All language subtitles for The.Power.of.Few.2013.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

( ROCK MUSIC )

( BABY CRYING )

( ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

( BABY CRYING )

( SIGHS )

Ssh, ssh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll take care of it, okay?
I'm gonna take care of it. Ssh.

( BABY BABBLES )

LARRY KING: You're live with Larry
King in our special report...

and continuing coverage
on Vatican City...

where details remain unclear,

but officials have confirmed
the theft...

of one of the Catholic Church's
most coveted possessions.

Early speculation is that the
Shroud of Turin...

the burial cloth of
the prophet Jesus,

has been taken from
its safe keeping.

Most experts are already
pointing to Giovanna Nocera...

the notorious European spy outed
at the turn of the century.

Others are calling
it a smoke screen

set up by the church itself.

MOTHER: Cory, you heard the
baby crying, didn't you?

I thought that was you.

Maybe because you're starving
him. Where's his Yorbetal?

My What?

The baby's Yorbetal,
his medicine. Where is it?

Oh, we're out.

What do you feed
my baby brother, huh? This?

And where's his Yorbetal?

I told you, we're out.

You're taking pills again?

Put it back.

Like you know about having kids.
Those are my pills.

Stop worrying about your pills.

He's in there and
he's shitting like a goose.

We gotta get him
his Yorbetal, Ma.

( BABY CRYING )

You know what you need to get?
A job.

Who needs a job?

Fool.

Niggah, go clean
that shit up, man.

(TIRES SCREECHING )

Get the big steel, man!

( OMINOUS MUSIC )

Marti, please don't make me
worry about you, okay?

No cowboy shit,
just stick to procedure.

There it is. 764.

Potential mark spotted entering
the house, 764 Harper.

G EAC:
Copy.

Okay, switch to mobile.

Mom kicked me to the curb.

Said not to come back
without the baby's medicine.

Make yourself useful and hand
Granddad that bottle there.

A bottle of that baby medicine
runs about 20 bucks.

Any ideas?

(WATER DRIPPING )

( UNZIPS, PEEING )

( DOOR OPENS )

All right, Grandpa.

Where you think you're going?

To The Space Bar.

Come back later in the week,

I'll have some cash
for you then.

MALA: I don't understand why you have
to do this right now at this time.

But you know the theater only
puts on three shows a year.

This is the last one
and they've offered me the part.

How do I say no?

Do you get paid?

Yes... half rate.

Half rate?

Well, I mean, the rest
is deferred.

It's based
on ticket sales.

And the role?

It's perfect.

It's the musical
Planting Seeds In Cement.

You remember, okay--

It's Little Shop of Horrors
meets Sling Blade.

It's the role of the botanist who discovers
that the poisonous plants have voices.

It's huge.

The poisonous plants,
they sing?

It's kind of silly, honey.

How'd you end up
on the curb?

It started
with that fateful call.

That call you missed.

The call I got,
changed my life.

Was Tuesday night like any other
when that phone rang.

I knew I could trust the voice
right away,

for no other reason except...

knew one of my most personal secrets,
something I've never shared with anyone.

What did someone say
that could convince you?

She knew.

I got my hair cut
every 3,000 miles.

BROWN:
What does that mean?

Every time I got my car's oil changed,
every 3,000 miles, I'd get my hair cut.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Oh, no, I know that look.

Why does every
character you play die?

It's the biggest moment
in the piece!

Of course, it is, any time a
character dies on stage it's big.

I don't write the plays.

All right, I got it.
I got it.

Why can't you try a role that,
you know, has some growth?

That actually learn something,
that has happy ever after.

Why is someone who's dying
or killing themselves?

How does he go? Let me guess,
death by poisonous plant?

Well, I mean, not exactly.

Oh, really?

The third act.

All right, it's a step up.

Yeah, it is. I think it's the
role that's gonna launch me.

Now that I'm having a child, I am not
going out there and watching you die.

-- I'm not.
-- Okay, it's not...

It is not me,
it's my character.

Whatever.

It's a skill and I'm good at it.

You good at dying?

You know, babe,
you're sick.

Okay, right here,
it's not right.

I'm just saying.

What is that?

What's what?

That thing that's attached
to your left hand?

It's nothing.

( DOOR OPENS, CLOSES )

( BABY CRYING )

Okay, is that all?

Ah, no.

What else do you need?

Ah, a bottle of Yorbetal,
Infant Yorbetal. Make it two.

Okay-

Anything else?

No, that's it.

That's $44.17,
let me get you a bag.

I've got it.

( DISTANT sun SHOTS)

( MUFFLED YELLING )

(LOUD BOOM)

(EERIE MUSIC)

What?

I really need that medicine.

(BREATHING HEAVY)

Sh-- Shane...

Shane!

( MUSIC CONTINUES)

Don't know when
Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day

FUEISHA (V.O.) Have you ever
bit the inside of your cheek?

( ELECTRONIC MUSIC FADES UP )

( MUSIC CONTINUES)

Delivery service?

ALEXA: Yup, that's me.
You schedule a delivery?

Yes, you have room on this?

Of course, I do.

The package is very delicate.

Well, worry not, my friend.
I guarantee its safe arrival.

Oh, ah, cash only.

How much?

Cross town--

Rush delivery.

How rushed?

There is only one rush.

Well, consider it done, but that kind of rush
is gonna put you at the top of the list.

And will probably run you,
I say $25.

Rush delivery.
Okay?

You got it.

( ROCK MUSIC )

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, shit.

( TIRES SCREECHING,
HORN HONKING )

They're gonna fucking kill me!

What?

(TIRES SCREECHING )

(ENGINE REVS)

Check this.

Would you tap that?

Come on.

Thank you, thank you!

You know you're gonna have
too pay me for this?

What?

It's my business. I don't do
this kind of thing for free.

Fine, whatever,
iust 90. 90. 90, 90-

First lose the hat.

( MUSIC CONTINUES)

DOM: Wait, wait, wait!
Not this way!

Why?
Shit!

-- Get off.
-- What?

-- Trust me, quick.
-- Thanks for nothing.

Wait, wait, wait!
Come back!

Uh, kiss me.

Uh, you can stop now.

Do I have to?

Well, your friends are gone and I
think they would appreciate it.

I'm Alexa.

You saved my ass.
I was dust.

Hmm.

Well, I guess we will
never know now, will we?

Uh, I'm Dom.
Can you get me out of here?

Or something?

Or something sounds good.

Come on, get on.

Hang on, yeah?

( SOFT MUSIC )

That guy was acting so strange,
like he knew you or something.

Drop the hat.

He said something about
how he used to watch you.

What's your story, dude?

Brown, I'll tell you, you gotta start
listening to what people don't say.

It's the best way
to stay focused.

How about right up there?

Where?

For the drink...
and the something.

I do have some time.

( ROCK MUSIC )

I'll have soda.

What can I get you?

Ah, two cokes.
Two cokes.

-- Yeah, that's it.
-- Cortez!

What do you mean,
that's it? What?

If all you want is two lousy cokes, hit
the vending machine over at the Y.

Okay, easy.

Just the two cokes, okay?

Look at this guy.
Don't let him fool you.

Every day he comes in here and eats a
plate of cavatelli with three meatballs.

This is a two-meatball
establishment.

See that menu!

Patrons order and get two
meatballs.

And if you are gonna bring this sweet
lady in here and just order two cokes...

then you can kiss the third
meatball goodbye.

( BELL DINGS )

What's with that one?

Don't pay no attention to her.

Come on.

Alexa, Sal. Sal, Alexa.

-- Nice to meet you.
-- Likewise.

Come on.

Hey, those jokers out there
hanging your sign...

you gotta keep an eye on them.

I know it.

That's a cool jacket.

Thanks.

Where do you get
a jacket like that?

You make it.

Get out of here.
Really?

Careful.

I like the view from up here.

Why are they after you?

Aw, stupid reasons.

They must have thought
I was dealing or something.

Were you?
No, no.

Then I'm glad I helped.

Yeah, but you didn't know
that at the time.

You could have been
helping the wrong guy.

Well, who's to judge,
I mean...

doing what I do, I could be helping
the wrong guy every single day.

I got a target on my back,
though.

I never should have
climbed on with you.

Don't worry about it.
I'm a multi-tasker.

I just like to see how much
I can handle at once.

And you seem to fit.
Watch.

I can listen to my music while
calling a friend on the phone.

And--

(DANCE MUSIC)

While balancing on the ledge
of a three-story building.

And... dancing.

(HUMMING)

Oh, hi, Gwenny.
No, I'm still in town.

I got held up.

Bye, Gwenny.

(DOM CLAPPING)

It's what you do.

Or what you do to me.

Time changes every second
and so do we.

Evolution right
before your very eyes.

You live life.

I like that.

I kinda need that.

Where are you going?

This was nice,
but I have to finish my day.

No, I mean on the phone you told
Gwen that you didn't leave town yet?

Oh, that.

Very perceptive.

I've been saying that
for weeks now.

What keeps you?

Every day a reason
to stay... finds me.

DOM:
Which way you headed?

West!

How'd you know?

This adventure you're heading on,
all great adventures go west.

Open road, chasing sunsets.

Well, I don't know about that,
cowboy.

But just to get out there...

and find that thing.

What if...

that reason wanted
to come with you?

Let me finish this first.

Wait here, I'll be back
here in an hour.

( ROCK MUSIC )

( MUSIC CONTINUES)

( SCOOTER APPROACHING )

Hey, you.

I thought you were
gonna wait for me?

I was.

I will.

All that talk about things
changing every second.

I got a feeling
you weren't coming back.

Yeah.

This is crazy, I mean...

I don't even know you and--

This can't work.

Let's figure out why not.
Come on, get on.

Come on!

West?

Nope, first the delivery.

( OMINOUS MUSIC )

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVS)

( SCREAMING )

JUNKSHOW:
Go, go, go!

(PSYCHEDELIC MUSIC)

( MUFFLED SCREAMING )

FUEISHA (V.O.) Have you ever
bit the inside of your cheek?

Not just bit, but accidentally
chomped down on it really hard?

( ROCK MUSIC )

Get down on the floor

What?

Please repeat.

Who, me?
I didn't say anything.

Got it.

-- 3000 Harper block.
-- Yeah, I know, I know.

What is this?
Why are we stopping here?

GEAC:
Open Com enabled.

( LOUD HIGH-PITCHED TONE )

Son of 3..

GEAC, is Mark established.

GEAC:
Negative.

Is ball in play?

GEAC:
Cannot confirm.

Another ghost.

Don't be disappointed.

As long as the day ends clean,
ghosts never disappoint me.

Okay, I'll be
the disappointed one.

Fuck!

Listen, Marti, if there's
a mark to bring in, we do it.

Bitching that the mark may not
exist is a little twisted.

-- Unless intel can't locate it.
-- Yeah, sure.

I need to bring one down.

I want to bring one down to send
a message straight to the top.

All within the law.
The law! You got it?

Whose law?

They're not out there
playing by our rules.

If we don't play it by our
rules, we're the same as them.

Okay, ease off
the nobility juice.

I gotta be honest, your
angle is way off on this.

Way off!

Write it up, Cub Scout.

And don't forget to cash your
check when innocent kids die.

Come again? What's that?

You want to talk
about noble ground?

You would sell your nobility for a
week's wage at any given moment.

GEAC:
Mark located.

Info received.
Apprehend mark.

Await further instruction.

Marti, please don't make me
worry about you, okay?

No cowboy shit,
just stick to procedure.

There it is, 764.

Potential mark spotted
entering the house, 764 Harper.

G EAC:
Copy.

Okay, switch to mobile.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

LARRY KING: Do you agree that the church
should take some responsibility here?

MAN:
That would be a first.

Larry, it's implausible
to think that someone...

could infiltrate
the Vatican security.

But we're not just talking
about someone here.

Giovanna's network is known
to reach well beyond Europe.

Network, Larry? I thought this
was a spy we were talking about.

Sounds like you're ready
to call her a terrorist.

You said that, not me.

Heading out?
On your knees!

Yes, sir.
Hands behind your head.

Up, come on! Come on,
we're going in the house.

Let's go!

-- Stay put!
-- Okay, okay.

CLYDE:
Come on, come on.

-- Get up. -- We're taking
the mark in the nest.

I'm innocent.

Innocent men don't run.

Innocent men
sometimes must run.

Oh, look!
That's a lot of cash.

A lot of cash for an innocent
man in a neighborhood like this.

SAHEL:
I earned it, hard work.

I know my rights.
Where is your warrant?

-- Huh?
-- Hmm?

-- Feel that? That is nothing
compared to... -- Marti!

How it's gonna feel when I strap
this straight to your tongue.

Marti, look, just--

Why don't you take the back
rooms, I'll deal with him.

GEAC:
Mark two within perimeter.

Exact location unknown.

Copy. COPY-

No materials located
on mark one.

GEAC:
ls search complete?

Negative.

Marti, back room, come on!

Aw, Jesus fucking Christ!

We don't have time for this.
We need to call in The Bag.

Listen, get the fuck over here!
Listen, listen!

Take it easy! Take it easy.

You are way out of line.
You jumped him out of the gate.

We don't have time.

Until this goes Code Zero,
we got nothing but time.

I am not calling The Bag.

I've never called The Bag,
I'm not starting today.

I am not gonna be the one responsible when
these aliens set a bomb off on my soil!

Who said anything
about a fucking bomb?

This isn't even a Code Zero,
it's standard procedure.

Wake up! Look around!

This thing could be a Code Zero
in a matter of minutes...

and if we're not prepared,
I'm calling in The Bag.

Hey, listen to me!
Listen to me!

This is not a fucking Code Zero,
all right?

Our job is to clear the nest and extract
whatever information we can from the mark.

Just go and clear
the fucking nest!

Have a seat.

Look, I'm not gonna touch you.

She's not gonna touch you again,
okay?

You may just be innocent, contrary
to what's already happened.

We're not here to judge you,
either way.

We have information that links you to a chain
that may be transporting illegal materials.

I don't do this.

Listen to me, all right?

Okay, listen to my words and we'll
find out exactly what you know.

Razor, fire, cloud.

Master.

Wreck.

Master.

SAHEL:
You fucking pig.

You have no soul.

Is that so?

What else?

Your life will die.

Yes, eventually.

Your way of life.

Everything you stand for.

Your work, your belief...

is about to crumble and die.

How's it going to happen?

Look around.

It's happening.

There's not much
happening here.

It will.

When will this happen?

It already has.

I was just cleaning up now.

What are you cleaning?

Your blood.

We are cleaning your blood
from our world.

What are you using to clean?

Ah-.

-- A b0...
-- A bomb?

A what?

You've put a bomb
into play in our soil?

CLYDE:
So unbelievable.

I've got one shot at this.

What could possibly possess
you to interrupt?

He said bomb!

I will not confirm that!

He said it!

He didn't say bomb!
I will not confirm it!

Now is there anything
in the back?

No, and quit acting
so goddamn patient.

First sweep, nest is clean.

Mark offered hints,
nothing solid.

GEAC:
Copy. Hold your position.

Second mark is on
the board and locked.

The Bag is onsite.

You didn't.

( STEPS APPROACHING )

I did.

( DOOR OPENS, CLOSES )

Long time, no see, Clyde.

So, you're the sand turd that won't give
these fine people the information they want?

Should we do it in here?

There's a room in the back.

What, you don't want
to see the action?

Tick-tuck.

Yeah, right?

Bring me in with no more
time for any fun.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I get it. The last to get
here, the reason the party's over.

I'm the reason the party's over.

Sad life.

Let's go!

You and me.

Help me!

( MUFFLED YELLING )

Won't be long, it had to be
done. It's the only way.

The situation was under control.

When she confirms it's a bomb, you
can drop your little Boy Scout--

If she confirms!

Jesus Christ, you're like a fucking
Girl Scout on her first period!

Relax, stop stealing my lines.

You don't get it.

What?

You just don't get it.

(LOUD BANG, SCREAMING)

( COUGHING, MOANING )

Agent, do not go there.

( MOANING, COUGHING CONTINUES)

(GAGGING, CHOKING )

Hey! It's not your job
to interfere with her work.

Not even curious?

That's neither here nor there.

Holster that peace maker.

Come and have a glance.

I will do no such thing
and neither will you.

Is that right?

(GURGLING, CHOKING )

Your friend here.

He passed off a brown box
to a messenger service.

Paid cash.
Sent it across town.

The box was delivered
to him earlier today.

He has no idea what's in the box
nor where it's going.

He's one cog in a network
that's moving it.

Far as he knows,
it's already on to another.

The second mark.

Which way to the toilet?
Call it in.

The toilet?
In there.

Minimal information obtained
from the mark.

He used an unknown messenger service,
delivered it to an unknown location.

Probably the second mark.

GEAC: Location of
second mark confirmed.

Transmitting coordinates now.

Requesting information
for first mark.

GEAC: Remove from premises.
Pursue second mark.

Until we meet again.

You called her in,
you deal with it.

(ROCK MUSIC FADES UP)

Please!

CLYDE: Do you understand
what low-key means? Huh?

Get it? Nothing, nothing's--

Just get him in here.
Come on, quickly, quickly.

Get up!

Go! Get!

Getting shit all over
the back seat!

Go, let's go!

-- You, get down!
-- Let's go!

CLYDE:
Unbelievable!

You fucking clown!

Oh, shit! It's her!

Cut the bullshit! Okay?
Just please calm down.

Or what?

Fuck you, or what!

You have routinely put us
in harm's way every time!

-- I'm done with it!
-- You're done with it?

Yes!

MARTI: You had your
chance back at the ranch.

We've got one in the net
and the catfish on the hook!

Time to drop the handbook,
Boy Scout!

Goddamn it, I wish you would
just leave your fucking cape...

in the goddamn trunk,
you stubborn bitch!

Oh, yeah! Feel it?

I'm these bitches.

Down! I'm talking to you!

I am truly fucking sick
of this shit.

Whoo!

-- I don't know why I even put
up with this shit! -- Focus!

You know they were rational
adults that listen!

I get with you, my life,
all of a sudden...

becomes a goddamn horror show!

(CROWD SCREAMING )

FUEISHA (V.O.)
Are you looking for Giovanna?

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Experts are saying the
rate of espionage of this nature...

may include some people
not aware--

(BLUES ROCK)

BROWN:
What time is it?

It's now the top of the hour and
you're tuned in to the evening news.

I'm hungry-
Keep diQQiTIQ-

You're bound to find something.

BROWN: I'm digging! What
time did you say it was?

It's 2:00 o'clock, Tom.
Now back to you.

Already 2:00?
Already 2:00...

and yes, Tom, according to the polls,
one again, it's 2:00 and you're hungry.

My name is Brown.

(MUMBLES)

Don't you find it a bit strange.

Whenever I tell you the time, your
reaction is, "I'm hungry. I'm hungry."

BROWN:
Cut the shit, I'm Hungarian.

We here at the station feel it's the
public's right to be informed...

of this clock determines
hunger conspiracy.

BROWN:
Cut the shit.

Reporting from the street...

I see the well-behaved clock
watching civilians.

The true machinery of the city.

It brings back sad memories.
Now back to Tom.

We haven't eaten
since the butt crack of dawn.

Quit talking like some idiot.

Call it what you want, I call it old
fashioned, gut wrenching hunger.

And what's all this
about memories?

Back in the day, the salad days.

Before that fateful call--

That call you missed?

I don't think a man can get through
life without getting the call.

I never got any call.

Consider yourself lucky.

It's not just getting the call, it's
answering the call that's important.

( LOUD BANG)
Ow, damn it!

We're sending you now to Brown
on the inside with more.

Please, reason with them.

There ain't nothing
to eat in there.

I'm feeling faint.

Holy-- don't get carried away.

We're gonna get back
in the game, Brown.

Back in the game,
come on, get out of there.

(BLUES ROCK)

I could eat the ass
of a low flying duck.

How much money you got on you?

Um, five bucks.

Five bucks? Feel like
getting a hot chocolate?

Yeah, sure.

Hm, I feel like a coffee,
you're buying.

I think I actually left
that five at home.

Tom, back in the game.

Help us on the way?
Help.

Hey, you two can't be out here loitering
and harassing these good people.

Don't be calling me no loiterer.

I pick up and throw away
any trash I see.

According to local
authorities...

the homeless survey
was reported as harassment.

-- Survey?
-- Yeah, a survey.

Exactly what sort of a survey
are the two of you conducting?

That story and more will be
coming up after this short break.

Do you need some change?

Would you like to borrow
some money?

-- Thank you.
-- God bless.

Hey, what sort
of horse pucky is that?

Now listen, guys, I'm not
gonna tell you again, but you--

You're gonna have--

I'll be damned.

You, uh... you are--

What's his name?

Wow.

The best way to deal with
ignorance is to recognize it.

I used to watch you
every night.

So, and, was I good?

-- You were fantastic.
-- Thanks.

How in great goodness
does it come to this?

Wasn't just one thing.

He missed his call.

Told you I did not
miss my call.

It had something to do
with the science of cloning.

The science of cloning?

Yep, they're gonna clone
the big guy.

I know how you feel, I've been
there, but now I'm back in the game.

(BLUES ROCK)

Sweet lordy be.

What's wrong with that cop?

Why?

Why was he acting so strange,
like he knew you or something?

Sometimes people mistake me
for someone else.

They'll be happy to know
that I'm back in the game.

Ah, he said something
about he used to watch you.

What's your story, dude?

Brown, I'll tell you, you gotta start
listening to what people don't say.

It's the best way
to stay focused.

All I can focus on
is my hunger.

Ooh, yeah.

That is style.

Help is on the way.

Aren't you--.

That's right. It's me.

Hmm.

We are now sending you live to
the street where Tom has more.

We apologize for our
audio difficulty...

but the way things
seem out here today...

I believe we'll get a reminder.

Reminder that I'm starving?

Into the microphone, Tom.

I will not talk into your fake microphone
until you address me by my name.

On the reminder,
I'm referring to a Mr. Brown.

Can be as simple as a sneeze.

Just that something to remind
people that they're still alive.

Listen, I don't know what you're talking
about or why you talk the way you do.

What I do know is that guy,
that cop, and a couple others...

looked at you like they
know you from some place.

And then you throw out
the science of cloning?

Who are you, dude?

I'm not keen to why people
look at me like they do.

But I do know this.

You are one observant little fellow
who stopped to do a little thinking.

My advice for that,
don't forget to start up again.

Well...

what are we gonna do
with this?

Ooh, where did you get that?

While you so cleverly had that
big, dumb cop distracted...

I took advantage of my position and
kindly removed it from his holster.

You dog, you dirty dog.

Well? What are we
gonna do with it?

Wake up, Brown. Wake up.

In the words of the great
Howard Jones...

"Ours is the age which is proud
of machines that think...

"and suspicious of men
who would try to."

So, for Christ's sakes, man...

Let's make them suspicious.

Hm?Hm?

Hey, yo. hey, vo!

Hey. yo. hey, yo, what?

Little man, step up.

Do you trust these clowns?

Not by the looks of them.
Me, neither.

Yo, where'd you get
that lid, man?

Oh, this hat, they were
having a sale at Macy's.

Whoa.

Not the answer I was
looking for, little man.

Chill out, homie, I just picked it
out of that trash can over there.

See?

That can right there?

Good enough.

Let's roll.

Did you see the paper
today on the Vatican?

How am I gonna explain
that to my kid?

Hey, Bob,
did you shower today?

Of course.

Did you use soap?

I used a lavender body splash
from McGurkin's.

Yeah, well you smell
like aquarium rocks.

Hand me some wire,
not the speaker wire.

(BLUES ROCK)

One full slice is all I need
and I'm good two days.

What do you say we put
that gun to good use?

(CLIMACTIC MUSIC)

DOKE:
That's right, buddy.

Witnesses claim the two
entered the pizza joint...

where the little one pulled out
the gun and held everyone up.

While his counterpart
grabbed two pizzas...

one plain, one pepperoni.

But then we'd be out
of the game.

And I hate pepperoni.

That's why I got you
the plain, man.

(CLIMACTIC MUSIC)

DOKE: We're live outside
of First Union Bank...

where two vagrants
are holding ten people...

hostage with a hand gun.

30 squad cars
and ten helicopters...

await their hopeless getaway.

Even worse.

How about we sell it
to a gang?

Gangs don't need guns.

They're gangs because
they already have guns.

I've got it.

Well, that's fantastic!

No, of course, I'm in.

Yeah, she's my wife.

But it's my art and I don't have to check
in with her about my acting career.

I look forward to it, yeah.

I'll see you then.

Finally.
( DOOR BELL RINGS )

Your dog can come in,
but you have to wait outside.

Good one, Shane!
How's business?

SHANE:
Oh, it's okay.

It's like the weather,
day to day.

Just checking up on our local proprietor,
seeing how things are, that's all.

Yeah, just seeing
how things are.

You two are acting kind
of different today.

Where's Mala?

Oh, she's in the back.
Why?

Oh, as a member of the same
community as you...

my business associate here and I,
we're just a little worried...

what with all the problems
out on the street.

Just want to make sure you
were feeling safe, secure.

-- Out of harm's way.
-- Yes.

I'm good, yeah.

And if so, what are you
two gonna do about it?

Just want to make sure,
you know...

you had yourself some
protection.

-- Protection?
-- Yeah.

Would steel put you at ease?

Where'd you two get a gun?

Let's just say we're
back in the game.

What do you think?

( SIGHS )

I don't know.

Ten clams, it's yours.

Ten, huh?

It's a bargain.

DOKE:
Hey, Mala.

This store smells nice.
How about those Steelers?

BROWN:
Cranberries.

Cranberries.

What the hell are you
three talking about?

Cranberries.
Yeah.

( DOOR BELL muss )

Shit, the cheese.

I seem to have misplaced
my firearm.

Misplaced?

I know that sounds strange.

But I had it earlier
and now it's gone.

Friend, it sounds like you
need to be more astute.

SHANE: If I see anything, I'll
be sure to report it to you.

Thank you.

I guess that's all I can ask.

Go back in an hour
to collect?

Ten bucks?

Well, as long as he doesn't give
it back to that numbskull.

Five each.

Nicely done, Doke,
if that's your name.

What?

You can try and move around it
with your fuzzy logic.

But I've seen it there
and I've seen it out here.

What?

Plus, I've noticed you
talking kind of funny...

like you're talking to someone
that isn't there.

Somebody I can't see.

Haven't you ever watched
television?

What?

Listen, if you'll answer,
I'll explain.

Have you ever watched
television?

I've looked at television through
the glass when it sits on display.

Well, not long ago, I was the
anchorman for the local news.

Anchorman?

I was the host of the show.

I reported the news
or tried to.

It was my face on the tube.

Delivering the stories
of the day.

-- Yes, John Simchak, Channel 7.
-- You?

At 6:00 and 11:00.

You were a celebrity?

I wouldn't say that, but I
was definitely in the game.

And that's why some people
stop and stare.

They still notice
this old face.

(BLUES ROCK)

How'd you end up
on the curb?

It started with that
fateful call.

That call you missed?

Call I got, changed my life.

It was Tuesday night like any
other when that phone rang.

I know I could trust
the voice right away.

For no other reason, except knew
one of my most personal secrets.

Something I never shared
with anyone.

What did someone say
that could convince you?

She knew...

I got my hair cut...
every 3,000 miles.

What does that mean?

Every time I got my car's oil
changed, every 3,000 miles...

I'd get my hair cut.

Doke, that's fucking weird.

What's really weird is I'd never used
the same garage or the same barber.

Regardless, she let me know she
knew this and more about me.

It was enough to get my ear.

It was explained to me then.

An underground movement
had been in motion...

and was about ready to reach
the mainstream.

I guess I had been profiled,
I was told.

I was chosen, the one to deliver
the news to the world.

Hell, I already had the
attention of quite a few people.

A team composed of the top
scientific and theological minds.

Obviously well educated and
extremely well financed.

Whose first plan was to clone
the prophet Jesus.

DOKE: Now, I've heard
of cloning sheep.

Maybe even humans,
but Jesus.

I was completely sucked in.

I guess they're gonna take DNA from
the blood off the Shroud of Turin.

That's the cloth they wrapped around
his body when they buried him.

It raises all kinds
of questions.

He's supposed to come again.

Why not through cloning?
Who knows?

Maybe he's already here.

Remember, this was years ago.

On the day of the scheduled
meeting, I tried--

Believe me,
I followed the instructions.

I tried to be there... on time.

But everything that could
possibly get in my way, did.

It's funny how nothing gets in your
way when you're not in a hurry...

and that's no excuse.

A few minutes.

Guys go a few minutes late.

Who knows what I missed?

Maybe all the information
and proof I'd need.

Maybe the even the
shroud itself, everything.

And I would need to bring
to the world...

one of the most significant
stories of all time.

The greatest reproduction--

The cloning of Jesus.

DOKE: But the plot
didn't end there.

They have plans
to bring them all back.

Muhammad. Sedata.

Lao-Tsé.

Smash the line
between science and religion...

so those people can figure out
the sciences of religion.

Evolution, no? Yeah.

The Jews, the Christians,
the Muslims.

The Hindus, the Buddhists.

Taoists. All slaves...
to time.

DOKE: People waiting,
biding their time.

Yearning for a real experience,
a true moment.

Free of this song, sad routine
we're all locked into.

Now something's on its way.

To straighten out
this damn mess.

But I missed my chance,
then couldn't get there.

It's pretty much the beginning
of the end for me.

But for that...
I'm a better human.

A wiser man.

Wow. You?

You were on television?

And now...
I'm here with you.

(LOUD GUNFIRE)

( PEOPLE SCREAMING )

MAN:
Call the police!

MAN:
Everything's gonna explode.

( ROCK MUSIC )

Holy schmoly!

We're back in the game.

Problem here, it looks like
they've got it all under control.

Reporting for Channel 7 News.

I'm John Simchak,
now back to the studio.

(MUFFLED GUNFIRE)

Some sunny day

FUEISHA (V.O.) Have you ever
bit the inside of your cheek?

FUEISHA (V.O.) Oh, you wish
to God it didn't happen.

(HIP HOP MUSIC)

Get the big steel, man!

The big steel?

Oh, man, what the deal?

Man, home slice is walking down the wrong
motherfucking block on the wrong day.

Back up?

Man, you know the dumb-ass wop supposed
to be testifying against Reggie.

And getting innocent
to the pimp.

-- Man, get out of here.
-- Ain't nobody that stupid.

Shamu, get off my ass, man.
Whoa, whoa.

He's not in this shit.

It ain't worth it!
He'll be cleared.

If you two care to see him
again, don't do this.

It's your fucking brother,
Reggie, what's he gonna do?

Eddie, shut your mouth!
Or what?

I'll cut your balls off
while you sleep.

Junkshow.

Get in.

And go upstate to get rent

Can't stay broke
Gotta get respect

Trippin' off stacks
Like an architect

You gettin' tired of the city
But the city never rests

( ENGINE STARTS )

(ENGINE REVS)

(MUSIC FADES UP)

There's the dead man
right there.

This is for Reggie,
motherfucker!

Shit!

Cocksucker! Turn it around,
man! Turn it around!

Go, go, go!

I see this fool,
he ain't getting nowhere.

-- Fuck!
-- Yeah! Yeah!

( GUN JAMS )
Shit!

Damn it!
Man, fuck!

Fool, check this.

Would you tap that?

What do you think?

Cocksucker.
Gun jammed up on me, man.

Man, that fool ain't getting
too far on foot, fool.

-- Yeah, all right. -- Keep your
head on, we gonna find him.

Yeah, okay, okay.

He's got to be the luckiest,
dumbest pig alive.

I'm mean goddamn, man!
Shit!

Don't worry about it, man.

I told you, man,
he ain't getting nowhere.

Fuck!

-- Shit, shit, shit!
-- Man, be cool, man.

-- What are them guns for?
-- Hey! Hey!

Oh, shit!

What's your ass
doing back there?

Don't shoot my ass!

Get your ass
out from back there!

Shamu, who the hell is this big,
little sister, huh?

When did you pick her up?

Man, I didn't pick up nobody.

SHAMU:
Oh, shit, Fuel

Fue, what the hell
are you doing back there?

I needed a ride.

Needed a ride?
They got taxis for that shit.

My feet are sore.

And them swollen-ass feet
almost got you capped.

Now get your ass out this car.

Shamu, what are you
doing with those guns?

FUEISHA: You're not gonna
shoot me, are you?

Shit, I will.

Nobody gonna shot you, Fue.

FUEISHA: You promise?
-- Yeah, man.

Hey, Shamu, we got
to lose this shit, man.

All right, man, look.

Okay, look, Fue...

what you're gonna do is you're
gonna get out right here.

SHAMU: Go home and tell
nobody about this, okay?

About what?

Bitch, get your fat ass
out the car!

I just need a ride...
down to the corner.

Shamu, we can't be cartin' this
pork-ass all around town.

All right, man, look.

We gonna ride down
to the corner...

and you gonna get out and go
home and say nothing about this.

SHAMU:
Ah h-ite?

Say nothing about what?

All right.

Steady knocking
Motherfuckers out

That's what it's all about

When I come to they'll probably
Figure shit out

All on their own
And I'm to break out

Thought they was in the zone
And they've ground

Yes, sir

They say the sound of the stars
Run a ring around the planets

From Venus to Mars

Who you looking for?

Damn, Fue.

Who are you looking for?

A white devil, little punk-ass
snitch wearing a red lid, all right?

Lid?

Damn, niggah, a red hat!

I always leave one alive
When I take out a tribe

So they can walk on
With details of my size

Fire in his eyes

Like the one
on that munchkin?

Yeah, just like the one
on that munchkin.

Hey, yo. hey, vo!

Hey. yo. hey, yo, what?

JUNKSHOW:
Little man, step up.

-- That's the hat. DOKE:
Do you trust these clowns?

-- I don't know, brother, ask him.
DOKE: Me, neither.

Yo, where'd you get
that lid?

You mean my hat?

They were having
a sale at Macy's.

JUNKSHOW: Not the answer I
was looking for, little man.

Chill out, homie.

I just picked it out of that
trash can over there.

That can right there.

JUNKSHOW:
Good enough. Let's roll.

Damn, you ate all those?

I love candy bars.

You know what, man?

Drop her fat ass off
right here.

No, wait, give me
a few more minutes.

Ain't nothing good gonna come
from a few more minutes.

(MUSIC FADES UP)

FUEISHA:
So, who's Reggie?

J U N KSHOVV:
What?

FUEISHA: I heard you shout,
"This is for Reggie."

Fue, how long have you
lived in the hood, huh?

You don't know who
Reggie is?

Reggie's about to get
a life sentence.

Man, why the fuck
we spilling this?

FUEISHA:
What'd he do?

Nothing!

All right,
he didn't do nothing!

And that cracker is planning
to ID him in court.

If he did nothing,
why is he in court?

Oprah, chill with the
interrogation.

You don't need to know Reggie's
side of the story.

You just need to learn
that in this world...

your people stand up
for they own.

FUEISHA:
Was he guilty?

SHAMU:
Does it matter?

FUEISHA: So, he was, and this guy
you're chasing, he's a witness?

He saw Reggie do it and now
Reggie is facing time.

Yeah, snitching son of a bitch is
walking around Reggie's neighborhood...

with a shit-eating grin
on his face.

Good as dead.

Well, how is this guy supposed
to know where Reggie lives?

Dumb fucker better know where he live
if he's gonna help put him behind bars.

You ever bit the inside
of your cheek?

Have you?

Have I ever bit
the inside of my cheek?

Not just bit, but accidentally
chomped down on it really hard.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Have you?

Yeah, that pain's the worst.

SHAMU:
Yeah, yeah.

Do you know that feeling,
right after you do it?

That slow motion, wishful feeling
that it didn't just happen?

FUEISHA: You know what
I'm talking about.

Then comes the real shit, the
life swelling, eye-watering pain.

And there's absolutely nothing
you can do about it.

There's no going back and
reliving that moment...

or maybe just changing things
a wee bit.

Damn right.

And the pain grows and it
spreads and you squirm around.

Oh, you wish to God
it didn't happen, but it did.

And now,
you have to live with it.

But what really sucks is that this never
happens on the last bite of your meal.

So, now the meal is ruined
because your mouth is pulsing.

And then sudden jolts of reality
runs through your mind.

This life will never allow you
to go back and remove the pain.

It's all there.
We all gotta learn from it.

We all gotta learn
to move on with it.

Yo, this shit is whack.

Why push the head
at the speed of pain?

All of us, you, me, you.

That guy you're after.

No one alive can avoid it.

Now, look, I know you're
pissed about Reggie.

But don't deal with pain
by inflicting more.

Please, brothers,
cause no more pain?

Yo, this is all insightful
and shit...

but sometimes things
just have to be finished.

Well, thanks for setting me straight,
but now I got myself a stomach ache.

From eating all that garbage.

Well, I ain't gonna go shoot
the guy who sold them to me.

And do you know why?

Oh, here the fuck she go again.

'Cause I stole them candy bars.

Stole them,
and now I'm paying for it.

They call that karma.

What the fuck you know
about karma?

Not much, but I'm learning.

(BLUES ROCK)

It'd be real easy
to take him out, man.

You hear me?
In Reggie's pain?

Or we just be keeping cool.

FUEISHA (V.O.): Please,
brothers, cause no more pain?

Yo.

I got him.

What you want to do?

( ENGINE STARTS )

( OMINOUS MUSIC )

That's him.

That's him, next light.

( SOFT MUSIC )

Ready?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

SHAMU:
Don't do it, man.

You know, just scare him
a little bit.

Make sure he know we know.

( NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Don't know where
Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day

We'll meet again
Don't know when

Don't know where

Honey, I can't--
Are you able to pay for this?

( DOOR OPENS, CLOSES )

GEAC:
Apprehend second mark.

She is elusive and dangerous.
Proceed with caution.

GEAC:
Code Zero in effect.

( DOOR OPENS, CLOSES )

( OMINOUS MUSIC )

( MUSIC CHANGES)

You're saying that she worked at
the terminal for most of the day?

Yeah, she was here from--

Second mark is not present.

( OMINOUS MUSIC )

ADIO ANNOUNCER: here's now speculation
that he relic may be here in America.

Experts are saying that rate
of espionage of this nature...

may include some people not
aware they're even involved.

ANNOUNCER #2: No, no, no,
I can't believe that.

What I think is that we're
just getting started.

Armageddon, it's upon us.

Now that we've cloned the
sheep, how about the shepherd?

I'm sure the powers that be--

WOMAN:
Are you looking for Giovanna?

Oh, yeah, is that you?

It is.

Oh, well, then, this is for you.

Thank you, dear.
Right on time.

Yeah, no worries.

CLYDE:
It's not a bomb.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I have the package.

You drive.

FUEISHA:
Is this your bike?

This is my bike.
Why?

Here.

You should have this.

Thank you.

(ROCK MUSIC FADES UP)

They say you have everything

But they don't see
Behind closed doors

You smile
And put on a show for them

But inside you're scared

You're crying

And it's lonely at the top

No one cares for you

They only see right through

And it's lonely at the top

You can't cuddle up with fame

Or hide when you're lost

And it's lonely at the top

Don't come down

You can't buy your way out
Of the shades of gold

It'll crack your soul

When the crowd is here
But you know who knows

Lonely at the top

You can't cuddle up with fame

Or hide when you're lost

And it's lonely at the top