Thursday Page #6
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- Year:
- 1998
- 87 min
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- I know you're pissed.
Pissed? Oh, no, I'm not pissed.
If you hadn't brought
what would I have done
with my day, man?
I'd a missed out on being
beaten and raped, abused,
- Casey--
- Not to mention what
What would you call it?
Early-Gothic horror.
I don't have time for this sh*t.
I'm dead.
Unless I make this next plane,
you can write me off.
- There's still a chance for you.
- Where's the money, Nick?
That's why I'm calling you.
I stole it from the cops,
and they ain't
They're going
They already hit
the house next door.
It's only a matter of time.
- What about the fucks
you stole the sh*t from?
Unfortunately, the n*ggers
who they work for ain't.
They're going to find you too,
sooner or later.
Come on, man.
Where's the money?
I hid it.
I want you to get out
of town for a while.
Take a vacation--
A second honeymoon. Something.
One day when you're sitting
on a beach sipping a cold one,
spare tire around your waist,
think about me, bro.
- Where you going, Nick?
- Can't tell you.
Your car's at I.A.H.
in short-term parking.
There's a flight leaving
If I were you,
I would be on it.
- I got to go.
- Hey, Nick, you really
No, man.
Not my style.
Nick?
I love you, Case.
Maybe one day
I'll make it up to you.
I got to go.
Adios.
Nick--
Nick?
Nick?
[ "Doorbell Rings" ]
Oh, f***.
Just a minute.
[ "Doorbell Rings" ]
Oh, sh*t, that's cold.
Mr. Wells.
Detective Kasarov.
May I come in?
Sure.
This is a nice place you got here.
I like the mailbox-- cute.
My wife's idea.
I'll have to drive
my wife by sometime.
She'd-- She'd love it.
- Feel better now?
- Tons.
Keep yours.
It's a gesture.
- Mind if I get something to drink?
- No, no. Help yourself.
Casey, why don't you
take a peek in that bag?
I got a little
something for you.
Soy milk.
I just love soy milk.
"You know", "one of my kids"
is lactose-intolerant.
So I ended up getting
hooked on the sh*t.
Couldn't get enough of it.
I don't get too much anymore.
Mmm.
Ahh!
Well--
[ Sighs ]
Why don't we...
handle our business like
a couple of grown-ups.
I mean, Casey, you know
I didn't pop over here...
for some social visit.
Your friend, Nicky,
stole a lot of money from us.
Killed a few officers
in the process.
Deaths we can overlook.
Okay?
But we want our money back.
Like I've been telling everybody
come through here--
I realize you don't have it,
but you know where it is.
Somewhere in the deepest
recesses of your brain,
you know.
You can't tell me after all the time
you spent with Nicky...
you don't know
how his mind worked.
You just figure it out.
- I'm telling you--
- I know how much you're doing
that your good-looking wife
doesn't even know about your past.
Right?
Tell you what, Casey,
I want to make you a deal.
You have that money
here tonight at 7:00,
And I'll make this f***in'
nightmare disappear.
- Where do you got the bodies?
- In the garage.
Let's go.
What the f*** is this?
- I didn't know
what to do with them.
"Well", "I'll tell you"
"something", "Casey."
If I was you, I'd clean up
this mess, because your wife's...
going to come home and
she's not going to be very happy.
Any suggestions?
Well, I'll tell you,
if, uh, I'm not mistaken...
Sharp.
And if I don't find it?
Casey, I'd try real hard.
How do I know all of this
is going to disappear?
Don't be late.
[ "Electric Saw Whirring" ]
[ Squishing ]
[ Nick's Voice ]
"One day", "when you're sitting"
"a spare tire around your waist",
"think about me", "bro."
[ Air Hissing ]
You're good, Nick.
You're very, very good.
''Sorry I missed it. Nick.''
Whew.
[ Nick's Voice ]
"''Never forget who you are", "man."
"Love", "Nick. ''"
[ Beeping ]
Who the f***'s this?
This is the motherf***er
I got your sh*t,
motherf***er.
Yeah?
Then if you do,
you have one mil
at my "casa" at 7:00,
'cause I'm auctioning
the sh*t off.
My name is Casey Wells.
You can't find me,
you don't get to bid.
Don't be late.
Looks like it's just
you and me, partner.
[ Kasarov ]
"All right", "Casey. Time's up."
- "[ Man ] He's in the kitchen!"
[ "Chatter" ]
Casey, what are you doing here?
Can I speak with you a minute?
I'm kind of in the middle
of something here, Casey.
Casey, you remember Allen?
Hey, Allen, excuse us.
God, of all the times
you decide to spaz out.
- Whose car?
- It was Nick's. I'm borrowing it.
It's not important.
Here's the deal.
I'm going to France.
"I miss it",
I won't be going anywhere.
What? Your little friend's
gotten you in trouble, hasn't he?
God.
What, are you just going
to go with or without me?
I got no choice.
Line in the sand, Chris.
For better or for worse.
That's your decision.
I love you.
You're asking me
to throw away my life.
This has got its own reward.
Now, I got to know.
You in or you out?
Time's up. I got to go.
"Casey", "wait."
Last chance.
- I won't lose you, Casey.
- Good choice, Chris.
Let's see what's behind
door number one.
Oh, my God.
How much?
Two million dollars.
- I guess we won't be
too miserable.
No. I'll tell you all about it...
everything.
We got to catch that plane!
Oh, my God--
"Sorry", Allen, "I have to miss"
Looks like I'll be out of town.
[ Casey ]
"So", "how was your day?"
I closed the account.
"Oh", "I didn't know you cared."
[ Casey ]
Sweetheart
There are a lot of things
you don't know about me.
" Run", "mister", "run."
" Somebody said."
" Somebody said."
" Stop at the green lights"
and go at the red.
" I must admit"
I'm a little uneasy.
" I tried to warn you."
" I tried to say."
" I tried to say."
" Here comes the rainbow."
" We're riding high"
on our own.
" Here comes the rainbow."
" We're riding high"
on our own.
"[ Rock Instrumental ]"
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