12 Round Gun(2017)【完整台词】

[wistful music]

Fuck you, man. Fuck you, Jimmy.

[muffled voice] Tommy.

Tommy, can you hear me?

[doctor] Condition to the globe trauma and

we were able to reattach it with the one...

[doctor] Unfortunately by the time

we were able to operate, it was...

- What exactly are you saying?

- The prognosis for Tommy's vision is not good.

It will be less than the legal limit for

blindness if he has any sight at all.

[Sarah] Baby, please,

say something.

[hip hop music]

[indistinct]

What are you smoking?

Give me this shit.

This shit, ship right up

to your fucking ass.

- What the fuck is this shit?

- Fuck all, y'all.

[techno music]

- Oh, I don't know.

- Shit out this, my nigga.

- That old nigga is dead.

- Hell, yes.

- What the fuck, nigga?

- We are old.

- What the hell you think you're doing against my truck, man?

- OK, OK, OK, man.

- Listen, look. Alright.

- Yo, this motherfucker.

Look, I just want...

You got a big...

- What the fuck, yo?

- Oh, yeah!

You ain't getting to drive

my truck, man.

- What the fuck you know about a car?

- You gonna stop this shit.

- [man] You got no license, man.

- [man 2] Nigga, fuck you.

Yo, yo, fellas, chill.

- He said chill.

- He said chill.

- Chill, fellas.

- Pull it out.

Listen, I know cars, man, I can

fix this for you in like...

like, 15 minutes, 40 bucks.

Come, what do you say?

Listen, you gonna let your badass beast

of a truck sit here all fucked up?

Come on, let me fix this for you. You

can't have a big old scratch right here?

- You know what I mean?

- What the fuck, niggas, you crazy?

Shut the fuck up, sissy,

you don't know shit about cars.

Come on, let's see you do it.

Aye, aye, don't you got,

like a, Triple A or some shit?

Um, Triple A don't fix this,

fuck nuts.

- No, I don't have Triple A.

- Shawn, motherfucker. He called you, fuck nuts.

- Shit your momma, niggas.

- My momma?

Alright, deal homie.

Do your thing.

- Are you serious, motherfucker?

- That's right. I'm gonna get my tools? That's right.

You serious, man?

The motherfucker look like

a heartbreak monkey and you wanna

trust him with your truck?

- What the fuck is wrong with ya?

- That's why I keep shitting my kids name, niggas.

Shit just like this happens.

Hmm. Yeah, motherfucker.

I still can't believe this shit.

- Sit down, man.

- Hurry the fuck up, man. We ain't got all day.

Oh, my. I ain't got

all motherfucking day, bro.

- Don't get me like that, nigga.

- It's going to be the biggest fucking black to seven.

He dropped the motherfucking

ball. That's a bullshit.

- Yeah.

- That's a bullshit.

That nigga...

- Alright, ladies.

- Yo! This nigga can fix a car.

Damn, this nigga

really do know cars.

Hey, what's your name?

Are you Michael Shoemaker?

Schumacher, nigga, Schumacher.

[laughing] [indistinct]

Fuck y'all, dudes.

Hold up, hold up.

Where's my $40?

You thought, you could hustle us, huh?

How I know you didn't destruct

my car while I was inside, huh?

Not a bad scam.

[homie] Alright, Shawn. Leave that

faggot ass Shoemaker alone. Let's go.

Hold on. I fixed your truck,

give me my 40 bucks.

I didn't tell you do shit,

homie. You asked out.

- Hey!

- Oh shit.

- Now we're even.

- Shit.

- Fuck you, you owe me!

- Shoot his ass, fuck. Go ahead.

Here's your shit, man.

Fuck!

[overlapping talk]

Come on, let's go.

Ah! Shit. Fuck.

[huffing]

Get him! Get him, man.

Get him. Damn!

Now, hold on, and just let

me know if you feel anything.

- OK.

- Alright?

- I'm all good.

- OK.

How does it look, Doc?

Uh, the stitches are actually quite good.

There's only very minimal scarring.

- OK.

- So, we're gonna do a vision test now, Tommy.

All I need you to do is let me

know when you see the light.

OK? Just let me know when

you see the light.

I got nothing. Maybe my... Maybe my

eyes are just adjusting or something.

Uh.

- Sorry, Tommy, I'm just gonna take a couple of those.

- OK.

So... There is no perception

of visible light in either eye.

Yeah, but then... What's that?

Right now, but maybe in a week

or something I'll be good, uh?

- Tommy...

- Stressed up.

You're blind.

No, no, no. And I'm not willing

to accept that, Doctor. No way.

No, I'm really sorry, Tommy, but it is my job,

my duty, to give you the medical facts, alright?

This is... You had a long-standing

of macular detachment in both eyes.

This is... This is irreversible.

Yeah, yeah, no, Doctor,

it's not, OK?

It's not irreversible because I'm gonna

be champion of the world, alright.

I'm not gonna, not gonna

sit around being fucking blind.

I'm gonna get my eyes fixed up,

I'm gonna get my rematch,

I'm gonna win my fight,

that's what I do.

I'm a fighter, Doc.

- Good luck with that rematch, Tommy.

- Thank you.

[dialing]

- Hello.

- You have a collect call from Los Angeles County Jail,

if you'd like to accept