Crash Page #7

Oh, Christ!

- Get the f*** outta the car!

- You get the f*** outta the car!

- Get outta the f***ing car!

- It's my f***ing car!

- It's my f***ing gun!

- F***, it's my gun now!

Gimme my f***ing gun!

F***!

Hands in plain sight!

Step out of the vehicle!

Hands in plain sight!

Step out of the vehicle!

Slowly step out of the vehicle.

- Get out of my car.

- You so brave, you get outta the car, man.

Turn off the engine.

Throw the keys out the window.

You f***ing want me?

Here I am, you pig f***!

Lie face down on the ground.

- Spread your arms and legs.

- No, you lie face down!

Don't come any closer!

Down on your knees!

F*** you! What are you gonna do?

Pull the f***ing trigger!

On your knees now!

You get on your knees

and suck my f***ing dick!

Do I look like

I'm f***ing joking with you?

That's what you look like,

a f***ing joke to me.

- This man is making threatening gestures.

- Threatening gestures?

You wanna see a threatening gesture?

I got a threatening gesture.

- I know this man! I know this man!

- Get back.

- Give me some space. I know this guy.

- Get outta the way.

Step away.

Give me some goddamn room.

I know this guy.

- Man, don't walk up on me!

- See what's happening here?

Do you wanna die here, huh?

Is that what you want?

'Cause these guys

really wanna shoot you.

And the way you're acting,

they'll be completely f***ing justified.

F*** you!

F*** me? I'm not the one who's f***ed here.

You're the one.

'Cause you're the one

whose head's gonna be blown off!

Officer Hanson, step away.

He's a friend of mine, okay? He's a f***ing

friend! This man is not armed!

He's not gonna shoot you, me,

or anybody else, all right?

So give me two goddamn seconds.

Can you do that?

Lower your firearm.

Lower your firearm!

You startin' to understand

the situation?

What do you want from me?

Unless you think your wife is better off with

a husband who has a bloody stump for a head,

I want you to sit on that curb,

put your hands on your head

and do nothing until I speak with these officers.

I'm not sittin' on no curb, I'm not puttin'

my hands on my head for nobody.

Then stand where you are and keep your

hands in sight. Can you do that, huh?

Yeah, I can do that.

Good.

I told this man to stay where he is and keep his

hands in plain sight.

This man better be related to you by blood

because this is f***ing nuts.

I need this favor.

You can check the guy's name, his license.

He's got no priors, no warrants.

I need to let him go

with a warning.

- What kind of f***ing warning?

- A harsh warning.

Thank you.

You've been warned. Do you understand me?

Do you understand me!

You want something from me?

'Cause I'm right here.

- I'm trying to help you.

- I didn't ask for your help, did l?

Go home.

Yeah, that I can do.

Look at me.

You embarrass me.

You embarrass yourself.

Daddy's home!

- What's up?

- Give me my money!

- What? What money?

- Daddy!

- To pay for my store. Give me my money!

- Honey, stay inside. Elizabeth!

Give me my money!

- I want my f***ing money! Give me that truck!

- That's not my truck!

- Daddy?

- Elizabeth!

Hey, you know what?

Hey, I got $50. Here.

Fifty dollars?

You took everything!

Mommy?

I'm coming, I'm coming!

- He doesn't have it.

- Hasn't got what?

I have it. He doesn't

have the impenetrable cloak!

Lara, stay outta the street!

- It's okay, Daddy.

- What-- What?

I'll protect you.

It's okay. Daddy's okay.

It's a really good cloak.

I sent her out for groceries,

and that was two hours ago, Carol.

Well, you are one to talk.

You go through, like,

six housekeepers a year?

I'm not snapping at you!

I am angry.

Yes! At them! Yes!

At them, the police,

at Rick, at Maria,

at the dry cleaners who destroyed

another blouse today,

at the gardener who keeps

overwatering the lawn.

I...

I just thought that...

Carol, I just thought that

I would wake up today

and I would feel better, you know?

But I was still mad.

And I realized--

I realized that it had nothing

to do with my car being stolen.

I wake up like this

every morning!

I am angry all the time,

and I don't know why.

Carol, I don't know why! And l...

Yeah, yeah, call me back.

Bye.

Really appreciate this.

You're welcome.

So how long you been out there tonight?

It's cold.

Hour maybe.

Big surprise, huh?

Yeah, this ain't exactly

"pick up a brother" territory.

True.

So where you headed?

Anywhere the other side

of the hill.

That's some good music.

Mm-hmm.

No, really.

I'm startin' to understand it.

Wrote me a country song

myself just yesterday.

I'll bet you did.

So what was goin' on

in the Valley tonight?

Ice-skatin'.

Ice-skatin'.

Love the ice-skatin'.

When I was a kid,

I always wanted to be a goalie.

Come on!

What, you-- you think

that's funny or somethin'?

I think you're having fun.

Yeah. Whatever.

Something else funny?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah? What's that?

People, man. People.

People like me.

No, no, no, no.

I'm not laughin' at you, man.

I can see that.

- Why don't you laugh outside?

- Why are you gettin' all bent outta shape?

I'm not gettin' bent, man.

Just pulling over.

Come on, man, keep drivin'.

I said I'm not laughing at you.

And I'm not telling you

to get the f*** out of my car.

Why you bein' a f***ing jerk?

Just drive the car.

I've got a better idea.

Get out now.

Fine. You want me

to show you? I'll show you.

Get your hands out of your pocket.

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

- Who the f*** you think you're talkin' to?

- Put your hands where I can see!

You wanna see what's in my hands?

I'll show you what's in my f***in' hands!

Oh, God.

Thank you, Brother Merle.

That Was Merle Haggard on KYHA.

The scene of country music

here in L.A.

It's a cold night,

and it's getting colder.

We're giving out tickets to the rodeo coming

to the Fairplex in Pomona.

- Hey, you okay?

- I'm freezin'.

Sh*t. I heard it might snow.

- Get outta here.

- That's what I heard.

- You got a smoke?

- Nah. I quit.

Yeah, me too.

- What do you got?

- Dead kid.

Hey, Bob.

Choi Jin Gui! Choi Jin Gui!

- Choi Jin Gui! Choi Jin Gui!

- Do you speak English?

I am speaking English, you stupid cow!

My husband name Choi Jin Gui!

- Jin Gui!

- Ma'am!

Kim Lee.

I thought you were dead.

I called every hospital.

It's okay. I'm okay.

Thank you for finding me.

- Will you do something for me?

- Anything.

Go to the locker.

No, next one.

In my wallet, there's a check.

Bring it here.

Oh, I get it. When I said get me

a black Lincoln Navigator,

you thought I said get me

a white piece of sh*t panel van.

- Fine, fine. Just give me whatever for it.

- You should see this.

I'll take the van.

They're chained to the van.

So I'll take them too.

You wanna buy these Chinamen?

Don't be ignorant.

They're Thai or Cambodian.

Entirely different kind of chinks.

- What the hell are you gonna do with 'em?

- Sell 'em. What you think?

I'll give you 500 apiece,

and you can keep the van.

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