Playing God Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 94 min
- 299 Views
with a voice.
Come on, Raymond.
Just make the deal,
and we can all go home.
Well.
Silicone valley's
greatest hits.
The cash.
I'm sure we can
look forward to a long
and prosperous relationship.
have gotten confusing.
I'm afraid, sir,
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Confused? I'm not
the least bit confused.
I'm sorry. My English
is not so good.
Please, forgive me.
My English is perfect.
No!
Cover all exits!
Get down to the car.
We've been played.
- Oh, my God.
- Hey.
Oh, my!
That could have gone
a bit smoother.
What are you doing?
What am I doing?
I'm f***ing everybody!
Look at that?
Everybody's wired.
Michael! Sit on that guy
'til I get back.
- It's Dr. sands.
- Good.
Follow him.
Tom. Tom. Look at that.
Three cars, all the same.
What a coincidence.
- That's amazing.
- You're amazing.
Can't you see what he's doing?
F***in' three-card monte.
The real f***ing shame
of it is that you have
the most beautiful lips...
That utter the filthiest
words and caress
the dirtiest places.
How could you degrade yourself?
That is the real shame?
How could ya?
Was it good with the doctor?
Does he do it for ya?
No. You're scaring me!
I'm scaring you? Well, things
do get scary when you betray
the person who loves you most.
Why, why, why, delilah
Pull alongside the doctor.
Pull alongside the doctor.
Pull over, stop your engine
and wait there!
Pull your ass over
and stay there, you...
Raymond, stop the car.
I'm not gonna stop
the f***in' car!
This is a car chase!
I went through considerable
expense to set this up.
We can't just stop!
And to the floor!
Place your bets, gentlemen!
Go straight ahead.
The doctor's goin' left.
Go straight ahead!
All right! All right.
I got him. I got him.
Use the force, Luke.
Here we go!
Against the flow!
Hey, that f***in' doctor
sure is stuck on you.
Shut up.
Tenacious little prick,
isn't he?
You know, I might even consider
some couple therapy.
F*** you!
That's right. That's right.
Oh, God!
How boring,
this f***ing doctor.
Just wait here a second, baby.
I just realized this shouldn't
take me more than a moment.
One more detail I have
to take care of, missy.
I just gotta go kill
your doctor.
Raymond!
All right, doctor boy.
What, are you gonna
shoot me, doc?
That'd be so
out of character for ya!
Since when are you such
a good judge of character?
Come on. Put up your Dukes.
Put 'em up!
Two guys fighting over a girl.
You gotta love it.
Shut up, ray.
I'm so sick of listening
to your bullshit.
Let's go, Claire.
Come on, doc! Come on!
Now, where do you think
you're goin'?
Hey, get back in the car!
Oh, now you're not
talking to me?
Relax, ray. Have a smoke.
Wait for your f.B.I. Friends.
They'll be here soon.
Claire!
F*** it.
I have to kill both of ya.
I'll be right back.
Stay back.
Thanks for comin' back, pal.
- I needed the money.
- Yeah.
H-how's it look?
Not very good.
You got a lot
of internal bleeding.
Your spleen's
probably ruptured.
So if I... if I shoot ya...
If you shoot me, we could
both die on this bridge.
Oh, hello, dear.
You're gonna save me?
I can't do that, ray.
I'm only a doctor.
The chain of events
had ended where it began,
with me leaning over a patient
trying to save a life.
Well, ray got his life...
In a state correctional
facility.
Claire, she's tryin'
to get her life back together,
but this time,
she's being very responsible.
I made her take out
insurance so she can get
a really good doctor.
Can't be everywhere, you know?
I may get my license back.
I may not. We'll see.
In any case, I guess I learned
that if you're in the business
of saving lives,
you better start with your own.
And, of course,
always call 911.
Well, you keep saying you got
a little something for me
Something you call love
well, confess
And you've been messing
Where you shouldn't
have been a-messing
And now someone else
is getting all your best
Well, these boots
are made for walking
And that's
just what they'll do
One of these days
B-b-b-boots are made
for talking
And that's just what
they'll do
And one of these days
these boots are gonna
Walk all over you
Tune in, drop out of love
Pull the trigger
I'm a heavy soothsayer
truth in blood
Alive and well
You push the buttons
Standing in line of fire
For the war my soul
Staff chords with drums
and singing
Love the children
Learn to live
with everything
Love, love, love
On the trigger hippie, yeah
Love, love, love
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