Flawless

What's up, Walt?

Get the rope! Up there!

How was the handball game today?

We won.

You always win, man.

Sh*t! I missed it again.

You gotta get that delivered.

I gotta get to that game.

Hey, Walt. How you doin'?

Hey, John.

- Walt, can I count on you for Thursday?

- Yeah.

Stop, motherf***er, or you will die!

Raymond!

Hey, Dolly. Love your hair.

We're here!

- Hey. What you got there?

- Love letters?

Looks more like a Dear John letter to me

Hey, everybody needs love, honey.

All I need is a John!

They are not girls. They are not boys.

They can't help it.

They was born like that.

Something in the throat.

Mmm.

Hey, Walt.

Hey, Pogo. How you doin'?

Not good.

What happened?

Remember Ashley, my girlfriend?

Yeah.

She f***in' left me, bro.

What do you want?

She looked like she was 14.

Hey! Hey! Shut the f***in' window

or shut the f*** up!

You shut your f***in' window!

F***in' faggots!

The gay community thanks you

for your support, f***er!

F*** you and the gay community!

F*** you and your Get married, have

kids and beat up the dog community!

F***in' demented f***in' fruitcakes.

Ah, sh*t! He's not there, the little f***.

Where the f*** is this motherf***er?

I don't trust him! I never did!

You 're looking sharp, Walt.

Save it for your payin' customers, babe.

- Hi, Amber.

- Listen.

Thanks.

Hi, sweetheart. I was in bed last night

and I saw a rat run across my rug.

No, I'm sure you're mistaken.

You 're not listening to me.

I was in bed last night.

I saw a rat run across the rug. OK?

Rat? We have no rats here.

Could you send Jaime to check

my apartment tomorrow, please?

I'm late for work.

Come on, Amber. Come here. Hurry up!

Thanks, Cristal.

Get in here.

I can't!

We're safe.

How you doin' there?

Hi.

Hey, Walt. How ya doin'?

Remember Sally?

Sally.

Hi, Walt.

Hey, baby. What are you doin'?

Comfy? Are you two comfy?

Well, welcome everybody.

You all look fabulous. You look f***ing

great... except for this table over here.

Who's from Brooklyn here?

Any guys from Brooklyn?

Oh, hey, sweetie. You guys

like guy... girls with big fat asses?

Big ol' tits, right?

Why don't you come up here?

Just stand right there

except don't come any closer.

Guys like you beat my ass once I leave

the club. You know what I'm saying?

You love me when I'm here, and when

I leave you beat the sh*t out of me.

All right.

Get your f***ing hand off my shoulder.

I was trying to get your ass.

Oh, my God. Are you gay?

A little bit.

Only a little bit?

And I'm a little bit of a girl, too, sweetie.

You're all woman.

All right. I want you to bend over now.

I want you to kiss my ass.

Kiss my ass. Think of me

as a present and it's Christmas.

All right.

Have a seat. Look at you. Jesus Christ!

All right, honies, I'm gonna invite

my first pretty little number on the stage.

And she's wonderful.

Amazing Grace, thank you.

How come you never aks me

to dance, huh, Walt?

How come always Karen?

Cos Karen's a lady and you ain't.

You're a whore.

How many times I tell you?

I don't go with whores.

I'm not a whore, Walt.

You're not? OK.

I'm ready.

Marmalade!

I hate to aks you, but I'm...

running kind of short on my rent again.

That enough?

Thank you, baby.

What a man.

What a woman.

See you next week.

I'll count the days.

That's a good boy, Leonard.

Escucha bien.

Just gimme my money.

Why'd you f***ers shoot? F*** you!

Relax! Relax!

You want another one, motherf***er?

You shot her! You motherf***er!

Why'd you shoot her?

You f***in' killed her, man!

Sir, can you hear me?

He's coming round.

Sir, have you been hit?

M r Koontz Are you awake?

I'm Dr Nirmala.

Can you hear me?

Do you understand me?

You've had a stroke. There is

some paralysis on your right side.

M r Koontz Im Detective Noonan.

In the early morning hours

of October 3rd, you heard gunshots.

You attempted to confront

the perpetrators before your heart attack?

Actually, a stroke.

Right. Sorry.

Did you get a look at the killers?

Could you identify them?

You 're here for Amber Garcia Sanchez?

I'm here to identify the body.

Uh huh. And your relationship

to the deceased?

Just a friend.

Stupid f***! Where's the money?

Hey! We been every square inch.

The roof, basement, now this shithouse.

Philistines!

I'd like to know where

the f***in' b*tch is across the hall.

Miss Cristal? Are you in there?

Open the door, b*tch!

Open the goddamn door, b*tch!

All set, Mr. Koontz? I've arranged for

one of our volunteers to drive you home.

I'm goin' home alone.

By yourself? Alone?

- Bu t why?

- Im OK.

To see if I can.

Hey, Pop. Jesus Christ!

Come here. Check this out.

Walt, you need a little help?

Walt! Walt!

You need a little help, Walt?

No, I'm OK.

I can't believe what happened to him.

Waldo Koontz

why you walking so funny?

I... I had a stroke.

Oh? You think that's bad?

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

Oh, God.

Welcome home, motherf***er.

Oh, my God!

What the f*** did you do to my place?

You Neanderthals!

I'll f*** you up if we don't get our money.

What money?

The money Amber gave you to hide.

If I had money, I'd move to a place where I

wouldn't have to deal with scum like you.

Now see, b*tch!

You homicidal maniacs are so sensitive.

What the f*** is this?

No! Don't! Don't!

Don't!

What is it?

What the f*** is this sh*t?

It's Amber's ashes.

Aw, sh*t! Aw, sh*t!

Get the f*** outta here!

Get the f*** outta here!

We'll be watching you, f*ggot.

Oh, watch my ass! Watch my ass!

Boomn, boom.

Ashley.

Why did you trash me?

Like some used-up soda can.

Ashley.

Why did you trash me?

I was supposed to be your man.

Ashley.

You 're a f***in' b*tch.

You left me for a guy named Lance.

Ashley.

You 're really stupid.

Cos I was saving up

to take you to France.

Yeah, I was gonna take you to France.

Mr. Koontz? It's Dr. Nirmala.

Are you in there?

Mr. Wilcox at the front desk

said you were In

Hello, Mr. Koontz.

I've been so concerned, Mr. Koontz.

You didn't return to the hospital

for your physical therapy.

And you don't answer your telephone.

And your friends say

that you never visit them

and you don't allow them to visit you.

And... And Mr. Pim, the grocer

he says that you shop once a week

and not till late at night.

Now, I can understand.

You don't want your friends to see you

perhaps not as you once were.

But if you came in for your therapy

you would improve.

and so would your spirits.

I can arrange to have

a physical therapist come here

three times a week. Hm?

Would you like that?

Of course, it's going to be more

expensive than at the hospital.

What else... What else

do I have to spend my... my money on?

Ah, son of a b*tch! It stinks!

Let's keep our voices down.

Let's just keep our voices down.

Shut the f*** up! What the f*** are

we talking about, keeping sh*t down?

Where's this f***in' b*tch at?

That skanky whore has my money.

Oh, hi!

Well... Well, how are you?

I mean, I heard you got hurt

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