Let Me Make You a Martyr Page #3
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- 2016
- 102 min
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How are you today?
is, what 'chu doin' out here?
I'm lookin' for
a man named pope.
You say you lookin' for a pope?
No, a man named pope,
used to live around here.
Mr. you know who pope is?
Yeah I do, I've known pope
longer n' you been alive.
Is that right?
That's right.
I can't help ya I'm sorry.
I got a hundred dollars.
Anybody might lead me to him.
Hey squirt you stay
right here alright.
Now you say what now?
I say I got a hundred dollars
to anybody who take me to pope.
Tell ya what
you keep that Benjamin,
you come out here lookin'
all slick like,
look like the kinda
guy might know
where to find a bag a ice.
Yeah, I might be able
to help you with that.
Here we gonna do.
Ol' squirt back
there he gotta boat.
He gonna take ya a
quarter mile up the river.
I ain't gettin' in that boat
'cause I'm scared a skins.
But here's the deal
I'm gonna hold me
end you hold yours.
up like a Southern wind chime.
Ya understand?
Oh you gonna be happy
with what I got for you boy.
I'll be the judge a
that, alright, hey squirt.
You gonna hop in with this
man here, he gonna take ya
up the river alright?
(Engine starts)
You're gonna be
alright, alright.
Little man get on
in the door's open.
(Door slams)
Is this somethin' I
should have an attorney for?
What are you guilty of?
Again, I apologize for
the implication format
but usually when one requests
representation it's an
admission of guilt.
Now we can go down
that Avenue but
there's a mess here.
(Gunshot rings out)
subjects who are most certainly
involved you in fact are the
only one they brought to me.
Not anyone else.
I can assure you forfeiting
this opportunity would be
something to regret because
there won't be another
opportunity for
reprieve, understood?
I think I do.
So what will it be?
Are we done?
Very well.
Wait.
F*** it.
(Shoes clicking on concrete)
(Door opens)
(Door squeaks and closes)
(Cranks engine)
(Ominous music)
(Water sloshes)
This it?
Sh*t.
Don't go nowhere.
I mean,
don't you go nowhere,
I'll be back.
Up there, huh?
Sh*t.
Hello?
Pope?
(Scraping)
(Scraping)
(Slicing)
Hey, how long has it been?
February '92.
I don't know how the
f*** you remember that.
How are ya?
The f*** does it look like I am?
(Scraping)
I don't deserve any chit
chat I mean I just drove in a
car for about an hour got
stuck in a boat with a mute
and nearly killed
myself walkin' up here.
Then well,
why don't you get to the
point why you're here.
It's, is my son.
Remember him?
Yeah, the one you adopted.
That's it, well he's
gone off the rails.
Gotta Jihadist agenda
and he's just hurt me in,
just hurt me in ways
that I can't forgive him.
I don't really know
how to say this but.
So you want me to put him down?
I like the way you say that.
Well it's gonna be
double for family.
(Slices)
Ohh.
Double?
(Scraping)
Did I stutter I said double.
Thing about it is I
need it done yesterday.
Well that's why you
came to me isn't it then?
Alright, no that's
alright, I'll just, okay.
Just let me know.
Let me know.
Smoke?
Please.
(Strikes lighter)
(Slides ashtray on table)
So what else?
Yes, well, says here
that you have an uncle.
Was he related to your mother?
Yeah.
A,
Marvin Crenshaw glass.
Marvin, yeah.
(Bell ringing)
(Blowing on fingers)
(Taps button)
(Blows on fingers)
(Taps buttons)
I had a felling
you'd still be here.
I never move boy, you
know better than that.
(Tapping buttons)
What happened?
Never mind I'll tell
you about it later.
(Tapping buttons)
What's in the cup?
Green tea.
Green tea?
What man you go queer on me?
Alright, gimme a swig.
(Laughs)
Man just when I thought
I couldn't draw one.
(Laughs)
Thought you'd appreciate
that pay off the house
and maybe the car payment.
Oh, boy you been gone a minute,
f*** the car n' the house.
(Door opens)
(Horn honks)
Sorry.
(Door closes)
(Door opens)
(Wrestles wheelchair out)
(Wheelchair clanks on ground)
Sh*t.
It's all bullshit man.
Just leave the chair out here.
C'mon.
I'm not even gonna ask.
(Hearty laugh) C'mon.
(Door squeaks open)
(Closes door)
Here's for your troubles Marv.
(Laughing)
You are a Saint boy.
(Laughing)
So what happened man, you okay?
Yeah.
Don't overdue it now you're
the only blood I got left.
You know I hate to spoil
you but it feels right.
Oh, boy I been in
the game a while.
Big man would'a punched
out my ticket long time ago
if he's goin' to.
Don't take bein' a dope
fiend to fell like that.
What brings you around?
Filin' this under vacation
time or somethin'?
You could call it that.
I got some evils of
my own to clear out.
Some business to
insure pleasure.
Just the trash man this time.
You know where a
trash man finds himself
at the end of his day?
Where's that?
Standin' alone right in front of
the pile of crap he's collected,
covered in sh*t.
(Laughs)
I suspect I'll be covered
from head to toe when I'm done.
Alright I'm sure you will be.
(Gasping)
(Spoon falls on table)
(Exhales)
Ahhhh.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
That f***in' Keich
that raised ya.
Easy Marv.
Don't fall outta that high now.
Man shouldn't be allowed
to live like that and
not taste hell for it.
(Grunts)
(Couch squeaks)
Ohhhh.
A man's gotta have a code, yeah.
Or what else, what
kinda man is he?
What d'ya think I came back?
Make good with all the
folks I've taken from
and taken from me, start over?
Nah.
I came back to say my piece.
Get some much needed sleep.
Uh, huh.
Ah, the one thing I
learned is that you
you don't have to
be six feet under
to be cycled out of existence.
(Laughs)
Oh, the truth is that I've
been wanderin' this earth
without a soul for years.
And the only sense that I
can make out of the extent
of my existence is this.
Is this some sort of
f***ed up punishment
for my failure to live?
When I go, and I pray
god, I hope it's soon.
But when it happens,
if I'm lucky,
it'll be with a needle
in my arm or at my side.
Just a comfortable compromise.
Don't be like me.
Ahh, when you cross over
boy you make sure you got some
truth to put on the table.
Or heaven's gonna
burn your eyes.
(Chuckles)
Yeah.
(Car drives by)
(Low rumble)
Yeah.
(Knocking on door)
Oh (Chuckles).
Take a seat.
Hey, you know, Jer, I'm gonna
have to call you back later.
(Hangs up phone)
Hmmm.
Well, well, well.
The prodigal son.
How the hell are ya?
Good.
So maybe we just outta
cut the bullshit, huh?
Quit actin' so excited
to see each other.
Head penguin over at St.
Vincent's she called me.
Just to let me know
that you were in town.
And before you cum all over
yourself tryin' to explain
let me just say that I'm
very aware of that special
relationship you had with
Jackie and uncle frank.
But I,
I do indeed need to insist
that I get back what is mine.
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