Shoot 'Em Up
You're dead, b*tch!
What the hell you lookin' at?
F***in' hell.
looks like you are
sh*t outta luck, beautiful.
Now I'm gonna give you
your C-section.
You son of a bi...
Eat your vegetables.
She's in here!
Come on!
Where is she?
There she is!
- Get out of here!
- Over there!
Kill her on sight!
Who the f*** is that?
Where the hell is the girl?
Get him!
Jesus!
Oh, God! F***!
Come on, push. Push!
My hand!
- Do you know what I hate?
- No.
I hate these 40-year-old jack-holes
wearing ponytails.
- That ponytail doesn't make you look hip...
- Come on.
...young, or cool.
OK, it's comin'. Come on.
Give me one big push.
What the f***?
I'm bleedin'. I'm bleedin' out.
Quit squirming,
you're ruining my shot.
What a piece of crap.
We're outta here.
Sorry about
the messy delivery, Mom.
We need quiet.
Give Junior something to drink.
Bravo, Mr. Hero. Bravo.
Why you tryin' to kill this woman?
Something funny?
Oh, I was just remembering
a limerick.
Well, 'There once was a woman
who was quite begat...
'She had three babies
named Nat, Pat and Tat...
'She said it was fun
at the breeding...
'But found it was hell
in the feeding...
'When she saw there was
no tit for Tat. '
You have caused me
no end of trouble.
But now I shall return the favor.
Tit for tat, right?
Now, see, that's the latest thing.
The gun will only fire
when it recognizes...
the thumbprint of the owner.
It makes firearms safer
and it cuts down the crime too.
Get him!
Who are you?
lady, what's your name?
Nice knockers.
God damn it!
F*** you, ya f***in' f***ers.
Tit for tat, Mr. Hero.
Tit for tat.
Get him in there. Come on.
I was goin' back for her, boss.
No, I got it.
Hey, I'm not the head honcho
who sits on his hands...
warming them
with his own exhaust...
while everybody else
does the work.
Every second counts, right?
Now, how the heck
did this happen, huh?
Everything was goin' smooth
at the safe house...
...when the woman draws a gun.
I mean, who expects a pregnant
lady to pull a piece on ya, eh?
And who was this man
who was with her?
I don't know.
After the woman escaped,
we tracked her here.
This guy, he was hangin' around...
at the bus stop.
I mean, so we decided
that we'd deal with him later...
but we go after the woman...
he gets in on the action. You know?
He took a gun,
he started shootin' at us,
and that's...
that's when y...
- Oh. OK.
... you arrived.
Take it easy. Sit down.
All right.
Oh, you all right?
OK.
Are you tryin' to tell me...
that some bum
came to her rescue?
Well, well, well,
this is a fine mess, huh?
I won't make
this mistake again.
Well, I got a piece of lead
in my butt as a reminder.
OK.
I can appreciate that.
My ass!
And let that be a reminder
never to fail me again.
Damn.
Don't make me kill you
to get the baby.
Back off.
Sweetie, this deal is almost done.
look, I've already booked
my flight home.
OK?
OK.
I love you too.
Yeah. Bye-bye.
You know why a gun
is better than a wife?
Don't know.
Well, you can put
a silencer on a gun.
Sir, we spotted the target...
at Third and Jefferson heading
toward the park.
Turn us around.
Come on! Dad!
- Come on.
- All right.
Who's Daddy's little girl?
Don't worry, kid.
Someone good'll find you.
Oh, my God, look at this.
Someone left a baby.
Oops.
F*** me sideways.
Welcome back, Mr. Smith.
Where's Quintana?
Wait, Smith, Mistress Donna's
with a customer.
Wait, you can't go up there.
Oh, yeah, baby.
- Smith?
- You like that, huh?
Besides, I thought Mistress Mary
was more your type.
You can't go up there.
Sorry, pal, the bar's closed.
Wait your turn, Smith.
There's plenty to go around.
Not for me, thanks.
I'm lactose intolerant.
Just tell me
what you want, Smith.
Kinky.
I want you to take care of this
baby for a while.
Five grand.
That should keep you off your
back for a couple of weeks.
Are you clean?
You know
I'm a good Girl Scout.
So you'll do it.
Vaffanculo.
Screw yourself, Smith.
For all I know,
you snatched the kid.
I don't want to be an accessory
for kidnapping.
I didn't steal the kid, trust me.
Trust you?
I don't even know your real name.
Who are you really, Smith?
I'm a British nanny...
and I'm dangerous.
Just keep the baby for one day
and you can keep the whole roll.
Forget it, Dad.
Fine.
Ciao.
Breast milk.
let's go.
This lady's baby needs to be fed.
Find me every wet nurse,
lactating hooker...
and mammary on tap
in the city.
I already told you, Smith,
you're not welcome...
in the land of milk and honey.
my coffee and some answers.
I'm sorry.
Scram, fellas.
Give me a moment alone
here with, uh...
Caffe la Mamma.
Relax. Relax.
Mia piccola troietta.
There was a man here
with a baby not too long ago.
Yes. A real jerk.
He wanted me
to take care of the kid.
And what is this man's name?
Smith.
Mr. Smith.
How the hell
do I know his real name?
He saw me a couple of times...
when I was pulling straight tricks.
He always used
the same name... Smith.
I don't believe you.
I think you know
more about this man.
He was a lousy tipper.
It gets hotter the more times it's fired.
If I had anything on him,
I'd tell you.
And it gets a lot more
painful the closer I get.
What's up, Doc?
Oh, you're a 'wascally wabbit. '
But you're not 'wascally' enough.
Yeah?
That's a six-shooter.
I just counted six shots.
You've blown your load.
Yeah, well, what about you?
Your 9-millimeter is empty too.
Yeah, you fired 8 on the rooftop,
one in the men's room...
and your second cartridge
was expended at the playground.
And you won't be getting it up
with that gun you took off my man.
Oh, no. Well, you see,
like my weapon...
it also has the thumbprint
safety device.
Oh, really?
Wanna bet?
Nothin' like a good hand job.
Get your things. We're goin'.
I don't understand a word
you're going on about...
but I know exactly what you're saying
and I refuse to apologize.
Damn you, Smith. I could have
been snuffed back there.
Yeah, you should be thanking me
for saving your sweet back door.
Why did you wait so goddamn long?
You're a bad girl,
you deserve to be punished.
Which car do you want?
- What?
- I'm tired of walking.
look at this.
You wanna know the difference...
between this luxury car
and a porcupine?
I give up.
With the car,
the pricks are on the inside.
Tell me about it.
Hello, honey.
Oh, good, good, I'm glad...
I'm glad you liked the flowers.
Good.
listen, sweetie...
I've run into a small hitch.
out here for a while longer.
But don't worry.
I will be back in time
for Timmy's birthday party...
I swear to you.
Hugs and kisses.
Bye-bye.
So, what was I supposed to do?
These guys were stalking
this pregnant lady.
I couldn't just stand there.
Did you see that?
I f***in' hate that.
- What?
- This guy, changin' lanes...
without signaling.
I mean, how hard is it
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