American Violence Page #5

cents on the dollar.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yeah, that's understood.

- Alright then, pleasure

doing business with you.

- Okay, deal, no hal.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- I was happy.

It seemed like, just for once,

god smiled down on me.

- You know how much I love you?

I love you so much.

- I love you forever.

- Yeah.

- I got a job, I need a driver.

- Yeah, I can drive.

How much?

- The usual amount.

- What time do

y'all need me there?

- Couple days.

Keep your phone on.

I'll be in touch.

It's done.

- Sometimes you gotta keep

the training wheels on,

even though they

wanna roll alone.

- We cased the place.

We had blueprints,

guard schedules,

and Charlie even had a duplicate

of the security system

made for me to practice.

We had all the bases covered.

- Okay.

- We look like we're

dressed for a funeral.

- I see you brought

your boyfriends,

did you bring the codes?

- That's why we're here, Jack.

- Then let's get to work.

- Hey, keep an eye on

the scanners, alright?

Make sure all the

edges are sealed.

This is beeker's private floor.

There's no cameras here.

There you go.

Beeker put the security

cameras in the vault on loop.

Nice.

We got an hour, then beeker

will be here to get his cut.

- Codes.

- Here.

- If even one of those

numbers is wrong,

half the police department'll

show up outside.

- Listen, little lady.

I got it from beeker himself.

Wrote the numbers down

exactly the way he told me.

- Pressure changes things.

Makes a man write a

six instead of a nine.

- Not beeker, the man's ice.

- I was talking about you.

- You two about done bickering?

- Your husband's a prick.

You could do so much better.

Yo, what's it doing?

- It's synchronized the alarms,

it's deciphering

codes in stages.

Each stage has a

different color.

- What the hell

are we waiting for?

- That.

- Beeker's in the Van.

We'll split the bonds up there.

- You know,

something's been bothering me.

Now why would beeker

show up here in person

and put himself at risk?

- F***.

- Olivia, stay down.

- Olivia, we

gotta get the f*** out now.

- I'm not leaving Jack.

- Don't worry

about me, go with him.

Get out of here.

- Unlock this door.

- Look, I can't help

Jack, I can only help you.

- You are not leaving Jack.

- I'm getting

paid, motherf***er.

- Jack, oh Jack,

you out there, son?

Listen I got a

confession to make, pal.

Your wife whispered in my ear

that she wants to suck my dick.

You like that?

I'll make you a deal.

You give me what's mine

and I'll let you go.

It wasn't supposed to

be like this, Jack.

- Oh yeah?

How was it supposed to be?

You kill us and take the bonds?

- You got it.

Hey, get the f*** out there.

Nice shot, Jack.

Too bad it wasn't me.

Listen, f*** beeker.

Why should he get the money?

Me and you, we split

the money, 50/50.

How's that sound?

- Sounds like bullshit.

- Hey Jack.

After I kill you, I'm gonna

f*** that little whore of yours.

You keep what's mine.

Oh sh*t.

You hear that?

We're both gonna go

to f***ing prison.

You wouldn't, uh,

you wouldn't shoot a man

in the back, would you?

- Yes, I would.

Gun, he's got a gun.

Geez, we got a situation here.

Call for backup.

- Margaret, don't

bring it up again.

Just tell the guys there's

a ladder in the garage,

or we'll rent theirs, 'cause

they'll charge you rent.

And have them climb

up on the roof

and don't tell 'em we

don't have insurance.

No, I'm not gonna

discuss it with you now,

I'll do it when I get home.

- Warden.

- How're you, sir?

- I'm fine.

- Thank you for your

service to your client.

But you are done here, sir.

- Thank you.

- I love the word

barrister, I always have.

And you have the

best job in America,

when you become a judge.

Because every day

you get to go to work

with a chance to be fair.

- Thanks again, warden.

- Good day, sir.

See, it's part of my job.

And your job is

trying to be spiderman

and climb up to second

stories and do bad things.

And you got caught.

Would you rather have the

water warmer or colder?

Strip.

Full frontal.

Very good, you'll do.

You don't need to cover it, bud,

we couldn't be shocked

by anything you'd have.

Hello son.

- Sir.

- How're you today, sir?

- Good, sir.

- Good.

How about you?

- About ready

to get out of here.

- Very good, sir.

Hey.

Well, that didn't work.

Maybe you're just rude.

You don't have manners.

When one of your betters is

outside and front of the bars,

you stand up, turn around,

and look him in

the goddamned eye.

That's more like it.

You know what I need from you?

Your attention.

And I'm gonna demand it

every time I look in

your f***ing eyes.

How're you enjoying

our fine facility?

I hope it's up to

your standards.

Is it to your liking?

Or have you seen better?

Or would you rather be

in a hole underground?

Can you hear me?!

Because it's

important you hear me.

Every time I've ever

looked in your face,

even back in my office,

you never took your eyes off me.

I'm not that f***ing

attractive, bud.

You always give me

that gold stare,

it don't mean sh*t to me,

you're not gonna scare me down.

You understand that, don't you?

I don't care how bad

you think you are.

You're not as bad

as the executioner.

- Hey, fish.

Got my jollies?

Do you know what's

happening here?

You know what's happening?

- F*** off.

- Party, motherf***er.

A big party.

Get over here.

- I'm gonna skullfuck

you, pretty boy.

- A little

present from the warden.

- Hell yeah, that's what's up.

- What the f*** are you?

- Remember me, motherf***er?

- You've been up to a

lot of bad sh*t, son.

Why do I stay?

You know what I stay,

'cause I like bad guys.

Because they don't

wanna be bad guys.

And a lot of 'em think

we're the bad guys,

and I'm a bad guy.

And I like criminals,

professionals at what they do.

I particularly like

the second story man,

'cause he's gotta be

athletic, he's gotta be agile.

He's gotta think.

You put all that

ingenuity together,

and you wonder, why can't

we all just get along?

- What's your

proposition, warden?

- You know the difference

between a criminal,

and a law man?

One,

lives rent free, three

meals a day, a bed.

The other one,

can't even pay his rent.

And our uncle, who lives

back there on the east coast,

doesn't pay people like me sh*t.

Now I'm thinking

of retiring soon.

And I got three daughters.

So you do the math.

- You know what

the real difference

is between crooks and

law men is, warden?

- Try me.

- What side of the

bars they're on.

- That's clever.

With a mind like that,

you should be nowhere near

an institution like this.

You wanna stay here

the rest of your life?

Or you wanna be out there?

You want your girl

running around,

outside the walls of this

prison, looking like she does?

Without supervision?

I don't think so.

Now, in your own mind,

are you better in or out?

Because that's what

we're talking about.

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