Life of Crime

This film contains very strong language.

ORDELL: So you done heard it now...

So...

what do you think?

LOUIS: What I don't see, I don't see a schedule of events.

It's a little loose.

But see, what we are right now is be flexible. You see what I mean?

And it can go down any time once the old man is gone.

And now that we know that he's going away and she going to be there all alone,

that might be too good to wait.

The guy's pulling about 50K a month out of Detroit.

Not declaring it, not paying taxes, any of that shit.

OK, why isn't that enough? Hold that over his head.

He pays you or you go to the Federal Building.

Because I know he's doing it, but I can't prove it.

I tell you, the man ain't dumb. It ain't like he got his name on no papers or nothing.

We take this man's wife...

OK, he's so scared that he gotta pay.

And it ain't like he can stall us out and tell us,

"It's going to take me a couple of weeks to get the money together."

Not if he want to see his wife again.

Hey, listen, Louis, you done heard all about it.

You with it or not?

DOOR OPENS

SIGHS

Guy come out behind me?

No.

Wait.

Yeah, you mean this big dude with the Borsalino?

Um, yeah.

I'm in the can, comes up, says, "Hey, loan me some money."

I say, "Loan you some money? You want a buck for a drink, what?"

He pulls a knife, says he wants to borrow whatever I got in my wallet.

Mother took 27.

Talk some shit to him. Try to get him out in the middle of the street.

-Nah, I don't think it'd work.

-Try it.

If it don't, then keep running.

Hey, you!

The fuck you want? You want to take another 30 leak?

-What?

-How about you quit hiding behind a knife

and a bunch of women, you fat tub of shit and come out here?

-What the...

-That's right.

BOTH GRUNTING

Get your ass up. Come on!

HONKING

WOMAN: Damn!

PANTING

TYRES SQUEAL

GRUNTS

-Dropped this.

-Yeah.

How much this cost him?

Couple hundred.

I hope he learned something, but I doubt it.

CHUCKLING

MUSIC PLAYING: Sunny by Michael Bradford feat. Michael North

# Sunny

# Yesterday my life was filled with rain... #

FRANK: 'Eighteenth hole. The guy's standing over

'his tee shot for what seems like an eternity.'

Finally his partner says, "What is taking you so long?

"Hit the damn ball!"

The guys says, "Well, my wife is up there watching from the clubhouse,

"and I want to make this a perfect shot."

His partner says, "Give me a break!"

"There ain't a snowball's chance in hell you're going to hit her from here!"

LAUGHTER

Hi.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-How you doing, Marshall?

-I'm great.

RAY: Mr and Mrs Frank Dawson. Tally-ho, everyone.

What happened, they couldn't find a bigger trophy?

I'm going to have to buy a bigger house to put it in.

-Have you met Mickey, my wife?

-No. Hi, Mickey.

-Ray Shelby.

-Nice to meet you.

She's the other trophy in my life.

RAY CHUCKLING

WOMEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY

-Hello, Mickey.

-Hi.

MICKEY: Frank.

Hey, Frank.

I'll drive. I'd really like to.

FRANK: You know what's funny?

After 15 years, I still have to explain to you this is work, winning this thing.

-Frank...

-You make remarks like it's a piece of shit.

I never said that! Frank. Watch the road!

HORN BLARING

This here is like the Statue of Liberty with a golfer on top!

Please watch the road. I did not say that.

An innocent little voice, "Cute little Mickey Dawson."

"Oh, my, isn't she precious. Such a skinny little thing."

"I wonder, how does she keep her figure?"

What she does is she watches her husband like a hawk!

-Pecking at him...

-Careful! Stop!

-Counting his drinks.

-Just leave the car out here, please.

Gets so wrapped in it, she burns calories.

-OK, slow down! It's fine.

-I got this.

What the hell!

Why did you park in the middle of the driveway?

I'm never driving drunk with you again!

And now you're saying I'm drunk!

EXCLAIMS

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

This here, your Kentucky rifle.

Black powder musket, flintlock.

Winchester Mercury, 12-gauge, double barrel, short.

Blow a hole in you the size of a basketball, close in.

M1 Garand, Army, World War II.

-That's beautiful.

-German standard issue.

M1 carbine, standard issue.

US Army, World War II.

Lot of people think this is a Luger. This is not. It's a Walther P38.

Your dad was in the war, right?

-Yeah, tank gunner.

-Yeah, but...

Which side was he on?

So, Richard, you're telling me all these herbs come from your own garden?

-Yeah, from the fall. They're dried now.

-Um, really good.

You went and pee in this, did you? I just fucking with you.

I know you ain't peed. I could tell if you did, though.

What? What's the matter?

Oh, that. That ain't...

It's actually my favourite. But you know, Richard don't think...

Some niggas is all right, ain't they? Right?

Some.

You like that Diahann Carroll, don't you?

Don't get cute for company. You talk about her all the time.

But the rest of them, and I tend to agree with him on this one,

he said they need to go back to Africa.

-The ones on welfare.

-Right. Of course, the ones on welfare.

You know, they ain't doing shit. They ain't contributing to society.

He said I could stay, though. At least until we finish the job, you know.

We should get going.

Yeah, you don't... You don't want nothing?

-You don't want me to follow her today?

-No.

No, no. No, that's fine. We're good today. We'll get in touch with you, Richard.

He's incredible. He's amazing.

Listen, all I got to do was tell him, "Hey, Richard, this a rich, big Jew."

And then it's like, "This is for the cause."

Then he would do it even if he didn't need the money so bad.

What's he need money for? Buy more guns? Hitler's underwear?

No. His old lady left him.

Ran off, took Richard Junior and everything.

-No kidding.

-Yeah.

Now he think that they in California cos he got a postcard from Disneyland.

-Jesus.

-He so dumb, it's adorable.

LOUIS: That's her?

-ORDELL: That's her.

-Hmm.

I was expecting someone older.

Oh, that's her.

That's the one we want. That's Mickey.

BO: Why'd they have to choose us for this stupid article?

Because you won that day.

It's mostly about you.

"Children's games become their career.

"Proud mother Margaret 'Mickey' Dawson watches her son Bo smash a volley."

Bo, why don't we focus on today's game?

You didn't wake me up.

I didn't know you were playing today. You didn't say anything.

-I never play tennis on Sundays, huh?

-Well...

-Why would I play tennis on Sundays?

-I'm just...

Hey, Bo, what do I do every Sunday?

-Tennis.

-Play tennis.

CHUCKLES.

OK.

Why do I have to wake up to that neighbour's dog?

How many times have we told him? "Keep it locked up."

Hey, Frank, your name's in the paper.

For the Club Championship?

No, it's actually about the kids. You know, the kids playing tennis?

Oh, oh, look at that! It's the two of you there.

-Yeah.

-That's a nice picture of Bo.

You look stressed, honey.

Listen, since I'm, uh, going down to Freeport the end of the week...

I told you about that, right?

-I don't know. You might have.

-Yeah, I'm sure I did.

Group of investors coming all the way from Japan.

Can you believe it?

So, I figured, why not fly down to South Beach.

Tonight.

With Bo? See your folks.

Get him settled, then I'll hop on the shuttle to Freeport.

What do you think, Bo? Sound like fun?

I just don't see why all of a sudden he has to go.

How many times? You don't say "he".

-You know who I mean.

-That's not the point, all right?

He, your father, will be in Freeport, and he thought it would be

nice for you guys to fly down together and spend some quality time.

He'll probably check out the camp. You know, he loves watching you. So...

He loves to tell me what to do. He doesn't know shit.

Well, does he?

PHONE RINGING

Hello. This is the residence of Ordell Robbie.

-What you got?

-OK.

So, the builder man you sent us out to?

-Yeah. Shelby.

-Hmm, that's right, Mr Ray Shelby.

He told me Frank going to be gone all this week starting tomorrow.

-Tomorrow? That fast?

-I asked him something like,

"Hey, let's make it a party. Why don't you bring your friend Frank?"

He told me, "Frank? Frank's leaving town tomorrow with his son."

-"We got a party right here, don't we?"

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You saying that Frank is leaving town with his son?

SIGHS

Listen, Bo.

What?

When you get back...

Not now, cos we don't have enough time, but... Um...

For what?

A talk.

You know, cut all the baloney and just tell each other...

..how we really feel.

Hmm?

OK.

SOFT MUSIC PLAYING

What are you thinking about?

How are you?

I'm fine. How are you?

You know, I seem to recall saying something to you last night.

You remember?

What?

I asked if you'd have lunch with me.

Marshall, you were drunk. We all were.

-You say things...

-Mmm-hmm, and what if I meant it?

SIGHS

-Isn't Tyra waiting for you somewhere?

-If she asks,

we're just talking about the piece in the paper.

Haven't read it yet.

Don't.

What I'm going to do is cut out the picture and keep it in my wallet.

Marshall, come on!

There's nothing too bad about lunch.

-What is the point?

-(I'd like to talk to you.)

We're talking right now.

Do you remember any of the things I said last night?

Marshall.

-How I've been thinking about you?

-OK, I gotta go.

Bo's match is in a moment, so I'm late for that.

I hear Frank's off to the Bahamas.

Just for a few days.

I asked him if he wanted to play next Saturday

and he said he'd be gone the whole week.

When...

Lunch tomorrow? Scalintella, 1:00?

No, no, no, when did he...

-This is really not a good idea.

-You're right.

-OK?

-You're right.

-I'll just come over.

-Oh, there's Frank. Hi.

-OK. Frank is coming, so lets just...

-OK, I'll see you.

Hey, you keep your wife out here, someone's liable to steal her.

CHUCKLES: You promise? See you inside.

You bet.

You sent a waitress back to come get me?

I asked her if she'd seen you.

DOORMAN: Having lunch with us today, sir?

Tennis. Maybe tomorrow.

UMPIRE: Out!

LOUIS: OK, we send the guy a note, we call him?

No, we call him. We call him.

UMPIRE: Game, Mithen.

LOUIS: She never sees us or knows who we are.

ORDELL: No. No.

We got masks. She got a mask with tape covering the eye hole.

LOUIS: And how do you know the money's still in Freeport?

ORDELL: That's where my partner, Mr Walker, comes in, see.

He is connected to one Lisabeth Cooper,

who happens to be the manager of the Providence Saving & Trust Bank,

where Frank keeps his money.

And she also happens to have the second biggest set of titties on the island.

LOUIS: Who has the biggest set?

ORDELL: Grace Brown. Older woman.

Good friend of Mr Walker, too.

LOUIS: Let's say he don't see any choice.

He's scared enough, doesn't call the cops and he goes through with it, he pays up.

ORDELL: That's how it's supposed to work.

And then we take that check and we deposit it in another numbered account in Nassau.

So you're thinking tonight?

No.

No, I gotta call Mr Walker, make sure everything's straight.

I don't see nothing wrong with tomorrow.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry. Thank you.

Mrs Dawson?

Yes?

I think this is your son's racket.

I found it there. I was going to hand it in at the desk.

Oh, it is. Thanks.

That's OK.

OK.

HAMMERING

DRILLING

MICKEY'S MOTHER: No. They got in so late last night. I was really so tired.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

Frank had a meeting at the club and he missed his flight.

I don't understand. Why didn't you just come down with Bo?

MICKEY: Tidying up and doing the house. It's nice to have a little break actually.

WOMAN: And Bo's so thin. Doesn't he eat anything?

MICKEY: He's eating. You know, he's been playing a lot of tennis.

He's all set up in the guest room.

How is Bo?

Oh, he's fine. He said something happened with your car.

Oh, nothing. Just, somebody crashed into it,

but no-one was in the car, so it's all good.

So, were Dad and Frank up all night talking?

Frank? No. He's not here.

We offered to drive him to the airport in the morning, but he didn't want to.

He said it was too much trouble.

He was on the 7:00 shuttle to Freeport.

He said we'd just get home and have to drive him back.

So why bother?

Yeah, well, you know Frank. He doesn't...

Everything's fine.

OK.

I don't understand. Why didn't you just come down with Bo?

Why don't you ever call? I've always wondered.

-I have so much to do here.

-You never call Dad.

OK, I'm putting away some groceries, so I'm going to go.

I love you. Give my love to Bo.

I will, dear. I'll talk to you later.

-OK.

-Bye.

MUMBLING

SCREAMS

GASPING

LOUIS: It's OK.

You're all right.

-What happened?

-Let's go.

Aw, shit, she don't have any shoes on. She's bleeding.

She don't need no shoes. Let's go.

SHE SCREAMS

All right. Come on.

If you want money, my purse is on the table. I have...

SHUSHING

Get down.

MICKEY WHIMPERS

-Are you expecting somebody?

-My husband is coming home. He's...

-No.

-Ain't your husband.

-Come on, get up. Get up.

-Ah!

DOG BARKING

Come on. Go upstairs. Let's go.

Ouch.

Last step. Here you go.

Keep moving. Keep your mouth shut.

-It's all right. Go.

-Ah.

Turn around. Sit.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Frank?

Frank?

You on your trip?

MUSIC PLAYING: I'm Not Afraid Of Love by Sharen Clark

Fuck.

# I'm not afraid of love

# No, I'm not afraid of love

# Just because I run away

# When you say you need me... #

Shit.

Ouch.

Oh, God.

Hold still.

Ah! Ow!

Got it.

Shh! Not a peep.

BREATHING DEEPLY

Did somebody say they wanted an ice-cold martini?

-What the heck?

-Marshall?

GRUNTS

Oh! Shit.

-It's just him?

-Just him.

-Who the fuck is this?

-Marshall.

Who the fuck is that?

Listen. He's going to wake up at some point.

I know that.

So we call the husband, tell him not to call the cops.

It doesn't matter, this guy's already been here.

Correct.

Dawson comes home, finds him, he's gotta call the cops.

So, what are you saying? We just quit? Just leave?

PANTING

No.

GASPS

We're this far.

We take her.

-There, step up. Step up!

-Ah.

Up. There you go.

There you go. Step.

Almost there. Keep going. Three more.

-Go on.

-Oh, God.

Turn around. Sit.

When you hear the door close, you can take the mask off.

I'll come up later and bandage your foot.

-(Excuse me.)

-No talking.

Need to use the bathroom,

knock on the door and put your mask back on.

DOOR RATTLING

Mickey?

DIAL TONE

DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE

-MELANIE: Giancarlo Giannini?

-FRANK: Uh.

-Opera singer.

-MELANIE SCOFFS

-Frank, incorrect.

-I don't know.

Niki Lauda?

-I don't know who that is.

-You get a grape.

Betty Bacall, or Lauren Bacall?

I know her. Yeah, she's an actress.

-Oh.

-All right. You get a grape.

Yves Saint Laurent?

-Yeah, he makes women's clothes.

-Very impressive.

-Alain Delon?

-Alain Delon.

-Uh.

-No?

Georgia O'Keeffe? She's a stripper.

SCOFFS

Please, Frank! I'm giving you the easy ones.

These are people with style, like you, baby.

Jack Nicholson you know. Anyone with a brain cell knows him.

-Lelous Delafilace.

-For Christ's sake.

Jean Renoir?

-I don't want to play any more.

-Meanie.

OK. What do you want to do?

You want to fuck?

The mouth on you!

Since we're going to bed, yeah.

-Do you want to do the Florentine thing again?

-Which one is that?

BOTH GRUNTING

Whoo!

WOMAN ON TV: News 4 Detroit, with John Blunt and Jennifer Moore.

Don Shane with sports, and Larry Shannon with the weather.

-Good evening.

-Americans are beginning to understand...

I'll leave you a couple of smokes.

-..we are disliked by much of the Muslim world.

-Thank you.

-Phones have been ringing off the hook...

-TYRA: Why is it so loud?

..all night tonight here in our newsroom.

-People asking about a recall...

-Yoo-hoo, Marsh?

You call Mickey to see when Frank will be back?

I told you, no-one answered.

So, this is the Lucy Anne. Which one do you like?

-That one.

-I thought you liked the green.

-Can I please go to the mall?

-The mall? It's 8:30 at night.

-No. Nothing's open.

-How many rings?

-What?

-What?

How many rings did you give it when you called?

Oh, my God, what is the matter with you?

Did that car accident turn my husband into a crazy person?

ORDELL: So this is the same girl you're talking about?

'See her every day.'

-She's not an island girl?

-'American girl.'

Long hair, very good-looking.

No, I hear you. I hear you, bro. I hear you.

Sexy. I think she's connected to the guy.

TV: There are 14 hospitals in the Detroit area

which are prime candidates on the commission's list.

Most of the hospitals on the list are smaller hospitals,

among them Dearborn Medical Centre.

Centre Administrator William Harris claims having fewer hospitals...

You done playing doctor?

You going to tell me or keep it to yourself?

So Walker said he's staying at his place by the golf course.

-What else?

-And he's got a lady with him.

NEWS PLAYING ON TV

LOUIS: You said you seen him with women before.

See, I knew he liked the ladies,

but I didn't know he was going down there to see the same lady every time.

I'm thinking he got, you know, couple of friends, couple of birds around town,

but no.

No. Walker says the same one all the time.

Melanie.

I don't see the problem. So he's got something on the side.

I didn't say it was a problem.

I just like to know this man's shit.

Like, you know, what he up to, what he doing down there. Like...

Who's this Melanie?

So let's call and ask him.

Not yet.

MELANIE CHUCKLES

I filed.

You have? Why didn't you tell me?

Talked to the lawyer on Friday.

He said the papers would be delivered to the house on Tuesday.

So you came down here early.

Give her some time to think about it.

And what's she going to do?

Oh, she'll probably go along with it.

She'll say things to her friends, suck around for sympathy.

"Poor little thing."

"The prick."

What's she like? What's she interested in?

-Do you mind me asking?

-No, I don't mind.

Uh, my drinking, that's a popular subject.

LAUGHTER

MIMICKING MICKEY: "How many drinks have you had, Frank?"

Or, "Where's Bo? It's late. He's not home yet."

Bo, that's something I'm going to have to deal with in the settlement.

She is his mother. I'm not going to argue that.

But it's all right. He and I'll see each other.

I'd like to meet your son.

Well, someday you will,

if you don't take that big canvas bag of yours and take off somewhere.

-I'm not going to take off.

-Hmm.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Yeah?

-I want to go to the bathroom.

You got the mask?

Oh, yeah. Hold on.

You think that dude is still in the closet?

You hit him.

I didn't hit him that hard.

You hope you didn't.

Oh.

OK.

FOOTSTEPS CREAKING

-All right.

-Oh, God.

OK. Now, when you get in here and the door's closing,

you can take off the mask and do your business.

There you go.

FLUSHING

LOUIS: What in the hell are you doing?

-Jesus Christ.

-It's my house, ain't it?

-LOUIS: What's the matter with you?

-Don't like it?

RICHARD: You two can go somewhere else for all I care.

BANGING, SHE GASPS

Let's hurry up in there. You done?

No, not yet. My mask is off.

SIGHS

Hey, Richard. Come here, man.

We going to need you to get back in the uniform

and get back out in the field and do some reconnaissance work.

Go to the lady's house, gain access to the premises.

Just go to Dawson's house and make sure the guy Marshall's not dead.

Basically.

OK.

He was upstairs, in the closet.

-Oh, this is unbelievable.

-Yeah, I know.

It's a little strange.

You watch the news?

SIGHS: Yes.

ORDELL: There's nothing about you on the 7:30 or the 8:00. Why you think?

What are you asking me for?

LOUIS: You got something going with that guy?

He's a friend of the family.

Well, he must be the godfather,

bringing you martinis to your bedroom while your husband's away.

How come he didn't call the police?

I don't know! He could be dead or in a coma.

You hit him with something, right?

We checked.

He let himself out.

So now, we waiting on the 11:00 news.

What we mean is,

we don't know Marshall,

or what he's got to lose,

but is he the kind of guy who'd stick his neck out for you?

CHUCKLES

Honestly, guys, I don't know.

I don't know.

PHONE RINGING

-MELANIE: Are you going to get that?

-FRANK: I don't know.

-Did you want me to get it?

-No, I got it. I'll get it.

You stay in bed. Go back to sleep.

Yeah.

ORDELL: Good evening, Frank.

Hope I'm not disturbing your lovely evening.

Who is this?

Hold the line. Your wife would like to speak with you.

My wife?

LOUIS: No, he's got it. Go ahead.

Frank? Frank.

-Who was that?

-I don't know!

-Where are you?

-I don't know, Frank.

-Is this some kind of joke?

-No. They want you...

Are you all right?

-No, I'm...

-Who was I just talking to?

Shh! Frank, stop. Would you just please listen to me?

Are you all right?

They want you to hear my voice, that's all that I know.

Who's they? What's going on?

Good.

You're OK. You're OK. You did good.

SHE WHIMPERS

Hello? Hello? What... Hello?

Who the fuck is this?

Hello? Mickey?

-Mr Dawson, how you doing?

-What the fuck is going on?

And how's Melanie? We understand she's got a great bod.

-Who the fuck is this?

-Who am I?

Well, I'm not allowed to tell you that, Mr Dawson.

But I can tell you this.

Tomorrow morning, you're going to go to the Providence Bank & Trust

and draw 1 million out of your account.

You know what I can tell you? You're out of your fucking mind.

Dawson, I think you better quit talking and listen cos you're in deep shit, man.

Are you listening?

You draw the one million in a cashier's check

and deposit it at the same bank...

-Are you kidding me?

-Are you listening?

..to account number 8950039.

Hello? You write it down?

-No. I don't have a pen. What are you going to do about that?

-Jesus Christ!

-Get a fucking pen, Frank!

-Put my wife back on the goddamn phone.

-How hard can it be? Shut up!

-Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

-Shut up and listen!

-I'm going to call the cops!

If you go to the police, listen to me, you will never see your wife again!

You do anything but put the money in that account,

you'll never see her alive again!

She's gone! Plus, we know about the money!

-We know about Dynamic, Ray Shelby, the whores on Webster Avenue! Everything!

-I need a pen.

We know about Melanie. We know everything you do!

Don't fuck with us! Write it down!

(Who is it?)

-89500...

-Slow down! What am I, a stenographer?

8950039!

Repeat it back to me!

-8950039.

-Correct.

-How did it sound?

-Shit!

Shit, yeah!

Who was that?

I don't know.

SIGHS

Only thing that...

What?

What's he tell this Melanie? How tight you think he is with her?

She ain't nothing but some ass. Just some ass. Don't worry about that.

SCREAMING

RICHARD: You fucking bitch! I'm going to kill you!

LOUIS: What's going on up there?

SCREAMING

Hey, hey, hey!

-Richard!

-Fuck!

Richard!

-The fuck are you doing!

-Put my eye out with a cigarette.

-Shit. How'd she...

-You peep through the walls.

What did you expect? He thinks he's in the fucking Gestapo.

-Who gave her those cigarettes?

-I did.

Just relax. Let me take a look.

I'm blind! I can't see!

-No, you're good.

-Blind? You got the other eye.

Shut up! Shut up.

I'm cool. I'm cool.

-I'll take a look at it.

-Oh, shut up!

Get you some ice. Just cool out.

(Whoa.)

Mickey, you OK?

Uh-huh.

(Shut up.)

So, Richard, I got a joke for you. You might like this one.

You too, Louis.

Dude goes to the doctor, right?

Doctor says, "Sir, you have to stop masturbating."

Patient goes, "Why?" Doctor goes,

"Because I'm trying to examine you."

ORDELL LAUGHS

Oh, what's the matter? What, that too close to home?

All right, how about this one?

A nigger, a Jew and a Nazi get in a Volkswagen...

KNOCKING ON DOOR

EXHALES

I got some food for you.

I got chicken and noodles cooked in chicken soup

with onions and some other things. Looks pretty good.

-You got your mask on? Can't tell.

-Yes.

Yes.

OK.

You can turn around. It doesn't matter.

Oh, come on!

No! Take it off!

-Don't look.

-I used that tape to cover up the hole in the wall.

You guys are going to have to get your kicks another way, OK.

You don't have to worry about that. We'll cover the holes.

What is wrong with that guy?

He's disgusting. He stinks.

Yeah. Well, he's got a few problems, but who hasn't, right?

Shit.

What are you going to do to me?

Your son, he didn't go with him, did he?

-No, he went to Florida.

-Yeah.

You know, your husband has a girl with him down there.

-No.

-You never suspected it?

-No.

-You guys get along all right?

-Why?

-I'm just asking.

Most men, they go away, they pick up something.

It isn't unusual.

How do you know that?

I can't tell you.

You know about his personal bank account in Freeport?

Hey.

Face forward.

I know he does business down there. I would assume that...

With over a million in it?

-How do you know that?

-We know.

-Maybe that's...

-It's 50 grand a month

he's been taking out of his apartments in Detroit and putting it away.

FRANK: So the building cost me 100 grand.

I put about 40 grand worth of materials and appliances in it

and have it reappraised for 200 grand.

-Wow.

-OK. Now, I've only put 10% down, right?

And the 40 grand of materials actually only really cost me about four or five grand.

But I'm writing off depreciation on...

-200 grand.

-Right.

And on the rentals, I only declare 60% occupancy.

-And that's all paid in cash.

-Jeez.

You're a genius, baby.

Somehow, though, these guys that called, they know about this.

What's fucked up here, besides the obvious,

is here you are filing for divorce, and then this happens.

Not wanting to be married,

but, I mean, gosh, don't want anything awful to happen to her, either.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

I mean, you may pay the million bucks, and they still might...

I mean, let me rephrase that. You still might not see her again, honey.

Or if I couldn't get to the bank for some reason

and didn't make the payment on time, then what?

Do you know what? We don't even know if she's alive or dead.

We know she's alive. I talked to her on the phone.

-But was that really her?

-That was her. It was definitely her.

Gosh, I don't know.

I mean, we could call their bluff and see what happens.

-No, we can't do that.

-No, we can't do that.

-It's too risky.

-Yeah.

SIGHS

Huh?

I mean, they might be bluffing.

Although, let's put ourselves in their place.

Where would you be if she were dead?

Where would I be if she was dead?

-Where would you be if she were dead?

-Where would I be?

Not you, sweetie.

I mean, where would they be if she were dead?

-You mean if I were them?

-Yeah.

Where would you be if she were dead?

PHONE RINGING

Hello, Mr Taylor. Welcome back.

Rodney, have you seen Mr or Mrs Dawson the last few days?

Frank and Mickey?

Not since Sunday night.

-Mickey either?

-No, sir.

MAN: Detroit Police Department. Please state your emergency.

I think perhaps a woman's been taken.

May I have your name, sir?

She's a family friend. Her name is Mickey...

-Marsh!

-(Just a minute, please.)

Marshmallow, what are you doing here?

-Just making a phone call.

-Dad, why aren't you at work?

Would you stop that? Your father's on the phone.

MAN: Hello? Are you there?

Why? What am I doing?

Just be clear about what you want so I can understand you.

I would like you to stop bouncing your ball against the door, so I can talk to Daddy.

Please.

MAN: Hey, man, are you there? Are you there?

-OK, that'd be great.

-Hello? Sir...

-Please.

-You, too. Bye now.

SIGHS

THUMPING

You almost finished in there?

-Where'd you learn to bandage like this?

-The Navy.

You were a doctor?

CHUCKLES: No, I was the one getting bandaged.

Oh.

Now this is what you do? Kidnap people?

No, you're my first.

Ow.

All right.

Hey! Hey! Put the mask on!

-Jesus!

-I've already... I've already seen you.

With both of my eyes.

At the country club.

SIGHS

OK?

Come on.

Oh, my...

Oh, my gosh. Wow. Oh, my God.

What, you don't like history?

I hear this stuff's worth a lot of money, what I'm told.

When am I going home?

He hasn't paid yet.

Can I ask how much are you asking for?

A million.

-A million dollars?

-He's got it.

I told you that. Unless you can think of a reason he won't pay.

LAUGHING: God. Oh, gosh, a million dollars.

-It's just not going to happen.

-What do you mean?

-He's got it. I told you that.

-Oh, God.

Tell me more about those apartments.

PHONE RINGING

Should I get it? Should we get it?

-Do you want me to get it?

-Maybe you should get it.

I can get it.

I got it.

Mr Dawson's residence. How can I help you?

ORDELL: Put the man on.

I'm afraid Mr Dawson isn't here right now. Would you care to leave a message?

You tell the man get on the phone if he wants to speak to his wife.

Actually, Mr Dawson left the island this morning on a boat

and didn't mention when he'd be back. Have a good day.

HANGS UP PHONE

I used to be a receptionist for this PR guy in LA.

The guy was a real asshole, but actually I made a lot of interesting friends.

So it was a good experience overall, I mean.

-What did he say?

-He didn't really say anything.

He just asked for you, and then he said he knew you were here.

-How would he know that?

-He's just guessing.

He doesn't know shit.

-Motherfucker.

-Call again.

Well, what happen when I call and she don't put him on again?

How the fuck we look then?

-I'll call him.

-Don't get cute.

This shit is not a game.

-Then, I'll call.

-I got it! I got it!

SIGHS

Shit is not a game, ma'am.

PHONE RINGING

-I'll get it. I'll get it!

-I'm getting it!

Sit down, Frank! Sit!

-Hello.

-Yeah, put the man on.

I can't very well put him on if he's not here, now, can I, sport?

Who this? This Melanie with the big titties?

Well, yes, it is, and who am I speaking to?

You tell Frank that if he want to speak to his wife again,

he need to get on the phone right now.

Well, he can't get on the phone right now, cos he's not here.

-Ciao.

-Look, I...

He knew my name.

What'd he want?

Didn't really say anything. He just wanted to talk to you.

He sounded like a black guy.

Well, I might know the guy, recognise his voice.

-Maybe I should get it next time.

-Mmm-mmm.

You don't have anything to say, Frank, do you?

-You know what I'm thinking?

-What?

Unplug the phone.

Officer?

Sir.

Live in these premises?

I'm a friend of the family. Is there a problem...Officer?

Oh.

No.

Just, uh...

You know, doing an investigation into a possible burglary...

..in the neighbourhood.

Uh...

You hear any disturbances lately?

Well, maybe. Not personally, but no. I really don't think so.

Those suits were mine.

Uh-huh.

BANGING

Love these Furies.

-My friend lives here, Frank Dawson.

-Who?

Frank Dawson. He asked me to stop by and walk his dog.

That's why I'm here.

Really?

What, uh...

-That's a...

-What happened to your head there?

A car accident. Damn buck jumped out at me.

I'm, uh...

-I'm going to have to ask you...

-What happened to your eye?

I'm going to have to ask you to turn off the car.

DOG BARKING

-Why?

-I said turn off the car.

-Step out of the vehicle.

-Why?

Turn off the car. Step out of the goddamn vehicle!

GROWLING

Ow, ow. Oh!

GUNSHOT FIRED

HISSING

PHONE RINGING

PIANO PLAYING

I don't know. I had a feeling, but you're the one had it first.

Somebody that you hadn't planned on, you didn't know about.

She's down there picking up that phone. We're not going to get through to him.

So we know they're up there, but what are they saying?

Checking our temperature, that's what they doing.

Seeing if we serious.

We should go down there, show him something.

Like his wife's fingers.

Just like maybe the wedding ring finger.

He already knows we got her.

No. No.

We need to make an impression. They think it's a game.

Hey, he knows.

It's just a lot of money. It's not a decision you make in an hour.

It's been two days, Louis, going on three.

Her time is up.

Hey.

Don't start no shit you can't finish, Louis.

You need to calm down. You're not thinking this through.

What you think we doing here? We ain't boosting no car.

We took a woman. Now what? You want to be nice?

Oh, you got some other shit on your mind.

-Fuck you.

-Fuck you! It ain't about what you feel. It's about what you're going to do.

How you handle yourself in a situation like this.

The man want to take his time, and the woman want to hang up the phone on us.

The fuck we supposed to do? Come on, man. Stop touching me!

Either he cares what happens to her, or he doesn't give a shit!

Finger isn't going to do anything!

He gives us the finger, tells us to shove it up our ass!

I'm not disagreeing with you.

You're right.

We need to find a way to put him against the wall.

So, we go down there and leave Richard here with her?

I thought about it, too.

Yeah, and what you think?

You go. I'll stay. You got Cedric.

I think one of us has gotta stay here, not just Richard.

In fact, I'm going to insist on it.

All right, that's cool. I'll go.

Me and Cedric got it.

You going to be all right, just you and Richard here?

Yeah, we get along, if I don't have to talk to him.

You all right, man?

Look like you got things on your mind. You worried about something?

Oh, no, I'm not worried about anything.

Never been happier in my life.

Ah!

Do you mind? It's my bag.

No, I don't, actually.

All right. Well, you can take my money, my Coppertone, and Kleenex,

but leave my driver's licence.

Took me months to get.

Melanie.

Is he upstairs?

Or did he leave the island?

Oh.

Yeah. "Oh."

SCREAMING

Help! I can't swim!

Help!

Please!

You want to tell us where he at now?

YELLING

Yes! Please!

GASPING

SOFT MUSIC PLAYING

Ta-da.

Abracadabra.

-You want a drink?

-Yeah, screwdriver.

-Coming right up.

-Why don't you give him a call, sweetie?

All right. I got something to tell you first.

Think it's going to mess up your scam, but don't blame me, OK?

It's the timing.

What timing?

He filed for divorce two days before he came down here.

When she gets back, if she gets back,

the divorce papers are waiting for her.

Huh.

You tell him he's never going to see his wife again.

He doesn't want to see his wife again.

You just saved him maybe 100 grand a year in alimony.

-He said that to you?

-He didn't have to. I know him.

You told him not to go to the cops, so he won't.

And legally, he's not supposed to deal with extortionists.

So he's in the free and clear.

So we just let her go home?

And then he goes home and gets divorced, but where does that leave you?

Look, I'm willing to cooperate with you cos I like you.

-I feel bad for you.

-Aw, you do?

And I don't want to end up in the fucking ocean again.

Cooperate how?

What about if you...

You disappeared for 100 grand?

-100 grand?

-100,000.

I think that's a good choice for you right now.

It ain't a million.

No, but it's not a sack of wet shit either. Do you want my help?

Listen, you're not getting a million bucks from him.

You couldn't even get it out of the country.

All I'm saying is quit dreaming and get realistic.

You might as well get something.

But if she were dead, I could get you more.

Oh.

Yeah. "Oh."

MUSIC: Dreadlock Holiday by 10CC

PHONE RINGING

-Hello.

-Hey, Richard, it's me. Where Louis?

SIGHS

-I'll get him.

-No, hold on. Hold on, Richard.

Listen, Richard. I got something to tell you and I need you to tell Louis, all right?

We all set here, man.

-You going to California.

-Don't kid me.

You teasing me? Don't tease me on this one.

No. I'm not kidding you. I'm not kidding you at all.

-For real? It's all set?

-Yeah, we all set.

Now Louis upstairs, yeah?

He's always upstairs. I think he's fucking her.

He's fucking us by fucking her.

But you know, I go up there, and they're not doing it.

Hey, Richard, listen, uh...

I need you to take the lady home tonight.

I think he fucks her fast, but he keeps...

Richard, listen to me, man. Listen very carefully.

I need you to tell Louis to go and get a car.

Put the woman in the trunk of the car. You take her on home, OK?

Uh-huh.

You tell Louis to follow you.

You take the woman in the house. You put her in the closet. You lock her up.

Cut the phone wires, so you got time to get away from the house.

Matter of fact, tie her with them same phone wires.

You understand?

-Richard?

-Huh, what?

OK. Now, Richard, this next part is very important.

You got to do it without Louis knowing, too.

When he's gone, I need you to go back to the house.

I need you to kill the lady.

-I do?

-Yeah, you do. You need to kill her.

The whole cigarette burn incident shit.

-She knows who you are, man.

-She told you that?

She heard your name, she saw your face. That's what the Jew lady told me, man.

She said she knows who you are.

You know, I wondered about that. I did. I wondered about that.

You ain't got no choice, man.

I don't want to see you, I don't want to see nobody go to jail behind this, man.

So, you know, you gotta take the Jew lady out.

But listen. You cannot tell Louis.

-You know something?

-What's that?

I knew she was a Jew. I could tell.

AUDIENCE LAUGHTER

Hey, Rollo. What's happening, man?

Look here, I want to ask you a question. Uh...

Does that look like wild parsley to you?

You mean that marijuana?

Say, look there, baby. It's just about ready to be harvested, too.

Yeah, I know. Get a car. What else did he say?

-I told you.

-I mean his exact words.

His exact words were, "It's all set."

What does that mean? Why didn't he ask to talk to me?

Because he said I could tell you.

It was all set about taking the woman home, about you going and getting a car,

about you putting her in the trunk.

That's all he goddamn said, man!

What are you getting mad for?

I ain't mad.

It's just when I say something, it's the truth.

Yeah. That's cool, Richard. Nothing to be upset about, man.

I just want to make sure I understand it.

You know what I mean?

He said it's all set and he had the money.

Ah.

I must have missed that part. He did get the money.

Good. See, I was wondering about that.

-Where you going?

-To get a car, like he said.

Line up transportation for tonight. I'll be back in a half-hour.

LOUIS: Guess what.

You're going home.

-When?

-Later on.

-He paid you?

-We're to drop you home in a little bit.

Wait a second. Wait.

My husband paid you?

I guess he must have.

-But you're not sure.

-Yeah, I'm sure.

Eat your dinner. It's ham and cabbage with creamed corn.

No. Something's not right.

-I don't believe you.

-I gotta go downstairs. I'll be back.

Wait a second. Listen.

Are you going to kill me?

No.

Come on. I will not say a word.

I will not go to the police. I won't say anything.

-Won't help your husband any.

-Wait!

This doesn't happen this way!

Mickey, take it easy.

I say you're going home, you're going home.

MUSIC: Show Me A Man by Tony Sandler

# Show me a man

# Who has eyes to see

# Just a glitter of gold

# In his mind

# Who will turn from the sight

# Of the guiding light

# And I'll show you a man

# Who is blind

# Show me a man... #

Thank you. Great meal as always.

Hey, kid. That's me over there, black Chevelle, white stripe.

-Just a sec, boss.

-Be careful with it.

DOOR OPENING

Oh, God.

SIGHS

Didn't eat your ham.

No, I didn't. I wasn't hungry.

I forgot.

You're not allowed to eat it.

Sorry. Why am I not allowed to eat it?

Your religion.

If you want to call it that.

What?

He tell you? Louis?

You're going home.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah, he did. He told me.

So I guess

you guys got your money, huh?

I'm going to miss you around here.

It's been such a lovely time.

What?

What'd you say?

Nothing. I didn't say anything.

-What'd you say?

-(Nothing.)

-Huh?

-SHE SCREAMS

No.

Please, please, no!

-Kiss me. Kiss me.

-No! No!

-You don't like me?

-SOBBING: Please, no!

Kiss me. Kiss me!

What, I'm not good enough for you?

SCREAMING

-Please. Please.

-Take your clothes off.

Take them off, or I will rip them off!

Stop!

Now the brassiere.

Do it. Do it.

SCREAMING

DOOR OPENS

-Hey!

-Huh?

GRUNTS

What's going on up there?

GRUNTS

-Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

-OK!

Let's go. Come on. This way.

Hold on.

MICKEY SCREAMING

SIREN WAILING

EXCLAIMS

-You all right?

-No.

-You shot?

-No.

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

SIGHS

COUGHING

-7-442.

-WOMAN: Yeah, go ahead, 442.

Yeah, I'm at 1,000 block, State and Fair, east of Woodward.

Requesting immediate backup.

I got some wild-looking asshole here, firing a handgun.

Where are you taking me?

Where am I taking you? I'm taking you home.

Right here, this stretch of Northwood,

where it used to be called the street-racing capital of the world.

I don't want to go home.

ORDELL: So that's the Florentine, huh? What else you got?

Listen, Ordell, we got a minor problem.

Actually, we've got some good news and some not such good news.

SIGHS: Had a feeling you had some news.

He's going back tomorrow. He's leaving.

And now that he's out of the casino and back on the wagon,

he's in a pretty good place, all things considered.

That's the not-so-good news.

He wants to get back, make an appearance, see his wife, call off the divorce,

but he wants me to come back to Detroit with him.

I just reminded him that I'm the only person he has to talk to about this,

you know, the sympathetic listener.

This is the good news?

Well, the bad isn't exactly bad and the good isn't exactly sensational.

But what it does do is it gets things back to normal.

You've got little Mickey back with hubby, assuming she's alive.

Oh, which reminds me, you should really call your friend.

It actually gives you time to set this up and do it right.

I mean, you're a hunk,

but you are a piss-poor extortionist, if you don't mind me saying.

Let's be honest. This could've been set up a whole lot better.

NAZI RALLY MUSIC BLARING

This motherfucker's got way too many guns

and from what I can tell, no shortage of ammo.

When we first saw him,

he had on a T-shirt and long johns, armed with a revolver.

Now he got on some kind of damn uniform.

Busted in all the windows, except the ones boarded up on the second floor.

Turn off the music and put down the weapon.

Did he say anything?

He keeps saying something about the Fury or the Fuhrer, maybe. I don't know.

It wasn't making much sense, and he was crying through most of it.

OK.

Ray, where you going?

Sir, you have two minutes to exit the premises!

Get back! Take cover! Take cover!

SIREN WAILING

SCREAMING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

RICHARD LAUGHS

-Hey.

-What?

MUSIC PLAYING: Let Your Love Flow by Bellamy Brothers

Louis?

Smoked grass, and I'm drinking beer.

And I don't even like beer.

And that pizza, it was delicious.

Jesus Christ. How did you know my name?

Oh.

The fat guy told me, that fake police guy.

-He's not a real cop, right?

-He told you?

Yeah. He did.

You know, I was thinking about something else.

-Yeah?

-The other guy, the black one.

-Oh, "The black one."

-Yeah.

Everyone knows everyone. That's good.

He went down to Freeport, right?

Cos I haven't heard his voice for a couple of days.

Where is he now?

He just called this afternoon.

He's still there, on his way back.

He called, but you didn't speak to him. The other guy spoke to him, right?

Because when I asked you if my husband had paid you,

you said, "I think so."

Yeah. Richard told me, so I didn't talk to him.

Richard. Is that that guy's name? That fat guy's name's Richard?

That's right, but I'll tell you something.

You need to forget everything

that you have seen and heard over the last few days.

Louis, you're not sure if your partner was paid.

Oh, God, a million dollars?

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

Hmm.

# Just let your love flow

# Like a mountain stream

# And let your love grow

# With the smallest of dreams... #

Louis.

Yeah?

I think I'm ready to go home now.

OK.

EXHALES

TYRA: Two days before her recital, Shelly asked me if she can quit.

I'd try and talk her out of it, but I know she's scared.

We just had to do the same thing with Andrew.

Taking him out of private school. Too much pressure.

I think it sends the wrong message.

But I asked Marsh, and he says, "It's a ballet recital. Who friggin' cares?"

That was really helpful. Thanks, Marsh(!)

Where you been all week, celebrity?

I was kidnapped.

ALL LAUGH

-What you thinking about?

-Mickey!

-How are you? Oh, my God.

-I'm fine.

You know, I've been worried sick about you. Mick, what happened?

Did you even try to find out?

SCOFFS

When I didn't hear anything, of course I did.

I tried to call you. I came by.

-I looked for you at the club. You look good.

-Mmm-hmm.

Marshall, there is a hole in my closet door the size of you.

Jesus, I know. Maybe if we hurry up, we can get it fixed.

The suits, I came by and took them in. They're all clean.