Text/[United States]Kun Tarantino
Translated/Xi Yu
1. Interior "Uncle Bob's Bakery" In the morning,
eight men in black suits sit around a table for breakfast. They are "Mr. White", "Mr. Pink", "Mr. Blue", "Mr. Gold", "Mr. Orange", "Mr. Brown", "Good Boy" Eddie Cabot and Big Boss Joe Card Burt. Most people have just finished eating and are chatting while tasting coffee. Joe was looking through a small address book. Mr. Pink is eloquently telling a story about Madonna.
Mr. Pink: The song "Like a Virgin" is about a girl who fucked a guy with a big genitalia. The whole song is completely a metaphor about the big genitals.
Mr. Blue: No, it is not. It sings that a girl is very willing and she has done it several times. Then she met someone who was really fascinated...
Mr. Pink:...oh...oh...out of Green Bay, tell the tourists this nonsense.
Joe (looks at the address book in his hand): Toby...who the hell is Toby? Toby...Toby...Let me...think about it...think about it...
Mr . Pink: It's not about a good girl who met a tempted young man. What the "True Blue" sings, this is now completely certain, there is no controversy.
Mr. Orange: Which song is "True Blue"?
"Good Boy" Eddie: Can't you remember "True Blue"? That's a fucking song that Madonna is so hot. Hell, although I didn't understand the song "The Most Popular", I have at least heard of "True Blue".
Mr. Orange: Listen, idiot, I didn't say I haven't heard of this song. I'm asking how is this song? Forgive me for not being the most ardent Madonna fan in the world.
Mr. Brown: I hate Madonna.
Mr. Blue: I like her song when she first debuted. You know, it's "Lucky Star" and "Borderline"-but when she enters the "Dad Don't Preach" stage, whether you think there is a song or not, I don't listen to her anyway.
Mr. Pink: Hey, fuck this mess. I want to explain a problem. You are about to mess up my thinking.
Joe: Oh fuck, Toby is that little Chinese girl.
Mr. White: What's the matter?
Joe: I found this old address book in the pocket of a jacket that I didn't usually wear when I was a kid. What's the matter with Toby? What the fuck is her last name?
Mr. Pink: Where did I go?
Mr. Orange: You said that "True Blue" is a good girl who meets a young man who is tempted, but "Like a Virgin" is a metaphor for big genitals.
Mr. Pink: Let me tell you what "Like a Virgin" is singing. It sang someone who became a sex machine. I mean from morning to night, morning, day, night, afternoon, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals, genitals.
Mr. Blue: How many genitals are there in total?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Pink: Then one day she met the fucking John Holmes. That's it, wow kid. This fucking guy is like Charles Brunson in "The Great Escape." He is making holes. At this moment, she really met her opponents, and she had a feeling that she had never had before. pain.
Joe: Zhou? Toby Zhou? no.
Mr. Pink: That thing hurts people. It hurt her. In fact, it shouldn't hurt people. She should have enjoyed it when that thing arrived, but when that kid made her feel unhappy this time, it was like the first time. This pain reminds a sex machine of what a virgin is like. Therefore, "Like a Virgin".
Everyone laughed.
Joe: King?
Mr. Pink: Fuck you, that's right (English "Wong" (Wong) and "Wrong" (Wrong) are homophonic.-Translator). I'm right! Do you know a fucking fart? You are still listening to "Jerry Fuck Val".
Joe: It's not wrong, idiot. It's the king! You understand, it is the Chinese surname.
Mr. White snatched the address book from Joe. The two robbed them, but there was no real fire.
Mr. White: Give me the fucking thing.
Joe: What the fuck do you want to do? Give me the address book!
Mr. White: I'm so fucking tired of listening, Joe. I'll give it to you when we leave.
Joe: What do you mean, give it to me when we leave? Give it back to me now.
Mr. White: It's been a full fifteen minutes, and you have been nagging these names. "Toby... Toby... Toby... Toby Wang... Toby Wang... Toby Zhang... Fuck Charlie Chen." My right ear just heard Madonna’s large genitals. There was another Toby Garp in the left ear.
Joe: What do you want to hear?
Mr. White: When you are mad, I want to hear everything.
Joe: Give me the address book.
Mr. White: Then you put it away?
Joe: I can do whatever I want.
Mr. White: Good. I'm afraid I have to keep it.
Mr. Golden: Joe, do you want me to shoot him?
Mr. White: Fart, you killed me in your dream, you better have to apologize to me when you wake up.
"Good boy" Eddie: Who of you guys have heard of KBILLY's super voice on the weekend of the 1970s?
Mr. Pink: I've heard it, it's really fucking good, isn't it?
"Good boy" Eddie: Can you believe the songs they played?
Mr. Pink: No, I can't believe it. Do you know what I heard that day? "Heartbeat-Love is Beating" by Tony DeFranco Jr. and DeFranco Family Band. I haven't heard this song since fucking fifth grade.
"Good boy" Eddie: She was playing this song when I came here. "Georgia's Sorrowful Night" became popular, but I didn't listen to it when it was sung. I have heard it thousands of times. I was still listening this morning, when I realized for the first time that the lady sang this song and it was the woman who killed Andy.
Mr. Blue: Did you know that Vicki Lawrence killed that guy?
"Good boy" Eddie: I thought it was Andy who was shot by the unfaithful wife.
Mr. Golden: That's how they sing in the song.
"Good boy" Eddie: I know. I have heard. Every time I have not waited to sing that part, I fully understand it. I think when she sang the part about her sister, she was talking about her sibling, that unfaithful wife.
Joe: No, she killed it herself. She also killed the unfaithful wife.
Mr. Pink: You know the paragraph "Gypsies, tramps, and thieves". She said, "If Dad knew what he was doing, he would have been destroyed by a single shot." I can never think of what he did.
Everyone at the table laughed. The waitress came to the table, holding the bill and a pot of coffee in her hand.
Waitress: Who would like to add some coffee?
Joe: No, we are almost there. The bill is on me.
She handed him the bill.
Waitress: Here you are. Please pay the bill at the cash register, if you don't mind.
Joe: No problem.
Hostess: I wish you all a happy day.
Everyone murmured the same words. The waitress stepped back and Joe stood up.
Joe: I'll pay the bill. You guys tip. (To Mr. White) When I come back, I want to return to my address book.
Mr. White: I'm sorry. It is now my address book.
Joe: Golden, please shoot this stinky shit.
Mr. Gold made a gesture of shooting Mr. White with his fingers. Mr. White also made a shot. Joe walked out of the screen.
"Good boy" Eddie: Okay, everyone can pay for that little woman.
Everyone took out a dollar and threw it on the table. In other words, everyone did this, except for Mr. White.
"Good boy" Eddie: Come on, throw a dollar.
Mr. White: Woo-ooh, I don't want to tip.
"Good boy" Eddie: What do you mean by not tipping?
Mr. White: I don't believe this.
"Good boy" Eddie: You don't believe in tipping?
Mr. Pink (laughs): I like this kid, he is a lunatic, this guy.
Mr. Golden: Do you know how much money these ladies earn? They earn a lot of shit.
Mr. White: Don't follow me. She can't make enough money, so she can resign.
Everyone laughed.
"Good boy" Eddie: I don't think even a Jew has the courage to say this. So let’s make it clear, you never give tips?
Mr. White: I don't pay tips because the whole society says I should pay tips. I tip because someone is worth the tip. If someone really forces me, then they are still worth getting something more, and this tip is voluntary, and they have to play this with these birds. As far as I know, they only completed their work.
Mr. Blue: The girl who serves us is nice.
Mr. White: The girl who served us was okay, but she didn't do anything special.
Mr. Golden: What special do you want, the guy who brought you into the kitchen and sucked you?
Everyone laughed.
"Good boy" Eddie: Then I will tip 12%.
Mr. White: Listen, it's my coffee. We've been fucking here long enough, but she only filled me with coffee three times. If I order coffee, I want her to add it six times.
Mr. Golden: What if she is too busy?
Mr. White: There shouldn't be the word "cannot be too busy" in a waitress's dictionary.
"Good boy" Eddie: I'm sorry, Mr. White, but the last thing you want is just a cup of coffee.
Everyone laughed.
Mr. White: These ladies are not starving to death. They earn too little wages, but if I earn too little wages, I can only say that I was unlucky and did not find a job that the society thinks should give a lot of money.
"Good boy" Eddie: Oh, now we finally understand. This is not only because he is a worthless beast—
Mr. Orange: —but also
because—"good boy" Eddie:—but also because he can't find a job as a waiter. Your words sound like a little dishwashing worker who
doesn't care : "Go to the fucking bastards and their tips." Mr. Golden: So you don't care if they live on your tips?
Mr. White rubbed his two fingers together.
Mr. White: Do you know what this is? This is the smallest violin in the world, played specifically for the waitresses.
Mr. Golden: You don't understand what you are talking about. These people are very busy. This is a drudgery.
Mr. White: Working in a McDonald’s shop is also a chore, but you don’t think you should pay a tip. If they serve you food, you should tip them. But this is not the case. The society says that these guys need to be tipped here, but there is no need to tip those guys. This is all shit.
Mr. Orange: They work harder than those at McDonald's.
Mr. White: Oh yes. I didn't see them cleaning the fryer.
Mr. Brown: The income tax paid by these people includes their own tips. Although you gave them money, you also made them spend more money.
Mr. Gold: In this country, being a waitress is the number one career for women who have never attended college. It is basically a job that every woman can get and survive. The reason is tipping.
Mr. White: Go to your mother.
Everyone laughed.
Mr. White: Hey, the government levies taxes on their tips. I deeply regret that. This is fucking nonsense, but it's not my fault. It seems that the waitress is just one of many people who are regularly sodomized by the government. If you show me an article saying that the government should not do this, I will definitely sign it. If it is made public to vote. I definitely vote for it. But I will not pay the money. And you just told me a lot of nonsense about going to college or not, I only use one sentence to answer: "Learn to fuck him." Because if you count on me to help pay, then you will feel a fucking big surprise.
Mr. Orange: He convinced me. Give me back my dollar.
Everyone laughs. Joe returned to the table.
Joe: Alright, everyone, it's time for the activity. Wait a minute, who didn't pay?
Mr. Orange: Mr. White.
Joe (to Mr. Orange): Mr. White? (To Mr. White) Why?
Mr. Orange: He does not tip.
Joe (to Mr. Orange): He doesn't tip? (To Mr. White) You don't pay a tip? Why?
Mr. Orange: He doesn't believe this.
Joe (to Mr. Orange): Don't you believe this? (To Mr. White) Don't you believe this?
Mr. Orange: Yes.
Joe (to Mr. Orange): Shut up! (To Mr. White) Spit some blood, you stubborn beast. I even paid for your damn breakfast.
Mr. White: Because you paid for this breakfast, I am going to pay a tip. Under normal circumstances, I will not pay.
Joe: Anyway, you throw in some money. let's go. (To Mr. Golden) See how I deal with the chicks here. I'm going to fucking cure these chicks.
The eight men got up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in the foreground. When he buttoned his coat buttons, for a moment we saw him wearing a gun. Everyone talked to each other and walked out of "Uncle Bob's Bakery."
2. "Uncle Bob's Bakery"
opening caption paragraph during the day :
After the subtitle paragraph, the screen turns black.
We heard someone screaming in pain on the black screen.
In this scream, we heard the sound of a car braking on the road.
Through screams and traffic, we heard—the
other person (voice-over): Hold on, buddy.
Someone (stops screaming, voice-over): I'm sorry, I can't believe she actually shot me. Who the hell would have thought of such a thing?
Cut
to—— 3. Interior view of a car fleeing.
The person who screamed during the day turned out to be Mr. Orange. He was lying on the back seat, shot in the abdomen, bloody all over, and blood on the back seat.
The other person was Mr. White. He was holding the steering wheel tightly, sprinting freely at 80 miles per hour, dodgeing left and right in the traffic. Even though his own life was maintained in his hands that clasped the steering wheel, he continued to talk to the wounded in the back seat.
There were only two of them in the car.
Mr. White: Hey, let this stinking thing aside for now. You are hurt. You're so fucking hurt, but you won't lose your life.
Mr. Orange (crying): So much blood scared my shit out. I'm dying. I know.
Mr. White: Oh, please forgive me. I forgot that you have a degree in medicine. you are a doctor? Are you a doctor? Please answer me, are you a doctor?
Mr. Orange: No, I am not!
Mr. White: Ha, so you admit that you don't understand what you are talking about. So if you have finished talking about your amateur ideas, please lie down and listen to the news. I will send you to the assembly place now, Joe will find a doctor for you, and the doctor will heal your injury, and you will be fine. Okay, tell me now, you will be fine. Say: You will be fine.
Mr. Orange did not respond. Mr. White began to tap the steering wheel with his hands.
Mr. White: Tell me the fuck: You will be fine.
Mr. Orange: I'm fine.
Mr. White (softly): That's right.
4. Interior warehouse during the day the
camera rotates 360 degrees, panning an empty warehouse. The door slammed open at this time, and Mr. White walked in with the bloody Mr. Orange.
Mr. Orange still yelled at his gunshot wounds.
Mr. White put him on a mat on the floor.
Mr. White: Forbearance, buddy. Hold on, let's wait for Joe. I have done everything I should do, only when Joe comes, he will be there right away, and he can help you. Let's sit here for a while and wait for Joe. Who are we waiting for?
Mr. Orange: Joe.
Mr. White: You are right, you cute idiot.
Mr. White straightened up in front of Mr. Orange and began to pace around in the warehouse.
Mr. Orange (yelling): Don't leave me!
Mr. White leaned down again and took his hand.
Mr. White: I'm not going anywhere. I am right here. I will not leave you.
Mr. Orange: Larry, I'm scared, please hold me.
Mr. White embraced Mr. Orange, who was covered in blood, very softly. He shook the young man lightly and whispered to him-
Mr . White (whispering): It's okay. If you're scared, you'll be scared. You've been brave all day. Just ask you to relax a little now. You will not die, you will be fine. When Joe arrives, he will let you recover 100%.
Mr. White laid Mr. Orange on the mat, but still held his hand. Mr. Orange looked up at his friend.
Mr. Orange: Listen, I didn't want to ruin everyone's affairs, but if the person who saved me can't come soon, I'll go to a doctor. I don't fucking care about going to jail, I just don't want to die.
Mr. White: You fucking won't die, are you?
Mr. Orange: I was not just born yesterday. I was injured. I was badly injured.
Mr. White: This is not good...
Mr. Orange: Hey, you can do whatever you want. I was frightened just now, but now I am calm. The current situation is that I was shot in the stomach and without medical care, I would die.
Mr. White: I can't take you to the hospital.
Mr. Orange: Go fucking in jail! I don't even care about going to jail at all. But I can't die. You don’t need to take me to the hospital, you just drive me to the gate and throw me by the road. I take care of myself. I don't say anything to them. I swear to fucking god, I will never say anything to them. Look into my eyes, look straight into my eyes. (Mr. White does as instructed) I—never—not—spit out—a word to—them. You are safe.
Mr. White: Lie down, try your best—
Mr. Orange: I'm going to die! I need a doctor! I beg you, take me to the doctor.
Mr. Orange leaned his head back on the mat. He was exhausted by the attack just now, and now he can only talk to himself in a low voice—
Mr. Orange: Take me to the doctor, take me to the doctor ,I beg you.
Suddenly, the warehouse door slammed open and Mr. Pink walked in.
Mr. Pink: Did you get a fucking trap?
Mr. Pink saw Mr. Orange lying on the floor with bloody gunshot wounds.
Mr. Pink: Oh, fuck, orange is unlucky.
Throughout the following paragraphs, we keep hearing Mr. Orange groaning.
Mr. White: It was shot.
Mr. Pink: Oh, it's so fucking awesome! Where is the brown?
Mr. White: It's dead.
Mr. Pink: Damn, fucking! How did he die?
Mr. White: What the hell do you think? The police shot him.
Mr. Pink: Oh, it sucks. It's terrible. (Referring to Mr. Orange) Is it badly hurt?
Mr. White: It is the opposite of "very good".
Mr. Pink: This is really fucking horrible. Someone played us thoroughly.
Mr. White: Do you really think we have been caught?
Mr. Pink: You don't even have any doubts? I don't think we have been caught, I know we have been caught! I speak seriously, seriously. Where did the police come from, huh? It didn't happen a minute ago, and it all came out just after a minute. I didn't even hear a siren. The siren went off, okay, okay. If the siren goes off, you generally have a reaction time of four minutes. Unless there is a police car patrolling that street, you still have four minutes before the police actually start to react. But in just one minute, seventeen young men in blue uniforms emerged, all fully armed, and all of them knew exactly what the hell they were supposed to do. They all appeared there at once! Remember the second shock wave that rushed up in the car? Those were the reactions to the sirens, and the other fucking people were already there. They have been waiting for us long ago. (Pauses for a while) Didn't you expect this?
Mr. White: I have no time to think about it. First I have to fucking figure out a way to escape. When we escape, I have to get him again.
Mr. Pink: OK, then you better start thinking about this question. Because I'm fucking thinking about it all the time. Actually, all I think about is this. I came to this conclusion as soon as I got out of the car. Who sets the trap for us, who knows this place. Maybe the police are sitting here waiting for me. As far as I know, the police are driving here now.
Mr. White: Let's go to the next room... The
camera slowly walked along the wall and came to a corner. We walked around the corner and saw a hall below.
5. Interior view of the toilet hall At
the other end of the hall during the day is a toilet. The bathroom door was ajar, blocking our view. Mr. Pink is out of the lens, but Mr. White is in the frame.
Mr. Pink (outside the picture): What the hell am I doing here? I think this job is really weird. In fact, when I felt something was wrong, I should say "No, thank you" and then walk away. But I fucking never pay attention. Every time I rush to find someone to do work, I always know that this guy is unreliable. I can feel it. But I want to believe him. If he didn't lie to me, then I really smoked too much marijuana and it was a bad thing. But this time it is by no means a bad thing about marijuana, and I keep saying that if I think there is a problem with this job, I just leave. But I felt it, but I didn't leave it. It's all because of the fucking money!
Mr. White: Things have already come out. I need you to calm down. Are you calm?
Mr. Pink: I am calm.
Mr. White: Sprinkle some water on your face and take a deep breath.
We heard the sound of running water from the faucet, and Mr. Pink sprinkled a little water on his face.
Mr. White: I will get my cigarette.
Mr. White opened the bathroom door, walked through the door, and walked out of the picture. We saw Mr. Pink with his back to the camera, leaning on the washbasin. He grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped the water off his face. Mr. White walked into the screen with a box of "Chesterfield" cigarettes in his hand.
Mr. White: Would you like to smoke one?
Mr. Pink: Why don't you smoke?
Two men light up cigarettes.
Mr. White: Okay, now let’s recall how things happened. When we got there, everything went as usual. Later when the sirens sounded, I turned around and saw all the policemen outside. You are right, that's it, bang! I just blinked and they were there. Everyone blew up all at once. At this time, Mr. Gold fired first—
Mr. Pink:—No.
Mr. White: What's wrong?
Mr. Pink: The police did not appear immediately after the alarm went off. The police only appeared after Mr. Golden started shooting randomly.
Mr. White: But I saw the police as soon as I heard the alarm.
Mr. Pink: Let me tell you, it's not so fast. They only emerged after Mr. Golden opened fire. I am not saying that they were not there, but that they were already there. However, they were motionless before Mr. Golden went crazy. This is what I know of how we got caught. Can you understand all this, Mr. White?
Mr. White: Listen, I have heard enough of the phrase "Mr. White", fart-
Mr. Pink:-Don't tell me your real name. I do not want to know! I will never fucking tell you my name.
Mr. White: You are right. That's not good. (Pauses) How did you escape?
Mr. Pink: Shot all the way out. Everyone was shooting wildly, so I shot all the way to here.
Cut
to—— 6. The bustling downtown street in the outside scene
Mr. Pink is running wildly on the crowded sidewalk during the day . He carried a canvas handbag in one hand and a 0.357-caliber MAGNUM pistol in the other. If there are pedestrians in the way, he will knock them down. The camera followed him on his side at the same speed.
Four policemen are chasing Mr. Pink. The camera follows them to move and shoot. The camera follows a girl wearing roller skates. The girl wearing roller skates was listening to a "walkman", and we heard her turn the volume up very loud. She was spinning, slipping backwards to the beat of the music.
The roller skating girl went round a street corner and bumped into Mr. Pink. Both men and women fell to the ground.
Mr. Pink ran into the driveway and rushed to a moving car. The car screamed and braked and almost ran over him.
7. Interior view of the car (stopped) The
camera is located on the back seat of the car during the day . The driver was a startled woman. Mr. Pink straightened up from the bumper in front of the car and pointed his gun at the driver staggeringly.
Mr. Pink: Get off! Get off the fucking car!
The terrified woman began to scream.
Mr. Pink tried to open the driver's door, but the door was locked.
Mr. Pink: Open the fucking door!
A close-up of a car window on the driver's side.
Mr. Pink smashed the glass with a punch against the camera.
8. In the daytime, the
camera followed the police chasing by the camera on Outer Street Street .
Mr. Pink dragged the frightened woman out of the car.
The police rushed to the corner and aimed their guns.
Mr. Pink used the car as a shield and fired three shots at the police.
Pedestrians fell to the ground or dispersed in shock.
Mr. Pink got into the car.
The police shot.
9. Interior car (driving) The
camera is located in the back seat during the day . Mr. Pink leaned down and drove madly down the street. The police shot from behind.
Cut back
to—— 10. Interior view of the bathroom
Mr. Pink and Mr. White are still talking in the bathroom during the day .
Mr. Pink: Let a few policemen keep up. Did you kill anyone?
Mr. White: Just a few policemen.
Mr. Pink: There are no unrelated people?
Mr. White: Oh, just the police.
Mr. Pink: Do you trust Mr. Golden?
Mr. White: He is the most fucking nervous person I have ever seen. How could Joe use such a bastard?
Mr. Pink: I don't want to kill anyone. But when I walked out of that door, if you block my way, no matter how you block it, you must make way for me.
Mr. White: I think so too. There is no choice at all between a ten-year veteran and a fucking idiot. I am not a lunatic. What does Joe think? You can't work with guys like gold. That bastard is unreliable. what do you think? Do you think he is panicking or do you think he is just too excited?
Mr. Pink: I think he is a fucking lunatic! He didn’t let us in. It’s really our fucking luck. At the time, he hit with a gun and I was so fucking so close—(put up two fingers to indicate the gap in between)—let He's finished playing. Everyone panicked. When things got tense, everyone panicked. Everyone. I don't care what your last name is, you will panic involuntarily. This is nature. However, what you panic is inside. You panicked. You can let yourself panic for a second or two, and then you have to calm down and deal with the situation. What you can't do is shoot everywhere and kill people when you see them.
Mr. White: What you should do is take the posture of a fucking expert. A psychopath can't be an expert. You can't work with a psychopath, because you don't know what these abnormal fools will do. I mean, God, how old do you think that black lady is? Twenty, maybe twenty-one?
Mr. Pink: Have you seen the situation of other people?
Mr. White: Mr. Orange and I jumped into the car, and Mr. Brown hid in the car. I don't know anymore.
Mr. Pink: It was at this moment that everyone ran away for their lives. As for Mr. Gold and Mr. Blue, I can't understand them better. Once I escaped, I didn't even look back.
Mr. White: What do you think?
Mr. Pink: What do I think? I think the police caught them or killed them.
Mr. White: Don't they even have a chance to rush out? You also found an escape loophole.
Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's a fucking miracle. But if they really escaped, where the fuck are they now?
Mr. White: You think it's impossible. One of them got those diamonds and played one—
Mr. Pink: Impossible.
Mr. White: Why are you so insistent?
Mr. Pink: I got the diamond.
Mr. White: Where is it?
Mr. Pink: I got it, okay?
Mr. White: Where is it? Did you put it in the car?
Mr. Pink: No, they are not in the car. No, I didn't bring them. Do you want to fetch diamonds with me? Well, we can go now. But first you listen to what I want to say to you. We were fucked by someone else's trap! Someone colluded with the police. There is one Judas among us. And I'm thinking we should hide here first, so that the fucking minds are sober. Mr. White: It was originally planned. Let's meet here. Mr. Pink: Where did all the other people go? I mean, once we find a rat in the house, the plan becomes empty talk. What the hell is going on with Mr. Gold and Mr. Blue, we fucking don’t know. Both of them may be dead or arrested. The police may be prying their mouths in the bureau right now. Although they can't say a name, they may confess this place. I mean: this is what can happen now. While we are talking here, the police may be coming here in a car.
Mr. White: I swear to God that I have a bad luck.
Mr. Pink: What?
Mr. White: Among the first two jobs, one was for four people. As a result, we found that one of them was an undercover policeman.
Mr. Pink: Is everything okay?
Mr. White: Thank God, we found out in time. Let's just wash our hands and quit this job. Stay away.
Mr. Pink: So who is that mouse this time? Mr. Blue? Mr. Golden? Joe? This is Joe's idea, he designed it all. Maybe he made the trick.
Mr. White: I disagree. Joe and I have known each other for a long time. I can tell you straight, Joe must have nothing to do with this pile of shit.
Mr. Pink: Oh, you have a deep friendship with Joe. I have known Joe since I was a kid, but I would say that if Joe is totally irrelevant to this matter, it would be nonsense. I just said that I am definitely not involved in this because I know what I did or didn't do. But I can't make a guarantee against anyone else, because I don't know it at all. As far as I know, you are the mouse.
Mr. White: As far as I know, you are the mouse.
Mr. Pink: Now you start to use your brain. As far as we know, he is the mouse.
Mr. Pink pointed to Mr. Orange outside the picture. Mr. White's expression changed.
Mr. White: God!
11. In the interior warehouse during the day the
two ran to Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange has been unconscious. The camera heads down the whole process. Mr. Pink ran to Mr. Orange first.
Mr. Pink: He is dead?
Mr. White pushed him away and touched the pulse of Mr. Orange's neck with his hands.
Mr. Pink: Is he dead or something?
Mr. White: He is not dead.
Mr. Pink: What's wrong with that?
Mr. White: I think he just passed out.
Mr. Pink: He scared me out of shit. I thought he was dead.
Mr. White stood up and walked to a table.
Mr. White: If we don't send him to the hospital, he will definitely not live.
Mr. Pink: We can't send him to the hospital.
Mr. White: Without rescue treatment, this person will not survive tonight. The bullet that hit his stomach was my fault. Although you fucking improperly matter now, I can't just sit back and watch. I can't help him.
Mr. Pink: Well, life is at stake, stay here and don't move. I'll arrange it.
Mr. White: What do you want to do, let's go to the hotel to open a room? The guy in front of us was shot in the abdomen and couldn't move at all. He bleeds like an open pig. If he wakes up, he will yell in pain again.
Mr. Pink: If you have any ideas, just speak up.
Mr. White: Joe can save him. If we can get in touch with Joe, Joe can find him a doctor. Joe can send a doctor to see him.
During Mr. Pink's following conversation, the camera slowly turned into a close-up of Mr. White.
Mr. Pink (outside the picture): If we can trust Joe, how can we get in touch with him? He was supposed to come here to meet, but he didn't come, which made me afraid to stay here. Even if Joe is okay, he might be dissatisfied with us. Joe had planned a robbery, but now he has caused a pool of blood. The police died, the robbers died, and the pedestrians on the road died... God! I simply doubt whether he still has any mercy for our request. If I were him, I would try to avoid these messes as far as possible.
Mr. White: Before you came, Mr. Orange asked me to take him to the hospital. I don't want to hand him over to the police, but if we don't do this, he will die. He begged us to do this. I told him forbearance, wait until Joe comes.
Mr. Pink (outside the picture): Hmph, Joe won't be here. We have to rely on ourselves. Now I don't know who the hell can save him, if you have someone, then you can call.
Mr. White: I have no one either.
Mr. Pink (outside the picture): Well, I think we will just throw him in the hospital. He doesn't know anything about us anyway. I mean, it was his decision.
Mr. White's viewpoint-
a close-up of Mr. Pink.
Mr. White (outside the painting): Well, he knows a little bit about me.
Mr. Pink: You didn't tell him what your name was, did you?
Mr. White (outside the picture): I told him my name and where I am from.
After a long silence, Mr. Pink's face was expressionless, and after a moment he yelled-
Mr. Pink: Why!
Mr. White (outside the painting): I told him where I am from a few days ago. It was just a small chat.
Mr. Pink: Then why do you want to tell him your name, you understand the rules here.
Mr. White (outside the painting): He asked.
Mr. Pink glanced at Mr. White, as if he had just met him.
Mr. White (outside the picture): We had just escaped from the police and he was shot. The fucking reason he was shot is all my fault. He bleeds endlessly—he was yelling. I swear to God, I really thought I was going to die there. I try to comfort him and tell him that he doesn't need to worry, he will be fine, and I will take care of him. So he asked my name. I mean, this person is about to die in my arms. What the hell should I say to him, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you about this, it's against the rules. I still don't trust you very much"? Maybe I should say that, but I can't say it.
Mr. Pink: Oh, I don’t doubt that this is very beautiful—
Mr . White (outside the painting): Don’t fucking flatter me.
Mr. Pink: There is a question: Have they ever issued your wanted warrant, did you tell him where you are from?
Mr. White (outside the painting): Of course.
Mr. Pink: Well, that's right. I mean, I had long suspected that there were wanted photos in the police file. But now he knows: 1. What do you look like, 2. What is your name, 3. Where are you from, 4. What kind of work do you specialize in. They can pick you out without having him look at a pile of photos. It must be so. You didn't tell him anything that could narrow the scope of the screening, did you?
Mr. White (outside the picture): If I have to say it to you again for the sake of double insurance, then you and I will be endless.
Mr. Pink stepped out of the close-up and turned his back to Mr. White. Mr. White’s point of view lens panned to Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink: We can't send him to the hospital.
Mr. White (outside the painting): If we don't send it, he will die.
Mr. Pink: I am also very sad about that. But some buddies are lucky, some are unlucky.
Mr. White (outside the painting): Go fuck!
Mr. White's sight shot to Mr. Pink.
Mr. Pink hurriedly turned around, just in time to punch him firmly in the mouth.
The viewpoint lens ends.
Mr. White and Mr. Pink fought very savagely and literally, and the two were torn apart like a pair of wild cats.
Mr. White threw his fist and yelled:
Mr. White: You little bastard!
Mr. Pink also yelled while calling:
Mr. Pink: Do you want to play with me? ! Do you want to play with me? ! Let me tell you who you are playing with!
The two men were torn and torn on the floor.
Mr. White hugged Mr. Pink's head.
Mr. Pink reached for the pistol in his pocket and pulled it out.
Seeing all this, Mr. White immediately let go of Mr. Pink while reaching out for his weapon.
Both men straightened up from the floor, kneeling and squatting, their pistols pointed at each other.
Mr. White: You want to shoot me to death, you little bastard? Shoot it!
Mr. Pink: Fuck you, white! I didn't provoked this matter, I just deal with the situation. You act like a thief who has just fucked for a year. I act according to the rules of an expert. If they catch him, they will catch you, and if they catch you, they will approach me. This situation is not allowed. And you, you bastard, just look at me like this, as if everything is my fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew, which is better than you tell him. Fuck, you almost told me your name fifteen minutes ago. You, man, you have troubled yourself. So if you want to stare at someone, stare in the mirror.
Mr. Pink put down his gun and walked to Mr. White.
Mr. Pink: So if you want to shoot someone, put this gun in your mouth and kill yourself.
At this time, we heard from outside the painting:
Voice (outside the painting): You children, don't play wild. Someone will cry.
12. Interior warehouse during the middle and close shots of Mr. Jin during the day.
That voice belongs to Mr. Jin who is not well-known.
Mr. Golden was sitting on a counter, drinking a cup of fast food Coca-Cola and eating a hot dog.
Mr. Pink: Mr. Golden! Are you OK? We thought you would be arrested. What happened?
Mr. Golden didn't answer, he just jumped off the counter and walked in the warehouse while checking the surroundings.
He neither looked at Mr. Pink nor Mr. White. He just ate the hot dog in his hand and took a sip of his Coke.
This move made Pink and White very nervous, and it was Mr. Pink who spoke first and tried to break the deadlock.
The hand-held camera followed Mr. Jin to walk around in the warehouse.
Mr. Pink: Really, how did you get out?
Mr. Golden walked to the top floor. silence.
Mr. Pink: You have seen what happened to me. I found a loophole and escaped.
silence.
Mr. Pink: Where is Mr. Blue?
Mr. Gold looked into the bathroom.
Mr. Pink: We were expecting the two of you to be together just now.
Mr. Golden looked out the window.
Mr. Pink: This is a big problem for us. What happened to Mr. Blue and you?
Mr. Golden walked away from the window.
Mr. Pink: We were worried that the police caught you just now.
Mr. Gold bends down to Mr. Orange.
Mr. Pink: He was shot in the abdomen. He is still alive, but may not live long.
Mr. White: Enough! You better speak to us, idiot, because we are in trouble and we need to talk. We are already messed up, we need you to mess up like we do.
Mr. Golden looked at his two criminal partners, and then walked towards them.
Mr. Golden: Let's talk.
Mr. White: We think a mouse got in the house.
Mr. Pink: I can assure you that a mouse was in our house.
Mr. Golden: Why do you think so?
Mr. White: Is it a bit ridiculous?
Mr. Pink: We think this place is not safe.
Mr. White: This place is unreliable anymore. We are ready to leave, you should go with us.
Mr. Golden: No one is allowed to leave here.
There was silence in the room. Mr. Golden stopped.
After a while, the silence was broken.
Mr. White (to Mr. Pink): Leave this dung alone, we have to get out of here.
Mr. White turned around to leave.
Mr. Golden: Don't take a step forward, Mr. White.
Mr. White tentatively raised his gun and pointed it at Mr. Golden.
Mr. White: Fuck you, lunatic! It's all the fucking fault that we got into this kind of trouble.
Mr. Gold sat down calmly and looked at Mr. Pink.
Mr. Golden (referring to Mr. White): What's the problem with this guy?
Mr. White: What's the problem with me? Yeah, I have a problem. I have a big problem, a madman who is on the verge of letting me die by the gun!
Mr. Golden: What are you talking about?
Mr. White: That fucking gunfight farce in the jewelry store.
Mr. Golden: Fuck, it was the siren they pressed. They deserve it.
Mr. White: You almost killed me, idiot! If I knew you were such a guy, I would never agree to work with you.
Mr. Golden: You want to turn over the old account, puppy bastard, do you want to bite?
Mr. White: What did you say? Sorry, I didn't understand, please say it again.
Mr. Golden (slowly): I said, "You want to turn over the old account, bastard, are you going to bite people."
Mr. Pink: You two fools stop here. Calm down!
Mr. White (to Mr. Golden): So you want to taste it, huh?
Mr. Pink: Shut up the fuck, we are not playing a fucking game! (Pause slightly) I don't believe in a bunch of nonsense at all. You two have been with me for ten years. Only I act like an expert. You guys behave like a bunch of fucking niggas. Have you ever worked with niggas? They are just like the two of you, always fighting endlessly, always saying that they are going to kill each other.
Mr. White (to Mr. Pink): You said it yourself, you want to get him out.
Mr. Pink: Well, that time has passed. Now, Mr. Golden is the only person I can trust completely. He can hardly control himself when he sees the police.
Mr. White: Are you on his side?
Mr. Pink: Which way to the fuck! What we need now is a little bit of help. Someone put a flaming soldering iron on our ass, and we need to find out whose hand is on the handle of the soldering iron. Now I know that I am not a piece of shit... (referring to Mr. White) and I am pretty sure you are a good boy... (referring to Mr. Golden) And I dare to fucking say you are the same. Because let's think about who the bad boy is.
Mr. White calmed down and put his gun back.
Mr. Golden returns to the state we had when we first saw him, that is, when we talked about Madonna.
Mr. Golden: Well, I hear that. (To Mr. White) You are a big fan of Lee Marvin (1929-American film actor, mostly playing villains in Western films.-Translator), right? Me too. I don't know how you guys are, anyway, my heart beats fast. (Pauses) Alright, you guys, follow me.
Mr. Golden jumped up from his chair and walked to the door.
The other two men just followed him with their eyes.
Mr. White: Where will I go with you?
Mr. Golden: Get in my car.
Mr. White: Why?
Mr. Golden: I will give you a surprise.
Mr. Golden went out.
13.
Three cars parked at the gate in the exterior warehouse during the day . Mr. Golden walked straight to the car he was driving. Mr. White and Mr. Pink followed behind him. The handheld camera followed them.
Mr. Pink: We have to leave here.
Mr. Golden: We just sit here and wait.
Mr. White: Waiting for what, waiting for the police?
Mr. Golden: Wait for "good boy" Eddie.
Mr. Pink: "Good boy" Eddie? How did you think that "good boy" would come here instead of taking a plane halfway to Costa Rica?
Mr. Golden: Because I just talked to him. He is on his way here. No one can leave before he gets here.
Mr. White: Have you talked with Eddie "The Good Boy"? Then why the fuck didn't you say it earlier?
Mr. Golden: You didn't ask.
Mr. White: Fuck you. What did he say?
Mr. Golden: Stand up. Okay, guys, take a look at the surprise I bring you.
Mr. Golden opened the trunk of his car. A policeman in uniform and handcuffed was curled up in the luggage compartment.
Mr. Golden: So while we wait for Eddie, the "good boy", can we have some fun and find out who the mouse is?
Insert subtitles: "Mr. Golden".
14. Interior view of Joe Cabot's office
We are in Joe Cabot's office during the day . Joe was sitting behind his desk answering the phone.
Joe: (to the phone) Said, I want to tell you not to worry about this. You are not going well these two months. This kind of thing often happens. (Pauses) Sed, Sed, Sed... Okay, you make me embarrassed. I don’t need others to tell me what I already know. You have not been going well these few months, and the things you have encountered are things that every business man in the world will encounter. I don't care if he is Donald Trump or tailor Owen. You must carry it.
Someone is knocking on the door of Cabot's office.
Joe: Come in, please.
One of Cabot's thugs, Teddy, opened the door and walked in. Cabot covered the earphone with his hand and looked at Teddy.
Teddy: Vic Vega is here.
Joe: Call him in.
Teddy left.
Joe (to the phone): Said, I have a friend here, I have to hang up. (Pauses for a while) Okay, goodbye.
He hung up his headphones, stood up and walked around the table to the front.
Teddy opened the office door, and "Toothpick" Vic Vega walked in.
"Toothpick" Vic Vega is our Mr. Golden. He is wearing a long black leather jacket of the 70s style.
Joe stood in front of his desk, arms outstretched.
The two hug each other. Teddy left and closed the door behind him.
Joe: Boy, how does it feel to be free? Isn't it fucking good?
Vic: Don't have a taste.
Joe: It's not that serious. Drink "Rom Martin"?
Vic: Of course.
Joe: Please sit down.
Joe walked to his wine cabinet. Vic sat in a chair at Joe's desk.
Joe (while pouring the wine): Who is your parole officer?
Vic: A guy named Cohens. Craig Kerns.
Joe: How is he?
Vic: Fuck you idiot, don't let me leave the penitentiary for half a step.
Joe: You always tease me. The fucking little bunny ran out and cut an old lady's neck for two cents. The fucking nigga made Dorothy Day (1897-1980, American female writer and social activist.-Translator) a parole officer. But a good guy like you got a thorn.
Joe walked around the desk and sat back in his chair.
Vic took a sip of rum.
Vic: I just want you to know, Joe, how much I appreciate your hard work in it.
Joe: What did you think would happen to me? Just forget you?
Vic: I just want you to know that they are really interesting.
Joe: That’s all I can do, Vic. I hope I can do more. (Qiao Zhaowei grinning) Vic, "Toothpick" Vic, tell me what is your plan?
Vic: Well, I plan to return to my old business. But this Cohens always stares at my ass. He won't let me leave the penitentiary for half a step unless I find a fucking job. My plan is always to work in partnership with everyone.
Someone knocked on the door.
Joe: Come in, please.
The door opened and Eddie, Joe's son "Good Boy", walked in. Vic turned his chair and saw him.
Eddie: (to Vic) I can't believe my eyes when I see you sitting here.
Vic got up from the chair and hugged Eddie.
Eddie: How about you, "toothpick"?
Vic: It's good right now.
Eddie: Sorry buddies, I should pick you up myself. This week has been really busy and crazy, all day long.
Vic: It's really interesting to hear you say that. Your father and I are talking about this.
Eddie: Talking about how I should pick you up?
Vic: No. Talk about your feet upright. As soon as I walked in, I heard Joe say, "Vick, you are back, thank God. Someone finally knows what the hell he is doing. Vic, Vic, Vic, my son Eddie is fucking done. "So I said: "Okay, Joe, I'm just about to tell you." "I'm ruined! He ruined me! My son, I love him, but he robbed my business and took my business. All rushed into the fucking toilet!" (To Joe) I'm not telling a story from school. Tell him, Joe. Tell him yourself.
Joe: Eddie, I really don't want to tell you that. But when Vic asked me how my business was, well, you can't lie to someone who just spent four years in jail for you.
Eddie nodded straight.
Eddie: Oh, really, is that true?
Eddie lunged at Vic, and the two rolled on the floor.
The two friends were laughing, cursing at each other, and arguing in Joe's office.
Joe stood up and shouted at the two.
Joe (yelling): Alright, alright, enough, enough! Game time is over! If you want to roll on the floor, go to Eddie's office and stop making trouble with me!
The two men stopped. All of them are untidy, their hair is messy, and their shirts are pulled outside. But when the two got together again, they continued to talk about each other.
Eddie: Did you see it?
Joe: What?
Eddie: He pressed me to the ground and wanted to fuck me.
Vic: That's what you fucking willing to do.
Eddie: Don't fuck me in my father's office, you bastard. Listen, Vic, whatever you want to do in private in your own home, just do it. But don't want to fuck me. I don't think you will, I mean, I like you very much—
Vick: Eddie, if I were a pirate, I wouldn't hand you over to sailors.
Eddie: No, you will keep me for yourself. But..., of course you can't help it after you meet the ladies.
Vic: I'll break you up, "good boy", but I'll keep you paired with my dog...
Eddie: It's not that bad now, Dad. He was a white man when he was in prison, and he was like a nigger when he came out of prison. It was all made by the black people... Those things kept leaking into his mind, and then came out of his mouth again.
Joe: Are you two still endless? Eddie, we were talking about business when you came in. We have a big problem to solve. Alright Eddie, can you sit down and help us solve it, or the two of you still want to piss each other out?
The joke time has passed, and Vic and Eddie understand this. So both of them sat down at Joe's desk.
Joe: Well, Vic told me just now that he has a parole issue.
Eddie: Really? Who is your parole officer?
Vic: Craig Kerns.
Eddie: Cohens? Oh fuck. I heard that he is a bastard.
Vic: He is a bastard. He wouldn't let me leave the correctional home unless I got a fucking job.
Eddie: You want to come back and work for us, right?
Vic: I want to, but I have to prove to this fool that I have found a decent job before he can let me move freely. I can't work for you guys on the one hand, and on the other, I have to worry about having to go back before the ten o'clock curfew.
Joe (to Eddie): Can we think of a way?
Eddie: It's terrible. We can give you many legal jobs and let you be a shift docker in Long Beach.
Vic: I don't want to carry the box.
Eddie: You won't carry boxes. You don't actually work there. But in order to enter the file, you must go. I called Matthew, he was the foreman there, and told him to send him a new man. Put you on the schedule, and you will be given a card for clocking in and clocking in and out of get off work every day. At the weekend you will still have a salary. You know that docker is a good job. This way you can move to a more relaxed place in the penitentiary, without having to think about "What is that kid doing?" And if Coens really wants to do a spot check, you can just pretend that day. We will send you to Tustin that day. We make a pile of shit and let you unload there. You go to the Taft Airfield to get a bunch of shit and bring it back. Part of your job is running around—we have relationships everywhere.
Joe (to Vic): Didn't I tell you not to worry? (To Eddie) Vic was still worried just now.
Eddie: I'll drive you to Long Beach tomorrow. I will introduce Matthew to you and tell him what to do.
Vic: Great, man, thank you very much. (Pause briefly) When do you need me to do real work?
Joe: Well, now is a delicate juncture. Things are a little bit—
Eddie:—It's not easy to handle. We plan to hold a conference in Las Vegas. We are almost ready now.
Joe: Let the "good boy" arrange you in Long Beach first. Give you some money and dump that fucking Cohens first, and then we will talk to you again.
Eddie: Dad, I have an idea. I just heard about it outside. I know you don't like using lads to do those tasks, but technically, Vic is with those lads. He has been there for four years. He is not on anyone's list. You know he can control himself, you know you can trust him.
Joe looked at Vic. Vic had no idea what they were talking about.
Joe: How about you take five people to grab one?
Vic: What is it doing?
Joe: Two minutes, the most. But it was a difficult two minutes. You have to stay calm, during the day, during business hours, and deal with a bunch of people. But you can let your people deal with the crowd. This is a jewelry store. They are going to buy a large number of South African diamonds one day. It's a bit like a train station job. Pick up the goods the next day and deliver them to Hamburg. As soon as you step through the door, you will know where to find precious gems. The guys are all good. I picked it up with the "good boy". No one knows anyone, and no one has any contact with anyone. I never use people who are in contact with each other for this kind of work.
Vic: How to divide it?
Joe: Juicy, dude, really juicy.
"Toothpick" Vic smiled. "Good boy" Eddie also smiled.
Cut to -
15. Interior view of Eddie "Good Boy"'s car (driving) During the day,
"Good Boy" Eddie was driving to the agreed meeting place while talking on his mobile phone. Car radios are broadcasting songs from the 1970s, Edison Lighthouse's "Wherever My Rosemary Goes, Love Follows".
Eddie (to the phone): Hey, Astoria, we have a big business here. (Pauses) I know you know, I have to discuss with my dad first to see what he wants to do.
Flash connection-
16. Interior warehouse during the day
The policeman was standing in the middle of the warehouse with his hands behind his hands and in handcuffs. Mr. White, Mr. Pink, and Mr. Gold surrounded him and were beating him to death. The song "Love is Growing..." sounded on the vocal cords.
17. Cut back to the "big guy" Eddie
Eddie (on phone): I know everything Vic told me. He said that the place was a fucking shooting range. He took a policeman as a hostage, and just fucking escaped.
Flashing-
18.
The three men in the warehouse knocked the policeman to the ground.
19. Cut back Eddie
Eddie (on phone): I like kidding me? He stuffed the policeman into the trunk of the car and ran around fucking around. (Pause briefly) I don't know who did it. I don't know who has the goods, if anyone got the goods. Who is dead, who is alive, who is arrested, who is not arrested... I will know. I'm actually rushing there, but what should I tell those guys about Dad's decision? (Pauses) Are you sure he said that? (Pauses for a while) Okay, then I will tell them that.
Cut to-
20.
Outside the warehouse during the day there are three cars belonging to other guys parked outside the warehouse.
Eddie drove to the warehouse. He got out of the car and looked at the cars parked outside.
Eddie (talking to herself): Fuck idiot.
Eddie walked straight to the gate, slammed the gate open, and stepped into the warehouse.
21. During the day in
the interior warehouse, robbers tied the policeman to a chair while still beating him.
"Good boy" Eddie walked in and everyone turned around.
Eddie: What the hell is this?
Mr. Pink and Mr. White said in unison.
Mr. Pink: Hey, "good boy", we got a policeman.
Mr. White: What the hell are you asking? Where the fuck is Joe?
"Good boy" saw Mr. Orange.
Eddie: Damn it, this guy is fucking over!
Mr. White: Not the fucking yet. If we don't think of something for him, he will die in our hands.
Mr. Pink: We have been trapped. The police have been waiting for us a long time ago.
Eddie: What? No one wants to set up a set for anyone.
Mr. Pink: The police are indeed waiting for us there!
Eddie: fart.
Mr. Pink: Hey, fuck you, buddies. You were not there, we were there. And let me tell you that the police kept that store tightly closed.
Eddie: Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?
Mr. Pink: Do you fucking think we've already discussed it?
Eddie: So what is your answer? it's me? Do you think it was me who set you up?
Mr. Pink: I don't know. Someone got off the hook anyway.
Eddie: No one is under the trap. You idiots turned that jewelry store into a crazy western movie, and are still wondering how the police appeared.
Mr. Golden: Where is Joseph?
Eddie: I haven't talked to him. Astorf and I passed the conversation. Astoria said he will be here soon. He was in a hurry.
Mr. Pink (to Mr. White): I told you he is in a hurry.
Mr. White (pointing to Mr. Orange): What are you going to do with him?
Eddie: God, you fucking give me a breath. I still have a few questions, you know.
Mr. White: You can't die, but he will die.
Eddie: I will find someone.
Mr. White: Who?
Eddie: One who plays with snakes. What the fuck do you think? I will find a doctor to take care of him and heal him. Oh, where are Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue?
Mr. Pink: Brown is dead. We don’t know how blue is.
Eddie: No one has seen Mr. Blue's situation?
Mr. Golden: Well, he is either dead or alive or the police caught him or the police didn't catch him.
The camera moves into the middle shot of the police.
Eddie (outside the picture): I see, this is all you beasts have told me. (Referring to the policeman) Why are you hitting him?
Mr. Pink: Let him tell who the fuck gave us.
Eddie: Can you stop this shit behavior! If you fight this bastard enough, he will tell you who set the Chicago fire. There is no need to do this. Okay, business is the most fucking important thing, where are the goods? Please tell me what someone took.
Mr. Pink: I took a pack. I hid it and waited until I figured out that this place is not a police station.
Eddie: Okay, let's get it. We have to get rid of all those cars. The outside is like a thief's den parking lot. (Pointing to Mr. Golden) You stay here to take care of Orange and the policeman. (Mr. Pink and Mr. White) You two each drive a car, and I will follow you. You destroyed the car, I will take you back, and then we will go get those gems. On my way with you, I will arrange a doctor or something for our friend.
Mr. White: We can't give him to this guy.
Refers to Mr. Golden.
Eddie: Why?
Mr. White points to Mr. Golden-Mr.
White: Because this guy is a fucking psychopath. And if you think Joe will be anxious with us, then nothing compares to me being anxious with him. I don't agree with this beast.
Mr. Golden (to Eddie): You have seen it all, I have endured it and endured it. I was punched by him as soon as I walked in. I told him that you want us to act quickly, but Mr. White took out his gun and pointed it directly at my face. At the same time, he started yelling, "You bastard, I want to shoot you."
Mr. White: He It is the culprit that turned the jewelry store into a shooting range. (Referring to Mr. Pink) What's wrong with you, a silent accomplice? Tell him the fuck.
Mr. Pink: He looks normal now, but he is really crazy in the jewelry store.
Mr. White: This is what he did at the time.
Mr. White performed the situation where Mr. Gold shot at the jewelry store.
Mr. Golden: I told them not to touch the siren. They still touched. I beat them into a sieve. If they did not do what I forbid them to do, they would still be alive now.
Mr. White: Is that your excuse for killing?
Mr. Golden: I hate sirens.
Eddie: What does it have to do with who is guarding this policeman? We will not let him out. He has seen each of us. You shouldn't get him out of your car trunk in the first place.
Mr. Pink: We want to find out if he knows the trap.
Eddie: There is no fucking trap at all! (Eddie decides decisively) Listen, that's it, golden, you stay here and look after these two people. White and pink follow me, because if Joe came here and saw so many fucking cars parked outside, he would definitely be angry with you like me.
Eddie, Mr. White, and Mr. Pink walked out of the warehouse while talking.
22. Interior warehouse Mr. Jin Tian and Mr. Jin the police
closed the door behind them, and then slowly turned their heads to the police.
Mr. Golden: Finally there are only two of us left.
Police: I told you, I don't know anything about any fucking trap. I have only been a policeman for eight months, and no one told me anything! I don't know anything! If you want you can torture me-
Mr . Golden (outside the picture):-Thank you, you don't mind if I torture you.
Police: Your boss even said that there is no trap at all.
Mr. Gold (outside the picture): Let me make it clear first, I don't have a boss. Did you hear this clearly?
He slapped the policeman.
Mr. Golden (outside the picture): I am asking you a question. Did you hear this clearly
? Police: I heard clearly.
Mr. Golden (outside the picture): Now I will not talk nonsense with you. I actually don't care what you know and what you don't know. Anyway, I want to give you a taste. I don't want to know the truth, but calling a policeman can relieve me of boredom. There are some things you can't say, and some things you can't do, except begging for mercy.
He put a towel into the policeman's mouth.
The point of view of the police.
Mr. Golden walked away from the police.
Mr. Golden: Let’s hear how Kay-Billy’s "Super Voice of the Seventies" is sung.
He turned on the radio. The pop song "Mixed in You" by Stiller Weir came out of the speakers (the entire paragraph is subject to the length of the music).
Mr. Golden walked slowly to the police.
He opened a jackknife.
He grabbed a chair, put it in front of the policeman, and sat down on it.
Mr. Golden stared at the policeman's face (camera), holding the jackknife in his hand, and singing to the music in his mouth.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand like a cobra.
The policeman received a slap in the face.
The police (camera) jerked.
Mr. Golden still stared at the policeman's face (camera), singing along with that popular song from the 70s.
He suddenly reached out and cut off the police (us) ears.
The police (camera) shook violently.
Mr. Golden raised that ear for the police (us) to see.
Mr. Golden stood up and kicked the chair he was sitting on aside.
23. Interior/Exterior Warehouse During the day, holding a camera lens,
we followed Mr. Golden out of the warehouse...towards his car. He opened the suitcase and brought out a large barrel of gasoline.
He walked back to the warehouse again...
24. Interior warehouse during the day
... Mr. Gold carried the barrel of gasoline in his hand.
Mr. Gold poured gasoline on the policeman. The police beg for mercy.
Mr. Golden still sings with the voice of Steele Weir.
Mr. Gold struck a match and sang
: "Mr. Gold is standing on my left and J is standing on my right. I'm here, among you."
He walked to the police...
this When a bullet exploded in Mr. Golden's chest.
Holding the camera and flicking it to the right, we saw that the bloody Mr. Orange fired the shot.
The camera switches back and forth between the shot Mr. Golden and the shot Mr. Orange.
Mr. Golden fell to the ground and died.
Mr. Orange climbed up to the policeman, dragging a long blood trail behind him.
He crawled to the feet of the policeman and looked up at him.
Mr. Orange (weakly): What is your name? Police: Jeffrey.
Mr. Orange: What is Jeffrey?
Police: Jeffrey Andrews.
Mr. Orange: Listen to me, Jeffrey Andrews. I am a policeman.
Jeffrey: I know.
Mr. Orange (surprised): You know?
Jeffrey: Your name is Freddy or something.
Mr. Orange: Freddie Neventik.
Jeffrey: Frankie Fechetti why we did an introduction about five months ago.
Mr. Orange: Farting, I can't remember at all.
Jeffrey: I still remember. (Pauses slightly) How do I look?
Close-up of Mr. Orange's point of view, the young man's bloody face. The place where the ear was on the side of the head is now a hole.
Mr. Orange: I really don't know how to tell you.
Jeffrey began to cry.
Jeffrey: The fucking beast! That fucking lunatic beast!
Mr. Orange: Jeffrey, I want you to hold on. There were police officers outside, waiting to rush in.
Jeffrey: So what the fuck are they waiting for? That bastard has cut off my ears! He smashed my face! I was broken!
Mr. Orange: But I'm dying. They don't understand the situation. All they knew was that they had to wait for Joe Cabot to appear before they could act. I was sent in to catch Cabot undercover. You heard them all just now, and they said he was coming here. Don't break my business now, Jeffrey. We were sitting here bleeding, waiting until Joe Cabot stuck his fucking head through the door.
Cut to-
insert subtitles: "Mr. Orange and Mr. White"
25. Inside the fast food restaurant night,
a rude-looking black man named "Hide Away", he has a handful of "Malcolm X" moustaches , Wearing a green woolen hat with a red five-star on it, and wearing a military camouflage uniform. He was eating a piece of hamburger, sitting alone in a car seat, waiting for someone. While waiting for someone, he actually had eaten a whole bottle of tomato sauce with French fries, and it was not unintentional—this was precisely his hobby.
We saw Mr. Orange, now named Freddie Neventik, walking into this fast food coffee shop wearing a student outfit with letters printed on it. He saw "Hide away" at a glance and walked towards here. "Hide away." Seeing Freddy walking
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