Garlic and Gunpowder

- It's a tense situation here with riot police

as hundreds of protestors are gathered here

for the annual meeting of the world's wealthiest.

They're focused on a perceived urgency by the attendees.

The body count rises as a bloody turf war rages on.

You going already, Bianca?

Yeah, I got a job, okay?

So I don't want to be late.

- Hey, I got a job too, you know.

Come on.

Where are we goin'?

- Well, I thought we'd go for breakfast, for starters.

- I'm not talking about that, okay?

I'm talking about us.

Where are we goin'?

Neither of us is married and all we do

is hook up in these roach motels.

- Well, what do you want to do have sex in my bedroom

in my mother's house?

That a girl.

Goodbye, Sonny.

Take care.

- I thought you said you liked the bad boy.

Fuck your mother.

Red light.

I didn't say green light.

You go out that door, Bianca,

and it's over.

I know.

I'm starving.

- Your extra-rare pork steak, sir.

Thank you, gorgeous.

- And nothing for you, as requested.

Thank you, doll.

What, you're not eating again?

Ah, I'm not hungry.

- Let's just sip to this fine wine.

- The Boxing Times welcomes you to our main event.

In this corner, the unbeatable black stallion himself.

Nick!

In this corner, the unstoppable, the deadly, Spider.

You know the rules.

There are no rules.

This is a fight to the finish!

Whatever.

Pig and people DNA, 98% the same.

Who cares?

Not bad.

- Since you're in such a jovial mood,

Evvy was called in for questioning by the FBI again.

Today.

Evvy's had our backs forever.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey, hey, excuse me.

Yeah?

- What if I come over to your house

and I start scootin' around on your freshly mopped floor?

What would you do?

Kick your ass.

- All okay in there, Ms. Hancock?

No different than last week

except for wasting my time again.

We had a cat when I was a kid.

That's nice.

- Every time we took him to the vet,

he'd poop in the carrier.

It smelled worse than any Zagnut

that he ever laid in his litter box.

Zagnut?

Yeah, you remember.

The candy bar.

They look like little turds rolled in crushed peanuts.

This is a real conversation?

- Do you mind if I call you Evelyn?

Evvy works.

Just like all the other times you asked.

You know what the vet told us?

He told us that scared shit smells worse than normal shit.

- You think you got my guts rumblin'?

I'm sweatin'.

You're smelling garlic, Magnum PU.

I eat three raw cloves a day for my Lymes disease.

It sweats out.

Tsss.

- Well, you smell like a fat Italian who shit his pants.

- Good, 'cause you look like one.

Tell me something.

You recognize these two?

Yeah.

Michael and his brother Fredo.

Fredo broke his heart.

- Just because you sleep with a bunch of mob bosses

doesn't make you smart.

I know women like you.

You'll eventually tell me what I want.

I know guys like you.

I've seen 'em end up in barrels of acid

with accidental gunshots to the back of their heads.

The fact that I'm sittin' here telling you this

shows how smart I've been.

It's not them that I want.

Oh.

You got a funny way of asking a girl out, Agent Bean.

Ma.

I want Ma.

And your little pretty boys here are on her payroll.

Ma's the biggest drug dealer in Big City.

We're casting a net and I want her in it.

- You might want to try harpoons.

- We know that they're cooking something up.

Something big.

You cooperate and your little boy toys here,

they qualify for our catch and release program.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, excuse me, please.

Where's your bathroom?

I gotta take a scared shit.

Let me help you, sweetie.

Oh.

Look at this.

Sure sign of a nigga out of work.

Got his hands in his pockets.

Must've been fired.

He didn't get fired, Ma.

How's my baby?

I'm home.

Don't you baby me, nigga.

You see any subliminal messages in this one?

- A series of frames has been inserted.

Triad boss, Barry Ling, transmits a secret message

to the mayor of Big City saying he wants

to increase their monthly bribe.

- Yeah, and there's something else, Mama.

The frame with the big burger in the wrapper

also has a hidden frame.

Mayor Brown transmits a secret message

back to Barry Ling.

Look at Robert.

He's so handsome.

Should go to Hollywood.

You got the brains, you got the body.

Your daddy would've been proud.

If the stupid bastard hadn't have

blown himself up in the lab.

What about me?

- Girl, when are you gonna start wearing a bra?

- At least my tits don't hang all the way down to my knees.

You are a bitch!

Since you're so smart,

what do you think of those guys of mine?

You mean Sonny and Archie?

Yeah.

Tell me, handsome.

I like Archie.

Don't care for Sonny.

What do you think, girl?

They can't be trusted.

They're sloppy.

All right.

Now, some business.

What about them blue brewers?

I heard their blue shit could smack you ass

in about 10 seconds.

Any thoughts how we can get them to work for Ma?

I assume the chinks.

Asians, Archie.

They're Asians.

Who gives a shit?

I don't think it's gonna be easy.

Ma don't like the chinks and Ma calls them chinks.

- Ma calls her own husband the N word.

What, are we 10?

Say the word.

It ain't right.

- She puts an A on the end of it.

If you put a A on the end of it, it's not racist.

I mean, they call each other that.

- Where'd you learn that, in English class?

- You got a hangup about saying a word.

You remember what we do, right?

- Mother fucker, cock-sucking son of a bitch.

Dick-licking fucker.

What are we doing, Arch?

Huh?

Shaking down small business owners for protection money.