Negative Page #2
- UNRATED
- Year:
- 2017
- 99 min
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Yeah, fair enough. You're
not gonna tell me who you are.
Ah, your deal?
I was in transition of sorts.
Oh, we could say the same thing.
Um, burdening your soul on me
Well, you really do live
on front street.
- Referring to my honesty?
- And your blunt delivery.
It's effective.
I was gonna say rude.
[instrumental music]
[Natalie]
Bathroom's yours. Go ahead.
You know what?
I think I'll hold it.
I didn't know the princess
required five stars.
[sighs]
[instrumental music]
Get whatever you want.
Is there a real meal
in my future?
Why ask if there's not?
Thought you might say that.
What part of this
feels like a vacation?
Is there toothbrush
in front of you?
- Yes.
- Could you grab one?
What are you gonna do with it?
Brush my teeth.
- Alright.
- One toothpaste, too, please.
Colgate, if they have it.
Hm, priorities. Colgate.
Dental hygiene.
Uh, c-can I get one?
It is recommended.
Prevents cavities.
I know you don't think
this is a joke.
Right again.
But you're screwing
with my life!
No, I am saving it.
[sighs]
Well, to-tonight's plan?
- I deserve to know that much.
- Relax.
You're gonna get
your beauty rest
and this fantasy meal
you have in mind, okay?
[sighs]
Okay.
- Happy?
- Okay.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
- Hi. Two for tonight?
- Yes, please.
Yeah, please.
[female 1] Your server, Savannah,
will be with you
in a second to get you started.
Thank you.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
[sighs]
As you requested.
Well, you sure know
how to treat a fellow.
See anything you like?
"Diner signs up for mediocrity
by definition."
How so?
we do a little bit of everything
and we'll make it somewhat
palatable
as you choke it down
but we're not here to make
any one thing great.
Well, you thought
a lot about this.
Well, you asked me
what I might be getting
here's my advice.
Place like this,
breakfast for dinner.
That's the move here.
Well, you'll have to excuse me
if I don't do the same.
Must have a decent salad.
Well, good luck with that.
I warned you.
Welcome. You guys
ready to order?
Cobb salad, dressing on the side
and an unsweetened tea, please.
- You got it. For you?
- Can I get eggs and bacon?
And can I add a sausage link
and a piece of ham steak?
- The Kid Texas?
- Exactly.
I should have ordered
by name for fun.
Coming right up. Don't steal
anything from me, okay?
[laughs]
Who or what is a Kid Texas?
Yeah, I can't imagine
in ye Old England. Hm.
[crickets creaking]
- Alright.
- Thank you.
That was Monday.
Tuesday was the casing
of the joint.
Check doors, count windows
identify the security systems,
its strengths and weaknesses
check for both entry points
and quick exits
Wednesday, gather
any necessary equipment
based on the primitive search.
Thursday, game on. Break in.
Take what he recognizes,
valuable, and get out.
Friday and Saturday, travel. Get
as far from town as possible.
Trade or sell
what he couldn't keep
and when it was Sunday morning
again, I think
he robbed 13, 14 houses.
And how did he get caught?
Still don't get
why they call him Texas
if he worked his way
through the Northwest.
Good question, and they both
have the same answer
which makes the story so cool.
Thursday mornings,
day of the heist
game day is ritual.
He'd go to the nearest diner
and order this exact breakfast.
One scrambled egg,
one sausage link
one piece of bacon,
one slice of ham steak.
It was off the children's menu.
- They called it...
- A Kid Texas.
Yeah, and after nine houses in
the authorities linked
and started to map it out.
They'd have the managers
of ten or eighteen
dined by themselves
and ordered that.
It wasn't the most
perfect of plans
but they eventually
apprehended the guy.
Story of Kid Texas.
I don't know if I believe it.
Well, it's your prerogative.
Call it a legend
if you re-tell it.
I'll use the bathroom.
I'll get the check.
Thanks for the food break.
[Natalie]
You're welcome.
- Here you go.
- Okay, keep the change.
[Savannah]
Thanks.
This is crazy.
[water sloshing]
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
And where are you headed?
Oh...
This is exactly the kind
of attention we don't want.
- Guys climbing out of windows.
- Uh, what? We?
Do-don't act like we're a team.
You say if I leave you,
they'll find and kill me
but I'm not so sure
that sticking with you
doesn't end with me
being dead, as well.
Risk versus reward.
Did you learn
the art of conversation
from a fortune cookie?
Have I said anything so far
you don't understand?
No, it's just very terse.
It lacks nuance.
- It's by design.
- Copy that, RoboCop.
- I'm not a police officer.
- I can't do this anymore.
There are less comfortable
ways of doing this, you know?
More threats.
[sighs]
My patience has
a tendency to dissipate
and my kindness
has been known to expire.
Oh. Message received,
loud and clear.
My way of speaking
must be contagious.
[sighs]
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
Hold on.
[Hollis sighs]
Okay, let's go.
[Natalie]
One room and two beds, please.
At this time I've only got
rooms with a single bed.
It's fine.
[inhales sharply]
So, uh, are you two staying
for the whole night?
Yes.
It's 50.
I'll have your change
in the morning.
[Natalie]
Sure.
It's room 12,
checkout's at 11:00.
Excuse me, d-do you
happen to know
the thread count
on the sheets here?
What the f***
are you talkin' about?
No.
[sighs]
So how does this work?
You take the bed,
grab a few hours of sleep
I'll take watch
and then we'll switch.
[sighs]
Is that really necessary?
Yes.
Are you watching me
or out the window?
What about the time I watched
you come out of a window?
Gas station, there were
two closed-circuit cameras
five witnesses at the diner.
Less of an issue
when we are on the move
but now that we are staying put
who are following us
to gain back
some of the distance.
In case they do,
I would like to know that
so when it's your turn
to take watch
I expect you
to take it seriously.
Great talk.
Sure enough, that won't
give me nightmares.
I can't sleep.
I'm serious.
What do you recommend?
Sheep, white fence.
How many of them jump over
in identical succession?
It's classic for a reason.
You had to f***in' drive?
I don't care
No one's talkin' about driving.
- I was talking about...
- Yeah.
I'll tell you what, it seems
like there is somebody
f***in' talkin' about drivin'
and that's this guy.
You just, I want you to listen.
You are mine, alright?
All of it, even those
f***ed-up ears of yours.
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