Mob Rules Page #4
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- 2010
- 97 min
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I know. Everyone's tired.
We're all tired.
Keep it coming.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You're a cop?
Yeah. You?
I'm nobody.
I'm hungry, babe.
I buried all of my enemies, Wall.
And most of my friends.
I'm hungry.
We'll stop for Chinese.
I hate Chinese.
I'm trying to pull your
baggie of dope out of my ass.
Hold on.
Look, do you want
the sh*t?
All right.
And where exactly
are you right now?
I'm in the toilet.
Literally.
All right, that's cool.
I got my b*tch right now
in the ladies' room
right next to you.
- Hold tight.
- What?
Sydney.
- Mikie.
- Listen, the sh*t I gave you,
there's this f***ed-up
Mexican in the men's room.
- I'm not Mexican.
- I want you to wait outside the door.
When he comes out,
give the sh*t to him.
He'll be the one looking
like an illegal on the 4th of July.
- I heard you, Mikie.
- Girl, what?
Is he still
in the bathroom?
Hold on.
Sal.
- Hey.
- You still in the bathroom?
Yeah, he's still
in the bathroom.
Tell him to put his ear
to the wall.
Hold on.
Sal, put your ear
to the wall.
What?
- Who's your b*tch now, Mikie?
- Sydney, I know you didn't!
Psst. See that?
God damn it.
F*** f*** f***!
Charlie. Charlie!
Oh, shoot.
What the f*** is wrong
with you, man?
You could have been the first
motherf***er killed by a hybrid.
F***ing hell.
If he was a second...
a second faster,
the motherf***er dead,
dread.
Jesus Christ, man.
You don't wanna live!
Idiot!
Hey.
Little Jimmy.
I was just going to
give you a call.
I know it.
I have your money.
Well, I don't exactly
have it all right now,
on me I mean,
but tomorrow.
I got a call from
this guy in the hills.
He's a good customer
and he's having a...
Well, anyway, he's having a party
tonight and he's out of sh*t.
Embarrassing, right?
Well, anyway, he says
he'll pay whatever.
I should definitely
be able to get what
I owe you for tomorrow.
- What do you need?
- Come here. Come here.
Thank you.
So we're cool?
Time is...
running out.
When the little hand
is on the six
and the big hand
is on the 12,
if I don't have my money
in my hand,
you better just
fall down and die.
All right.
Sure.
No problem.
Ciao, bella.
Ciao.
You know what?
Let's skip the spa tonight.
It's the last Thursday
of the month.
You said you were hungry, so let's...
let's just go back to the diner.
No, baby,
I got tension.
What is up
with you tonight?
What is that?
Wall, what is that?
What's that, boss?
That ticking.
You hear it?
You don't hear it?
It's not
a f***ing clock, Wall.
We trade in this
piece of sh*t tomorrow.
But, boss, we just got
this six months ago.
Hey, don't f***ing look
at her like I'm not in this car,
'cause she don't pay
for your sh*t.
I f***ing pay
for your sh...
F*** the both of you.
This car's got a tick.
- You want me to turn around?
- No.
Ms. Mizuno's expecting us.
- They're late.
- Man, shut the f*** up!
You should be happy
I can get some more sh*t tonight.
He cool.
Really? 'Cause he
don't look cool to me.
What you got for me?
- How much?
- 15.
No, that's too much.
It's too much.
Come on.
Well, maybe you should
get your sh*t at Target.
- Take it.
- All right.
It's cool.
Come on.
What can I say?
Supply and demand.
I heard that.
All right, baby girl.
All right, let's go.
What you gonna do
with all that?
It's none of your business.
You ever get tired
of climbing on rooftops,
running through alleys?
You ever think
about retirement?
You're kidding me, ain't you?
What life have I got?
Broken marriage,
no kids
and an ex-wife who's screwing
me for everything I've got.
Nah.
This is the life for me.
The adrenaline, the rush...
it's what keeps me alive.
There's only one way
to go.
You'll end up in a box,
six foot under.
We're all in boxes, mate.
I guess it's just
the ones we choose, right?
What? This wouldn't happen
if you had a shorter car.
Yeah, well, maybe I should
get a taller girlfriend.
Should I wait?
No, you go back to the club
and you babysit the money.
And you watch your back, because
and I'm beginning
to think he's right.
- Watch your back.
- Uh-huh.
There he goes.
It's pay day.
Will you tell that b*tch
to open the door?
She acts like
she f***ing owns the place.
Ken.
English, Mom.
Call me next week.
Maybe we'll have another party.
- But I got the stuff.
- Do you have a watch?
Rolex?
I doubt that.
'Cause if you had a Rolex,
then you'd know that
when I called you last week
and told you that
I needed the sh*t tonight,
that that was last night.
And now
it's f***ing tomorrow!
Well, you said
you needed it.
I'm clean now. I haven't touched that
sh*t in three and a half weeks.
I'm a director now.
You need to find God.
That's what you need.
Oh come on, man.
You take it
and then you use it
when you want.
No no no no no.
I'm a Pilates instructor now.
Yeah, I lost,
like,
161 lbs.
Yeah, you should
see my ass now.
All right.
And here she comes.
- Who the f*** is that?
- Shh.
That is the key.
Oh sh*t.
Hello, brown sugar.
What the f*** you doing?
Someone could be watching.
Somebody is watching.
- Oh baby!
- Yes yes!
Yes yes!
Oh yeah.
Oh baby. Oh yeah.
You know what
I want you to say?
I want you to say wasabi
in Japanese.
- Wasabi is in Japanese.
- I know, but I want you to say it!
Yes! Yes!
Whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa.
Wait wait wait,
wait wait wait.
F***, I'm not
even finished yet.
Ow!
I thought you said
this wasn't gonna hurt.
I better look f***ing 12
when I leave here.
We're closed.
Come back later.
It's my day off.
Well, as you can see,
I had to work.
You two boys walk
out of here now
and we'll call it quits.
No?
You really don't want
to do this.
What is wrong
with you people?
Take that sh*t out
of the girl's face.
Sit down,
both of you.
Could we get to the f***ing
point, please?
- The point?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
The point is...
$200,000.
$200,000?
That's right,
motherf***er.
No, motherf***er.
Shoot me.
You got at least that waiting to be
picked up from the Silhouette.
Your man should be
there about now.
Someone's been
telling you stories.
But 200 grand...
- You got half an hour.
- Half an hour?
I'll tell you what...
let me send you a check.
Give us your address.
I'll make sure you get it.
It's the last Thursday
of the month.
The money,
have it brought here.
Who the f*** are you?
Make the call.
Or you
and your skanky girl
won't live to see tonight.
What the f*** do
I have to do with this?
So you think I'm gonna
work hard for my money
and then I'm gonna hand it over to you
f***ing wankers?
I'll decorate this place
with your face, you little c*nt.
You think I'm f***ing
around, do you?
I think you look like Oprah Winfrey
in a ski mask so shut up.
Say something else about Oprah.
I dare you. I f***ing dare you!
All right, all right, all right.
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