Retroactive Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 91 min
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Can't say I didn't try.
Don't want you yapping|behind my back now.
Damn, it's good|to be in America!
Wake up, Sam.|The man is here.
- How'd it go?|- Goddamn went great.
He's always gotta come here|and get his beer.
You like that Australian beer?|He's always gotta get that.
Says it reminds him of his dad.
He took off for Australia|and left him when he was ten.
You know you don't|have to stay with him.
Sometimes I just wanna take a knife|and cut out his heart.
Honey, you don't wanna|do something like that.
I'm gonna give you the number|of a woman's shelter.
Call 'em any time.|They can help.
Yep.
Look what I got here.|This is the mother lode.
- What the hell...|- I don't know what these do...
but they sure pay for them.
I can't program my VCR.
You may wanna use|that phone over there.
Here.
Take care of yourself.
Don't you worry about me.|I'll be fine.
That's more cash|than I've ever seen.
Thanks for the ride.
Freeze!
Do either of you know where we could|find a place to camp around here?
- I'm sorry. I'm not from around here.|- Down the road about ten miles.
Ten miles? Great.|Thanks a lot.
I'm going to Mexico|with my Rayanne.
I hope it works out.|You watch the water down there.
I know that water's|supposed to be rough.
- Hey, Frank.|- Give you the shits, they say.
Frank, come here. Remember that guy|I told ya about?
He gave me these.
Bullshit.
It's bullshit, Sam.
- You show these to anybody else?|- No, Frank. That's your girl.
Bullshit!|You show these to somebody else?
- No, I didn't!|- That's bullshit!
Think I must've|dropped my wallet.
- F*** you.|- You show anyone else those pictures?
Goddamn it!
Don't worry about it, a**hole!
What the hell...
What are you doing?
Rayanne, pour me a beer|would you?
Would you stop, please?|I was getting out there.
There's a tow truck back there.|Maybe you didn't realize...
Will somebody please tell me|why is it...
that women can change their minds|whenever the mood strikes them?
We all have moments|where we rethink choices.
- It's natural.|- Natural.
Natural pain in the ass.
You want a beer?
- You sure you don't want a beer?|- Yes.
- You do want a beer.|- No.
That's what I mean!
Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no.
Do you or do you not|want a goddamned beer?
No, I don't want|one of your goddamned beers!
Why don't you shut the hell up|and leave me alone?
Drink it.
I'll leave you alone.
Where are we going?
You see, Karen, my wife Rayanne here,|she seems to think...
that I'm one of those bad to the bone,|unrepentant a**holes.
I think she brings it out in me.|What do you think?
It seems to me that you two|can work it out.
Is that what you think?|I think it's a little too late for that.
It's way too late.
I know now that|it'll never work out.
'Cause, you see...
I've had a sudden,|unforeseen realization...
that has left me saddened...
and terribly hurt.
What are you talking about?
It occurred to me back there that|I had seen that pickup truck before.
Maybe, Rayanne...
you might have|an understanding going on.
Come on!
This is Frank.
You can tell me the truth.
Tell me.
Lie! You're always|lying to me!
Sam...
was thoughtful enough to show me|some photographs of you.
I was shocked. I've never|seen you like that before.
I don't know what you mean.
Talking about the f***ing beaner|you've been f***ing!
That's what I'm talking about!
- He's gonna kill me!|- Look at me.
She's right.
I am gonna kill her.|Sh*t's what it is.
Talk to me.
Turn around|and talk about this.
We can work this out.|Come on.
You're a big guy.|You don't need a gun.
Put the gun down.
Open the door! Sh*t.
Here we go.
Sh*t!
Oh, my God!|Thank God!
- The door. Is it locked?|- It locks automatically.
You sure?|Is it bulletproof?
- I suppose so.|- We have to call the police.
This man, he just|shot his wife.
Relax. Nobody can|get through that door.
You don't understand.|The man is a killer and he's after me.
Relax. You're hurt. Let me|get something to clean that cut.
No, listen to me.|What is your name?
Brian.
Okay, Brian,|do you understand me?
You have to call the police now,|you got me?
I have a woman here|who's apparently been injured.
Hold on. Sh*t!
Undo.
Damn!
Oh, my God.
And there was this woman.
She's some kind of secretary|or something.
She sees my belt buckle,|and she says...
She goes like this.|She says, "Frank...
That's a good-looking belt buckle."
And I don't know.|This just popped into my head.
Don't ask me how.|I just said to her.
Guess what I say.
Somebody guess|what I said to her.
I don't know.|What'd you say?
I said, "lt'd look even better with|your forehead pressed against it."
That just popped into my head!
What's wrong? You don't wanna experience|my razor-sharp wit back there?
I'll just listen to some music.
- You like...|- I hate country music.
How can you hate country music?
I just do.
What's the name of that book?
- Psychotherapy.|- Is that right?
It provides a framework to work out|what you might do...
if you could go back|and change your life.
- Well...|- I know it sounds like bullshit to you.
You took the words|right out of my mouth.
It's not.|It's therapeutic role-playing.
You like that role-playing thing,|do ya?
Just like Tarzan and Jane.|Right, Frank?
You and I are connected.|You are reading my mind.
If you don't mind me saying, you're|driving too fast for your own good.
I bet it feels like 55.
Feels like it.
But it won't seem like it|to that cop back there.
What cop?
Sh*t! Why didn't you tell me?|Goddamn son of a b*tch!
I already got three goddamn tickets.|My insurance is gonna go sky-high.
Whoa! Stay right there, mister.
I did not ask you|to exit your vehicle.
Officer,|just stretching my legs.
I wanna see your license|and registration.
Yes, sir, but you gotta tell me|one thing first.
What in the hell|did I do wrong?
Doing 78 miles an hour|in a 55-mile zone...
- What are you doing?|- The gun. Where is it?
- What are you talking about?|- Frank's gun. Where is it?
He never goes anywhere|without that gun.
Sh*t.
Them two's my women.
Bigamy is against the law.
Officer, could you tell me|where the nearest gas station is?
Ma'am, would you please|return to your vehicle?
Get in the car.
- Ma'am.|- Listen to that officer...
and go back into that car.
You see, I had a problem|with my car...
He's got a gun, Officer!
Freeze!
Officer, I'm with the Chicago Police|Department. This is a wanted man.
That's bullshit!|I got a license to carry that gun.
Freeze!
Get off me, b*tch!|Rayanne, stop!
My baby!
God!
Sh*t! You b*tch!
What the hell you doing here?
Who the hell are you?|Look what you did to my wife!
Sh*t!
What the hell you want?
Don't move!
Bastard!
- What the hell...|- Drive on. Get the police.
Don't! She's a psycho killer!|She'll kill us all!
- Bullshit!|- She's crazy!
She just killed my wife.|She killed the trooper.
- Wife?|- He killed her.
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