. - When? - Tomorrow, one o'clock. (jazzy flute music) - All right, out. Come on, out! Come on, there we go. - What's the matter, Baron? Steering wheel hit you in the mouth? - Yeah, itjumped right up and hit me. - You all scrubbed up, doctor? You know a guy named Big Floyd? He had his hand amputated the other day, says you did the surgery. - Did he have an automobile accident? - Steering wheel jumped up and hit me again. - Say Baron, I understand you've got a deal cooking in there in the bank. - Don't believe everything you hear. - You know, you are suddenly accumulating a lot of enemies, boy, and your cookie is crumbling, boy. - Uh, about this deal you've got going with Bella and this bank, you know Dempsey needs his lawn reseeded awful bad, and I just got to have some new golf clubs, I figure that would be about ten percent apiece. See you tomorrow, maybe? - Fucking creep. - That means you don't want to make a deal, huh? Okay, Dempsey, put the cuffs on him. You're under arrest. - Under arrest? What's the charge? - Suspicion of purse snatching. - Where were you wearing it when I snatched it? (mysterious, strumming music) - Hey Dempsey? - Uh huh? - Before we take Sambo downtown, what do you say we go in and see what we can squeeze out of that bank? - We'll scare the shit out of the little bastard, eh? (mysterious, strumming music) Dempsey and Gordon, LAPD. (light jazz music) (funky guitar music) - Maurice! - (coughs) Baron. See, you've got to get out. They're out for you. ' Who? Who did this to you? - Vincent, Floyd. - Floyd did this to you? - With his hook, when you chewed his hand off, he went out and got himself a hook. - Where's Bella? - Don't know. Baron, get out while you can. They're too big for you. (coughs) Vincent's taking over. Baron, get... (sad piano music) - I thought it was a car backfiring. I ran up here and oh my God, I couldn't believe it. Who's that? (sad flute music) (buzzing noise) - Yes, who is it? - Bella? - She isn't here. Who's this? - Baron. Who's this? - Baron, come up, please. - I just be god damned. Last time I saw you, you were heading for the great mesas. What the hell are you doing here? - Well, I couldn't go back. I've been staying here with Bella. - Where is she? - I don't know. - That's bull shit. She wouldn't be leaving no sweet meat like you behind, now would she? - Please don't hit me. - Hit you? - Hit you? - That shouldn't bother you too much. It's a wonder the sadistic bitch didn't kill you. Now where is she? - I don't know, honestly. - You know something? I'd whoop your fucking ass, but I think you'd enjoy that a little too much, but I tell you one thing, that bitch has ripped me off for a mighty big score, and she ain't going to be coming back this way any time soon. - No. - Yes. - No. - No? That leaves your ass up shit creek, lost and alone. Now, where is she? - Try the Coach and Horses, Vincent Di Nunzio. - I was going there anyway, that'll save a little time. - Baron? Thanks. - (laughs) Beautiful, beautiful, you could win an Academy Award for that. Hmmm? Now get your ass out of this town. Now! And if I were you, when I got to New Mexico, I wouldn't stop there. I'd jump my ass over those totem poles and keep it moving! Let's go to the Coach and Horses and pick up the pieces. - Wait a minute. - Huh? - Something I want here first. - What? Oh, ah! Aaughs) Oh yeah, why not. Aaughs) (spooky percussive music) - [\/oiceover] He's here. - I'll cut off his fucking head. - Hey, man, damn! Shit, (screams) Hey, man! Damn, man! Shit! Oh! (screams) Hey! (gunshots) - What did he do to this place? Hey, we've got his ass now, go! (squealing tires) (car horns) Son of a bitch, look at him! Watch the goddamn road, will you? For Christ's sake, watch where you're going. - [Reynolds] Let go of my arm. Dammit, we'll have to be cut out of this son of a bitch. - [Reynolds] Man, I know what I'm doing. - [Dempsey] Jesus Christ, get back on the goddamn road! - [Reynolds] I'm back on the road! - [Dempsey] For Christ's sake! - [Reynolds] I got him, I got him, there he goes. - [Dempsey] You got him, you got him. - [Reynolds] Let go of my arm. (squealing tires) - Watch it, watch it, goddamn it, go on the road, oh for Christ's sake, will you stay on the goddamn road? - I got him, I got him, there he goes. - You got him, you got him, yeah, you got him, you got me killed, you goofy bastard. I want to catch this son of a bitch! - We'll get him. - Yeah, we'll get him, we'll get him, yeah. (car bottoming out) (squealing tires) For Christ's sake! - Get on the goddamn road, Mick! For Christ's sake, watch where you're going! Dammit, we'll have to be cut out of this son of a bitch! God, will you go, go, 90! Jesus Christ! God damn, watch the wall! My goddamn door is jammed now! (fast paced jazz music) Move it, move it! Jesus Christ, you hit the rail! Okay, okay, get him now. - We've got him now. - Get him now! The son of a bitch is going to go over the cliff! Watch it, see him. Go ahead, go ahead, there he goes, there he goes! You've gotta turn! Now turn! Will you turn? You're crazy! Turn! (crunching noises) Oh my God, we're hanging over the side of the mountain! - No, don't move, don't move, don't move, it's going to slide down. - I can't open the door! - Be cool. - God damned thing's jammed. - Mine's jammed too. - The window! - Don't move! No, no, no, don't move, don't move, we'll slide all the way down. Don't move. Oh shit, I swallowed my gum. - Your fucking driving! - Did you get the window open? - No, I can't get anything open. (breaking sound) (crickets) Hi Baron! - Well hello, brothers. Do you have a parachute? - Hey Baron, come on, get us out of here, will you? - But Why? - Man, look, look, you get us out of here, and we don't remember nothing, okay? You're clean. - Clean, clean, yeah, jeez! - I'm clean? - You're clean, clean! - You're not going to remember anything? - Oh, no, no. - And no more steering wheels are going to jump up and hit me in the face? - God damn it, you black son of a bitch, now you stabilize this car or you're going to go before we do! - You crazy bastard, you'll kill us all! - You don't really want to pull that trigger, do you? - No, no. - Now, do you fellas really want to make a deal? - Yeah, yeah, anything! - Anything you say. - I tell you what, you tell me exactly where Bella has gone with the money, and I am going to let you go. - Now look, we tell you where Bella is, and you'll get us out of here? - Oh sure, I'm going to let you go. (mumble) - Tell him, tell him. - Bella... - Tell him. - Bella went to her mother's farm. You see, her mother's got a farm down by the highway, by Chesapeake Cove. You can't miss it, it's the only nigger farm in-- - Black farm, you idiot! - Oh damn, black, black, black! - Oh, 0h, oh, black, yes, that's very, thank you, Chesapeake Cove. - Yeah, you going to help us out now, Baron? - Of course. Now, I'm going to let you go. ~ Oh! ' BYE bye. - [Dempsey] Never trust a nigger! (screams) - [Sister] Keeping it. - [Pearl] You better. - [Sister] Honey, I've never seen this much money, and I say I have no doubt about keeping it. In any case, we going to keep this money, you hear me? - It don't make me no nevermind. I say take what you got and don't be minding the rest of them. - It ain't that easy, Mama. Those kind of people can follow you to the end of the earth. You can't fight that. - I say don't give chalkie nothing! - You're right, Mama. Dead ass right. - Look Bella, we take this here money, and we get on with it, you understand? Because honey, chalkie ain't never give me nothing. - Look that's easy for you to say sister, and you too Pearl, but I've been out there in the street, I know what those people can do to you if they want to. - I say we got this money, and we keep it. What you got to show for what you has? You Pearl? And you sister? Huh? Take a stand. And you, Bella. What you got? Outside of that thing cross your face? I say we got this money, and we keep it! - She's right, because ain't nobody got nothin'. But we got something now. - Yeah! Yeah, we got something now! - Hey, Mother! - [Voiceover] IThe beautiful, beautiful river IShall we gather at the river IThe beautiful river of God - What, what was that? - You look like some kind of ice cream cone, with a licorice stick twixt his legs. - You ladies must gather at the river, pan for your own gold. I came to get it, and I've got to have it. (screams) Now look, it's my money! (screams) - Don't you hit me with that broom! - Get back, get back, get back, that fool is crazy, get back! - You got your money. Now go on and get out of here. - Sorry for you, Bella. - Sorry? Boy, that's all you've ever been is sorry. Sorry you started me hoing. Sorry that trick I was with ripped half of my face out. I was no good to you then, was I? No man wanted me, not looking like this. I hated you, and I hated men. And when I couldn't make it with men, I turned to girls, and now I hate myself, and that's the worse part. - Take this, it's yours. - You take it, jam it. I don't want it. I've had all I want from you, and I don't want no more. - You've earned it, you've got it coming. - I've got it coming? You can't pay me for this! I tried to get you. - Dempsey and Gordon. - Yeah, and Heather and all the rest. But maybe, maybe it all failed because I wanted it to, because, because, get out of here, will you? Just go. Get out, will you? Just go, right? Go. (sad guitar music) - Ron'? - Oh, ah, hmm, that's good. You're a nice person, thank you. - Thank you, but you're going to need it, for the back 40? - I'm not worried about it. I got all the time in the world. - You hoo, you hoo, you hoo! Hi there you two! - My, your camellias are dry this time of year. - There goes the water bill! - Isn't that the truth? Are you sure you won't come into town? Bye! Oh, you know what? I saw a man in town the other day who was the spitting image of your twin brother! - You did? - Yeah. You should have seen the car he was driving! I think, uh... I think he was a procurer, but you're better looking than he was. Well, bye. (laughing) - She's really a trip. - I'm glad you quit that job. I'm glad you'll be home for good. - Me too. - Ron'? Would she know what a real pimp looked like if she saw one? - Well, I think so. I mean, everybody knows a pimp. Hell, I even knew one myself once upon a time. - J'Life is what you make it IDon't you throw it away ILife is what you make it ILife is what you make it ILife is what you make it ILife is what you make it IDon't you throw it away, no. # You've got to make it - Hi honey. Am I going to see you later on tonight? - I ain't got time, baby. I got business to take care of. And remember, baby, it's two hundred dollars a day, every day. |
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