Retroactive Page #4
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- Year:
- 1997
- 91 min
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try and act|like a normal human being.
Well, goddamn.
What the hell is happening?|Goddamn it, Rayanne!
I don't know who|your lady friend here is...
My lady?
but I know what you're doing,|and there is no way...
that I'm gonna let you or anybody else|take away what's rightfully mine!
What the hell you talking about?
Listen to me.|He's gonna kill you.
- Goddamn right!|- I will kill you.
You won't kill me.
- Shut up!|- Shut up!
Go ahead and shoot me, you stupid b*tch!|If you're gonna shoot, shoot!
I'm truly amazed.
Well, I'll be damned.
That's the first time you ever listened|to me. Look what you did to my vehicle!
What the hell...
Gimme that!
Help!
Help me!
Oh, sh*t!
She's got a gun!|She's gonna kill me!
- She's a crazy psycho b*tch!|- What's going on?
She's got a gun!|She killed my wife!
I'll take care of you later,|taco head.
Lady, I didn't do nothing!|I swear, lady! Please!
Wait!
- We've gotta get that piece of sh*t.|- Get in!
We're not gonna catch him.|He's too far ahead of us.
Not for long. Your pickup's gonna be|giving him a little trouble.
- No way. I just had it serviced.|- Check the tires lately?
- Sh*t. How did you know?|- Woman's intuition.
See if you can find|some more ammo for this thing.
Sh*t.
Where the hell are the police?|Brian, you bastard.
- Who's Brian?|- Never mind.
Frank's in that building somewhere,|and he's got the gun from your truck.
- You can count on it.|- How did you know I had a gun?
This is Texas, isn't it?
Yeah.
Be careful.
- Don't you move!|- Hey, lady. Whatever you want, take it.
You got that right.|I'm looking for your buddy, Frank.
- Who?|- Frank! I got something for him.
I'm right here, sweetheart.
- Come and get me.|- Come on out, Frank.
It's over!
It's not over till that big,|ugly fat woman sings that little song.
Sam, I think I found|your missing daughter here.
Sh*t.
Suppose these are real...
I can explain.
- Sh*t.|- I got it covered, Officer!
All right. Everybody, drop your guns.
Both of you! Put the guns down now.
I can't do that, Officer.|That man is trying to kill me.
This is his accomplice.
- Sam?|- I don't know what she's talking about.
He's gonna kill you.|Don't trust him.
This is bullshit, Officer.|I picked up this woman hitchhiking.
She killed my wife Rayanne.|She's gonna kill Sam and me. Arrest her.
He's a thief and a killer!
He's carrying contraband.|Make him open his shirt.
- Check him.|- Okay.
First, just everybody put your guns|down. We can work this out.
Come on, now.
We can work this out, but I am not|putting this down before you disarm him.
You hear, sir? She'll lower her weapon|if you'll lower yours.
Who the hell are you?
Okay, that's fair enough.
Hell, you're a professional|law enforcement officer.
If I can't trust you,|I can't trust nobody, can I?
It's a shame, Officer.
Real sad to see a woman|just snap like that.
Especially such a pretty one, huh?
Sir, I've got her covered.
Now if you'd just lower your gun|and open up your shirt.
What?
You heard me. Put the gun down|and open up your shirt.
Keep an eye on him, Officer.
All right.
Okay, easy, easy. All right.|There ain't nothing here.
Hell, all I got down here|is a big old beer belly...
and a couple of bullets for you!
She was right,|and you were wrong!
You bastard.|You killed her.
Yeah, well, Rayanne always did|like it south of the border.
Sh*t.
Go ahead.
I said go ahead.|Get it.
Oh, God.
Found a peanut
Found a peanut just now
- What do we do now?|- Hell, you take her on foot.
- I'll mow her down with that.|- Sounds reasonable.
But what do we do|with all those bodies?
Hell. We'll say a prayer, take their|watches and wallets, and burn them!
That's gonna stink.
Just now I cracked
- Stop!|- This doesn't look good.
- Stop!|- Don't stop.
I don't want to hit her.
Let me in, please.
- Drive.|- Where to?
Just go. Go away from here.|Come on.
Sh*t!
- Turn it around!|- That's a police car.
You don't understand.|The officer's been shot.
This guy is trying to kill me.
There's not time to turn around.
You are breaking the law!|You are on the wrong side of the road!
Bumper car!
Sh*t. Goddamn.
Yeah, whoo!
Go!
I'm going as fast as I can.
Get your heads down!
I love a good Chevrolet!
Damn!
He's on this side.
Look out!
Hang on!
Oh, God!
- Mom, Dad!|- No!
Stay in here, kiddo.|I'll be right back.
Gotcha, baby!
Where do you think|you're running off to, girl?
I thought I'd get myself a beer|right about now, Frank. Want one?
Well, baby...
where's that kid?
What kid?
Goddamn it!
Don't be difficult|at this particular junction, honey.
He's hiding, sweetheart.
Wouldn't you be if there was|a damn maniac on the loose?
Hold it.
Brian, don't you think|you're a little late?
- You know him?|- Frank.
Well, it's an itsy-bitsy world|after all.
The two of you|in on this together?
I've never seen her before|in my life.
All right, then.|We're going to Juarez...
in that mother right there,|and you get moving.
- I'm going to Mexico.|- Wait.
Listen. If you did all this,|you'll never make it to the border.
- They'll send you right back.|- Why?
They're tight with us now.|The Mexicans.
- Why?|- Well...
- Free trade.|- Free trade, my ass!
- Just have to kill you both right now.|- Wait. Hold on.
There's another way.
Is that right?
- Yes.|- Yeah?
Tell me.
Remember that little experiment|that I was working on?
What, that sci-fi bullshit?
I got it to work.
Yeah? Well, is it gonna get me|to Mexico any quicker?
No. But you can go back|and change all this.
You can get away clean.
Is that right? Bullshit!
I did it once already,|with her.
You bastard.
Is that right?
Yes, it's true, Frank.|That's how I know all about you.
You know all about me, do you?
- Yeah.|- Well, what's my favorite color, then?
What's my middle name?
What did I have for breakfast|this morning? Huh?
What universities did I attend?|This is a bunch of bullshit.
You don't know anything about me.|Just get in the goddamn car now.
You always stop here, Frank...
meet with Sam, get a package of money|and some sort of beer.
It's always some foreign beer,|because it reminds you of your dad...
who took off to Australia|when you were ten.
And I can't imagine|that you got past fourth grade.
Not even Rayanne|knew about the money.
Hell.
That's how come you knew|the end of my joke.
Damn.
Hell, Brian.
Beam me on up.
Let's check this little experiment|of yours out.
But first...
Get up! Come on.
This is quite a little family|we got here.
Four little peas in a pod|in the tunnel of love.
- So why didn't you call the cops, huh?|- I did call them.
They thought I was crazy.|They kept laughing at me and hanging up.
All right, Mr. and Mrs. Conversational.|Knock it off.
Try anything funny, I'll blow|the little bastard's brains out.
Now!
Run!
- Come on!|- Get off him!
Come here, you little brat!
Get your mitts off!
Damn!
Come on.
Oh, God.
Open sesame!
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