Dead Bullet Page #4
- Year:
- 2016
- 90 min
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That's a lie.
Why did you really leave?
I just told you.
No, you didn't.
Because not everything
in this life
revolves around f***ing casinos,
and gambling, and money.
I was tired, okay?
I was f***ing tired
of being broke.
Tired of living in a shithole.
Tired of trying
to take care of you
when I had f***ing nothing.
But it looks like
you took care of it, didn't you?
You got rich f***ing Jorge,
and everything's perfect.
That's why you robbed
the casino for us?
I wanted to give you everything.
Why?
Did I ever ask you for anything?
Even with all that money...
you still came back
to this town...
with nothing.
Roy's dead, Cheyenne.
You can call the cops now.
There's no need for that.
Inside.
It's really good
to see you, Bill.
We got a lot
of catching up to do.
Don't we?
Let them go.
They're innocent.
They're innocent?
You mean like you...
right?
Innocent.
They had nothing
to do with this.
Then why are we here now?
Because of the f***ing money.
And I have it.
I have all of it.
I cashed it out last night.
Every last f***ing dollar, okay?
That's bullshit.
Now tell us where that money is.
I'll take you to it.
I swear to God,
I'll take you to it.
But I just have to know
that they're going to be safe.
No.
You see, I got
everything I need...
right here.
Get up.
I said, get the f*** up!
Pick it up.
Nice and easy.
There you go.
Now, what we're
going to do is...
Because I want you
to know how it feels
to see someone you love...
Just tell us where
the money is, boy.
Just shut the f*** up, Dick.
Let's not be stupid here.
Even if the boy didn't cash out,
it's still 100 grand.
F*** the money.
Shoot them in the face.
Do it to her.
Do it.
You're so f***ing disappointing.
Because what you're
telling me is...
what you're telling me
is you want me to do it?
- No.
- Is that what you want?
- You want me to do it?
- No.
Because if that's the case,
I'm always the one
to start with the leg.
You shoot one leg, you might
as well shoot the other.
What's next, huh? Feet?
- No!
- Hands?
I'm tired of f***ing around
with you.
This time...
And if you don't
pull that trigger...
I will.
Here we go.
Three...
two...
one.
Look at that.
Huh?
Yeah.
Now we're going to make it
a bit more interesting.
Let's say about four.
That should do the trick.
Huh?
Get the f*** up.
Come on.
Get up.
Come on.
Now, do it again.
Pick it up.
Pick it up!
Pick up the f***ing gun!
Mother...
- Wait...
- F*** you.
F*** you. F*** you!
- F*** you!
- Wait, damn it, stop.
- Motherf***er!
- Harvey, think of the money.
Motherf***er, stop!
That's it, I'm done.
F*** you.
No more f***ing games.
right f***ing now.
First you let them go.
I ain't much
in the torturing business.
and talk plenty.
I'll take you to the money.
It's all black on the beat
A man who has not passed
Through the inferno
of his passions
Play with it
Strong as missile
and country as a fiddle
Knew I was to be rich
and have a big dick
When I was little
Country ass Kanye West
down south kiss of death
Pen and pad work
Nothing less than 100 reps
Get out.
I can hear the people
calling now
That's about a 100 texts
Help the real niggas
That's only about 100 blessed
And the rest of these niggas
just got to see me flex
Times got rougher
I stayed on my knees
And when times stay rough
Mama stayed on her feet
Don't walk too fast.
I don't want surprises.
Had a head full of struggle
And a heart full of peace
Now we hustle like we found
Money on some trees
Go ahead, take a seat.
You're f***ing lying.
Why did you f*** us over?
I know you don't know me.
But Roy was your friend.
He told you that?
He was just a...
Just like res-dog.
Well, you won.
So take the chips.
Put a f***ing bullet in my head.
And it's over.
But those two out in the desert,
they're innocent.
You know,
you're absolutely right.
They are innocent.
Which is exactly why we'll talk.
Before you do that...
with a good set of hands.
You said you were
an Omaha man, right?
That's right.
You any good?
I'm better than you.
You're better than me.
All right.
We gonna play.
We're going to play.
Uh-uh.
Just figured we'd play
with the chips.
Well, you psychotic
piece of sh*t...
if this is it...
well, then f*** you.
I'm all in.
Well, don't that
make things simple.
If that's how you want to play.
I call.
What you got, dumb f***?
Off-suit.
Two 7s.
That's the worst f***ing hand.
You ain't got no luck, do you?
You stupid donkey.
I got aces.
Here you go.
Roy's life, though?
It should have been worth more
than some dirty f***ing money.
You'll never get that back.
Not for anyone.
Not even for yourself.
I thought I had it.
I thought I f***ing had it.
I hit the jackpot.
Hit the jackpot.
But it's bullshit.
It's all f***ing bullshit.
The only thing that matters...
is how you play your cards
when you got them.
Mm-hmm.
Well, that's very,
very touching.
But you lost.
911, what's the nature
of your emergency?
Keep driving and you'll see
a desert gorge.
Inside, there's a woman...
and there's a man who need help.
Please send an ambulance.
Please find...
Well, remember a few years back
when we all went
to that old-ass ghost town
with all them stinky-ass burros
walking around?
- Oatman.
- Yeah.
It's the farthest I've ever been
outside this whole desert.
And that's where I'm going
to buy the most beautiful,
bright-red Chevelle.
Something like a '68.
mother clear across the Mojave.
one highway next to the ocean.
The loveliest song
I ever heard
Was when you spoke
Those words
Johnnie, I love you
I love you
No, I love you
Like a symphony
Oh, what you did to me
It's a lovely song
It's the loveliest song
It's the loveliest song
Oh
The loveliest song
I know
Is when you say
Hello
Johnnie, I love you
Joe, I need you
I'm crazy
Oh, about you
You're a melody
Oh, what you do to me
It's the loveliest song
It's the loveliest song
It's the loveliest song
Oh, oh
Shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo
What you gonna do
Makes a world
A better place
Shoo-bee-doo-bee-da
You're my shining star
I know our love
Will always stay
The loveliest song
I know
Is when you say
Baby, don't go
Johnnie, I love you
Joe, I need you
You know I'm crazy
About you
You're a melody
Oh, what you do to me
It's the loveliest song
It's the loveliest song
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