30 Minutes or Less Page #8

No, no no. I'm not trying

to f*** up your world.

I'm trying to f*** up his world.

Man, you just gotta understand.

You're just like a pawn

in a much larger game I'm playing here.

A pawn?

Did you just f***ing call me a pawn, Homie?

I'm not a chess piece,

I'm like a f***ing battle ship!

I didn't mean it that way.

Look, I'm just juggling a whole lot of sh*t.

Right now, alright?

I want my money. Right now.

Well, I don't have the money right now.

But if you give me a little bit time.

I think I can probably come up with it.

You know what?

The deal is off!

You just became the hit.

Congratulation, motherf***er!

What did he say?

Are we good?

He says, he is gonna kill me.

The f***ing assassin is now going to kill me.

Oh sh*t!

Are you serious?

He's gonna f***ing shoot me now.

I'm gonna die. Game over!

C'mon man. Don't say that, Dwayne.

We're gonna get that money.

Just like we planned..Okay?

We just have to get the leverage back.

How do we do that?

We hit that pizza f***ing, where it hurts.

What, in his dick?

No, in his p*ssy!

I really don't think,

this is gonna work man.

I know, Please..

let's just try it once.

Alright, I'll try. If it doesn't work..

No more negotiations tactics, you call the guy..okay?

Alright..Three..Two.

One.

F***!

F*** man!!!

It's not working!

- Yeah, cos your arms are there.

I told you, you have to cut your arms.

But.. you have to have your arms.

-Okay, I will try him.

(Voice mail)

Yo! This is the king..leave a f***ing message.

It went straight to voice-mail.

- What are we gonna do, man?

If those guys don't pick up?

You're gonna explode!

In an hour you will be dead.

- Alright, I'll call him again.

That's right.

Shits just got real for you, Slumdog.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Get her!

Dwayne?

Chill out right there, Homie.

Chill out right there.

- i'm gonna walk you through it.

I'm just here for Dwayne, Okay?

that's it.

- Even if I knew where he was,

I wouldn't tell you nothing.

- Don't be stupid..Bro.

C'mon, tell me.

- You know, I saved a beaner's life in the sh*t.

So if I took yours,

we'd be even.

- A beaner..huh?

That sh*t cuts deep,

I'm not gonna lie.

That was good.

- Why you're trying to protect him?

- He hired me to kill you..motherf***er!

- Sounds like my son.

- Where the f*** is he?

- You think i'm scared of dead..huh?

There's a whole generation of gooks

that think I'm the grim reaper.

Come here, You!

I'll ride you all the way to hell!

And, I know exactly how to get there!

Are you for sure done?

Nobody can f***ing kill to me bro!

- Go ahead and shoot.

- Really? A f***ing pen gun?

Motherf***er!

You're a f***ing bad ass, bro.

You're a pimp.

Okay, remember?

You are a pimp. That's what your Ma said.

Ma told you, you're a pimp?

You're a pimp!

What the f*** is this sh*t?

Is that a bank?

I guess, we just became a bank robber.

Or pretty good at it.

This sh*t just don't make sh*t!

Bank robbers make banks.

Don't mess this up.

- You ready to talk now?

- Yeah, I'm ready to talk.

I want my f***ing money!!!

- Good, then give me the f***ing code, right now!

I will disarm this thing. I will...

I will leave the money some place,

and you can come and get it.

You'll just have to trust me when I say that

I don't want it!!!

- Yeah, I'm sure.

You're just so ready to get back to your fantastic life.

Huh?

Your awesome job!

And that sweetheart little b*tch of yours!?

- What the f*** is that supposed to mean?

You know that little lady,

you paid a visit to, today?

Well, guess what?

She's sitting in the back of my van,

Right now.

Let's just say, it's not consensual.

- F*** you! You just crossed a line!

- There are no lines!

There's just me and you

and 100 thousand dollars.

The sooner, you figure that sh*t out.

The soon you'll get her back...

And your life back!

You're gonna meet me in the scrap yard..

Alone!

if you try anything crazy!!

Then, both of you are

delivering pizzas to Saint Peter.

- Let me talk to her.

- He wants to talk.

- He wants to talk to me?

What do I say???

- To her!

He wants to talk to her.

- Why the f***

would he wants to talk to you?

- Right, sorry.

- Nick?

- Kate, I'm so sorry.

- It's okay...I'm fine...

I'm just really scared.

- Enough, she's wasting my minutes.

- She's just really gonna die..

if you f*** this up.

Got it?

F***!

- Nick, What going on?

Who are you talking to?

- I uh..I f***ed up, Chet.

- What did you do?

- When we went into town, earlier.

It wasn't just to tell off my boss.

I mean, I did that too. But uh...

I saw Kate.

- While you had a bomb strapped to your chess?

Are you f***ing kidding me!

- Look, i thought I was being careful..Okay?

I went to see her on a roof!

I case, i f***ing exploded!!!!

Those guys followed me..

I had no idea that they were there.

- Of course, you didn't!

- I helped you robbed a bank, man!

I put a gun upto people's faces..

I committed a crime...I could go to jail..

And my whole life could be over!

- okay, I know i f***ed up okay?

But we have the money, okay?

And as long as we have the money.

She's safe.

- Let's just stop arguing,

and go get her.

Hey! Hello??

- I'm here! I made it.

- How much time you got left?

- Four minutes..and nine seconds.

- That's cutting a little close.

- I got the cash, so give me the coat..

and Kate.

- Or maybe we could just chill out..

and wait for the money shot.

- That's very funny.

Now, give me the f***ing code.

- 69..69..

.69.

- You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

- Oh man, don't judge me!

Its my favourite sexual position.

- Yeah, how does that feel?

Freeman!

- I'm not free yet.

Where's she?

- C'mon Travis!

What the f***, Dude?

This is the signal!

- I'm coming,

she knocked over my soda!

- Kate!

- Nick, is that you?

- Yeah, yeah I'm here.

It's gonna be okay.

This f***ing fuels are greasening.

- Yo, come on man..

Just let her go.

- Yeah, I will. In time....

I want you to know my associate here...

He's wrapping a flame thrower.

- Be cool man...

Do not be crazy.

- Yeah, unless you think,

you can out run a 25 foot flame.

or a bullet.

- Which, You can..FYI.

- No, it's impossible.

- You want the money?

Yes, okay.

- Then, give me the girl.

- We'll meet in the middle.

- Yeah, sure.

- Move, woman!

- Alright! I'll count to three.

- One, Two..three.

Alright, you love birds!

You guys can go ahead and go home, now.

It's all over!

- You know, I actually have this sneaking suspicion

that once we turn around,

you're gonna put a bullet in both of our backs-

And uh..this is just a guess -

He's gonna burn our bodies.

- Well, They say great minds think alike.

I guess, in this case, so do we.

- No, I know..I figured that.

That's why I got a gun pointed at you, too.

I got a sniper and he's locked on you right now.

His name's Cruz...

and he's a local motherf***er.

Hey, Cruz!

- Yeah, right.

Bullshit!

How dumb do I look?

Nice try...Yeah, a Sniper.

- Holy sh*t Dwayne...on your forehead.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes