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Drexl's dead. This is Clarence's coke and Clarence can do whatever he wants with it. And what Clarence wants to do is sell it. Then me and Bama are gonna leave on a jet plane and spend the rest of our lives spendin'. So, you got my letter, have you lined up any buyers? |
Look, Clarence, I'm not Joe Cocaine. |
But you're an actor. I hear these Hollywood guys have it delivered to the set. |
Yeah, they do. And maybe when I start being a successful actor I'll know those guys. But most of the people I know are like me. They ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Now, if you want to sell a little bit at a time |
No way! The whole enchilada in one shot. |
Do you have any idea how difficult that's gonna be? |
I'm offering a half a million dollars worth of white for two hundred thousand. How difficult can that be? |
It's difficult because you're sellin' it to a particular group. Big shots. Fat cats. Guys who can use that kind of quantity. Guys who can afford two hundred thousand. Basically, guys I don't know. You don't know. And, more important, they don't know you. I did talk with one guy who could possibly help you. |
Is he big league? |
He's nothing. He's in my acting class. But he works as an assistant to a very powerful movie producer named Lee Donowitz. I thought Donowitz could be interested in a deal like this. He could use it. He could afford it. |
What'd'ya tell 'em? |
Hardly anything. I wasn't sure from your letter what was bullshit, and what wasn't. |
What's this acting class guy's name? |
Elliot. |
Elliot what? |
Elliot Blitzer. |
OK, call 'im up and arrange a meeting, so we can get through all the getting to know you stuff. |
Where? |
The zoo. |
The zoo. What are you waiting for? |
Would you just shut up a minute and let me think? |
What's to think about? |
Shut up! First you come waltzing into my life after two years. You're married. You killed a guy. |
Two guys. |
Two guys. Now you want me to help you with some big drug deal. Fuck, Clarence, you killed somebody and you're blowin' it off like it don't mean shit. |
Don't expect me to be all broken up over poor Drexl. I think he was a fuckin', freeloadin', parasitic scumbag, and he got exactly what he deserved. I got no pity for a mad dog like that. I think I should get a merit badge or somethin'. |
Clarence... |
Let me handle this. |
Yeah, well if we got lost, it's your ass. Come on, Clarence, lets go. Elliot's going to meet us in the lobby. |
I'm just makin' sure we got everything. You got yours? |
I got the part on "T.J. Hooker". |
No shit? Dick, that's great! |
They didn't even want a callback. They just hired me like that. Me and Peter Breck are the two heavies. We start shooting Monday. My call is for seven o'clock in the morning. |
Ah, Dick, let's talk about it in the car. We can't be late. |
Clarence. |
Yeah? |
Um, nothing, let's go? |
What the fuck did you bring that for. |
In case. |
In case of what? |
In case they try to kill us. I don't know, what do you want me to say? |
Look, Dillinger, Lee Donowitz is not a pimp |
I know that Richard. I don't think I'll need it. But something this last week has taught me, it's better to have a gun and not to need it than to need a gun and not to have it. |
Do you really mean it? |
No, I don't really mean it. Well, I mean, this is our last chance to think about it. How 'bout you, Bama? |
Now's a helluva time to play "what if". |
This is our last chance to play "what if". I want to do it. I'm just scared of getting caught. |
Well, if we're not gonna do it, let's just get in the car and get the fuck outta here. |
Yeah, let's just get outta here. |
No. But thanks. |
No thanks, my stomach's a little upset. I ate somethin' at a restaurant that made me a little sick. |
Where the fuck is that bitch? |
She's with me. |
Who the fuck are you? |
I'm her husband. |
Well. That makes us practically related. Bring your ass on in. |
Grab a seat there, boy. Want some dinner? Grab yourself an egg roll. We got everything here from a diddleeyedJoe to a damnedifIknow. |
No thanks. |
No thanks? What does that mean? Means you ate before you came down here? All full. Is that it? Naw, I don't think so. I think you're too scared to be eatin'. Now, see we're sittin' down here, ready to negotiate, and you've already given up your shit. I'm still a mystery to you. But I know exactly where your ass is comi... |
Wannabee nigger... |
Fuck you! My mother was Apache. |
What? |
Can you live with it? |
Live with what? |
With that sonofabitch walkin' around breathin' the same air as you? And gettin' away with it every day. Are you haunted? |
Yeah. |
You wanna get unhaunted? |
Yeah. |
Then shoot 'em. Shoot 'em in the face. And feed that boy to the dogs. |
I can't believe what you're tellin' me. |
I ain't tellin' ya nothin'. I'm just sayin' what I'd do. |
You'd really do that? |
He don't got no right to live. |
Look, Elvis, he is hauntin' me. He doesn't deserve to live. And I do want to kill him. But I don't wanna go to jail for the rest of my life. |
I don't blame you. |
If I thought I could get away with it |
Killin' 'em's the hard part. Gettin' away with it's the easy part. Whaddaya think the cops do when a pimp's killed? Burn the midnight oil tryin' to find who done it? They couldn't give a flyin' fuck if all the pimps in the whole wide world took two in the back of the fuckin' head. If you don't get caught at the scene w... |
Clarence, I gotta hand it to ya. You were cooler than cool. |
I was dying. I thought for sure everyone could see it on my face. |
All anybody saw was Clint Eastwood drinkin' coffee. |
Can you develop an ulcer in two minutes? Being cool is hard on your body. |
Oh, and your line to Charles Atlas in there: "I'll take that gun", "You'll have to". |
That was cool, wasn't it? You know, I don't even know where that came from. I just opened my mouth and it came out. After I said it I thought, that's a cool line, I gotta remember that. |
How do you think I'm doin' with Lee? |
Are you kiddin'? He loves you. |
You don't think I'm kissin' his ass, do you? |
You're tellin' him what he wants to hear, but that ain't the same thing as kissin' his ass. |
I'm not lyin' to him. I mean it. I loved "Coming Home in a Body Bag". |
That's why it doesn't come across as asskissin', because it's genuine, and he can see that. |
Hold on a second, Big D. You sayin' you eat pussy? |
Nigger, I eat everything. I eat pussy. I eat the butt. I eat every motherfuckin' thang. |
Go on pussyeaters... laugh. You look like you be eatin' pussy. You got pussyeatin' mugs. Now if a nigger wants to get his dick sucked he's got to do a bunch of fuckedup shit. |
So you do eat pussy! |
Naw naw! |
You don't like it, but you eat that shit. He eats it. |
Ain't no man have to eat pussy! |
Take that shit somewhere else. |
What the fuck are you talkin' about? |
Floyd say he don't be eatin' pussy. |
Shit, any nigger say he don't eat pussy is lyin' his ass off. |
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