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I'm trying to get in my bed.

But I'm already in your bed.

My cellmate would say she did

her time for getting caught.

She was always

a lot more honest than me.

You didn't have to tell me

if you didn't want to.

I guess I wanted to.

- I'm glad you did.

- So am I.

# Let me tell you

about a girl I know

# She's my baby

and she lives next door

# Every morning

before the sun comes up

# She brings my coffee

in my favourite cup

# That's why I know... #

You think I don't know

that he's gone?

Come on. Just...

I have to leave tonight.

Come on. Don't make

me beg, Violet.

Oh, come... 2 Minutes. Da-dink.

You look great.

I had this image of you...

inside of me,

like a part of me.

You are so beautiful.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Yes, there is.

You didn't want

to see me, did you?

If there's one thing I can't

stand about sleeping with women,

it's all the f***ing

mind reading.

I don't understand.

I know.

Violet, that's because

you can't understand.

We're different.

We're not that different, Corky.

Ahh, let's see.

This is the part

where you tell me

what matters is on the inside,

and that inside of you,

there's a little dyke

just like me.

No, she's nothing like you.

She's a whole lot

smarter than you are.

Is that what

her daddy tells her?

I know what I am.

I don't have to have it

tattooed on my shoulder.

What are you saying,

you don't have sex with men?

I don't.

For Christ's sake, Violet.

I heard you.

Thin walls, remember?

What you heard wasn't sex.

- What the f*** was it?

- Work.

You made certain choices

in your life that you paid for.

You said you made them because

you were good at something

and it was easy.

Do you think you're the only

person that's good at something?

We make our own choices.

We pay our own prices.

I think we're more alike

than you care to admit.

What about that guy

this morning?

Who? Shelly?

Don't tell me.

You're a workaholic.

No. Shelly knows what I am.

He saw me in a bar

with another woman.

Yeah. I suppose he

just wants to watch.

F*** it. I think

you'd better leave.

I think I'd better.

Try not to steal anything

on the way out.

Do you want to f*** me?

I didn't do it.

I swear to you.

Where's the f***ing money?

Please! Caesar!

Where is it?

Oh, that hurt, didn't it?

Where's the f***ing money?

Jesus Christ, please!

Please, Johnnie!

Oh, please stop it!

Please stop it!

Oh, don't make me beg!

Oh, that hurt!

Please stop what you're doing!

- Do you want to f*** me?

- No! No! I'm sorry!

We're going home,

you piece of sh*t!

- Nobody fucks me!

- I'm not f***ing you!

I promise! I swear I'm not!

Johnnie! Ho!

Please!

He's making too much noise.

You hear that, b*tch? Shut up.

Give me a towel.

Shut up!

Here.

Put it in his mouth!

- Caesar, I'm leaving.

- What? Why?

I didn't use a good towel.

I'm serious. I can't take this.

I have to get out of here.

Why? Because you know him?

Oh, you see...

Baby, that's what

I love about you.

You're so f***ing sensitive.

But I like you here.

I want you to stay.

You know, this is

hard on me, too.

I like Shelly.

So why don't you watch some TV

or put on a cassette

or something?

Are you OK, Violet?

Mick, why is Johnnie here?

You know how I feel

about that psycho f***.

Caesar, didn't I tell you

to get something?

Sure. Sorry, Mickey.

You shouldn't have to see this.

Why don't you get outta here?

Go for a walk.

Caesar wants me to stay.

Don't worry about Caesar.

I'll handle Caesar.

- You just get out of here. OK?

- OK. Thank you, Mickey.

Here you go, Mick.

Go all f***ing night, Baby!

All night!

Hey, Johnnie, ease up, OK?

B*tch!

Pick him up.

Shelly.

I'm going to ask you 10 times.

You understand?

10 times.

One.

Where's our money?

Aah, God!

You all right?

Come on. Let's get outta here.

Keep it.

Shelly was skimming

from the business.

He came to see me yesterday

because he was afraid

Caesar found out.

He wanted to run, but he

wanted me to come with him.

- Even though he knew about you.

- Yeah.

What, this guy's

in love with you, right?

That's what he tells himself,

but it's not even about me.

You see, he could

have run at any time,

but he didn't want out.

Sounds like he wanted

to get caught.

Yeah. Maybe he did.

He would brag

to me all the time.

He was never afraid

of Caesar because...

he didn't know him.

Not like I do.

I used to be able

to block it out.

I would just tell myself

that I wasn't really

there, and so...

none of it really mattered.

But I can't do that any more.

I'm making the same

mistake Shelly made,

but now...

I know what I want.

I want out.

I want a new life.

I see what I've been waiting

for, but I can't do it alone.

I need your help, Corky.

Caesar's gonna get the money.

He's gonna bring it...

How much money?

Shelly said

it's over $2 million.

Yeah.

So Caesar's going to get it.

He's going to bring it

by the apartment.

He's going to count it.

He'll go through the books and

figure out how Shelly did it.

Violet, do you know

what you're saying?

You're asking me

to help you f*** over the Mob.

Violet, these people

are serious.

You wanna know how serious,

you ask your friend Shelly.

They are worse than cops because

they have money and no rules.

You f*** them,

you'd better do it right.

That's why I need your help.

- You said you were good.

- I AM good.

All right, let's just

say for a moment

I believe everything

you're saying.

- You think I'm lying?

- I didn't say that,

but since you did,

let's say you are.

It would have been easy

for you to set up Shelly.

You could have had him killed

knowing that Caesar would bring

the money back to the apartment.

All you'd need to keep yourself

clean is someone unconnected:

Someone like me.

- Is that what you think?

- I'm just making a point.

You have no idea

what you're asking,

how much trust it takes 2 people

to do something like this.

I mean, stealing's always

been a lot like sex.

2 people who want the same

thing, they get in a room.

They talk about it.

They start to plan.

It's kind of like flirting.

It's kind of like foreplay,

because the more they talk

about it, the wetter they get.

The only difference is,

I can f*** someone I just met,

but to steal,

I need to know someone

like I know myself.

You think you know me like that?

I want to see the money.

- Oh, my God.

- Don't worry. It ain't mine.

- Caesar, what happened?

- It was unbelievable, Vi.

Un-f***ing-believable.

Sh*t. Look at this shirt.

Look at it. It's ruined.

It all started when Shelly

took us to the money.

I'll tell you something.

Mickey? He knows his sh*t.

He does. Shelly

took us right there.

So Shelly's down

on his knees, right?

And he's pulling out

this money

from the safe on the floor.

And I'm there,

I'm standing there,

and I'm looking at it, right?

Like, "Holy f***,"

and all I can think about

is, "How the f***

was he able to do this?"

When... Bang!

Johnnie caps him.

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