what's going on? are we going to get seen or what?
we were here before that guy.
unbelievable. this place is a joke. good think i'm not cut. i'd bleed to death in this joint. am i right, my man?
excuse me? hey, brother?
my girlfriend's in a lot of pain here. how much longer before she sees a doctor?
that's cool. you and me ain't got no problems. you know what i'm saying? but do me a favor, huh? baby's pretty banged up, and we've been waiting for hours.
that's what we've been doing.
when i get out of here, i'm suing this hospital and your security company.
excuse me, but i think my fiancee broke her arm. could somebody take a look at her, please?
she's fine, ain't she? all that and twenty-two years old. little slice of heaven. must be doing something right, am i right?
car accident. what does it look like?
aw, bullshit. he can't shoot us all. there's only eight bullets in that weapon.
i was. what's that got to do with it?
what do you call this?
shut up, smart ass. it hurts.
mercedes 500.
sixteen valve. one point six liter. it does about a hundred and eighty in reverse.
1986. it's a classic.
i was drunk. alright?
never mind me. you're worthless. you know that? some security guard. you should have zapped the bastard.
looking out for number one.
wake up, fat boy. the cops are coming in shooting. they don't give a shit about his kid. and as soon as he realizes that, we're history.
really? he doesn't look so bad to me.
no, listen to me, you stupid rent-a-cop. i'm not a slob. i've got a life, and it means something to me. i'm not dying in this shithole.
is that how you paid for that armani suit, doc?
what's his problem?
shit, i'll go.
screw you, tyrone.
julie, baby, get the gun.
shoot him, honey. shoot him.
you stupid bitch!
so, what now? what's the plan?
no. i want to know. every day you read about this kind of shit. and now we're in the middle of it. how is it going to end, john? this country, man. i swear to god. you can't go anywhere anymore without getting robbed, mugged, or murdered. kids killing classmates, drive bys.  i won't even go into a post office anymore.
that's right. you're just a punk with a gun. i understand your kid is sick, but what makes him better than me? i've got a life, too.
so, what, you're going to shoot me? because that's what you're telling the cops. if poor little mikey doesn't get the very first heart available, all of us die.
so what's the plan, stan? i mean, exactly? how long are you going to hold us hostage? until your son gets a new heart?
think, einstein. use your head. correct me if i'm wrong, doctor, but hearts don't come just like that. it takes months, years sometimes.
then what's your move?
julie.
i'm sorry. i'm a lousy drunk, okay? i get out of control. i don't mean to, but i do and i lose my mind. but that doesn't mean i don't love you. and i'll change. i swear to god, i will. it's you and me, baby. all the girls in the club, they don't mean shit to me. it's only you. i'll get down on my knees if you want me to. look, i'm on my knees in front of everyone. i'll even forget you kicked me in the nuts. come on.
aw, come on. don't do that. that ring cost me twenty grand.
do you mind? stay away from the ring, please.
john, buddy, you're talking a little nutsy cukoo, here.
nutsy cuckoo, i'm telling you.
or that it's okay that mike grows up without a father?
alright, what?
wait a minute. are you serious?
yeah, you're not god. it's not up to you to decide who lives and dies.
no, sir. type-o. swear to god.
yeah.