Love and a .45
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 101 min
- 147 Views
Any similarities
to real people or events
is purely coincidental.
The Crime Channel.
All crime all the time.
Excuse me, son.
Where do you keep the anti-acids?
That aisle, right-hand side.
Third shelf from the bottom.
That'll be $3.72.
Aren't you a little young
to be working the night shift...
...hombre?
I lied about my age.
How old are you, son?
Fourteen.
Shouldn't you be doin'
your homework
for school or something?
Don't go.
Just sittin' around reading
"Girls and Guns"
and smokin' marijuana in the
walk-in freezer,
and dreaming about p*ssy, huh?
How'd you know?
Been there.
Sometimes I watch TV.
Oh, yeah?
What do you watch?
Them reality kind of shows.
Like, people get killed
and stuff.
Tell me, son...
you plannin' on selling
cigarettes for the rest of your life?
I haven't really thought
about it.
I guess you might have noticed
that 45 laying on the counter.
Yeah. I was kinda wondering
about that.
Think you can grab it...
faster than me?
Yeah.
Well...
That's pretty damn good,
small fry.
I want you to give me all that
money out of the cash register.
Well...
what about my gun?
It ain't loaded.
Well...
Yeah, that's right.
After you put the money
in that smiley face bag...
hand me that night drop, too.
We ain't got no night drop.
You must think I'm a lot
stupider than I look, hombre...
'cause I know that night drop
turns over at exactly 1:35 a.m.
If you're thinking that armored
car's gonna be pulling up soon,
and you might be privy
to a hellacious gun fight
where yours truly just might
buy the proverbial farm...
you're dead wrong.
the driver of the said vehicle
will be pulling over
to the side of the road
to help a beautiful young lady,
in roadway distress.
Hi.
My goodness, mister,
I'm so glad you stopped.
I was starting to get a little
scared being out here all alone.
With hardly anything on
to protect me from the elements.
- Uh-huh.
- Ohh, wow!
Wow!
Look at all those tools.
I bet you have yourself
a ripe 'ol time.
Handcuffs...
I just love handcuffs.
- Really?
- Um-hmm.
Hey, can I play with them?
Come on.
Just for a little while.
It might be fun,
don't you think?
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, thanks.
Wow!
Boy, that's some mighty
hard steel, isn't it?
Mmm-mmm.
Oh, it's so...
Wow. Look at you.
Such a big, big strong man.
Oh, baby.
Come to daddy!
- Oh, baby.
- My cuffs... anything you want.
My goodness, aren't you a live one.
Gee wiz...
You know what?
Baby, I just don't think
I know you well enough
to be sharing your saliva.
Whoo!
So, he'll be unzipping
his pants...
and wanking his hooter
right about now,
and have a right fine story
to tell the boys at the bar...
and I won't be having
no trouble with the police.
Right on time.
That sound's pure music
to my ears.
Gosh, mister...
you sure know your
convenience stores.
It's my business to know
convenience stores.
- Yes.
- Okay, squirt...
fill up the rest of that smiley
bag and I'll be on my way.
Hey uh...
how much money you figure's
in this here bag?
Uh, right about
five-hundred dollars.
What's this?
Ten percent of the gross.
Don't spend it all on dope.
Thanks.
Hey, man...
you forgot your gun.
It's yours, kid.
Get your ass out of the rat race.
That's right, son...
you got yourself a real
occupation.
Man, why are you giving me
this gun?
Well, when I was your age...
someone did the same for me.
I was a lot like you, and...
he was a lot like me.
Just returnin' the favor.
I got two pieces of advice
for you, small fry...
never believe a word
anyone says...
and never rob a store
with a loaded gun.
Never!
Yes, sir.
That way no one gets hurt.
People ask me why
I chose a life outside the law.
They say,
"Watty Watts you're a smart man.
Why do you feel you gotta hold up
every two bit convenience store,
between Dallas and Tyler?"
And I say to them...
"You ever think to ask
why they sing country?"
"You ever wonder why Morrison
became a rock star?"
Hell no.
Things just happen.
You see, I'm an artist.
Whether it's cooking breakfast
or ripping off convenience stores,
I'm an artist.
Disabysmal.
Through repetition of danger,
we become accustomed to it.
Difficulty at the beginning.
To find one's place
in the infinity of being,
one must be able to both
separate and to unite.
You see if you want something in life,
you gotta be able to
go out there and take it.
Nobody's gonna
hand it to you on a plate.
When I was a young boy...
my granddaddy, who had been
a professional bounty hunter,
he said to me, "Watty only
two things you need in life
to get by on this planet.
Love and a 45."
Well howdy, young lady.
What is a fine looking
young woman such as yourself
doing on one these dangerous,
deserted, back country Texas roads?
Hey, baby.
Did you get us some
grocery money?
I just might have.
Perhaps you'd like to join me
in my chariot
for a little romp
in the moonlight?
Perhaps I would.
Her name is Starlene Cheatham.
I'm Watty Watts.
We specialize in risk management.
Stop that Watty Watts.
You better quit it
or I'm gonna whip your behind.
Hey, that felt kinda good.
You know what?
I was just thinking of something.
Oh yeah, what were you thinking?
I was thinking how today's
gonna be the day.
What day is that?
The day you make
Where's that damn ring?
Come on, Star. You've been saying
that everyday since you were fifteen.
There ain't gonna be no ring today.
Mm-hmm.
I know today's gonna be the day.
Yes.
to tickle you
till you ask me
the big question.
And if that doesn't work...
I'm gonna hold that gun
up to your head...
till you ask me what I like.
Wait.
- Huh?
- Did you hear that?
I don't want to hear it, baby.
Listen.
Wait who is that?
Go see who that is.
Oh sh*t.
Okay.
Rain down on the bugs.
Come on, little bugs.
- Creepy, You pissin' again?
- Drink it up.
Well, if it ain't my favorite
two homicidal maniacs...
Creepy Cody and Dinosaur Bob.
How you boys doin'?
Watty Watts.
I hope we didn't wake you
too early this fine morning.
Yeah, we been partying
all night.
Yeah, I see you boys are lookin'
proper and prim this morning.
Man, we've been
in a different time zone.
For us it's four 'o clock
in the afternoon.
Well, it ain't four o'clock
in the afternoon for me, boys.
We didn't think so, Watty.
What ya doin' to my tomatoes, man?
- He's watering 'em.
- I eat those tomatoes, a**holes.
Well, we stopped by to remind
you today is payday.
Why don't you two speed freaks
get lost?
I haven't eatin'
my breakfast yet.
You know, I hate breakfast.
It makes me want to puke.
You just...
Go on back to...
Whatever it was you were doing.
Oh...
How's that p*ssy?
meaning there, Bob.
As least for your sake
I hope I didn't.
Watty...
Hey, we just came by
to remind you that today,
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