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Don't Look Back Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 90 min
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Killed someone? Who?
I don't know. Some guy. He would've killed me.
- Why would he have killed you?
- Because out in LA, I stole some money.
A lot of money.
But I got the bastard's gun.
- Why don't you go play?
- Play what, Daddy?
I don't know. Just go play.
The last thing I want is to drag y'all into this.
I'm just going to go as far away as I can.
Call and let them know where the money is.
They'll be on my ass forever if I don't.
Why didn't you tell me about this?
Isn't there any end to it with you?
This is the end, Stevie.
You're right, it is.
All right.
I just want to thank you guys
for everything.
Adios.
Come on.
You're telling me you knew about this
the whole time?
Why do you guys have little secrets?
Why didn't you tell me?
Steve, I didn't want you to
get worried.
Daddy, come here!
You didn't want me to get worried?
Come on, f*** it, you know...
Daddy, come here.
You're a f***ing a**hole, man. Both of you.
What, Jeremy?
There's nothing in this guitar case.
All right, where's the money?
Son, you'd better tell me where the money is.
You're never going to find it without me,
so we might as well make a deal.
Jimmy, turn the car around.
Where are we going?
Back to your friend's place
and kill everybody there.
All right.
Damn it.
There ain't nobody down there.
- Who are you calling?
- The police.
You can't do that. Hang up the phone.
- Why?
- Jesse has a shitload of drug money.
You can't involve the cops.
I'm not sure stealing money from criminals
is a crime.
If they arrest him, he'll be alive.
Listen, if this ain't handled right,
Jesse's going to wind up dead.
Hang up that f***in' phone.
What are you doing?
I've got a family to think about.
Nobody's asking you to come along.
Where? You don't know where they're going.
Sure, I do.
They'll make Jesse take them
where he buried the money.
If you were him,
where would you bury that money?
I'm going to need your boat.
- How far away is this f***in' island?
- About half an hour.
- How do we get there? Swim?
- I got a boat.
There ain't nobody out there.
This place is closed.
I have the keys. I know the owner.
You wouldn't be lying to us,
would you, skipper?
He called him "skipper."
Honey?
What's the matter?
Nothing.
- It's okay, Mommy.
- What's going on?
Daddy's playing with his friends.
It seems pretty rough out past the breakwater.
What do you want me to do about it?
You know how this works, right?
Just fire and pump.
I'm not touching that thing.
I'm taking you to the island, but that's it.
I'm staying with the boat.
God damn it! This is for just in case. Take it.
You might get a chance to shoot people.
You act like I want this to happen.
- You said it.
- That's bullshit!
That's it.
- F***in' psycho.
- Think what you want. I don't give a sh*t.
Let's go. Calvin, get that shovel
and that flashlight.
- I'm in a different position here.
- You got to do what you got to do.
I got to do what I got to do.
Get me out there, I'll take care of the rest.
You little f***, you caused me a lot
of trouble. Where's my money?
The other side of the island.
What the f*** are we doing on this side, then?
The boat would've capsized on the other side...
...and we would've drowned, idiot!
- Who's the idiot?
- God damn it!
You want me to blow your f***in' brains out?
Let's go. You lead the way, Jesse.
Give him a flashlight.
- Take this, boy.
- Louis, give me that flashlight.
Where the hell is he taking us?
- Can't this thing go any faster?
- Not in this weather.
- Move!
- Move that little pissant along!
We were right.
I need you to keep your f***in' eyes peeled.
You see any crazy sh*t go down,
you get your ass out of here.
This little punk is either jerking us off
or we're lost.
I've never been here at night before.
You f***in' find the money, punk!
You understand me?
Get the f*** out of here!
We'll see you real soon.
You don't know how many of them there are.
They're not going to be packing
what I'm packing.
All right! Come on.
This better be it, a**hole.
Is this it?
Sh*t! There's about 20 of them.
I count six.
Here's what we're going to do.
I'll cut to the right...
...you get on the other side of them, over there.
You don't move until I do.
We'll catch them in our crossfire
and cut them to pieces.
Got that?
What the hell's going on here?
He's dicking us!
All right, you f***in' a**holes!
Drop them like he said!
I said drop them!
Drop them!
Take it easy, boys.
Son of a b*tch!
Come on! Let's go.
Come on!
- Sh*t!
- One of those f***in' punks killed Duff.
Sh*t!
- What about Morgan?
- He said to meet us at the boat.
You know, we could be walking into a trap.
- We got to split up.
- Right.
- Calvin, go on out that way.
- I'm gone.
- I'm with you.
- Come on.
You shot my brother!
You're dead, you son of a b*tch!
- Hold it!
- What?
This is stupid. Let's wait for him.
Now!
Come on. Shoot him.
- Sh*t!
- I'm sorry.
Damn it! If you're going to be here,
don't freeze up.
F***!
Shoot him!
Cut your...
You little...
- Are you hit?
- My leg.
Come on, let's get out of here.
F***!
- Sh*t, where is he?
- I don't know.
I'm going to go back and find him.
It's him.
- You okay?
- Kicked them f***ers' ass, didn't we?
- You're hit.
- Let's get the hell out of here.
Here! Grab him. I'll be right back.
- You know what, Steve?
- What?
It's quiet without all those guns.
What the f*** are you talking about?
I got my money, you f***in' punks!
He shot Morgan!
Shot Morgan?
Let's get him to the boat.
Don't move me.
Stevie boy, I knew you'd come with me,
you f***.
You knew?
Of course I was going to come.
Hang in there.
I will.
You hang in there, okay?
I will.
I'm scared.
Glad to see you're stirring around.
Figured it was time.
I've been driving Michelle crazy.
- Hey, kid.
- Say hi to your Uncle.
Hi, Uncle Jesse.
This is how you spent the money?
This and the funeral.
There wasn't that much left.
Me and Granddad figured
we'd get the bait shop up and going again.
No kidding?
Good for y'all.
Steve, you know...
...if I could trade places with Morgan, I would.
Still feel like going out there?
It's a good day for it.
"Some day we'll come back
and dig up the treasure."
Recovered by (c) dCd / September 2016
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