Hard Luck Page #3
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- Year:
- 2006
- 101 min
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This is my car. Hell, no!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
- Cut him off at the tunnel.
I'm three blocks away.
Get your ass there now!
Stop the f***ing car!
This f***er's out of his mind.
He went in the tunnel.
Take the Thompson Street over-ramp
and block the exit.
We'll get him from behind.
You need to go to a hospital.
Hold on.
Seal the exit! Seal the exit!
- Get there, now!
- I'm right on top of you.
Motherf***er!
You need to go to a hospital.
No hospitals. No hospitals.
Bring me a towel
with some hot water on it.
And don't forget the soap.
Bring the soap.
Look, you want me to help you,
you gotta put that thing away.
- Okay. Take your clothes off.
- Are you f***ing nuts?
It ain't like I ain't already
seen you naked. Take your sh*t off.
Look, this way I know
you're less likely to bounce.
Take your sh*t off.
What, what, do you need a beat?
Happy?
Carmen.
That's your dance name, right?
What's your real name?
- Angela.
- Okay.
Angela, who's probably
not from Cuba, listen.
I have no intentions of hurting you.
Just don't make me
get stupid, all right? Just be cool...
...do what I say, everything will
be all right. You feel me?
Yeah, I feel you.
Here. Help me get this off.
It's showtime.
You should be a nurse, girl.
What? And leave my good-paying job
as a stripper?
My mother was a nurse
- Do I believe this story?
- Why not? It's free.
Translation?
Heal, heal, by the butt of a frog.
If it doesn't heal today,
it'll heal tomorrow.
Try it. It's good luck.
Okay, well, now that
you're all bandaged up...
...I should let you rest.
Yeah, we both should.
It's a good idea.
Come lay down next to me.
Look. As much sh*t
as I've done in my life...
for some p*ssy.
And I don't plan on starting now.
Just lay down.
Other side. Away from the door.
Just humor me.
- What you doing?
- You want some?
- You got a lot of game, huh?
- I was referring to the lip-gloss.
So how long are you gonna
hold me hostage?
Good question.
Why are you doing this?
Mama.
Stop tape.
Mama.
- It's your turn.
- I did it the last f***ing time.
It's your kid, babe.
I'll handle it from here.
- Mama.
- I'm coming, baby.
Mama!
Oh, honey. Here.
Let's take the mask off.
That's okay, baby.
We'll put it right back on.
Here. Okay. Come on.
All right. Come on.
That's a good boy.
Come on, sweetie.
Here. You sit down, right here.
Oh, yeah. It's okay.
We'll take this off just for a minute.
- I wanna be Spiderman.
- Oh, we'll see. We'll see.
I wanna go trick-or-treating.
I want candy, Mama.
Baby, you can't go out there.
Here are your meds.
Here are your meds. Take that now.
Good boy.
- Okay, that's good.
- I wanna go trick-or-treating, Mama.
I know, baby.
I'm... Mommy's gonna sing to you.
Mommy's gonna sing to you now.
Okay?
a half a million dollars and it's wired.
Gotta be bank money
or cop money.
No one else would rig it up like that.
If I try to keep it,
we're both in danger.
She doesn't even know.
It doesn't seem fair.
Only one way out.
That money was our lifeline.
- What?
- Gino.
It's for you.
- Yeah.
- Hey, look.
No problems, no questions.
Return all the money
and then everything is cool, right?
- Where are you?
- I'll call you back. No!
No.
- Are we dead?
- Yes.
Okay. So we have the most
wonderful thing for you tonight.
Yes.
The most beautiful little rat.
I had a pet rat
when I was in junior high.
But sometimes rats get hungry.
- What the f***?
- Stop the tape.
- I think she's dead, Walter.
- You're shitting me.
- I can't find a pulse.
- F***ing Jesus-f***ing-Christ.
Okay, get away from... Get a...
Gee, she's probably got
that bird-flu thing.
Yeah, sure.
- Check that out.
- What is it?
B*tch had a f***ing heart condition,
is what it is.
I suppose that's my fault.
None of my picks
ever dropped dead on us.
So all of a sudden
you're the health expert.
You can tell if someone walking
down the street has a heart condition.
Look, you gonna help me with this?
You were sleeping.
What are you doing?
- What the f*** is all this purple sh*t?
- The security dye in with the money.
- How would I know that was in there?
- Why are you rummaging...
...through people's sh*t?
- People? Nigga, what people?
I don't see people. You held me
hostage at gunpoint...
...and nearly tried to rape me.
- Rape you? I don't even want you.
Okay. What about, "Oh, take off all
your clothes and lie down with me"?
Would you... Look at this sh*t,
would you? Look at this sh*t. Look.
You need to buy me a new fur.
If you don't get that fake sh*t
out of my face...
Man. That money
was our bargaining chip.
Bargaining chip? Look, whatever.
All I know, there's another briefcase.
If that briefcase is full of money,
just break me off my share...
...for of all of my troubles,
and I'll be on my merry freaking way.
What is wrong with you?
It's an identical case.
There's a security device
in that one too.
You need a special tool to de-rig it.
F***.
You know what? That's a good idea.
You wanna bounce, just leave. Take...
So wait. You get to keep
it all for yourself.
What story am I
supposed to believe?
I'm sorry.
Mommy, he's purple
like Lord Krishna.
The old-man mask is $7.99.
And I'm gonna need
to price-check that.
- Can't I just wear it?
- Sure.
After you take it off and pay for it.
Matt? I'm gonna need a price check
on the old-lady mask.
Price check on three.
Still waiting on a price check on three
on an old-lady mask.
It's a dye. It's not gonna
come off the money. That's the point.
Oh, hell no. I'm gonna clean
this b*tch off and I'm gonna spend it.
Sh*t. Why does this sh*t
always happen to me?
And I just got my hair done.
- Turn around.
- Why?
So I can do your back, okay?
Be gentle, please.
Here, caf con leche.
Prick.
- Who's gonna pay for all this?
- Money was rigged.
Come over here. Look at this tub.
Who's gonna clean that?
Yeah. For what?
Yeah, tell him I'm on my way.
- Captain wants to see me.
- I'm talking to you. Come over here.
Look at the tub.
These little Mad Cow burgers
are the bomb.
Excuse me.
Did you blow one? Oh, sh*t.
You're the one who paid $60
to stick your face in my ass.
I should have gave you incense
and stuck that up your ass.
- Like you never fart.
Sh*t, I don't fart like that.
These are good,
but Mickey D's fries are better...
...because they fry them in some
crazy beef or silicone or something.
For real.
Did you see that flick on it?
Yeah, Super Size Me.
Listen to that harmony. Listen.
Excuse me. This is my car.
That's my demo. This is my world.
Look, if I'm delaying you
from your pursuit of happiness...
...fame, fortune and your meeting
with Puffy, fine.
You and your demo
can bounce, all right?
I mean, I'll de-rig the money
and I'll send you some of it.
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