The End of Violence Page #5

Everything

down the drain.

Poof.

Oh, they'd crucify

all of us.

Not a perfect system.

I've worked on projects before that

weren't popular with the public.

You're not in

Nasa anymore, Toto.

You're not watching the

heavens from earth. That's easy.

You're watching earth from

the heavens. That's messier.

A system like this, there's

the chance for abuse.

If you, uh, see anything

that I miss...

any misuse,

anything, uh, strange...

you'll let me know,

right?

I'm a computer scientist.

This is Hollywood.

What's not strange?

Don't worry about

seeds of violence, Paige.

The movie's a drain

on your cash flow anyway.

It's the record company that'll be your

top asset with the merger after the divorce.

Hmm. How do you divorce

a missing husband?

Trust me.

Hold on, Brian.

- Go ahead, Claire.

- The production reports are just about...

okay, dad...

what's the matter?

Now, is nothing

the matter?

Dad, I, uh...

- I have a problem, and, um...

- shoot.

People are being killed.

I don't know, dad.

I don't even know if...

I don't even know

if this place is safe.

Can you be...

let out of anything?

We've got to get

to-together on that.

Now, I think...

it's a different

"doll" game.

Any-anything,

anything?

You better hold on.

All right.

I will, dad.

I ain't never done this sh*t.

I'm a rapper, so...

I don't know.

- This here is called "when I close my eyes."

- Okay.

I'm gonna try

and lay it down for you...

like the black man

and not the gangster man do,

because you ladies like

to watch your figure.

I'll take the fat out

and the sugar too.

See, I'm talking about

a new sound.

Somebody tell me just

the other day, like a...

voice from heaven while

I'm riding down the freeway.

He say that gangster sound

is dead and gone.

He say that nasty groove

is something to prove,

that getting in your face

can leave an angry taste,

get you up in arms

about the disgrace...

and make you shake it

all over the place.

He say, that's been here,

and now it's gone.

It's time for the wise

to move on.

He talking about some new kind

of sound with a different view.

We used a hammer.

A golf club would do.

He say machine-gun lyrics

just fire blanks.

You're outta the trenches, put

on those pink-checkered pants.

He say don't matter what you say,

it's what they see that win the day.

He say change your name from

Six to Four, you'll win the game,

gain much more.

I'm talking about

some new kind of sound...

that's so phat,

kinda cool in a suit

like some old hep cat.

But me? I don't know,

and I need it loud and proud,

not 'cause I need

to stick out the crowd,

it's 'cause

the sound of silence,

see, it makes me cry.

Burns my ears

and spits blood in my eye.

'Cause it's not the echo of the

shots still ringing in my head...

or the line on page three

saying some other black man dead.

For me, when I close my eyes,

I only hear one sound.

The sound of my brother ashe

when he hit that ground.

I sure admire the way you guys

have jumped back in the saddle here.

Some people'd be in Hawaii

under protection.

Police protection

gives me the shivers.

I know what you mean.

In the movies, it always turns out

that there's a leak on the force,

or the guard just went for

a piss when the killer comes.

I hate that stuff.

You guys are way more original.

- I got eyes in the back of my head.

- My god, she is something.

I don't know how you keep

your mind on your work.

Listen, detective Doc,

the investigation

is basically over.

Mike is not a suspect

anymore. He's a missing person.

You're the only one who's trying

to figure out the big, hidden story.

If there is a connection between

the movie and Mike's case,

I think the link

is in your head.

Have a nice day,

detective Doc.

Boom is in the shot.

Look, Claire,

this is impossible.

You cannot just waltz in here

with anybody. I know. I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

The guard just went for a piss

before the killer comes in.

I mean, why do I make films in

America? I should've stayed in Europe.

All right, there's a one-hour

break. We'll shoot it after dinner.

Anyway,

let's take a break.

Okay, I'll see you.

You got the part. Yep.

Did you find your man?

Nope. Hmm. What about your woman?

Now, I remember

the first line.

What happens next?

Well, see, I overheard this guy...

before he killed

my sister,

and the last thing she said

was, "how did you find me?"

And he says, "I've got eyes

in the back of my head."

Now, that guy,

he works here.

So I decide to come pay him

a little visit.

Hmm.

Sex, murder, revenge.

- Old-fashioned american fun. -

Hey, whatever brings people together.

You never know.

# When we make love

you know we're making love #

# to everyone #

# we've ever made love to #

# so when you take him

down inside #

# just know I'm there

with you #

# and you may

feel me crying #

# and, oh, I hope you do #

# I'm out there somewhere

all alone #

# with memories of you #

# and you may

feel me crying #

uh, this one is...

a little silly.

It's called

"I'm a fluff ball."

"I'm a fluff ball, living

my fluffy life in scarcity.

The life I choose is an illusion.

The world is an intrusion."

- What's your name?

- Ruby.

I'm Ruby,

and I want to f*** you.

Well,

that's honest.

And coincidentally, I

want to f*** you too.

No, no, I mean, I want to

f*** you. I want to f*** you.

Hey, you get that

special feeling.

I don't think you understand exactly

who's going to be doing the f***ing here.

Yeah, right.

No, no, it's in here.

You're kidding. Show me

yours, I'll show you mine.

Listen, baby, I got

a better... forget it.

My way or no way.

What is this?

The ultimate good

news/bad news situation?

See ya. Hold on. This takes a minute.

Jesus.

- You remind me of someone.

- Witty.

Okay, all right,

whatever you want.

Good, I'll have a cream

soda. I'll have a cream soda.

Doesn't a sweet thing like

you worry about getting hurt?

There's a lot of bad boys out there.

Mm-hmm. I know.

But I've got eyes

in the back of my head.

And cut!

Excellent, Cat.

That's a print. Wire them for

the bullets and lots of blood.

Nice work!

Good going!

Great. Great scene, Zoltan.

It was great. Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Brian. But you're not

here to make compliments, right?

Listen, uh, I've done

all I can do, all right?

They pulled the money.

That's it.

I'm sorry.

Liar. I know who pulled the money. You

don't waste much time, do you, Brian?

That's it, Cat.

They're shutting the movie down.

That's it? It's just...

it's-it's over?

I'm sorry.

I guess that's a wrap.

I'll just be a minute.

I'm sorry.

You were good.

You'll get

another break.

Define "break."

I guess sometimes your friends

are really your enemies.

Sometimes your enemies

are your friends.

Sometimes they're one

and the same.

Who can you trust?

It reminds me

of what a prick I was.

I'm starting to think

that fairy tales are overrated.

Sometimes a good old-fashioned catastrophe

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