Gravesend Page #4
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- Year:
- 1997
- 85 min
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WE'LL DO IT.
ANOTHER TIME, I WAS
IN THIS WHOREHOUSE,
YOUR FATHER--
I REALLY:
GOTTA GO, OK?
I KNOW, I KNOW, BUT I
ANOTHER TIME,
THERE WAS THIS:
REALLY HOT CHICK.
BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
WELL, ONE NIGHT,
I F***ED HER UP,
AND YOUR FATHER,
REALLY?
THAT'S GREAT.
WE GOTTA GO. LISTEN,
IN THE CAR,
THIS GUY JOJO.
RIGHT. YOU GOT
WHAT ARE YOU:
TALKING ABOUT?
I'M JOKING.
LISTEN, I APPRECIATE
THIS, ALL RIGHT?
YOU WANT:
YEAH, YEAH.
HEY, WATCH YOURSELF.
I'LL TELL LUISA.
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT?
SHE'LL GIVE YOU
A CALL.
MAYBE HE'S UPSTAIRS.
I HOPE:
THIS BASTARD'S HOME.
A SH*T, MAN.
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT THE F***'S
WRONG WITH YOU?
ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?
SHUT THE F*** UP,
YOU F***ING A**HOLE.
MAN.
SO BAD,
IT'S SQUEEZING
BETWEEN MY A**HOLE.
GOD DAMN.
ZANE.
WHAT?
AIN'T HOME, MAN?
IT'S YOUR SISTER.
OPEN THE DOOR, JO.
IT'S F***ING LATE, JO.
ARE YOU DOING?
YOU SAID:
YOU ALL RIGHT?
I'M ALL RIGHT.
I TOLD YOU:
WHO ARE THESE:
F***ING FAGGOTS?
THEY'RE MY FRIENDS.
THEY'RE GOOD.
YOU LOOK GOOD, JO.
HOW'S THAT F***ING
WEIGHT WATCHERS GOING?
YOU LOOK GOOD.
OUT OF SIGHT?
JO?
STAY THERE. STAY THERE.
JO, VIETNAM'S OVER.
STAY. STAY.
F***ING AGENT ORANGE.
HE'S F***ING SNIFFING IT.
LOOK AT THIS:
F***ING FAT--
ALL RIGHT, GET IN.
YOU OK?
GET IN.
GET IN!
JO. JO.
GET IN.
GET THE F*** IN.
WHAT THE F***
SO, JOJO,
HOW YOU FEELING, BUDDY?
YOU LOOK GOOD.
THANKS. THANK YOU.
WEIGHT WATCHERS.
WEIGHT WATCHERS?
JOJO, WHEN
ARE THESE GUYS:
GOING TO LEAVE?
SOON.
SOON, HONEY, SOON.
I'LL TAKE CARE
OF YOU LATER.
JO, YOU THINK
SO, UH...
HAVE A SEAT.
HAVE A SEAT,
YEAH.
JESUS CHRIST.
IT'S A LITTLE SMALL
IN HERE, JO.
GOT BIG PEOPLE:
IN YOUR FAMILY.
SO, UH...
ALL RIGHT.
WHAT ARE YOU:
HERE FOR?
JO, LISTEN,
WHAT KIND:
OF ACCIDENT?
AN ACCIDENT.
OVER THERE?
YEAH.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
IN THE NECK.
YOU KILLED HIM?
YEAH, I KILLED HIM.
HE'S F***ING DEAD.
I SHOT HIM:
IN THE NECK.
OR A SMALL GUY?
HE'S A MEDIUM GUY.
IN A CAR, IN A HOUSE,
A BASEMENT?
OF MY FRIEND'S HOUSE.
HOW ARE YOU:
WHAT THE F***
ARE THESE QUESTIONS, MAN?
NO FREAKS HERE.
NO FREAKS HERE.
WE'RE HIP, YOU KNOW.
YOU WANT ME:
Zane:
RAY, RAY.TO DO?
WITH ALCOHOL:
AND BLEACH.
YOU NEED:
ALCOHOL AND BLEACH.
RUBBER GLOVES.
THERE'S BLOOD
NO, NO,
IN THE BASEMENT.
I KNOW.
THE WHOLE BASEMENT.
ALL RIGHT. WE'LL CLEAN
THE WHOLE BASEMENT.
RUBBER GLOVES,
CLEAN THE BASEMENT.
SO WHAT ARE:
WITH HIS F***ING BODY?
IN THE F***ING TRUNK.
THE TRUNK HAVE:
A LINING?
EVERY CAR'S GOT A LINING.
THAT F***ING LINING
OUT.
IT'S ALL FULL
OF BLOOD.
THE SEATS:
WE CAN'T DO THAT.
NO WAY.
WE CAN'T DO THAT?
IT'S MY DAD'S CAR.
WE CAN'T RIP
THE LINING OUT.
A F***ING F*GGOT?
BURN THE F***ING
CAR.
LOOK, I DON'T DO NOTHING
LET'S GO DOWNSTAIRS
TO MY OFFICE.
JO.
THERE'S A HUNDRED
F***ING GUYS
LOOKING FOR ME.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S ME.
F***ING TOOTHLESS BASTARD.
Zane:
LET'S GO, MAN.LOOK AT YOU.
IN MY OFFICE.
IN MY OFFICE.
SHOOTING SOMEBODY.
COME ON IN, FELLAS.
WELCOME:
TO THE PRECINCT.
THAT SAID:
WITH DRIED-UP BLOOD
AND AT FIRST:
WE DIDN'T TALK,
BUT THEN JOJO:
BEGAN TO EXPLAIN
Jojo:
I'M GOINGWHATEVER YOU DO,
DON'T TELL THEM
WHERE YOU LIVE.
I THANKED JOJO:
FOR HIS ADVICE,
Jojo:
TAKE IT EASY:
WITH MY FLOOR.
SO LISTEN, UH...
OF THE BODY?
OF THE BODY.
MY BROTHER:
OWNS A CEMETERY:
ON 59th STREET.
OH, THAT'S GREAT, THEN.
GREAT?
LISTEN,
I DON'T WANT
I NEED:
A THOUSAND DOLLARS
A WHAT?
I NEED:
A THOUSAND DOLLARS.
JO, A THOUSAND BUCKS?
COME ON, JO.
HOW MANY TIMES:
A LOT,
BUT I NEED:
A THOUSAND DOLLARS
JO, COME ON, MAN.
WHETHER I CAN GET
A BETTER PRICE?
YEAH, MAN.
HELP US OUT.
LET ME SEE:
WHAT HAPPENED:
TO YOUR HAND?
COCKSUCKER'S NOSE.
LOOK WHAT HAPPENED
TO IT.
WHO'D YOU BUST?
SOME MOTHERF***ER
DOWN THE BLOCK.
[ZANE LAUGHS]
F***ING FACE.
IS $500 AND A THUMB.
A THUMB?
YEAH, A THUMB.
KNOW WHAT:
A F***ING THUMB IS?
Zane:
A THUMB?
WAIT A MINUTE.
TALKING ABOUT?
YOUR BROTHER'S.
NO WAY.
I'M NOT GOING
TO DO THAT.
JUST RELAX.
LET ME--
NO.
TO DO, THEN, RAY?
OR WHAT?
ALL RIGHT,
THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE.
YEAH, YOU'VE BEEN
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT.
JO, THAT'S GOOD.
WE'LL BE BACK.
ALL RIGHT.
IN AN HOUR.
IN AN HOUR.
YOU GOT IT.
ONE HOUR.
REMEMBER THE THUMB.
ALL RIGHT. ONE HOUR,
HERE, DOWNSTAIRS.
IF I DON'T GET
THE THUMB,
YOUR THUMB.
ALL RIGHT, JO.
BE BACK.
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