You have a debt Roland Toles. And You'll pay it,
otherwise you wont live to know I'm telling you the truth
Debt? And what do you think I owe you?
Clarence said you'd know.
I haven't had a gun to my head since I was seventeen.
And tonight...
tonight
Tonight isn't over yet.
You're not going to walk away from this.
Not for long.
I don't care who you are.
You don't know who I am.
This was supposed to be a friendly visit, Mr. Toles.
You should be relieved that your troubles are over.
Yours aren't, I promise you that.
Nobody, nobody does this to me!
Nobody is doing this to you, Mr. Toles.
And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Over and over and over...
Done, done when being done,
and end as it has just begun,
Bones of hand, hand of man, man of bones,
Over and over and over...
Done, done when being done,
Want to see a magic trick?
You have a problem.
Problem!? You put a fucking gun to his head, you crazy sonofabitch!
I'm not cutting off any heads, I told you when I agreed to this
I told you to let me handle it!
You should have.
This is all a mistake, there's still time to go back there and
I'm not going back there.
Like Hell! You can't see the whole picture,
there's more at stake than our lives here
What is at stake?
Who was that man, Clarence?
Why was it so important that this happen so quickly?
There's no time to explain.
Just stay where you are for five minutes to talk him down.
I'm not waiting around for phone call.
This is hostile territory,
I'm leaving the second I get off this phone.
Then call me back at the candy shop. Five minutes.
I'm not carrying any change.
Then call collect!
Listen you sonofabitch,
you got us into this mess, you're going to give me a chance to get us out of it!
Five minutes and I'm gone.
You better call me back you!
Operator for what number please?
Stanfield 66286.
Please hold while I connect you sir.
Thank you.
Stop it! Stop dinging that bell, goddammit!
I'm coming, I heard you the first time!
I'm coming! I ain't deaf yet, Goddammit!
Oh, and of course it's you, Mr. Mortemain!
Who else would it be?
Let me guess: You lost your key again, didn't you?
I'm sorry, I'm not-
If its a point you're making, I don't get it.
If its a joke, I ain't laughing.
I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.
I found them hanging off the doorknob fifteen minutes ago.
Door was wide open and there were no bags anywhere.
Looked to me like you made to let out.
I...I'm sorry.
I don't know where my head is.
It's been a very long night.
You don't know the half of it, buster.
You lose them again and you won't get them back, I promise you that.
Thank you. Sorry.
Hey, Mr. Mortemain...
Room's thatta way. Remember?
miserable piece of shit!
What the hell do you know about it, stupid?
A second ago you thought it was candy.
Just cos I don't know the chingachang name for it doesn't mean I don't know what it is.
It ain't a person.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You're right, I don't.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
This whole conversation is making my head beat.
And I didn't want to say anything, but I'm starting to smell the piss.
Alright fine, beat it.
Sorry, I don't think I heard you.
Ya you did. Take that mealy mouth shit someplace else.
And take Sweet with you, he's giving me the creeps.
Close the door!
Badmarsh and Cowell are out on the lake.
Dom and Franco are in the boat house,
and I just passed Big Benji on the docks.
Last but not least, there's us.
I'm telling you Rolo,
for the next few hours, you are Karma proof.
Just make sure you're dead before I am.
Christ, I'm in Hell...
please God, just let me get through this one night,
I'm begging you.
As you wish.
Who's there?!
Who's there, goddammit!?
Rolo?
Vosper?
Jesus, Vosper...
What the Hell are you doing? What are you shooting at?
Nothing.
It was an accident.
Accident! Rolo, you.
Turn off the goddamn lights! Turn them out!
Okay, they're off! Take it easy.
Now get out!
Alright! Call me when you need to reload.
My gun...
Where is my gun?
Where is...
Where the hell is my...
Where the hell is my gun?
You're here.
I am.
Well? What are you going to do?
I've already done it.
You're not, you're with Clarence...
I am.
Holy sweet mother of...
How did you get in here?
Jesus Christ, you...
you took my gun.
You were shooting it.
I...
I thought you were someone else.
I am not.
And neither is your someone else.
What's that suppose to mean?
He's dead?
As dead as I am alive.
Are you sure it was him?
He was wearing a black veil over his face.
That's him. Jesus...
Where's the head?
On his shoulders when I left him.
Bullshit!
I told Clarence I wanted his head, I told him.
Then I suggest you go down there and lop it off yourself.
Now I believe you have something for me.
Oh yeah,
I got something for you...
Do I ask what this is?
It's a buck, you fuck.
Payment for a job undone.
Not that I owe you anyway.
You misunderstand my role in this tale, Mr. Toles.
I am not the bargaining end of the agreement you have made.
I did not come to negotiate.
Is that supposed to scare me?
You can't even show your face!
That doesn't mean you shouldn't be scared.
Why you miserable piece of sh-!
The fact that you do not believe me will not make the man I killed for you any less dead.
You have a debt, Roland Toles. You'll pay it,
or you won't live to know that I am telling the truth.
Debt? And what do you think I owe you?
Clarence said you'd know.
I haven't had a gun to my head since I was seventeen.
And tonight...
tonight.
Tonight is not over yet.
You're not going to walk away from this.
Not for long.
I don't care who you are.
You don't know who I am.
This was supposed to be a friendly visit, Mr. Toles.
You should be relieved that your troubles are over.
Yours aren't, I promise you that.
Nobody,
nobody does this to me!
Nobody is doing this to you.
And there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Operator for what number please?
Stanfield 66286.
Please hold while I connect you sir.
Thank you.
Clarence?! Are you there?
I can hear you breathing, you miserable piece of shit!
Enjoy it while it lasts,
because if I live to see another day,
I swear to god,
I'm going to wipe you off the fucking face of the earth in the meanest way I can think of!
And that goes double for that shit- spitting thief of yours.
I knew it was sour, I knew it!
He didn't kill nobody!
He couldn't bring back the head because it's still attached to a living breathing neck!
He's still alive!
You hear me, you fucking corpse?
He's still alive!
Still alive...
This is it.
He was holding a machete, standing over the grave.
He was wearing a veil....
Son of a...! Every time!
Every goddam time! It's like they're just watching out there, waiting for me to...
Stop it! Stop dinging that bell, goddammit!
I'm coming, I heard you the first time! I'm coming!
I ain't deaf yet, Goddammit!
And what do you looking for?
I'm sorry I seem to lost my room key again.
We got no girls here, pal.
If you want one, you gotta find her yourself.
We're open all night, rates are on the wall,
no questions, no exceptions.
I don't want a girl, and I don't need another room.
My name is Mr. Mortemain,
I'm staying in room 223.
And I have lost my room key again.
Again?
Correct.
The key to room 223?
Correct.
The key that's hanging on that little hook over there under the number 223?
You're getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Mortemain.
I don't know how things work where you live,
but folks around here get the room before they get the key.
Rights are right there on the wall, no questions, no exceptions.
I'll take room 223.
You don't say.
Room 223.
Take the stairs up to the right, ang a left on the first flight.
Rolo Toles!
You've got to be kidding me.
What? This place is as good as any.
We're thirty feet from shore, Cowell
So?
So, what happens when the ice melts?
People swim here, you know.
Some kids gonna be splashing around,
he's going to kick one of them in the face.
You saw the buckets,
you know who is going to get stuck carrying them out there.
How far off do you want to go?
Far enough that their goddam heads aren't sticking out of the hole we pitch them in!
Finally the wretched sap gets down on the ground
in front of the church and pleads to God:
""Lord, all my life I've been a good person.
I've followed every rule, done everything you told me to do.
And you've cursed me at every turn.
You took everything from me, my family, my home,
my sight, my legs, my whole world,
and still I praise your name.
Why do you keep punishing me like this?""
And then, the steeple caves in on him.
And as it all comes down on him, he looks up, and the last thing he sees is...
Hey Vos, don't you want to hear this?
It wasn't funny the first time.
Careful not to kick this, will ya?
What's the word, Benji?
What do you think?
Careful not to kick this, will ya?
Yeah, yeah.
What time is it?
I don't have a watch.
You got that sand thing right in front of you.
It's an hourglass, it doesn't tell time. Just how much time has passed.
So figure out how much time has passed,
and work your way up from whenever you started it.
I don't know what time I started it.
Jesus,
will you look at that?
So thick it looks fake.
What did I tell you?
Get away from the window.
Nobody can see me.
You can't say for sure.
Sure I can.
If I can see outside, it means that it's darker in here than it is out there.
Which means nobody out there can see in here,
not unless their face is pressed up against the window.
What about the cigarette, professor?
How dark is that?
Just get out of the window, will ya?
You're making me nervous.
Everything makes you nervous.
How are Dom and Franco?
They'll be fine. They were born to watch cement dry.
And the others?
You really want to know?
Quincey's going bananas, of course.
Franco said they beat him in the head with a wrench for two solid minutes
and they got tired before he did.
As for the other two, it's hard to tell under the sacks.
Lady looks like she's out. The kid's head is still up.
Crying?
Didn't hear any. Probably too scared to cry.
I'd be too if I were in his...
Don't you even say it.
This ain't a joke.
Then what is it?
I still don't even know why the hell we're on this damn thing.
You don't have to. You just have to sit and be quiet,
and you can't even get that right.
Look at Sweet Talk.
You don't hear him flapping off.
Sweet Talk doesn't flap.
Look at him, he's barely even here.
He's here,
and he's doing what he's told.
Believe me if this goes down the way I think it will,
you're going to thank me for having you stuck on this boat.
A boat ain't a boat unless its in water.
The only water here is five feet under the ice down there.
It's the last place they'll look.
And who is they?
Clarence?
We should just do it if we're going to do it.
Honestly Rolo, I have never seen you so...
You never seen me what?
Hesitate. I have never seen you hesitate like this.
And if you're this nervous, I should be nervous too, right?
Only I don't know what to be nervous about.
Do you know what Karma is, Vosper?
Karma.
Sounds like a candy.
It ain't a candy, you halfwit.
It's the goddamn balance of the universe.
Balance of the universe?
What the hell have you been reading?
Do you believe that what you do in this life will be done to you in the next?
Wouldn't be here if I did.
You're enough of a health risk without the bloody universe against you.
A few hours ago, I would've agreed with you.
And what changed your mind?
A bump on the head?
Not what.
Who.
Who, Rolo?
Karma isn't a person.
The only who is you and us, in the dark.
What the hell do you know about it, stupid?
A second ago you thought it was candy.
Just cos I don't know the chingachang name for it doesn't mean I don't know what it is.
It ain't a person.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You're right, I don't.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
This whole conversation is making my head beat.
And I didn't want to say anything,
but I'm starting to smell the piss.
Alright fine, beat it.
I don't think I heard you.
Ya you did. Take that mealy mouth shit someplace else.
And take Sweet with you, he's giving me the creeps.
Badmarsh and Cowell are out on the lake.
Dom and Franco are in the boat house,
and I just passed Big Benji on the docks.
Last but not least, there's us.
I'm telling you Rolo,
for the next few hours, you are Karma proof.
Just make sure you're dead before I am.
I never signed up for this shit, sweet.
Playing follow the leader with somebody who's batshit insane! Fucking...
Who's there, goddammit!?
Rolo? Vosper?
Jesus, Vosper... What are you shooting at?
Nothing. It was an accident.
Accident!? My God, Rolo, you...
Turn off the goddamn lights! Turn them out!
Okay, they're out! Take it easy.
Now get out!
Alright! Just give a shout when you need to reload.
crazy bastard...
My gun...
where in the hell?
You're here...
I am.
Well? What are you going to do?
I've already done it.
You're not- you're with Clarence...
I am.
Holy sweet mother of...
How did you get in here?
Jesus Christ, you almost...
you took my gun.
You were shooting it.
I...I thought you were someone else.
I am not.
And neither is your someone else.
What's that suppose to mean?
He's dead?
As dead as I am alive...
This is not happening.
Whatever this is at this moment, it is not possible,
so it cannot possibly be happening.
Maybe I am dreaming. Maybe I am part of someone else's dream.
It doesn't matter that I don't know what it is,
it is enough to know what it is not.
And it is not real.
It is of no consequence.
And I will not lose my head.
I will not lose my head...
I felt him here.
And I began to walk...
These are the facts:
The world I am walking through is irrational and absurd.
Even so, it is still a world, and still a system of rules,
no matter how irrational or absurd the rules may be.
If I can identify the rules and work within the system,
I will no longer be an unwitting victim of the world...
Right here.
This is where the mad circle breaks.
It was open for me once. It won't be again.
To those who see I cease to be, who am l?
It's no use, sweet pea.
The stop's a lock, the riddle's the key, and the answer ain't free.
Ah, you again!
Welcome back, welcome guest.
Any change this time?
Anything to spare for the poor old blind?
Or have you come with an answer?
An answer to what?
The riddle! ""To those who see, I cease to be. Who am l?""
Gotta play to pass, pay to play, pass to pay
Stay out of the way.
Whose way? The pattern needs three, and one of them's me.
This is MY home, child.
This is MY way....
Silence! Not a no from a nothing!
Singing the same sad song, over and over and over...
Broken bones and grandma phone.
Singing the same sad song, over and over and over...
You have a problem.
I'm not cutting off any heads, I told you when I agreed to this
You should have.
I'm not going back there.
Five minutes and I will leave.
Want to see a magic trick?
To those who see, I cease to be. Who am l?
It's no use, sweet pea.
The stop's a lock, the riddle's the key and the answer ain't free.
Ah, you again! You did this! Open this gate!
You answer my question, that gate will open itself.
Come on, don't say you forgot it, now.
This is not a game!
No game. Riddle.
Simple, when you think about it.
""To those who see, I cease to be. Who am l?""
I don't have an answer.
Silver then? That'll help. A glint for hint?
Or for the poor a little fortune...
I don't have any
wait...
Broken bones and grandma phone.
Singing the same old song, over and over and over...
You know, this will go a lot faster with two people.
That's a good idea.
I'll go find someone...
Asshole...
There's no talking to him, Sweet.
No fucking way.
Wanna know how to deal with it?
Just have to ride the Rolo coaster until he wears himself out.
Then we can put him to bed and go home...
Home... Just saying it is making my eyes heavy...
What time is it, anyway? Sweet?
Sweet?
How long have I been fucking talking to myself for?
Sweet...!
Ha! Paydirt... What the...
Franco...
Franco!
What!
Can you come out here?
Why?
Just come out here!
No! I'm lying down.
You're going to miss it.
You're going to miss it...
Miss what?
What am I going to miss? Dom?
Will you just hurry up, you're going to miss it!Son of a...
This better be worth it.
If I come out there, and its something stupid like a bunny rabbit,
there's going to be hell to pay-
That goddamn son of a bitch!
Pick up the phone!
Sweet!
Come on,
I don't need you going squirrely on me too...
Sweet?
Hey Sweet, you in here?
Speak up you dummy....
Better start piping up when you take off on me like that Sweet.
Otherwise I'm going to have to start tying tin cans to your...
Jesus! Fucking Jesus!
Time's up, cocksucker.
Something funny?
Just had a deja vu.
Really.
Shame you didn't have one sooner.
I knew he was lying.
That goddamn son of a bitch.
You sent him to kill me.
What else was I going to do?
I knew you would be back, sooner or later. You said it yourself.
I never came back, Rolo.
Your actions have brought you back to me.
So what now?
What happens next?
Do you know what Karma is?
Never heard of it.
In the far East, they believe in a balance to the universe.
Opposite and equal forces.
That what you do in this life will be done unto you in the next.
How does that sit with you?
I don't know.
Try not to think of it as something cosmic or mystical,
but as a simple matter of cause and effect.
I'll think about that.
Not for long, I hope.
You see, I can't wait around for the next life.
Pick up the phone.
Who am I calling?
Who do you think?
I can't.
Why not?
I don't know who he is.
How did you find him?
Same way I found you.
Clarence.
Clarence, right.
Call Clarence.
It's all I've been doing for the last half hour. He ain't answering his phone.
Try again.
He ain't gonna answer,
I'm telling you right now.
I'd be thinking a little more positively right now if I were you.
What do you want me to say if he does?
Whatever comes to you will be fine.
I told you, there's no...hello Clarence!
Clarence!? Are you there?
I can hear you breathing, you miserable piece of shit!
Enjoy the air while you can,
because if I live to see another day,
I swear to God...
I'm going to wipe you right off the fucking face of the earth,
in the meanest way I can think of!
And that goes double for that shit-spitting thief of yours!
I knew it was sour,
I knew it!
He didn't kill nobody!
He couldn't bring back the head because it's still attached to a living breathing neck!
He's still alive!
You hear me, you fucking corpse?
He's still alive!
It was dark and l...
I never even saw his face.
He put a gun to my head
and disappeared.
I have no idea where he went.
I do.
There's not a lot you can tell me that I don't know.
I was only defending myself.
The package. You gave it to him.
I didn't give it to him, he took it.
There's nothing in it.
It's all he deserved.
Serves the bastard right for not knowing what he came for.
What did he come for?
Confirmation.
Is that why you wanted my head cut off?
Answer me.
I swear to God, I don't know.
It's this night, this fucking nightmare!
Jesus!
Answer!
Answer me or I'll carve it out of your brains myself!
Proof! I... I needed proof!
Proof of what? That I was dead?
That you were ever alive!
God, I'm in hell!
Please let me wake up from this please,
I'll do anything.
Just let me wake up right now
in my own bed, in my own home,
Rolo
Rolo if you're out there, please wake up... please wake up!
Turn around.
I don't want to see your face.
I want to see yours.
Turn around.
Oh God...
On your knees.
God, please don't kill me...
I don't want to die.
Not tonight. Not after all this.
Please, I'll do anything!
I'll do anything you want.
Please don't kill me, please!
Look at yourself.
Proud and ruthless Roland Toles,
crying like a child on his knees,
begging for his life in piss stained pants.
If those who fear you could see you now.
You're a new man, mister Toles,
but you won't live long enough to appreciate the change.
I'm going back into Klaus park tonight,
and dead or alive I'll come back out.
And I swear to you, by whatever moves this world,
I'm coming after you next.
Until then, here's your proof of life.
You don't go out of your way to crush a bug on the sidewalk.
And you don't move out of the its way if it runs under your foot.
Rolo!
You are a bug, Roland Toles.
Rolo!
Rolo, if you are out there.
Please, please wake up.
Every fat fleeting moment you live from this point,
know that you do so only because you're not important enough to die.
Please wake up.
There is an order to everything,
a path along which events must naturally occur in order to be possible.
I don't expect you to understand any of this.
I'm not sure I understand it myself...
Hey, Rolo!
I'm awake,
I'm awake!
Jesus, what happened?
We thought you were dead.
Dead.
I'm not dead...
What happened? How long have I been out for?
The crashing and screaming stopped a couple of minutes ago.
I come back and see if you're ok,
and you're laid out on the floor bloody and drooling.
Jesus, that's nasty.
Somebody get him a bandage.
Get me up!
Franco, go get him something, will ya?
Help me up...
Probably slipped on something, I guess you gashed your head up on the way down.
Is that piss?
Benji and Quincey are here!
Do they got "em?
They got "em.
Klaus Park...
What did you say?
Didn't you hear Benji and Quincey are here.
Where did they go?
You gotta be kidding me.
Well? Where are they?
Up in the boat house. Want do bring them down?
Not until we know what to do.
What happened to you?
Little brat bit me...
Well boss, whats the next move?
Fit them for shoes.
Cowell, take someone and get started on the ice.
And don't stop until you hit water.
You've got to be kidding me.
What did you just say?
Rolo, it's just a kid.
A little boy. I got one at home, I can't do that.
Fine. Fine...
Good.
Him too.
What the hell? Rolo!
Rolo!
Alright, you heard him...
Hey guys come on!
What the hell was that all about
Rolo?
Are you alright?
Don't talk, just listen.
We've got your wife and kid,
they're both being fit for shoes get my drift?
Don't give me that shit,
you know there's only one way out of this!
Tonight, right now. He's on his way to the Klaus Park...
Because he told me, that's how!
I don't want you to call him off,
I want that cocksucker dead...
Then find someone better!
This is your mess, Clarence.
Find someone and get it done,
or I'm going to make pretty little wife
watch your pretty little boy drop like a fucking rock
to the bottom of the cold black lake,
you understand me?
And one other thing:
I want his head.
Do you hear me?
I want his fucking head!
You got one hour.
What the hell is going on?
Turn out the lights.
This is it...
he was holding an old machete, standing over the grave.
He was wearing a veil-
This is it...
he was holding an old machete, standing over the grave...
He was wearing a veil.
You're here.
I am.
What are you going to do?
I've already done it.
I thought you were someone else.
I am not.
Neither is your someone else.
What's that suppose to mean?
He's dead?
As dead as I am alive.
Done, done, silver won,
and ended as it has begun.
A dollar richer to move a picture...
and ears that hears another one!