Hard Eight movie plot
Hard Eight quotes
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Jimmy: What I mean - what I believe... is that you killed his father... like the stories I heard go. Now, if somebody killed my father... I would feel the need to do something. The stories I heard - you know, stories get around - is that you used to be a hard-ass. You were a hard-ass and you took his dad out, Sydney. So you think - what? You can just walk through this life... without being punished for it? Shit, man. I know all those guys you know. Floyd Gondolli, Jimmy Gator, Mumbles O'Malley. They like to sit around in Clifton's and talk, talk, talk. They love to tell stories. You can sit there and look at me sideways all you want. You probably think I'm some kind of asshole or something... but I'm not a killer... like you. You walk around like you're Mr. Cool, Mr. Wisdom... but you're not. You're just some old hood. The other night in the bar, you asking me a question... like do I do parking lot security? Well, the answer is no! I'm trusted security inside the casino. I'm trusted with security, and I don't fuck it up.
Sydney: Good that you have such a sturdy sense of responsibility.
Jimmy: Don't! Don't! Don't fuckin' do that! You understand? I can see right through that shit! You look at me as some idiot, huh? I know you do. I know you. You old guys, you old hoods... you think you're so fuckin' above it... so high and mighty. What am I to you? Some loser? Not with a gun in my hand. Not with the facts I know. Bottom line, Sydney. No matter how hard you try... you're not his father.
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Sydney: [John has called Sydney to his hotel room asking for help. Sydney knocks, John answers from behind the closed door] John?
Sydney: ...Sid?
Sydney: Yeah. Open up.
John Finnegan: ...everything cool?
Sydney: What? Yeah, everything's cool. Are you alright?
John Finnegan: I'm fine.
Sydney: You gonna open the door?
John Finnegan: I said on the phone, you know... it's kinda screwed up.
Sydney: Yeah, so? Open the door, let's see what's going on.
John Finnegan: ...you promise you'll help me?
Sydney: [growing exasperated] John, it's cold out here, open the door.
John Finnegan: ...is everything cool?
Sydney: John, open the goddamn door, will ya?
Sydney: [John finally unlocks and opens the door; Sydney enters] Now what's going on, John?
John Finnegan: Just - shut the door.
[the door is closed]
Sydney: Why are the lights out?
John Finnegan: Okay, Sid?
Sydney: Okay I'm not gonna...
John Finnegan: -let's just leave them off for a second...
Sydney: -I'm not gonna stand here with the lights out.
[Sydney flips the light on]
John Finnegan: Okay now, you promised you'd help me.
Sydney: ...what is this, John?
John Finnegan: I'm sorry, Sid.
Sydney: John, what is this? Who is this man?
John Finnegan: He's uh... he's a hostage.