The Mortician Page #2

Synopsis: A mortician's (Method Man) life is suddenly changed when a dead woman's body comes into his morgue, jolting old memories from his past. As days go by, he starts seeing a young boy hiding around the vicinity of his morgue. When they finally speak, the mortician learns that the boy wants to enter the morgue to see his dead mother one last time. The person who killed his mother is also after him. The mortician goes out of his way to ensure the boy has closure while at the same time keeping him safe from harm, in an attempt to achieve closure to his own personal tragedy.
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Production: LionsGate Entertainment
 
IMDB:
5.0
R
Year:
2011
89 min
23 Views


he's something of a hard man,

a gangster.

Ain't that right, Noah?

He's been satisfactory

and performs his duties

adequately.

Well, you just let me know

if he steps out of line...

if he curses you

under his breath,

gives you any lip,

if he's late

by a single minute.

Because it would be

my absolute pleasure

to send this horrible

little delinquent

right back to where he belongs.

I personally would

like to ensure

that he rots there.

So you have anything

to say for yourself, laddy buck?

Huh.

That's too bad,

because I was hoping

that you would tell me

to go f*** myself.

Well, if you don't mind,

Mr. Clinger,

Noah and I have work

to attend to.

Well, go ahead.

I'm done here

for now.

Bye-bye, Noah.

I'll be seeing you

very soon, I hope.

I don't need you to fight

my f***ing war for me.

Porter.

Porter!

F***ing trying

to get away from me, Kane.

I'ma kick your f***ing ass.

F***ing come here, come on.

- I don't care.

- Stop f***ing with me, man.

Don't f*** with me.

Come on.

No, I don't want to leave her.

- Get off me.

- What are you gonna do, huh?

What the f*** are you

gonna do? Walk.

Walk. I'ma rip your

f***ing arm

out of your f***ing

socket. Come on.

Walk walk.

F*** you're looking at, man?

Mind your f***ing business.

Stop it.

You f***ing punk.

I could kill you myself

right now, right here.

F***ing walk.

Hurry up.

Get the f*** out here.

Stop f***ing around, come on.

- Jesus.

- No.

Get inside.

Hey, get the f*** inside.

What's happening, iceman?

You see that kid yet?

Are you sure about that?

You ain't sure

or you ain't seen him?

I... I haven't seen

the kid.

Shame.

You ought to be careful out here

this time of night.

There's a lot of

ill-minded motherfuckers

just ready to violate a fool.

Hey.

Oh, honey, come up.

It's cold out there.

I want you to go back.

Roll over.

That's it.

That's it.

Just relax.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Just relax.

You're so...

Jesus, baby, you've got knots

the size of baseballs.

Mm, there you go.

There you go.

Shh.

It's okay, honey.

You were just sleeping.

It's all right.

Thank you.

So long, honey.

I don't give a f***

who you lean on.

It's your obligation

to find the kid.

I want the kid.

I ain't got the kid.

That irritates me.

Your incompetence

is an irritant.

I don't like to be irritated.

So find the f***ing kid

and spare me

the further irritation

of having to make

an example of you.

You get me?

All right, come on,

get the f*** in here. Come on.

- Get off me.

- Jesus Christ, get in there.

Come here.

You too, come on.

Yo, mister, you got a light?

- No.

- You f***ing say nothing.

- You shut the f*** up.

- Get the f*** in here, man.

Stay the f*** still.

You're gonna stay the f*** right here,

or I'm gonna be the first one to make sure

you're back in that f***ing mortuary

on a f***ing slab, my nigga.

I'm freaking out, Noah.

I know. I know.

What are you doing here?

I was worried about you.

I was checking on you

to make sure you were okay.

So...

are you okay?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

You know, you might want

to stop shrugging

your shoulders.

You'll end up stooping like me.

Why have you been coming

to the mortuary?

I want to see my mama.

They won't let me see her.

What does your mama look like?

She's pretty.

She's got long dark hair

and big brown eyes.

She's got a little

red ruby in her nose

and a tattoo

of some lady called Venus.

What's your name?

Kane.

Hello, Kane.

Would you like to sit down here

and tell me about your mama?

It's okay.

She smiles all the time,

even when she's sad.

She don't like me to know

when she's sad.

So when I ask her

why she's sad,

she just laughs

and makes goofy jokes.

She sings me songs

when I go to sleep.

Sing me one of

your mama's songs.

Can it be?

Do you hear?

A new freedom song

Is ringing

No more doubt

No more fear

There's a new song

That is ringing...

It's so far, it's so close

Almost near

Almost here.

You're freezing.

Wake up. I'm gonna

help you see your mama.

Come on.

What are you gonna do next?

Where the f*** is Kane?

Have you seen him?

Kane!

Kane! Kane!

F***ing sh*t.

Maria, they're f***ing gone.

Okay.

Here here here.

Climb the wall.

Quick quick.

Motherf***er.

F***ing sh*t.

Here, cover your mouth.

Okay, let's go.

Argh!

Come here.

Get the f*** up.

Get over here.

Get over here. Come here.

Stop it.

Leave him alone.

Come here, my nigga.

Get the f*** over here.

Get the f*** down.

F*** is wrong with you, man?

Leave him alone.

He's my friend.

Okay, I got you.

I got you. I got you.

Please don't hurt him.

He's only being nice.

You don't understand, all right?

Look, him being f***ing nice

- is gonna get us f***ing killed.

- You understand that?

- No.

- Get the f*** down, man.

Get the f*** down.

Come here, come here.

It's okay. Come here.

Maria, take him please.

Take him please.

- You ain't going f***ing nowhere.

- Noah, don't.

What the f***, yo?

What the f***?

Not in front of Kane.

What's going on, Noah?

Sh*t, mind your f***ing

business, my nigga.

I swear to God,

mind your f***ing business.

- You made this my business.

- Excuse me?

If you don't tell me what's going on,

I'm taking Kane with me.

You're f***ing going nowhere.

Get the f*** over here.

- Get over here. I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

- No! No!

What the f*** do you want

from me, huh?

What the f*** more

do you guys want from me?

Noah, what's going on?

You have to tell me, Noah.

He's my f***ing nephew,

dawg, all right?

Jenny Morales was my sister.

Carver thought he owned her.

Let me just check on him.

The kid's gonna have to

learn to wait.

He's a sack of sh*t.

I swear I'm gonna give it to him

one day soon big time.

Listen, I don't like him.

He's an a**hole. And he's a fool.

Why do you let him

come in here then?

Why don't you just let him go

and stay out for good

instead of coming

back up in here

and just jumping you

whenever he wants to?

Oh, grow up, Noah.

Having him come once

in a while to get some

is just enough to keep

the other hoodlums away.

- It's bullshit.

- It's the way it is, so deal.

I'm gonna get us

out of this place,

but until then,

it's just the way it is.

Can it be?

Do you hear?

Are you singing?

She was smarter than me.

She knew how things worked.

She knew what needed

to be done.

I tried to protect them,

but I f***ed up,

and I f***ed up

every f***ing time.

I got sent upstate for

doing some stupid sh*t...

enough stupid sh*t to land me

like a two-year bit.

What the f***'s going on?

He's been loaning her out

to his crew.

Crew? Excuse me?

What does that mean?

Carver has been pimping

her out to his buddies.

- Maria.

- I'm sorry.

She tried to leave,

so he beat her... look.

I can't even f***ing deal

with this sh*t right now.

Where are you going?

Come on, let me go.

Oh God.

Hey.

You have to stay

out of trouble.

I know.

Hey, kid.

You. You, come here.

You too, come here.

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