Slow Burn Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 2000
- 97 min
- 87 Views
It's what you want, ain't it?
Unless I'm mistaken, they're common property.
They're in the combine.
I'll give 'em to you.
I'll give you everything.
I'll give you
the whole combine.
Wait a minute. Wait.
- What you're sayin' is, we don't need a combine anymore?
- No, I didn't say that.
- That's what you said. That's exactly what you said!
- I did not...
you're always babbling about how we've got
to get some future. Well, we just found it!
I've been motherin' you since I was 16.
It's been cruel and unusual.
You want a future, I'll give
you a future, all right?
The future I want
is the one without you.
We'll still be partners?
Not no more.
Come on! Don't go weak on me, boy.
Hit it harder.
Goddamn it, get it open! I want
my share of them diamonds now!
Damn it.
- Goddamn it!
- You can't shoot it open.
You can't hit it open.
You can't get it open.
Then make a key and get
it open, all right?
That's gonna take time, Marcus.
Here we go.
I'll make sure you're not
disturbed, all right?
Any questions, partner?
Not no more, Marcus!
Hey.
Backfire or somethin'.
I didn't hear nothin'.
Bring that key with you.
Come on.
A tour bus full of lap dancers
on their way to Vegas.
Absolutely nothin' that compares
to what we got here.
What are you doin'?
I changed my mind
about you fixing the latch.
If your offer's still good.
Y-yeah, the offer's
always open.
You already got
a hobby, duster.
Here, I'll Polish it up so it'll
look just like new, okay?
All right.
- You really gonna work on princess' cage?
- Yes, I am.
Hey.
Let's test the engine.
You can't be serious.
If we can't crank it over,
we ain't going nowhere.
- It's out of gear, right?
- I can't get it in gear.
But if you get it started, I'm
sure I'll be able to find one.
What are you so happy about?
Oh, f*** me!
Take over from duster.
All right, I got it.
Come here.
Can you keep the revs up?
Give me some slack, will you?
Truck will be ready tomorrow.
We can leave tomorrow.
We can leave tomorrow.
Wh-what are you saying?
That we take the truck
Hey! Well, when you passed out,
lying like roadkill.
He didn't give a damn about you.
I know Marcus.
You don't know me.
Hey!
Now, I grew up out here. Hey!
And my family, well, they had
some bad breaks way back.
And now it's just me.
I got no one,
and I got nothing,
except this desert
and a few heirlooms.
Duster.
Duster.
Don't you know
I wanna go with you?
I mean, what are we gonna
do, just ditch Marcus?
Well, no.
We'll radio the federales.
We could hire someone
to come pick him up.
It's still gonna
be rough for him.
Now, all he's ever had
is combine and me.
Hey, duster!
If I leave the combine,
he'll be all right.
Wha... no.
- Oh, Christ.
- I don't have anything.
Not any money. Nothing.
It don't matter.
we been... we been up,
and we been down and out.
I know you think
you don't have nothing,
but you have everything that you
need in order to have a good life.
Nobody... nobody is gonna make
me do what I know is wrong!
Hey!
Not you, not Marcus, nobody!
Ever again.
Aw, sh*t!
What's eatin' her?
I would think you would get a lot
of magnetic interferences out here.
Yep.
Must play hell
with the compasses.
I'm surprised you know
where you are half the time.
What, do you keep them
all adjusted or what?
Most of them.
- Right. We're in gear, right?
- Yup. It's our one slow gear.
But it'll run, right? I mean, we can
get the hell out in the morning?
Sure. A whopping
five Miles an hour.
What are you
looking at, Marcus?
Nothin'.
I've been searching water hole
after water hole all day,
but it was the darkness
that let me find them.
Hey, duster, wake up.
Come on. Get up. We're back on the job.
Come on.
Let's go. Listen. Hey, listen.
That thing I said about us not being partners.
I was way out of line.
Hey, and just to prove
I trust you.
All right?
Now, come on.
Shake it. Let's go.
We're gonna swipe the truck, all right?
I got maps, a compass.
Got it all figured out.
I ain't gonna do that, Marcus.
I even guessed
you might say that.
All right, let's see. I got
all the angles, all right?
Now, you are going
to hot-wire the truck.
I'm driving you, me and them
diamonds out of this desert.
the way they used to be.
It ain't gonna
be the same, Marcus.
It ain't gonna be
like it used to be.
It ain't.
All right.
All right.
Fine. It'll be a new way.
Move it!
You know, I've been listening
to your bullshit my whole life.
go ahead and do it.
You son of a b*tch.
I hate ya.
I hate ya.
I've hated you since the first
day I ever laid eyes on you.
She did this.
No, Marcus, no!
Stop!
Marcus, come back here! Come on, trina.
Come on.
- Marcus! Marcus!
- Frank!
Marcus, don't you touch her!
Marcus, don't...
Marcus, please!
Get away from her, Marcus!
God, how did you find me?
'Cause I've been looking,
that's why.
I read about these two convicts.
They got the diamonds.
Jesus, trina, it doesn't matter
about that now. Come on.
The truck's not that far.
They've got my diamonds!
Do you want to die for those diamonds?
Do you want to kill for them?
They've just brought misery to
everyone who's ever touched them.
Just look what those
diamonds have done to you.
Can't you see? All I
want is your happiness.
Haven't you done enough damage?
Some dreams won't die.
They have to be killed.
Oh, God!
- Did you see Marcus?
- Well, look at here. Ain't this cute?
No, Marcus. No.
Who the f*** is that?
Oh, what have you done?
We gotta get to the truck!
- You gotta help me start the truck.
- What have you done?
Come on! We gotta
get to the truck!
Tracy.
This is what it is
to live with these things.
You shoot a man
you don't even know...
And count it as good luck
because he was carrying them.
But it didn't matter
who was holding them now.
Me. Him. This desert.
is that they exist.
As long as they exist, you think
they're going to be within reach.
Where we headed?
Get some ice cream.
I never wanted him around, but
then I got kind of used to him.
He was...
It's like...
Like you were married.
What?
That's why I never had a life.
Married to duster before
I even got out of high school.
Must have really
brought you down.
I know I, uh,
done some bad things.
We got off to kind of
a rocky start.
You know what
I'm talking about?
Go on.
No, I'm...
I'm just saying maybe, uh...
I want to forget the past.
I'm saying... I'm saying,
you know, maybe...
what I really want is a friend.
But not someone...
well, not someone
like duster, but...
Someone with style and class.
A woman.
in the past few days.
You gotta give to get.
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