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(jazzy music)
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(muffled screaming)
- [Z] Yeah.
I like that.
(pleasure groans)
(surf rock music)
(Robert gasps)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- What is it?
- It's fine.
I just...
Just go back to sleep.
(dramatic music)
What are you doing?
Why aren't you back asleep?
- How long are you gonna do this?
- Do what?
- You don't think I hear you get up every night?
You're gonna have to deal with this at some point.
This isn't healthy.
- It's fine, honey.
It's just work stuff.
- Well maybe you need a vacation.
- Baby you just don't understand.
- Okay, so help me understand.
- Look, there aren't any vacations.
There's no breaks.
Someone goes missing?
One goddamn day is everything.
- Okay.
Okay look, well, you haven't been yourself lately.
I miss you.
- Shit, I'm gonna take a goddamn shower.
(jazzy sax music)
- Thanks Gimp.
- Another day another dollar.
- You said it, man.
- Well I've been thinking.
Maybe we should.
Change up our game, you know?
Maybe get a new scheme.
- I don't know.
Things seem to be working just fine, man.
You know what they say.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
- Right, right.
I'm just saying maybe things
could be working better, that's all.
- [M] How so?
- Well.
The way it works right now, people come into the shop.
And if they're worth taking advantage of.
We take advantage.
- That's been working just fine.
- Yeah, but.
I'm just saying, what if there was another way to do it?
Maybe get more people in.
What if we lured people in?
- Z, you're not thinking straight.
We do not need to attract any more
attention to our operation, all right?
The way it works is great.
These people coming in?
Nobody even knows they're here.
We're the last people anybody would suspect.
We're like an afterthought.
- Yeah, but.
What if maybe we, I don't know, had a way
where we could find people out in the open
and then lure them into the shop.
That'd be something.
- Well you're the security guard.
Why don't you go bust somebody and bring them
downtown for interrogating or something?
- Well.
That might be a little too loud.
Yeah.
Maybe you're right.
- Hey.
Couple more thousand, we got enough
to leave this shithole town.
Move up to Canada, start our new life together.
- Hell yeah.
- [M] We're so close I can taste it.
- I hear that.
Speaking of, that means I gotta get to my shithole job.
(jazzy music)
- [M] Whoa!
Nice outfit!
- Oh, it's for work.
I just got off.
- Oh yeah, you must work at that Slim's place.
- You got it, Mister.
- So late hours huh?
- Yeah, it's a 24 hour joint and our dance contest
was last night, so my shift ran kinda late.
Oh, and this couple got so angry
that they lost, they stole the trophy.
Some nerve.
- Bunch of savages in this town.
Anyway, what can I do for you?
- I have this leather briefcase I wanna sell.
It's my fella's birthday on Saturday
and I wanna get him something special.
- I already have one as you can see.
So I can't do much on it, but let's take a look.
Is it yours?
- [Marilyn] Of course it's mine.
Silly goose.
- What is the combination?
- Oh, it's six.
And six.
And a six.
- Classic move.
Well I can do 25 on the case.
- 25 is kinda low, sweetie.
It's a really really nice case.
Any possibility of $50?
- Tell you what.
I can do 35 on the case, but you let me take
this here leaf blower, and we'll do that Marilyn Monroe
movie pull down the skirt blow up the thing.
Ooh, and I get to record it.
- Well Mister.
I think we have a deal.
- Yes!
Oh yeah!
(sultry sax music)
Hell yeah.
That was awesome, girl.
- [Marilyn] Why thank you.
- Anyway, here's the paperwork.
Go ahead and fill it out.
I need to step away for a sec and get your cash.
- Okay.
- Oh.
There is one thing that I forgot to mention.
(loud ringing)
Hey Z.
We got us a fox in the hen house.
What's your favorite Marilyn movie, Z?
- [Z] Oh, it's gotta be Some Like It Hot.
- [M] Well you know I do.
(M chuckles)
- What do you think?
You think she's a natural blonde?
- Nah, not a chance.
It's a fucking wig.
- Oh goddammit.
- Hey!
Hey!
Wake up bitch!
(Marilyn whimpering)
Quit your whining!
Quit your fucking whining or we'll
give you something to cry about!
(Marilyn sobbing)
I warned you.
Z, do your thing.
(upbeat doo-wop melody)
(muffled screams)
- Can you hear me now bitch?
- I told you to quit your whining, bitch!
You wanna fuck this broad or what, Z?
Me neither.
No sense delaying the inevitable!
Fucking bitch!
- That's fucking gross, man.
- Nah, it's good, man.
Plus it's all the rage in Holland.
- So what'd we get off ol' Marilyn?
- Pretty nice case.
I think we can make a few bucks off of that.
- Did you check her purse?
- Yeah, yeah, a couple hundred dollars.
Some toiletries.
It was mostly ones and fives though
seeing how she's a waitress and all.
- That's not too bad.
Once you finish eating this shit, I'll help you chop her up.
Then I gotta go to work.
- That sounds good.
(rock music)
- Shit.
All right, man.
I think that's it for me.
You finish up.
I'm gonna take a shower and then
go back to work, all right?
- All right.
See you tonight.
- Yeah, I'll see ya.
(eerie piano music)
- Hey man.
- Oh hey, man.
Hey, how'd it go?
- I finished bagging up Marilyn.
Put the bags by the dumpster.
- You put them by the dumpster?
Or you put them in the dumpster?
- Right in front.
- Are you fucking stupid, man?
What if the garbage man doesn't pick them up?
- Well he'll have to.
They're right in front of the dumpster.
- All right.
I just hope fucking rats don't get in there.
- Tomorrow's trash day.
Don't worry about it.
- I don't think you realize the seriousness of all this.
I'm saying, you know, it's shit like this
that might get us some trouble.
Now I'm not trying to yell at you.
I'm just trying to say we need to be
more careful about this kind of shit.
- Understood.
I'll check it in the morning.
Right now I'm tired and I wanna go hit the hay.
- All right, goodnight.
- [M] Night.
(rhythmic drumming)
(jazzy bass music)
- Ah, garbage bag.
(Kane chuckles)
(tense music)
- Hey you bum!
What are you doing?
- The name's Kane.
And what business is it of yours?
- This is my business 'cause this is my property.
Get the fuck out of here!
- Look, I don't want no trouble.
- Goddamn bums like you!
You're a terrible drain on society.
You ain't got no money 'cause you don't work.
All you do is roam from place to place
with not a care in the world.
You don't contribute shit!
- Contributing?
I contributed four years over in the fucking
jungle with snipers shooting at me,
little gooks jumping up out of the ground.
Come back, people were spitting on me.
Because they call you baby killers and all that shit.
Got agent orange, PTSD, and a whole bunch of bad luck,
and you're bothering me about going through the trash.
Don't you have any respect for a vet?
- Get the fuck out of here!
Get out of here!
- [Kane] No respect.
- Fucking bums!
(garbage truck beeping)
(exotic guitar music)
(speaking foreign language)
- What?
(speaking foreign language)
- The fuck country you think this is?
Speak English, Pedro!
(speaking foreign language)
- Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of here!
Damn spics is what's wrong with this fucking country.
(Chinese ambient music)
- Well what can I do for you?
- My name Kiko.
What you can do for me is give me money for these VHSes.
- Well Kiko, as you can see I've got
plenty of VHSes already, but.
Best I can do is maybe five bucks for the whole box.
- Damn, that's it?
- [M] Yeah, sorry.
- Maybe I can do something more for you for money.
- Like what, Kiko?
- Well I work at the nail salon down the road.
I could give you a...
Foot massage.
$50, no tickle.
- What if I like the tickle?
(Kiko and M laugh)
That actually sounds really good.
Let me lock the door.
All right Kiko, let's go.
- Money first.
- Kiko, you can trust me.
I own a pawn shop.
- I trust nobody.
- Fine.
That enough?
All right, let's go.
- Okay honey, let me see those tootsies.
(Chinese ambient music)
- Oh god.
Oh damn, girl.
- You want tickle?
- I do like the tickle.
But that just feels so fucking good.
Oh fuck.
Oh shit, is that your knuckle?
Oh shit, oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Oh god.
Hey Kiko.
- Hmm?
- Come here, I wanna tell you something.
You're so good.
(dramatic sting)
(eerie music)
Hey Z.
There's a wonton in my soup.
So what do you wanna do with this one?
- I don't know.
Did you check her wallet?
- Yeah, she didn't have any money,
but she had some jewelry I think
we can make a couple bucks off of.
- Well I don't want her.
Do you want her?
- Nah, I had my fun.
She gave me a foot massage.
- Foot massage?
Dang, that sounds pretty good.
I haven't had a foot massage in a long time.
- It was, brother.
Oh my god, she had this incredible technique-
- Listen man, you don't want her.
And I don't want her.
Gimp.
(Gimp grunts)
You want anything from this Yoko Ono looking bitch?
(Gimp grunts disapprovingly)
All right.
Well then I guess you know what time it is.
(dramatic sting)
Well.
I guess you know what to do now.
- You mean you're just gonna
leave me to take care of all this?
- Well yeah, I gotta get back to work.
I can't be the only bread winner in this relationship.
- Look at the big balls on you.
Does my establishment not afford us
the comfortable lifestyle that we've been living?
- Look, that's not what I'm saying at all, man.
I'm just saying that my money
is more secure while yours is more.
Sporadic.
- You know what?
I will clean this up on my own.
Just get out of my face.
- Don't be like that.
Come on.
(chill hop music)
- [M] Hey man.
- [Z] Hey.
- [M] What you doing?
- [Z] Just walking the gimp.
- [M] I can see that.
- Somebody's gotta do it.
Come on.
- The fuck's that supposed to mean, Z?
- I'm just stating the obvious, that's all.
- Look, I had a hard day.
All I wanna do is relax and watch some TV.
- [Z] All right.
Well I've had a hard day too.
This asshole keeps shitting in the yard.
- Goddamn, Gimp.
- You know what I was thinking, man?
I got a few vacation days.
Maybe I take off work.
Help you at the shop a little bit.
- See man, that's all I'm asking for.
A little human compassion.
That would be so nice, man.
- And tell you what.
Those couple days, it's gonna be just like the old days.
You and me, hanging out, getting shit done.
- [M] Sounds like a plan, brother.
- You know what I've been thinking about though?
- [M] Hmm?
- Earlier you were talking about that foot massage.
- [M] Mmmm.
- Sounded pretty goddamn good.
What you say you come over here.
See if these dogs still bark.
- I'm even gonna do that knuckle thing like she did.
- I got no problem with that.
All right.
She did teach you a thing or two.
- Mmmhm.
- I got the stuff.
- Fuck yeah, I was finding hard.
- It's good too.
I had a little taste on the way over.
(Ben and Beth laugh)
(bass heavy rock music)
- Damn, that shit was so good.
How much did you get?
- Oh that was it.
We gotta hold out 'til tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?
That was barely anything.
- Well what did you expect for 10 bucks?
- Wait, you had $15.
- I got a cheeseburger while I was out.
- What the fuck, Ben?
Thanks for thinking about me.
Maybe I was hungry too.
- You're never hungry anymore, Beth.
Besides, there's still some cookies left.
- Unbelievable!
Fuck, man.
Wait.
I have an idea.
Grab those cookies.
- How you folks doing?
- Hi, I'm Ben.
This is my wife Beth.
We represent the Church of Christ
and we're selling cookies as a donation to raise funds
to do a full restoration of our church.
Would you guys be interested in donating?
- Can I try one of those cookies first?
- We really need the donation first, sir.
- Well I never buy anything without a test drive.
- All right, just one.
- That's a tasty cookie.
(Ben and Beth chuckles)
Get these fine folks a couple dollars out of the register.
You make those cookies yourself, darling?
- No sir, I don't bake that good.
- You don't?
- Mmm-mmm.
- Well tell me more about this church.
- Well the church.
(dramatic sting)
- What the fuck?
- You asshole!
What are you doing?
- What the fuck are you doing?
It's about to get real old fashioned up in this bitch.
(dramatic sting)
(tense music)
This shit's so fucking tight.
Yeah.
Oh god.
Fucking tight.
(pleasure groans)
Hey.
Want a piece of this?
- [M] You know what?
Fuck yeah I do.
Let me in there.
(pleasure groans)
Yeah.
Shit's so fucking tight.
(Gimp muffled alerts)
- [Z] She's getting away, man!
- [M] Well go get her!
(eerie music)
(dramatic sting)
- Goddamn, that was a gusher.
- [M] Yeah it was.
Let's clean this up.
I wanna get back to the boy.
(heavy breathing)
- Man, this is the part of the job I hate.
- You said it, brother.
But we gotta do it.
- Getting kinda hungry, man.
What do you think we should have for dinner?
- I don't know, what about...
How about chili dogs and beans?
- Yeah, that sounds pretty good.
Chili dogs and beans.
Hey Gimp!
(Gimp grunts)
What do you think about chili dogs for dinner?
(Gimp grunts in agreement)
Chili dogs it is.
- Yeah man.
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
- That gimp sure does make a mean chili dog.
- Hell yeah he does.
Real good.
Hey Gimp!
Fetch Z and me a beer.
Man, today was all kinds of fucked up.
- Certainly one of the single
weirdest situations we've had yet.
- Yeah.
Remember when I grabbed that chick and that doll came out?
That's when I knew shit was going wrong.
Man.
You know, I feel like we maybe did those two a favor.
Putting them out of their misery.
- I agree.
Problem is Z, them methheads didn't have any money.
That whole clusterfuck was nothing
but a waste of time and energy.
- Yeah, the part that pisses me off the most?
Those fucking cookies, man.
Those were some good ass cookies.
But they weren't worth dying over.
You know what I'm saying?
I guess you win some you lose some, right?
- Those were some good fucking cookies.
- Yeah.
How you doing over there?
- [M] Done.
- All right.
Hey Gimp!
We're about done over here.
- [Gimp] (muffled) All right.
- You wanna go watch some TV?
See if the game's on?
- You know I don't fucking like sports, man.
Athletes a bunch of overpaid assholes.
- Yeah, but you know I loves a man in uniform.
- Why do you think I keep mine on all the time?
- Mmmhm.
- Hey Gimp!
It's getting kinda fucking messy around here.
Maybe tomorrow you can clean things up.
Give a nice little spit shine.
- (muffled) All right.
- What time did her shift end?
- It's a day shift, so she ended up leaving about 3 PM.
- Did she have any enemies?
Anybody from work that didn't like her?
- Oh no.
That girl was as sweet as apple pie.
- And what about ex-boyfriends?
- No, not that I know of.
- What about you two?
Any relations?
- Oh no.
I'm an Audrey.
- A what?
- An Audrey.
Guys usually fall into two different categories.
You're either an Audrey Hepburn or you're a Marilyn Monroe.
I'm an Audrey.
Always have been.
- I was always more of a Liz Taylor myself.
Did she say she was meeting anyone after work?
- No, but she did mention going to a pawn shop.
Tips were pretty slow that day.
- Do you know what pawn shop?
- Yeah, I think I do.
- Goddamn man, is it always this slow?
- Sometimes.
- Well what do you do to occupy your time?
- Well I read, I clean up.
Inventory stuff.
In fact I got some stuff I gotta
catalog now if you wanna help.
- Sure.
- All right.
All right, this is alarm clock.
- Alarm clock.
- [M] Radio.
- Ra-di-o.
- [M] And.
Video game.
- Is everything here for sale?
- Oh yeah, everything.
Well not quite everything.
- You're hilarious.
(M chuckles)
Goddamn.
Where did we get this from?
- Oh my god.
Some weird methhead came in and did that.
My gosh, unbelievable.
- Pretty sure it's stolen. - Does it work?
- Yeah?
You tried it and it works?
- [M] It works.
- Yeah?
You read any of these books?
- [M] I got my own private stash right here.
I told you I read every once in a while.
- Wait a second, what the hell's this?
- [M] That's my own private Z, leave that alone.
- All right.
- [M] Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Gotta have secrets.
(acoustic rock music)
- [Z] Hey man, you seen a drill around here?
- Yeah, I sold that last week.
- That was my drill, asshole.
- Well excuse me!
(store door opens)
What can we do you for?
You looking for something?
- Someone actually.
I'm Detective Pine.
I'm looking for a girl that may
have been in here last Thursday.
- Well we do get a lot of women
in here on account of my good looks.
- This is her right here.
- Look at that.
It looks like Mamie Van Doren.
- She's Marilyn Monroe.
She works at Jack Rabbit Slim's.
The place with all the characters from the '50s.
- Oh they make a mean milkshake.
- Look, we'd remember seeing somebody like that.
Yeah, I ain't seen her.
Have you seen her?
- Nah, we ain't seen her.
- [Z] Yeah, we ain't seen her.
- Well if you do happen to see her.
Please give me a call.
- [Z] Will do.
- Can I keep that picture?
I mean we'll call you if we see her.
- Thanks.
Appreciate your help.
- What's the matter with you?
You trying to get us arrested?
- Relax.
He doesn't suspect a thing.
- You think this is a fucking game?
- Does it look like anybody's having fun around here?
I'm gonna sweep the parking lot.
(store door closes)
- Fucking dipshit.
- Hey detective!
- Yeah?
- Hey, I wanted to talk to you
about the girl in the picture.
I think I know where she is.
- Well where the hell is she, man?
- Look, I can't talk about it out here.
Can you come by the shop tomorrow?
Before we open?
- What's this all about?
- Look, I can't talk about it.
I gotta get back in there.
Come by the shop tomorrow.
We'll talk tomorrow.
- That was fast.
- It's fucking leaves, man.
Whole damn place is full of them.
I'm gonna come in early tomorrow and use that leaf blower.
Blow off the whole damn lot.
- I like it.
Showing initiative.
- Hey, we're trying to run a fucking business right?
- Damn right.
But bring the gimp with you.
Help you clean up that shit.
- He's good at cleaning up shit.
(jazzy music)
- Hey Lucas.
- Hey, what's going on Rob?
How you been?
- Good good good.
- What are you up to?
- Just buying lunch here.
- This place any good?
- It's not bad.
Not bad.
- You have got to try that Hawaiian place.
On Fairfax.
Awesome.
- Yeah, I'll check it out.
So what do they got you doing now?
- Running night patrols on the north side.
It's fucking brutal.
How about you?
- MPs.
- Oh yeah, I forgot about that!
Detective.
Congratulations.
How's it going?
- Nonstop, man.
Say, speaking of, have you ever been down
to that pawn shop down the street?
- I've been by it.
Why?
- I don't know, I was just down there
following up on a lead and something was off.
- I can swing by and take a look.
Hell, if anything, I'll pawn my badge right?
(Lucas chuckles)
Listen man.
It's been good.
- Good seeing you.
- All right man, I gotta take a shit.
- That is way more information than I needed.
You go on ahead though.
Ooh.
That's a good book right there.
(shop door opens)
- Hey, what can I do you for, man?
- What up, man?
So I got this guitar that I would like to sell.
- You wanna pawn it or you wanna sell it?
- I'm really trying to sell it, man.
I could really use the money.
- Let me take a look at it.
Do 50 bucks.
- 50 Bucks, man?
Do you know what this is?
This is a Dimebag Darrell Washburn.
I paid 400 for it.
It's probably worth well over a thousand now.
I mean 50 bucks, that's all you can do?
- [M] In this pawn shop it's worth 50 bucks.
- Really can't go any higher?
- [M] I can't do it, man.
- I'm gonna take business elsewhere, man.
- Sorry about that.
- Go rock out on my own time.
(shop door closes)
- How can I help you today, sir?
- I got a watch I'd like to sell.
- Let's take a look.
Is it yours?
- Of course.
- I can do...
I can do 50 bucks.
- $50?
Come on, you can do better than that.
It's a $500 watch.
Kinda an antique.
- You say it's an antique like that's something good.
75, best I can do.
- 250.
- I'm gonna have to pass on the watch, sir.
(Z clears throat)
- Surely we can work something out.
- Who's this?
- Shop security.
We're really gonna have to on the watch, sir.
I'm sure that you can get more at some other pawn shop.
- Okay.
Thanks.
Appreciate it.
(shop door closes)
- What the fuck was that about?
- Wasn't worth the hassle.
- He was like the only customer
that's been in here all day.
I mean.
I could've whacked him right there, man.
- He was a fucking cop, Z!
- How do you know that?
- I saw his badge on his belt
when he moved his damn jacket.
Like I said, not worth the hassle.
- You gotta learn to give me a sign or something.
- [M] Let it go, Z.
It's over.
- All right, well.
It's getting late, man.
You wanna close down shop?
- Yeah, that sounds good.
- All right.
Hey man.
I think we got just about enough money
to get to Canada in about three months.
- Three months?
That sucks.
Longer we hang out doing this stuff, the better chance
Johnny Law's gotta catch on to our shenanigans.
- Yeah, I realize that.
I'm just letting you know our circumstance.
- Well.
Maybe you could ask for a raise or work some overtime?
- Overtime?
I'm already extended on overtime as it is.
Plus me working at the shop and doing my normal job,
I hardly have time for anything else.
- How bad you wanna move?
You gotta hustle.
- Hustle?
I am fucking hustling.
What are you talking about?
I'm the one who's actually working.
You're the one sitting in the shop.
Sitting on your ass.
Waiting for the flies to enter the trap.
I'm actually making money.
Doing a steady job.
Getting paid.
- Ha!
You sit on a chair and stare at a video screen all day.
That is some real fucking rocket scientist shit there, man.
At least you get a steady paycheck.
The only time I get money is when
we have a kill or we have a sale.
- You're out of line.
- Man, fuck you!
I will shoot you dead, take the money,
and go to Canada my damn self!
- Is this what you want?
Is this what you fucking want?
You wanna end it like this?
This is how it goes?
You and me.
Right now.
Fucking do it then!
Pull the goddamn trigger!
- Put your gun down, Z.
- You put your gun down.
Fuck it.
I'm going back to work.
Cutting my vacation early.
- Whatever fucking suits you, man.
- How was work?
What are you doing?
- Do you like it?
- Yeah, sure.
It's nice.
- Yeah?
I thought that maybe since you've been working
so hard that you might wanna relax a little bit.
- No.
- Oh come on.
I'll let you do whatever you want.
- No.
No, not tonight.
- Come on, Robert.
Don't you wanna fuck me?
- I said no goddammit!
- What's happened to you?
- Look.
I said no.
Not tonight, Karen.
I got too much going on with work.
- You're not at work!
What's been going on with us?
What's been going on with you?
Do you wanna take some time apart?
Is that what you want?
- Yeah.
- You're serious?
Okay, well I hope whatever it is
you're working on, I hope it's fucking worth it.
(Robert knocks)
- Come on.
Thanks for coming by.
- Yeah, sure.
Now what is it you wanted to tell me?
- Did anybody follow you here this morning?
- No.
- Anybody know you're here?
- No.
- Okay, good.
I needed you to come by.
I got some secret information
about that girl in the picture.
- So she did come in here didn't she?
(muffled yelling)
What was that?
- Now just talking about this
puts us both in serious danger.
You sure you can handle that?
- Yeah, sure.
(muffled yelling)
Is there somebody else in here?
Sounds like there's person back there.
- No, don't worry about that.
- Don't move!
Stay right there!
- I'm trying to tell you about the girl in the picture.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Hello?
Are you okay?
What the fuck?
(dramatic sting)
(tense music)
- Are you a religious man?
Well I am.
I believe God has a purpose for all of us.
God has a purpose for you.
He brought you here for a reason.
He brought you here to test my convictions.
And confirm my faith.
You wanna know my big secret?
I'll tell you, but you can't tell anybody else.
You promise?
See my secret is.
I am God.
(Gimp laughs)
I'm sorry, did you wanna talk to God?
Gimp, take that shit out.
Well?
Go ahead.
God's listening.
- [Robert] Fuck you!
- That's no way to talk to fucking God!
Fucking blasphemy!
Gimp!
Help clean this shit up and get rid of him.
(Gimp grunts)
Don't you say a fucking word about what happened in here!
To no one!
- (muffled) Okay!
Good.
That's our little secret.
- [Gimp] (muffled) All right.
- [M] Hey man, what's up?
- Hey.
I wanna see if I can pawn or sell this.
- Well do you wanna pawn it or do you wanna sell it?
- What can I get if I pawned it?
- Hmm.
50 if you pawn.
20 if you sell.
- I really need the cash, so could I get 25 if I sold it?
I really need the cash.
- I think I can do that.
Is it sharp?
- Razor blade.
- How sharp?
- Sharp enough.
(M laughs)
- I'm just kidding with you.
It was a joke, I'm joshing, joshing.
You mind if I try it out?
- Sure, sure, sure.
(gong ringing)
- Damn.
Another mess.
But this is one nice ass sword.
(shop door opens)
- What can I do you for?
- Good day, sir.
I was wondering if you'd be interested
in purchasing this old Bible of mine.
- Let's have a look-see.
You a real nun?
- Yes I am.
- You're real pretty.
- Thank you.
So the Bible, sir?
- Oh yeah, what can you tell me about it?
- Well I know that it's an 18th century bible
passed down from my family many generations ago.
And I'm using the money to save for a trip to Rome, Italy.
- Oh that's real nice.
Real nice.
- So what do you think I can get for it?
- I can do 150.
But you let me take you in the back,
have my way with you, 200.
- Sir, I'm a servant of the Lord.
I devoted my life to the Lord.
There's no way that can happen.
- We shall see.
(dramatic sting)
(church organ music)
(pleasure moans)
Fuck!
I gotta see them titties.
Let me see them titties!
- Please-
- [M] Let me see the fucking titties!
- Please sir, don't.
- [M] Get up!
Get up, show me the fucking titties!
Show me everything!
- I'm a nun, please.
- The habit stays on, but take off the dress.
Slow and sexy, slow and sexy.
Slow and sexy.
Take it all off!
Let's go!
What the fuck?
You ain't no real nun!
- I am a nun.
- What's with the tattoos?
I thought that was some kind of sin or something!
Fuck!
Sit down bitch!
Fuck!
Fuck.
- Please sir, I'm reborn!
- [M] You're not a real nun!
Oh fuck!
Fuck!
What the fuck did I do?
Z!
Z, what did I do?
Z!
Fuck fuck fuck, Z Z Z Z.
Shit.
Z.
I did a real bad thing.
I need you to come up here please.
Okay, bye.
Fuck.
(blues rock music)
- What'd you do, man?
- Follow me.
(music remixes)
- You're going to Hell Express.
What the fuck happened?
- Man, you know I watch that nun porn shit, man.
There's something about it, you know?
Anyway, she came in and, goddamn, she's real pretty.
I just, I lost my head.
I brought her back here and, well you see it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Damn.
All right, well let's clean it up.
You at least get something from her besides your willy wet?
- She had an old bible I think we can make some money on.
Ooh, ooh, and.
Check out this cool sword.
I think it's one of those Hanzo swords.
- Bible?
Nobody fucking reads anymore.
All right.
Let's clean it up.
- So I was thinking we should clear out
the shed and move some of the junk out
and turn it into an art studio.
- Sounds like a good idea.
- Yeah, I've been really wanting to do it for a while now.
- What do you wanna do with all your stuff in the shed?
- Well we could do a yard sale, but I was thinking
for some of the bigger stuff we could take it
to a pawn shop and move it along a little faster.
- Well how much do you think they'll pay?
- Well I'm not sure, but hey,
we'll end with more money than we started with.
- Do they pay cash?
- Of course they do, silly.
All pawn shops do.
Now let's finish up painting here
and go inside and get some lunch.
- So tell me more plans about your art studio.
- Well once we have it cleared out
I want this big cabinet that'll fit
all of my paints and paint brushes comfortably.
Have blank canvases and finished art.
That's pretty much it.
- What do you plan to do with your paintings?
- Well we can sell some and we can keep some.
There's this huge art show up north
and all local artists are invited to attend.
And the vendor tables are pretty cheap too.
Sounds like you got it all planned out.
- Yeah, for sure.
- You wanna start clearing out the shed?
- Do you think we could fuck first?
(jazzy music)
- Must be nice to be a monopoly.
Get to do any fucking thing you wanna do.
Regulated service?
Regulated service my ass!
You're a fucking monopoly!
If I don't like the service where do I go?
I can't go anywhere.
I'm a business owner.
I know how it is when people don't like
the satisfaction that they're getting from you.
Yeah, yeah, I could shut down my shop.
I can't do nothing with you.
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, have a nice day too.
Bitch.
Sorry about that.
Mild misunderstanding.
What can I do for you lovely ladies?
- We've got some stuff we'd like to sell.
- All right, let's take a look.
Yeah.
Oh yeah.
There's some nice stuff in here.
Yeah, I can use some of this.
I think I can cut you a deal.
Yeah.
- We've got some more in the car.
Bella, do you mind running to the car
and grabbing the other box?
- Okay sweetie.
- [M] All right.
- Where did Anna go?
- She went to the little girl's room.
- Oh, okay.
- Hey Z.
Got a couple jokers in the deck.
(tense music)
- What the fuck is going on?
- Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
- Sit the fuck down!
Try that again, I'll shoot you in the fucking face.
What do you think?
- Well.
I'm thinking these are a couple dykes.
They should, you know, put on a little show for us.
- All right.
You guys hear that?
You do what we say, we'll let you go.
Gimp.
Get the video camera.
- Mmmhm.
- All right, now since y'all a bunch of dykes.
I wanna see y'all eat each other out right now.
- What?
- Don't say what to me.
Now you get in that 69 and you
drive straight to licking pussy town.
- Hopefully they're not taking that red wing express.
(M chuckles)
- Go!
- Goddamn.
- What's this plastic for?
- So I don't get your disgusting
pussy juice all over my nice clean floor.
- Clean it up.
- [M] Understood.
- Gentlemen.
You remember me?
- Oh yeah.
Watch fella.
- That's right, the watch fella.
Listen, my name's officer Lucas Allen.
And for a couple weeks we have gotten a mountain
of noise complaints coming from this place.
You guys hear anything?
- Not at all.
Did you check with Jodi at the tattoo parlor?
You know they got a lot of sissies
in there getting stuff pierced.
- Well actually she's the one that filed the complaint.
- Well we've been here all day and we ain't heard a peep.
Right?
The neighborhood's a little rough.
I'm sure you know that being a cop.
- Sure do.
Listen.
I'm gonna give you guys my card.
You hear any type of commotion,
anything out of the normal, do not hesitate to call me.
All right?
Good day.
- Oh shit, there is one thing I forgot.
- Yeah?
(gun firing)
- What the fuck man?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You just shot a fucking cop!
Are you insane?
- Look Z, there's one thing about me you don't know.
I hate fucking cops.
Now I'm gonna take care of the body.
The Gimp's in his cage sleeping.
If I need him I'll wake him up.
You go take care of the cop's car.
Hey.
Everything will be all right.
(shop door closes)
Fucking cops.
I'm gonna fuck you in the ass
like you law fucked me in the ass.
Can't wait to get to Canada.
Fucking savages in this town.
Goddammit.
Can't stand this fucking place.
I hate cops!
Fuck I hate cops!
Goddamn motherfucking cops!
Now we gotta leave!
We had a good fucking thing going!
Damn it!
Motherfucker!
- Hey man.
I moved the car.
I'm gonna take Gracie back to work.
- [M] Yeah, okay.
I'll call you if there's any more situations, Z.
- Goddamn, nuns, cops, dykes, Jesus!
(saw revving)
(car revving)
(gun firing)
- Coming for you, motherfucker!
(rock music)
(radio tuning)
- [Mr. Wallace] All right, Moses.
You know what to do.
- Just lay back.
And it'll all be over.
- [Z] No please.
- [Mr. Wallace] Shut up, you dumb hillbilly motherfucker!
(Moses laughs)
- I think he's a fighter.
(Z screaming)
But not for long.
(radio tuning)
(surf rock music)
- So you wanna get breakfast with me?
- [Mr. Wallace] Yeah man.