[MORALITY, in huge block letters, is displayed against a black screen at opening of film]
[cut to a man holding court, talking to another patron while sitting at a table in a bar]
Every Man his Moral:
You know what Morality is? I'll tell you what it is. Morality is made for those who own it. The rich. And you know who's always right? The rich. And the poor pay the price.
[cut to the word JUSTICE displayed and then back to bar]
Every Man his Moral:
You want to see my Morality?
Captive bar patron:
Yeah.
Every Man his Moral:
Yeah?
Captive bar patron:
Yeah.
Every Man his Moral:
Sure you won't regret it?
Captive bar patron:
I don't know.
Every Man his Moral:
I think it's gonna scare you. Take a look.
[Pulls out and displays an automatic pistol]
Every Man his Moral:
That's Morality for you. You know why I carry this around? Huh? Because the guy in blue who shows off his Morality, dig? He's got the upper hand, dig? He and his fucking Justice. But I... But I... Here's my Justice.
[bar patron is obviously disturbed but is trying hard not to show his discomfort]
Every Man his Moral:
Whether you're right or whether you're wrong. Same difference, friend.
[He finally stops waving the pistol and with a sense of satisfaction puts it back beneath his leather jacket]
