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he looks like anybodyyou see on the street. but when he grins,birds fall off telephone lines. when he looks at youa certain way, your prostate goes bad,and your urine burns. the grass yellows upand dies where he spits. he's always outside. he came out of time. he has the nameof a thousand demons. he can call the wolvesand live in with the crows.

he's the king of nowhere. i waited and watched. i watched and i waited. for years i saw him comeand i saw him go. dolan. i'll make the coffee. i already set the timer. did i snore? - like a walrus.- i'm sorry!

hurry up, it's negative.back to bed. - i haven't even brushed my teeth.- i don't need your teeth. i'm going riding after workso you're on your own for dinner, ok? have a nice day, baby. jim is huck's friend, but jim is also a slavewho belongs to miss watson. if huck helps jim escape, then he's breaking the lawand stealing miss watson's property. why does huck break the law?isn't it always wrong to break the law?

in 1869 my great-grandfatherwas 24 years old. he worked for the union pacific railroadfor a dollar a day. this... was his watch. - wow...- cool. many chinese and irish workersdied making the railroad. the ones that livedgave my great-grandfather this watch. that's because he ledthe great railroad strike of 1877. now, who built the railroads?

- the immigrants.- that's right. the immigrants. i have to piss! i have to piss. piss your panties! bitch... puta. the fans! the fans! buenos dias, dolan. i got small children!i'm begging you in god's name!

go on? clean this mess up.get everybody back in the truck. i can't stop thinkingabout the others. there were womenstill alive in the truck. still alive and still illegal. ma'am, what you got between hereand the border is an alien invasion. we find theseboarder-hoppers year round, 100 feet off the road with varmintsnesting in their carcasses. pardon, ma'am.

but i got a man out there nowand the place is barren as the moon. no truck, no bodies, no blood. he didn't find your cell phone either. look, this is a custom cadillac suv. how many of them could there be? sure, these greasy pepper-bellieslove a custom caddy but no matter what they're driving,it's trafficking and human-smuggling. these bean-eaters will steal your job,kill each other for the scraps. the killers were white.

some coyotes look it. i saw a man sewn inside a car seat once. he looked white too. some water-headed wetbacks can'tdo their job and evil goes on autopilot. i call it structural original sin. the evil genius of the systemmakes personal virtue impossible. - did i pass the immigration laws?- you did not, mr dolan. would you turn that game boy offand listen to me? i'm listening to every word.we've talked about this before.

the overfed haves pass the immigrationlaws to keep out the starving have-nots. it's pure greed, really. and we have to do our bestto help the starving have-nots. i fucking hate it when the countryis so goddamn cold. people bust their assesto get in here. look at what happenswhen we help them. it's the system, boss.you really have no choice. the privilegedexploiting the unprivileged. we just have to do our bestto help the unprivileged...

to make their wayin this dark, cruel world... why don't you just seewhat you can do about this, huh? my skin's still crawling.i need a shower. hey, forget what happened out there.we're home now. we're safe. - what?- oh, god, don't look, don't look! jimmy dolan doesbusiness with chinese gangs, the triads and the snakeheads,and they're ruthless. they're trafficking in human beings,usually for the sex trade.

their watchword is "intimidation". right now, a federal task forcein washington is trying to stop them and i have been assured personallyby the deputy attorney general that we will be givenall the resources and manpower necessary to do our best to keep you protected. the last two witnesses who were meantto testify against jimmy dolan were... murdered -you can say it, mr fletcher. mr dolan is counting on mebeing afraid of him... and i am. but i'm the only living witnessto that poor little girl's murder.

elizabeth... those lives are lost. no matter what you say in court,it's not going to bring them back. what if someone saw him kill me? would you want themto speak for me or for you? we can protect you. we will move you toa safe house until the trial. i will have federal marshals conducta thorough threat and risk assessment. they will surveyand map the premises.

they will provide all the securityand manpower needed to keep you safe. that will buy us some time so we canfind those bodies and the evidence. i think we should trust him. johnny wu, he ship you twenty units.young, quality merchandise. you no pay. he say wire 800k before tomorrowbusiness close, right? you tell mr wu, payment on receipt...no cargo, no payment. you received the twenty units.clean, docile bitches. you owe 800k. let me say it for you in chinese:"no cunny, no money". just stay still.

there we go. here, stick that in there.look at that! nice work... that's a nice one. - you want it that way?- yeah. take your tip. jackass. wow... fletcher wasn't kidding. there are men both front and back.

front and back. all we have to dois make it through the trial. what's the matter? why you? why not somebody else? why does it have to be you? what if somebodyelse is afraid to do it? ladies, welcome to america. you get the shoes. you get the papers. tell him i'm at full capacity.i can't move more units,

which means i need to movemore expensive units, makes sense? jimmy, vadim sent eight from the ukraine. came into vancouveracross the washington-bc border. - quality?- uh... some. some not. tell vadim "some" won't cut it.we're in the freight business. i need to up the capacity per load.if we were in the bird business, we'd stop hauling chickens and starthauling exotic birds of paradise. no mas de pollos. comprende?

better, better, better, sexier, hotter. let's just run away. we're going to do the right thing. this isn't law and order. if you testify, he's going to kill you,whether or not he's in prison. where is all i need. where. it's a fundamental interrogativepertaining to location. it's an address or the name of a building,it's a place, a point in space.

where. the question. i know you know where, you know i'll never sayyou told me where where is, so where is where? how can a few numbersand the name of a street hurt anyone? it's data, bought and soldon the information marketplace, morally neutral, is it not? you see? where. see how easy it is? you said it won't take long.

it's been two months. i'm learning in the criminal justicebusiness, that isn't long. well, then you understandwe're going stir-crazy in here. i'm not seeing any breaking news storiesabout jimmy dolan being arrested. elizabeth? elizabeth! where is she going? stop her. shit! elizabeth! elizabeth!

the view from hell isclear and bright. the sun is black, thenight is radiant. good is evil, evil is good. sweet insanity understood. are you taking the anti-depressants? the happy pills?i take those every day. miracle drugs. and i'm very carefulwith the pain pills. you're still having pain?

yeah, terrible pain. i just miss her so much. there's the...the executive branch, which is, um... basically the... presidentof the united states... and... we have the legislative branch,which is congress, which is... the senate andthe house of representatives... then we have the... which is... class dismissed.

there's a federal statute t-v-p-a... trafficking victims protection act,there's a clause in there... let me guess... you're in chargeof the protection aspects. look, i told elizabethand i'm telling you. i don't quit. i have two traffickingvictims that are willing to testify... - against that piece of shit.- you don't quit? i have sixth-graders who couldput that guy in the electric chair. i will get him. good luck with that, mr fletcher.

so this is the dirty harry, right? i mean, this is the most powerful oneyou have, right? that one makes your day. this one makes your decade. it's five-shot, double-action, 440-grain, hard-cast lead, gas-checked,flat-point load. three timesthe muzzle energy of... harry's gun. - this one looks good.- this one looks good. - you'll take it.- i'll take it.

- 150-200k, max.- all right. ok, come on. oh, look at this one!she's a downed human power line. if i touched her, i might die of beauty. she's a living, breathing, walking hazard. might need a test drive. jimmy, she belongs to you. you gotta settle this thingwith the snakeheads. tell the snakeheads to go fuck themselvesand keep the babies.

- i'm just worried...- what are they gonna do? shoot me? i waited and i watched. i saw him come and i saw him go. all i could do was watch... 'cause his life went on. business as usual. when he looks at you a certain way, your prostate goes badand your urine burns. kill him.

he has the name of athousand demons. right there. i get you fucker... get in! get in! bye-bye, dolan. slant-eyed, slow-peddedmongolian moo shoo motherfuckers! sideways pussy-mongering,foo-fucking manchus, dog-meat-eating,zipper-headed rat-fucks, cunt-eyed,confucian-kung-pao-fist-fuckers!

jimmy dolan's caddyis a hard baby, is it not? nobody shoots fuckin' jd! you're going to be a daddy. what? baby... you'll wait and you'll watch. you'll watch and you'll wait. he lived in his luxury vegas condo but he had a warehouseand operations in los angeles.

he went to laon the first sunday of every month. he took the highway,not the interstate. clockwork. that summer i followed himall the way to la. i watched and waited in la. a week. where the hell are we?what the hell happened? i hate detours. christ! forty units per truck, two trucks a day -more than that, and border patrol notices.

this is the united states of america. any paki, chink, dot-head,slop-head, rag-head, ruskie, tacorita, eurotrash-skankor bone-nosed bush woman can come hereand become whatever they want... waitresses, masseuses,models, actresses... but first they have to pay theirdocumentation and transportation bills. we hold their papers for collateral. and they can't run awaywithout any shoes. let's get on the road here!

in his experimental law of impacts, sir isaac newton describessomething called the arc of descent. it's all about kinetics, mass, velocity,the inertia of falling persons and things. once a descending objectacquires a certain momentum, it continues ona downward parabolic curve to eventually impactwith an immovable object at the nadir, the bottom,thereby consummating the arc of descent. - starkly poetic, don't you think?- that is so fucking interesting, and darkly poetic, mr dolan.

you, for instance, are in a darkly poetic arc of descent,about to acquire momentum. about to achieve impact. yeah, let's get to work. sometimes i don't understand you,mr dolan. why didn't we finish him off?it'll just make more work for us later. you're absolutely right. it's not aboutfinishing him but maybe i should explain. we are in a relationship now, you and i. if i kill you, it just ends everything.

you're here one second, and then... they say the day you dieis just like any other day, only shorter. the meaning of life is that it stops. that's what makes it so precious right? so if i kill you... in a weird way,i'm giving you that gift. am i making sense? oh, god... christ, geez...

failure comes off of you like a stench. i mean, your wife, elizabeth, i'm betting that she had character. i hated killing her, i wanted to meet her. she was fearless. but you... following me around with this... inadequacy. you're not going to use this,we both know that. i sentence you to life...

because i know two things. you don't have the stuff to kill me, and you don't havethe stuff to kill yourself. but... i will leave this here for you... in case you change your mind. robinson? i'll let myself in. robinson, come on. get up.

something i want to show you. come on. some of the passengers suffocated. then they buried the rest... alive. there's no witnesses. except for the girlwho wound up in our bedroom. her sister shoved the documentsin the truck panel. there's a lot of evidence in that truck. if we could locate the driversthat put those poor souls in the truck

or if the crime labcan come up with anything, we might be able to hang this on dolan. do you ever have one of those momentswhere everything... i mean, everything in the universemakes perfect sense? everything just falls into place? i would love to hang thison that animal for you, and for elizabeth. forget about that. let that go. school's out for the summer.i'm ready to move on.

what the hell are you talking about? i'm ready to bury the past. all i got is summer slots. hard labour. desert sun and heat. fresh ex-cons is what i usually get,or tinker here. he's a diamond digger from west africa. what are you in real life, baby?an accountant? i'm a teacher. i teach the sixth grade.

oh, honey... get out of my face, ok? i have summers off. i need to work. we're repaving highway 71 until october. i know that road well. in july, west of indian springs -117 degrees. you fall down,you no longer able to get up. strong men, they cry like small,small peekins. baby, that yuppie health club meatyou got in your rack,

don't cut it in the big empty. it's 14 carat, it's antique. it's made from a spur left overafter they cast the original golden spike. it's worth two grand, easy. bribe the devil for a trip to hell? how about you hang onto this until september? if i pass out or walk away,you can keep it. baby, monday... we want to see you all soft and prettyand smelling of fresh pussy. ok?

to gold! we pave us 71 out west,that's where the detour is. that's near the california border, right? you'll be at school teaching the smallpeekins by then. what concern of yours? september 1st to october... that includes labour day weekendand the first sunday of the month. three-day-weekend. i'll be eating. no, no, no. too much imperfectionand damaged merchandise.

we need purity, grace, sweetness. more goddessesper cubic foot of cargo capacity. no... i think i found a broker that can solveyour price-capacity problem. i knew that you would. priceis what you pay, value is what you get. unless i up profits, it's a slow deathdue to rising fuel costs. now, this is what i'm talking about. eternity gazing at itself in the mirror. "that brave vibration each way free",as the poet said.

splendid! more like this! what i'm proposing is that you wouldconsider transporting a different product. no, no drugs. no, we go to jail for that. these things, all that's gonna happenis everybody gets sent across the border. no, no drugs.just a different line of cargo. more money, yes. more risk. you said you're set for 40 unitsper panel truck? how would you feelabout 100 units per truck, with each unit at twice the dollar valueof what you're hauling now?

how the fuck do you think i'd feel?what the hell are you talking about? hey, patience. what did you do? find a refugee campfull of super models or something? i want chicksthat look like the one that he blew up. you still ain't strong, baby. i keep expecting to see youpassed out on the road bed and you keep not doing it, but you will. no, i won't. you will, if you keep pushingthat concrete cutter.

hottest part of the summerstill coming on, baby. i'll be fine. i don't want this fucking thing. - you made a deal with me.- i'm calling it off. i'll take you to arbitrationif you fire me. relax, fuck-tard! i ain't firing you. i'm going to get tinkto teach you how to run a wheel loader. you are the sorriestlittle motherfucker i ever saw. why are you pullingthis crap on your system?

i've got my reasons. god help anybody who gets in your way. you are one small, toughfucker of mothers, ain't you? fucker of mothers. teacher, teacher... sometimes when i was tired and weak, i went to dolanas a man with a raging thirst might seek out anoasis in the desert. i drank his poisoned waterand was refreshed.

i love you, baby. labour day weekend. three days, 72 hours... 4320 minutes. 259,200 seconds. and on the third day,eternal unrest grant unto him, o, lord, and let perpetual nightshine upon him. this is it, elizabeth. good morning, roman.

i'm in. i'll be in los angelesthis afternoon. i am trusting you, i just wanna see, what the hell it isthat you're talking about. well, send me a video. i hate mysteries. we trust roman. we scratchroman's back, he scratches ours. i just don't understandthe mystery behind the new line it's a brave new worldwith naught but ruthless creatures in it.

there's no glory in fearing the unknown and you didn't get to be where you areby being risk-adverse, mr dolan. evolve or perish, kill or be killed,it's the morality of kings and gods. it's the survival of the fittest. ladies and gentlemen,charles-fucking-darwin. this isn't evolutionary psychology,it's a cargo question. i don't knowwhat the fuck the product is yet. you're the one with the viewfrom 30,000 feet. we just... i just drive.

roman, it's downloading now. i'll call you back when i see it. fucking... oh, what the fuck! ah, god! what the fuck did we do?drive in the river-fucking-jordan? was it a fucking highway mine shaft? somebody give mea goddamn status report. oh, fuck. my bone is stickingout of my leg, mr dolan!

fuck your bloody bones.did you drive through a fucking? i need out! come on, come on! my leg! no power to the computers,no power to the cell phones. shut the fuck up!there's somebody on the roof. hey buddy! buddy, we've had an accident! i called 911.the jaws of life are one their way. oh, god, thank you, buddy. i owe you!

thank god, thank god, huh? yeah, thank god. you got a sunroof here. why don't you try opening itand maybe i can haul you through? aw, fuck! there's no power.it won't open. it's dead. fucking power windows,you motherfucker! are you sure? yeah, i'm sure.

we're in a goddamn holedown here, buddy. i need help now! the best thing is, you can stay put.i'll be right back. wait! wait! don't go! don't go!come on, come back! my leg! my leg! i need out, i need out... would you quit bawling!there's somebody out there. i tried pushing the boneback in my leg, mr dolan. it's too sharp. shut the fuck up, ok?i heard somebody. all right? just keep it quiet. keep it quiet.

hey, buddy! buddy, is that you?we appear to be stuck down here. we need some help! mr dolan, i'm bleeding. i'm bleeding. hey, buddy, is that you? well, i tried to get you help, but the 911 operator saidthat you drove past the detour sign. what fucking detour sign? why did you drive your caddyinto a construction site?

the 911 operator says you need to moveyour vehicle out of the construction zone and back onto the designated detour. listen, i don't knowwhat you can see from up there, but we're in a fucking hole here! oh, i know, i know. you're in a hole! you've hit rock bottom, sir. you can't get much lowerthan under the road. but what did you expect?you ignored a detour sign! you're not some kind of outlaw are you?

listen, buddy, my driver is dead! if she went througha detour sign, i didn't see it. what the fuck are you doing? quit kicking dirt down here,you fucking moron. you know, if they come and seeyour caddy in a construction zone, emergency serviceswill refuse to render you aid. they may even issue youa ticket for trespassing. stop kicking dirt down here.what are you doing? think about that. trespassing -that could go on your permanent record.

friend, please stop it. i need your help! oh, i'm not the helpyou're looking for, dolan. you bought your ticket.you paid the full fare. - my leg, mr dolan, my leg.- shut the fuck up. who the hell are you, buddy? i'm just an honest citizen,who called 911 to report a detour violationby a trespassing cadillac. well, you'd better call them back.we need help down here. well, that's because you've reachedthe nadir of your arc of descent.

if i were you i'd takea moment to look around and savour this bitter-sweet,darkly poetic moment. robinson! what do you want, robinson? - get me out of here.- shut the fuck up! listen, i can hardly hear youwith his fucking bawling. you got to speak up a little bit. come a little bit closerso i can actually hear you. i said...

did i get you, cocksucker? no, cocksucker. you didn't get me. aw, shit. oh, god. oh, god...i think i'm bleeding to death, mr dolan. argh, it hurts, it hurts so much! you have to help me. - you're my friend, right jimmy?- to a certain point.

there... his pain hath ended and we can finallyfucking hear each other. i might add, sir, i just executedthe man who killed your wife. i have a proposal. my friend? hey, you! if you're still out there,just talk to me! i mean, what can talking hurt? you fired six rounds.you might want to save one for yourself.

do you have another clip in there? what are you planning to do? i don't know... dinner and a show?! don't you want to hear my proposition? robinson... robinson, look. i owe you everything i have.just hear my proposal. all right, you talk, i'll listen. when you're finishedi may make a counter-proposal. i just happen to have here...

1.2 million dollars! you just happen to havea million dollars right there. well, i was on my wayto donate it to save the children, but a funny thing happened! oh, come on... two million dollarsand my personal guarantee that nobody will ever touch you. not me, nobody on my crew. nobody! keep talking.

come on, this is fucking crazy! it is fucking crazy! you are so right about that! get me the fuck out of here! i just need to get the fuckout of here, you fuck... oh, fuck! goddamnit! get me the fuck out of here.i can't take it, you little fucker! fuck. get me the hell out of here!

come on, i can't stand it! i can't take it, come on, let me out! are you ready for my counter-proposal? yes, yes, yes, yes! christ, yes,yes, anything, anything! what is it? scream. well, scream? what is that?what is that? i don't get it. scream for me loud enough,and i'll let you out. that's pretty good.

pretty good, but, frankly, giventhe circumstances, not good enough. i'd let you out,if you ruptured your larynx. i'd like to hear what that sounds like. that's good, dolan! that's good.you might just get out of there! five million? i think not. fuck! this is james dolan. i'm on highway 71,a detour. i'm being buried alive... it's me, you idiot.i turned off the cell phone jammer.

how's your computer doing down there? it's not too fucking good. "the page cannot be displayed,cannot find server, or dns error. "click the refresh buttonor try again later". well, i want you to goto the address bar on your browser. ok, ok. yeah? type this intoyour address bar: "http, colon, forward slash,forward slash,

"one nine two, dot one, six, eight,dot zero, dot six, six, six". - dot, six, six, six...- you got it? - i got it, i got it.- press return. as much as i would enjoy the show,i can't see you... but i'm pretty sureyou'll enjoy seeing me. fucker! cock-sucking, mother-fucking... scream, dolan! scream! it's not fair.

there's no way for me to measurehow loud i have to scream. that's a good point. i've got an idea. how about you make a soundcome out of your mouth that is as loudas two kilograms of c-4 explosives stuck to the driver's side doorof a 1999 toyota tercel? if you can do that, i will let you out! can you do it, dolan? it tears me to pieces to thinkabout how you tore my wife to pieces.

i'm changing my offer. we both know the moneydoesn't matter to you or me. if you let me out of here right now, we go straight to the cops,i spill everything. i don't believe you. look at yourself, robinson. you may not know it yet,but you have turned yourself into something worse than me. killing is a dirty business.

i never took any pleasure in it.i killed for business. i killed strictly to survive. but you? look at yourself. you getting your rocks off yet? you want some personal lubrication so you can pleasure yourselfwhile you bury a human being alive? i bet your mother would be proud. hello? robinson, i've got sworn affidavitsfrom three unindicted co-conspirators.

it's enough for search warrants,and if we find anything, we got him! we have reasons to believehe's about to make a buy now. we're gonna get him. we are, are we? fuck. fuck! we both know that i'm a beastbut you... you used to be a civilized human being! why don't you let justicehave its way with me? i will march myself straight into prison.

you don't believe me? if you clear some of this dirt away,look at my face, huh? you will see a human beingwho is ready to repent. are you coming? what are you going to do now, huh? oh, no, no! hey, robinson, is that you, buddy? of course it's me, genius. who else? i have one morevery, very important question for you.

what do you...what do you want? ask me anything. do you want me to scream again?i still have some screams left in me. no, no, no. this is easy. this one's for all the marbles. answer truthfully, don't blow it. i'll come down there, i'll dig you out and i will collect my two million...or, wait, five million dollars, right? ok, what is it? come on,just ask me, what is it? do you believe in god?

yeah, yes, yes, yes, yes...i believe in god. absolutely, absolutely.i believe in god, yes, yes, i do. yes, yes, i believe in god! yes, i do! please, god, yes, yes! i don't. motherfucker! motherfucker! get me the fuck out of here, you fuck! i'm going to fucking haunt youtill the day you die, you fucker... for the love of god, robinson.for the love of god.

for the love of god... no, no, no. oh, god. no, no, you fuck! i beg you, no. oh, god. oh, god. oh, god. robinson, we got him.we executed warrants in la and vegas. dolan's trafficking kids now.evidence galore. _we got him, robinson. _we got him.

we got him... yeah, we got him.