He's your client.
Yeah, but what if I screw it up?
You can do this.
Well, he keeps it here, you know. In his breast pocket.
So then you do the good old kiss-the-neck...
...rub-his-chest...
...reach in...
...and bam...
...you're gold.
Yeah.
Kiss the neck.
-He'll like that. -Heh, heh.
Gentlemen. Welcome.
We have a new girl for you tonight. Something extra special.
It is a work-in-progress...
...so I apologize in advance for the raw nature of the performance.
I will say, however...
...that is part of the charm.
It is my pleasure to introduce to you...
...this little baby doll.
Okay. This is how it's gonna go.
Amber will keep the bird on station.
Blondie, you'll operate the 50 cal here and the 30 down there.
The rest of you, drop into the courtyard and kill the creatures in your way.
Now, when you reach the nest, you'll find the baby.
You'll have to slit its throat.
Down inside its neck are two crystals...
...that, when struck together,
produce the most magnificent fire you'll ever see.
Amber...
...put us on approach.
Roger that. Starting my run.
Nice.
Remember:
Don't ever write a check with your mouth you can't cash with your ass.
Oh, yeah, and one more thing.
Don't wake the mother.
Here we go, ladies.
Go! Go! Go!
Whoa!
To the castle!
I got an idea.
Hold on!
Take that, you ugly mother.
Amber, where is she?
Check our 6. I don't see her.
Blondie, keep your eyes peeled.
I'll kill yo--
She's all yours, Baby.
I can't believe I did it.
Damn, that girl can dance.
See what you can do?
Wow, Amber.
Check it out.
-Halfway home. -Yeah.
Let me see it.
-It's just like I said: -Oh.
You kiss the neck, it works every time.
-Good job. -How'd we do?
Nice. Here.
-And he didn't even notice. -No. No idea.
Good work, Amber.
-Thanks, Baby. -Cheers.
-Cheers?
What are we celebrating?
Huh?
Who should I be congratulating?
It was just Babydoll's first time on stage.
You know how scary that can be.
Yeah.
The bond of the theater.
Hm?
I mean, what else could it be?
I mean, it's not like any of you have anything to hide, is it?
No.
It's not like anyone was in my office...
...messing with my shit.
No. It's not like people are missing things.
You know, small little objects here and there.
No. No, that would be outrageous. That would be crazy.
Right?
Because we have such an obvious explanation for this exuberance.
It's the fraternity of performers.
It's the adrenaline from the curtain rising.
Maybe this is my fault.
You know, maybe I've just become too familiar with you girls.
Maybe I need to make an example of someone.
Re-establish the parameters of our relationship. What do you think?
Blondie, girls?
And what about you?
Huh?
Oh.
You think you're special, don't you?
Well, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
If I was not about to make a small fortune
on you with the High Roller...
...I would--
It saddens me that I have to resort to threats with you girls.
I thought we were past that.
I just-- I need this bullshit to stop!
Out of mutual respect.
Let's get things back to how they were.
Well....
So much for that little experiment.
What are you saying?
I'm saying it's over.
Right, Baby?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Blue's onto us.
We had a deal.
If I say it's over, it's over.
We're this close, though. We can't just stop.
Did you not hear Blue? He knows we're up to something.
He knows what we're doing.
If he catches us for real, it won't be a lecture. You saw him.
Sweet Pea. Rocket is right.
The High Roller comes tomorrow. If we can just stick with the plan
-till then-- -No! You're screwed.
We're out.
Rocket...
...we're out.
I'm finishing this.
We are all finishing this.
You know it's the only way we can get out of here.
You're gonna choose her...
...someone you barely know...
...over me?
After all I've sacrificed for you.
I'm sorry.
Blondie?
What are you doing down there? Are you all right?
I'm sorry, it's nothing.
What? What's wrong?
-Did someone hurt you? -No, it's not like that.
-It's really nothing. -Clearly...
...it is not nothing.
Hey.
You can tell me. I am good listener.
Madame Gorski...
...please.
I know that look.
You think you're all alone, and that no one can help you.
There is a way to fix anything.
Now...
...tell me what is wrong, child.
Okay.
Promise you can keep a secret?
-Yes. -Yes.
-Where the hell is she? -I don't know.
We need your music.
You know what, forget it. No, it's too late. Sweet Pea was right.
What are you talking about? The three of us, we can--
I don't think we can do this.
I don't wanna do something stupid that's gonna put you guys in danger.
I'm sorry.
Hey, we got this far, right?
I mean, that's something not a lot of people could have done.
How bad can the High Roller be, anyway?
Don't you girls have some work you should be doing?
-You came to help us. -No.
I came to keep you from getting killed.
Thank you.
We don't have a lot of time.
If you're done with the pleasantries, you got a dance to do.
Amber, radio.
What the hell are you doing?
You're gonna wanna watch this.
Turn off your mind
Relax and float downstream
It is not dying
Lay down all thought
Surrender to the void
It is shining
Ladies, this is what's on our dance card for tonight.
The bomb, code-named "Kitchen Knife," is on a hijacked train.
It is protected by a couple dozen mechanized gunmen.
The idea is simple:
Take care of the gunmen, deactivate the bomb, then steal it.
The code numbers for the bomb and the jetpacks
for your escape are in that duffel.
Got it.
Sweet Pea.
I'm glad you changed your mind.
Well, there you have it.
You know, for those who fight for it...
...life has a flavor the sheltered will never know.
Oh, yeah. One last thing.
The bomb's timer is set to detonate when it reaches the city.
So if I were you, I'd hurry!
Weapons hot, ladies.
Hot.
-Hot. -Hot.
I've got a lock.
Good luck.
-We're down. -Copy that.
Warning:
Weapon will activate in four minutes, 15 seconds.
-Warning: -Codes!
Weapon will activate in four minutes, 10 seconds.
Warning: Weapon will activate in four minutes, five seconds.
A deactivation procedure has been initiated.
Deactivation procedure complete.
Weapon deactivated.
Whoa!
Hurry, Amber. We gotta get this thing out of here.
On my way.
Please refer to the operations manual.
For details on....
Amber, she's good.
I'm taking her out.
Guys, it's caught on something.
Hold up. We missed one.
Override procedures complete.
Weapon active.
Proximity warning.
Amber, the bomb's active.
Weapon will activate in 45 seconds.
Get free.
Whoa!
-Rocket, let's go. -Warning:
Weapon will activate in 25 seconds.
It's broke. It's not gonna work.
I'm on full burn. We'll go together.
It's not gonna carry the both of us.
-We have to try. -Okay, we'll try.
But you've gotta promise me two things.
Rocket, let's go.
-The first thing is... -Weapon will activate in 15 seconds.
...don't get mad about this.
About what?
This.
Rocket!
Weapon will activate in 10, nine...
...eight, seven, six...
...five, four...
...three, two, one.
The second thing is...
...when you get home...
...when you get free...
...you tell Mom I love her.
-I'll tell her. -Mom.
I promise.
Oh, my.
You, what did you do? You simple, inbred idiot.
Sir, don't know what happened. I just--
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Get her up. Get her up, CJ!
Yes. Yeah, look.
I want you to look at what you did.
Look at what you did, you bitch!
Amber, sweetheart.
You've got Sweet Pea's slot in tonight's show. Go get ready.
Go get ready.
Go!
Take her to the closet.
As for you...
...it's showtime.
The High Roller is here. I need you to focus for me.
Ah. Thank you.
Girls?
Can you just gather around for a second? I wanna say a few words.
That's all right. You can just finish getting her dressed.
Okay. There we go.
Very nice.
All right.
I try to give you all...
...a good life.
I try. I do.
And all I ask for in return is just for...
...respect...
...honesty.
You know-- Oh, that's okay, Margaret.
A give-and-take relationship.
But it's come to my attention-- It's come to our attention...
...that a few bad eggs...
...led by one little egg in particular...
...have spit in the face of that generosity...
...and are plotting against me.
Me.
Your friend.
Your protector.
Your employer.
Plotting to take from me my most precious possessions.
Blue, what you doing?
-Hm? -You got the information. You have won.
This little fantasy of freedom is all they have.
No, no, no. No one's buying that, honey. No one's buying that, Vera.
There is nothing you can do to--
-Unh. -You listen to me, you old whore.
It's too late to play the good guy. It's far too late.
You're suddenly not aware of what it is we do here?
I teach them to survive you.
-All right. -I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say anything.
I'm sorry.
No, Blondie.
I didn't mean to.
He said everything would be okay.
Blue, this is a mistake.
Please don't do this, okay?
That's right. Our dear Blondie came to us...
...desperately trying to help her sisters off this most dangerous path.
At first, we didn't even believe her.
But after hearing who was involved, frankly, it started to make sense.
-Right here? -Blue.
Uh-huh. "Map. Fire."
Looks like that chicken was counted a little before it hatched.
Ain't that right, Amber?
You have anything to say? Anything?
Blue, we didn't-- We were still--
You know what, sweetheart?
It's okay.
No!
-Oh, my God! -Okay, calm down.
This will all be over soon and we can get back to business as usual.
Blondie, I wanna thank you for everything you've done.
I am so sorry.
The thing is, we hate snitches, so....
No!
Okay. Here.
I hate guns.
I hope everyone's learned a valuable lesson here.
Especially you, Madame Gorski. Get her out of here.
And the rest of you, you got a show to do. So go on, go get them, girls.
Make it count.
I've been thinking a lot...
...about all that money you're gonna make me.
And you'd think that would give me pleasure.
I mean, I'm in the business of pleasure.
But you know what it makes me feel like?
I'm gonna be honest with you. It makes me feel like I'm this little boy...
...sitting in the corner of the sandbox...
...while everybody gets to play with my toys...
...but me.
So you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna take my toys and I'm gonna go home.
Oh, is that it?!
Is that all you got?!
Come here!
Come on.
Did you lose your fight? Huh?
No.
I just found it.
You'll never have me.
Ever.
-Sweet Pea. -Where's Amber and Blondie?
It's just us now.
We have to go, Sweet Pea. Come on.
-That's it. -Okay.
-Now what? -Wait for it.
Come on.
Damn it.
This can't be.
We did everything right.
A map, fire, a knife, a key, and one thing more.
One thing more.
It's me.
What?
Oh, it's me. Of course it's me.
It's the only way this ever could have ended.
What do you mean?
I'm saying you go home.
Go home to your family.
You tell your mom what Rocket said.
Make her happy.
Go out and live a normal life...
...love...
...be free.
You have to live for all of us now.
-Baby, no. You can't do that. -Yes, Sweet Pea.
You're the strongest.
You're the only one of us that ever had a chance out there.
You going home and living, that's how we win.
It's okay. It's okay. It's better this way.
Now listen.
I'm gonna walk out there...
...and when they come after me, you go, okay?
There's gotta be another way.
No.
This is right.
This was never my story.
It's yours.
Now, don't screw it up, okay?
You stay off the roads and you find a bus station, all right?
You're gonna be fine.
Where you going, sweetheart?
I said, where you going?
Jesus.
Did--?
Did you see the way she looked at me?
Just in that last moment. It was like....
Doctor?
Is it done?
Dr. Gorski, what do you know about this one?
Uh, there was something very peculiar.
Yes. Her mother's death plunged her into a deep depression.
And then in a fit, she accidentally killed her sister.
Poor child.
It's a shame I couldn't do more for her. I wasn't given much time, you see.
Yes, but you recommended the procedure.
Oh, I'm afraid not.
I will admit she has been quite a handful.
In just one week here, she stabbed an orderly, started a fire...
...and helped another patient to escape.
But I don't agree with this solution, doctor.
But why would you sign for a procedure you don't agree with?
Well, I--
That is your signature, is it not?
I've been doing this for quite some time, doctor...
...and to be honest with you,
I've wondered myself whether or not it's right.
And I have seen some tortured souls in here. Believe me.
But this one....
Something in her eyes.
I've never seen anyone that....
It's the way she looked at me.
It's like she wanted me to do it.
I hope it helps her.
Hi.
You remember me?
Listen. Listen, I got a bad feeling, okay?
These boys do too.
This is not the way we should be running this place.
We don't run the place. I run it.
In the chair.
Look...
...I'm not....
-I'm not hurting these girls anymore. -I'm not doing this.
Guys, don't do this to me now, please.
I need her in that chair.
Put her in the goddamn chair!
Thank you.
Close the door, please.
What? What is it, you're not here? Huh?
You're not here, you're in paradise? No, no, no. No, no, no.
No, no, no.
You're still here.
You're here with me.
In all this shit.
And you don't go away unless I say so.
Okay?
That's not right.
You come back to me.
-Stop right there. -What are you doing?
-Move away from the girl. -Aah! Aah!
Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait. Aah!
What in God's name have you been doing up here?
I wasn't doing anything. Look at her.
She's gone. Look at her face! She's not here.
What do you think I wanna do? I take care of these girls.
I look out for them. These are my girls. Tell them.
Tell them!
Get him out of here.
-Now. -Aah! Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Wait.
It's not me you want, it's her stepfather.
I'll tell you everything. I'll tell you--
I'll tell you about the money.
Just keep going down the hall.
You all right, miss?
Miss?
And finally, this question:
The mystery of whose story it will be...
...of who draws the curtain.
Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance?
Who drives us mad...
...lashes us with whips...
...and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?
Who is it...
...that does all these things?
Bus 22 southbound to Fort Wayne will now begin loading.
Please have your tickets ready to show the driver.
Excuse me, miss?
Miss, can we have a word?
Is there a problem, gentlemen?
This doesn't concern you. I have questions for the lady.
Well, could you make it snappy? I need to stay on schedule.
-We understand. -Do you?
That young woman's been on this bus since Hartford.
I don't see what she could possibly know
about anything happening around here.
Is that true, miss?
I just let her off to use the restroom. Mine's not working.
-All right. -Oh, and one more thing.
-She's been a joy the entire journey. -Yes, I said, all right.
Sorry about the inconvenience, miss. You have yourself a nice trip now.
It's no problem.
-I don't have a ticket. -I know. It's okay.
Go find a seat in the back. Try and get some sleep.
We got a long way to go.
Thank you.
Who honors those we love with the very life we live?
Who sends monsters to kill us...
...and at the same time sings that we'll never die?
Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies?
Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?
Who chains us?
And who holds the key that can set us free?
It's you.
You have all the weapons you need.
Now fight.
Subrip: easytobeaman