12 Round Gun(2017)【完整台词】

[bell rings]

[crowd chanting]

Justo. Justo. Justo.

Girls, I want a clean fight.

I want you to obey

my commands at all times.

Touch them up.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd chanting]

Justo, Justo, Justo.

[bell rings]

[ominous music]

[commentator] See that kid's tough,

he can take a punch, can't he?

[commentator] He's a little machine, he's an

animal, but with this kind of punches, Jim.

[commentator 2] Justo is too

much for Tommy at this point.

[crowd cheering]

[bell rings]

Hey, that's it.

[announcer] He's gonna be sat.

You gotta be first, baby. You've been

waiting way too long for this cap.

You have

a different angle, alright?

Come on, baby, you've got to move

your feet. You're killing me.

Be first, be first, alright.

Hold the jab. Jab after jab.

Spit. Come on.

What's up?

- You know...

- Ticket, please?

Ticket? I don't need a fucking ticket,

that's my fucking son in there.

- Sir, why don't you relax. Don't do anything stupid, alright?

- OK.

- No ticket, no entry.

- Alright. OK.

OK, good.

Everything is going

just the way we want it to be.

Hmm?

You kill this gringo,

you understand me?

[bell rings]

Good.

[huffing]

[indistinct]

- That's right, that's right, that's right.

- Shove him inside over there.

[huffing]

Break!

[bell rings]

[exhales]

[heart beats]

[muffled voice] Tommy, Tommy.

OK. Yeah. Yep, OK. Now.

[distant noise]

[answering machine] Hey, you've

reached, Tommy, leave your messages.

[rock music]

Fucking, man. Fucking, man.

Fucking damn it, man.

- Jimmy? Jimmy, what's up, man?

- Yeah, how you doing, Joey?

- What's up, baby?

- I don't know, you look like fucking shit.

Yes, so do you, man.

Fucking ass hole.

Come on, baby, come on.

What's up, man? What's up, man?

What's up, man? Come on baby,

come on. Yeah, come on.

- It's been a long time, man.

- Yeah.

- How's, Tommy?

- He's good.

[engine revving]

He's good, he's good. When I walked up, I saw

you had this big old scratch right here.

Why don't you let me

fix this for you?

Come on, Joey? You're not

gonna try to hustle a hustler?

No, no, listen, I need them...

I need $40, man. I need $40. OK?

You know how it is.

You know what I'm saying?

Really? This, this is

what it's come to for you?

No, listen, no man, no. I got my own spot,

I got a junkyard on 45th and Pico, OK?

Alright, well, maybe I'll

come by. Maybe we'll fix that.

- I got to get some...

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- I'll fix this, right now for you, man.

- Right now?

- Yeah. I need the money, Jimmy.

- I think... No, no.

They ain't gonna let you

do that here, man.

What are you talking about?

I've got my tools in my car.

I'm gonna fucking add some

black, some primer paint, boom.

And I'll fix this right now.

Come on, Jimmy? Come on, Jimmy?

- Come on, man?

- Alright, alright. On one condition.

- Name it.

- Yeah?

Yeah?

You get yourself straight.

I'm talking about

from right now, right now.

Jimmy, don't play me

for a fucking child, man.

- Don't play that...

- No, hey, hey. I'm serious.

From right now, this moment,

you get on the path. Yes or no?

From this moment on,

you're straight?

OK, deal. Deal, deal.

I need to get my tools.

I'm going to get my tools.

- Take me ten minutes. Ten minutes.

- Ten minutes?

- Yeah.

- Alright.

- Let me do it.

- Yeah.

- I got to call.

- Alright.

- I'll be over here.

- Ten minutes, Jimmy.

- Yeah, uh-hm.

- I love you, man.

Yo, Jimmy?

Come look at this, man.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

- That's it? What is that?

- That's wax.

- I got to let that set.

- No, what is that job, man? I mean...

- You... What?

- That's a half ass job if I ever saw one.

- That's not half ass.

- Well, it ain't done.

- Yes, it is.

- Joe, there is...

There's two kinds

of people in this world. Right?

There's the hedonists

and then there's the stoics.

The hedonists, they'll do whatever

he can fucking do to feel good.

Stoic does what is right,

no matter how he feels.

I don't know what the fuck

you just said, OK?

But that's damn good

for a street job.

It's my point exactly.

You've got some bull shit excuse

for everything you do.

And you've probably lived your whole

life like that as far as I know.

You know, I like you, man.

I always have, but...

You got your head stuck so far up

your ass you can't even see straight.

You need help.

I don't know where

you're going to get it.

You better get it. Thanks.