Sweet Jane (1998) Movie Script
1
Bacon.
I smell bacon frying.
Hey...
why are you taking my hair?
What's going on here?
Uh-oh.
That's a familiar shade
of paramedic blue.
Wait, I remember you guys
from the last time I OD'd.
Come on, guys.
You did it before.
What do you say?
Once more?
For old times' sake?
Nope?
I think you're losing me.
Well, how about it, Jane?
There must be something
you wanna say.
Apologies you wanna make?
No!
Fuck it!
No regrets here.
I feel like I should be
thinking of somebody.
But I can't think of anybody
I should be thinking of.
I feel like I should
try and stay.
But I dig this drifting away.
No tunnel.
No white light.
Just smell bacon.
Bye-bye.
Are you okay?
Do you want me to get the nurse?
How are you feeling?
Peachy.
You don't look so hot.
Thank you.
You really should
try and eat something.
Is that food?
I thought that was
something I vomited.
You got any bacon, though?
I'll see what I can do.
Listen, uh,
we really have to talk.
Doc...
I know I OD'd.
And I know the little speech
that you have to give me.
But right now, what I could really
use is a nice, strong dose of morphine.
We really have to
talk about something.
Perhaps some... some Dilaudid?
That would be fine.
Jane, you're HIV positive.
So how about the Dilaudid?
Did you hear what I said?
Yeah.
You already knew?
No.
Well, um...
we need you to write down the people
you've been sharing needles with,
the tricks you've turned
for the past three months.
Give me a break. What do you think?
I keep a fucking Rolodex?
Look, any names that you can remember
would really help us out, okay?
Tony...
what were you thinking
when you lit that fire?
Was it anger?
Were you feeling anger?
Tony, why haven't you
been taking your medicine?
Shit.
Nurse Fenley found these
under your mattress.
Look, you don't have to talk
to me if you don't want to.
I wish you would...
but you don't have to.
But you need to take these.
You know that.
You know what
happens if you don't.
Tony, you've seen firsthand
what this kind of pneumonia
does to somebody.
Yeah.
Well, if it ain't that, it's something else.
So, who the fuck cares anyway?
Nurse Brandt, 4314.
Doctor...
Shit!
It's like... I just
need to get a taste...
Doctor Mandel, call
the patient operator.
Doctor Mandel, call
the patient operator.
I'm gonna kill whoever
gave this to me.
I'm gonna find him,
and I'm gonna kill him.
I'll get a gun and shoot him
right in the fucking heart.
First I gotta get right, though.
I gotta get right.
Who the hell are you?
None of your business.
You were following me.
It's my damn business.
I wasn't following you.
- You weren't following me?
- No.
- No?
- No!
You was walking in front of me.
That's an
interesting distinction.
What are you?
The ghost of Christmas future?
What?
I ain't no ghost!
Kid, it's late.
You ought to be in bed.
Hi, Darryl.
Good evening, Jane.
I need some help, Darryl.
No can do, Jane.
You're in arrears.
I can pay you tomorrow.
With what?
I'll be working later.
Yes.
But...
you use the money
that you make...
working...
to go to someone else
for more heroin.
- No.
- Yes.
- No, I won't.
- Yes, you will.
You want a date?
No, thank you.
How about a blowjob?
On the house.
But it wouldn't be on the house.
I'd be paying you with drugs.
Come on, Darryl,
stop being such an asshole.
Hey!
Shut that fucking baby up before I
come over there and do it for you!
I'm not being an asshole, Jane.
You're being an asshole.
But...
if you'd like to see what I'm like
when I am an asshole...
keep calling me an asshole.
You owe me!
Remember?
Now leave me alone.
I'm trying to study.
You'd make a
fine lawyer, Darryl.
Thank you, Jane.
Fuckface!
I heard that, Jane.
- Hey, buddy, totally nude.
- Thanks.
Hey! What are you...
What are you doing there?
Get out of here!
I'll kick your ass!
Why?
What's the problem?
Come on, Jane, look at you.
You're a mess.
Look at yourself, Bob.
You're no prize.
Yeah, but I don't have
to get these guys off.
What are you saying?
I can't get these guys off?
I don't know, Jane.
Can you get these guys off?
I can get these guys off.
You can get these guys off?
You know I can
get these guys off.
A pig in shit could
get these guys off.
Come on, Bob.
Number six is open.
Let me have it.
Okay, Jane.
But make yourself
a little more presentable.
Sure, Bob.
Sure.
Don't work these guys up too much.
I don't want them trashing the place.
Right, Bob.
Just the right amount.
And cover those tracks.
No problem, Bob.
Customers don't
like looking at tracks.
Shit.
Kid, what the fuck do you want?
I don't want nothing.
Then why do you
keep pestering me?
Just get lost, will you!
Is this shit any good?
Sure, it's top drawer.
You sure?
Look, lady. You don't
want it, fine, but...
No, no, no, no, no.
I want it, I want it.
I know you're
following me, little man.
You're a goddamn
junkie, ain't you?
Junkette!
In fact, I used to dance
with the "Junkettes."
I had a brother who
was a goddamn junkie.
So is he no longer with us?
No.
He's in the big junkyard now.
That's pretty funny.
Tell him Tony says "hey"
when you get there.
I'll be sure and do that.
What did you say his name was?
Joe.
Joe.
This for me?
Yeah.
My brother...
he used to like them donuts
with the sprinkly things on them.
Give him his junkie sugar fix.
I thought you'd need yours, too.
Thanks for your concern.
That hits the spot.
Want some?
Nah.
I ain't hungry.
You look like you
should eat something.
What'd you say your
name was again?
I didn't.
Yeah.
You told me to tell
your brother to say "hello".
Tony. That was it, right?
What's the matter, Tony?
You mad at me?
Why did you come back, then?
Why did you bring me breakfast?
I felt sorry for you.
You felt sorry for me?
Yeah.
When was the last time you
took a little look at yourself?
You gonna go back to that place,
suck a little more dick?
You know, you got a
foul mouth for a little kid.
I'm not a kid, I'm fifteen.
- Bullshit!
- Yeah!
Let me see some ID.
Got no ID.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Well, I got pubis hair.
Oh, yeah?
Better believe it.
Yeah?
Yeah!
Well, let me see it.
What?
Come on, tough man, pull it out.
Let me see your pubis hair.
No.
What's the matter? You scared?
No. No, I just...
I... I... I... I got...
- You got what?
- Manners!
Not like you, flopping your
vaginals around for everyone to see.
Hey, what I do with my
vaginals is my business.
Seems like it's a business, whatever
jerk-off got a quarter to put in that slot.
You know, I ought to put
you over my knee right here.
Get your jolly rocks,
beating up on little kids?
- I thought you weren't a little kid.
- I'm 15.
Oh, Jesus, here we go again.
I'm out of here!
Hey!
Ain't nobody gonna pay to screw you
with puke on your shirt.
What?
You got puke on your back.
Oh, shit.
You gonna steal that?
Will you get out of here!
You're gonna get me nailed.
Me?
Yeah.
You look suspicious.
You're the one with the
regurgitation on your back.
I'm gonna regurgitate you
if you don't beat it.
Fine.
Hey!
Wait a second!
What color is this?
What?
What color is it?
Got eyes, don't you?
I'm colorblind.
Just tell me what color it is!
That's why you dress so weird.
Hey!
This...
it's, uh...
black.
Perfect.
Excuse me.
Yes?
I saw what you did.
What did I do?
You placed a blouse
down your trousers.
No, I didn't.
You most certainly did.
I assure you I did not.
If you would be so good as to
accompany me to the dressing room.
No, I would not be so good,
you herpy-lipped bitch.
Clemenzo!
Ugh!
You better bring your gloves
for this one, Clem.
There seems to be
a problem, ma'am.
No problem.
No?
No, officer.
I am not a police officer.
I'm a private security guard
hired by the store management.
Oh.
Well, I was just leaving.
I'm afraid I can't
allow you to do that.
- Hey, let go of me!
- Hey!
Eat me to the bone, bitches!
Come on!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Come and get me!
Come on!
Come here!
Eat me to the bone, bitches!
You fucking sent
that big dude flying.
Hey.
What is it? What's wrong?
Don't worry about it.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
I'm okay now.
Well, you don't look okay.
You should think
about going home.
Your mom's probably
worried sick about you.
She's dead.
Jesus.
Your mom's dead, too?
Yeah.
What happened to her?
She drowned.
God, that's terrible.
Yeah.
She saved me.
You mean she died rescuing you?
Yeah...
rescuing me.
What about your dad?
Well, he wasn't there.
If he was there, he probably
would have saved both of us.
No, I mean, where is he?
He's in jail.
Don't you have anywhere to go?
Yeah.
I got plenty of places.
Then why don't you
go to one of them?
I like hanging with you.
Why?
You got nice boobs.
Aren't I a little old for you?
I dig older women.
Listen, um...
- there's something I gotta go do.
- Where?
Uh...
There's something I gotta
tell you about your shirt.
- When we...
- Blouse.
What?
For boys, it's a shirt
for girls, it's a blouse.
Oh, all right. Well, I gotta tell you
something about your blouse.
Not right now, kid.
Hey, you wanna go
steal something else?
No.
Score some more shit?
No.
Money first, then the shit.
That's just not gonna work.
No, that's just not...
Honey, it worked for
you plenty of times.
Oh, plenty of times? Tell me
one time when it's gonna work.
Good evening, ladies.
My, oh, my, look who this is.
Look who's here.
How's business?
Oh, you know.
Come on, Jane, you can't
work this corner. Get out of here.
Huh?
We heard you got it.
Got what?
It! The big it.
Who told you that?
Some doctor. He was up around here
asking us if we'd seen you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, that's a fact.
Yeah, well, here's a fact.
I don't got it.
Fact or fiction, it
doesn't really matter.
The word on the street
is that you do got it.
That's the word.
Kellygreen, can you
loan me a couple bucks?
Oh, sorry, honey. It's been
a lean, mean evening so far.
- Good night, Jane.
- I didn't ask you, bitch!
Come on, now you know I have a little boy
at home. I don't have any extra money.
I'm sorry. Come on, get out of here.
Get out of here. Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of here.
- All right.
- I'm not talkin' about it. It's bullshit!
- Come on, stop.
- See you later.
- Yeah, you too.
- Yes, goodbye.
Who's this?
This is not bad.
This could be good.
What the fuck are you doing?
Give me that fucking purse!
- Get your fucking hands off my stuff!
- You stupid fucking crazy bitch!
Come on, let's go!
Let's fucking go!
Sweet Jane.
Oh, baby, you look
like you got the blues.
Yeah.
You look happy, though.
Happy as a head full of piss.
Baby, I'm in a room
full of sweetness and light.
Oh, I'd sure like to
go there with you.
I'm a little short
on funds, though.
Shit, that ain't no problem.
- No?
- No.
You got some more?
No... Yes.
Just...
Wait, just go here.
They pay $250.
For what?
Making movies.
Pornos?
No, I'm talking art films.
Baby...
you know, Orson Welles and shit.
Art films!
Well, who is it?
Jackie Schlecter.
I've been in a
couple of his art films.
I'm talking...
Franois fucking Truffaut.
You know?
Federico motherfucking Fellini.
Art films.
Art!
Shit... it ain't no porno...
Art film.
Entrez-vous.
That means "enter you"
in French.
- Yeah, can I help you?
- I'm here about the movie.
Movie?
Yeah. The one you're making?
Me?
Are you Potemkin Films?
Oh, okay, you're here
about the movie. Hold on.
Okay, good.
Oh, you done any acting?
Is that what you call this?
Maybe you don't
wanna be in my film.
Film? Oh, I thought
that was a video camera.
You the director?
You a cop?
No.
'Cause if you are, you know,
you gotta tell me.
- Is that right?
- That's right.
- I'm not.
- What?
A cop.
Okay, good.
I'm the director.
Is that a fake mustache?
What?
Do you have the money?
When we wrap.
- Wrap?
- Yeah, finish shooting, okay?
Oh...
film talk.
Would you, um,
would you like a drink?
Yeah, I would.
Hey, I told you guys.
None of that shit on my set.
How about a little line?
I thought you said
not on your set.
For them, you know.
With you, it's okay.
It might loosen you up.
Uh...
maybe.
No, thanks.
You got anything else, though?
Like what?
You know, anything else.
Oh, listen, you're
not a junkie, are you?
No.
No?
- No.
- No?
No!
Good.
'Cause that I don't
allow on my set.
Uh, listen, you got some place
I can clean up before we...
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sure.
Come on, come on.
Make yourself beautiful.
Even more beautiful.
All right, let's go, guys. Come on,
let's keep this thing moving. Let's go.
Ugh!
All right, hey!
There's our lovely
leading lady now.
All right.
All right, gentlemen,
you know the drill.
We treat this beautiful
lady with respect.
No rough stuff.
No nipple pinching.
No biting. No hickeys.
And no spanking.
Unless, of course,
she requests it.
Come on, guys, let's start getting them up.
Let's go, we're making movies here. Come on.
And remember, utmost respect.
And, uh,
everyone comes in her face
you don't get paid, okay?
Okay.
Now...
what did you say your name was?
- I didn't.
- You didn't?
No.
Well, what is it?
Molly Bloom.
Molly, okay.
Molly, what I was
thinking... "Repulsion."
You know, like
Catherine Deneuve.
You're no Roman Polanski,
Senator Quayle.
What?
Never mind. Can we
just get started here?
Absolutely. Go ahead, let's go.
Hey, hey, come on,
get off the bed. Jesus.
All right.
Sweetheart, can you just switch
that light on for me, please?
Right there.
That's it. Terrific.
Hey, can we change that music?
Okay.
All right, you're home alone.
And you've been sleeping.
Maybe you're still sleeping.
This is all a dream.
Yeah, that's good, a dream.
I like that.
Good.
And you're digging
this dream, okay?
Getting into yourself, baby.
That's it, Molly.
You start touching yourself.
Come on, Molly,
touch yourself a little.
Yeah, that's good. Good.
Yeah.
Okay, guys.
You see this hot young lady.
And you want her.
So you move in towards her.
Slow.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
Yeah.
Move in slowly, guys.
Take your time.
Yeah, nice, nice.
Yeah, good, good.
Grab her. That's good.
Yeah.
Yeah, good. Hey, hey,
Molly, Molly, resist a little bit.
Yeah, good!
Good. Hold her down, guys.
Keep resisting, Molly.
Great fantasy. I love it.
Fantastic!
Beautiful!
Beautiful, I love it.
Come on, get rougher, guys.
Rip the shirt!
Tear the shirt!
Tear the fucking shirt!
Come on! Let's do it!
Keep resisting! Yeah, good!
Yeah! Fabulous!
- Fuck!
- Shit!
Wow!
Huh, Jesus.
Actors!
That's all?
Yes.
$1.39.
Give me the money
in the register!
No!
What?
Put your hands up.
Put your fucking hands up!
God damn it, I'll shoot you!
Ow!
Shit!
Come on, we gotta go!
Come on! Come on!
What the hell are you doing?
We gotta get out of here!
Come on! Jane!
You going back in there?
To buy more of that shit
with your blood money?
Fuck.
You ain't worth saving!
Shit! Hey, let go of me!
Shut up and come with me.
Here.
I want you to tie me
to the chair.
What?
Tie me to the chair!
Why?
You wanna help me?
Yeah.
Then do what I tell you.
- Tighter!
- What?
I don't wanna cut off
your circulation.
Don't worry about it.
Good.
Now you probably wanna
get lost for a while.
Come back in a few
days and untie me.
No, I ain't leaving you.
I think you should.
No.
Suit yourself.
But you can't untie me.
No matter how much I ask you.
You can't untie me!
You understand?
Yeah.
Promise me!
I promise.
Swear on your brother.
- I swear.
- And your mother!
I swear.
And you know what'll happen
if you break your promise.
No.
What?
I don't know.
But it isn't good.
In fact, it's probably the
worst thing you can imagine.
Not going to heaven?
Yeah, that's it.
Not going to heaven.
Shit.
Okay.
I always liked these things.
What do you call them again?
Bean bags.
Bean bags.
Yeah.
Bean bags are cool.
Tony, why are you doing this?
I'm...
You asked me to.
No.
I mean, why are
you looking after me?
Somebody's gotta.
Yeah.
But why you?
I ain't got nothing
better to do.
This thing work?
A little.
My guardian angel.
Okay.
You can untie me.
What?
You can untie me now.
You said a few days.
No.
I'm fine now.
You don't look fine.
Well, I am.
So you can untie me.
No.
Yes!
No.
You little shit!
I said untie me!
No.
God damn it, untie me!
Hey, hey!
Now!
Hey!
Now!
Now!
Now!
Tony.
Tony?
Tony, please!
I can't do it.
I can't... I can't make it.
I can't.
Tony, please.
Please!
I can't...
- I can't make it, Tony.
- Stop!
Stop!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Hi.
Hey.
Oh, your other clothes
are kind of messed up.
Are you feeling better?
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
Good.
You sound terrible.
I think I have
something for that.
In the kitchen.
Some cough syrup.
In the kitchen.
Thanks for cleaning.
The place is a goddamn pigsty.
Shit.
I put the spoons in the drawer.
It was all burnt on the bottom.
I tried to scrub it off,
but it wouldn't come off.
This is good stuff.
Is that what you drink
when you can't score?
Is that what your
brother Joe used to do?
Yeah.
He guzzled the stuff.
He was a cough
syrup junkie, too.
Just open your mouth.
The roses are beautiful.
Yeah.
Oh, I used some of your money.
I got a receipt.
Don't worry about it.
I stole it, remember?
Bacon.
Huh?
I remember when I
smelled the bacon.
What bacon?
There was this lake I used to go to
when I was a little girl with my parents.
A beautiful lake
up in the mountains.
I used to wake up every morning
to the smell of frying bacon.
Man, I love that smell.
You gotta eat
something, you know?
I mean, what do you
weigh, like 17 pounds?
Yeah, I got that low body fat.
You don't eat, you die.
You ever heard that?
Everyone's gotta go
sometime, you know?
Boy, you are a cheery
little guy, you know that?
You went to college?
Yeah, where did you find
that diploma, anyway?
It was under a pile
of shit in your closet.
You've got no respect.
I wanted to go to college.
Yeah?
You don't want to now?
No...
I still do.
I wanna be an architect.
And build things?
Yeah.
Build me one of them skyscratchers
and live up in the top of it.
Oh, shit! We gotta go!
Come on!
And that was when she struck you
in the head with the baked beans?
Uh, no, ma'am, refried beans.
Excuse me?
She beat me on the head with...
refried beans.
Extra-large size.
Thank you, Janine,
for that report.
Great.
Now I'm a fugitive from justice.
Robbery...
and assault with a
deadly can of beans.
Maybe we should
run for it, you know?
Thanks, Lisa. I'm here
with Dr. Paula Gordon.
Dr. Gordon?
We should get moving.
We should run for it.
- We should go.
- I wanna see that.
No, no!
- They'll be coming after us!
- Jane...
I don't know what's going on,
but that's a very sick boy you're with.
If you don't bring him
back here right now...
Just bring him back.
Jane, please!
Thank you, doctor.
Hey... what's wrong with you?
Nothing. They're just
trying to scare you.
- Tell me what's wrong with you.
- Nothing, I swear. Nothing.
What is it? Is it
cancer or something?
God damn it, Tony!
Tell me what it is!
AIDS.
Oh, Jesus.
No, don't worry. You can't
get it from touching me.
I'm not worried
about getting it.
Sure.
I already got it,
you stupid kid.
What?
Yeah.
But evidently,
you got it a whole lot worse.
- Let's go.
- Where?
- I'm taking you back to the hospital.
- No, no, no, no, no. No!
No? What do you mean, "no"?
Didn't you hear
what that doctor said?
Yeah, and there ain't nothing
they can do about it.
Well, they can
hold it off for a while.
How long do you think
they can hold it off?
I don't know.
Well, me neither, but...
I know it ain't a long time.
How are you even walking around?
Well, I like walking around.
I ain't done it in a while.
Yeah, but you gotta be hurting.
No.
- You're lying.
- No.
I... I swear.
Well...
I'm taking you back
to the hospital anyway.
I'm not gonna be responsible
for killing you.
- Come on.
- No, no!
I'll get busted if
I take you, so...
you'll have to go
back alone, okay?
No, fuck that!
I'm not going back.
Suit yourself.
I got you back this far.
You're off my conscience.
You ain't got no conscience!
Listen, you little
son of a bitch,
I didn't ask you to follow
me out of that hospital.
Fuck it.
- I'm taking you back anyway.
- No!
No, I don't wanna go back there.
Don't make me go back there!
- Don't fight me, Tony.
- I hate it there!
- Come on.
- I've been in there forever!
I've been in there
for so fucking long!
I'm gonna die in there!
Don't make me die in there!
Tony!
I wanna die with you!
What?
Come on.
Why?
Huh?
Why?
Because I love you.
You don't even know me.
How can you love me?
I don't know. I love you.
Okay, Tony.
Okay, Tony.
Okay.
It's okay.
Shh.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh!
Shit!
What do we do now?
Come on.
Did you get it?
Yeah, I got it.
Here you go, baby. Suite 1807.
Thanks, Martielle.
- Oh, yeah, baby.
- I got any money left?
Yeah, plenty.
You made yourself
a nice score, sweetie.
I mean, damn, the
"Refried Bean Robber."
Y'all could be starting
some kind of trend.
Folks could be knocking off the liquor stores
with various cans of vegetables and shit.
The "Tuna Thief."
Or, like,
the "Canned Beef Bandit."
And, you know,
you know, wait, wait...
The "Creamed Corn Crook."
"Mashed Potatoes..."
No.
How much do you wanna bet she's still
got some of that money left in her purse?
Well...
go on.
Check it out.
I don't wanna touch nothing.
Open it.
Go on.
- Why?
- It's yours.
Get your stink on it.
What do you mean?
The bed. See if the
softness level is to your liking.
Looks like a pretty
good softness level.
Well, go on.
Lay down.
Yeah?
Yeah.
A man could get used to this.
Hey, little man,
what size do you wear?
Huh?
Clothes.
What size?
Um...
Never mind.
I'll figure it out.
- I'll be back in a bit.
- Wait! Where are you going?
I'm gonna go get
us some clothes.
We don't need no clothes.
We look fine.
We look like a couple of bums.
Well, then I'll go with you.
No, stay here.
Take a nice bath.
Look, I'll be right back, okay?
Wait, I...
You're just gonna
go get clothes?
Yes.
You swear?
Swear.
On your mother's grave?
My mother's still alive.
Then on your father's.
They're both still alive.
Last time I checked.
I'll see you in a few.
Wait, wait, are you sure you...
You don't want me to come?
No, look, just stay here and...
relax.
Get a beer out of the minibar.
What?
The thing...
in the corner.
Shit, I'm naked here!
What's the matter? Afraid I
might see your pubis hair?
Maybe.
You've been in there
the whole time?
There's this stuff
they give you.
It makes bubbles in the water.
I can see that.
Hand me that bottle of shampoo.
- What?
- That clear bottle over there.
- Hand it to me.
- It's cool.
It's okay.
- I'm just gonna wash your hair.
- I wash my own hair!
Come on, let me.
I used to be a hairdresser once.
Yeah?
Yeah.
So then...
you didn't always do
nasty stuff for a job?
No, not always.
That's good.
'Cause that stuff's, like,
underneath you, you know?
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
I never worn an old
monkey suit before.
You look very handsome.
I do?
You do.
How would you like to be
my date for dinner?
Okay.
Cheers.
So...
your parents used
to take you to a lake...
They sent you to college...
How come...
you're like you are?
And how am I?
Fucked up.
Thank you.
You know what I mean.
They must have loved you.
Yeah.
What happened?
Look, I don't wanna
talk about it, all right?
Why not?
What about you, huh?
What about your parents?
Did they love you?
Well, my dad didn't.
My mom did, I think.
But...
she loved my dad more than me.
Neither one of them
loved my brother.
But I did, though.
Tony, how did you get it?
What?
I don't know.
Well, you must know.
Nope.
Well, you never
did drugs, right?
Or was it a blood transfusion?
Did you have to street hustle?
No!
- Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
- Yeah, well, maybe not for you.
- You're not ashamed of nothing.
- Is that what happened?
No! Shut up about it!
- Okay.
- Jesus!
Okay, I'm sorry. Okay?
Look, I won't mention it again.
Tony?
I'm sorry.
My dad...
What?
My dad gave it to me.
Your dad?
Yeah.
He gave it to me
and he gave it to my mom.
You get it now?
Shit!
My mom...
she never drowned.
She died.
It's the same fucking thing
that I'm gonna die from.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ!
Don't you wanna kill him?
Don't you wanna find him wherever
he is in prison and just fucking kill him?
He's probably already dead.
Oh my God.
You poor kid.
You poor little kid.
Tony?
Would you like to dance?
What?
I'd like it very much if
you would dance with me.
Okay.
I can't dance too good.
You're a good dancer.
Yeah?
You are.
I've never been much good at it.
What? Dancing?
Love.
You asked me about my parents.
I've never been
much good at love.
Giving it or getting it.
I could tell that about you.
You could, huh?
Yeah.
You're very perceptive,
aren't you?
Yeah.
Perceptive?
Why don't you hold me
a little closer, Tony?
I won't bite.
Like that?
Yeah.
That's nice.
You ever been with a girl, Tony?
Sure.
Plenty of times.
Who?
The nurses at the hospital?
Come with me.
Hey.
Hey, sleepyhead.
Oh, Jesus.
Tony?
Tony?
Good morning.
Oh God.
- I have to get you to a hospital.
- What? No.
- Tony, I have to!
- No, I can't go back there now.
I can't go back there.
Take... Take me to that lake.
What?
That lake...
your parents used
to take you to it.
I can't.
- I want to see it.
- You're too sick.
I want to... I want to see it.
It's too far, Tony.
Please!
- Hey.
- Hey.
You, uh, wanna go for a ride?
- Sure.
- Okay.
Just pull into the alley here.
Okay.
Okay...
So...
I'm not a cop.
I know you guys always ask that first,
so I thought I'd get it out of the way.
What I would like...
is an around-the-world.
You know, the works.
Including anal.
I need your car.
What?
Get out of the car...
and leave me the keys.
Wait, what?
Are you kidding or what?
What are you doing?
Get out of the fucking car.
- It's a spoon. What...
- Shit!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the...
Get out of the car!
- All right, okay. I'm going.
- Get the fuck out, now!
Get out of the fucking car!
Wait! Please!
The car!
You're a carjacker, too?
I got an extensive resume.
What's a resume?
It's a thing that lists
all the jobs you've had.
And a lady's shirt is a blouse.
Hm?
That's the other
one you taught me.
Yeah.
And you're colorblind.
And I'm perceptive.
Hey! Tony?
Hey, talk to me.
Keep me company.
What do you wanna talk about?
Tell me about them skyscratchers
you're gonna build.
They're gonna be two miles high.
I'll make them all of diamonds.
That's a lot of diamonds.
Yeah.
Gonna have to get us
a shitload of diamonds.
And carrot cake.
I love carrot cake.
I build them all out of
carrot cake and diamonds.
What?
Remember?
You asked...
why you.
Hm?
Why I followed you
out of the hospital.
Hmm.
Yeah?
I thought you were an angel.
I saw you out of the window.
I thought you were an angel.
Hold on, Tony.
We're almost there.
Shh.
I think this is it.
Right here.
Okay, Tony.
We're here.
Mom?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm right here, baby.
Ow!
Mommy?
Ah!
There it is.
Boat...
You wanna go in the boat?
Yeah.
It's pretty, huh?
Argh!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, please don't suffer.
Please don't suffer.
It's okay, Tony.
I'm gonna make it stop.
I'm gonna make it stop, okay?
Oh, hang on.
Shh!
Hang on.
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
Shh!
I'm next to you.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
Give me your arm.
Just relax.
Shh!
You don't go.
That's it.
There you go.
Bacon.
I smell bacon frying.
Hey...
why are you taking my hair?
What's going on here?
Uh-oh.
That's a familiar shade
of paramedic blue.
Wait, I remember you guys
from the last time I OD'd.
Come on, guys.
You did it before.
What do you say?
Once more?
For old times' sake?
Nope?
I think you're losing me.
Well, how about it, Jane?
There must be something
you wanna say.
Apologies you wanna make?
No!
Fuck it!
No regrets here.
I feel like I should be
thinking of somebody.
But I can't think of anybody
I should be thinking of.
I feel like I should
try and stay.
But I dig this drifting away.
No tunnel.
No white light.
Just smell bacon.
Bye-bye.
Are you okay?
Do you want me to get the nurse?
How are you feeling?
Peachy.
You don't look so hot.
Thank you.
You really should
try and eat something.
Is that food?
I thought that was
something I vomited.
You got any bacon, though?
I'll see what I can do.
Listen, uh,
we really have to talk.
Doc...
I know I OD'd.
And I know the little speech
that you have to give me.
But right now, what I could really
use is a nice, strong dose of morphine.
We really have to
talk about something.
Perhaps some... some Dilaudid?
That would be fine.
Jane, you're HIV positive.
So how about the Dilaudid?
Did you hear what I said?
Yeah.
You already knew?
No.
Well, um...
we need you to write down the people
you've been sharing needles with,
the tricks you've turned
for the past three months.
Give me a break. What do you think?
I keep a fucking Rolodex?
Look, any names that you can remember
would really help us out, okay?
Tony...
what were you thinking
when you lit that fire?
Was it anger?
Were you feeling anger?
Tony, why haven't you
been taking your medicine?
Shit.
Nurse Fenley found these
under your mattress.
Look, you don't have to talk
to me if you don't want to.
I wish you would...
but you don't have to.
But you need to take these.
You know that.
You know what
happens if you don't.
Tony, you've seen firsthand
what this kind of pneumonia
does to somebody.
Yeah.
Well, if it ain't that, it's something else.
So, who the fuck cares anyway?
Nurse Brandt, 4314.
Doctor...
Shit!
It's like... I just
need to get a taste...
Doctor Mandel, call
the patient operator.
Doctor Mandel, call
the patient operator.
I'm gonna kill whoever
gave this to me.
I'm gonna find him,
and I'm gonna kill him.
I'll get a gun and shoot him
right in the fucking heart.
First I gotta get right, though.
I gotta get right.
Who the hell are you?
None of your business.
You were following me.
It's my damn business.
I wasn't following you.
- You weren't following me?
- No.
- No?
- No!
You was walking in front of me.
That's an
interesting distinction.
What are you?
The ghost of Christmas future?
What?
I ain't no ghost!
Kid, it's late.
You ought to be in bed.
Hi, Darryl.
Good evening, Jane.
I need some help, Darryl.
No can do, Jane.
You're in arrears.
I can pay you tomorrow.
With what?
I'll be working later.
Yes.
But...
you use the money
that you make...
working...
to go to someone else
for more heroin.
- No.
- Yes.
- No, I won't.
- Yes, you will.
You want a date?
No, thank you.
How about a blowjob?
On the house.
But it wouldn't be on the house.
I'd be paying you with drugs.
Come on, Darryl,
stop being such an asshole.
Hey!
Shut that fucking baby up before I
come over there and do it for you!
I'm not being an asshole, Jane.
You're being an asshole.
But...
if you'd like to see what I'm like
when I am an asshole...
keep calling me an asshole.
You owe me!
Remember?
Now leave me alone.
I'm trying to study.
You'd make a
fine lawyer, Darryl.
Thank you, Jane.
Fuckface!
I heard that, Jane.
- Hey, buddy, totally nude.
- Thanks.
Hey! What are you...
What are you doing there?
Get out of here!
I'll kick your ass!
Why?
What's the problem?
Come on, Jane, look at you.
You're a mess.
Look at yourself, Bob.
You're no prize.
Yeah, but I don't have
to get these guys off.
What are you saying?
I can't get these guys off?
I don't know, Jane.
Can you get these guys off?
I can get these guys off.
You can get these guys off?
You know I can
get these guys off.
A pig in shit could
get these guys off.
Come on, Bob.
Number six is open.
Let me have it.
Okay, Jane.
But make yourself
a little more presentable.
Sure, Bob.
Sure.
Don't work these guys up too much.
I don't want them trashing the place.
Right, Bob.
Just the right amount.
And cover those tracks.
No problem, Bob.
Customers don't
like looking at tracks.
Shit.
Kid, what the fuck do you want?
I don't want nothing.
Then why do you
keep pestering me?
Just get lost, will you!
Is this shit any good?
Sure, it's top drawer.
You sure?
Look, lady. You don't
want it, fine, but...
No, no, no, no, no.
I want it, I want it.
I know you're
following me, little man.
You're a goddamn
junkie, ain't you?
Junkette!
In fact, I used to dance
with the "Junkettes."
I had a brother who
was a goddamn junkie.
So is he no longer with us?
No.
He's in the big junkyard now.
That's pretty funny.
Tell him Tony says "hey"
when you get there.
I'll be sure and do that.
What did you say his name was?
Joe.
Joe.
This for me?
Yeah.
My brother...
he used to like them donuts
with the sprinkly things on them.
Give him his junkie sugar fix.
I thought you'd need yours, too.
Thanks for your concern.
That hits the spot.
Want some?
Nah.
I ain't hungry.
You look like you
should eat something.
What'd you say your
name was again?
I didn't.
Yeah.
You told me to tell
your brother to say "hello".
Tony. That was it, right?
What's the matter, Tony?
You mad at me?
Why did you come back, then?
Why did you bring me breakfast?
I felt sorry for you.
You felt sorry for me?
Yeah.
When was the last time you
took a little look at yourself?
You gonna go back to that place,
suck a little more dick?
You know, you got a
foul mouth for a little kid.
I'm not a kid, I'm fifteen.
- Bullshit!
- Yeah!
Let me see some ID.
Got no ID.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Well, I got pubis hair.
Oh, yeah?
Better believe it.
Yeah?
Yeah!
Well, let me see it.
What?
Come on, tough man, pull it out.
Let me see your pubis hair.
No.
What's the matter? You scared?
No. No, I just...
I... I... I... I got...
- You got what?
- Manners!
Not like you, flopping your
vaginals around for everyone to see.
Hey, what I do with my
vaginals is my business.
Seems like it's a business, whatever
jerk-off got a quarter to put in that slot.
You know, I ought to put
you over my knee right here.
Get your jolly rocks,
beating up on little kids?
- I thought you weren't a little kid.
- I'm 15.
Oh, Jesus, here we go again.
I'm out of here!
Hey!
Ain't nobody gonna pay to screw you
with puke on your shirt.
What?
You got puke on your back.
Oh, shit.
You gonna steal that?
Will you get out of here!
You're gonna get me nailed.
Me?
Yeah.
You look suspicious.
You're the one with the
regurgitation on your back.
I'm gonna regurgitate you
if you don't beat it.
Fine.
Hey!
Wait a second!
What color is this?
What?
What color is it?
Got eyes, don't you?
I'm colorblind.
Just tell me what color it is!
That's why you dress so weird.
Hey!
This...
it's, uh...
black.
Perfect.
Excuse me.
Yes?
I saw what you did.
What did I do?
You placed a blouse
down your trousers.
No, I didn't.
You most certainly did.
I assure you I did not.
If you would be so good as to
accompany me to the dressing room.
No, I would not be so good,
you herpy-lipped bitch.
Clemenzo!
Ugh!
You better bring your gloves
for this one, Clem.
There seems to be
a problem, ma'am.
No problem.
No?
No, officer.
I am not a police officer.
I'm a private security guard
hired by the store management.
Oh.
Well, I was just leaving.
I'm afraid I can't
allow you to do that.
- Hey, let go of me!
- Hey!
Eat me to the bone, bitches!
Come on!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Come and get me!
Come on!
Come here!
Eat me to the bone, bitches!
You fucking sent
that big dude flying.
Hey.
What is it? What's wrong?
Don't worry about it.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
I'm okay now.
Well, you don't look okay.
You should think
about going home.
Your mom's probably
worried sick about you.
She's dead.
Jesus.
Your mom's dead, too?
Yeah.
What happened to her?
She drowned.
God, that's terrible.
Yeah.
She saved me.
You mean she died rescuing you?
Yeah...
rescuing me.
What about your dad?
Well, he wasn't there.
If he was there, he probably
would have saved both of us.
No, I mean, where is he?
He's in jail.
Don't you have anywhere to go?
Yeah.
I got plenty of places.
Then why don't you
go to one of them?
I like hanging with you.
Why?
You got nice boobs.
Aren't I a little old for you?
I dig older women.
Listen, um...
- there's something I gotta go do.
- Where?
Uh...
There's something I gotta
tell you about your shirt.
- When we...
- Blouse.
What?
For boys, it's a shirt
for girls, it's a blouse.
Oh, all right. Well, I gotta tell you
something about your blouse.
Not right now, kid.
Hey, you wanna go
steal something else?
No.
Score some more shit?
No.
Money first, then the shit.
That's just not gonna work.
No, that's just not...
Honey, it worked for
you plenty of times.
Oh, plenty of times? Tell me
one time when it's gonna work.
Good evening, ladies.
My, oh, my, look who this is.
Look who's here.
How's business?
Oh, you know.
Come on, Jane, you can't
work this corner. Get out of here.
Huh?
We heard you got it.
Got what?
It! The big it.
Who told you that?
Some doctor. He was up around here
asking us if we'd seen you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, that's a fact.
Yeah, well, here's a fact.
I don't got it.
Fact or fiction, it
doesn't really matter.
The word on the street
is that you do got it.
That's the word.
Kellygreen, can you
loan me a couple bucks?
Oh, sorry, honey. It's been
a lean, mean evening so far.
- Good night, Jane.
- I didn't ask you, bitch!
Come on, now you know I have a little boy
at home. I don't have any extra money.
I'm sorry. Come on, get out of here.
Get out of here. Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of here.
- All right.
- I'm not talkin' about it. It's bullshit!
- Come on, stop.
- See you later.
- Yeah, you too.
- Yes, goodbye.
Who's this?
This is not bad.
This could be good.
What the fuck are you doing?
Give me that fucking purse!
- Get your fucking hands off my stuff!
- You stupid fucking crazy bitch!
Come on, let's go!
Let's fucking go!
Sweet Jane.
Oh, baby, you look
like you got the blues.
Yeah.
You look happy, though.
Happy as a head full of piss.
Baby, I'm in a room
full of sweetness and light.
Oh, I'd sure like to
go there with you.
I'm a little short
on funds, though.
Shit, that ain't no problem.
- No?
- No.
You got some more?
No... Yes.
Just...
Wait, just go here.
They pay $250.
For what?
Making movies.
Pornos?
No, I'm talking art films.
Baby...
you know, Orson Welles and shit.
Art films!
Well, who is it?
Jackie Schlecter.
I've been in a
couple of his art films.
I'm talking...
Franois fucking Truffaut.
You know?
Federico motherfucking Fellini.
Art films.
Art!
Shit... it ain't no porno...
Art film.
Entrez-vous.
That means "enter you"
in French.
- Yeah, can I help you?
- I'm here about the movie.
Movie?
Yeah. The one you're making?
Me?
Are you Potemkin Films?
Oh, okay, you're here
about the movie. Hold on.
Okay, good.
Oh, you done any acting?
Is that what you call this?
Maybe you don't
wanna be in my film.
Film? Oh, I thought
that was a video camera.
You the director?
You a cop?
No.
'Cause if you are, you know,
you gotta tell me.
- Is that right?
- That's right.
- I'm not.
- What?
A cop.
Okay, good.
I'm the director.
Is that a fake mustache?
What?
Do you have the money?
When we wrap.
- Wrap?
- Yeah, finish shooting, okay?
Oh...
film talk.
Would you, um,
would you like a drink?
Yeah, I would.
Hey, I told you guys.
None of that shit on my set.
How about a little line?
I thought you said
not on your set.
For them, you know.
With you, it's okay.
It might loosen you up.
Uh...
maybe.
No, thanks.
You got anything else, though?
Like what?
You know, anything else.
Oh, listen, you're
not a junkie, are you?
No.
No?
- No.
- No?
No!
Good.
'Cause that I don't
allow on my set.
Uh, listen, you got some place
I can clean up before we...
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sure.
Come on, come on.
Make yourself beautiful.
Even more beautiful.
All right, let's go, guys. Come on,
let's keep this thing moving. Let's go.
Ugh!
All right, hey!
There's our lovely
leading lady now.
All right.
All right, gentlemen,
you know the drill.
We treat this beautiful
lady with respect.
No rough stuff.
No nipple pinching.
No biting. No hickeys.
And no spanking.
Unless, of course,
she requests it.
Come on, guys, let's start getting them up.
Let's go, we're making movies here. Come on.
And remember, utmost respect.
And, uh,
everyone comes in her face
you don't get paid, okay?
Okay.
Now...
what did you say your name was?
- I didn't.
- You didn't?
No.
Well, what is it?
Molly Bloom.
Molly, okay.
Molly, what I was
thinking... "Repulsion."
You know, like
Catherine Deneuve.
You're no Roman Polanski,
Senator Quayle.
What?
Never mind. Can we
just get started here?
Absolutely. Go ahead, let's go.
Hey, hey, come on,
get off the bed. Jesus.
All right.
Sweetheart, can you just switch
that light on for me, please?
Right there.
That's it. Terrific.
Hey, can we change that music?
Okay.
All right, you're home alone.
And you've been sleeping.
Maybe you're still sleeping.
This is all a dream.
Yeah, that's good, a dream.
I like that.
Good.
And you're digging
this dream, okay?
Getting into yourself, baby.
That's it, Molly.
You start touching yourself.
Come on, Molly,
touch yourself a little.
Yeah, that's good. Good.
Yeah.
Okay, guys.
You see this hot young lady.
And you want her.
So you move in towards her.
Slow.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
Yeah.
Move in slowly, guys.
Take your time.
Yeah, nice, nice.
Yeah, good, good.
Grab her. That's good.
Yeah.
Yeah, good. Hey, hey,
Molly, Molly, resist a little bit.
Yeah, good!
Good. Hold her down, guys.
Keep resisting, Molly.
Great fantasy. I love it.
Fantastic!
Beautiful!
Beautiful, I love it.
Come on, get rougher, guys.
Rip the shirt!
Tear the shirt!
Tear the fucking shirt!
Come on! Let's do it!
Keep resisting! Yeah, good!
Yeah! Fabulous!
- Fuck!
- Shit!
Wow!
Huh, Jesus.
Actors!
That's all?
Yes.
$1.39.
Give me the money
in the register!
No!
What?
Put your hands up.
Put your fucking hands up!
God damn it, I'll shoot you!
Ow!
Shit!
Come on, we gotta go!
Come on! Come on!
What the hell are you doing?
We gotta get out of here!
Come on! Jane!
You going back in there?
To buy more of that shit
with your blood money?
Fuck.
You ain't worth saving!
Shit! Hey, let go of me!
Shut up and come with me.
Here.
I want you to tie me
to the chair.
What?
Tie me to the chair!
Why?
You wanna help me?
Yeah.
Then do what I tell you.
- Tighter!
- What?
I don't wanna cut off
your circulation.
Don't worry about it.
Good.
Now you probably wanna
get lost for a while.
Come back in a few
days and untie me.
No, I ain't leaving you.
I think you should.
No.
Suit yourself.
But you can't untie me.
No matter how much I ask you.
You can't untie me!
You understand?
Yeah.
Promise me!
I promise.
Swear on your brother.
- I swear.
- And your mother!
I swear.
And you know what'll happen
if you break your promise.
No.
What?
I don't know.
But it isn't good.
In fact, it's probably the
worst thing you can imagine.
Not going to heaven?
Yeah, that's it.
Not going to heaven.
Shit.
Okay.
I always liked these things.
What do you call them again?
Bean bags.
Bean bags.
Yeah.
Bean bags are cool.
Tony, why are you doing this?
I'm...
You asked me to.
No.
I mean, why are
you looking after me?
Somebody's gotta.
Yeah.
But why you?
I ain't got nothing
better to do.
This thing work?
A little.
My guardian angel.
Okay.
You can untie me.
What?
You can untie me now.
You said a few days.
No.
I'm fine now.
You don't look fine.
Well, I am.
So you can untie me.
No.
Yes!
No.
You little shit!
I said untie me!
No.
God damn it, untie me!
Hey, hey!
Now!
Hey!
Now!
Now!
Now!
Tony.
Tony?
Tony, please!
I can't do it.
I can't... I can't make it.
I can't.
Tony, please.
Please!
I can't...
- I can't make it, Tony.
- Stop!
Stop!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Hi.
Hey.
Oh, your other clothes
are kind of messed up.
Are you feeling better?
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
Good.
You sound terrible.
I think I have
something for that.
In the kitchen.
Some cough syrup.
In the kitchen.
Thanks for cleaning.
The place is a goddamn pigsty.
Shit.
I put the spoons in the drawer.
It was all burnt on the bottom.
I tried to scrub it off,
but it wouldn't come off.
This is good stuff.
Is that what you drink
when you can't score?
Is that what your
brother Joe used to do?
Yeah.
He guzzled the stuff.
He was a cough
syrup junkie, too.
Just open your mouth.
The roses are beautiful.
Yeah.
Oh, I used some of your money.
I got a receipt.
Don't worry about it.
I stole it, remember?
Bacon.
Huh?
I remember when I
smelled the bacon.
What bacon?
There was this lake I used to go to
when I was a little girl with my parents.
A beautiful lake
up in the mountains.
I used to wake up every morning
to the smell of frying bacon.
Man, I love that smell.
You gotta eat
something, you know?
I mean, what do you
weigh, like 17 pounds?
Yeah, I got that low body fat.
You don't eat, you die.
You ever heard that?
Everyone's gotta go
sometime, you know?
Boy, you are a cheery
little guy, you know that?
You went to college?
Yeah, where did you find
that diploma, anyway?
It was under a pile
of shit in your closet.
You've got no respect.
I wanted to go to college.
Yeah?
You don't want to now?
No...
I still do.
I wanna be an architect.
And build things?
Yeah.
Build me one of them skyscratchers
and live up in the top of it.
Oh, shit! We gotta go!
Come on!
And that was when she struck you
in the head with the baked beans?
Uh, no, ma'am, refried beans.
Excuse me?
She beat me on the head with...
refried beans.
Extra-large size.
Thank you, Janine,
for that report.
Great.
Now I'm a fugitive from justice.
Robbery...
and assault with a
deadly can of beans.
Maybe we should
run for it, you know?
Thanks, Lisa. I'm here
with Dr. Paula Gordon.
Dr. Gordon?
We should get moving.
We should run for it.
- We should go.
- I wanna see that.
No, no!
- They'll be coming after us!
- Jane...
I don't know what's going on,
but that's a very sick boy you're with.
If you don't bring him
back here right now...
Just bring him back.
Jane, please!
Thank you, doctor.
Hey... what's wrong with you?
Nothing. They're just
trying to scare you.
- Tell me what's wrong with you.
- Nothing, I swear. Nothing.
What is it? Is it
cancer or something?
God damn it, Tony!
Tell me what it is!
AIDS.
Oh, Jesus.
No, don't worry. You can't
get it from touching me.
I'm not worried
about getting it.
Sure.
I already got it,
you stupid kid.
What?
Yeah.
But evidently,
you got it a whole lot worse.
- Let's go.
- Where?
- I'm taking you back to the hospital.
- No, no, no, no, no. No!
No? What do you mean, "no"?
Didn't you hear
what that doctor said?
Yeah, and there ain't nothing
they can do about it.
Well, they can
hold it off for a while.
How long do you think
they can hold it off?
I don't know.
Well, me neither, but...
I know it ain't a long time.
How are you even walking around?
Well, I like walking around.
I ain't done it in a while.
Yeah, but you gotta be hurting.
No.
- You're lying.
- No.
I... I swear.
Well...
I'm taking you back
to the hospital anyway.
I'm not gonna be responsible
for killing you.
- Come on.
- No, no!
I'll get busted if
I take you, so...
you'll have to go
back alone, okay?
No, fuck that!
I'm not going back.
Suit yourself.
I got you back this far.
You're off my conscience.
You ain't got no conscience!
Listen, you little
son of a bitch,
I didn't ask you to follow
me out of that hospital.
Fuck it.
- I'm taking you back anyway.
- No!
No, I don't wanna go back there.
Don't make me go back there!
- Don't fight me, Tony.
- I hate it there!
- Come on.
- I've been in there forever!
I've been in there
for so fucking long!
I'm gonna die in there!
Don't make me die in there!
Tony!
I wanna die with you!
What?
Come on.
Why?
Huh?
Why?
Because I love you.
You don't even know me.
How can you love me?
I don't know. I love you.
Okay, Tony.
Okay, Tony.
Okay.
It's okay.
Shh.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh!
Shit!
What do we do now?
Come on.
Did you get it?
Yeah, I got it.
Here you go, baby. Suite 1807.
Thanks, Martielle.
- Oh, yeah, baby.
- I got any money left?
Yeah, plenty.
You made yourself
a nice score, sweetie.
I mean, damn, the
"Refried Bean Robber."
Y'all could be starting
some kind of trend.
Folks could be knocking off the liquor stores
with various cans of vegetables and shit.
The "Tuna Thief."
Or, like,
the "Canned Beef Bandit."
And, you know,
you know, wait, wait...
The "Creamed Corn Crook."
"Mashed Potatoes..."
No.
How much do you wanna bet she's still
got some of that money left in her purse?
Well...
go on.
Check it out.
I don't wanna touch nothing.
Open it.
Go on.
- Why?
- It's yours.
Get your stink on it.
What do you mean?
The bed. See if the
softness level is to your liking.
Looks like a pretty
good softness level.
Well, go on.
Lay down.
Yeah?
Yeah.
A man could get used to this.
Hey, little man,
what size do you wear?
Huh?
Clothes.
What size?
Um...
Never mind.
I'll figure it out.
- I'll be back in a bit.
- Wait! Where are you going?
I'm gonna go get
us some clothes.
We don't need no clothes.
We look fine.
We look like a couple of bums.
Well, then I'll go with you.
No, stay here.
Take a nice bath.
Look, I'll be right back, okay?
Wait, I...
You're just gonna
go get clothes?
Yes.
You swear?
Swear.
On your mother's grave?
My mother's still alive.
Then on your father's.
They're both still alive.
Last time I checked.
I'll see you in a few.
Wait, wait, are you sure you...
You don't want me to come?
No, look, just stay here and...
relax.
Get a beer out of the minibar.
What?
The thing...
in the corner.
Shit, I'm naked here!
What's the matter? Afraid I
might see your pubis hair?
Maybe.
You've been in there
the whole time?
There's this stuff
they give you.
It makes bubbles in the water.
I can see that.
Hand me that bottle of shampoo.
- What?
- That clear bottle over there.
- Hand it to me.
- It's cool.
It's okay.
- I'm just gonna wash your hair.
- I wash my own hair!
Come on, let me.
I used to be a hairdresser once.
Yeah?
Yeah.
So then...
you didn't always do
nasty stuff for a job?
No, not always.
That's good.
'Cause that stuff's, like,
underneath you, you know?
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
I never worn an old
monkey suit before.
You look very handsome.
I do?
You do.
How would you like to be
my date for dinner?
Okay.
Cheers.
So...
your parents used
to take you to a lake...
They sent you to college...
How come...
you're like you are?
And how am I?
Fucked up.
Thank you.
You know what I mean.
They must have loved you.
Yeah.
What happened?
Look, I don't wanna
talk about it, all right?
Why not?
What about you, huh?
What about your parents?
Did they love you?
Well, my dad didn't.
My mom did, I think.
But...
she loved my dad more than me.
Neither one of them
loved my brother.
But I did, though.
Tony, how did you get it?
What?
I don't know.
Well, you must know.
Nope.
Well, you never
did drugs, right?
Or was it a blood transfusion?
Did you have to street hustle?
No!
- Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
- Yeah, well, maybe not for you.
- You're not ashamed of nothing.
- Is that what happened?
No! Shut up about it!
- Okay.
- Jesus!
Okay, I'm sorry. Okay?
Look, I won't mention it again.
Tony?
I'm sorry.
My dad...
What?
My dad gave it to me.
Your dad?
Yeah.
He gave it to me
and he gave it to my mom.
You get it now?
Shit!
My mom...
she never drowned.
She died.
It's the same fucking thing
that I'm gonna die from.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ!
Don't you wanna kill him?
Don't you wanna find him wherever
he is in prison and just fucking kill him?
He's probably already dead.
Oh my God.
You poor kid.
You poor little kid.
Tony?
Would you like to dance?
What?
I'd like it very much if
you would dance with me.
Okay.
I can't dance too good.
You're a good dancer.
Yeah?
You are.
I've never been much good at it.
What? Dancing?
Love.
You asked me about my parents.
I've never been
much good at love.
Giving it or getting it.
I could tell that about you.
You could, huh?
Yeah.
You're very perceptive,
aren't you?
Yeah.
Perceptive?
Why don't you hold me
a little closer, Tony?
I won't bite.
Like that?
Yeah.
That's nice.
You ever been with a girl, Tony?
Sure.
Plenty of times.
Who?
The nurses at the hospital?
Come with me.
Hey.
Hey, sleepyhead.
Oh, Jesus.
Tony?
Tony?
Good morning.
Oh God.
- I have to get you to a hospital.
- What? No.
- Tony, I have to!
- No, I can't go back there now.
I can't go back there.
Take... Take me to that lake.
What?
That lake...
your parents used
to take you to it.
I can't.
- I want to see it.
- You're too sick.
I want to... I want to see it.
It's too far, Tony.
Please!
- Hey.
- Hey.
You, uh, wanna go for a ride?
- Sure.
- Okay.
Just pull into the alley here.
Okay.
Okay...
So...
I'm not a cop.
I know you guys always ask that first,
so I thought I'd get it out of the way.
What I would like...
is an around-the-world.
You know, the works.
Including anal.
I need your car.
What?
Get out of the car...
and leave me the keys.
Wait, what?
Are you kidding or what?
What are you doing?
Get out of the fucking car.
- It's a spoon. What...
- Shit!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the...
Get out of the car!
- All right, okay. I'm going.
- Get the fuck out, now!
Get out of the fucking car!
Wait! Please!
The car!
You're a carjacker, too?
I got an extensive resume.
What's a resume?
It's a thing that lists
all the jobs you've had.
And a lady's shirt is a blouse.
Hm?
That's the other
one you taught me.
Yeah.
And you're colorblind.
And I'm perceptive.
Hey! Tony?
Hey, talk to me.
Keep me company.
What do you wanna talk about?
Tell me about them skyscratchers
you're gonna build.
They're gonna be two miles high.
I'll make them all of diamonds.
That's a lot of diamonds.
Yeah.
Gonna have to get us
a shitload of diamonds.
And carrot cake.
I love carrot cake.
I build them all out of
carrot cake and diamonds.
What?
Remember?
You asked...
why you.
Hm?
Why I followed you
out of the hospital.
Hmm.
Yeah?
I thought you were an angel.
I saw you out of the window.
I thought you were an angel.
Hold on, Tony.
We're almost there.
Shh.
I think this is it.
Right here.
Okay, Tony.
We're here.
Mom?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm right here, baby.
Ow!
Mommy?
Ah!
There it is.
Boat...
You wanna go in the boat?
Yeah.
It's pretty, huh?
Argh!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, please don't suffer.
Please don't suffer.
It's okay, Tony.
I'm gonna make it stop.
I'm gonna make it stop, okay?
Oh, hang on.
Shh!
Hang on.
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
Shh!
I'm next to you.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
Give me your arm.
Just relax.
Shh!
You don't go.
That's it.
There you go.