They set off the alarm. They deserved what they got. White : You almost killed me! If I knew what kind of a guy you were I never would've agreed to work with you! Blonde : Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite? White : What was that? I'm sorry I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it? White lunges for Mr. Blonde who fights back. Pink steps in between them].
Pink : You two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on! What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional? You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers man. Did you ever work with niggers? Just like you two always saying they're gonna kill each other! White : You said yourself you thought about takin' him out! Blonde : You fuckin' said that? Pink : Yeah, I did, okay?
But that was then! Right now this guy is the only I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops. White : You takin' his side? Pink : Fuck sides man what we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna know who's name's on the handle.
Look I know I'm no peice of shit. Pink : And I'm pretty sure you're okay. Pink : And I'm fuckin' positive you're on the level. So let's just try and figure out who the bad guy is, all right?
Pink : [about Mr. Blonde] He seems okay now, but he was crazy in the store. White : This is what he was doing White : Bam! Blonde : Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told 'em not to touch the alarm If they hadn't done what I told 'em not to do, they'd still be alive. White : [clapping] My fucking hero. Blonde : [taking a bow] Thanks. White : That's your excuse for going on a kill-crazy rampage?
Blonde : I don't like alarms, Mr. Marvin : I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want. Blonde : Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that. Blonde : Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him Nice Guy Eddie : Daddy, did you see that? Joe : What? Nice Guy Eddie : Guy got me on the ground, he tried to fuck me. Blonde : You wish.
Nice Guy Eddie : You sick bastard, Vic. You tried to fuck me in my father's office. Look, Vic. Whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go to it. But don't try to fuck me. I mean, I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot, buddy, but I don't think of you that way. Blonde : Listen, if I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
Nice Guy Eddie : No you wouldn't, you'd keep me for yourself. You know, four years fuckin' punks up the ass, you appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see it. White : You can't leave this guy with them.
Nice Guy Eddie : Why not? White : Because he's a fucking psycho. And if you think Joe's pissed off, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for putting me in the same room as that bastard! Blonde : See what I've been putting up with, Eddie? I fucking walked in here, I told these guys about staying put.
White whips out his gun, he's sticking it in my face, calling me a motherfucker, saying he's gonna blow me away and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Pink : Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fucking time and she's only filled my cup three times. Blonde : Six times. Well, what if she's too fucking busy? Pink : The words "too fucking busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary. Nice Guy Eddie : Excuse me, Mr. Pink, but I think the last fucking thing you need is another cup of coffee.
Blonde : Listen, I appreciate what, you guys are doin' for me, but I was wonderin' when I can come back and, you know, do some real work. Joe : Well, that's hard to say, It's kind of a strange time now. Things are a little Nice Guy Eddie : They're a little fucked-up is what they are. Listen we got a big meetin' goin' down in Vegas right now. Joe : Just let Eddie for now set you up in Long Beach, get you some cash, Get this Scagnetti fuck off your back, and then we can start talkin' okay?
Nice Guy Eddie : Listen daddy, I got an idea. Now just, hear me out. He tried to set the dude on fire. Great filmmaking. Madsen plays one of the great Psychos. The deleted scenes are funny but so fucking fake that they had to delete them - the FX on the fake ear were terrible.
The ear scene was cool,I first watched it with my girlfriend and she nearly threw up :-[ I thought it was funny but it would cave been a different story if he had actually shown the ear getting hacked off. I'll introduce you to Matthews, tell him what's going on. VIC That's great, guy, thanks a bunch. JOE Well, it's kinda a strange time right now. We got a big meeting in Vegas coming up. And we're kinda just gettin ready for that right now. Give ya some cash, get that Koons fuck off your back, and we'll be talking to ya.
Now just hear it out. I know you don't like to use any of the boys on these jobs, but technically, Vic ain't one of the boys. He's been gone for four years. He ain't on no one's list. Ya know he can handle himself, ya know you can trust him. Joe looks at Vic. Vic has no idea what they're talking about. JOE How would you feel about pullin a heist with about five other guys?
VIC What's the exposure like? JOE Two minutes, tops. It's a tough two minutes. It's a hold up, daylight, during business hours, dealing with a crowd. But you have the fellas to deal with the crowd. It's a jewelry store. They're getting a big shipment of South African diamonds on a certain day. They're like a way station. It's gonna get picked up the next day and sent to Hamburg. When you walk through the door, you'll know right where to go for the rich stones. The fellas are good, me and Nice Guy picked em.
Nobody knows anybody else. Nobody's connected. I don't use connected guys for this shit. VIC What's the cut? JOE Juicy, man, real juicy. Toothpick Vic smiles.
So does Nice Guy Eddie. I gotta talk with daddy and find out what he wants done. White, Mr. Blonde surround him and proceed to beat the shit out of him.
He said the place turned into a fuckin bullet festival. He took a cop as hostage, just to get the fuck out of there. He's fuckin driving around with the cop in his trunk. I don't know who has the loot, if anybody has the loot. Who's dead, who's alive, who's caught, who's not I will know, I'm practically there. But what do I tell these guys about daddy? Eddie drives his car up to the warehouse. He gets out of the car, looks at the other cars parked outside.
Nice Guy Eddie walks in and everybody jumps. White speak together. Where the fuck is Joe? Nice Guy sees Mr. PINK We were set up, the cops were waiting for us. Nobody set anybody up. PINK The cops were there waitin for us! PINK Hey, fuck you man, you weren't there, we were. And I'm tellin ya, the cops had that store staked out. Detective, who did it? PINK What the fuck d'you think we've been askin each other?
Was it me? You think I set you up? PINK I don't know, but somebody did. You assholes turn the jewelry store into a wild west show, and you wonder why cops show up. I talked to Dov. Dov said he's comin out here, and he's fucking pissed. PINK to Mr. White I told ya he'd be pissed. Orange What are you gonna do about him? I got a few questions of my own, ya know.
I'll call a doctor, take care of him, fix 'm right up. No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr. PINK So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up. You beat on this prick enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so.
Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them. PINK I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station.
We also gotta get rid of all those cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot outside. Blonde You stay here and babysit Orange and the cop. White You two take a car each, I'll follow ya.
You ditch it, I'll pick you up, then we'll pick up the stones. And while I'm following you, I'll arrange for some sort of a doctor for our friend. Meaning Mr. White crosses to Mr. And if you think Joe's pissed at us, that ain't nothing compared to how pissed off I am at him, for puttin me in the same room as this bastard. As soon as I walk through the door I'm hit with this shit.
I tell 'm what you told me about us stayin put and Mr. White whips out his gun, sticks it in my face, and starts screaming "You motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you away, blah, blah, blah. Pink What are you, a silent partner? Fuckin tell him. PINK He seems all right now, but he went crazy in the store. White acts out Mr. Blonde shooting everybody in the store. They touched it. I blew 'em full of holes. If they hadn't done what I told 'em not it, they'd still be alive. We ain't lettin him go.
Not after he's seen everybody. You should've never took him outta your trunk in the first place. PINK We were trying to find out what he knew about the set up. Eddie takes charge Look, this is the news. Blondie, you stay here and take care of them two. White and Pink come with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and sees all those fucking cars parked out front, he's going to be as mad at me as he is at you. Eddie, Mr. Pink walk out of the warehouse talking amongst themselves.
Blonde closes the door after them. He then slowly turns his head towards the cop. COP I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. I've only been on the force eight months, nobody tells me anything! I don't know anything!
You can torture me if you want-- MR. COP Your boss even said there wasn't a set up. Are you clear about that? COP Yes. I don't really care about what you know or don't know. I'm gonna torture you for awhile regardless. Not to get information, but because torturing a cop amuses me. There's nothing you can say, there's nothing you can do. Except pray for death. He puts a piece of tape over the cop's mouth.
Blonde walks away from the cop. He turns on the radio. NOTE: This entire sequence is timed to the music. Blonde slowly walks toward the cop. He opens a large knife.
He grabs a chair, places it in front of the cop and sits in it. Blonde rises, kicking the chair he was sitting on out of the way. He opens the trunk, pulls out a large can of gasoline. He walks back inside the warehouse Blonde just sings along with Stealer's Wheel. Here I am, stuck in the middle with you. Blonde's chest. We cut back and forth between Mr. Orange emptying his weapon. Orange crawls to where the cop is, leaving a bloody trail behind him.
When he reaches the cop's feet he looks up at him. COP Jeffrey. COP Jeffrey Andrews. I'm a cop. I don't remember that at all. The gun-shot Mr. Jeffrey starts to weep. That fucking sick fucking bastard! There's officers positioned and waiting to move in a block away.
That motherfucker cut off my ear! He slashed my face! I'm deformed! They don't know that. All they know is they're not to make a move until Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent undercover to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they said he's on his way.
Don't pussy out on me now, Jeffrey. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin head through that door. He sits in a booth all alone. He's waiting for somebody. As he waits, he practically empties an entire bottle of ketchup on his french fries, not by mistake either--that's just how he likes it.
Holdaway sees Freddy bop towards him with a wide-ass alligator grin plastered across his face. Say "hello" to a motherfucker who's inside. Cabot's doing a job and take a big fat guess who he wants on the team? I'm up his ass. Freddy's doing a lot of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying. Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants to meet me. He says I should just hang around my apartment and wait for a phone call.
Well after waiting three goddamn days by the fuckin phone, he calls me last night and says Joe's ready, and he'll pick me up in fifteen minutes. The freeze frame ENDS. From here to end we cut back and forth. When we got to the bar What bar? When we got there, I met Joe and a guy named Mr. It's a phony name. My name's Mr. He ain't one of Cabot's soldiers either. He's gotta be from outta town. But Joe knows him real well. You can tell they're buddies. They had just won the night before, and he made a killing off 'em.
And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned-if-I-know, that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr.
White motherfucker's ass. I want you to go through the mugs of guys from old Milwaukee with a history of armed robbery, and put a name to that face. Holdaway takes a big bite out of his burger. Holdaway's talked enough, he's eating his burger now. He motions for Freddy to elaborate. I read him my credits. I robbed a few gas and sips, sold some weed, told him recently I held the shotgun while me and another guy pulled down a poker game in Portland.
Didja use the commode story? I tell it real good, too. Holdaway wears an extra large Lakers sweatshirt. Freddy sits on one of the sinks, wearing his high school jacket, looking at pieces of paper stapled together. Memorize it. To do this job you got to be a great actor. You got to be naturalistic. You got to be naturalistic as hell. If you ain't a great actor you're a bad actor, and bad acting is bull shit in this job.
You remember what's important, and the rest you make your own. The only way to make it your own is to keep sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it, and sayin it. It's the details that sell your story. Now this story takes place in this men's room. So you gotta know the details about this men's room. You gotta know they got a blower instead of a towel to dry your hands. You gotta know the stalls ain't got no doors.
You gotta know whether they got liquid or powdered soap, whether they got hot water or not, 'cause if you do your job when you tell your story, everybody should believe it. And if you tell your story to somebody who's actually taken a piss in this men's room, and you get one detail they remember right, they'll swear by you. He's reading it pretty good, but he's still reading it from the page, and every once in a while he stumbles over his words.
I still had a connection. Which was insane, 'cause you couldn't get weed anyfuckinwhere then. Anyway, I had a connection with this hippie chick up in Santa Cruz. All and my friends knew it. And they'd give me a call and say, "Hey, Freddy, you buyin some, you think you could buy me some too? But it got to be everytime I bought some weed, I was buyin for four or five different people.
Finally I said, "Fuck this shit. She didn't have to do jack shit, she never even had to meet these people. I was fuckin doin all the work. So I got together with her and told her, "Hey, I'm sick of this shit. I'm comin through for everybody, and nobody's comin through for me. So, either I'm gonna tell all my friends to find their own source, or you give me a bunch of weed, I'll sell it to them, give you the money, minus ten percent, and I get my pot for free.
Freddy enters frame from the same direction he exited in the previous scene, finishing his sentence. When we move to a wider shot we see Freddy performing his monolog to Holdaway in a parking lot. Holdaway sits on the hood of his beat-up car. Freddy paces back and forth as he performs his story.
People called me on the phone all the fuckin time. I couldn't rent a fuckin tape without six phone calls interrupting me. I got all my shit laid out in sixty dollar bags. Well, they don't want sixty dollars worth. They want ten dollars worth. Breaking it up is a major fuckin pain in the ass. I don't even know how much ten dollars worth is. If I have that much around I'll smoke it. You motherfuckers been smokin for five years, be a adult about it. But as it turns out, I'm the best guy she had, and she depended alot on my business.
But I was still sick to death of it. And she's trying to talk me into not quitin. Now this was a very weird situation, 'cause I don't know if you remember back in '86, there was a major fuckin drought. Nobody and anything. People were livin on resin and smokin the wood in their pipes for months.
And this chick had a bunch, and was beggin me to sell it. But I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, and said we'd keep the same arrangement as before, ten percent and free pot for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend.
She had a brick of weed she was sellin, and she didn't want to go to the buy alone White all sit around a table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his story. The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.
Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in county unexpectedly. They stopped him for something, found the warrants on 'im, took 'im to jail. She doesn't want to walk around alone with all that weed. Well, I don't wanna do this, I have a bad feeling about it, but she keeps askin me, keeps askin me, finally I said okay 'cause I'm sick of listening to it.
Well, we're picking this guy up at the train station. JOE You're picking the buyer up at the train station? You're carrying the weed on you? Don't ask me why. So we get to the train station, and we're waitin for the guy. Now I'm carrying the weed in one of those carry-on bags, and I gotta take a piss. The most iconic scene in Reservoir Dogs — and the one that caused the most people to walk out during early screenings — is the torture scene.
Blonde ties the cop he kidnapped, Marvin Nash, to a chair in the warehouse, then the others unwisely leave Mr. Blonde alone with the hostage. Marvin tells Mr. You can torture me all you want. I like that. One of the funniest scenes in Reservoir Dogs sees Joe Cabot giving out the color-coded names to his crew.
Throughout the movie, Mr. White develops a kind of father-son bond with Mr. Orange as he tries to nurse his gunshot wound. He even tells him his real name.
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