Edmond Page #3

Synopsis: A man in a suit at a Manhattan firm leaves work on Friday; he looks unhappy. He stops at a fortune teller's for a Tarot reading: "You are not where you belong," she tells him. That evening he quits his marriage and walks the streets of New York, passing from a classy bar to a gentleman's club, then to a high-class bordello, a mugging, a pawnshop, and a diner where someone does listen. He shares his insights with her and later with others. Violence, disappointment, and musings entwine as Edmond loses his moorings while believing he's found them. Where does he belong?
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Stuart Gordon
Production: First Independent Pictures
  3 wins & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.3
Metacritic:
61
Rotten Tomatoes:
46%
R
Year:
2005
82 min
Website
969 Views


plus the amount

of the loan.

- What is my pledge?

- Well, that depends on what it is.

- What do you mean?

- What it is. Do you understand?

No.

Whatever the amount is,

that is your pledge.

- The amount of the loan?

- That's right.

- I understand.

- What are you looking for the ring?

- What's it worth?

- The most I can give you is 120 bucks.

Let me see that knife.

- I'll take it.

- Good.

I'll be right back.

Give me the ring.

This is nice.

What are you asking for this?

Why's it

so expensive?

Why is it

so expensive?

No, I'm gonna pass.

I'll catch ya later.

Thanks.

- Why is the knife so expensive?

- This is survival knife.

GI issue.

World War I.

- And that is why.

- Survival knife.

- That is correct.

- Is it a good knife?

Is the best knife

money can buy.

You want it?

What are you lookin' for?

- What?

- What are you looking for?

I'm not lookin'

for a goddamn thing.

If you're lookin' for

that joint, it's closed.

- What joint?

- That joint you was lookin' for.

Thanks, no, I'm not

lookin' for that joint.

Well, you lookin' for somethin', and I

think I know what you lookin' for.

- You do?

- Yeah, you come with me.

I get you what you want.

What am I looking for?

I know. We'll get you

some action, my friend.

We'll get you something sweet to shoot

on. I know. That's what I'm doin' here.

What are you saying?

I'm sayin' we gonna

find you somethin' nice.

You're saying you're

gonna find me a woman?

That's what I'm doin'

out here, friend.

- How much?

- Well, how much you want?

- I want somebody clean.

- That's right.

- I want a blowj*b.

- All right.

- How much?

- 100 bucks.

- That's too much.

- Well, how much you wanna spend?

- Say, $35.

- 60.

No. 40?

- Yes.

- Is that all right?

Give me the 40.

I'll give you the 40

when we see the girl.

Hey, I'm not gonna leave you, man.

You comin' with me.

- We goin' to see the girl.

- Good.

I'll give it to you then.

You give it to me now, man,

you understand?

That's the transaction.

You see,

unless you a cop, you give me the money,

then that's entrapment, you understand?

- Yes. I'm not a cop.

- All right. You see what I'm sayin'?

- I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

Now, you come with me,

we'll walk here like we're talkin'.

- Is she going to be clean?

- Yes, she is.

I understand you, man.

I understand what you want.

Believe me.

- Is there any money in this?

- Oh, well, man, you know, there's some.

You get done piecin' off

the police,

this man here, the medical,

the bills, you know.

- How much does the girl get?

- 60%. Oh, yeah.

Uh, it's right

up here.

All right, motherf***er, now give me

all your money! All of it! Now!

- All right.

- Don't turn around. Don't turn around!

- Just hand me all you've got.

- All right.

Don't you make

a motherfuckin' sound.

I'm gonna do

everything you say.

You just hand me

all you've got.

You motherfucking n*gger!

Hold on!

Motherfucking sh*t!

Jungle bunny!

You coon! You c*nt!

You cocksucker!

- Take me upstairs?!

- Oh my God?

You f***!

You n*gger!

You dumb c*nt!

You sh*t! Sh*t!

You f***ing n*gger!

Don't f*** with me,

you coon!

I hope you're dead!

I want a cup of coffee.

No. A beer.

- Irish whiskey.

- Irish whiskey?

Yes. A double.

Huh. Beer chaser.

- You're in a peppy mood today.

- You're goddamn right I am.

And do you know why?

Because I am alive.

You know how much

of our life we're alive,

you and I? Nothing!

Two minutes out of the year.

When we meet someone new.

When we get married.

When... when... when...

when we're in difficulties.

In a car crash.

And that's it.

You know... you know,

we're sheltered.

- Who is?

- You and I. White people.

All of us.

All of us.

The white race is doomed.

And do you know why?

- Sit down.

- I can't, I'm working.

You can do anything you want to do. You

don't sit down 'cause you're working.

The reason you don't

sit down is you don't want to sit down,

because it's more comfortable

to accept a law

than question it

and live your life.

All of us. We've bred the life

out of ourselves!

We live in a fog.

We live in a dream.

And we are dead.

How old are you?

I've lived

in a fog 47 years.

Most of the life

I have to live, it's gone.

I wasted it

because I didn't know.

And you know what

the answer is?

To live.

That's it.

In one moment,

for which I thank God.

To live!

I want to

tell you something.

No one's going to know.

Just you. That's all.

No one's keeping score,

and no one cares.

- I want to go home with you tonight.

- Why?

Why do you think?

I want to f*** you.

It's as simple as that.

- What's your name?

- Glenna.

You see this?

- Yes.

- That f***in' n*gger comes up to me,

"Gimme all your money."

"He's underpaid.

He can't get a job.

He's bigger than me.

He's a killer."

He don't care about his life...

you understand? ...so he'd do anything.

That's what

I'm fitted to do.

In a mess

of intellectuality

to wet my pants

while this coon

cuts my dick off, huh?

Because I'm taught

to hate.

I want to

tell you something.

Something spoke to me.

I got a shock.

I spoke back to him,

that motherf***er!

I came out there with my knife,

and I stuck it in his neck!

Up your ass, you coon!

You wanna fight?

I'll fight you!

I'll cut your f***in' heart out!

- I don't give a f***!

- Yes?

Huh? I don't give a f***.

I got some warlike blood

in my veins too,

ya f***in' spade!

- The blood ran down his neck.

- With that?

You bet your ass.

- Did you kill him?

- Did I kill him?

- Yes.

- I don't care.

That's wonderful.

And in that moment,

when I spoke...

you understand, 'cause that was

more important than the knife...

I didn't f***ing want to understand.

Let him understand me.

I wanted to kill him,

and in that moment,

came out of me,

um, uh, uh...

- of all those cleaning ladies...

- Uh-huh.

...um, who-who might

have broke the lamp.

So what? I swear to God,

for the first time I saw

they're people too!

- You know who I hate?

- No, who's that?

- Faggots.

- Yes, I hate them too. Do you know why?

- Why?

- They suck cock.

And that's the truest thing

you'll ever hear.

I hate them because

they don't like women.

- They hate women.

- I know that they do.

- It feels good to say it, doesn't it?

- Yes.

Then say it.

Say it.

If it makes you feel whole,

always say it, always, for yourself.

- It's hard.

- Yes.

- Sometimes it's hard.

- You're goddamn right it's hard.

And there's a reason

why it's hard.

- Why?

- So that we will stand up.

Glenna,

there is no law.

There is no history.

There's only now.

And if there's a God, he may love

the weak, Glenna,

but he respects

the strong.

And if you are a man,

you should be feared.

You must know

you command respect.

- That's why I love the theater.

- Yes.

Because what you must ask

respect for is yourself.

- What do you mean?

- When you're on stage.

- Yes.

- For your feelings.

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David Mamet

David Alan Mamet is an American playwright, essayist, screenwriter, and film director. As a playwright, Mamet has won a Pulitzer Prize and received Tony nominations for Glengarry Glen Ross and Speed-the-Plow. more…

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