Heaven's Prisoners Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 132 min
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Your casa?
Come on.
What happened in Key West,
Robin?
One of the bartenders found out
I used to s-t-r-i-p...
and he made a move on me
But it's not worth
talking about.
This is really a nice place.
So, what did you do to him?
Let's find your room.
Robin.
That doesn't look like
your room.
Robin.
Oh, this is your room.
Is this your monkey?
Robin, what did you do to him?
Well...
across his face.
But it wasn't that bad.
It looked worse than it was...
on account of
This is the guest room.
Am I right?
You know, you say bayou,
and I think...
the swamp and nets
and sh*t hanging...
but this is... this is
really nice.
Why don't you, me,
and Alfie here...
go on out to that dock
and have ourselves a soda?
So, can I say something?
You're not going to take it
the wrong way...
I mean, 'cause I mean this
I just don't want you to think
that I came up here...
to try and straighten you out...
'cause you are who you are.
I'm cool with that.
I just think
that at some point...
you're going to have
to decide...
who it is you want to be
for the rest of your life.
If you want to be
a pissed-off guy...
that's ever been done to him...
or you want to be alive.
Hey...
either way, Streak...
I'm your biggest fan.
Good night.
- Hello?
- Dave, please help me.
Annie!
- It's all right.
- Oh, Jesus.
- It's all right.
- Oh, Jesus.
- I'm here, I'm here.
- Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Robin, I was talking
with Annie on the phone.
No, no, no,
you were just dreaming.
- Oh, Jesus.
- You were just dreaming, baby.
- Oh, I got to go get a drink.
- No, no, no, no.
No, no.
I got to get a drink, baby.
No, no, it's not happening, OK?
Just lie down with me, OK?
Lie with me.
There, there, there,
there, there.
That's better. That's better.
That's better.
Who belongs to that?
Bubba's wife.
Hey there, Mrs. Rocque.
I had a flat tire.
Can you give me a ride
back to my aunt's?
Yes, I can...
for you.
There's no air
in the spare, either.
Hello.
Claudette Rocque,
this is my friend Robin.
She's going to be
staying with us for a while.
Oh.
Have me met?
Not formally.
You're a performer of some kind.
Oh, that's right. You work at
that little place on Bourbon...
Smiling Jack's.
That's right.
Now I remember you, too.
You came in one time with
a couple of real pretty girls...
asked me to work
But I don't really
go in for that sort of thing.
with someone else.
Well, maybe you're right.
The girl I'm talking about
was real trash.
She had a butterfly tattoo
on her belly.
Well, anyway, it was real nice
to meet you, Claudia.
Come on, sweetie.
Well, she's enchanting.
Nice to see you
back in the swing of things.
What brings you out this way,
Mrs. Rocque?
It's Claudette, Dave.
My cousin lives
down at the end of the road.
I come over to New lberia
about once a month...
to see my relatives.
- I see.
- Am I putting you out?
No. Just give me a minute.
Wait for me in the truck.
You look uncomfortable.
I didn't get very much sleep
last night.
Would you like a gin rickey?
Not for me, thank you.
I gave it up for a while,
almost a year.
Then people started telling me
Anyone ever say that
to you, Dave?
Hey, let me ask you something...
what do you think
the odds are...
of you having a flat tire
right by my front lane?
Now the good detective is
wondering what the lady wants.
Take a look.
We had a little argument.
Apparently I fell.
At least that's what
Bubba said when I came to.
I'm pretty sure
one of my ribs is cracked.
What do you think?
I think...
you should see a doctor.
Don't you want to know
what we fought about?
That's none of my business.
You're not afraid of Bubba.
You know
he's not really so tough.
I know you shouldn't
jerk him around.
I know that
if you mess with his pride...
you're going to meet the guy...
that wheeled his crippled
cousin into the coolie.
Hadn't heard that one before.
I know one thing
Bubba's afraid of.
And what's that?
Bubba's never done time.
I don't think he could. I don't
think he'd last three days.
I believe he would do anything
to stay out of the joint.
He has nightmares about it.
He's been having a lot of them
since that plane went down.
You know what?
I changed my mind.
I'll get out here.
Say, Dave...
you ever get bored of
the stripper's act, come on by.
How you hangin', Streak?
That's some boat you got.
Hell, take a ride with us.
This baby can eat a trench
all the way across the lake.
What are you doing
with these people?
Friends from New Orleans.
You want a beer?
How deep is the mob into you,
Bubba?
You got to be paying
those guys big dues, huh?
Hey, you got it wrong, Dave.
People pay me dues.
I win, they lose.
Now, you want a beer or not?
- Toot's dead.
- Is that right?
that killed my wife.
I had nothing to do with that,
Dave.
When I want to straighten out
a problem...
a person's going to see
this face.
They were your people.
I'm going to tell you
something...
and I'm going to tell you
only once...
now, you can accept it, or
you can stick it up your ass...
I am one guy.
I am not a crime wave. And when
you mess with the action...
out of New Orleans, you
f*** with hundreds of people.
Do you understand,
Dave Robicheaux?
My wife had to be buried
in a closed casket.
I want you to think about that
for a minute.
Now, I'm going to find
those two men...
and when I do, I'm going
and if your name comes out of
either one of their mouths...
I'll be back here to feed your
sorry f***ing ass to the shrimp.
You wouldn't leave it alone,
Dave...
so they closed the door
on your nose.
Leave me out of your sh*t, Dave.
I'll tell you...
this Dave Robicheaux
makes me very uncomfortable.
You tell me he's not a problem.
Next thing I know, you go out
and kill the man's wife.
What the f*** is that?
Now my people tell me...
Robicheaux smoked one of
the shooters on the streetcar...
which would explain
why Eddie Keats...
asking for my protection.
It sounds like
he's coming apart...
like he might be a problem.
What the f*** is going on?
I'm taking care of it.
You're taking care of it?
That's right.
So, on top of everything else...
your husband doesn't even
show me the proper respect...
of coming in here
to see me himself.
Instead, he sends his wife.
No one sent me.
Bubba doesn't know I'm here.
Really?
Bubba's not well.
What the hell does that mean?
Unhappy childhood and all that.
From now on, you need to talk...
I'll be the one listening.
The daughter of some whore.
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