Johnny Handsome

Yeah, my bar is cooking now.

But when I first started the joint, I had to get cash.

Get a loan.

You know me, Johnny. Just a poor boy from Shreveport.

Only collateral I ever took to a bank was Dr. Smith & Wesson.

So who the hell's gonna give me any cash?

I need a job, Johnny.

He gets every fucking cent I take in now.

All the time watching him add the vig to the principal.

He owns half the paper on my joint.

Pretty soon, he's just gonna own the whole goddamn thing.

I need back in the game, Johnny.

Now, I know you're always planning a hit.

I want a bite.

I need it.

I can't walk this time, Johnny.

I got no place to go.

I'm asking you for old times.

Holy fuck.

We're working with him?

Shit, talk about hire the handicapped.

Why don't you give us all a break? Put a bag on his head.

We hit them just before closing.

This way they'll be tired and flushed with cash.

Sounds like he's already got a bag on his head.

A scumbag.

Watch your mouth.

Johnny knows what he's talking about on this number.

Now, you just keep your goddamn ears open.

Ain't you got no sense of humor, old man?

I was just having a little joke.

You know, maybe he's got some other kind of way of settling up his debts.

- I don't know. - Does he?

Do you?

This is your deal.

But I don't like it.

And I don't like them.

See you all later, Romeo.

It can happen. Ain't no guarantees in this line of work.

Two old people got in the way.

Look, I can handle this, cowboy.

Now, this number has plenty of cash to go around.

Everybody's gonna be happy and rich.

What a bitch.

What are you gonna do?

Good help's hard to find.

Johnny, now, I know you're doing this for me.

But you're already saving my ass.

You ain't gotta work it.

I can handle it. I handled worse.

Okay, buddy?

Did you see my new watch?

Well, good afternoon, sir.

I was, uh looking to buy a present for my boyfriend.

I wanna get him something... I don't know, something real nice.

Is he a serious collector?

Oh, he ain't a serious anything.

He just likes coins, you know what I mean?

Remember, when we get out, sit in the back seat.

Don't let Rafe get behind us.

Johnny, I got something for him and the bitch,

just in case they get smart.

That is a museum piece.

It don't look that old, does it?

How much would a little coin like that cost?

Its current value is $77,280.

My God.

Shit.

What the hell was that?

Okay, buddy.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Please... - Shut the fuck up!

You're late, asshole.

Let's clean the place out!

Move your fucking ass, pops!

Shut up and bag it, bitch!

Stupid fucker.

No!

What the fuck are you doing?

The shithead hit the alarm.

Cover the door, asshole!

Get the goods!

Okay, let's do it.

Come on, old man, come get your share.

I got something for you, boy.

Come on, get the geek. Get that fucking geek!

Yeah!

Hey, fat boy, move your ass and help with these bags.

What the hell happened? Where's Mikey and Johnny?

They're right here, baby.

Open it up.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

Well, they told me an old friend of mine

had made the House of D again.

Hell, I couldn't hardly believe it. Had to come see for myself.

You know, Johnny, you ain't never been much of shit to look at.

But at least up to now, you ain't been altogether stupid.

And what I mean is, you'll never even touch them.

You know it, and I know it.

You just tell me who they are and where I can find them.

And I'll take real good care of them for both of us.

That old Mikey Chalmette...

Hell, he was just like a big brother to you.

You and him spent a lot of time together.

Including all that hard time up there at Angola Farm.

Well, I just saw Mikey down at the morgue.

Poor old bastard.

They really did a job on him.

You got nothing on me.

Deputy.

Oh, Johnny,

guess what the boys found down at the bus station.

You probably got a lot of people feeling sorry for you

'cause you're such an ugly son of a bitch.

But not me.

'Cause I know what you are on the inside.

Nothing but a cheap crook.

Here's how it sits. Now, if you go to trial,

they're gonna push for the whole nine yards.

That includes murder, too.

Now, I ain't saying they got any kind of case without putting you at the scene.

But I'm saying one thing,

they got your face to show the jury.

Now, with a little friendly persuasion on my part,

maybe I can get them to knock down the armed and accessory

for say, a stolen properties.

I don't suppose you got anybody to vouch for your character?

Then it's five years.

Less if you're willing to play ball with Drones.

- No. - Maybe 28 months to parole,

if you behave yourself.

Now, that's the best I can do with the system here. You know how it works.

I'll make a deal.

Therefore, Mr. John Sedley, it is the order of this court

that you shall be remanded to the state penitentiary farm at Angola

for a term of not less than five years,

subject to the laws and conditions as set forth by the state of Louisiana,

and the parish of Orleans.

You will be remanded over by the bailiff to the proper authorities for transport.

The prisoner is reminded that he is now a two-time felony offender.

If, upon release, he is again convicted of a felony,

he will be subject to a life sentence without possibility of parole.

Guys that stuck you, you know what they got?

A grand each in cigarettes.

So it was probably somebody who thinks that murder's cheap.

Maybe like the guy that just took over Mikey's bar.

Cowboy named Rafe.

You know this badass.

You know what he did.

All right, Johnny.

Maybe I'll see you around, but I kind of doubt it.

I don't think Rafe will mess up on you a second time.

Then nobody will be getting even for Mikey.

Not me. Certainly not you.

Nobody.

Can you hear me John? Do you understand me?

You are in the lockdown ward at St. Matthew's Charity.

And you are back in the city now, John.

I'm Dr. Steven Resher, Department of Corrections

and liaison to the medical community.

I am not your regular doctor.

I run a program that deals with reconstructive surgery.

How would you like a new face?

Patient may need mandibular procedure, period.

However, comma, patient may benefit more...

- Dr. Resher? - ...from maxillary intrusion, period.

- Yes. - A.Z. Drones, New Orleans Police.

Yes, I see. What can I do for you?

How's your patient, Doctor?

- Which patient might that be? I have... - John Sedley.

You know, the pretty boy.

That is not a very nice thing to say.

Well, he's not a very nice man, Doctor. Now, how is he?

Look, Doc, let's not let you and me get off on the wrong foot here.

I'm the case officer assigned to this boy.

Any information pertaining to him is my business.

Now let me ask you again. How is he? Is he going to be all right?

I see.

His chances of a full recovery are excellent.

If you like, you may get a full report on his progress daily from the staff nurse.

She gets off duty at 7:00.

Now, if you'd excuse me, I have work to do.

Goddamn! Thanks, Doc.

There's a theory, John,

that surgical rehabilitation can be a deterrent to criminal recidivism.

Like any theory, it needs to be validated with facts,

statistical evidence.

You won't be the first, John.

But if you say yes, you will not be the last.

Granted, it'll take me a while,

but you could end up looking almost normal.

Maybe even better than that.

The point is, I need your consent.

You know the prison rules as well as I know the prison rules.

But let me assure you, I'm not talking about experimenting on you.

These operations are not experiments.

Do you know that they started doing these procedures on children

with massive cranial disfigurements some 15 years ago?

These operations work, John.

Now, I know that your childhood operations ended in failure,