Mob Rules Page #5
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- 2010
- 97 min
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Easy, man, easy. Easy!
Don't f*** with Oprah.
Look, man.
This doesn't
have to get messy.
You say you work hard for your money.
You can make more.
Nah. Thing is,
this kind of thing
always gets messy, mate.
- You no have appointment.
- See?
I've got my f***ing
appointment right here.
You're f***ing kidding
me, aren't you?
It's all right.
I got this.
Mama-san...
we're not here for you.
Now sit the f*** down.
And you over there.
Huh-uh.
- Uh!
- Just do it.
I know you.
I mean, I know you're
a North London nigga,
but who pointed you at me?
Who sent you here
to f*** with me?
What did they
tell you, eh?
That you can make a little
name for yourself,
come over here
and make it big stateside?
So you cowboyed up
with your mate Tonto here
and you thought you'd
give it a f***ing go?
Let me tell you
a little secret.
Every f***er thinks they're
John Wayne out here.
What did he tell you,
big fella?
Did he tell you
I'd be easy?
You should hit me while
I'm having a massage with my lady?
While I'm unprotected?
Bet he didn't tell you
that I own this f***ing place, did he?
- F*** this sh*t.
- Hey.
My friend, I wouldn't
do that if I were you.
Then I guess I'm lucky
you're not me.
You better f***ing know how to tango,
you gonna touch me like that.
She's from Brooklyn, man.
What can I tell you?
Didn't you check the b*tch?
He doesn't wear a gun, so why
should I think she does?
Besides, she's
practically naked.
You gave your b*tch a gun?
Do I look like the kind of man
who'd give his woman a gun?
Chilli, tell this fool
I didn't give you that gun.
Whoa whoa.
Who you calling your b*tch?
I didn't call you a b*tch.
He called you a b*tch.
I didn't say sh*t.
I wanna know who you're
calling your b*tch.
I did not call you
a b*tch.
He called you a... do you know what?
Shoot the b*tch.
You'll be saving me
50 grand a month.
What do you mean,
save you 50 grand a month?
What with the penthouse
and the Gucci this and the Prada that
and the Louis Vuitton
and the Ca-f***ing-valli.
I have to learn Italian
just to figure out
what you're doing
with my f***ing money.
Well, maybe I'm trying
to give you some f***ing class.
Class? Darling,
you think it's classy
to put a poodle
in a $1,500 bag.
She's a Lhasa apso.
Maybe I should
move in with you
and that b*tch wife of yours
and save on the rent.
I f***ing told you already...
do not talk about my wife.
Enough of this
Dr. Phil sh*t!
Okay.
Chilli, put the gun down.
Put the f***ing gun down.
Him first.
All right,
take it easy.
Okay?
What the f*** is
wrong with you?
You told me this
motherf***er was easy.
I never said he was easy.
Nah.
This is bullshit.
You just gonna
let them shoot me?
He was never
gonna shoot you.
- You didn't know that.
- Yeah well, I know it now, don't I?
We'll be doing him a favor if I put
a bullet between his eyes.
I'm not even worth
$200,000 to you?
Could we have this
conversation later, please?
Thank you.
This sh*t isn't working.
Time for plan B.
I ain't got a plan B.
Well, my plan is
we let this f***er know that
we'll do whatever it takes.
Man, you let
an 85-lb 12-year-old
and an ex-stripper
get a drop on you.
I'm 16.
Shut up!
Keep it up, Lucy Liu,
and you're gonna miss the prom.
Oh, this is bollocks.
Now that you've had
your little domestic,
do you mind if I check your
girl for any more weapons?
Satisfied?
You know about me,
don't you?
You knew coming in here
I was never gonna
give it up easy.
Right?
So that begs the question,
what are you really
here for?
What?
Now you know.
Drive!
Where's Reggie?
Just drive the f***ing car!
- He's still in there!
- Drive, will you, man?! Reggie's dead!
Reggie's... he's dead.
It's been 10 f***ing years.
What took you so long?
10 years today.
F***ing hell.
All these years,
I thought I put all this
sh*t behind me forever.
Well, forever came today.
My brother died
making you rich.
- That's what you believe?
- That's what I know.
So what is this?
You come here to kill me?
This is retribution,
is it?
Why now, Anton?
Patience is a virtue.
Mine's running out.
I bet you had this all
worked out, didn't you?
Had it all planned.
Like Reggie would.
In the end,
plans are just a gauge
of what went wrong.
See, me and Reggie
only wanted to make
enough to open a club.
Bosh!
We're in
before anyone can see.
Why am I the Indian?
Because the f***ing
cowboys always win.
- All right.
- Yeah.
So who's
the getaway driver?
I've got someone...
someone I trust.
- Really?
- Yeah.
The guard has to cross
the entire length
of the building.
He has to unlock the cage,
go up the stairs into the room
with the security monitors.
If he grabs a cup of tea...
that's four minutes until Shank
and his men drive away
until we can be seen...
Then the getaway car
pulls right up
to the door
and waits.
The door's not reinforced.
We jimmy the f***ing lock...
bosh, we're in.
Then we went over
to the old Red Lion for a few bevvies.
And there was this one
bird in particular.
You know, she was having
a few words with me.
This bird at the bar says,
"It's all right, darling.
I'm already coming
home with you."
I said, "No no no no.
This drink's for me."
What was that?
Frank. Frank.
We got a problem down here.
Wait here.
I see movement
on the right.
F***!
- Where?
- On the right! On the right!
Don't see 'em!
I see 'em.
I see 'em over there.
Hold up!
Wait for Frank.
I f***ed up.
It was supposed
to be easy.
All right, listen.
We are not done yet.
Let me tell you,
either we leave
here together
or we make our stand
right here together.
- Okay?
- Miles Davis.
How many f***ing times do we
gotta have this conversation?
There wouldn't be
a Miles Davis
if it wasn't
for Charlie Parker.
Yeah.
Well, it is my funeral.
Listen, Reg.
The car's just outside.
Come on,
we can make it.
You gotta go.
Go. Go on.
Listen, they're over
there by the door.
It's never personal.
It's the first rule, remember?
It's your f***ing rule!
This looks very
f***ing personal to me.
You should have
f***ing told me!
I'll give you 50 grand.
- 50 grand?
- Yeah.
Pounds or dollars?
Man.
F***ing look at you.
You're so much like him you've even got
the Reggie swagger.
"Cool," he used to say,
"like a Miles Davis riff."
Reggie never would've
wanted this for you.
- Or for Marley.
- Oy. Sh*t-note.
Enough.
to see this f***ing bullet
- go through your f***ing head!
- Pounds.
It's Reggie's cut.
I never touched it.
I know what he told you,
but Reggie was full of sh*t.
He said there was
500, 800,
$1 million
in the bag.
But when I opened it, there was a
hundred thou and some cash and change
and some little bits of paper and some
bonds I couldn't do anything with.
There was even a couple
of f***ing IOUs.
Everything I've got here,
I made.
I used my money to make sure
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