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How do I know that? How about it, pretzelman? What's your story?
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His name is Verbal Kint. I thought you guys knew him.
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Why don't you just calm down'
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What do you care what he says?
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Keaton, we gotta go. They're gonna find him.
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Dig.
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It's a logistical nightmare. Close quarters, no advance layout, ten men, maybe twenty.
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Can we stealth these guys?
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Doubtful. With all that coke, they'll be ready which brings me to sunny spot number two. Even if one of us gets through and jacks the boat, we get nothing.
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You're fuckin' A right, no P.C. Well screw P.C. No right. No goddamn right. You do some time, they never let you go. Treat me like a criminal, I'll end up a criminal.
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You are a criminal.
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Why you gotta go and do that? I'm trying to make a point.
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I'm sure you can understand my hesitation.
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Then who goes?
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We all go. How about it, Keaton?
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DON'T MOVE, YOU FUCKERS.
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RIGHT THERE. FREEZE.
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Everybody I ever worked with, did time with.
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They fucking know everything.
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It's bullshit. This guy could be L.A.P.D. I think it's a setup.
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The way I hear it, Soze is some kind of butcher. No pity.
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I'd say you've gotten on his main and central nerve, McManus.
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Do your friend a favor, Fenster, keep him quiet .
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Forget him. It's not important. I was trying to make a point.
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This whole thing was a shakedown.
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How many times have you been in a line up? It's always you and four dummies. The P.D. pays homeless guys ten bucks a head half the time. No way they'd line five felons in the same row. No way. And what the hell is a voice line.up? A public defender could get you off of that.
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So why the hell was I hauled in and cavity searched tonight?
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It was the Feds. A truck load of guns gets snagged, Customs comes down on N.Y.P.D. for some answers they come up with us. They're grabbing at straws. It's politics nothing you can do.
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I had a guy's fingers in my asshole tonight.
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Fuck you. I'11 never shit right again. So who did it? Own up.
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I don't want to know.
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This is not right.
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I don't know. Who was that guy that used to talk about Soze in New York?
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Yeah. He said he did jobs for him. Indirect stuff. Always five times more money than the job was worth.
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Come on. The guy is a pipe dream. This Kobayashi is using him for window dressing .
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I don't know. This is bad.
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I know who he is.
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I hope I didn't disturb you.
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I hope so, too, Mr. Kint. Can I get you something to drink?
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A glass of water would be nice.
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So what is it you do, Mr. Kint?
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Umm ...
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A hijacker like Dean, here? Or something more creative?
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Now remember, this is another kind of business. They don't earn your respect. You owe it to them. Don't stare them down but don't look away either. Confidence. They are fools not to trust you. That's the attitude.
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I'm having a stroke.
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You've come far. You're a good man. I love you.
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...and the desk Sergeant is actually trying to tell me he can't release you? Can you believe that? You weren't even charged. New York police Jesus. I want to take pictures of your face to bring to the D.A. first thing in the morning.
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Just forget about it.
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I'11 have this thing in front of a grand jury by Monday.
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Edie, please. I don't want to hear this right now. What did Renault and Fortier say?
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They want more time to think about investing.
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Goddamnit.
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They just said they wanted time.
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Time for what, Edie? Time to look into me a little more, that's what. No matter how well you cover my tracks now, they'll find out who I am.
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Give me some credit. I got you this far, let's go to the grand jury. This is never going to stop if we
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No. It's never going to stop, period. It won't take more than a week before every investor in this city is walking away from us. It's finished. I'm finished.
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Don't give up on me now, Dean.
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They'll never stop.
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I love you.
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They ruined me tonight.
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Dean, I love you. Do you hear me?
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Come home, Dean.
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Alright.
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That's enough, Edie.
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I don't know what you came here for, but we won't have any part of it.
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Edie, please.
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<<We were there to buy a man and take him back to Hungary.>>
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He says they were buying It doesn't make sense. I'm sorry, I'm a little rusty. They were there to buy something.
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Not dope. Something else. Some what?.. He doesn't knob what they were buying. But not dope... people.
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<<I'll tell you everything. I'11 even say it slow enough for you to understand it. Just tell this man I want protection. Real protection.>>
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<<No, no, no. I need a guarantee from the ridiculous man. I am going to be killed. I have seen the Devil and looked him in the eye.>>
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No good. He needs guarantees. He says... his life is in danger... He has seen the Devil... looked him in the eye.
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<<Keyser Soze. Keyser Sate. I've seen his face. I see it when I close my eyes.>>
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He says he knows his face. He sees it when he closes his eyes.
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<<It was smaller than that. Sharper.>>
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+ The nose is sharper. Smaller too. + <<And what about the hair? You said something earlier about it.>>
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<<It is longer than that. And not so dark. >>
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<<Are you sure?>>
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<<Don't be stupid.>>
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He says the hair is longer and lighter.
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Jack. What are you doing here?
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I've been looking all over for you. You still after the coke that walked out of that blood bath in the harbor?
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Yeah.
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You can stop looking. There was no coke. I've been in L.A. county with a guy they
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There was ninetyone million
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We know, but our man says no way on the dope. This Hungarian tells me the whole bunch was pulling stumps for Turkey the next' day. They had no time to negotiate that kind of product and no means to move it.
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What was the money for?
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He didn't know. No one doing the deal knew except a few key people. This guy says they were real hush about it. Whatever it was it was highly sensitive.
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I don't get it.
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They tell me you got the cripple from New York in there. He mention Keyser Soze
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Who ?
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Bear with me here...
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A boy came across a body on the beach this morning. Thrown clear when the boat burned. Shot once in the head. Two guys from the F.B.I. just identified him. +
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And ?
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Keyser Soze
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There's more.
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What was you shootin' at us for, anyhow?
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Thought you was followin' me.
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Well, this here's Ned Logan... Ned, this here's the Schofield Kid, nephew of Pete Sothow an'...
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I seen two fellas followin' me, I guessed they come to kill me. We didn't talk about no other fella.
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