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: They treat me like a criminal. I'll end up a criminal. Hockney
: You are a criminal. Fenster
: Why you gotta go and do that? I'm trying to make a point.
: We gotta bury him. Hockney
: With what? McManus
: With our hands.
[McManus starts digging
: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away! McManus
: Dig, you fuck!
: Todd Hockney? Hockney
: Who wants to know? cop
: New York Police Department.
[Hockney drops his screwdriver, sighs and reaches under the body of the car
: Shit! Freeze! Hold it!
[Hockney actually pulls out a red cloth with which he uses to wipe his face
: You sure you brought enough guys?
: You kids ready? McManus
: I would be if I didn't have to stop and answer to you.
: What about it, pretzel man? What's your story? Keaton
: His name's Verbal. Verbal Kint. McManus
: Verbal? Keaton
: Yeah. Verbal
: 'Roger', really. People say I talk too much. Hockney
: Yeah, I was just gonna tell you to shut up.
[after being strip-searched
: Man, I had a finger up my asshole tonight. Hockney
: Is it Friday already?
[suspects in a lineup are asked to read a phrase
] Interrogation Cop
: Number 1, step forward. Hockney
: Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker. Interrogation Cop
: Number 2, step forward. McManus
: Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker, aaarrrghh. Interrogation Cop
: Knock it off. Get back. Number 3, step forward. Fenster
] Hand me the keys, you cocksucker. Interrogation Cop
: In English, please? Fenster
: Excuse me? Interrogation Cop
: In English. Fenster
: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker, what the fuck?
: I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking. Hockney
: Really? I live in Queens. Did you put that together yourself, Einstein? What, do you got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?
: Mr. Redfoot knew nothing. Mr. Soze rarely works with the same people for very long, and they never know who they're working for. One cannot be betrayed if one has no people. Fenster
: So why are you telling us? Kobayashi
: Because you have stolen from Mr.Soze, Mr Fenster. All of you. That you did not know you stole from him is the only reason you are still alive. He feels you owe him. You will repay your debt. Hockney
: All right, fuck the debt. And fuck you! How do we know you work for Soze? Kobayashi
: I don't think that is very relevant, Mr Hockney. All five of you are responsible for the murder of Saul Berg and his bodyguards. Mr. Redfoot can testify to your involvement, and we can see to it that he will.
: What about it, pretzel man, what's your story?
: So who in this goddamn p-cell stole the fuckin' truck? Hockney
: What did you say? Fenster
: Who stole the fuckin' truck?
: Do you guys know who the fuck I am? Do you know who the fuck I am?
[Hockney rips cop's badge off
: We do now, jerk-off.
: You do some time, they never let you go. You know. They treat you like a criminal. *I'm* not a criminal. Hockney
: You *are* a criminal. Fenster
: Now why'd you got to go and do that? (I'm) trying to make a point.
[in interrogation room
] Interrogation Cop
: You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint? Hockney
: Fuck your father in the shower and then have a snack? Are you going to charge me dickhead?
Redfoot the Fence
: You guys interested in any more work? McManus
: We're always looking for extra work. Keaton
: We're on vacation. Redfoot the Fence
: Well. That's too bad. I got a ton of work and I don't have any good people. Not like you guys. McManus
: What's the job? Redfoot the Fence
: There's this jeweler out of Texas named Saul. He rents a suite, some downtown hotel. Does free appraisals for people, sometimes he buys, sometimes he doesn't. Anyway, the word is he carries around a lotta cash. So I figure, I keep the merchandise, you keep the green. Simple. Hockney
: What about security? Redfoot the Fence
: Couple of bodyguards. Nothing you couldn't handle. McManus
: Give me time to check it out? Redfoot the Fence
: I expect nothing less from you, man. McManus
: Good to see you. We'll call you. Redfoot the Fence
: Good to see you too. McManus
: All right. Redfoot the Fence
: Enjoy LA. Get yourself laid.
: You want a buckshot shampoo chubby?
: [Sarcastically as a plethora of cops come in to arrest him
] Sre you sure you brought enough guys?