Playing God Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 94 min
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Ray, ray, ray.
Get the hell in the car!
We got a dead body in the car
we gotta get rid of.
Never asked your opinion.
Just get in the bloody car.
F***in' get real, man!
Just calm down
for a minute, mate.
You gotta sort out
all this sh*t.
You bring the body
to the beach house.
Sure.
It's all right.
Bye, baby.
Will you take care of him?
I'll find you later.
No, no, no, not here.
Not here.
I did everything I could.
All right.
Put the gun down, man.
Get in the car.
It's just your jive talkin'
Oh, I love this.
you're telling me lies
Jive talkin'
Where are we going?
It's right on the beach.
You'll love it.
Jive talkin'
so misunderstood, yeah
I don't know who owns it.
Jive talkin'
you're tellin' me lies
How long do you think
we're going to stay there?
Not long.
What's not long?
Like a few days? A week?
What do you think?
Listen, Drake.
This is what you want
to call a fluid situation.
I understand, but we have
to dispose of the body.
I think it's best
not to anticipate too much.
Let's take things as they come.
With all your jive talkin'
I'm tellin' a lie
Good lovin'
Still gets in my eyes
Nobody
Believes what you say
It's just your jive
talkin' that gets in the way
B*tch!
Oh, my love you're so good
Thank you.
- Where's Raymond?
- I made him think you were dead.
So you wearin' the wire
for gage?
Yeah.
Where's the nearest hospital?
That's more than
half an hour away.
What the hell happened to you?
- It's my friend.
- Bring him in.
Don't worry. Nothin' said.
Susan, can you hand me
those forceps from
Do you need a knife, doc?
No. This'll be fine.
Hey, Jerry, will you
do me a favor?
Will you take
the stethoscope off?
Put it on.
Put it over her heart.
Every time her heart beats,
I want you to tap your foot.
I need to know
what her heart's doing.
Okay, doc.
And be real careful.
Such a pretty little thing.
Just a little, teeny scar.
Oh, I'll give her a tiny scar.
You're not even
gonna know I was here.
- Here it comes.
- Oooh.
Nine millimeter.
Jerry, either her heart
stopped, or your foot stopped.
- Oh, I'm sorry, doc.
- It's okay.
Gonna be all right?
I believe she's gonna be fine.
All I got in the way
of clean clothes.
Thanks. And thanks
for helping me.
Oh, you do what good
you can, and pass it on.
You're welcome to stay,
you know.
We actually have
to move on now,
but thank you.
Sure is a lot of gloop
in there.
Gonna hurt the resale value.
It's true.
Probably have to strip it
out for parts.
Actually, I was thinking
of trading it in.
Hey.
Hi.
You okay?
Yes.
- How's the pain?
- It's better.
You should take these.
I got two left.
No, thanks.
Claire, they're painkillers.
That's actually what
they're designed for.
Yeah, I know.
Eugene?
Thank you.
Run and hide, or turn ourselves
in to the f.B. I?
Don't you hate
those little decisions?
I took the only option
any reasonable person would.
I put it on hold.
Where are we?
My family's summer house.
When I was a kid, anytime
a friend of mine got shot,
I'd bring 'em here.
Sixteen steps.
One.
- You want me to carry you?
- No.
You wanna carry me?
Is that you?
The wall of shame.
Come on.
What if your parents come home?
They won't come home.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
Well, my father's dead, so...
Sorry.
Yeah, he won't be showing up.
And my mom's retired,
so she stopped having
anything to get away from.
What does she do?
She's a doctor.
Of course.
Sit down here.
Now I get to use the line
I always wanted to use
in medical school.
Take off your clothes
and get under the sheets.
Yes, doctor.
Okay. Get some sleep.
I'll be back to take a look
at you later.
Okay. All right.
Ray, we gotta get
rid of the body.
- She was a big help.
- She was very helpful.
Maybe he doesn't have
a criminal self.
Give her something
for the pain.
She's dead!
- Ray.
- Howdy, caballeros.
What'd he say?
Spanish for "cowboy."
Oh, all right.
que Paso, Raymond?
I wanna hire a couple of maids.
Oh, I don't know, man.
- Long hours.
- The surf's up.
Yeah, the surf's up, ray.
As long as there's an ocean,
the surf will always be up.
You see that?
That's the boss.
First thing
the boss always wants...
Kiss ass.
How does hawall sound?
Hawai? It sounds good.
What do you need?
One week, maybe two;
Clean a little house;
You watch my back
until this thing clears up;
And I'll set you up in hawall.
Hula girls? Don ho.
A regular luau.
That's funny.
I didn't hear you coughing.
If you do quit,
how long 'til you're okay?
Three to four fun-filled
days of sweats,
dehydration and panic attacks.
If I crash out,
you can wake me up if...
If you need me.
You shouldn't go
through this alone.
Is that loaded?
I figured if any
of the bad guys show up,
Did you like being a doctor?
It's what I did...
Every day...
All day long.
You singin'?
One more.
Gage.
Hello, gage.
It's Raymond blossom.
Do I know you?
As well as you
can know someone you have
under 24-hour surveillance.
That Raymond blossom.
What do you want?
My girl.
I want my girl back.
- No.
Your doctor took my girl.
I want her back.
I love her.
Are you still there?
Yeah.
What if she's dead?
Well, call me
sentimental, but...
I still want her back.
All right.
Here's what I need.
I will provide you
with some merchandise to
deliver to your Chinese friend.
It's the real thing.
He analyzes it.
The programs are
a hundred percent legit.
Now, ray, this is no big bust.
You'll be wired.
You drop the line;
You get your Chinese friend
on tape buying,
and you leave quietly.
You do that,
we'll see what we can do
for you and your girl.
I'm your man.
Hi.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
How're you feeling?
Fabulous. Don't get up.
I should take a look at that.
No, that's okay.
Besides, I don't have
ten grand.
- You're not insured?
- Nope.
Anyway, you look
a lot worse than I do.
I'm actually kind of excited.
You're the first patient
I've had in a while
who's not a sociopath.
Well, I'm not snow white, am I?
I don't think any of us are.
Well, at least you used
to be something good.
And I don't know
what I've been.
So now I'm probably going
to jail with a pretty little
hole in my chest,
nicely stitched up.
I could ask the f.B.I.
For adjoining cells.
I am your doctor.
Did you call them?
No, but we have to.
Yeah.
So, it must've been great
growing up always knowing
what you wanted to be.
- Yeah, it was great.
- It was.
But when you come from
a long line of doctors, it's
not good enough to be a doctor.
You know to be
the doctor. You know?
Well, it wasn't about
being a surgeon anymore.
It was about me.
I mean, when you're a surgeon,
people come to you
and they say, "you
can save my life."
You can save the life
of my child."
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