- If you could have anything you wanted,
anything in the whole world,
what would it be?
- Morphine.
- And if I could give you all the morphine you would ever need
for the rest of your life,
what would you want then?
- Morphine.
[gunshot]
[women screaming]
[gunshots]
- Fuck!
[gunfire]
Dick!
- As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a lawyer.
Fuck.
- ¶ Open up the window ¶
¶ Let some air into this room ¶
¶ I think I'm almost chokin' ¶
¶ From the smell of stale perfume ¶
¶ And that cigarette you're smoking ¶
¶ 'Bout scared me half to death ¶
¶ Open up the window, sucker ¶
¶ Let me catch my breath ¶
- ¶ Mama told me not to come ¶
¶ Mama told me not to come ¶
¶ That ain't the way to have fun ¶
¶ son ¶
¶ That ain't the way to have fun ¶
¶ son ¶
- ¶ The radio is blastin' ¶
¶ Someone's knocking at the door ¶
¶ I'm lookin' at my girlfriend ¶
¶ She's passed out on the floor ¶
¶ I seen so many things ¶
¶ I ain't never seen before ¶
¶ Don't know what it is ¶
¶ I don't wanna see no more ¶
- ¶ Mama told me not to come ¶
¶ Mama told me not to come ¶
- ¶ She said ¶
- ¶ That ain't the way to have fun ¶
¶ son ¶
¶ That ain't the way to have fun ¶
¶ No ¶
- ¶ Mama told me Mama told me ¶
¶ Mama told me told me told me ¶
- Stan Massey, line one.
Stan Massey, line one.
[baby crying]
- Are you a fuckin' janitor?
- Environmental services attendant.
- A laundry maid.
- No, it's more like a--
- Ah, that's a good job for you.
You always were a very clean guy.
- Right.
- Cleanest cell on the block, always appreciated that.
- When did you get out?
- Now.
- Today?
- Yeah, I took a bus from jail and took another bus here.
- You came straight here?
- I heard you were here, so I'm here.
- Jesus. - What?
- Oh, nothing.
Come here.
- I thought you'd be happy to see me.
- No, of course I am.
It's just this job.
- Were you in a fight? - What?
No.
- Who did this to you?
- Oh, nobody, it's nothing.
- You can tell me, Dick.
Tell me.
I'll take care of it; you know I will.
- No, forget about it.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Just say the word.
- Just--can you just come by my place after 6:00?
You know what, here, fuck it.
Take my keys.
I'll be home in a few hours, okay?
- Fine. - Okay.
- We'll talk about it when you get back.
- You can't smoke in here.
Talk about what?
- I'm strong, Dick.
I'm ready to go back to work.
Holy Jesus.
- Bug.
Ah, Jesus Christ.
- I haven't seen a clean needle in five years.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't touch that.
- Shit, rubber gloves.
- No, no, don't touch the rubber gloves.
- Excuse me.
What are you doing in here?
The night guys do the stock room.
You know that.
- Yes.
I was just...
- Who's this?
- Conferring with my associate.
- This is Jeremy in stockroom 3F.
- This is Dana.
Go ahead, Jeremy. - Wait.
Wait, um...
- I need security down here right away.
- You little prick.
- No, no, no, Bug.
Jeremy.
Please just hear me out.
You know me.
- Security!
I need security here!
- Bug and I had been cell mates for three years.
He'd been out less than three hours
when he got me fired.
- I just did 4 1/2 years.
I did the time.
I never mentioned your name.
- I appreciate it.
- And I'm not saying you owe me.
- What are you saying, Bug?
- I'm saying you fuckin' owe me.
What?
- Cash this fucker before they stop payment.
Shit.
- Fuck is this thing?
- It's an ATM.
It's an Automated--
It's a fucking bank machine.
- There's no girl?
- No, there's no--
See, this is what I'm talking about.
You don't know what's going on, man.
It's 1983. - Uh-huh.
- All the banks have changed.
Dope's changed.
Music's changed, Culture Club and fuckin' Duran Duran.
- Dope's changed?
- Yeah, everyone's on blow now.
It's fuckin' ridiculous.
- Hey, Hank. - Hey, fellas.
- What'd you say?
- I didn't say anything.
- Oh.
[laid-back rock music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ I won't go livin' in the past ¶
¶ But I believe that love can last ¶
¶ That you'd always remain ¶
- I got an idea.
- I know you do.
- We'll make a plan.
- Okay.
- But if we do this, you've got to promise me--
- You want me to cook?
- No, I got it.
- What's the plan?
- It's a precision job, no violence.
- Okay.
- Seriously.
You can't kill anyone.
- I got it.
- We'll get a crew.
- I'm here.
- You're not a crew.
- What about Joan?
- She could really cook.
- How's she?
- Still dead.
- No. Who killed her?
- [screams]
- Tattoo.
- Where is he?
- Dead.
[explosion]
Real dead.
- Who did him?
- Roly Nickel.
- Good.
Where's he?
- Asshole, you killed him.
Jesus Christ.
- Just because you hit someone and they die
doesn't mean you killed them.
- I'm thinking we need Donnie.
- No.
No Donnie.
He's dying, and he's bad fuckin' luck.
- We're all dying.
Fuck.
- ¶ What will be they say will be ¶
¶ But I'm for you and you're for me ¶
¶ Evolution insane ¶
¶ And we go on and play the game ¶
- ¶ Take me high ¶
¶ take me high ¶
- We need Donnie.
We need his perfect little criminal mind.
I saw him last week, Bug.
He's got this new thing.
[electronic beeping]
- Well, my one kidney is completely fucked,
like, dead,
and the other one is only working at 40% or something.
My blood pressure is all over the place.
But my lungs are a bit better, and I only get sick when I eat.
They still don't know what it is,
but what do doctors know, right?
- So how long you been, um...
- Oh, this?
Yeah, yeah, last little while.
These machines are great, man.
Everyone's using 'em.
- But how do you get the codes?
- Well, most people keep 'em in their wallets.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
They hide 'em pretty good.
You really got to dig, but they're in there.
- Then where do you get the wallets?
- You know what they say?
They say if we couldn't laugh, we'd all go insane.
[laughter]
- You're right. - That's true.
- Where would they be without the church ladies?
- I mean, it's not like they're getting mugged or something.
I don't like that, right?
And if you don't take too much from any one card,
then half the time, they don't even notice it's gone.
So it's like a--
- It's a victimless crime.
- It's a victimless crime, exactly.
Let's go.
- Where we goin'?
- I got to take these wallets back.
- You take 'em back?
- Oh, yeah, always, if I can.
You know, it's awful when you lose your ID and shit.
- I won't tell you what's in this, either.
- Well, do you know?
- Oh, sure.
- I don't think I've got enough here for a big pile.
Whoa.
Thief, thief, thief, thief, thief!
Come back here!
[voices overlapping]
[liquid dripping]
- Morphine is a naturally occurring substance
found in the opium poppy.
It's a highly addictive narcotic,
but it's not a street drug like heroin and cocaine.
It's a controlled substance requiring a prescription,
and you don't have to mess with your veins.
You can shoot it into any muscle on your body.
It's the drug of choice for the intelligent addict.
- [snorting]
- Jezebel?
- Scrounging is no kind of lifestyle
for a respectable user.
You need cash for regular, long-term supplies.
That's the dream.
If we could just have that extra cash,
we'd be just like everybody else.
[crickets chirping]
[dog barking]
[electricity crackling]
- Ah, fuck!
- Want to steal my fucking car, you piece of shit?
- Take it easy, Ken.
Circumstances--
then perhaps you'll--
[grunts]
You know what, let's just not rush to judgment, all right?
- Christ, Dick, what are you doing?
- Hey, Lynnie, how are you?
- Dad?
- Hey, Jamie.
- Jamie, get in here.
Where the hell have you been?
Do you even know what time it is?
- Sorry, Mom.
- You got to check in.
We talked about this.
- Yeah, we were worried sick about you.
- You get the fuck out of here.
- Okay.
It's good to see you, son.
- Come on.
Get some help, Dick.
- Bye, Dad.
[door slams shut]
[voices overlapping]
- So we've been selling this stuff for a while.
I mean, it was a sweet deal while it lasted.
But this was my first time with all these other guys.
I only knew Laurent.
I just arrived from France a few months earlier.
San Diego was a whole new world to me.
Now, this time, we're flying in this little plane
Sammy got from the Mexicans,
and the guys start fighting.
And we got money spread all over the place.
We got bags of shit piled in the cabin,
and the pilot, who's stoned anyway,
is yelling for us to cool down,
but that's the problem with blow, right?
Makes you all aggressive and stuff,
especially those Latinos.
So Miguel and Juan start wrestling down to the ground,
and Sammy reaches over
for what he thinks is a big wrench on the wall,
and when he pulls on it, good-bye, Sammy.
Sucked into the clear, blue sky, man.
[laughter]
- That's crazy.
- That's when I decided to take control of my life.
- Yeah.
- I'd like to thank you all
for letting me tell my story tonight, you know?
Thanks for listening.
- Thank you for listening.
- Thanks for listening.
- Thanks, man. - Thank you for listening.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- Prego.
I started getting stuff from nurses,
but then a few started asking questions.
That's when it's time to split.
- How many in a week?
- What?
- Women.
- Hmm, six.
[chuckles]
What can I say, man?
Women love me...
and I love women.
- I guess it's not your fault we're short doctors.
- Nurses.
That's good.
That's a good line to some good stuff.
- Yeah.
- You give 'em a great story, something else,
sweep her off her feet.
And you get, uh, hmm.
She gets, hey.
Nobody gets hurt...
until she stops being a source
and tries to become, like,
a person.
You know, telling you you need to change,
be a better man.
And you're like, "Okay, I'll try."
But what do you do then, Billy?
Leave?
Absolutely.
Get the fuck out...
before she throws you out,
makes you come back to her with your heart in your hat,
promising her things, saying you'll go to meetings,
and we do.
We start the 12 steps.
Maybe we stumble,
little hit, half a point,
just to steady ourselves for the fuckin' day.
It's no harm, no foul.
Then you need a little extra cash.
So you borrow some,
but she's like, "You're stealing from me,"
and out you go again.
Until the next time you come back.
But guess what?
Too late.
She's got somebody else,
and there he is,
and he's a real man with a real job
and, like, health insurance.
And you're lying there in the fetal position
in their driveway,
and your kid sees you that way, and he barely recognizes you.
Hey.
You ever work with a group of guys?
- Yeah, sure, man.
- I'm not talking about that bullshit plane story
you were telling.
- I've been around.
- And you--
you never done time?
- No.
I don't get caught.
[upbeat Western style music]
¶ ¶
- Ya!
Ya!
- Oh, yeah, Dick was like a father to us in those days.
He was like a king inside.
- King? - Yeah.
Practically ran the joint.
- Hardly.
- You did.
Dick was always the man with the plan.
We called him the counselor.
- Donnie, you're the only one who calls me that.
- Counselor?
- On account of Dick having gone to law school.
- Wow. - Never happened.
It's a myth.
- No, man, I swear to God.
Dick's read more books than anyone I know.
He had hundreds of them.
And he used to have these movie nights, remember?
- Movie nights?
- Once a week, everybody-- well, not everybody,
but most of us would get together and watch movies.
It was Dick's idea.
- It wasn't my fuckin' idea.
- Well, I always thought you were--
- Mm-mm. - Well, whatever.
Anyway, they let him pick the movies, right?
And we saw some fucking amazing--
- People made suggestions or they asked for ones they liked.
- Yeah, but you never played 'em, right?
- Here at Meyer Bank, we provide our customers
with the latest convenience.
- I swear, Dick knows, like, every person in every movie,
and we saw the strangest fucking films.
Hey, Dick, what was that French one you showed us?
- French?
- Oh, fuck, he had us watching the weirdest stuff.
- Shh, Donnie, I'm watching this.
- Our downtown branch offers three brand-new ATMs
to meet our customers' every needs.
The best time to scout an ATM for a robbery
is the day before a holiday or long weekend.
- Oh, because the day before the holiday,
the machines are stock full.
- That's right, Dick.
The trays are stuffed to the tits with cash.
Fridays are also good as well.
- Payday.
- You got it.
Now, what are you waiting for?
Get off your ass and get it done.
- You know, I'm from France.
- Really?
- Oui, j'ai grandi à l'extérieur de Paris,
à côté de Mauchamps.
- I love that.
That's great.
Hey, Dick, what was that French movie?
That one, you know, about the guy that goes nuts,
dresses like a lady
and throws himself out of a window twice?
What was that? - The Tenant.
Roman Polanski.
- The Tenant, fuckin' crazy.
- Mr. Trelkovsky, don't do it!
No!
- The fuck is this shit?
- With Shelley Winters as the concierge.
- See what I mean?
He knows, like, every person.
- Wow, man, I didn't realize movies were so popular inside.
- They didn't show any--
where'd you do your time?
- I haven't done time.
- Uh...Dick, I think I'm--
- Donnie, he's been on many jobs.
- Yeah, yeah, I've been around, man.
- He's just been, well, unlucky as far as prison goes.
- It's too bad,
'cause you would have been popular.
[grunts]
Oh, fuck.
- What the fuck?
- Fucker stole my tapes.
- I never.
- What tapes? - April Wine.
- April Wine? - Greatest hits.
- And for that, you're gonna kill him?
- If I was gonna kill him, he'd be dead.
- Bug, this is Billy.
- Hey, Bug.
- Fuck you.
- Hey, man, can't you fuckin' see he can't defend himself?
- Okay.
- No, no, don't hit his face!
We need his face.
- I'm fuckin' out of here.
- No, no, no, Donnie, wait. - Look at him.
He just can't come in here and fuck up my shit like that.
- Did you take his tapes? - No.
- Bug, he says he didn't take your tapes.
- Who the fuck else could it have been?
- In a prison?
- You want to kiss me, cowboy?
- You want to fuckin' die?
- Oh, fuck this.
- Donnie, just hold on a minute.
- Bug, let him go.
- Why do we even need this fancy prick?
- We have been through this.
If Donnie goes in, it looks like he's got two days to live.
No offense.
You or I go in, it's, like, panic city
or an orgy of dialing.
Uh-uh, he's our ticket.
The tellers are gonna love him.
He looks like the guy next door they should have fucked.
You can't play that part anymore.
It's time to let it go.
- I've got a way with women.
- I know.
You're very charming.
- I need a fuckin' beer.
- Okay.
Where was l?
- Billy goes into the bank.
- Billy goes in with the money and gives it to the teller.
- What for? - What?
- You tell the bank their ATMs are spewing out extra zeros,
and you watch how fast they're on it.
How much can you take out of one of those machines?
- Uh, it's usually $300 a day, but some are up to $500.
It depends on the bank.
- Right, and how many people use those machines, a busy one,
say on a Friday, payday?
- I don't know, dozens at least.
- So how much must be in one of those machines?
- Thousands. - Tens of thousands.
- Maybe.
- No, no, it's true.
- Fuck do you know?
- My cousin Alex.
- Your cousin Alex.
- My cousin's a security guard. - Guys.
- Your cousin's a security guard?
- Listen, these machines,
they have these trays with, like, lids and--
[footsteps]
These machines have these trays with, like, lids,
and there are three of these, like, trays,
and they're loaded with twenties.
- Those trucks, man,
they have armed security guards, man,
I've seen it.
- Not the repair trucks.
This plan is so perfect.
It's so beautiful.
And we don't kill anyone.
It's easily enough to keep us in the pink for a year,
maybe more.
- Dick. - What is it, Donnie?
- Uh, can I get a nickel?
- Donnie, why are you asking me for--
- I don't have any money.
- Here you go, man.
- Oh, thank you.
- I'm talking about real capital here.
It's a ticket to a fresh start, whatever we want to do.
- You hear that?
You could take that trip to Salzburg, man.
- Mm.
- Salzburg?
- Yeah, he wanted to see where they shot The Sound of Music.
- With Miss Julie Andrews.
- Mm.
- What about you, Dick?
You want to get that ranch you always talked about?
- Maybe. Maybe make a down payment.
- You never told me you wanted a ranch.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, for his son Jeremy.
He always told him he'd get him a horse, right, Dick?
- That's not important.
- I want a horse. - You can have a horse too.
[footsteps]
The important thing is is that we can stop scrounging;
we get a little self-respect.
- Self-respect. - Self-respect.
Now, remember, guys.
We go in like pros.
We do this right.
No shit tonight, no dope.
We get some real sleep,
and we show up straight in the morning.
- Damn straight. - Absolutely.
[rustic rock music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ Someone told me long ago ¶
¶ there's a calm before the storm ¶
¶ I know ¶
¶ It's been comin' for some time ¶
¶ When it's over, so they say ¶
¶ it'll rain a sunny day ¶
¶ I know ¶
¶ Shinin' down like water ¶
¶ I want to know ¶
¶ have you ever seen the rain? ¶
¶ I want to know ¶
¶ have you ever seen the rain ¶
¶ comin' down on a sunny day? ¶
¶ Yesterday and days before ¶
¶ sun is cold and rain is hard ¶
¶ I know ¶
¶ Been that way for all my time ¶
- Where'd you get this car?
- Moondog.
- It was supposed to be plain.
Plain car, unremarkable,
but not, like, a piece of shit.
- This runs like a monster.
It's got a special cam, dual four barrel carb,
350 horsepower.
This is a good car.
- Hey, this April Wine ain't bad, man.
Always been a fag, Bug?
- Did you get it?
- Oh, well, yeah, but I had a heck of a time in there.
- What do you mean?
- I knew something would fuck up.
- No, no, no, nothing fucked up.
I was just thinking, right?
What happens if the cards that I got, they had no money,
and I'd be pushing withdrawals like a fucking freak, right?
And the machine would be saying--
- Are you speeding, asshole?
- No.
No.
No, I'm just buzzing.
- Give the money and the receipt to Billy.
- Yeah, sure.
I got a whole whack of them right here.
There's a receipt for $60 and the cash for $600, right?
I also got two, four, six-- 80 bucks extra.
- You can keep that for your trouble.
- He should split it.
- Well, I was going to.
- Quit thinking small time.
- Just want to make sure I get something.
- Bug, 20 bucks?
- You know, maybe he can get some carrots for his pony.
- Bug.
Do not fuck this up.
- 600 bucks, man.
- Okay, so you know what to do?
- Yeah, yeah, um...
I give her $540,
because the other $60 is mine, right?
- What? - Right?
- You give her $600.
- Yeah, no, that's right.
- Is it?
- Yeah, yeah, I was trying to pull out $60,
but the machine gave me $600.
That's the story, right?
- Dick said you give her $600.
- No, he's right.
- No, I gave him $600.
- Did he take some of it?
- Come on, cowboy, do the math.
- He's right. - Is he?
- Yeah, look, all right.
The $60 I would keep.
It leaves $540.
- Well, what are you gonna do with it?
- It doesn't matter. - Okay.
- He was trying to get $60 from the machine,
so just the extra is the bank's.
Good.
Good boy.
- Dick.
- What?
- I think I got to pee.
- Oh, Christ.
- How bad?
- Well, I'm not really sure.
But while he's in there,
do you think maybe I could possibly go
and take these wallets back?
- No, Donnie, right now is not a good time.
Okay, you ready?
- Yep.
- Okay, then. Go.
- Good luck. - Yeah.
See you in Mexico.
[brash rock music]
¶ ¶
- All right!
¶ Gonna catch a flight to Nevada ¶
¶ Leave her friends at home in L.A. ¶
¶ Seven come eleven or blackjack ¶
¶ Gamblin' night and day ¶
¶ Yeah, 'cause she's a roller now ¶
¶ A high roller baby she is ¶
¶ Mmm ¶
¶ She's a roller, yeah ¶
¶ A high roller baby, all right ¶
Whoo!
¶ Ooh, she likes to play for double or nothing ¶
¶ She's tellin' all the boys she's hot ¶
- Uh, yeah.
Listen, the strangest thing happened.
I was trying to get cash, 60 bucks from the machine.
It gave me 600 bucks.
- Just now? - Yeah.
- Donnie, pony up some of that crank.
- What?
- What are you on, ice, coke?
- A little coke. - Little coke.
- To clear my head.
- Mm-hmm.
- Fuck.
Don't take too much of it.
- Yeah, it was the machine on the end there.
- Hmm.
Do you have the receipt?
- Yeah, um, it says $60, see?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, I guess it just added a zero or something.
- Yeah.
That's strange.
- Yeah, it was strange, but it was fun.
It was like being at one of those slot machines in Vegas.
Ever been to Vegas? - Mm-mm.
- We can go, bank's treat.
- Bank's treat. - Yes.
- [sniffing]
- Ah.
- [sniffs]
- Bug. - Yeah?
- Easy.
- You'd rather have me jonesing?
- Uh, would you mind not smoking in the car?
- What?
- My one lung.
- Give him a rest with the smoke.
- He smokes.
- I'm quitting. - Bullshit.
- No, I'm down to three a day.
- I'll open the window.
- Well, still it blows back here, you know.
- Okay, ten minutes.
Ten minutes without a cigarette.
- Fuck.
- What?
- Listen, I'll admit I thought about it,
walking away, but, uh...
I'm Catholic.
- Okay.
- Can I ask you what's your first name?
- Alma.
- Elma? - Alma.
- E-L-M-A?
- A-L-M-A.
- Wow, that's a beautiful name.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Listen, maybe I'll-- I'll call you.
- Okay.
- I'll call you here.
- Okay. - All right.
See, I was gonna walk away with it.
- Thank you.
- Money, that's yours.
I'll come around some time.
Okay, have a great day now.
- You too. - Okay.
- What's he doing?
- Is he fucking running?
Oh.
- You get it?
- Get what? - Shut up.
How'd it go?
- Oh, it went great.
Yeah, she was real nice, and I gave her my phone number.
I'm just kidding.
- So--so you think she bought it?
- Yeah.
- Uh, Dick?
I really need to go.
- Hold it.
- Donnie, Donnie.
When these guys come, it's gonna happen really fast,
and we can't be looking for you.
- Yeah, but, come on, man.
Just let him get out, pee down an alley.
- Yeah, and he gets arrested.
- I won't get arrested.
- Then let him find a wash room.
- He's not pissing.
- What's it to you?
- If I can't smoke, he can't piss.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- He's just mad,
'cause you scored with the teller.
- Oh, Bug.
You know, pretty soon those guys will come along.
Maybe you get a date with one of them.
Or heck, while you're holding a gun to their heads,
you might get lucky right there.
- I told you before, pretty boy,
don't push me...
'cause if we go, we're gonna go.
- [laughs]
Okay.
Bet there's a lot of that inside, huh?
- What?
- You know, guys getting together.
- It's not something we talk about.
Shut up.
- What did you say? - Bug.
- What?
- Have you never done time?
- No.
- What the fuck is going on?
- You know, I thought that was weird too.
[all shouting at once]
- Just settle down!
- Bug, Bug, Bug.
You fuckin' little bitch, man.
You fuckin' hit me one more time.
- Oh, shit, goat cheese, five o'clock.
- I'm going for lunch.
- Okay.
- Dick. - Donnie, not another word.
- He's probably running the plates.
- Are they cool?
- I think so. - You think so?
- I got 'em from Moondog.
- Oh, shit.
- Come on, counselor, you get so nervous over one cop?
You picked the wrong line of work.
- I didn't pick it.
- Oh, what the fuck is she doing?
- What?
- That's Alma.
Alma. - Who?
- From the bank, the teller.
- That's the teller?
- Yeah, Alma.
Man, she's--she's fuckin' taking off.
- Oh, I don't fucking believe it.
- Let's get her.
- No, no, no, wait, wait.
There's a cop right there.
- Why is she leaving?
Where are you going?
- Just stay put.
I'll be right back.
- Can I help you?
- She didn't call.
- Excuse me?
- Yeah, did the teller call,
report one of your machines broken?
Ah, fuck.
She didn't call.
- She didn't call?
- What did I just say?
- Are you sure?
- They're still using the machines.
- You fucked up.
- I didn't fuck anything up.
- You fucked it up.
- You're the fuck-up.
- Billy, shut up.
- Are we doing this or what?
- Bug, let me just fuckin' think.
- Dick. - Donnie, not now.
- Come on, counselor, I thought you had this all worked out.
- Don't push him.
- I guess you underestimated the working girl.
- Yeah, Dick, what do we do now?
- It's off.
- It's off?
- It's over. It's done.
- You mean it never occurred to you
the--the teller might just keep the money?
- Did I just tell you to back off?
- You want me to start?
- Oh, fuck.
- Yeah!
- Fuck!
- Fuck you, Bug.
- Guys, stop it!
- The fuck away from me, man.
Don't you fucking hit him, man!
- I'm fucking out of here.
- Donnie, no!
- Hey.
Alex?
- Donnie?
- This thing doesn't have a bathroom in it, does it?
- What the fuck is this now?
- It's not a repair truck.
- What's he doing?
- It's his cousin Alex.
- Listen, Donnie, I'm not really supposed to be talking at work.
- Oh, okay, yeah, yeah.
- Fuck it.
Let's do it.
- Take the truck? - What else?
- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- All right.
- Bug?
- Have faith, Dick. - Amen.
- Shut up, Billy.
You cannot take the truck. - Watch me.
- It's not the plan.
- I'd say all bets are off now, Dickie.
- Jesus fuck.
- You good?
- I'm with you, cowboy.
- Jesus!
How far do you guys think you're gonna get
in a stolen armored truck?
- We'll take it to Moondog's.
- No way.
No way, Bug.
- You just watch my back.
[cocks gun]
- Do not fucking do this.
- Let's ride, cowboy.
Yee-ha!
[enthusiastic rock music]
¶ ¶
- Bug, no.
What the fuck are you doing, man?
[gunshot]
Dick!
[gunshots]
Dick!
- Fuck.
[gunfire]
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Alex.
Alex, wake up.
Alex, come on, wake up.
[gunfire]
- Fuck!
Go get the keys!
- ¶ You could've been all right ¶
¶ You could've been here tonight ¶
- Here.
- ¶ It could've been sweet as wine ¶
[gunshot]
[music stops]
- Prick.
[gunshot]
[tires screeching]
- No, no, no, no!
Oh, God!
Billy, it's a fucking armored truck!
Come on!
- Bug just shot me, man.
- Yeah, I know, Billy.
I saw it.
[sirens approaching]
- ¶ Could've been all right ¶
¶ Could've been here tonight ¶
¶ Could've been sweet as wine ¶
¶ Could've been a lady ¶
[tires squealing]
- Where the fuck is Donnie?
- That was fucking wild, man.
[laughs]
Oh, man.
I'm gonna kick Bug's ass.
- You okay?
- Oh, yeah.
I'm fine, man.
I could use a hit.
[distant sirens]
- Fuck.
We got to get this car off the road.
[truck horn blaring]
- Bug.
- Moondog.
Close the door.
Don't let anybody in.
All right.
- So, uh...
what's going on?
- Do you know how to open one of these fuckin' things?
[tires squealing]
[tires screeching]
[horns honking]
- Let's go.
Get out. - Why?
- Ma'am, there's been a robbery, and it's dangerous.
- Get away from me.
Get away from me.
Get away from my car.
Leave me alone, for heaven's sake.
- Come on, let's go.
- Oh, my God, he's bleeding.
- Yeah, my friend shot him.
- He should be in the hospital.
- Exactly.
- But not in my car.
He'll bleed all over the upholstery.
Hey, what about my cheesecake?
I need my cheesecake.
- Give her her cheesecake, man.
[tires screech]
- You no good bums, you.
- Blue flame's the hottest.
- Uh, Bug?
Bug?
- Donnie?
- I really got to pee, man.
- Uh, okay.
Why don't you just come out and use the bathroom here?
- Uh, okay.
But Alex says you got to put down your guns
and lie on the floor first.
- Alex?
[panel slides open]
[cocks gun]
Fuck!
[gunshot]
- Christ!
Fuck!
[horns honking]
- It's been great, Dick.
- What?
- This is the best day of my life.
Thanks for the invite, man.
- What are you doing?
- Just a little taste, take the edge off the day.
- Give me your location,
and I'll send backup.
- How the fuck do I know where I am?
I'm in the fucking truck.
[heavy pounding sound]
- What the hell is that?
- Bug!
Stop it!
- You really want to lean into it.
Lean on it!
- Fuck you!
Get up here and fucking do it!
[tires screeching]
- Billy, you stay here.
What the fuck are you doing?
- I got it covered.
- You got it covered?
- Calm down.
- Me calm down?
You fucking calm down.
- I am calm.
- Shooting those guards?
Shooting Billy?
- I'm calmer than you.
- And then you just left me in the fucking street, asshole.
- This was your idea, Dickie.
- This was not my idea.
We got to get the fuck out of here.
We got to fucking go.
Billy's fucking dying out there.
God knows where Donnie is.
- I'm in here, Dick.
- Alex.
You want to live,
you put your guns on the floor, you open the doors,
you come out nice and slow.
Or take a deep breath.
Start the fucking car.
[engine turning]
- Ah.
Oh, shit.
Ah, shit.
- Shut up.
Shh. Shh.
- Fuckin' thirsty.
- ¶ She takes more whiskey than I wine ¶
¶ I whine ¶
¶ She comes across like diamonds diamonds ¶
¶ Easy in love when the lights are low ¶
- ¶ Never want to be lost without you ¶
- ¶ She comes into focus focus ¶
¶ The closer she gets, the more I know ¶
- ¶ The more I know ¶
- Bug, what are you doing?
- Billy is bleedin' to death in the car right outside.
- Uh, maybe you should do what he says, you know?
I know--I know your job's important to you and everything.
- It's time to go.
- 80 grand.
- What?
- Give me 80 grand, I'll come out.
- Fuck you.
- Come on, there's a lot of money in here.
- Well, I'll get it all anyway.
- Go lower.
- 60.
- Fuck you.
- 50. - Fuck you.
- 40?
- Donnie, do me a favor.
Before she dies,
you punch her in the fucking mouth.
- Coming out.
- ¶ Could've been all right ¶
¶ Could've been here tonight ¶
¶ Could've been sweet as wine ¶
¶ Could've been a lady ¶
- There's a lot of money in here.
- Alex?
- Yeah?
- How much is in the bag?
- Around $300,000.
- Hey, guys, what's up?
- Billy.
- Oh, look.
It's a miracle.
[gunshot]
- Bug!
- What?
- Jesus Christ.
What the fuck is the matter with you?
He's just a kid for Christ's sake.
You just really fucked us.
[knocks on door]
Donnie, open the door.
- Dick, that you?
- Yeah, it is.
Now, we really have to get out of here.
It's time to go.
Open the door.
- Uh, it's okay, Dick.
I'm actually not feeling so good right now,
and I think I'm gonna stay here with Alex.
[electronic beeping]
- Fuck him.
- Let me stay, Dick.
Please.
I can take care of myself.
You go.
[sirens approaching]
You got to get out of here.
- He came covered in blood, fell down, come, paid his soda.
Nice young man.
Then he went to that garage across the street.
- Happened really fast.
They had us on the floor with our heads down,
didn't see a thing.
- All of a sudden,
there were guns going off and everything.
She's a real hero, my cousin, really, Alex.
- l--if it had just been me in the back,
I might not have opened up, but with Donnie here,
I had to respond.
- I always wanted to be a policeman.
[gentle acoustic guitar music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ Ooh you ¶
¶ How would I know just to hold you ¶
¶ How could I show that I want to ¶
¶ 'Cause I do ¶
¶ want to hold you ¶
¶ Yes I do ¶
¶ Ooh, you ¶
¶ How would I know if I told you ¶
¶ You wouldn't laugh if I told you ¶
- You wanted out, Dickster.
How does Bolivia sound?
- We're gonna die.
You know that, right?
Yeah, no, this is the part where we die or worse.
- Panama?
- [sighs]
Fuck me.
- [chuckles]
We're gonna make it, Dickie.
We're gonna make it.
[electronic beeping]
- What the fuck is that?
- [beeping continues]
[beeping accelerates]
Ah!
- Jesus fuck!
Fuck!
[tires squealing]
Ow!
- That fuckin' cunt.
- No, no.
No.
Bug!
It's fucking worthless.
- We can clean it.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
Where do you think South America is?
[metallic clanging]
- I'll be god damned.
What are you waiting for?
- Look at yourself.
- What?
- You're like a pink Chuck Norris.
- Get on the fucking horse.
- I'm not going.
- Yes, you are.
- Bug, you're on your own.
- No way.
Cops grab you, they get one step closer to me.
So no way. Let's go.
Get on the fucking horse, Dick.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me?
- Don't make me.
- You haven't got the guts.
Besides, Dick, you know you can't fire guns around horses.
[gunshots]
- Whoa!
Whoa, there, whoa, whoa!
Ya! Ya!
Yeah.
I can't believe this.
Whoa!
Prick.
- One lighter.
One pack of cigarettes.
One wallet.
Photo.
One bank card.
Sign here.
See you next time.
- No, no, no, not me, Lou.
- Good for you.
[upbeat synth pop]
¶ ¶
- ¶ Won't you ¶
¶ please let me go ¶
¶ These words lie inside ¶
¶ they hurt me so ¶
¶ And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you ¶
¶ Just what I want to do ¶
¶ I'm not the kind that needs to tell you ¶
¶ Just what you ¶
¶ want me to ¶
¶ I saw you this morning ¶
¶ I thought that you might like to know ¶
¶ I received your message in full a few days ago ¶
- Donnie, what is this shit?
- Oh, you know, it's new wave stuff.
You know, it's new.
- ¶ And I'm not the kind that likes to tell you ¶
¶ just what you want me to ¶
[music stops]
- You still using?
- Me?
No.
No way.
Can't be doing that shit anymore.
You know, the doctor said that's it.
I'm out.
- ¶ Journey to the stars ¶
¶ Rock 'n roll guitars ¶
¶ Yeah ¶
¶ I like to rock ¶
¶ Some like it hot, baby ¶
- I like it, you like it.
[laughs]
- ¶ I like to rock ¶
¶ I like to rock ¶
¶ I can sing ¶
¶ That's the kind of life for me ¶
¶ Want it loose and fancy free ¶
¶ Come on then let's go ¶
¶ and it'll be all right ¶
¶ We can rock 'n roll all night ¶
¶ Journey to the stars ¶
¶ Rock 'n roll guitars ¶
¶ yeah ¶
¶ I like to rock ¶
¶ Some like it hot, baby ¶
¶ I like it, you like it ¶
¶ I like to rock ¶
[psychedelic synth music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ She comes across like diamonds diamonds ¶
¶ Easy in love when the lights are low ¶
¶ She comes into focus focus ¶
¶ The closer she gets the more I know ¶
¶ She takes more whiskey than I wine ¶
¶ I whine ¶
¶ She comes across like diamonds diamonds ¶
¶ Easy in love when the lights are low ¶
- ¶ Never want to be lost without you ¶
- ¶ She comes into focus focus ¶
¶ The closer she gets the more I know ¶
- ¶ The more I know ¶
- ¶ She takes more whiskey than I wine ¶
¶ I whine ¶
¶ She takes more whiskey than I wine ¶
¶ I whine ¶
- ¶ She comes across like diamonds diamonds ¶
¶ Easy in love when the lights are low ¶
¶ She comes into focus focus ¶
¶ The closer she gets the more I know ¶
¶ She takes more whiskey than I wine ¶
¶ I whine ¶
¶ She comes across like diamonds diamonds ¶