Bad Karma (2011)

Oh.

Hello?

Who?

Uh-huh.

It's the ocean.

Yeah, I'm just walking on the beach.

Whew.

Where?

At Petey's? What time?

Oh, yeah, yeah, definitely.

I'm sorry.

Give me another hour, okay?

Okay, thanks.

- Bye-bye. - .' The devil's little brother .'

Haven't you ever been in love before?

You're kidding, right?

We've known each other for what, 42 minutes?

The best 42 minutes of my life.

You're barking up the wrong tree with that bullshit line, stud.

- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.

What's that?

Nice.

How did you get so cynical?

Huh. Product of a broken home.

What's your excuse?

Mom and Dad died in a car crash when I was seven.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

What doesn't kill you...

Oh, whoa.

- Where are you going? - I gotta be somewhere.

You're just gonna leave?

Consider yourself lucky.

- Petey, Petey, hey. - Hey, Molloy.

Hey, what's up? Hey, anybody been asking for me?

- Yeah, some Swedish guy. - Uh-huh.

- He wanted to give you a Nobel prize. - Ha! That's not funny.

Hey, I just had an unbelievable cheeseburger, the best fucking

cheeseburger I ever had. They had fries.

They put the gravy on the fries-- unbelievable.

Hey, you have a...

Okay. Sorry. Sorry.

- Dude, you want my advice? - No.

Here he is. Hi, young fellow.

- Yates. - How are you doing, brother?

Good, good, good, good. Want a drink?

No, I'm good. Ready for that chat?

- Yeah, let's go. - All right.

Yeah. Later, Petey.

See you, mate.

Some lobo is bringing a ki, 75% pure.

- What's it going for? - 150 Gs.

Really? That's a pretty snazzy neighborhood.

How do you want to do this? What's the play?

Go in heavy, grab the junk, take the cash, leave, sell it back to the lobo.

What about- is there a risk factor?

It's low. I've dealt with these assholes before.

Shouldn't be anything if you have the artillery.

What do you mean, shouldn't be? What the kind of guarantee is that?

You want a guarantee, get yourself a fucking blender.

- You in or not? - Yeah, I'm in. I'm in.

- You got a gun? - Yeah, I got a gun.

I got a .33, I got sawed-off. I can get whatever-

It's a Holiday Inn on Burke by the airport. You know it?

I was baptized there. It was a beautiful thing.

- I'll see you there Saturday. - Yeah.

- Midnight, all right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm there.

I'm there, midnight, Holiday Inn.

Oh, how's Bear?

Listen to this.

He's doing a six-week court-ordered rehab.

Second night of freedom, the fucker gets pulled over for DUI.

It took five cops to get him in the car.

Only five, eh?

Yeah, I bailed him out. He's good.

So we're on for Saturday?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Holiday Inn, behind the Holiday Inn

on Burke, by the airport. I'm there.

What the fuck do I want a blender for?

Come here. Hit me.

Oh, you fucker.

Petey!

Oh, fuck. What time is it?

- Fuck, what time--

what time is it?

Oh, you motherfucker.

This is fucked.

Where are you going, Molloy?

What? What? What?

Yeah, I'm fucking coming. I'm coming.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

You fuck-knuckle.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Fucking Molloy.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, fuck!

Don't be a hero.

On the ground.

Come on.

And the other one.

Kick it over.

Come on, move it.

- Drop the gun! - Drop the fucking gun! On the floor!

- Easy, easy, easy.

On the floor, asshole.

Fuck you.

Get the fuck down.

Fuck off!

I fucking love that. I love this guy.

Welcome to the land of the living.

I was driving.

I felt like--

like my che--

like an elephant sat on my chest.

You had a heart attack, Mr. Molloy.

I had a heart attack?

It's hardly surprising,

given this toxicology report.

My best estimation is that your heart stopped

somewhere around the North Street exit.

It seems that the impact of your chest hitting the steering wheel

restarted your heart.

Do you understand what I'm telling you, Mr. Molloy?

It's a miracle you're alive.

However, there are indications

that you've suffered some heart damage.

Heart damage?

It's minor.

With medication,

you should be able to live a normal life...

provided you clean up your act.

Hey, come here.

Come on, I'll buy you lunch. I got something to tell you. Come here.

- I don't look hungry, do I? - You do a little.

- No lie? - Yeah, I got the ring and everything.

Bullshit.

Well, let's see it.

I didn't bring it to work, did I?

It's expensive.

When are you gonna pop the question?

Friday night.

I got it all planned out.

I got a nice new suit.

I'm gonna get dressed up really nice.

- Yeah. - And then I'm gonna-- I'm gonna-

Parole officer.

I'm gonna leave you with it, brother.

Thanks.

- Hi. - How are you doing?

- Good. - Everything going well?

Yeah.

All right, well, you know the routine. Let's see it.

Yes, sir.

So how is your mate Bear? Keeping out of trouble?

Yeah, yeah.

No, we're both doing really good. We're model citizens now.

Yeah, that's good.

Keep it up.

Something funny?

No, no, I was- I was thinking of something.

He was telling me a joke and it just registered.

Huh. This is new.

Yeah, she just got her hair cut, so...

I just think she looks stunning.

Well, they sort of make it all worthwhile, don't they?

She does for me.

Well, say hello to your mate Bear for me.

- Yeah. - All right.

- It's good seeing you. - Keep up the good work, mate.

Okay, thanks.

- See ya, Bear. - All right.

He says hello.

You still haven't told her you're an ex-con.

That's not the easiest thing to work into a conversation.

Yeah, okay. Well, try this:

She goes, "How was work today, Molloy?"

You go, "Better than doing three to five years

in the Long Bay Correctional, honey."

That's a lot of help, Bear.