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Let me tell you what Like A Virgin's about.

It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick.

The entire song, it's a metaphor for big dicks.

No, it ain't. It's about a girl who's very vulnerable.

She's been fucked over a few times, and then she meets a guy who's very

sensitive. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out, Green Bay.

Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.

Toby. Who the fuck is Toby?

Like A Virgin's not about a sensitive girl who meets a nice fella.

That's what True Blue's about.

Now, granted, I'll give you that. Which one's True Blue?

You ain't heard of True Blue?

It was a big -ass hit for Madonna.

I don't even listen to that Tops of the Pop shit, and even I heard of True Blue.

Yeah, so? I ain't saying never heard of it, you know. All I'm asking is how's it

go. Excuse me for not being the biggest Madonna fan.

Personally, I could do without her. I used to like her early stuff.

Borderline? She got into that Papa Don't Preach phase.

I tuned out.

You guys are, like, making me lose my train of thought here. I was saying

something. What was it? Oh, Toby's that little Chinese girl.

What was her last name?

What's that?

It's a book I found on an old coast. I have one in a coon's age.

What was that name?

What the fuck was I saying?

You said that True Blue was about a girl that meets a sensitive guy.

And Like a Virgin is a metaphor for big dicks.

Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about.

It's all about this coos, who's a regular fuck machine.

I'm talking morning, day, afternoon, night.

Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.

How many dicks is that?

A lot.

Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like... Whoa,

baby. This cat's like Charles Bronson in The Great Escape. He's digging tunnels.

She's getting some serious dick action, and she's feeling something she ain't

ever felt since forever.

Pain. Pain.

Chew, Toby, chew.

It hurts. It hurts her.

It shouldn't hurt her.

Her pussy should be bubbly on by now, but the way this cat's fucking her, it

hurts. It hurts like it did the first time.

You see, the pain is reminding the fuck machine of what it was once like to be a

virgin.

Hence, like a virgin.

Wong.

Give me that fucking thing.

What the hell are you doing? Give me that back. Look, Joel, I'm fucking sick

hearing about this shit. I'll give it to you when we leave.

What do you mean when we leave?

Give it back now.

Are you going to put it away?

I'll do whatever the fuck I feel like it. Well, then I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm

going to have to keep it.

Look, for the past 15 fucking minutes, you've been droning on about names.

Toby, Toby Wong, Toby Wong, Toby Chong, Charlie fucking Chan.

Look, I got Madonna's big dick coming up out of my left ear, and Toby, I don't

know what the fuck her name is, Jap, coming up out of my right.

Give me that book.

Are you going to put it away?

I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with it.

Well, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep it.

Hey, Joe, want me to shoot this girl?

Shit. You shoot me in a dream? You better wake up and apologize.

You guys been listening to that K -Billy super sound of the 70s weekend?

Oh, yeah, man. Isn't that fucking great?

Can you believe the songs they've been playing?

You know what I heard the other day?

Heartbeat. It's a love beat.

By little Tony DeFranco and the DeFranco family.

I haven't heard that shit since I was in the fifth grade.

When I was coming down here, the night the lights went out and Georgia came on,

I ain't heard that song since it was a hit.

When it was a hit, I must have heard it a million trillion fucking times.

Today, I realized that it was the wife that shot Andy.

What? You mean you didn't know that Vicki Lawrence shot Andy?

I thought the cheating wife shot Andy.

They say that at the end of the song.

I know, motherfucker.

I just heard it. That's what I'm talking about.

All right, I'll get the check.

You guys get the tip. It should be about a buck apiece. And you, when I get

back, I want my book.

Sorry, it's my book now.

I changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit.

All right, everybody, cuff up some green for the little lady.

Come on, throw in a buck.

I don't tip.

You don't tip?

Don't believe in it.

You don't believe in tipping?

You know what these chicks make?

They make shit.

Hey, don't give me that. If she doesn't make enough money, she can quit.

I don't even know a fucking Jew who would have the balls to say that.

I don't tip because society says I have to. I mean, if someone puts forth the

effort... I'll give them something extra, but this tipping automatically

for the birds.

Hey, this girl was nice.

She was okay, but she wasn't anything special.

What's special?

Take you in the back and lick your twat?

I'd get over 12 % for that.

Hey, look.

I ordered coffee, right?

I've been here a long fucking time, and she's only filled my cup three times.

When I order coffee, I want my cup filled six times.

Six times? You know, what if she's too fucking busy?

The words too fucking busy shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

Jesus Christ, I mean, these ladies aren't starving.

They make a minimum wage.

I worked a minimum wage job, and when I did, it wasn't a job that society deemed

tip -worthy.

You don't care that they count on your tips to live?

You know what this is?

This is the world's smallest violin playing for those waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their

It's a hard job.

So is working at McDonald's.

But you don't feel the need to tip them.

Well, why not? They're serving you food, aren't they?

But no, society says tip these guys over here, but don't tip these ones over

here. I just think it's fucking bullshit.

Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non -college graduates in

this country.

It's a job any one woman can get to make a living for herself.

And that's because of their tips.

Fuck all that.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry that the government taxes their tips, but that ain't my fault.

Seems like waitresses are one of those groups that the government fucks in the

ass on a regular basis.

Now, you show me a piece of paper that says the government can't do that, I'll

sign it. You put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I'm not going to do is

play ball.

And this whole non -college bullshit you're giving me, well, I got two words

that. Learn how to fucking type.

Because if you're expecting me to pay the rent, You're in for a big fucking

surprise.

She's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

Hey! Leave the dollars there.

All right, ramblers, let's get rambling.

Hey, wait a minute.

Who didn't throw in?

Miss Pink.

Why not?

She don't tip.

What do you mean, you don't tip?

She don't believe in it.

Shut up. What do you mean, you don't believe in it? Come on, cop up a buck,

cheap bastard. I paid for your goddamn breakfast.

All right.

Because you paid for my breakfast, I'll kick in.

But I normally would not do this. Never mind what you would normally do. Just

cop him your goddamn buck like everybody else.

Thank you.

That was the Partridge family's Doesn't Somebody Want to be Wanted.

Followed by Edison Lighthouse's My Love Grows Where My Rosemary Grows.

That K. Billy super sound of the 70s.

Keeps on truckin'.

I can't believe she killed me.

I fucking thought that.

Hey, just cancel this shit out right now, okay?

You're hurt. You're hurt real fucking bad, but you ain't dying.

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna split the shit out of me, Laura.

I'm gonna die and know it.

Excuse me.

I didn't realize you had a degree in medicine.

Are you a doctor?

Huh?

Answer me, please. Are you a fucking doctor?

No, I'm not.

Okay, so you admit that you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

So if you're through giving me your amateur opinion, lie back and take the

I'm taking you back to the rendezvous.

Joe's gonna be there and he's gonna fix you up real good, okay?

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Say it.

Say you're gonna be okay.

Say it! Say the goddamn words!

Oh, God.

I'm okay, Laura.

Correct. Correct.

I'm okay.

You're a tough fucking girl.

You're a tough fucking girl.

We made it, okay? We fucking made it. We're here. We're at the warehouse.

We fucking made it, okay?

Stop banging your fucking head, okay?

You're gonna put a fucking hole in the floor, okay?

You know I hurt the floor, do you?

Come on.

Now look, I can't do anything for you, but when Joe gets here, which should be

any second now, he's gonna fix you right up, okay?

He's going to make you 100%, okay?

Go away.

Joe?

Laura? Yeah.

Can you help me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You'll be good, okay?

You've been brave enough for one day.

You'll be good, okay?

Joe is going to get here. He's going to pick you right up. He's going to make

you 100 % again, okay?

No, it's not good, no.

I'm just hurt from what you've been trying to do.

I was panicking back there for a minute.

But I think I got my senses back.

I'm in a situation where I'm shot in the belly without medical attention.

And I'm gonna die.

I can't take you to the hospital. Fuck you!

I'll take care of myself.

I won't tell him anything, I swear to God.

Look into my eyes.

You'll be safe.

You're not going to die, kid, okay? You're not going to fucking die.

Along with the kneecap, the gut is the most painful spot where a girl can get

shot. No shit.

Now look, it takes a long time to die from it, okay? I'm talking days.

I mean, you're going to wish you were dead, but...

Time is on your side, okay?

Was that a fucking setup or what?

Shit, Orange got tagged.

Gut shot.

Where's Brown?

Dead. Oh, this is bad.

This is so fucking bad.

Is it bad?

As opposed to good. Oh, somebody fucked us up big time, man. Somebody fucked us

up big time.

You really think we're set up? Do you even doubt it?

thing we got set up i fucking know we got set up seriously really where did

those fucking cops come from one minute they're not there the next minute

they're there i didn't hear a fucking siren remember that second wave of cars

okay those were the ones responding to the alarm those first motherfuckers they

were there and they were waiting for us have you thought about this i haven't

had a chance to think first all it's trying to do is get the Fuck out of

and ever since we got away, I've been dealing with her. Well, let's fucking

start thinking about it. Because it's all I'm thinking about.

I wasn't even going to come here.

I was going to fucking drive off.

Because whoever set this up, they fucking know about this place, man.

There could have been cops here waiting for us.

There could be cops coming right now.

Let's go another room.

Hey, over there.

Look, I'm gonna be right in there, right over there, okay? I'm gonna be right

there looking at you.

See, right over in there, okay?

Laura, I'm gonna fucking die.

Laura?

Laura?

So, can you explain the telegram?

Five -woman job.

Busting in and out of a diamond wholesaler.

Can you move ice?

I don't know nobody that can move ice.

No problem.

We got guys waiting for it.

Hey, whatever happened to Marcellus Pivey? Didn't he always move your ice?

Doing 20 years up in Susanville.

20 years.

Holy God. What for?

Bad luck.

I guess you could say that again.

What's the exposure like?

Two minutes tops.

But it's a tough two minutes.

Daylight hours dealing with the crowd.

But you'll have the girls to deal with the crowd.

How many employees?

I'd say around 20.

Security pretty lax.

They usually deal just in boxes.

Uncut stones from the diamond syndicate.

But on this particular day, they're getting a shipment of polished stones

Israel.

They're like a weigh station.

They get picked up and sent the next day to Vermont.

No, they're not.

So what's the cut, Big Papa?

Juicy, Junior.

Real juicy.

So, Joe, what do you say we go at it, you know, one more time, for old time's

sake?

That's the best idea I've heard all day.

You fuck this good, baby.

Fuck. Oh, message cut, Joe.

See you whenever you want.

Oh, God.

Whoa.

This cock might be slimy, huh? Yeah.

Oh, fuck it. Oh, my God.

Oh,

fuck.

Yeah. Oh, my God. Cocker is a fucking good type little cock.

That's the way I wiggle this pussy.

Fucking whore, Joe.

Fuck me like a dirty fucking whore.

Fuck

you.

Does that pussy feel good?

Yeah, it does.

Yeah, it does.

Oh,

yeah.

You feel that thing in that asshole, huh?

Throwing up against your dick?

Yeah.

Oh my god.

I'm so fucking tired.

Oh, yeah, just like that.

Just like that. Just like that, baby.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh,

you're going to suck it.

Suck it up.

Oh my god.

Oh, I love to watch your dick go in and out of my fucking little pink cunt.

Yeah. Oh, I feel like when I talk dirty to you, Joe.

Good dirty fucking huh?

You rub that little pussy while you fuck it.

You rub my little pussy while you fuck it.

You fill that pussy hole up with that fucking big dick.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

You wanna come, huh, Joe?

You wanna come all over this fucking whore? Yeah. Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I can't wait to fucking taste your jizz. Your hot load on my fucking

You're late.

I'm sorry. I had to make a stop all the way here.

That's no excuse.

Part of this job is being on time.

Was there anything I could do to make it up to you?

I could think of a few things.

You don't look like a prostitute.

You a college boy?

I'm just trying to make a buck, you know? I'm just trying to get by.

Yeah?

Why don't you take off your shirt?

Take off my shirt?

Oh, it's nice.

That's really nice. Are you insecure?

Folding your hands like that?

Why are you folding your arms like that? Are you scared?

I'm kind of new to this.

Are you scared of me or are you scared of the gun?

That caught my attention too.

Yeah.

Why don't you show me your dick?

Okay.

Oh, that's nice.

You got a nice dick.

You like it? I bet you make a lot of money, don't you?

I'm hoping to. I mean, I just started.

Yeah?

How many pussies you fuck today?

Two.

Two?

Tell me you fuck more.

Um, I fuck more?

Oh, you're so new to this.

Come here.

I want to see your mouth.

Okay. And your dick's nice and hard.

That's good. It's a good sign.

You're young.

Nice mouth.

You like it? I do like it.

Are your lips nice and wet?

Yeah? Am I going to taste other women on your mouth?

Maybe. Yeah?

Give me a kiss.

That's right. Give me another kiss.

Mm -hmm.

You like kissing me? Mm -hmm. Yeah?

Dig oh, you're so handsome Hey

You want to fuck me without a rubber Yes,

well you got a fucking death wish, huh?

I do come here

Ugh.

Ugh.

Oh my god.

I can taste all those other pussies you've been fucking.

Dirty boy.

Ugh.

You like to see me chug on your dirt? Yes.

Oh, yeah.

It's so big I can't get it down my throat.

That's so fucking good.

Oh my god.

Oh, God.

Mmm.

You're gonna fuck my friends?

Huh?

Do you wanna fuck with my friends, baby?

Just watch.

Grab my hand.

Oh, dear.

Damn it.

How do I want you next time?

I don't want to fuck you next time.

How about you stand up and fuck me missionary?

I'll lay on my back and let you do your fucking job.

Okay.

You fucking... Oh,

goddamn.

God,

I can't take that fucking dick all the way, huh?

God damn that jerk.

Does that scare you?

Does that scare you? Just don't point it at me. Ah, fuck.

Does that scare you?

Give it back.

Fuck! Oh, God.

Oh, you

nasty motherfucker.

I'm going to bend you over.

Yes.

That dick is so fucking good. Do you like it?

Come on.

Come on.

Give me.

Give me.

Shake your ass off my dick.

Oh my god such a big ass

strange dick

Just do a little dance on that dick, huh?

You wanna cum on that face?

You wanna cum on that face?

I'll swallow that fucking little street urchin cum.

Little street hustler, are ya?

That dirty, nasty cum.

You risky motherfucker.

Oh, yes.

Oh, my God.

Please don't stop.

I'm gonna get all that cum.

Please don't fucking stop. I'm gonna get all that fucking cum.

Oh, God.

Oh, I'm a dirty girl. Oh, my God.

I'm gonna sleep on it.

I'm gonna sleep on it.

paid for two hours, so you want me to stick around maybe for a little more

You don't need to stick around.

The money's on the table.

You know, normally there is a tip involved.

I don't tip.

Okay, I'm just going to go then.

All right, kid.

You got a good dick. I'll keep you in mind for next time.

Thanks. Nasty motherfucker.

Hey, you do what you want, but I'm checking into a motel. I'm booking up.

I'll call Joe and... Is she fucking dead?

Did she fucking die?

She ain't dead.

Well, what is it?

Makes you just passed out.

I thought she was dead for sure. Scared the shit out of me.

Without medical attention, she will die for sure.

Well, we can't take her to a hospital.

Without medical attention, that woman over there will die overnight.

Look, she took a bullet in the belly and it's my fault.

And while that might not mean jack shit to you, it means a hell of a lot to me.

Yeah, well, we gotta get out of here. Staying here is fucking goofy.

What are you suggesting we do, huh? Go to a hotel?

We got a girl over there shot in the fucking belly, okay?

She bleeds like a stuck pig.

She's awake. She screams in pain.

Well, if you have an idea, I suggest you spit it out.

Joe could help. We get in touch with Joe.

Joe could get her to a doctor. Or better yet, Joe could get a doctor to come see

her.

Assuming we could even trust Joe.

How will we even get a hold of him? Huh? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't.

which makes me very nervous about being here.

Even if he is on the up and up, I don't think he's going to be too happy with

us, okay?

He planned this robbery.

He has a bloodbath on his hands.

Before you got here, Miss Orange was asking me to take her to a doctor, to a

hospital. And now I don't like the idea of turning her over to the cops.

If we don't, she'll die.

Well, all right, then we'll take her to a fucking hospital. If that's what she

said, then we'll do that. She doesn't know nothing about us, so I think it's

decision. She knows a little bit about me.

What, did you tell her your fucking name? Why'd you do that?

I told her my name and where I was from.

Why? It was just natural conversation.

You weren't supposed to do that.

Look, she asked, okay?

We had just gotten away from the cops.

And she just got shot. It was my fault she got shot, okay?

She's a fucking bloody mess. She was screaming.

I thought she was going to die right then and there.

Look, I was trying to fucking comfort her, okay?

She asked me what my fucking name was.

What was I supposed to do? Tell her that's against the rules? You can't have

that fucking information?

Well, maybe I should have, but I couldn't.

Fuck you and fuck Joe.

Oh, I bet you guys had a real beautiful scene.

Don't you fucking patronize me.

I got one question for you. They got a rap sheet where you're from? Yeah.

Yeah? Well, that just narrows it down, doesn't it? Because she knows A, your

name, B, where you're from, and C, your fucking specialty. They're not going to

have to show her a lot of mug shots to find you.

Look, if you don't fucking back off, me and you are going to go round and round.

We ain't taking her to a hospital.

If we don't, you'll die!

Well, some girls are lucky and some girls ain't.

What do you have your fucking hands on me for? You got your fucking...

You want to fuck with me? I'll show you who you're fucking with.

You want to shoot me, you little piece of shit? Go ahead, take a shot.

This isn't my situation, White.

I'm acting like a professional and you're acting like a first -year thief.

I didn't tell her my name and I didn't tell her where I'm from.

Shit, 15 minutes ago you were going to tell me your name.

If you're going to throw around fucking looks, throw them in the fucking mirror.

You kids shouldn't play so rough.

Somebody's gonna start crying.

Come on!

Fuck, are you kidding me?

Where have you been?

What happened to Blue?

Brown's dead and Orange got it in the belly.

Enough, enough!

Look, you better start talking, assholes. We got a lot of shit we need

about. And we're already a little freaked out. We need you acting freaky

need a fucking bag on our hip.

Okay, let's talk.

We think we got a rat in the house.

I fucking guarantee we have a rat in the house.

What makes you say that?

What, is it supposed to be funny?

Look, this place ain't safe.

Yeah, this place is fucking insecure.

We're getting out of here. You should come with us.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Piss off this fucking turd. We're leaving.

Don't take another step, White.

Fuck you, mania. It's your fucking fault we're in all this trouble.

What's this girl's problem?

What the fuck?

fucking problem.

I got a trigger -happy mad woman almost getting me fucking shot.

What the fuck you talking about?

Your little shooting spree back at the store earlier, remember?

Ah, fuck them. They set up the alarm. They deserve what they got.

You almost shot me, asshole!

Look, if I would've known what kind of crazy fucking girl you are, I would've

never agreed to work with you.

You gonna bark all day, little doggie?

Or you gonna bite?

Excuse me, what did you say? I couldn't quite hear you. Would you repeat

yourself? Are you going to bark all day, little doggie?

I'm going to bite.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Come on, you guys.

What is this, a fucking playground?

Am I the only fucking professional here?

You guys are acting like a bunch of fucking niggers.

You work with niggers?

Always saying they're going to fucking kill each other just like you two.

You said, oh, you thought about taking her out yourself.

You fucking said that?

Yeah, I did, okay?

But that was then, and this is fucking now. And you're too fucking crazy to be

working with her. cops.

What, you're choosing sides now, huh?

Fuck sides.

What we need now is a little solidarity.

Somebody's sticking a hot poker up our ass. I want to know whose name's on the

fucking handle.

I know I'm cool.

I'm pretty sure you're okay.

And I know there's fucking psychos on the level.

We need to work together.

Find out who's fucking us over.

But you're a big Lee Marvin fan, aren't you?

Me too. I love that guy.

My heart's racing so fast I'm about to have a heart attack here. Yeah?

I got something outside I think you guys might want to see. A big surprise.

I'm sure you'll like it. Follow me.

Follow you?

Where?

To my car.

What, you forget your french fries and go with your soda?

No, I had them already.

I got something outside I think you might want to see. Big surprise. I'm

you'll like it. Come on.

We still got to get out of here.

No, we're going to stick around. We're going to wait.

For what, the cops?

No, nice girl Eddie.

How do you know she's not on a plane halfway to Costa Rica?

Because I spoke to her on the phone and she said she's on her way down here.

Wait, you fucking talked to nice girl Eddie and you didn't fucking tell

Yeah, you never asked me.

Well, hardy fucking hard.

What'd she say?

She said, stay put. So in the meantime, let me show you guys something.

Jesus Christ.

Maybe our boy in blue hair can answer some of these questions about that rap

business you've been talking about.

You're a fine piece of work, my friend. Let's get him out.

Hey, will you relax?

I know you a long time. I'm not worried.

I know you'll pay me back.

Don't tell me what I already know. Don't embarrass me.

So you had a few bad months.

You do whatever the hell it does. I don't care if you're J .P. Morgan or

Irving the Tailor. You write it out.

Vic Maynard's here.

Hold on. Who?

Vic Maynard's here.

Oh, tell her to come on in.

Go ahead. I gotta go. A friend of mine's outside.

Keep your chin up.

Don't worry.

All right.

Welcome home.

Joe.

How does freedom feel?

It's a change.

Ain't that the sad fucking truth. Sit down, make yourself at home. Thanks.

Want a little drink?

How about a little Remy Martin? Sure.

Who's your parole officer?

Seymour Scagnetti.

How is he?

He's a real fucking asshole.

He won't even let me leave the halfway house.

You know, it never ceases to amaze me.

Fucking Jungle Bunny sits a woman's throat for 25 cents and gets Doris Day

parole officer.

Good girl like you winds up with a ball -busting prick.

I just want to let you know I appreciate everything you sent to me on the

inside. What was I supposed to do, forget about you?

I meant a lot, thanks.

Hey, it's the least I could do.

Wish I could have done a hell of a lot more.

Thanks a lot, Joe.

Ah, dick.

Toothpick dick.

So tell me your story, kid.

What are your plans?

Son of a bitch.

I see you sitting here, but I don't believe it. Hey, Eddie.

How you doing, toothpick?

Listen, I should have picked you up while I was... It was a bit a little

this week.

I had my head up my ass the whole time.

It's funny you should say that, Eddie.

That's what me and your daddy were just talking about.

That I should have picked you up?

No, that you had your head up your ass.

I walk in here, and he's like, Vic, Vic, I'm so happy someone's here that knows

what's going on. My daughter, Eddie, is a real fuckhead.

She's ruining the business. I mean, I love the girl and everything, but, you

know, she's pushing you down the toilet. I mean, that's what you said, right?

Joe, tell her.

Well, Eddie ain't free to hear it like this, but Dick comes in, he asks me how

the business is.

You don't lie to a girl that's just done four years in a slammer.

Very true.

All right, all right, you guys.

Settle it down. Get up.

You want to roll around and you do it in Eddie's office, not mine.

You see that, Daddy?

See what?

Shh. Go grab me on the ground. She tried to fuck me. You wish.

You sick bastard, Vic.

You tried to fuck me in my father's office.

Listen, whatever you want to do in your own home, go to it.

But don't try and fuck me.

I don't think you like that.

I like you and everything, buddy, but I don't think of you like that.

Listen, if I was a bulldog, I wouldn't even fuck you.

Four years of letting dykes lick your cunt, you'd think you'd appreciate a

of prime rib when you see it.

I might break you in, nice girl, but I make you my dog, bitch.

Ain't that a sad sight, daddy?

A girl walks into prison, a white girl comes out talking like a fucking nigger.

You know what? I think it's all that black cunt juice being pumped in your

backed up in your brain and coming out your mouth.

You keep talking like a bitch, Eddie, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.

All right, cut it out. Settle down.

Sit down.

Damn it.

Well, when you come in, we were talking some serious business.

Vicar has a parole problem.

Who's your P .O.? Seymour Scagnetti.

Ah, Scagnetti. Fuck.

I hear he's a real motherfucker.

Well, he's a fucker. Won't even let me leave the halfway house until I get some

shitty job.

You're coming back to work for us, right?

Well, I wanna.

But first I gotta prove to assheads that I can get a job -job type job.

I can't come back to working for you guys if I gotta worry about making some

o 'clock curfew.

All right.

We can work this out, can't we, Eddie?

This ain't bad. We got a lot of legitimate jobs.

I'll take you down to Long Beach and get you work as a dock worker.

I don't wanna lift no fucking crates, Eddie.

Vic, you ain't gonna lift shit. You don't even work there. As far as the

are concerned, you do.

I'll talk to Matthews, the foreman, tell him he's got a new girl.

Boom, you're on the rotation.

You get a time card.

You get clocked in and out every day.

At the end of the week, you get a nice paycheck.

Stock workers do very well.

So you move into a halfway decent place without this scagnetti fuck asking,

where the fuck is this money coming from?

You make the surprise visit. That's the day we sent you off to Tustin to pick up

a load of shit and come back.

If it comes back again, sorry, Seymour.

We had to send her to Taft Airship five fucking hours away to go and pick up a

load of shit to bring back here.

Listen, Vic, part of your job is going to different places.

See, Vic? Did I tell you not to worry?

Yeah, Vic was worried.

Tomorrow I'll take you down to Long Beach, set you up with Matthews, and

tell him what's what. I really appreciate everything you guys are

like to come back and do some real work for you guys.

Well, it's hard to say.

Kind of a strange time right now.

Things are kind of... Things are fucked up is what they are.

Listen.

We got an important meeting in Vegas.

Look, let Eddie get you set up in Long Beach.

Get you a job, give you some cash, get this Gagnetti fuck off your back.

Then we'll talk to you. All right, huh?

Dad, I got an idea.

Now, just hear me out. I know you don't like the girls in these jobs.

But Vic here has been nothing but a good luck charm for us.

She's a fucking rabbit's foot for crying out loud.

I want her in.

We know she can handle herself, and we're damn sure we can trust her.

Vic, how would you feel about pulling a job with about five other girls?

I'd feel really great about it.

All right, let's go to lunch and talk about old times.

Eddie has a meeting.

Hello, Mr. Green.

How you doing? You want this job?

You know what you gotta do?

Yeah.

I know what I gotta do.

Just like that.

Get nice and wet.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Yeah, I do.

You want it? Yeah, I want it.

I want you to come. I want you to come. I want you to come to my face.

I want you to come to my face.

I want you to come to my face. Are you going to give it to me?

You weren't there.

We were, and there was cops there waiting for us. It was a fucking setup.

Okay, Ms. Fucking Detective, you're so fucking smart, huh? Who did it? That's

what we've been asking each other.

Yeah? What'd you come up with? You think I fucking set you up?

I don't know.

You fucking assholes turned a fucking jewelry store into a fucking... Don't

me an asshole! You fucking idiot turned a jewelry store into a fucking... You're

not a private cop! You're an idiot!

And you wonder why the cops show up!

Where's Joseph?

talk to Doug. He said Daddy's coming down here and he's pissed.

I knew he was gonna be pissed. I knew it. What did Joe say?

I told you I ain't talk to him. All I know is he's fucking pissed.

What are we gonna do about her?

Jesus Christ.

I have a few questions of my own here. Give me a chance to breathe.

You ain't dying. She is. Okay, Miss fucking Compassion, I'll call somebody.

Who? A fucking snake charmer. Who do you think? I'll call a doctor.

You'll fucking fix him right up.

Now, what happened to Brown and Blue?

Brown's dead.

Brown's dead, are you sure?

I'm sure.

What happened to Blue?

She's either alive, or she's dead, or the cops got her, or they don't.

Tick, this is the bastard you told me about?

Why are you beating him?

Because he can tell us to -

fucking favor. I got him. I got him. I stashed him. Just to make sure this

wasn't a fucking police station.

Good for you.

Now, let's go get him.

Blonde, you stay here with these two and babysit.

Pink and white, you come in with me. We gotta move these cars from up front

because it looks like Sam's hot car lot out there.

I'll follow you two. You ditch the cars.

While I'm following you, I'll set up a doctor for our friend over here.

We can't leave him here with her. Why not?

You see what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here, I told

these girls about staying put, why I whips out her gun, she's sticking in my

face, calling me a motherfucker, saying she's gonna blow me away, and blah,

blah, blah, blah, blah.

You know what she was doing? This is what she was doing. Bam, bam, bam!

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told them not to touch the fucking alarm,

did. If they didn't do what I told them not to do, they'd still be alive.

My hero.

Thank you. So that's your excuse for going on a kill -crazy rampage?

I don't like alarms, White.

What's it matter who stays with the cop?

We ain't letting him go. He's already seen us all.

I'm the locust. I swear.

Shut the fuck up!

You shouldn't have let him out of the fucking goddamn trunk in the first

We're trying to see who set us up.

Joe's going to be just as pissed at me as he is at you. Now let's go.

K. Billy's Super Sounds of the 70s continues.

And if you're the 12th caller, you'll win two tickets to the monster truck

extravaganza being held tonight at the Carson Fairgrounds.

Featuring Big Daddy Don Bodine's truck, The Bohemoth.

The 12th Caller wins on the station where the 70s survived.

Guess what?

I think I'm parked in the right zone.

Now, where were we?

I told you I don't know anything about no fucking setup.

I've been only on the force for eight months. They don't tell me anything.

They don't tell me shit. You can torture me all you want.

Torture you?

That's a good idea. I like that one. Yeah, torture.

Even your boss said there wasn't no setup.

My what?

Your boss Excuse me, pal.

I want to make one thing clear. I don't have a boss.

Nobody tells you what to do You understand?

You hear what I say, you son of a bitch?

Alright, alright. Look at this shit.

Get the fuck out of here. You don't got no boss.

Look, kid.

I'm not gonna bullshit you, okay?

I don't care what you know or don't know.

But I'm going to torture you, regardless.

Not to get information from you, but because I find it amusing to torture a

You can say all you want, because I heard it all before.

All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.

You ever listen to K. Billy's Super Sounds of the 70s?

It's my personal favorite.

Joe Egan and Jerry Rafferty were a duo known as Steelers Veal when they

this Dell and S. Pop bubblegum favorite from April of 1974 that reached up to

number five.

as k billy's super sounds in the 70s continues

well

i don't know what is going on here i got a feeling that it just ain't clear

I'm afraid I might not make it to the door Better call in case I'm on the

Is that as good for you as it was for me?

Hey! Hey, can you hear me? What's going on in there?

What is this shit?

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right back.

Are you finished?

Are you through?

Have some fire, Gary Crow.

Hey. Shit.

Hey, you. What's your name?

Marvin. Marvin what?

Marvin Nash.

Listen to me, Marvin. I'm a cop.

I know.

You do?

Yeah.

Your name is Francine something.

Night night.

Francine Nundyke.

Frankie Fischetti introduced us about five months ago.

I don't remember that at all.

I do.

Francine.

Francine.

Francine.

How do I look?

I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.

Then fuck.

Just say fuck.

Bastard. Marvin, I need you to hold on.

The cops are waiting to move in a block away.

What the fuck are they waiting for?

She slices up my face.

She cuts my hair off.

I'm fucking divorced.

not to make a move until Joe Cabot arrives.

I was setting to get him, all right?

You heard me.

He said he's on his way.

Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin.

We're just gonna sit here bleeding until Joe Cabot walks his fucking head

through that door.

Francine, right?

Yeah, who are you?

I'm Marvin Nash.

Frankie Vichetti introduced us at the briefing party last week. Oh, yeah.

How you doing?

Pretty good. How you doing?

Good.

I noticed you've been in the gym a lot lately.

Well, I've been training.

Training? Training for what?

I'm going undercover soon.

You're going undercover?

Really? Mm -hmm.

Really?

Yes. Well, uh, I got a crazy idea. We say, uh, we say, um,

let me take you out to a drink to celebrate.

Listen, dude, I'm so not interested.

I'm really busy with my job, and I just, no, I don't want to worry about it.

Come on, you haven't even given me a chance yet. No, no.

Sorry.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

They said you were a hot ass.

But look, I'll be, uh... If you change your mind... Maybe...

I'll be off the track.

All right?

Hey.

Why don't we just cut to the chase?

You're all the bullshit, okay? So, do you like to fuck?

Oh, yeah.

Okay. Well, yeah, I'm serious.

I have about 20 minutes.

So, if you're interested, go.

What do you mean?

You mean here, like in the gym? Yeah, it has to be somewhere in 20 minutes. So,

it's a yes or no answer.

You want to have sex with me in the gym?

Are you interested?

I mean, yeah.

Alright then.

There's one girl here.

There's one fucking girl here that gets me every time, and I don't know what it

is. It's either she's a fucking tit, the ass.

There's got to be a fucking cunt in there that's worth licking, or those

feet. I don't know yet.

Wait. Wait, wait. No, that's her. That's her. Actually, that's my fucking girl.

I was hoping you'd pick her.

Blondie, I told you you got some good fucking taste.

Come here, whore.

Actually, you want to see what I said?

I was hoping. Good fucking hell. That's what I would say.

Fucking whore doesn't mind. She's a fucking stripper anyway.

Hey, baby, you want to shake that for me?

Mm -hmm.

You want

to see her dance for you, too? Yeah, I do.

There might be some money involved in it, honey, if you can fucking dance for

us.

Thanks, my girl. Happy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

I like the smile.

And you brought it to my service?

Yeah, right.

Oh, she'll service you all right.

Okay.

I'm trying to get into my fucking club.

Kind of an anything goes type of club.

I'm getting there.

Especially when you pay enough fucking money.

Good on it.

What?

You've played with me before. Oh, no.

Thank you.

Hold your nice feet, Sue.

Okay.

I don't care if we tear the plate apart.

Thank you.

There he is.

You come first.

Give us that pussy juice.

Give us that fucking pussy juice.

Give me your foot.

You girls like to tell jokes.

Giggle and kid around.

Giggle like a bunch of young broads in a schoolyard.

Let me tell you a joke.

Five girls sitting around a bullpen in prison.

Trying to figure out how the fuck they got there.

What did we do wrong? What didn't we do? What should we have done?

It's his fault, her fault, my fault.

All that bullshit.

Finally someone comes up with the idea.

Wait a minute.

While we were planning this caper, all we did is sit around and tell fucking

jokes.

Got the message?

Fellas, I don't mean to holler at you.

When this caper's over, and I'm sure it's going to be a successful one, hell,

we'll get down to Hawaii. I'll roar and laugh with all of you.

You'll find me a different character down there.

Right now, it's a matter of business.

Now, with the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know,

We're going to be using aliases on this job.

Under no circumstances are you to refer to each other by your Christian names.

And I don't want you to talk about yourself personally.

That includes where you've been, who your husband is, where you might have

time, or some bank you robbed in St. Petersburg.

All I want you to talk about, if you're going to, is what you're going to do.

All right, that should do it.

Here are the names.

Miss Blonde, Miss Brown, Miss White, Miss Orange, Miss Blue, Miss Pink.

Why am I Miss Pink?

Because you're a faggot, all right?

Why can't we pick our own colors?

No way, no way.

Try it once, it doesn't work.

You got four girls fighting over who's going to be Miss Black.

But they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down.

No way, I pick.

You're Miss Pink.

Be thankful you're not Miss Yellow.

Yeah, but Miss Brown, that's a little too close to Miss Shit.

Miss Pink sounds like Miss Pussy.

How about I be Miss Purple?

That sounds good to me.

I'll be Miss Purple.

You're not Miss Purple.

Some girl in some other job is Miss Purple. You're Miss Pink.

Who cares what your name is?

Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're Miss White. You have a cool -sounding

name.

All right, if it's no big deal being Miss Pink.

Want to trade?

Hey, nobody's trading with anybody.

This ain't a goddamn fucking city council meeting.

Now, listen up, Miss Pink.

There are two ways you can go on this job, my way or the highway.

Now, what's it gonna be, Miss Pink?

Jesus Christ.

Forget about it. It's beneath me.

I'm Miss Pink. Let's move on.

We'll move on when I feel like it.

You girls got the goddamn message?

Christ, I get so mad hot on you girls, I can hardly talk.

Let's go to work

What

the

fuck happened

She slashed his face, was going to cut off his ear and burn him alive.

What? I didn't hear you.

I said blonde went crazy.

She slashed the cop's face, cut his ear off, and was going to burn him alive.

This cop?

Showing crazy or something?

Worse or better?

Eddie, she was pulling a burn.

She was going to kill me in the cop.

And when you guys came in, he was gonna blow you all to hell and make off with

his fucking diamonds.

See, what did I tell you? Piece of shit's a stone -cold psycho.

You could have asked him if you didn't just kill the cop.

She was talking about what he was gonna do when she was slicing him up.

I don't buy it. It doesn't make any sense.

Makes perfect fucking sense to me.

You weren't there during the job, Eddie. You didn't see how she acted. We did.

So let me just say this out loud so I can get it straight in my head.

You're telling me that...

Miss Blonde was going to kill you. Then when we got back, she was going to kill

us.

Take the sets of diamonds and scram. I'm right about that. That's your story.

That's correct, right?

I swear on my mother's eternal soul, that's what happens.

That woman you just killed just got out of prison.

She got caught in a company warehouse full of hot items.

She could have walked. All she had to do was say my dad's name, but she didn't.

She kept her mouth shut.

She did her time, and she did it like a lady.

She did four years for us.

So, Miss Orange, you're telling me that this woman who did four years for my

father, who in four years never made a deal no matter what they dangled in

of her face, you're telling me now that this woman is free, she's just going to

decide out of the fucking blue to rip us off?

Why don't you tell me what really happened?

What the hell for?

Just be my bullshit.

This woman set us up.

Dad, I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening.

It's all right, Eddie. I do.

What the fuck are you talking about?

That lump of shit's working with the LAPD.

Joe, I don't have the fucking slightest idea what you're talking about.

Joe, Joe.

Look, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.

Like hell I am.

Joe, you've made a mistake.

She's a good fucking kid. Now look, I understand.

You're hot.

You're super fucking pissed.

We're all real fucking emotional.

But you're barking up the wrong tree.

I know this girl and she wouldn't do that.

You don't know jack shit. I do.

This cocksucker tipped out the cops and had Miss Brown and Miss Blue killed.

How do you know that?

She was the only one I wasn't 100 % on.

She had my fucking head examined going ahead when I wasn't 100%.

And that's your proof?

You don't need proof when you got instinct.

I ignored it before, but no more.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Joe, you're making a big fucking mistake.

And I'm not going to let you make it again.

Come on, you guys. Nobody wants this. Come on, let's act like fucking

professionals. All right, it's been quite a long time.

A lot of jobs.

There's no need for this, man.

Let's just put the guns down and settle this with a fucking conversation.

You shoot that girl, you die next.

I repeat, you shoot that girl, you die next.

Laura, we've been friends.

I respect you, and you respect my dad, but I will put a fucking bullet through

your fucking heart if you don't put that gun down.

Goddamn, you just don't make me do this.

Laura, stop pointing the -