Scramble Page #7
- Year:
- 2017
- 102 min
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He didn't want to part
with you, you know.
Begged me not to take you.
Pathetic, really.
but all I wanted was you.
You're full of sh*t.
Hey, you know, believe
what you want to believe,
but I assure you,
he didn't want to give you up.
He even tried to pay me off.
Oh, well.
Looks like we're back
where we started from,
four years ago, huh?
With you tied up
and me about to kill you.
If my memory serves me correct,
you were here...
And then you were there.
And then I never
saw you again until...
Right now.
Oh, well.
Who to start with?
The untainted one...
Or the ruined one?
Hey, harry!
What the f***, man?
Just leaving me in the car?
What the f***,
am I chopped liver?
F***.
Simon, this way! Come on!
Oh, sh*t.
Jesus.
You have really
Do you see Quinn
resisting this much?
I just don't know if this
whole thing is gonna work out.
Don't worry, we're just gonna
Gimme V.
Hey, harry.
Yeah.
Now look at this,
the gang is all here.
Now it's a f***ing party!
Oh, frank, Simon, meet harry.
Harry, black Jesus.
Breaker.
You all know Lester.
Oh, and Quinn.
We have your money.
Now give me Quinn.
Your savior's here.
Oh, um...
You know, it actually wasn't
about the money, frank.
It never was.
75 grand is just a sh*t in
the can to me, I must say.
I think it was your fascination
with Quinn that just...
Intrigued me.
But good for you, though, frank,
because I gotta tell you, buddy,
she is way outta your league.
Almost give V here
a run for her money.
Then again,
Quinn didn't try to kill me,
so then there's that.
You scumbag.
We trusted you.
Never trust a hippie, frank.
Look, you're a piece of sh*t.
Is that any way to speak
to your benefactor, Simon?
Look, I took care of you.
You already used
that one up, Simon.
Tit for tat.
That's what I always say, and...
"Tit" sounds a lot nicer.
- Mazel tov, motherf***er.
- Not so fast.
You know, I guess
it doesn't really matter
how he dies, Lester.
I want his girlfriend
to see, but beyond that,
I don't really care.
Let's go.
Cap his ass, Les.
Go on and cap the little f*ggot.
I think she's dead.
What are you gonna do?
F***ing blast him, Lester.
Simon!
Damn, the b*tch is out.
Damn, frank!
You f***ed up my plans, man.
Lester, blast this a**hole
in the face.
Les...
F***, you killed Lester,
you f***ing bastard!
Now who'll make me
my f***ing tea?
world that you care about?
It's just a game, frank.
Not even your own life?
You live, you die.
Collect treasures along the way.
It's a meaningless f***ing game.
'Cause I might just
beat you to the punch.
Well, then I'll shoot you,
you f***...
Quinn.
Quinn!
Quinn.
Oh, my god.
Quinn.
Ooh, hoo, hoo!
What do we got here?
What's going on, snowflake?
Hey.
Think we should get out of here
before the cops come.
And look, okay, if you still
don't want to be with me,
when we get back, and all
that stuff that you said...
- frank.
- What?
Shut up.
I got something to wake you up.
Wakey wakey!
Ooh!
Take it easy.
- I love you
- okay.
Harry's gone.
He's gone, you know?
Yeah, maybe
I'm better off, you know?
What's in the box?
- Oh, my god.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- Yo, romeo.
- Hey.
What's going on, man?
Well, I think,
get outta town, go down
to Mexico or something.
We haven't decided yet.
You know, go take
that convertible, all right?
It's just brought
nothing but bad luck.
- Okay.
- It's in here somewhere.
Here you go.
Just take that, all right?
- Here.
- Great.
Hey, but what about the money?
You keep it.
I got everything I need
right here.
Say, man, what is this,
a john Hughes movie?
"I'm just a girl,
standing in front of a boy,
asking him to love her."
You know that's
roger Mitchell, right?
Hey, man, that's why
we're friends, frank.
That is why we're friends.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Hey, take care of this guy.
He's a big, fluffy teddy bear.
- Are you ready?
- Yes.
Let's get outta here.
My lady, care for a ride?
I got room for two
in the old Simonmobile.
Damn straight, you sexy beast.
- Ever done it in the back seat?
- Oh.
One thing, frank.
Why'd you have to give him
all the money?
Yeah, that was stupid.
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