"Buck, you talk to Nick yet today?" "No." "No." "Weird." "He just hasn't called you, Buck." "He fucking lives with me, Conner." "Fucker never calls me." "He doesn't call you because he doesn't like you." "Like the rest of us, he's trying to figure out... why BuckIey keeps you around." "Shut up and fucking drive." "Oh, yeah." "It's time for me to go all EI Mariachi style." "Conner, you never even saw that movie." "And you're not going in there with that attitude." "I've already explained how this has to go." "Pete, you're taking the pistol." "I'm getting the boom stick." "Conner, I don't want a loaded gun." "You can't be serious." "Look, I'II just be firing the warning shot." "Right?" "Yeah." "Here." "Now...the warning shot." "OK?" "It's... if you're gonna be" "Are you fucking paying attention?" "Yes!" "Tch." "The initial warning shot, and do not forget" "Yeah, that shotgun spreads." "Man, I've already heard this shit before." "relax." "We got it." "AII right!" "I want everyone to lay on" "♪ Some people say a man ♪" "♪ Is made out of mud ♪" "♪ A poor man's made outta muscle and blood ♪" "♪ muscle and blood and skin and bones ♪" "♪ A mind that's weak and a back that's strong ♪" "♪ You load 16 tons, whaddaya get?" "♪" "♪ Another day older and deeper in debt ♪" "♪ Saint Peter, don'tcha call me ♪" "♪ 'Cause I can't go ♪" "♪ I owe my soul to the company store ♪" "Hey, mister." "willie, is that your name?" "willie?" "That's what I got here on this sheet." "Yeah." "willie or wilson." "wilson, wilson, yeah." "OK." "I'II call you wilson." "That's more proper." "AII right." "Let's go." "You're with me." "AII right." "You know, I was in there." "I was in there, in the prison." "Ah, that was a Iong time ago." "Whew." "Long time ago." "I'd be willing to bet you that, uh... you were coming in when I was on my way out." "Not a place I plan on making my way back to." "Ah, I tell you." "Adjusting to out here is the tough part." "folks call that place the joint." "I call it the place... 'cause there ain't no place like it." "Heh heh heh." "What's your name?" "My name?" "Heh heh heh." "well, my Christian name is CIetus Woods... but, uh, I don't" "I don't use that at all anymore." "See, growing up... my older brother's friends all had bad names." "Names like, uh..." "Bad Boy Jack." "But you see..." "I had to have me a bad name... and when those Western films came out..." "I picked a perfect name." "Mean Marvin." "Huh?" "Ha ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha ha." "Marvin." "Was he The Dirty Dozen?" "Oh, hell, no." "He was The Good, Bad, And The ugly." "You sure you're not thinking of Lee Van cleef?" "'cause I saw The Good, Bad, And The ugly... and I saw A Few dollars More... and those are both Lee Van cleef." "Shit." "Are you telling me I had the wrong nickname for decades?" "well, I'II be damned." "Ain't that a bitch?" "For 20, maybe 30 years, I've been calling myself... the wrong name." "Good nickname either way." "I guess I couId be Lee Marvin with a Van cleef smile." "Can you see it?" "Can you see it?" "Yeah, I see it." "well, but hey... how I earned that name." "Now that's the real deal, OK?" "Now, everybody can come up with a cool sounding name." "But hey..." "I couId shoot a thimble off a horse's head... from 50 yards away." "Bam!" "Ha ha ha." "That's no joke." "Ha." "tell you what..." "I'm old as Kansas now, but I couId show you." "I couId show you." "well, Lee, I might like to see something like that." "You never know when a good eye could come in use." "Mind if I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, what's that?" "Go ahead." "Why was it you were in prison?" "Oh, Lord." "I was wrongly accused." "black, young, and bad." "Heh heh." "Like, actually innocent or prison innocent?" "No, wilson." "I was in fact innocent." "You see, there weren't many black folks... in Arizona when I went to prison." "A crime was committed... and I was black, about the same size... as that other fool, and then that was it." "The funny thing is..." "I was innocent of the crime committed... but Lord knows I was guilty... of a whole bunch of other crimes." "Heh." "I committed armed robbery and even worse." "You know, the way I Iook at it, it was kind of a blessing." "Lord slapped me in the face with His almighty hand and I needed it." "I needed that slap 'cause I was a bad man." "I was a bad man!" "You know, Lee, I think you were a good man." "well, I am now." "Shh. 30 years ago, I would've hated you for being white." "Fighting racism with racism." "Ain't that a bitch?" "Yeah." "You hear about a man's past coming back to haunt him." "well, that was my past." "wilson, that was my past." "And so you veered away from a life of crime?" "My life is my son and the Lord." "You know, wilson, you haven't told me anything about you." "Yeah." "You know, I wanted to talk to you, Lee." "Uh" "Why don't we take your car instead of the bus?" "Heh heh heh heh." "Yeah." "Fastest friend I ever made." "Heh." "Yeah, we can do that." "We can do that." "Take care, Rose." "Uh, I'II have a cup of coffee." "Me, too." "Heh heh heh." "Lord, Lord, Lord, uh, uh" "I don't know, wilson." "This...this ain't the wild, wild West no more... and I'm an old guy and, uh... an old guy like me ain't gonna be no good to you." "No good at all." "You can still shoot." "Oh, hell, yeah, I can still shoot." "But I ain't gonna shoot nobody." "I kill somebody, heh heh..." "I'm gonna have to answer to the Lord." "You're not gonna have to hurt anyone." "No, no." "This is not just about the money." "I explained that." "I know it ain't about the money." "But like I told you, I'm old." "I got arthritis, my back is bad... my lungs don't work right anymore." "I can see where you're coming from, but...uh..." "I just can't do it." "It scares me, wilson." "It really does." "See, I want to spend the rest of my days... devoted to the Lord... not robbing banks." "Lee, come on, I already explained the concept to you." "We won't be doing any robbing at all." "Now, for this thing to go off in the next couple of days... and be successful, I need your help." "I cannot let what's going on inside of me..." "I cannot let that rest until I do this." "Look here, wilson." "Now..." "I'm gonna be honest with myself... with you, my son... and the Lord." "See, now..." "I'm trying to lead my Iife as straight as a burning arrow." "Now, the only reason I'm even listening to you... even considering what you're saying... is that flame on the end of that arrow, it ain't out yet." "No, it's not out, Lee." "And another thing..." "I've killed lots and lots of people... in my early days." "Now, they were bad people... godIess peopIe-- but I killed 'em." "I still killed." "No killing, Lee." "You say that, wilson, but you don't know that." "Thank you, ma'am." "I see that you are pained by your past, Lee." "I, too, am a victim of my own actions." "Actions far less noble than your own." "I was teamed up with Mackey WiIIis." "Guy this is all about." "He was vicious." "He looked for excuses to end short-term accomplices." "[Gunshot]" "Ahh." "I'm surprised as hell I even made it to prison." "Had I been anyone else I would've had scorpions shitting on my corpse." "But we got along, we had our light moments." "[Gunshot]" "Which always seemed to end in some kind of violent act on Mackey's part." "He couldn't control himself." "always tying up loose ends." "Sounds like a wicked kind of fellow." "Oh, he was." "He was a son of a bitch." "I told you, Mackey landed me in prison." "Mackey killed one new acquaintance--RaIphy." "Good man, too." "Tried to stop him." "He killed him, called the police... gave them an anonymous tip, said it was me... and that was it, set in stone." "Murder charges never carried over to trial, but, uh... robbery was enough." "Before I got arrested..." "I gave half my money to my wife... and brought the rest over to ralphy's boy." "About six years old, didn't even have a mother." "Here you go, fella." "Name was taylor, cute little biscuit-shaped kid." "Sounds like a real mean sucker." "You still have contact with him?" "Some, but I know where to find him." "He has gone to the same gambling spot for 30 years..." "last I heard." "plays the nickel machines." "Not even smart enough to play poker or blackjack." "Let's go there." "See if you can see what I'm dealing with." "Wait a minute." "You were locked up for over 20 years." "You trying to tell me you think you're gonna find him... in the same place he was when you were locked up?" "people like Mackey do not change." "Who's the tar baby?" "hello, Mackey." "willie, when somebody asks you a question... they expect an answer." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I didn't introduce myself." "I'm standing around here all quiet and such." "My name is Lee." "Ohh." "I didn't see you as trucking with colored folk, willie." "Ha ha ha." "I didn't even see you being out yet." "If ever." "AII right, Mackey." "Come on." "Let's give it a rest." "Huh?" "You'II have to excuse my comments." "Don't mistake them for bigotry." "Just accept them for what they are." "I don't like black people." "But that doesn't mean... that I don't try to get along with you... and I hope you can understand that... uh..." "Lee, was it?" "Lee." "I wanna do a bank." "I need the money and, uh... though I thought maybe you were retired or incapable of doing it..." "I'd Iike you to head the thing up." "Lee here will be part of it." "Sounds delicious." "In fact, I was thinking about getting some... of the old guys together and, uh, hitting... the only shithoIe of a bank left in scottsdale." "Nothing national or worldwide, right?" "Fuck, no!" "It's a bank for Mexicans, fucking wetbacks." "José Suárez of scottsdale." "It's faIIing apart, far north, secluded, you know." "Oh, yeah." "I know that bank." "My son, uh--opened up an account a while back." "well, that's exactly what I mean." "Come on." "Let's go discuss this in a more remote location." "Fucking cameras make me nervous." "Fucking Mexican fireworks!" "Fuck!" "Cocksucker!" "Hey!" "Hee hee!" "Hey, willie!" "Heh heh heh." "Baby, thanks for the tequila." "Huh?" "Sure a big spender for making 8 cents an hour for 20 years." "Jesus Christ!" "Ha ha ha." "See what I mean?" "So, baby, you--you wanna do this in a few days?" "Huh?" "I'd Iike to." "OK, baby." "I guess I'm in." "I mean, Jesus." "I fucked you over, put in the slammer." "I guess I owe you." "Don't I, kid?" "I owe you." "AII right." "You do the driving." "I'II do the stealing." "You get 40 percent." "I get 58... and King Kong there gets the rest, ha ha ha ha." "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "Motherfucker gets the rest!" "Ha ha ha ha!" "You won't need a gun in this job, willie... 'cause I got my Desert eagle... and what a beautiful slut she is." "always spitting, never swallowing." "Just like I Iike my women." "Huh?" "actually, I'd Iike to have one... just to keep in the glove compartment." "Huh?" "Ohh." "Something to put in the glove compartment." "Hey." "Yeah, I happen to have... a little fucking, uh, pea shooter that you can use." "That way, old buddy, if you decide to shoot me in the back... when I'm walking away..." "I'II have time to turn around and blow your brains out!" "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Lee's got to go to work in the morning." "And I want to get back, get settled... call sylvia, Iet her know I'm out." "Oh, sylvia." "Oh, yeah." "Oh, Jesus." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah, I was thinking about banging sylvia... when you were in the slammer... but I decided, "Hey, I fucked this guy over once." ""Twice would be too fucking much."" "Ha ha ha ha ha ha." "You've got a way with words, Mackey." "He sure does." "AII right." "The grand finale!" "Ha ha ha ha!" "Let the fireworks sound!" "[whistles]" "Fucking Mexican wetback assholes." "[Bang]" "BUCK:" "Uh, it's a beautiful night." "Ahh." "CONNER:" "It's all right." "Where are those other puss bags?" "BUCK:" "Don't be stupid." "CONNER:" "I'm not." "Just think it's kind of gay... that those kids get everything they want just handed to them." "I mean, it's not fair." "You and me, we don't got shit for family." "BUCK:" "That's why I got your back, bro." "Every once in a while you squeeze out... a little tiny nugget of..." "CONNER:" "Fuck you." "BUCK:" "little, squeezing, tiny, tiny little nugget." "CONNER:" "I take that shit back then, bitch." "I can see we pissed on a moment." "Conner looked like he was moving in for the kiss." "What?" "Suck my dick, Nick." "cool it." "You guys sound like a couple of schoolyard girls already." "Hey, phillip." "Come out yet?" "Fuck your mother, Conner." "Hey, I need to talk about some shit with you, man." "I'm here." "Damn." "You're just a little slut tonight, buckley." "I mean, you're flirting with everybody." "I'II tell you later." "[Gunshot]" "What the fuck was that?" "Shit!" "I'II go find out." "Watch out." "walk right up, take that fucker's gun right away from him." "Yeah." "Go over there, Conner." "Find out what it is." "I can't wait to hear one more shot." "Conner, don't be a fucking moron." "Let's just go." "[Phone ringing]" "Yeah?" "BUCK:" "Are you trying to go get a few drinks?" "What's the hoId-up, man?" "Uh, just a second, man." "Where's your dad?" "I've been here three dozen times." "I've seen him all of once." "Uh...off on business somewhere." "Not sure." "Yeah." "well, Iet's go." "AII right." "I'II drive, too." "Uh, why are we here?" "I don't know." "This bar's all right, I guess." "No, phillip." "Uh, what's bothering you?" "You woke me up for this?" "phillip?" "What are you looking at?" "Those two blonde girls over there." "Can you back off the A.D.D. for one second?" "Whatever." "Red-headed slut." "Can I have four more Red-headed sluts?" "Ahh." "I'm on a roll." "What?" "So I'm going these two alone?" "Yeah." "♪ Never let me go ♪" "♪ Oooh-oooh ♪" "PHILLIP:" "I fucked that little bitch." "I fucked her an hour before she turned 18." "Love it!" "Ahh." "You fucking disgust me, man." "You have no respect at all." "Do you even remember her name?" "Like it matters... but Lindsay Ryder." "Yeah, don't care." "But don't you think that treating... all these women so badly is somehow... going to come back and bite you in the ass?" "Like affect your fortune?" "Nope." "Never even crosses my brilliant mind." "Look at my father." "The guy is the king of shitting on women." "He makes a Iot of money." "He fucking degrades them on a regular basis." "He's living it up." "[Phone ringing]" "Yeah." "well... you're a bastard just like your father." "[Phone ringing]" "Hey, Mom." "OK." "I'II be right there." "Sorry, guys, I am out." "You're out?" "You fucking live here." "family business, brother." "tell you about it later." "Just remember." "Things tend to form... a full circle sometimes." "Conner still coming over?" "Yep." "AII right." "I know you constantly remind me... but why is it you keep that motherfucker around?" "You two will just never understand." "Uh, shit." "Conner." "Now the night's shot." "No." "We'II go put on battle royale." "We'II leave in 10 minutes." "Shortbus can't handle subtitles." "wilson, last night made me think of my old days." "The days when I was killing." "Mackey has a tendency to do that to people, Lee." "I've never hated someone faster, never." "The hatred he has for me because of my race... makes my blood boil." "The only reason I'm putting up with this shit... is because of my boy." "And you... you're all right with me." "My blood's been simmering for Mackey... for almost a quarter of a century." "I know how it feels." "I guess so." "Shit." "If I was in that place for that..." "I'd have spent my time thinking about how..." "I couId break out of there... and whack that son of a bitch." "killing him would have given me less to do... than I would've liked." "He's given me purpose, Lee." "You know the two-part plan." "You, Mackey, and I, that's the one end." "I already explained the other." "I know Mackey and I know that he'II tell the police... about my involvement." "That's why I'm setting it up the way I am." "Yeah, I understand." "Mackey with his big gold Desert eagle." "He will not see it as making sense to give himself up." "No, he's killed before... and he'II kill more if it'II keep him from being arrested." "He will not exit that bank alive." "Are you telling me he'd kill folks in that bank... and no money?" "unlikely...but possible." "And no guarantee about the money." "No, Mackey will do what Mackey wants to do." "If he decides to go into that bank... to kill somebody, he'II just fire away." "Shoot." "I wish you'd not told me." "I don't have room in my Iife or my religion... for more death." "If you think he's gonna go in there... and kill poor bank folks, you tell me now." "I need the money, but I'II be goddamned if I need it that bad." "There he is." "pull over." "There he is." "Outside" "wilson, are you hearing me?" "I hear you, Lee, but I need you." "MACKEY:" "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "There, there, there he goes!" "And away we go." "Ladies!" "What a fine night it is." "Huh?" "Ahh." "Mackey, you and Lee are gonna have to hang out for a little while." "I have to go over to sylvia's." "Ha ha ha ha." "That's a funny joke." "Mackey, how about just once?" "Oh, yeah." "OK." "I'm sold, American, sold." "Yeah." "You want some Brie and crackers?" "No, I think I'II be fine until dinner." "You're so thin, wilson." "So thin." "What have they been feeding my cowboy up there, huh?" "Is the boy coming or is it gonna be you and me?" "Of course he's coming." "Heh heh heh." "Did he sound excited?" "What do you think?" "He didn't spend years wearing crayons... down to the nub for nothing." "You're the reason he learned how to write a letter." "You were his first smiley face." "And he's been waiting his whole life for this day." "What time is he going to get here?" "Uh..." "I guess about five minutes." "He's on his way." "Why don't you... go get me some pasta, tomatoes, and beef." "I'm thinking I might make some of my famous spaghetti." "You wanna go this introduction alone?" "well, uh... you've been here five minutes... and already you're sending me off." "I'm hungry, and I'd Iike to cook for you." "Do I Iook too old?" "I mean, it's been a Iong time and maybe things just..." "Oh, come on, sylvia." "Look..." "I'd Iike to get this father-son conversation over with kinda quick... and I figured without you here... it wouId be a little less cumbersome." "And-- you look stunning." "If you say so." "OK." "I'II go get you your pasta." "Just remember, if you even consider landing him where you ended up... we're talking ritual castration if you ever try anything like that." "Quit fooling around." "Come on, sylvia." "I want to make some spaghetti." "Finish chopping the vegetables." "[Chopping]" "[Car approaches]" "They say you need to light a cigarette... finish your old beer... and crack a new beer to fully enjoy the scene." "OK." "You native Arizona Phoenicians are out of your" "Fuck you!" "Shut up!" "[Soundtrack music playing]" "Here it is." "[Screaming and fighting]" "Ohh!" "I'm going to be that guy for halloween next year, man." "For sure." "I'm going to find some girl to dress up... as that evil molested bitch." "Ohh." "That shit will rock." "[doorbell ringing]" "BOTH:" "Ahh." "Time to baby-sit." "Yeah." "Look, can you get the door?" "I want to at Ieast finish this scene before he comes stomping in." "[♪ BACH:" "Air On The G String]" "Hey, bitch." "Where's Buck?" "Not here." "He didn't wait?" "Jeez." "What a faggot." "Hey, Pete." "Heh." "Chick shit again, huh?" "Aw, fucking gay!" "You guys gotta not watch so many Chinese films." "I mean you're not supposed to have to fucking read... when you watch a movie." "Conner, it's Japanese." "Same shit." "Where are you coming from?" "Mom's house, stopped by for a couple of minutes." "Who's inside?" "I think--I think Petey and Nick are here... and Conner's on his way if he's not here already." " Ugh." " Why?" "You wanna go get some beer?" "Aw..." "I'm sold." "How you doing, man?" "cool." "What's happening, dawg?" "Not too much, uh..." "I was thinking that those ill' chocolate éclairs... right there looked pretty good." "AII right." "You want one?" "How many you want?" "Yeah, yeah, it's fine." "MACKEY:" "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!" "Hey, orangutan." "I don't have time for you girls to flirt." "Then take your motherfucking monkey ass... somewhere else then, man." "Yeah, you bigot fuck." "Take your fucking Confederate fIag-waving ass out of here." "Ooh, sorry, little girl, I can't hear." "I've got a tricky ear." "I can't hear dick from Dorothy half the time." "Ha ha." "Hey, man, Iet this old fool get his shit... so he can get the fuck out my store." "fool!" "fool!" "I Iove it!" "Yeah, that's pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?" "Or in his case, the black calling the kettle black." "Either way, motherfucker, you lose." "Heh heh heh." "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "Hey, hey, hey." "Phew!" "Ha ha ha!" "Ooh, it's my turn now." "Ha ha." "Oh, give me a bottle of your cheapest tequila, boy... and... and a mirror shine." " Ha ha ha!" " Hey!" "Someone needs to blow your fucking face in half." "Oh, shit." "Ahem." "Draw at will, little boy." "Draw at will!" "Woof woof woof woof!" "Whoa, boy." "Show a little fucking respect here, man." "I don't respect your bitch ass." "You should always respect those... who can...blow your fucking brains out." "Ha ha ha ha!" "He did it!" "Aw, shit." "Did you even pay?" "I didn't even see you pay." "What was that guy yelling about?" "You gave him some shit, didn't you?" "You son of a bitch." "Ha ha ha ha!" "King Kong, long dong." "Oh, Jesus." "Why did you do that, Mackey?" "Spite, old friend." "Spite." "Hey, Son, did that man give you any trouble?" "Where the hell did you just come from, man?" "Did he insult you?" "Naw, man." "I mean, he basically called me a nigger... but, I mean, shoot, I get them fools all the time." "Rednecks." "It's cool, Dad." "No, hell, no!" "It ain't cool." "It ain't cool at all." "well, what you doing rolling with that cat then, man?" "'Cause that dude's nasty as hell, pops." "In fact, I'm going to go out there and drop that fool off." "Listen, Son, thank you for helping your old man... make up his mind about something." "About what, Dad?" "Your father almost turned away... from his better judgment for money." "I don't give a damn about money." "Look, uh, I'II tell you more about it tomorrow." "Hey, well, Dad, I don't know what's going on, man... but, look, you want something before you go?" "Something?" "Yeah, I'II have a cup of coffee." "AII right, well, look, I just put that on... a couple of minutes ago, so it will only take a couple of seconds." "So, just chill out in here with me for a second." "Have some coffee with me, man." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Ha ha ha ha." "Yeah, I'II have a cup of hot fresh brewed coffee... from my son any hour of the day." "Whatever, man, you know, you're getting corny in your old age, man." "Ha ha ha ha!" "AII right, and fuck you, jungle bunny!" "See ya tomorrow, willie." "Hey, babe, babe, baby." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Hey, hey!" "Hoo hoo!" "Heh heh heh!" "Look at these two little honeys." "Sweetest ass I've seen all night." "It wouldn't surprise me, Conner." "Everybody knows you're a switch hitter." "MAN:" "You're a very frustrating person to deal with, phillip." "Damn, dude, you're getting yourself all fired up." "Look, I can get it to you, all right?" "But scaring me doesn't move things along for shit." "So at what point did Conner come ruin the movie?" "Ohh." "Right at the part when the two badasses... the girl that gets molested and the dude that does it for fun... when they're having their fucking showdown." "That's a wicked scene." " Yeah." " No shit!" "Wicked my ass." "That movie was horrible." "It's better if you know how to read." "MAN:" "You know what that means to me and my family." "You know that you should not have removed it to begin with... and the thing is, you just do not seem to care... and just seem to think that dancing around the issue... will make me forget your obligation to return something... which wrongly fell into your hands in the first place." "No, no." "I didn't think you'd forget." "Just know that I am done contacting your useless ass." "Know that and prepare." "Is Mr. Lucre going to actually get out of your car?" "phil, get the fuck out of the car." "In a minute, man." "I'm finishing my beer." "Pfff!" "What a pussy!" "He's afraid of me." "No, Conner, he is not afraid of you." "Oh, yeah?" "Why don't you get out of the car, pussy?" "Fuck you, Conner!" "Aaah." "Look at this tough cookie monster." "Bitch, don't come at me." "I'II fucking lay you out." "Ohh!" "Ohh!" "Ho ho ho!" "Oh!" "Uhh." "Fuck." "Ha ha ha ha!" "Go home, Conner." "I was just fucking with you, man." " Go home." " Shit." "If you follow us in there, I fucking swear to God..." "I'II make you hit pavement on the way out." "[♪ Dance music playing]" "Ugh, prick!" "Move it along." "Now." "Did you see that bitch?" "Like I'm just gonna allow some crack whore... the privilege of resting her ass on my cock?" "I thought she was pretty normal." "Ah." "Whatever you say, jolting Jim." "I don't know, man." "She looked all right to me." "Nice pair of Cs." "My favorite letter of the alphabet." "I don't know." "Uh..." "I, uh... wanted to ask you guys something." "Now, if you were to say this proposition... was outlandish, it wouId be somewhat of an understatement." "You wanna rob a bank?" "A fucking bank, rob it!" "Fucking rob that motherfucker!" "Are you fucking serious?" "Yeah." "Don't look at me so fast there, Johnny cowboy." "I'm still not sure if you're twisting our collective nipple." "Twisting--I am not." "Might there be some insight as to why... we're doing something so incredibly stupid?" "It's coming." "I was trying to knead the idea slowly... gradually, give more information as I go along." "So here is the interesting aspect of all of this." "We will not be taking a cent of that bank's money." "Whoa, I'm glad I didn't sign on before hearing that." "Yeah, yeah, you lost me on that one." "Now, this is where trust comes in." "We've all done stuff together before." "Yeah, stealing a couple hundred bucks from dealers here and there... but that wasn't shit." "Did it work out?" "Yeah." "exactly." "See, it's going to be sort of a gift of actions." "We'd be acting as kind of a distraction... and not--not even really that." "We're going to be in the bank long enough... to alarm the police... then we're going to act as though we're going back... on our little robbery plan... quietly and politely apologize... and quickly make our exit..." "leaving not a trace nor a fingerprint behind." "What the fuck is the point of that?" "Gift of actions." "Gift to who?" "I made up my mind, wilson." "About this whole deal." "I ain't gonna do it." "Can't do it." "Come on, Lee." "Look, you said..." "I told you, it's gonna be easy." "You need the money." "Money?" "wilson, there ain't gonna be any money... and nothing with this bigot is going to be easy for me, nothing." "As much as I'd Iike to see that bastard go down..." "I can't have any part of this plan." "Lee, come on." "How am I going to get there?" "Mackey doesn't drive." "Ohh." "OK." "Yeah, I see." "You know, wilson..." "I wondered what the hell you needed... with an old con and an old man like me." "You needed a car." "It's as simple as that." "I was glad to be around you, wilson... because the more I am... the more I don't like what I see." "This--this--this whole plan smells funny--and selfish." "No, it really isn't, Lee." "I just want Mackey." "No, I know what you want and I'II have no part of it." "You never stopped to think that they could get killed." "You are selfish as hell... and it's gonna jump up and bite you." "Can I borrow your car for a couple of days just to do this?" "well, there it is, isn't it?" "Now I know better." "No, wilson." "You can't borrow my car." "You know, wilson, I--I was hoping I was wrong about you." "I saw us as friends." "I really wanted you to help me with this." "Sorry, but like I told you before..." "I'm old as hell... and I don't need any selfish revenge bullshit in my Iife." "The Lord is watching out for me.... and you, too, and you'd be smart to rethink this whole thing... before it caves in on your thick head." "Can't do that, Lee." "Just can't." "[Engine starts]" "Foopa?" "I don't-- what the fuck's a foopa?" "Oh, come on." "Fat up her pussy." "Oh, ha ha ha." "Oh, that's so disgusting." "Where do you fucking come up with this shit?" "I'II see you tomorrow." "Good night." "Ugh!" "♪ There'II be no strings to bind your hands ♪" "♪ Not if my love can find your heart ♪" "♪ There's no need to take a stand ♪" "♪ For it was I who chose to start ♪" "♪ I see no need to take me home ♪" "♪ I'm old enough to face the dawn ♪" "♪ Just call me angel of the morning, angel ♪" "♪ Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby ♪" "♪ Just call me angel of the morning, angel ♪" "♪ Then slowly turn away ♪" "♪ From me ♪" "♪ Maybe the sunlight will be dim ♪" "♪ And it won't matter anyhow ♪" "♪ If morning's echoes says we've sinned ♪" "♪ well, it was what I wanted now ♪" "♪ And if we're victims of the night ♪" "♪ I won't be blinded by the light ♪" "♪ Just call me angel of the morning, angel ♪" "No one's going to miss you." "♪ Just touch my cheek before you leave me ♪" "♪ Baby ♪" "We have to rob that motherfucking bank." "I mean, if you won't do it... we'II do it with phillip and... we'II ask Conner." "buckley, you were saying that shit could backfire." "No, no, no." "OK." "But you said we were going to get a couple of guns." "Yeah." "I'm not big on guns, man." "Outside of the movies, I'm not big on them at all." "You really think we'd put you in harm's way?" "You're missing the boat here, bud." "We're not questioning the source." "We're question the questionable." "Yeah." "What if we go to jail?" "Or if PhiIIip gets shot?" "You don't feel at all used in this whole thing?" "You, Nick, phillip, and sometimes Conner... you guys are my Iife." "I would be destroyed permanently... if one of you were to be hurt or killed." "If anything were to happen to any of you..." "I would take it up with him." "I mean, how many times are you going to get this opportunity?" "Never, hopefully." "Yes, and that's how we should look at it." "See it how I see it, or at Ieast fucking try." "I don't know, man." "Hey, run with it... go along for now... and you can always bail out." "AII right." "I wiII--for now." "I will, too, but you need to know" "If anything were to go remotely wrong..." "I'II look his way." "[Thunder]" "[Phone]" "PHILLIP: ♪ Duh-duh-duh-duh, duh, duh ♪" "Leave a message, bee-itch." "[Beep]" "Fuck." "Any word from phillip?" "No." "He's probably fucking worried about doing it." "well... you know Nick and I are still in." "I'm calling Conner." "So, you want us to go to Mexico?" "I wanted you and phillip to go... but he must be hung over or something." "He hasn't picked up my calls all day." "It's real cool, Buck." "real cool." "Yeah, but it should be easy." "He said it's all set up and everything." "should be a breeze." "Is he Mexican?" "Is he vato motherfucker or what?" "I don't know." "I just hear he's got a go-to... to get a couple of fast guns." "I'm gonna stay here with Petey... but I'II give you guys a call and see how it went." "Right." "I should be leading this whole deal, man." "Seeing's how I'm the one with the fucking cojon-yays." "Cojones." "Fuck you, man." "You know what I meant." "I also don't know about this soft little bitch." "You seem skeptical." "Soft little...softie." "How's your eye doing there, Conner?" "Fuck you." "Guess we're going to Mexico." "[♪ salsa music playing]" "What?" "Nothing, man." "Knock again." "[Door opens]" "Are you Tee?" "MAN:" "Who's asking?" "buckley said we could find this" "buckley who?" "Said what?" "buckley said this was where we could find Tee." " Hah." "Is that so?" " Yeah." "I'm the Texican." "Texican?" "No, no, no there, buddy." "Don't forget the "the."" "It's what gives it the pop." "The Texican." "AII right." "So you're Tee?" "The Texican." " We got that." " Good." "You two range rats coming in here or what?" "Now, I talked to someone associated with BuckIey earlier today." "He told me you was coming." "I got a few things for you." "Hey, why do they call you the Texican?" "Ahh." "Who's they?" "I think he's asking who or how you got that nickname." "Didn't no one give me this nickname, boy." "I call myself that." "When you call yourself something... people call you that, too." "Heh." "So, what, you gave yourself that fucking name?" "Hey!" "Ain't no fucking name about it." "And yeah." "I did give myself this name." "If that's a problem for you..." "I'II start sizing you up right now." "Why the hell were you testing that fucking neck, man?" "I wasn't testing shit." "I just thought it was stupid... that fat fuck named himself." "I did, too, but you don't make that apparent... when dealing with a Iow-IeveI gun dealer... in the middle of a Mexican ghetto." "Not a good idea." "Ahh." "[Spanish voices on television]" "[Phone ringing]" "WOMAN ON TELEVISION:" "Nooo!" "taylor speaking." "They just left." "Got all the star power they'II ever need." "Don't mind helping out... an old friend of the family." " Sit still." " Oh, yeah?" "Just know..." "Yeah." "dallas is on the tube." "It's the one where J.R. gets shot." "Whew." "Hey, man, stop." "Turn around, go back there." "What?" "Turn around and go back to that gun store." "I just wanna get a couple of boxes of rounds for the shotgun." "AII right, buddy." "See ya." "Ahh." "[♪ dallas theme music playing]" "[bell rings]" "You Serdy?" "I might be." "What's it to you?" "I mean, why do you have all these fucking teddy bears?" "I Iike teddy bears so I sell teddy bears." "Oh, yeah?" "It's pretty gay." "I think the only motherfuckers who have teddy bears... are bitches and butt pumpers." "Which one are you, bro?" "He's kind of indirectly asking... for some 1 2-gauge shells." "obviously." "Yeah, but not the slugs." "Them right there." "The double trouble." "Yeah." "How much is that shit?" "I ain't selling you these shells... unless you buy a teddy bear." "Oh, Conner, how about this baby blue one?" "Fits your cool persona." "Fuck you, and fuck you." "I'm not buying one of those fag pillows." "Then you ain't getting any shells." "Shh." "No bear...no shells." "Whatever, man." "Just give me the fucking yellow one." "Baby blue." "You sure you want yellow?" "What?" "No, man." "I want the fucking yellow one." "Just give me the fucking yellow bear." "He made a good choice." "Man, fuck Serdy, man." "Fuck that guy." "The man apparently loves his bears." "You know, you have a way of hitting soft spots on contact?" "Ahh." "You wanna smoke a bowl?" " Fucking smoke your shit." " Oh, you're an ass." "I'm gonna go grab a gram." "Ahh." "Ahh." "Ahh." "Pyow!" "Pyow!" "[Phone ringing]" "buckley." "Hmm." " bill." " Ha ha." "Great teddy bear." "[Thunder]" "AII right." "I want everyone to lay on the fucking" " Shit!" " Fuck!" "What the fuck just happened?" "Fuck!" "Aah!" "Get off of me, Conner!" "What are you doing, man?" "It was an accident." " Motherfucker!" " Man, I fucking slipped." "What the fuck are you doing, man?" "We gotta go with the plan." "I'II fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!" "It was an accident, Nick." "Goddamn it!" " Ah!" "Uh!" " Goddamn it!" "What the fuck are you doing?" "Man, get off me, man!" "Get off me!" "Goddamn it, bro." "Don't ever fucking hit me again." "Move!" "Put the money in the bag, motherfucker!" "I don't see your, uh..." " Where's your bag?" " Shit!" "I don't have one." "Fucking find me something, stanley." "A trash bag." "I don't give a shit." "Just find me something and put the money in it." "Now!" "You!" "Give me that fucking baby bag thing." "That fucking baby backpack, lady, now!" "I don't have all fucking day." "Do whatever you got to do now, stanley." "Tape the leg holes up with duct tape." "I don't give a shit." "Just fill it up." "Yeah." "Yes, uh--sir." "Fuck." "Fuck you, man." "It was an accident." "It was an accident." "Fuck you, Conner." "It was a fucking accident!" "That's not my name." "Conner's not my name." "It's my code name." "Come on, stanley." "Thanks for using José Suárez." "Don't be a smartass." "OK." "Good." "You're here." "You got out of there." "You...you have a gun?" "Yeah." "In the glove box." "Hey." "What you got in that bag there, kid?" "What the fuck do you think I have in the bag?" "Who the fuck are you?" "Come on, kid." "I asked you a question." "What your parents told you... about listening to your elders is dead-on." "Is it loaded?" "Yeah." "What you need a loaded gun for?" "What's your name?" "It's Conner." "Conner." "An Irish kid, huh?" "Yeah." "Irish guys are tough." "Ah." "Ah." "What the fuck do you want?" "Hey, come on." "You lower your gun... and I'II tell you what I want, huh?" "You Irish guys are tough... but you're not very smart." "Why don't you give me the money?" "Lower your gun." "Fuck you." "It's not gonna happen." "Kid, if by the count of three... you don't lower your gun... and give me the money..." "I'm gonna blow a fist-sized hole through your chest." "The count of three." "One... two..." "I told you, this thing is going to be with no violence." "No shooting, no wild West stuff." "Smooth sailing, right?" "Yeah." "[Gunshots]" "[♪ Ranchera playing]"