Jackie Brown

How are you doing?

Flight 710 to Cabo San Lucas now boarding gate 103, first class only.

Flight 710, Cabo San Lucas, now boarding gate 103.

Buenos Dias.

Welcome aboard. Welcome aboard.

Hi, I'm Sidney. I'm a personal trainer and Miss Orange County finalist.

- This is my TEC-9. - That there is a TEC-9.

Little cheap-ass spray gun made outta South Miami.

It retail for 380, I get 'em for 200, sell 'em for 800.

They advertise this TEC-9 as the most popular gun in American crime.

Can you believe that shit?

It actually says that in the booklet that comes with it.

"The most popular gun in American crime." Like they're proud of that shit.

I love my TEC-9.

Let me run this up.

- Design emphasis behind this weapon. - Check out this gun here.

This here is a Styer Aug.

Styer Aug's a bad motherfucker. Listen.

Ooh! That shit's expensive too, man.

Made in Austria.

My customers don't know shit about it, so there ain't no demand for it.

Baby, I really could use me some more ice.

Hold it. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me tell you, though, man.

You put this bad boy in a flick, every motherfucker out there want one.

I'm serious as a heart attack.

When them Hong Kong flicks came out, every nigger in the world had to have a .45.

And they ain't want one, they want two,

'cause all them niggers want to be the killer.

But what them flicks don't tell you and what they don't know...

is that a .45 got a serious fuckin' jammin' problem.

Now, I try to steer my customers toward a 9 millimeter...

'cause it's damn near the same weapon and it ain't got half the jammin' problems.

But you know how them niggers is out there. You can't tell 'em shit.

They want a.45. The killer had a .45, they want a .45.

- Thanks, baby. - Mm-hmm.

Who's your partner?

Cat named Mr. Walker. Runs a fishing boat out of Mexico.

I get the merchandise to him, he gets it out to my customers, on all my bulk sales anyway.

Before I set that nigger up, he didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

Now that motherfucker rollin ' in cash.

Got hisself a yacht with all kind of high-tech navigational shit on it.

Oh, uh-uh-uh, here we go.

AK-47, the very best there is.

When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room,

accept no substitutes.

Nothing gets between me and my AK.

This here is the Chinese model.

I get 'em for 850 and double my money.

Grab that for me, would ya, baby?

You know it's for you.

Girl, don't make me put my foot in your ass.

FarangSiam thanks you. Enjoy!

Hello. It's for you.

Yo, Junebug. What's up?

Yep. Still hanging with that stripper Chantelle?

Boring, isn't it?

I can sit through it once.

Thinks he's Joe Gunn now.

Well, I'm impressed. He seems to know a lot.

He's just repeating shit he overheard.

He ain't any more of a gun expert than I am.

- You want? - Sure.

It shoots 500 rounds of full metal jacket,

9-millimeter Luger at 1,270 feet per second.

At ten pounds, it's really heavy for such a small gun.

Demi Moore.

Really reduce muzzle lights during firing.

I've never held anything that felt so strong.

So when'd you get out of jail?

Four days ago.

- Where at? - Susanville.

How long?

About two months shy of four years.

Four years?

- For what? - Bank robbery.

Really?

- Ah-right. Later. - Shit, I'm impressed.

Ha-ha. See what I'm talking about?

Now, that was about a man in New York...

wants a 9-millimeter Smith and Wesson, model 5946.

And why does he want it?

'Cause it's the same gun that nigger on New York Undercover uses.

'Cause of that nigger, I'm gonna make 1,250 off of this nigger.

So... What's your cost?

Low as two.

- You're serious? - I'm telling you, Louis.

Start adding these figures up, tell me this ain't the business to be in.

- Oh, I got me five M-60 machine guns too. - Hello.

Motherfuckers come straight out the Gulf War.

I already sold 3 of them, 20 grand a piece.

- Wow, that's good money. - I'm gonna make a million dollars out of this, man.

I already got a half million sittin' down in Mexico.

When I deliver this next load, it'll get me another half mill.

- Then what? - Then I'm out.

Spend the rest of my life spending.

Pull the trigger and let her rip!

Hi, my name is Melinda.

- Well, you gonna tell me who it is? - It's Beaumont.

Don't clown on me, bitch.

Beaumont, what's up?

What the fuck you doin' in jail?

What the fuck you doin' that for?

Goddamn, nigger.

Ain't you got better sense than to be drunk driving with a goddamn pistol?

Beaumont.

Beaumont.

Listen to me. Yeah, number one, you got to chill.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'course you're scared.

That's what the motherfuckers get paid for,

to scare the shit out of you.

That's their motherfucking job.

The judge doesn't give a fuck about that.

He's ready to habitualize you. Is that what you want?

You wanna look at ten years?

Tomorrow I'll get you out, I promise, but that means I gotta pick you up tonight.

Reggie, there ain't no two ways about it.

You're gonna spend the night in jail, but I already told you I'm gonna get you out tomorrow.

Now, where are you? You're at your mother's?

Put your mother on.

Miss GI 1 more. Miss Gilmore, this is Max Cherry.

This is Reggie's... That's right, his bail bondsman.

Look, Reggie is in big trouble.

I want to pick him up, and I want you to be responsible for him before I...

Sit down.

Yeah, I'd like you to make sure that he's there when I get there.

And look, this is a second chance for him.

They don't get... That's correct.

All right. So I'm counting on you to help me help your son.

Thank you very much. Put him back on the line, please.

All right, Reggie, we're clear on this. You got it? Good.

Do yourself a really big favor and be there when I get there.

How can I help you?

Where can I put my ash?

Use that cup there, if you like.

Oh, and I need me a bond for 10,000.

- You all right out there? - Yeah.

- Have some coffee? - Go right ahead.

Who's that big, Mandingo-looking nigger you got up there on that picture with you?

- That's Winston. He works here. - Damn!

He's a big 'un, ain't he? Y'all tight?

- Yeah. - But you're his boss, though, right?

Yeah.

Bet it was your idea to take that picture, too, wasn't it?

All right, you want a $10,000 bond?

- What have you got to put up for collateral? - I'm gonna have to use cash.

- You have it with you? - Got it right here in my rapper bag.

- You have cash. What do you need me for? - Come on, man.

You know how they do.

Black man show up with 10,000 cash, first thing they wanna know is where I got it.

Then they gonna want to keep a big chunk of it, start talkin' that court-cost shit.

Fuck that noise, Jack. I go through you.

Cost you a thousand for the bond.

I can do that.

Who's it for? A relative?

A fellow named Beaumont. They got him down in County.

Started out drunk driving,

but they wrote it up as possession of a concealed weapon.

- Dumb monkey-ass had a pistol on him. - Ten thousand sounds high.

They run his name, got a hit. He been inside.

Plus, he from Kentucky, and I think they're kind of prejudiced...

against brothers from down South out here.

If he runs, and I have to go to Kentucky to bring him back,

you pay the expenses.

You think you can do that?

I've done it. What's his full name?

Beaumont. That's all I know.

Would you say that Beaumont is his first or his last name?

Uh, if I had to guess, I'd say Beaumont's his Christian name.