Thelma & Louise Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 130 min
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he met a man.
He identified you
through a series
of mug shots.
He also told us that
you and Mrs. Dickinson
seemed close.
Is that true?
Well, sir,
you might say
we had a meeting of
the minds, yeah.
Are you aware
that Mrs. Dickinson
and Ms. Sawyer
are wanted
in connection
with a murder?
Murder? What,
Thelma? Damn!
Did they ever indicate
that they might be
on the run from the law?
You know, sir,
now that you mention it,
they might have
seemed a little bit jumpy.
You know what?
What?
You're starting
to irritate me.
Yeah, me, too.
That'll happen.
Say, you two boys
have a lot in common.
Maybe I should
just step out
of the room for a sec.
I got a better idea.
Do you mind if
I speak to him alone
for a minute?
What? What'd I do?
Nothing, that's what.
Tell you something,
this is a crock of sh*t,
Mr. John f***ing Law.
Son, I got a feeling
about something and...
Yeah?
...I just wanna
ask your opinion.
Do you think Thelma Dickinson
would have committed
armed robbery
if you hadn't taken
all their money?
Get your foot
off that table.
Cat got your tongue?
No.
Well, how... How do
you know I took it?
How do you know
they didn't...
Don't you f***ing
lie to me!
There's two girls out there
that had a chance.
They had a chance.
And now you've
screwed it up for them.
No.
And now they're in
some serious trouble.
And I'm gonna hold you
personally responsible
for at least part of it
if anything happens to them.
I got no feeling for you.
Now, you're either
gonna tell me every
damn thing you know,
so there's a small chance
that I can actually
do them some good,
or I'm gonna be all over you
like a fly on sh*t for the
rest of your natural life.
Your miseries will be
my goddamn mission in life.
Yes, sir.
Okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
That's right.
We understand each other?
Yeah.
Okay.
Mr. Dickinson?
Yeah?
If you'd just hang on,
I want a word with you.
I like your wife.
Come back here!
Hey, hey!
Come back here,
you little sh*t!
Come here! Come here!
All right, all right,
all right.
Come here!
Come here!
Come on!
Come on, now.
I'll kill him!
Let's
go home now.
I'll kill you!
What will it be,
ladies?
Fill her up.
There you go.
Um...
Excuse me,
do you have a phone?
Thank you.
Thelma,
listen up, now.
If you even think
he knows, I mean,
even if you're not sure,
I want you to hang up,
you understand?
Yeah.
Hello.
Darryl, it's me.
Thelma, hello!
He knows.
Sh*t.
I need more time.
What? All I said
was "hello."
Yep?
Darryl,
this is Louise.
Let me talk to the police.
Hey, Louise.
Hi.
Let me talk to the police.
What do you mean?
There's no police here.
Hey, where
are you girls anyway?
Just wait... Darryl,
will you let me talk to
whoever's in charge there?
How do you know
there's...
Hello, Ms. Sawyer?
I'm Investigator Hal Slocumb,
Arkansas State Police.
How are you?
Well, I've been better.
Be careful with that gun.
Yes, I know.
You girls are in
some hot water.
You both okay?
Neither one of you hurt?
Yes, sir, we're...
We're fine.
We're both fine.
Good.
You want to tell me
what happened?
Sure, over coffee,
sometime. I'll buy.
I want you to know
neither one of you are
charged with murder yet.
You're just still
wanted for questioning.
Although now,
Mrs. Dickinson's wanted in
Oklahoma for armed robbery.
No kidding? Look,
we gotta go. I'll
call you back, all right?
Ms. Sawyer,
I don't think you all are
gonna make it to Mexico.
We should talk. Please,
I want to help you.
Sh*t.
God, that J. D. Kid
is a little sh*t.
What? What?
Thelma, how did they know
we're going to Mexico, huh?
How did they know that?
You told that
thieving little sh*t
where we were going?
Oh.
I just... I just told him
if he ever got to Mexico,
he should look us up.
But I... I asked him
not to tell.
I mean, I...
I thought he would
not tell anybody,
you know.
Why?
I didn't think
he'd tell anybody.
Why? What's he got to lose?
Except my life savings,
of course.
Oh, sh*t!
Thelma, God damn it!
Look, I'm sorry.
I mean...
Oh, God damn it, Thelma!
Look, up until now,
we had only two things
going for us,
one, nobody knew
where we were,
and two,
no one knew where
we were going.
Now one of the things
we had going for us is gone!
Look, Thelma,
you just gotta stop
talking to people.
You gotta stop
being so open.
We're fugitives now,
all right?
Let's start
behaving like that.
You're right.
Thank you.
Okay.
I was wondering...
Listen, little boy,
of course I want you to go.
If that's
what's worrying you,
please don't think...
No, I wasn't
worrying about that.
I knew you'd want me
to take the job, sure,
but...
Sorry.
Judy,
let's get married.
My God,
this is beautiful.
It surely is.
I always wanted to travel,
I just never got
the opportunity.
You got it now.
The morning sun
Touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there
beneath the covers
Dreaming of
a thousand lovers
Till the world
turned to orange
And the room
went spinning round
At the age of thirty-seven
She realized
She'd never ride through
Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind
in her hair
So she let
the phone keep ringing
And she sat there
softly singing
Little nursery rhymes
She'd memorized in
her daddy's easy chair
At the age of thirty-seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along
through Paris
With the warm wind
in her hair
What's going on?
Nothing.
Sh*t. Well, we don't need
the East Coast anymore.
Hey, look!
Look who it is,
it's that guy.
I'll be darned.
Just ignore him.
Hey, baby!
I'm your Captain
Muff-Diver!
Your storm trooper
of love!
I ignored him.
What?
What?
Harlan.
What about it?
Nothing.
Just...
Just the look
on his face when...
What?
He sure wasn't
expecting that.
"Suck my dick."
Thelma, it's not funny.
I know.
It happened to you,
didn't it?
What? What are you
talking about?
In Texas.
I mean, that's what...
That's what happened,
isn't it?
You was raped.
Hey, now, look.
I'm warning you.
Just drop it.
I'm not gonna
talk about that.
You understand?
Yeah.
I'm not talking about it.
Okay.
You understand?
Yeah.
Okay, Louise.
It's okay.
Oh, sh*t!
Thelma, we're getting
pulled over.
All right.
Sh*t! Sh*t!
What'd you wanna do?
What should we do?
I don't know.
I don't know.
All right, we'll just
go play it by ear.
Maybe he doesn't know.
Maybe he's just gonna
give me a ticket.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, please don't
let us get caught.
God, please, please, God.
Don't let us get caught.
All right, I'm just
gonna pull over.
Turn off your engine.
He's putting on his hat.
Oh, my God,
he's a Nazi.
What's he doing?
He's kind of
walking this way.
Hello, Officer.
Is there a problem?
You want to let me
see your license, please?
Right.
Here it is.
You wanna take it
out of your wallet,
please?
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