Street Trash (1987)

[bunniefuu]

[Beeping, vehicle engine running]

[Air brakes hiss]

[Glass clinking]

[Glass clinks, metal thuds]

[Footsteps]

- [Farts]
- [Gasps]

- HOBO: sh*t!
- MAN: Drop that bottle!

Hey!

[Rapid footsteps]

Give me that bottle back!

You son of a b*tch!

- That's my bottle!
- HOBO: Come on, Ray.

- RAY: Come back here!
- HOBO: You can do better than that.

- RAY: I'll k*ll you, you little b*stard!
- HOBO: Come on.

RAY: [Panting]

- HOBO: [Laughs]
- RAY: I'll get you.

HOBO: [Continues laughing]

- RAY: I'll k*ll you.
- HOBO: Chomp on this, chump.

[Vehicle horn honks]

Whoa!

Oh, sh*t.

[Dogs barking]

Son of a b*tch!
Come back here, you little b*stard!

- Give me that g*dd*mn --
- Hey!

GRAY-HAIRED MAN: [Laughs]
You owe Bronson.

[Laughs] Huh?

- HOBO: as*h*le. Ha ha!
- I'll kick your a*s if I get you!

BROWN-HAIRED MAN: [Laughs]

sh*t!

- [Farts]
- You little piece of sh*t, ya.

What the f*ck?!

[Siren wailing]

GRAY-HAIRED MAN: [Laughs]

Now where you gonna run,
you stinking little dirt bag?

- Give my money.
- Look, guys, it's not my fault.

You got collision, right?

I want my money now!

Now I want my money.

Oh, sh*t!

[Grunting]

[Siren wailing continues]

- [Glass shatters]
- Get out of there!

- Get back.
- WOMAN: [Screaming]

Oh, sh*t, the building's on fire.

Look at -- It is! Look.

WOMAN: Oh, my God! Aah!

- sh*t!
- WOMAN: [Continues screaming]

[Grunts]

[Clattering]

Fire! Fire! Building's on fire!

- WOMAN: Aah!
- Don't take anything!

Just run for it! Go! Go!

[indistinct shouting]

[Shouting continues]

MAN IN BLUE SHIRT:
Look! There he is!

GRAY-HAIRED MAN:
Where's my g*dd*mn money?!

Bronson wants his money right now!

[Grunts]

Hey.

[Whirring]

Whoa.

Whoa.

[Grunts]

[Dog barking]

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to re-- tell you,

but they took my money this afternoon
while I was collecting it.

It's those damn kids
from the collision yard.

They grabbed me, took my money,
then ran away.

- WOMAN: [Whimpers]
- I'll rip the liver out of his a*s!

You take the northern quarter,

and you find
that infiltrating son of a b*tch!

Right now!

[inhaling deeply]

Hey, guy.-

Lookin' good.

[Springs squeaking]

Ride 'im, baby.

Filthy down here,
just like upstairs.

Nothing of value whatsoever.
Just a bunch of crap.

Unbelievable.

[Crack]

[Glass clinking]

[Grunts]

[Grunts, glass clinks]

What's this?

Look at this. Oh.

Jesus Christ.

This is a g*dd*mn mess.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

sh*t.

This stuff is about 60 years old.

[Chuckles]

Get a buck a bottle for that easily.

Might sell.

Can't wait to see my elegant clientele
start drooling over this rotgut.

Oh, Christ.

[Bell jingling]

HOBO: [Grunts]

You're a nice guy.

ED: Hey, Fred.
Early bird gets the worm, huh?

Ah, you just want
my one-eyed wonder worm, Eddie.

ED: That one-eyed wonder worm
has been dead for 20 years.

- Yeah. How's your daughter?
- ED: Ah, you'll never know.

- Place looks cleaner than usual.
- ED: Yeah, I swept it out once.

Ah. So, what you got for me today?

Today? Tenafly Viper.
One buck.

Buck? Not bad.

I thought you Jews usually try
to make more money than that.

Oh, you f*ck' b*stard.
[Chuckles]

[Bell jingles]

Hey, Steve.
Steve, watch out for that, will ya?

Hey! Oh, Christ.

Every time you come into
this f*ck' place, you wreck it.

- FRED: Gotta go, Ed.
- ED: Hey, Fred, what about the wine?

FRED: Eh, forgot my wallet.

Your clientele really is getting
quite shabby.

ED: Hey, come on.
Get -- Get up!

Come on. Get up.

Right near the good stuff.
Get up!

[Vehicle engine idling,
indistinct talking]

Hey.

WOMAN: I don't want you
near my f*cking car!

Get out of here!

as*h*le, get off of my car!
All of you!

Clean. Look at the window.
It's clean.

No, I don't want you to spit on it.
Get away!

Get away!

sh*t! Get away!

Honey, hurry up.
Let's make the light.

You know how much
I hate this neighborhood.

Honey, here comes one.

Oh, look!
Look what he's doing to the car.

Don't worry about it.

Everyone's got to make a living,
you know.

Honey.

MAN: Oh, give that up, will ya?
I'm only gonna...

Hi, how you doing there?
Vet, huh?

He's touching the car.

Look, I'll handle it.
It's okay, all right?

WOMAN: Look what he's doing
to the car!

- MAN: Let me take care of it.
- WOMAN: He's touching the car!

- [Engine revs]
- MAN: Let me handle it, okay?

Look what he's doing to the car.

How you doing?

You know, I'm a G3
at Fort Swansworth on weekends.

The reserves?

[Whispering]
Get him away from the car.

You know, and they -- they let me
sh**t one of those M12 machine g*ns.

You know,
those ones you guys had in 'Nam?

Pretty fun.

- Can you get this spot here?
- Get him away from the car!

- Just this spot --
- BRONSON: Make up your f*ck' mind!

MAN: [Screaming]

WOMAN: [Screaming]

Holy sh*t!

[Continues screaming]

BRONSON: Weekend warrior.

Oh, sh*t, that's f*ck' Bronson
over there, man.

Hey, where are you going?
What about this?

[Siren wailing]

PAULIE: [Coughing]

- FRED: Hey, Paulie.
- PAULIE: [Groans]

Hey, look.

Sorry about this morning, man,
but your money's gone.

Lost it in a garbage scoop.

PAULIE: If you hadn't got it,
Wizzy and Bronson would have got it.

FRED: Why don't you get
a death squad to wipe out Bronson?

I just saw my son, you know.

Is that right?

I hate to see him pissing his life away
on them g*dd*mn computers.

[Chuckles]
He wouldn't even buy me a drink!

Told you before, man,
those computer guys are all junkies.

[Clears throat] Ah, Freddie,
I -- I need your advice.

Uh, I, uh, I haven't had
a decent bowel movement in a month.

That's probably why your breath stinks
so f*ck' bad,

you walking A*DS factory.

Here's what you do.

Get some fiber,
mix it in with your hooch.

Raisins are good.
Anything with raisins.

Drink that down,
it'll clear you right out.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Good idea, Freddie.
Thank you. Thanks a lot.

- I'm not kidding.
- PAULIE: I'll see ya.

Phew.

[Blows raspberry]

Hey.

WIZZY: [Growling]

Where's the f*ck' money?

FRED: [Groaning]

You prick.

[Laughs] You dopey prick.

- [Laughing]
- FRED: [Groans]

[Hinges creak]

Ugh!

[Gurgling]

[Screaming]

[Continues screaming]

[Gurgling]

[Screaming]

[Hinges creak]

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

[Snoring]

[Whimpers softly]

WOMAN: [Growling softly]

[Murmurs]

[Continues growling]

[Bed springs squeak]

[Continues growling]

- [Barks]
- Freddie! Freddie!

[Gasps]

Wendy.

- I'm sorry.
- Must have been having a nightmare.

Yeah. I was.

I was about five years old,

and -- and there were these two dogs
on the front lawn, humping.

I would do whatever
my brother Freddie said.

So, Freddie goes, "Run!"
So I ran.

Next thing you know,
the dogs are humping me.

[Laughs]
Oh, how terrible.

Yeah, I can see how terrible
you think it is.

Oh, no, really, I think it's terrible,
but I -- I can't help laughing.

Funny thing is I still trust him.

WENDY: Well, how often
does he do things like that?

Not too often.
I guess that's why.

You had a house when you were little?

Yeah, with trees and grass
and a real street you could play in.

So, what brought the two of you
to this?

MAN: [over P.A.] Wendy!
Where the f*ck's lunch?!

If 300 pounds of cellulite could talk,
it's got to sound like that, right?

[Smooches]

MAN: [over P.A.] Wendy!
Where the f*ck are you?!

[Car door closes]

What the f*ck is this?!

I'm not paying you to babysit!

This must be some kind of feminist,
motherly bullshit tactic!

[Vehicle engines running]

Her a*s belongs in a seat
in my f*ck' office,

doin' work in my f*ck' business!

That's right, Mr. Schnizer,
my a*s belongs in a chair,

not in your lap, which is where
you keep trying to put it,

which I don't appreciate
one little bit.

Hey, I never force no woman
to do nothing

she wasn't dying to do
in the first place.

But that ain't the problem here.

The problem is that nursery you got
in my yard on my time!

They don't do nothing to you.

And what are you gonna do,
have 'em dragged off by the police?

You wouldn't do something that lousy.

Don't change channels, honey,

'cause I'm gonna take this finger
and put it on that dial and do it!

No, you're not, 'cause you can't afford
to lose me right now.

I'm running the place.

You wouldn't know
what to do without me.

Hey, you wouldn't walk out
on no $150-a-week job.

Hey, Frank, I'd do better
on unemployment.

Stay tuned, 'cause you're about to get
your last good look at my a*s

as I walk out of here!

- [Telephone ringing]
- SCHNIZER: Hey...

What's with you and those kids?

- [Ringing continues]
- I feel sorry for 'em, that's all.

Don't you have a heart
under there somewhere?

Why should I?
They're all bums!

They're runaways.

They'll be bums
if someone don't care for 'em.

My two sons went to trade school --
one in restaurant management,

the other is a custodial engineer
at the IBM building,

and they ain't bums, so how come?

Maybe they didn't have a father
as wonderful as you.

Ha ha. Hey, Frank,
isn't a custodian engineer a janitor?

Not at the IBM building,
you as*h*le!

[Laughter]

Shut the f*ck up!

[Laughter continues]

You want to be Florence Nightingale,
you do it on your own time.

You want to come back on Sunday
and read 'em bedtime stories,

that's fine, but not now!

[Men murmuring]

[Door opens, closes]

[Footsteps approaching]

Freddie.

Freddie, you dead, boy?
Wake up.

[Speaks indistinctly]

- [Laughs]
- Ah, sh*t, Burt.

Get that f*ck' thing off, man.

Ain't good for the image, Fred.

You looked too g*dd*mn comfortable.

People ain't gonna pity you no more.

Hell, I had to wake you up.

I don't know how I managed
to look comfortable.

f*ck' Wizzy planted his foot
halfway up my a*s.

Oh, well, he was just plantin' corn.

You get it? Corn!
His foot... in your a*s!

- [Laughs]
- [Laughs sarcastically]

Oh, where your sense of humor, boy?

FRED: I lost it when Wizzy
kicked me in the a*s.

Aw, and he got my f*ck' bottle
of Viper, man!

Wait, he didn't get it.

Paulie got it.

BURT: Phew!

I hope he used it for mouthwash.

Maybe I can get another bottle.

Ed's a sucker.

They're on sale, too.

[Hinges creak, bell jingles]

Hi, pal.

Put another bottle aside for me
a little later.

I put nothing aside for you.

I understand.

You... You think I got it easy?

I think you got it cheap.

I ain't talkin' about the wine, pal.
Not the wine.

Life! I'm talkin' about life!

What the hell are you talkin' about?

Just get your booze
and get out of here.

HOBO: Wait a minute.
I'm gonna tell you something.

And when I tell you,
then you'll understand,

and then you'll see that I'm right.

Sure, sure, sure.
What are you talkin' about?

What are you talkin' about?

HOBO: You think I got it easy
and you got it tough?

Nah.

See, that's what you think.

You think that's what you think.

When you think right,
then you'll understand,

and when I tell you,
then you're thinking,

ain't gonna be so right.

Take your stuff, get out.

I think you're ready.
I think the anvil's hot.

And I'm gonna tell it to you.

And when you know the truth,
you're on your own, pal.

So tell me.

In 1965, I bet it all.

Everything I had.

It was a long shot,
but there was nothing surer.

I bet everything!

My wife, my kids.

Everything went!

You're telling me.

I got married in this.

Yeah.

Ah, sh*t!

[Mutters indistinctly]

Ah, sh*t, pal!

Get a f*ck' job.

ED: Out. Out. Out!

HOBO: Who the f*ck
is running this place?

A real as*h*le.
as*h*le!

[Sighs]

WOMAN: I told him
not to go down that street!

Oh, God, he was just hanging there
through the window in his bow tie!

[Sobbing]

There was --
There was just so much blood.

Hey, you.
Come here.

You got ears, as*h*le?

Sorry, Officer.

You hang around that junkyard
on the Queens border?

Yeah, I'm a member
of the Flatbush Foot Brigade

out on unofficial business.

Flatbush Foot Brigade?

We got a killin' here.

Somebody got iced,

and it was probably
your shithead boss who did it.

Did you see him?

No! You got to take my word!
I really wasn't lookin'!

- That ain't good enough.
- Aah!

I can't do a $5 investigation
on 5 cents worth of sh*t.

But Bronson“ find out'!

Hey, listen.
Bronson don't scare me.

He's lower than dog sh*t.

You better get me something.

I'm gonna be here tomorrow,
and I'm gonna be here the next day,

and I... know... you.

Okay!

Take a f*ck' drink once in a while.
So what?

I got mugged, I got held up,
I got beaten,

I got thrown down a flight
of f*ck' steps --

couldn't find a cop.

I spit on a sidewalk, the whole
police department came down.

These f*ck' assholes.

f*ck those cops.
f*ck them.

Why do they got to be a --
Who wants to be a cop?

f*ck it. I got my own place.
A condominium.

[Laughs]

Nobody bothers me here.

I don't bother nobody.
They don't bother me.

Beautiful. Beautiful.
Beauti----

Hey, p*ssy.
p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy.

- Hey. Hiya, pal.
- [Lid unscrewing]

Hey, look what I got here.

One drink from this
and f*ck skim milk.

Here's to you, p*ssy.
[Laughs]

[Meows]

[Groaning and retching]

[Screaming]

[Dog barking, cat meows]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Screaming continues]

MAN: Huh.

Whoa!

[Cat screeches]

HOBO: [Screaming and gurgling]

MAN: [Groaning]

OFFICER: Holy sh*t!

MAN: [Screaming]

OFFICER: Hey! Hey!
Hold it. Hold it. Hey.

MAN: [Groaning]

My God! Jack!

OFFICER: Give me some
breathing room.

Get the f*ck back.

Get backup and an ambulance.

- Who saw it?
- I did. I--

- OFFICER: Where did it happen?
- Two blocks down.

OFFICER: Stop crowding.

Officer, he's in tremendous pain.
Can't you do something?

Lady, I can only save
one person at a time.

Why? Because he's a male?

Did anybody throw anything?

No, it just suddenly happened.
Suddenly --

- MAN: [Groaning]
- Can I talk now?

Why don't you do something
for this man

and stop following the rules?

Lady, what's the difference
between you and a tape recorder

except that I can't shut... you... off?

You know, you're the type of cop
that would use a traffic violation

as a ruse to pull me over
and r*pe me.

Baby, I ain't sure you don't got a c*ck.

Oh, snap!

[Laughter]

Yo, man, you told that b*tch, man.

BRONSON: Who's the man?
Talk to me.

WOMAN: [Moaning] Oh.
Oh, yeah.

- BRONSON: The only one, right?
- Yeah.

- I'm the only one.
- Yeah.

That's right.
You got that f*ck' right.

You got that right.

WOMAN: Give me a kiss.
You'll see.

BRONSON: Get down there.
Get down. Get down.

Yeah, come on, baby. Come on.
Yeah, yeah.

Come on, show the troops
what you're made of.

Come on, baby.

- Now, that's it.
- [Moans]

- Give it to me. Come on.
- You're the king.

- That's right.
- [Jet engines roaring]

WOMAN: I'm just a prisoner.

Air support!

Come on. Yeah.

WOMAN: I want you to f*ck me.
Come on.

[Moaning]

[Thud]

[Continues moaning]
Come on.

[Whining] Kiss my mouth, baby.
Come on.

Please.

Come on!

You dirty b*stard!

BRONSON: I'm number one, right?

- [Glass shatters]
- Who's the king?

[Chuckles]
You were hungry!

[Laughs]

How much did Mario give ya?

YOUNG MAN: Five bucks.

WENDY: Really?
That's not bad.

So, I notice you don't snore
when you sleep.

- YOUNG MAN: Is that unusual?
- WENDY: I think so.

Frank snores when he's awake.

- Fat Frank.
- [Laughs]

You f*cking as*h*le!

I know you just want to f*ck
that prissy-chick c**t!

Some man!

You can't even f*ck me anymore,
you b*stard!

[Whimpers]

WIZZY: [Laughing]

Don't you ever... ever b*tch at me
in front of the men again!

Do you hear me?

I'll fart in your ugly face.

- b*tch!
- [Groans]

[Laughing]

WOMAN: [Whimpering]

I used to make women like you
parade around the village bare-p*ssy!

b*tch!

[Laughing]

I don't know why you take as much sh*t
as you do from her.

Get her out of here.
Why is she here anyway?

[Laughs, gagging]

She handles my business affairs.

Okay. O-Okay.

I didn't know
she meant that much to you.

[Groans]

WOMAN: [Whimpering]

So she ain't no bathing beauty.

So what?!

She's better than most of the p*ssy
running around here.

That's certainly true.
[Laughs]

FRED: Hey, Wendy,
stay away from my younger brother.

He don't need no upside-down p*ssy.

BURT: [Laughing]

YOUNG MAN: Christ, Freddie.

FRED: It's just gonna confuse him.

BURT: [Laughing]

Freddie, do you have to?

FRED: Somebody's got to look
after you.

Yeah? Well, maybe I could
look after myself.

Hey...
Where the f*ck did you get this?

Mario. I was helping him
with a car before.

You know,
he's a pretty cool dude, man.

Maybe he can get your a*s a job.

sh*t, no, man.

Uh, why don't I take, uh,
three of these little scoots

and, uh, run us up a good meal, huh?

[Chuckles] Good luck, Burt,

but I don't know what you're gonna
get us for three bucks.

Well, that's 'cause you boys
haven't learned to shop frugal.

[Chuckles]

Which means he flips the butcher
the three bucks to fillet an alley cat.

sh*t.

Just you watch, Fred.
Tonight we gonna barbecue chicken.

[Chuckles]

I'll watch, but I don't think
I'll want to eat it.

[Vehicle engine idling]

[Sighs]

Can't deal with reality, Kevin.

I go all the way down the f*ck' block
to steal a bottle from Ed,

and then Paulie steals it from me.

Wizzy plants his foot
halfway up my a*s.

And I lose $3
in a g*dd*mn garbage crusher.

My only thrill of the day

was coppin' a cheap feel
off some bimbo in a Spanish hotel.

[Groans] sh*t.

Sounds like fun, Fred.

How come you didn't ask me to go?

Nah, you're much better off

staring up that gook wh*re's skirt
all day.

[Groans]

I can tell you're upset, Fred,
but I can't tell why.

No, you can't tell why!

'Cause you missed it when Dad
came home from 'Nam so f*cked up

we couldn't even watch
"Godzilla" movies

without him screaming
"Gook alert."

Dad really didn't let you watch
"Godzilla“ movies?

You were doing the backstroke
in his ba*ls.

Don't you remember?

WOMAN: [Smooches]

[Humming]

- Ohh!
- MAN: And a bottle of cognac.

BURT: How the hell do they think

somebody gonna come here
and shop?

sh*t, they got all these...
[Muttering indistinctly]

Mm-hmm!

Mmm...

[Gasps]

Well, what you starin' at, b*tch?

You're robbing the store, young man,
and I'm telling the manager!

[Scoffs]

Yeah, you do that!

Old, wrinkled, h*nky m*therf*cker.

- WOMAN: Oh, how dare you?
- sh*t.

Tellin' on me.

Well, what she think this is,
junior high?

sh*t.

[Humming]

Oh, hell, yeah. sh*t.

Excuse me, sir.

Well, hey, what do you say, brother?

Uh, hey, look, uh, can you tell me when
this here product expires?

I'd like to know what you're doing
with all that chicken in your pants.

Say what?

You heard me.

Well, yeah, I heard you,
but I don't understand,

because it's clear to me
that what I'm doing is shoppin'.

MANAGER: This lady said
that you were taking food

out of the display cases
and stuffing it down your pants,

and that certainly
seems to be the case to me.

Are you planning on paying
for this food?

No, I ain't plannin' to pay for it,
'cause I already purchased it!

This is all dog food on this list,

and that's chicken
coming out of your pants.

Say what?
Let me -- Let me see that.

[Muzak playing]

I don't see no dog food.

That's what the abbreviations
stand for.

Well, sh*t, that ain't my problem,
brother.

Can't help it if your cashier
see dog food for chicken.

Look, why don't you come with me?

And we'll get to the bottom
of this situation.

Come with you?

What you mean?

Now, this old h*nky, skim milk,
snitchy-a*s m*therf*cker

tell you somethin',
and you say, "Come with me."

Now, you takin' her word over mine.

Now, that's discrimination.

Now, why don't you
just pull down your pants

so we can all see the lily-white paint
on your Haitian black a*s?

Look, either you come with me now
or I get the security.

Hey, now you're talkin', bro.

I'm gonna report you to your superiors.

f*ck' jelly-a*s n*gg*r

take a senile granny b*tch's word
over mine.

Well, we gonna see
what the gendarmes think of this.

Watch this one, now.

[Glass shattering]

- Whoo!
- WOMAN #2: Did you see that?

[indistinct shouting]

OFFICER: So, there's three now.
Sounds like a serial k*ller.

This guy went straight down the toilet.

Don't have a cause of death,
but I'll have it.

Maybe I'll get something for you.

What causes this sh*t?
Could it be that fire jelly from 'Nam?

Napalm?

Yeah.

Nah, napalm don't work like this.

[Door opens]

JIMMY: Hey, Bill.

[Door closes]

Hey, Jimmy!

JIMMY: How you doing?

What's up, Roman?

- ROMAN: How are you?
- Good.

What the hell is going on here?

Man, what the hell is this sh*t?

BILL: You got the post.

Who do I talk to?
I need a canary.

Well, this is the guy you can't talk to.

But the big guy is Bronson.

- BILL: That name again.
- Yeah. He's the man.

BILL: Well, I guess I'm gonna have
to get down to the inevitable --

Check out Mr. Bronson.

The guy is a psycho.

He was a hit man over in 'Nam,

and he was selling dope
over there, too.

Finally he was dishonorably discharged,
Section 8.

[Chuckles]

He's got a -- got a knife
made out of human femur bone.

ROMAN: [Chuckles]

- Sounds like my kind of guy.
- JIMMY: [Chuckles]

BILL: I don't care what degree of scum
he is, I want him.

Yeah, well,
maybe we ought to pay him a visit.

You're a mind reader.

When?

How about yesterday?

[Chuckles]

- Well, I'm working p*ssy posse
tonight, so...

Cut the crap, guys.

Look at my masterpiece.

[Groans]
What the hell is that?

Jesus, Roman.
Oh, man.

Good assembly.

If it had a smile, it'd be a Mona Lisa.

That's a good point.

Well, normally the skels
start terrorizing the street

and we go in and kick a*s,

but Bronson, he's been keeping things
real secret.

We haven't had any real complaints yet,
so... we're stuck.

Tell you what.

You go in with me tomorrow,

and I'll help you
with your spiked heels tonight.

Maybe we'll get some sh*t from them.

All right. You're on.

Now, don't go in there by yourself.

I'm warning you, all right?
You wait for me.

[Insects chirping]

BRONSON: 17th parallel.

Rations are scarce.

WOMAN: [Humming]

Republic of Vietnam.

These boys were pinned down
by a typewriter,

a f*cking firefight at the LZ...

[chuckles] and a g*dd*mn f*g wonderboy.

[Laughing]

I, uh...

bumped it in the day before.

[Burps]

BRONSON: [Speaks indistinctly]
Up at Hon Gai.

The Air Force, the, uh... B-52,
the dogfight.

Out of a hospital, man,
with 300 doctors and patients.

It was a w*r atrocity!

It was a f*cking w*r atrocity.

Civilians.
Women and children!

WOMAN: [Continues humming]

WIZZY: [Sighs]

BRONSON: The squad called on me.

"Bronson!

Go to Bronson!"

I jumped into the bush.

[Laughs]

Double-timed Charlie back

with my flash suppressor
running through the back of his skull.

[Laughs]

[Cackles]

Slope shish kebab.

Outstanding chow.

[Laughs]

Out-f*cking-standing chow, man!

[Laughter]

BURT: Here, Fred. Slide some of this
down them pearly gates.

Good for whatever ails you.

Protects you from tetanus,
whooping cough, and VD.

FRED: I'm sorry, Dr. Burt,

but I don't drink anything
I can't identify.

What do you call this stuff, anyway?

- KEVIN: Let me try some.
- Sneaky Pete.

My own personal stock.

That stuffs been aging
for about five years.

Gulped that whiskey, son,
since I was living on 7th and 48th.

sh*t, now I remember
where I seen that son of a b*tch!

FRED: What son of a b*tch? Who?

That big cop that's been
hanging around here lately.

FRED: Oh, big guy, blond hair,
looks like he escaped...

- ...from Muscle Beach?
- KEVIN: Yeah.

Yeah. Hell, he must have busted me


You know,
they had better food uptown.

So, how in the hell I end up here?

Hey, what the hell is he doing
down here, is what I'd like to know.

Well, the way I get it,

now, he got taken down
about a year ago

in one of them gunfights
with some of them Rastafararians.

[Chuckles]

Now, from what I hear tell,

they took him off the front line,
sending him here.

Kind of a desk job, you know.

I get the feeling
he don't take that too kindly, either.

Well, f*ck him, Burt.

He tried to sweet-talk me
this morning,

but I smelled the bacon
through his act.

[Sighs]
Let's give this a try.

Just desperate enough
to get a buzz off.

[Up-tempo music plays on radio]

[Spits] Jesus!
Did you piss in this or something?

- [Coughs]
- Just a little.

- Thin it out, you know.
- [Coughing]

BURT: Time to boogie off
these gourmet vittles, boys.

FRED: g*dd*mn.

Where'd he get that Walkman?

He subscribe to "Time" magazine
or something?

BURT: Look out, James Brown!

Yeah!

KEVIN: Freddie...

Hey, Freddie!

[Insects chirping]

[Scoffs] Jeez.

[Chirping continues]

[Snoring]

[Whispering in Vietnamese]

[Metal scraping]

[g*nf*re]

[Heart beating]

[Screeching and hissing]

[Whispering resumes]

[Hissing continues]

[Screaming]

WOMAN: [Screaming]

[g*nf*re]

[Beating continues]

[g*nf*re continues]

[Screaming]

[Laughing]

[Bombs falling]

[Explosions]

[Screaming]

[g*nf*re]

[Gasps]

Who was on watch?!
Who had f*cking watch?!

Who had f*cking watch?!
Who was on watch?!

Number f*cking 11!
General Order, number 11.

"To be especially watchful at night
and during the time for challenging,

to challenge all persons
on or near my post..."

Hey. Ed!

Hey, Ed, you in there?

f*ck' guy.

WOMAN: [Coughing]

[Indistinct talking on radio]

[Mimics coughing]

Nicky... I'm not feeling too good.

- No kidding.
- WOMAN: Nicky.

Nicky, let's go home.
I feel so horny.

All right!

Oh, don't get that on me.

- I want you all the way in me.
- You do?

Say, I can't feel any underwear
down there.

I could really get into that.

Nicky, I want you
all the way in me, okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay?

- Oh, man, don't get your puke on me.
- [Coughing]

FRED: Right over there.

Oh, you like that, huh?

WOMAN: Nicky?

- Yeah.
- Whoa!

- Let's get laid.
- Ooh, let's.

Yeah, let's. [Chuckles]

You like that stuff, huh?

Let's f*ck now.

Nicky, let's not wait.
Let's do it now.

- Right here on the ground?
- Nicky, let's now.

Let's do it right now.

FRED: You know, I'd hate to start you
bleeding on the street instead.

WOMAN: Nicky? [Laughs]

It's all right. She had a bit too much
of the good stuff.

Nicky thought I should take her home.

WOMAN: Whoa!

[Thud]

I want you all the way
up in my womb, okay?

[Laughs]

- Nicky...
- FRED: Yeah?

WOMAN: Let's get laid.

[Italian music playing]

MAN: Get Duran.

[Laughter]

- Thanks a lot.
- Can you believe him?

What a loser!

Hey, Barbie and Ken...

[Scoffs] Look at this c*cksucker.
He's eating chicken.

He's supposed to be watching
the f*cking door.

Hi, Mr. Duran.
It's good to see you.

"How are you, Mr. Duran?"

Mr. Duran my a*s.

Did you see somebody leave the alley
with that lady I was with?

I didn't see anything.
I just came out for some air, you know.

It was a little crowded inside.
I came out, I saw some guy in there.

He was going through the garbage.
Some... Some stink b*mb, you know?

Real bad odor.

He was poking around.
He was stinking up the place.

He smelled
like my grandmother's hamper.

I didn't want to make the business
bad for you here.

[Groans]

I wouldn't lie. I swear to God.

I swear to Joseph, Jesus,
and Mary on the cross.

Why would I lie to you?

You know -- You know you're
a big man around here.

You saw her with me
a hundred f*cking times.

Why didn't you come in and call me,
you f*cking imbecile?

You f*cked up.
You know that, don't you?

- Take a walk.
- I'm sorry.

God bless you.

You're a real as*h*le.

[Italian music continues]

Blimp.

[Snoring]

- FRED: [Laughs]
- Look, the doorman.

- FRED: He's so tired.
- He shouldn't be sleeping.

FRED: What do you want?
Come on, baby. Just keep walking.

- WOMAN: What's that?
- [Fire crackling]

- Let's go play, Nicky! Let's go.
- Okay.

He's got a girl with him!

FRED: Would you like that?

[Both laugh]

Nicky, look at all the cars!

So many cars!
[Chuckles]

Is this your brother's dealership?

Sure is.
Anything you wanton the lot is yours.

Let's take one.
Let's -- Let's take all of them.

[Laughs]

This is fun, Nicky.

[Growling]

WOMAN: [Speaking indistinctly]

[Laughs]

Oh, okay, okay, okay.
Where are we? [Laughs]

Uh, we're gonna get into
some vaginal products.

[Growling]

WOMAN: Nicky, come on!

Come here.

Whoa!

[Chuckles] Come here.

- What'?
- Come here!

[Grunts]

[Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN: Whoa! [Laughs]

Come here.

[Laughs]

- Kiss. I want a kiss.
- No.

- Yes.
- N o.

- I want a kiss.
- Ow.

- [Laughs] Sorry.
- That's all right.

Okay, then, let's f*ck if we can't kiss.

- Yeah, let's f*ck.
- Yes!

Wait, I want to kiss you.

- FRED: No, stop.
- Come here.

Freddie, what the hell are you doing?

Kevin!

Get out of here!

This isn't any place for a boy.

Get out of here,
you f*cking little voyeur.

- WOMAN: Some kiss!
- KEVIN: Very tactful.

- Wait.
- Close the door!

Ow!

WOMAN: I like to do it like,
first start by 69, and then --

FRED: 69? I can't count that high.

- WOMAN: And then --
- How about 68?

You blow me, and I owe you one.

[Chuckles]

[Laughs]

And then -- Whoa.

Come on, come on.

Were you born stupid
or did you study?

I like it when you do that rough stuff.

Like, a total turn-on.

WOMAN: [Moaning]

WIZZY: Ah! Whoo!

Holy! Get back in the saddle.

Whoo!

WOMAN: [Screams]

WIZZY: Whoo.

Shut up, baby.
You love it and you know it.

WOMAN: Whoa!

[Means]

- Oh!
- FRED: Yeah!

Oh, God!

[Both moaning]

WOMAN: [Screams]

- [Laughs]
- Oh, man!

The bed fell!

No f*cking kidding.

The bed fell.

Now kiss.

Get the f*ck away from me.

[Laughing]

Wait.

- FRED: I got mine. You get yours.
- Okay, kiss now.

- [Laughs]
- [Crowd shouting indistinctly]

Again!

More, please.

WIZZY: Let's rip this thing
to the ground!

WOMAN: Okay. Again.

[Screams] Ow!

[Sobs] Stop! Stop!

[Screams]

Nicky! No! No! Stop!

Stop! Nicky!

Stop!

[Sobs, screams]

Stop!

You're hurting me! Stop!

MAN: Save some for me, boys!

[indistinct shouting]

Leave me alone!

[Laughs]
Let's hit him up!

- Let's hit him up!
- Why, you -- Get out of here!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
This guy's fighting back!

[Laughs]

Throw a little gas on your a*s, as*h*le!

How do you like fire, pops?

Hey, man, do you know
how to spell scum?

Yeah, gasoline
will make you clean, as*h*le.

We got to go, man!

Ya lousy f*cking hippies!

[Dog barking, indistinct talking]

They tried to k*ll me, old man.

What are you guys doing?

[indistinct shouting]

Oh, sh*t!

God Almighty, this is beautiful.

A smorgasbord.

[Laughs]

Man, I must be in heaven.

Thanks, God.

WOMAN: Who let the c*ck
in here?!

- Get him out of here.
- WIZZY: No problem, ladies.

I haven't showered
in a couple of months.

[All shouting indistinctly]

Get this smelly m*therf*cker
from under my nose!

Who do you want,
William B. Williams, lady?

Billy Dee Williams, as*h*le!

Billy Dee Williams.

Jimmy, why don't you take
this piece of sh*t to your place, huh?

- Jeez.
- WOMAN: Yeah, get him out of here!

Get him out of here!

JIMMY: Why don't you dream
about your next blow job, huh?

BILL: You shut the hell up.

Shut the f*ck up!

Hey.

If you can come up
with the money, honey,

I'll throw the nose clips in
for nothing.

- Ugh!
- Ew!

If that's the case,
I'll take it out of my next paycheck.

Show me what you got, honey.

I got -- I got my prized
life's possessions here.

Hey.

Could be for us... us.

Hey!

Picked up a couple of your buddies.
They were in terrible shape.

What about it?

They were f*cking melted.

Melted? [Laughs]

- Melted!
- Hey, I think this guy needs a shower.

JIMMY: [Chuckles]

Shower, yeah.
He's gonna give me a shower.

Bullshit.

[Women scream]

I need some information.

Okay, what do you need?

What do you need?
I'll tell you whatever you want.

About Bronson.

Oh, you know the man.

Bronson. I don't want any showers.
I don't want to know any of this sh*t.

Now just leave me alone!

[Women gasp]

- He's pissin'!
- [Women scream]

What do you think this is,
a piss house on wheels?

f*ck it.

- Shower.
- WIZZY: No!

Not a shower!

[Coughing]

[Vehicle engine running]

WENDY: Mr. Schnizer, get off of me!

SCHNIZER: Oh, come on.
Give me a kiss.

Jesus Christ.
What am I, poison?

No, you're dead weight!

Now get off of me
before my t*ts come out my back!

[Groans]

Oh, I can't stand it!

I'm reporting you
to the Better Business Bureau!

This is r*pe!

SCHNIZER: r*pe?
[Shouts indistinctly]

WENDY: [Screams]

- SCHNIZER: Oh, come on.
- WENDY: Get off of me!

And I'll give you a $5 bonus.

$5? Is that all you think I'm worth?!

Ow!

That's nice.

[Chuckles]

- WENDY: [Screams]
- SCHNIZER: [Laughing, growling]

Schnizer, get the hell off of me!

[Shouts indistinctly]

SCHNIZER: [Grunts]

[Gurgles]

Mr. Schnizer?

[Grunts]

Mr. Schnizer?

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, don't drop dead on me!

Oh!

- [Telephone rings]
- They'll never find me!

[Screams, grunting]

Oh! Oh!

[Ringing Stops]

Oh, God, please don't stop.
[Grunts]

Well, if you don't want me to stop,
I won't stop.

[Laughs]

Oh, you f*ck!
You miserable, lousy f*ck!

How do you know?
We ain't even done it yet.

Oh, you scared the sh*t out of me!

I thought you had a heart attack
and I was stuck here!

[Chuckles] Well, you could have
chewed your way out.

- [Laughs]
- [Screams]

Oh, stop it.

Ow! What'd you do that for?

To get you off of me, you pig!

Hey, I was only wanting to do
a little dictation.

Mr. Schnizer, I'm warning you.
Stay away.

Hey, well, you was laughin'.
How about a 10-buck raise?

Ow!

Take a shower!
Walk your dog!

What the f*ck is this, anyway?

I'm runnin' a salvage yard,
not a day-care center.

I got a million-dollar operation here.

She's playing patty-cake
with some underage jerks.

Ow!

Don't do that!

Mornin'!

Who the f*ck are you?

Nice day.

Get out of my yard, you bum!

I don't need this.

I already got trouble with my kids,

my wife, my business,

my secretary, the bums,

the runaways, the roaches,

prickly heat, and a h*m* dog.

This just ain't my day.

[Whistling]

[Chuckles]

♪ If I could be with you ♪

♪ One hour tonight ♪

♪ If I was free to do ♪

♪ The things I might ♪

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo ♪

[Sings indistinctly]

[Spits]

WOMAN: [Laughing]

[Speaking indistinctly]

Scare, bad, bad.
Scare, boy.

Come on. [Screams]

[Groans]

[Growls]

FRED: sh*t!

BRONSON: Dead end, dirtbag.

- [Screams]
- Not gonna get away this time.

[Screams, gagging]

[Coughs]

[Gagging]

You owe me money, sucka!

[Scoffs]

[Sighs]

[Growls]

- [Chuckles]
- [Growls]

- Huh?
- [Gasps]

Huh?!

Useless a*s sh*t!

[Screaming]

Whoa!

- [Whimpering]
- BRONSON: Here. Suck on this.

Banzai!

MAN: Toss the d*ck!

INJURED MAN: Holy f*cking sh*t!

[Laughter]

[Continues laughing]

Give me back my property!

[Laughs]

- Oh, no! No!
- MAN #2: There she goes!

Holy sh*t!

[Laughter continues]

For God's sakes, get it on ice!

Get the f*ck' thing on ice!

[Laughter continues]

[Whimpering]

Over here. Over here.

[Screams, sobs]

Yeah!

MAN #3: Ah, sh*t!

sh*t! Take it to the free clinic
on 4th Street and --

Aah!

[Groans]

[Laughter continues]

[Continues laughing, stops]

[Chuckles]

INJURED MAN: [Screaming]

Yuck!

I got it! I got it!

[indistinct shouting]

Ooh-hoo!

[Tires squeal]

No f*ck' way!

[Children screaming]

[Laughter]

WOMAN: Yeah, Frank?

I'm in f*ck' jail.

I need some money.
You got to come and get me now.

And I'm not making any money in here.

YOUNG MAN: Get off my g*dd*mn
arms, you f*ck' porkers!

Get him the f*ck out of here
right now!

YOUNG MAN:
Get off me, you stupid dicks!

Anything new on the burn victim?

Nope, but we found a floater
in a collision-yard creek.

Female, brunette, Caucasian.

- She belong there?
- Not from the manicure.

Looks like it's Nick Duran's girlfriend.

Duran. [Sighs]

That's all we need now.

- Who found her?
- It's on the chart.

Hey, come on.
I read like old people f*ck.

[Laughs]

The doorman saw a young bearded
derelict taking her away.

Who lD'ed her?

Duran. He's in there now.

[Telephone rings]

Yeah, keep starin' at me, kid.

This f*ck' guy wasn't here
with a g*n,

you know how long you'd last?

[Chuckles]
Not two seconds you wouldn't last.

What a f*ck' mistake,
the day I hired this rat.

I should have k*lled you that day.
I knew you were no f*ck' good.

- How are you?
- How am I?

BILL: Duran.

Yeah, what do you want?

I'm Bill James,
and it went down in my district.

Look, man, I know it's a terrible thing,
and my heart bleeds for you,

but don't take it out on the street.

Let me do my job.

Hey, what are you talkin' about?
I'm not a violent guy.

You know me.
I wouldn't do nothing like that.

DOORMAN: [Chuckles]
Don't listen to him.

Yesterday, him and a cook were waiting
for me to get off of work.

They were gonna make me
tomorrow's veal chops.

- You know what I mean?
- Look at this f*ck' rat.

He's got diarrhea of the mouth again.

Hey, listen.
I always kept my mouth shut.

I don't want no trouble.

The time you put car wax on a roast
duck 'cause you ran out of glaze?

Cigarette butts in the stew?

Health hazards?
You know what I'm talking about?

I never said nothing.
But last night, that's it.

I hurt my arm on the door.

Let me tell you something.
You see this f*ck' rat?

On account of him, my girl is dead.

You know where he was
when my girl got m*rder*d?

When that degenerate dirtbag took her
out of the alleyway and k*lled her?

The only f*ck' thing
I ever loved in my life,

and now she's gone
on account of this stool pigeon.

DOORMAN: Yeah, you love her, huh?

How come she was in the alley
for 20 minutes throwing up?

The stink of vomit's
what attracted the wino --

- BILL: Calm down.
- f*ck' rat. I'd like to choke you.

I'm gonna say this again.

Hey, don't point your f*ck' hand
in my face.

- I'm gonna say this again!
- Take a walk.

- And not so nice!
- Say what you want to say.

Don't step on my toes.
Is that clear?

Yeah. It's clear.

DOORMAN: Hey, Duran.
You wrinkled my collar.

Mm-hmm. Some 'gob.

I should have known better
than to get involved with Italians.

Everybody's a hotheaded gangster.
Everybody's Mr. Mafia.

Ha, the don. The don of d*uche bags.
That's what you are.

- BILL: Hey, kid.
- I'll tell you something, Nick.

"Nick the d*ck" -- That's what they
call you behind your back, you know.

- Hey, kid.
- You and your restaurant.

Your stinkin' restaurant.

He thinks he's in the mafia.
Wears white shoes, right?

- Hey, kid.
- Thinks he's a big shot.

- Hey, kid.
- Huh?

What are you trying to do?
I can't protect you 24 hours a day.

No, they got
a witness protection program

where you enroll and...

No, it's like I --
I turn in evidence for you.

You know what I mean?

Hold on to Duran as long as you can.

What is it,
a federal thing or something or...

Is it federal?

[Mutters indistinctly]

You're a f*ck' dead man,
you f*ck' rat.

Do you know
what a f*ck' dead man is?

That's what you are --
a f*ck' dead man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you something.

I'd rather be dead
than wear this f*ck' monkey suit.

I look like Bullwinkle.

Your wish is gonna come true.

- Don't worry about it.
- Yeah?

Jesus.

My mother weeps when I go home
'cause I work for you.

She weeps.

I hope she's got a black dress,
'cause she's gonna need it.

[Door closes]

[Urinating]

[Zipper unzips]

[Whispers] Phew!

Hey, kid?

Think you can do two things at once?

I think so. Yeah.

Well, say your prayers now.

'Cause I got a little present for you.

From the guy
whose girl you stole last night.

[Zipper zips]

FRED: f*ck you, d*uche bag!

[Groaning]

Hey, the hit's on
for the broad-in-the-creek's k*ller.

No f*cking kidding!

Whoa.

You have a permit for that?

Wouldn't you rather die in combat
than rot in jail?

f*ck it. Why not?

- [Grunts]
- [Groans]

[Groaning]

[Gasps]

[Both grunting]

Holy sh*t!

HIT MAN: [Groans]

BILL: [Grunts]

[Retches]

[Urinal flushes]

[Toilet flushes]

Ugh.

BILL: Keep your hands off
the local talent, kid.

You're in trouble as it is.

FRED: Thanks.

We'll go drinkin'.

SCHNIZER: Hey!

Officer!

Hey!

Who was that guy?

Is this about the dead girl?

Hey, what the f*ck's going on?!

There were layers of semen
inside her body.

It was the scum from the junkyard.

But we'll be back tonight
to clean them out.

Hey, can you tell
whose semen is whose?

Yeah, but they won't.

But the third from the last
had syphilis.

Well, if, uh,
I can do anything, Officer,

you let me know.

Come down by the station
in about an hour.

Bring your yardmen.
We'll take statements then.

BRONSON:
[Laughing in the distance]

[Car engine turns over]

What the f*ck do you want?

Thanks for complying with the law.

Here's a reward for you.

That's what's left
of your messenger boy.

Let me tell you something, as*h*le.

You f*cked up this time.
You're out of your league.

That's right, you, as*h*le.
You're out of your league.

You should have never got
involved in this.

You understand what I'm telling you?

Maybe you made your last mistake.

Let's get this sh*t over right...

Hey, let's get out of here.
Come on. Drive the f*ck' car.

KEVIN: Come on, man, who was it?

Oh, nothing,
just the Good Humor man.

Wanted to know
if I wanted a Fudgsicle Twist.

Hey, what the f*ck do you care
what I do on my time?

I care. I'm your brother. All right?

Kevin, your purpose in life
isn't taking care of me, all right?

I have enough problems

without having to put up
with your prepubescent, crybaby fits!

So, why don't you buy a subscription
to "Nippon Knots" magazine

and get the f*ck off my back?!

That's another thing, Freddie.
Why don't you lay the f*ck off her?

You talk about wanting
a roof over your head.

You get caught
f*cking Schnizer's babe,

and we're both gonna be out of here!

I know where you're at with that, kid.
You're just going Oedipal.

You want to f*ck your mother.
I think it's real disgusting!

Will you get off that?

You bring it up all the time,
and I'm sick of it!

I brought it up three times,
and it's true!

What's wrong?
We used to really hit it off.

Now we just don't communicate anymore.

Freddie, our lives
are getting screwed up,

and you're getting a big kick
out of it.

Well, you know
what you've done, Kevin?

You've given me a meaning in life.
You've given me a goal.

And that's to get you
the f*ck away from me!

[Car door opens, closes]

Where am I supposed to go?

WOMAN: [Groaning]

- [Gasps]
- [Laughing]

Ugh!

[Humming]

[Screams]

[Grunts]

- [Screaming]
ya!

[indistinct shouting]

[Groaning and grunting]

Yee-ah!

[Chuckling]

[Screams]

[Gasps]

[Gasping]

[Grunting]

BILL: [Gasping]

Y ay'!

BRONSON: [Whistling "Taps"]

[Urinating]

[Laughing]

[Glass clinks]

[Bell jingles]

f*ck you!

Give me a bottle of booze.
Here's my dollar.

Suck my d*ck!

Here's your booze.

Suck your own d*ck, you schmuck!

All right, look, Ed,
I'm gonna level with you, all right?

- I had a shitty day.
- I don't care.

- My brother's giving me sh*t.
- Brother's giving you sh*t...

- A cop's on my a*s.
- Cop is on your a*s...

And a hit man tried to k*ll me,
o-f*cking-kay?

Yeah, o-f*cking-kay.
O-f*cking-kay.

You been drinking too much
of this sh*t, you lunatic.

Why don't you get the f*ck
out of here?

Go f*ck your dog, Ed.

ED: Very pleasant.

Very witty, prick-lips.

You can go f*ck my dog.

No wonder they pulled this poison
off the market.

There must have been some sh*t
in this stuff.

[Stomach rumbling]

[BurpS]

[Sloshing]

[Coughing]

[Coughing continues]

[Farting]

Ugh!

Aah!

Whoa-a-a-a-a!

[Grunting]

[Sizzling]

Ow!

Holy sh*t.

Gotta tell Ed.

[Sizzling continues]

[Chuckles]

That Wizzy, what a h*m*!

"I: Laughs]
"Hmm?

Wizzy's an as*h*le,
and Wizzy's a schmuck.

- Wizzy's a bum.
- WIZZY: [Growling]

[Groaning]

Ha! What do you got to say now,
you turd?

You gonna kick me in the face,
m*therf*cker?

Yeah, uh-huh, that's right.

You just behave yourself, you as*h*le.

And I'll hold on to this for Freddie.

Freddie, Freddie, you all right, man?
Say something to me.

[Whispering]
Give him back the bottle.

- What'?
- Give him back the bottle.

Give him back the bottle, Burt,
you as*h*le.

- Give it back to him. Give it back!
- BURT: What are you talking about?

FRED: Give him back the bottle.
Give it back to him.

- BURT: No way. Really?
- Give him back the bottle.

Burt, look out!

Ohh! Ohh!

WIZZY: [Laughs]

Here we go.

[Laughs]

Look at this sh*t.

Wizzy, don't drink it.

Look, it's been days
since I've had a drink, man.

I'm sick.
I'm shittin' in my pants, Wizzy!

Look, do what you want to Burt.

He's black.
No one's gonna give a sh*t about him.

There's enough of them
as it is already.

But... don't drink my Viper!

[Laughs]

You want your Viper, huh?

You got to learn to respect the Wiz,
you piece of sh*t.

Now watch this disappear.

You're lucky I didn't k*ll you,
you b*stard.

Watch.

Ohhh...

- [Stomach rumbles]
- [Laughing]

Aah!

Wizzy!

[Ripping]

Wizzy, you h*m*!

[Screaming]

[Retching]

- [Bottle clinks]
- [Continues screaming]

Jesus.

Whoa!

[Continues screaming]

sh*t.

[Gurgling and murmuring]

[Shudders]

Burt! Burt!

[Continues gurgling and murmuring]

[Speaks indistinctly]

- I love ya, but I gotta go.
- [Groans]

Gotta go tell Ed.

BURT: Wait.
Bring me back a pint, man.

[Panting]

Ed!

[Groaning]

Wizzy just melted all over the place!

It's from the Viper.

Oh, sh*t!

[Continues groaning]

Don't drip on me, Ed!

Don't drip on me, man!

[Continues groaning]

Don't drip on me!

[Gurgling]

[Screaming]

What the f*ck?!

[Grunts]

DRIVER: m*therf*cker!

I'll carve you into steaks,
you little b*stard!

Get outta here!

[g*nf*re]

[Sobbing]

[BurpS]

WENDY: [Laughs]

I remember one time
we went to Coney Island,

and I had a runny nose,

and someone hit me so hard
in the bumper cars

that I swallowed all my snots.

Bang! [Snorts]

[Laughs]

You know what I mean?

Scared the sh*t out of me.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

I almost forgot about that.

I think you should forget about that.

You greedy, scum b*stard!

You never share the goods!
Never!

Well, I want some!

BRONSON: You b*tch!

You never defile me like that
in front of the men!

What men?

Your troops have deserted you,
scumbag!

[Chuckles]

[Growls]

[Screaming]

Sarah!

What the f*ck is happening?!

[Gurgling]

[Howling]

Frank and the boys are gone.

We got an hour... at least.

KEVIN: [Moans]

Yeah.

[Screams]

WENDY: [Screaming]

[Screams]

[Screams]

[Grunting]

I'll find ya.

[Humming]

[Gasps]

Inferior slug.

[Screaming]

[Gurgling]

[Gasps]

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Growls]

- Oh, sh*t.
- f*ck!

Baby-faced thief f*ck.

I'm gonna take you out!

KEVIN: [Panting]

BRONSON: [Grunts]

Yam

[Whimpers]

BRONSON: Yah!

KEVIN: [Gasping]

BRONSON: [Groans]

KEVIN: [Screaming]

[Grunts]

f*ck' little street traa-a-a-sh!

[Screams]

- [Groans]
- BRONSON: [Grunts]

KEVIN: Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

[Panting]

- Freddie.
- Look out, Kevin. I got some a*mo.

Hey, as*h*le!

Come on, pick on someone
half your size!

[Grunts, glass shatters]

[Sizzling]

My face!

What the f*ck did you throw at me?

I'll squash you into wet flesh,
you little f*ck-worm!

Dead maggot sh*t.

Dead maggot sh*t!

[Screams]

FRED: [Screaming]

[Groaning]

[Shouting indistinctly]
Stop it!

- BRONSON: f*ck.
- [Screams]

- Wendy!
- BRONSON: Meet your ancestors.

[Groaning]

[Gagging]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Screams]

[Groans]

["We Do Things My Way"
plays on radio]

DOORMAN: You know, Mr. Duran, uh,

that stuff I said about the roast duck
and the glaze with car wax, that was --

I was just kidding around.
It looked like you needed a laugh.

We all needed a laugh that night, huh?

And, uh, I mean, that's a fine dish.
I eat it all the time on my breaks.

I mean, that night your girlfriend
got r*ped and m*rder*d I had a piece.

You saw me in front of the restaurant.

Mm-hmm.

You're a nice kid.

Now it's no more "Nick the click," huh?

Remember this afternoon
at the police station?

Look at me when I talk to you.

This afternoon at the police station,
Nick the d*ck.

Who's Nick the d*ck?

DURAN: Huh? I don't know the
difference between chicken and duck?

You're making me out
a real f*ck' imbecile,

that's what you're trying to do.

No, no, I was just a little nervous,
that's all.

You know that cop, the bull,
wanted to wire me up,

wanted me to come in there
and rat on you guys.

And one more thing.
What “you guys“?

Look at me when I talk to you.

I'm lookin' at you.

DURAN: My girlfriend's smell is what
brought the f*ck' bum over, huh?

You misunderstood what I was saying.

I -- I said she stinks,
but I mean she stinks of... beauty.

She wasn't a nice lady when she
was alive, you know, but, uh...

I've had enough of you,
you f*ck' c*cksucker.

- I wouldn't lie.
- You dirtbag.

- I wouldn't lie to you.
- Hold this f*ck' thing.

I hit you with the cane, huh?

You know what I'm gonna do
with this cane?

I'm gonna shove it down your throat

until it comes out
of your f*ck' as*h*le,

you big-mouthed b*stard.

What's this?
What is this?

Oh, pay attention.
What is this?

Mr. Duran, you know, I look up to you.
You look --

You know, I look at you, I see
an Adonis, you know what I mean?

Look at this.
He's drinking on my f*ck' job.

I told you to search this prick
before you brought him up.

- Suppose this was a piece.
- DOORMAN: [Mumbles]

Drinkin' on the f*ck' job
and eatin' my chicken.

You ain't gonna be satisfied
until you're me and I'm you,

that's what you're waiting for, huh?

You're cute, boy, you're cute.

DOORMAN: [Mumbling]
I love you, I love you.

Shut up, you c*cksucker.
You talk too much.

- Shut up.
- DOORMAN: [Grunting]

Wait a minute. Let me kiss the ring.
Let me kiss your ring.

You know what you're gonna kiss?
You're gonna kiss my prick.

You f*ck' rat.

Nicky, Louie, we got the stool pigeon.

Nobody can stop us, huh?

This is to you, you rat.
Alla salute.

MAN ON RADIO:
♪ We do things my... ♪

[Coughing]
Oh, Jesus, you f*ck, you!

- [Screaming]
- What's the matter, boss?

Hey, uh, you're not lookin'
too well, boss.

- DURAN: k*ll the rat!
- Holy sh*t, he's drippin'.

- DURAN: [Coughs]
- Oh!

- Oh, get a mop!
- DURAN: What the f*ck is happening?

DOORMAN:
Oh, look at that stuff spew!

- Whoo, man!
- DURAN: You f*ck' b*stard!

What's the matter,
you can't hold your liquor, huh?

DURAN: You c*cksucker!
Oh, sh*t!

What's -- What the f*ck?!
Where's my ba*ls?!

Kiss your prick?

- It's drippin' down the stairs!
- DURAN: You f*ck!

- Hey, you know what? I'm the new don.
- DURAN: Louie, Nicky, k*ll 'im!

- What'd you put in that?
- Hey, I'm the new don now! Come on!

Hey, untie me, will you, fellas?
'Cause I think I'm gonna take his cane.

Get that ring before it gets
all mussed up, will ya?

DURAN: Turn around, you prick, you!

I'll bite your heart!

["We Do Things My Way" plays]

♪ You call me Mr. Duran ♪

♪ And listen to everything I say ♪

♪ Listen, 'cause I am the man ♪

♪ And we do everything my way ♪

♪ If you didn't know it before ♪

♪ I'm sure you're gonna know it now ♪

♪ You better hear what I say ♪

♪ We do things my way,
you rat, you ♪

♪ Kiss my ring,
hey, do the right thing ♪

♪ Shut your face, you little scumbag ♪

♪ Listen good,
I'll tell you one thing, kid ♪

♪ You're gonna be sleepin'
with the fish, you little f*ck ♪

♪ And this ain't no gag ♪

♪ So, big mouth,
what else could go wrong ♪

♪ For a real nice kid like you ♪

♪ Do you believe me now when I say ♪

♪ We do things my way ♪

[Chuckles]

♪ And now the last laugh
is on you, my friend ♪

♪ So you can stop the bullshit ♪

♪ 'Cause this is the end ♪

♪ So give me a drink of your booze ♪

J" Let's toast
to your hasty departure 'cuz ♪

[Chuckles]

♪ Oh, what's this? ♪

♪ I'm startin' to ooze ♪

♪ You little creep ♪

♪ What's this f*ck' sh*t? ♪

♪ What are you tryin' to start here? ♪

♪ Your face, I'm gonna reshape ♪

♪ I'm gonna eat your f*ck' eyeballs
like grapes ♪

♪ Oh, God, oh -- oh -- oh, Christ ♪

♪ 'Til this f*ck' day ♪

♪ We did things... ♪

[Coughs] ♪ My -- ♪

[Coughs] ♪ My way ♪

[Coughs] You f*ck!

[Gurgling]