Gravesend Page #6
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- Year:
- 1997
- 85 min
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YOU NEVER TAKE ME
ANYWHERE.
TO TAKE YOU, MARE?
WHY ARE YOU STARTING?
WHERE YOU WANT ME
TO TAKE YOU, HUH?
YOU WANT TO GO:
TO MacDONALD'S?
WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO DO?
IS THAT THE BEST
YOU CAN THINK OF--
MacDONALD'S?
WHAT, DO YOU WANT
TO GO TO A SHOW?
YOU DON'T EVEN
F*** ME, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT GOOD YOU ARE.
IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
I DON'T THINK SO.
NO.
COME ON.
I'M NOT FOOLING AROUND
WITH YOU IN THE HALLWAY.
MY GOD.
WE DON'T HAVE SEX
FOR 2 WEEKS,
YOU WANT TO DO IT
IN THE HALLWAY?
WHY ARE YOU:
F***ING NAGGING?
YOU'RE STARTING
TO PISS ME OFF.
STOP NAGGING ME.
YOU'RE A GODDAMN
PSYCHOPATH.
SHUT UP. SHUT UP.
YOU NEED:
PSYCHIATRIC TREATMENT.
DID YOU GET:
THE MONEY?
NO, I DIDN'T
GET THE MONEY.
LET'S GO.
YOU DIDN'T GET THE MONEY?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
DON'T TOUCH ME, CHICK.
YOU DIDN'T GET
THE MONEY?
NO, I DIDN'T
GET THE MONEY,
ALL RIGHT?
JUST DROP IT.
ZANE, ZANE,
LISTEN TO ME.
WE WERE TALKING:
OUT HERE BEFORE,
AND MAYBE:
THE BEST BET:
IS TO JUST GO:
TO THE COPS, MAN.
TO THE COPS--
YOU WERE GOING:
NO. WE'RE ALL
GOING TO GO:
TO THE COPS.
YOU'RE GOING
TO F***ING SCUMBAG ME?
YOU GUYS WERE:
GOING TO F***ING SCUMBAG ME?
WHAT WERE YOU:
GOING TO DO, THEN?
WE'LL GO TO THE COPS.
I'LL MAKE THE STATEMENT,
OK?
GO TO THE F***ING COPS.
AND WHAT?
GET SOME F***ING
JEW LAWYER?
WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO
FOR US? HUH?
TELL THEM:
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
WHAT?
WE DON'T GOT NO MONEY
FOR NO F***ING LAWYER,
TO JAIL?
F*** THE JAIL.
I'M NOT GOING
TO NO F***ING JAIL,
GUYS.
WHAT'S THE OPTIONS?
WHAT'S THE ALTERNATIVE?
YOU TELL ME THAT.
COPS OR WE LET JOJO
TAKE CARE OF IT.
WHAT ARE WE:
GOING TO DO?
WHERE ARE WE:
GOING TO GET:
THE MONEY, THOUGH?
I DON'T KNOW.
AND TALK ABOUT IT.
I'M TAKING THE NETS.
I DON'T KNOW, MAN.
KINGS ARE MUCH SAFER.
6 1/2 UNDERDOGS--
YOU TAKE THE KINGS,
I'LL TAKE THE NETS.
YOU PICK 2 TEAMS,
I'LL PICK 2 TEAMS.
THAT'S FINE.
WE CAN EACH DO A TEASE.
YOU DO A TEASE,
I'LL DO A PARLAY,
ALL RIGHT?
JUST LOOK:
AT THE PAPER.
IT AIN'T AS SAFE
TO DO A PARLAY.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT THAT IS.
SHUT UP.
LOOK AT THE PAPER,
PLEASE.
SHUT UP.
EVEN IF YOU DO WIN,
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET
THE MONEY UNTIL MONDAY.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
NOW SHUT UP.
WE KNOW THAT.
EXCUSE ME, GUYS.
HEY, WHAT'S UP?
HI.
HOW ARE YOU?
GOOD TO SEE YOU.
Mary:
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
ALL RIGHT.
ZANE! ZANE!
WHAT ARE YA DOING?!
F***ING C*NT!
F*** YOU!
YOU DON'T GIVE A F***
ABOUT MY PROBLEMS.
Ray:
JUST KEEPWALKING AWAY, MAN.
F***!
RAY, GET HIM!
C*NT.
YOU F***ING WHORE!
YOU F***ING WHORE.
DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN,
YOU WHORE.
F***ING C*NT!
ZANE, CHILL, CHILL.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, MAN.
YOU KEEP WALKING AWAY.
WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS
LET ME DO IT?
IT WASN'T WORTH IT, BRO.
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE US
THE 500 BUCKS ANYWAY.
ZANE!
WHO CARES?
WHO CARES?
WE GOT TO WORRY:
ABOUT GETTING $500.
WE GOT TO THINK:
OF SOME IDEAS,
AND ONE OF THE IDEAS
IS THAT, MIKEY,
YOUR FATHER'S GOT
ALL THAT MONEY.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT."
WE'RE GOING.
NO, WE'RE NOT GOING.
WHY NOT?
HE HATES YOU,
HE HATES HIM,
HE HATES ME.
YOU GO IN.
NO!
THAT IS THE LAST RESORT!
DON'T F***ING
YELL AT ME,
ALL RIGHT?
ZANE, ZANE, ZANE,
THAT GOT:
THAT KOREAN GUY:
DOWN THE STREET?
NO, I'M NOT ROBBING
THE F***ING STORE, MAN.
THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
NO!
I'M NOT F***ING
DOING IT!
WE'LL BE IN AND OUT
LIKE THAT.
ONE MINUTE.
NO!
PUT YOUR F***ING HANDS UP!
PUT THEM UP!
PUT THEM UP!
OPEN THE GODDAMN REGISTER,
GET ON THE REGISTER!
KEEP YOUR GODDAMN HANDS UP.
IF I CAN'T MOVE MY HANDS?
ALL RIGHT, GUYS,
SHUT UP.
JUST OPEN THE DRAWER.
DON'T F*** WITH ME!
OPEN THE REGISTER,
OR I'LL BLOW
YOUR F***ING HEAD OFF!
[BUZZING]
JESUS CHRIST!
WHAT'S WRONG?
WAIT. PUSH CLEAR.
F***ING A**HOLE!
WAIT A MINUTE.
YOU HAVE TO PRESS
"NO SALE."
I USED TO WORK:
IN THE 7-ELEVEN
DOWN THE STREET.
PRESS "NO SALE."
YOU PUSH "CLEAR" HERE--
MIKEY, DON'T...
KEEP AN EYE:
ON THE GODDAMN DOOR.
RING IN:
SH*T!
[REGISTER OPENS]
ALL RIGHT.
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
WHERE'S THE MONEY,
I SAID!
MY FATHER TOOK THE MONEY
15 MINUTES AGO.
GO AHEAD.
TAKE THE $4.00.
WE'RE IN. WE'RE IN.
COME ON,
LET'S GET THE MONEY
AND GO.
DON'T F***ING TELL ME--
SHUT UP!
I TOLD YOU F***ERS--
I TOLD YOU GUYS--
...WHILE YOU'RE
AT IT, HUH?
SHUT UP!
I TOLD YOU GUYS:
WE SHOULD NEVER:
GODDAMN ROB THIS--
WHAT ARE WE:
GOING TO DO?
LET'S JUST
SHOOT HIM.
LET'S JUST
SHOOT HIM.
WE CAN'T SHOOT HIM.
WHAT IS THAT:
GOING TO DO?
GO START:
THE GODDAMN CAR.
KEYS!
KEEP YOUR HANDS UP.
WHY DON'T YOU
ROB THE STORE AND GO?
SHUT UP!
I DON'T LIKE
THE GUN ANYMORE.
TIE HIM UP.
I AIN'T DOING
NOTHING KINKY, MAN.
PUT YOUR HANDS UP!
SHUT THE F*** UP.
SHUT UP.
"OH, LET'S GO
ROB THE STORE."
LET'S GO ROB
THE STORE, RIGHT?
GET DOWN.
GET DOWN ON THE GROUND.
GET DOWN, MAN.
GET DOWN! GO ON!
I DON'T HAVE
ANY ROPE.
WHAT AM I:
GOING TO DO?
GIVE ME SOME ROPE.
I NEED ROPE.
WHAT DO I TIE UP,
HIS ARMS OR LEGS?
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL HOG-TIE
HIS ARMS.
TIE HIS EYES UP.
I'LL SHOOT YOU, MAN.
DON'T TAKE YOUR
THING OFF, ZANE.
HE CAN'T SEE ME.
GOOD, GOOD.
SH*T.
SIR, WE'LL BE
CLOSING UP SOON.
SORRY FOR:
THE INCONVENIENCE.
WHERE'S MR. COU?
HE HAD A LITTLE:
ACCIDENT TONIGHT--
ACCIDENT? WHAT,
IS HE ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, HE'S OK.
WHAT HAPPENED:
TO HIM?
I DON'T KNOW.
I FILLED IN FOR HIM.
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M HIS NEPHEW.
I'M--I'M JOKING.
IS THAT IT?
MY MAGAZINE.
I DO THE...
YOUR MAGAZINE.
THE NEW YORKER.
NEW YORKER. OK.
NEW YORKER,
NOT NEW YORK.
NEW YORKER.
NEW YORKER.
THAT'S NEW YORK, SIR.
BUT I WANT:
THE NEW YORKE,
THE ONE ON TOP:
OF IT.
WHERE'S MR. COU?
I ALWAYS:
COME IN HERE,
I GET IT.
WELL, I HAD
MY SUBSCRIPTION.
IT LAPSED.
IT'S 2.95.
I'M SORRY I'M BEING
SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS.
NO, THAT'S OK.
"SILENT SPERM."
YOU KNOW WHY:
THEY DO THAT?
THEY USED:
TO WRITE THINGS:
YOU'D WANT TO READ.
YOU'D BE INTERESTED
IN WHAT THEY:
WERE SAYING.
NOW IT'S, LIKE,
"BUY ME!
SILENT SPERM!"
I MIGHT AS WELL:
READ COSMO.
THIS INFURIATES ME,
YOU KNOW?
COSMO.
GREAT LEGS.
SIR, LISTEN,
I'M SORRY TO BE RUDE--
WHAT IS THIS?
YOU SAID COSMO.
NO, NO, NO, NO!
WHAT IS THIS?
I DON'T GET THIS.
WHAT DO YOU WANT,
THEN?
WHERE'S MR. COU?
WE ALREADY:
WENT OVER THIS.
WHY ARE YOU:
YELLING AT ME?
HE'S OFF TONIGHT.
AND I YELLING?
I'M SORRY.
I MEAN, I COME IN HERE,
SIR!
YOU WANT THE MAGAZINE
OR NOT?
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL TAKE THIS.
GIVE ME MY LOTTO,
MY MAGAZINE,
AND MY CANDY.
PUT ME IN:
FOR A DOLLAR.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
THE MACHINE'S
NOT WORKING TONIGHT, SIR.
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