Another Day in Paradise Page #5

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What?

I just thought, you know,

we were going to lay low.

- Take it easy.

- Take it easy?

What are you, some kind

of f***ing old man now?

Naw. Just thought we were going

to play it cool, that is all.

You know, relax.

Well...

I changed my mind.

- It is a lot of money, Bobbie.

- We got money.

We got half our money.

Those ups we got left aren't

worth sh*t now.

How about the cops?

Aren't they looking for us?

You let me worry about that, all right?

- Sh*t, Mel.

- What is the deal?

Why you sweating this so much?

I'm not sweating anything, Mel.

I'm just, f***!

Rosie lost the baby!

You f***ing almost got killed.

Hey, it's part of the territory.

If you don't like the risk

maybe you should change professions.

Busboy.

Milkman...

Bum.

Jesus! F*** man!

See, you just don't get it.

You f***ing don't get it,

you little sh*t!

This is about money! Money!

We hit this, we are set for life.

You and that little twat will

have it made in the shade.

And you ain't even twenty yet.

Think about that.

Think about it!

I don't know about you...

but I ain't quitting until

I get what I came for.

Understand me? Anything else...

Listen to me!

Anything else is a compromise.

And compromise is for losers.

F***ing, f***ing, nobodies!

Don't tell me I don't get it.

It's the booze talking, son.

It's the f***ing booze.

This is something I need you on.

It is about trust, okay?

I haven't steered

you wrong yet, have I?

Have I?

We have to stick together.

Right?

Bobbie.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Rosie, are you sleeping?

No, just resting.

I brought you some chicken soup.

You need something in your tummy.

I'm not very hungry.

You can eat it later.

Oh my God, every time I look

in the mirror these days

I feel like it is going to crack.

I wish there was something

I could do for you.

There's nothing you can do.

I know, that is what kills me.

Little baby,

don't say a word

Mama's gonna to buy

you a mockingbird

If that mockingbird don't sing

Mama's gonna to buy

you a diamond ring.

Talk to me, Rosie.

Tell me what is on your mind.

I can't do this.

I can't do this anymore, Sid.

I didn't think we were

gonna to make it.

And I feel so guilty.

I know.

And I was so scared.

And I'm still scared.

I just don't want to do this

sh*t anymore.

I want to go home.

I'm so sorry, Rosie.

I'm so sorry. God.

Listen to me.

You don't have to do anything

you don't want to do.

Do you hear me?

Nobody is going to make

you do anything.

I promise.

Okay.

What have we gotten

you kids into.

There's something else I've been

thinking about since we got here.

What is on your mind, darling?

I think we should take things

back to the way they were before.

What do you mean?

I mean without the kids.

You want to dump...

You want to you want to dump

Bobbie and Rosie?

Well "dump" is a pretty harsh

way to put it.

But I think we should...

give them some money

and go our separate ways.

Go off on our own again.

- I thought you liked 'em?

- Yeah I like 'em.

They're fine.

I love them, they're great.

But I mean, what are we going to do?

Spend the rest of our lives

with two people half our age?

We have been doing real good together.

They look up to us,

they need us, babe.

What do they need us for?

What do you think we are,

Ozzie and Harriet?

Oh here we go. Here we go.

I'm no role model.

I'm a junkie and I'm a thief.

So are you.

This isn't good for them.

We got to let them go.

These kids were using and stealing

long before they met up with us.

Well, that doesn't make it okay.

Then what?

Okay, I'm not going

to argue with you.

Especially when you've

been drinking.

So why don't we just talk about

it another time?

Okay?

They go with us...

and I don't want

to talk about it again.

You know you act tough.

But you are not.

You're scared.

That is why you don't

want to let them go.

Thanks for telling me

we are leaving tomorrow.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get the f*** out of here.

F*** me.

Mingle boys, I have to talk

with my hoodlum friends.

Hola, Melvin.

You got a little glitter here.

You got your little bat in here?

Nice chickie you have there,

what is your pleasure?

Give me a whiskey, a double.

So what is the score, baby?

It is a jewelry store.

The guarantee is fifty thousand

in uncirculated gold coins.

F***ing great, a jewelry store.

Steel walls, steel floors...

f***ing silent alarm.

Closed circuit.

You f***ing brought me here for this?

Mira, Mira.

It is an insurance score.

We make it look real

but there is no risk.

What's an insurance score?

Melvin, this one's still in diapers.

The owner puts fifty thousand

in the safe, he claims a hundred.

Everybody makes out.

Where is my f***ing drink, man.

Hey!

- You look like sh*t.

- I'm fine.

- So you'll do this?

- I just want my f***ing drink.

- So, it's on for tonight?

- Good, okay.

So what do you say we go to mi casa,

smoke some eska, get naked?

What do you think Bobbie,

wanna get naked and bump dick heads?

F*** you, Melvin.

- F*** you.

- Want to rub the helmet?

You never know until you try.

I know man, I know.

Mel, since when you start

running with nios anyway?

Since he stopped running with faggots.

Hey come on.

This is business here.

F***ing cool out, will you?

Let me tell you something,

little chicken.

I can kick your ass as good

as I can f*** it.

Why don't you f***ing yell

faggots a little louder?

Wait here, try not to get eaten

while I'm f***ing gone.

Here's the set up.

I got time to study this

layout here?

Mm-mmm...

something nice is looking my way.

He looks like a turnip with hair.

- Call me before you leave tonight.

- I will.

Hey, hey...

let's make some money, okay?

- What is with the attitude?

- I don't have an attitude.

- I just don't like it.

- You don't like it?

What does that mean?

You told me you only do jobs

that are a hundred percent kosher.

Yeah.

I don't feel a hundred percent kosher.

What are you talking about?

You heard him.

We are in, we are out.

No worries.

Yeah, it is too fast.

We don't even know this guy.

Did you f***ing hear me?

You're like a f***ing c*nt

or something.

I've known Jewels

since before you were born.

I'm not talking about Jewels.

I'm talking about

the guy we are robbing.

Why don't you tell

the whole f***ing room?

It doesn't feel right to me.

It doesn't sound right.

It doesn't feel right?

It doesn't sound right?

I decide what f***ing sounds

right around here.

Not you. All right?

You didn't know sh*t before you met me.

Now you're going to second-

guess my contacts,

because you pulled off

a couple of chicken-sh*t jobs?

I don't f***ing think so.

I lead, you f***ing follow.

You got it?

Yeah. Have another drink, Mel.

I'm sick and tired

of your f***ing mouth.

- Hear me?

- I don't care.

- You don't f***ing care?

- No.

You'll care when I throw your

f***ing ass out in the street.

Where would you be without me

you little cock-sucker?

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