Love Lies Bleeding

In the dream, it's late afternoon...

...and the shadows are growing long

across a rich, green lawn.

And we got us a big old house

with lots of trees...

...and there's a sprinkler

on the lawn.

And I'm swinging in a hammock...

...just drifting off

on a Sunday afternoon.

And you're sitting on a blanket

in the grass...

...drinking the coolest,

sweetest, ice-cold glass of limeade.

Not that powdered sh*t

they sell in cans. No.

Real limeade. Fresh squeezed.

With real sugar

and loaded with ice cubes.

And we got us a little boy

between us.

He's just about the most special

little boy this world's ever seen.

And there's big old

puffy clouds in the sky.

We got nowhere to go.

Nothing to do.

We're just sitting there,

talking about silly things.

About good times gone by.

Remembering all the places

we've been...

...and drawing up a list

of all the places we're gonna go.

I wanna go to Hawaii.

I wanna walk along the beach.

Drink pia coladas.

You'd be the prettiest girl

on that beach.

No doubt.

Duke, let's get married.

We're going to.

- Do you mean it?

- Of course I do.

When?

Just as soon

as we can get a little ahead.

- I love you, Duke.

- I love you too.

That's 19.22.

Fifteen, 16, 17, 18, 19.

Take that off, please.

Stay there.

- What are you looking at?

- My fiance's bicycle.

No way, man.

I got that thing behind K-Mart.

- You say it's yours?

- I said it's my fiance's.

Go ahead and take it.

It's locked.

Ah, man.

Anyone got a key?

Ricky's got the key.

He's down in Barstow.

Sorry, homey. Can't help you here.

You were in our place again.

You need to learn to respect

your neighbors, my friend.

That's how you show me respect?

Calling me a thief? And a liar?

- I just want the bike back.

- No problem. Come get it.

Oh, my God, what happened?

- Nothing.

- Baby, there's glass in it. Go sit down.

- Go on.

- I'm fine.

Go sit down.

So you went down there, didn't you?

I saw your bike chained up outside.

What did you want me to do?

Oh, sh*t.

Hold still.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

Did you pick up work today?

- Half day.

- Don't they need you back?

I got a interview tomorrow.

Office job.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Baby, that's great.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

- I did, as soon as you took a breath.

- Yeah, that's funny.

Imagine me, office job.

So you're not gonna tell them

you're on parole, right?

I'm not gonna tell them

unless they ask.

But if they ask, I gotta tell them.

You know, the landlord called

about rent again.

Oh, great. Well, did you tell him

we were robbed again?

Yes. And he said

he still has to pay the bank.

Well, how about he pays

for f***ing security?

Don't yell at me now, Duke, please.

Look, babe, I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm just frustrated.

I never even used

that old bike anyway.

- That's not the point.

- Let it go, Duke, please.

We have enough ugly in our lives.

You never wished me

happy birthday.

Oh, babe.

I'm sorry.

Happy birthday.

Hey, come on, don't do that.

I hate it when you do that.

Things are gonna be okay.

We're gonna have that little house...

...with the hammock and the grass

and all the rest, okay?

How, Duke?

How is that ever gonna happen?

I know it's hard to see sometimes.

You know what it's like?

It's like we're standing

on the bank of a river.

If we could just get to the other side,

things will be okay, you know?

And we will.

We will.

You remembered?

Duke, this is beautiful.

Happy birthday.

Oh, my God.

Try it on. Let's see.

- Wait a minute. We can't afford this.

- It was my mom's.

Oh, my God.

There are times, I swear...

...times when it all goes away.

Wrangle me up some fries, hang them

on the side of my car door?

You want chili cheese with those?

- How's your ulcer, Eddie?

- Like a scab that won't heal, man.

Ketchup will do, darling.

- Hey, boys.

- What's up?

Pollen.

Jesus, God, man.

You place me in good company.

Look, the money's close.

- Get me out, I'll get it back for you.

- Is that right?

Come on, Pollen,

I'm freezing my balls off here.

I imagine that's true.

Come on, Pollen, we go way back.

You're talking to me about things

that are really of no interest.

Where is my money?

Okay, look, listen,

this is not my fault, okay?

I took the money to make the buy,

like you said.

That's what I did. Then these

punk kids show up with guns blazing.

Took the money and the dope.

Ripped me off.

Bernie, I wanna believe you, I do.

You don't have

a great history with the truth.

Not this time. I'm telling the truth.

Now you are about as jacked up

as I have ever seen you.

Makes me wonder where you got this

stuff because you didn't have cash.

Jimmy The Leg. Jimmy The Leg.

You could ask him.

He did a major score last night.

He gave me a little bit this morning,

just to, you know, calm my nerves.

It didn't take.

Give me your hands.

My hands?

Come on, just offer up your hands.

I need you

to offer me up your hands.

Come on, what are you doing?

I just need to be sure.

It's just a new polygraph thing

I'm working on, kind of old-school.

Now, offer me your hands.

Get his hands.

Hey, hey, hey, Pollen, hey, man.

Pollen, Pollen, I swear

I'm telling the f***ing truth, man.

Just calm down, all right?

I just wanna be sure, that's all.

Now, which one?

- What? What are you talking about?

- Do you want the right or the left?

- I'm telling the truth.

- Left or right?

- I'm telling you the truth.

- Right, or left?

- Pollen, don't do this.

- Right?

- No, no, no.

- Oh, man.

- Right, right!

- Tell us.

No, please, no.

I'm telling the f***ing truth, man.

I'm telling you the truth.

You know something?

I think I believe him.

He may be telling the truth.

- That's tender.

- Don't.

Now, where is my money?

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Get out of here, do you hear me?

Come on, get out of here.

Come on, leave.

Come on, holmes, come on.

Let's get out of here.

You can't take that. That is my...

- Who do you think you are, huh?

- I know who you are.

Sit your ass down.

What's this?

- Fine ass.

- Take the VCR.

See you.

They don't give a damn about us.

And they're never going to.

Duke, come on.

How many?

Five, maybe six.

Guns?

Cap guns, cheap sh*t.

Eddie?

All set, brother, let's do it.

You'd better be here

when we get back.

Right here.

Hey, hey, hey, vatos.

Sit down.

- Eddie?

- Clear.

How the f*** do you guys listen

to this sh*t?

This can go one of two ways. Fast.

That way you can get back

to broadening your horizons...

...via the video revolution. Or slow.

Which you won't enjoy,

but I guarantee you, I will.

- Now, where's my f***ing money?

- F*** you.

There's one in every crowd.

Now, I'm trying to be patient here.

Who's your lieutenant?

You the man?

Okay. Where's my money?

What money? I ain't got no money.

I want you to imagine...

...you're staring into the eyes

of the devil himself.

And he's very pissed off.

Now, where is my f***ing money?

- There's your f***ing money.

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