Reservoir Dogs Page #7
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- 1992
- 99 min
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MR. WHITE
That was the plan, we meet here.
MR. PINK
Then where is everybody? I say
the plan became null and void once
we found out we got a rat in the
house. We ain't got the slightest
f***in idea what happened to Mr.
Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could
both be dead
or arrested. They could be
sweatin 'em, down at the station
house right now. Yeah they don't
know the names, but they can sing
about this place.
I mean, that could be happening
right now. As we speak, the cops
could be in their cars, drivin
here this minute.
MR. WHITE
I swear to god I'm f***in jinxed.
MR. PINK
What?
MR. WHITE
Two jobs back, it was a four man
job, we discovered one of the team
was an undercover cop.
MR. PINK
No sh*t?
MR. WHITE
Thank god, we discovered in time.
We hadda forget the whole f***in
thing. Just walked away from it.
MR. PINK
So who's the rat this time? Mr.
Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's
Joe's show, he set this whole
thing up. Maybe he set it up to
set it up.
MR. WHITE
I don't buy it. Me and Joe go
back a long time. I can tell ya
straight up, Joe definitely didn't
have anything to do with this
bullshit.
MR. PINK
Oh, you and Joe go back a long
time. I known Joe since I was a
kid. But me saying Joe definitely
couldn't have done it is
ridiculous. I can say I
definitely didn't do it, cause I
know what I did or didn't do. But
I can't definitely say that about
anybody else, 'cause I don't
definitely know. For all I know,
you're the rat.
MR. WHITE
For all I know, you're the rat.
MR. PINK
Now you're using your head. For
all we know, he's the rat.
Mr. Pink points OFFSCREEN to Mr. Orange. Mr. White's
expression changes.
MR. WHITE
Jesus Christ!
11 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
They run over to Mr. Orange, who's unconscious. The
CAMERA hovers over the action. Mr. Pink reaches him
first.
MR. PINK
Is he dead?
Mr. White pushes him out of the way. He feels the pulse
on Mr. Orange's neck.
MR. PINK
So, is he dead or what?
MR. WHITE
He ain't dead.
MR. PINK
So what is it?
MR. WHITE
I think he's just passed out.
MR. PINK
He scared the f***in sh*t outta
me. I thought he was dead fer
sure.
Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table.
MR. WHITE
He will be dead fer sure, if we
don't get him to a hospital.
MR. PINK
We can't take him to a hospital.
MR. WHITE
Without medical attention, this
man won't live through the night.
That bullet in his belly is my
fault. Now while that might not
mean jack sh*t to you, it means a
helluva lot to me. And I'm not
gonna just sit around and watch
him die.
MR. PINK
Well, first things first, staying
here's goofy. We gotta book up.
MR. WHITE
So what do you suggest, we go to a
hotel? We got a guy who's shot in
the belly, he can't walk, he
bleeds like a stuck pig, and when
he's awake, he screams in pain.
MR. PINK
You gotta idea, spit it out.
MR. WHITE
Joe could help him. If we can get
in touch with Joe, Joe could get
him to a doctor, Joe could get a
doctor to come and see him.
During Mr. Pink's dialog, we slowly ZOOM in to a
C.U. of Mr. White.
MR. PINK (OS)
Assuming we can trust Joe, how we
gonna get in touch with him? He's
supposed to be here, but he ain't,
which is making me nervous about
being here. Even if Joe is
on the up and up, he's probably
not gonna be that happy with us.
Joe planned a robbery, but he's
got a blood bath on his hands now.
Dead cops, dead robbers, dead
civilians...Jesus Christ! I tend
to doubt he's gonna have a lot of
sympathy for our plight. If I was
him, I'd try and put as much
distance between me and this mess
an humanly possible.
MR. WHITE
Before you got here, Mr. Orange
was askin me to take him to a
hospital. Now I don't like
turning him over to the cops, but
if we don't, he's dead. He begged
me to do it. I told him to hold
off till Joe got here.
MR. PINK (OS)
Well Joe ain't gettin here. We're
on our own. Now, I don't know a
goddamn body who can help him, so
if you know somebody, call 'em.
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