I love Wright and I even like his grumbly characters, but the degree of mumbling combined with his grimey vocals made it damn near impossible to understand what he was saying, despite the fact that he was essentially spelling out the mystery/plot.
Can someone help me out? Translate? haha
I loved the movie, followed it for the most part. Just not sure how they knew it was him who took their money.
YEAH, BITCH! MAGNETS!
(Simon/Jeffrey Wright in bold)
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What're you doin' here, Johnno?
Son of a bitch, Johnno. You got a gun on me.
Yeah, how 'bout that?
I think I'll just go back to sleep. Try to wake up a whole 'nother way.
Look at these, Simon. Why's your name on this? Found that in Obie's hotel room.
Don't think I don't know you was goin' through my *beep* the other night.
What're you talking about, John?
What'd ya do, Simon?
Okay. Set down, Johnno. I'm gonna get you a drink.
Yeah you're gonna get me a drink? Maybe a couple girls, too. You serve me up?
I wasn't gonna let 'em hurt you, Johnno.
Talk to me, Simon. Did you shoot Mike?
I don't shoot dogs, Johnno.
(Speakin to the chickens) Go on! Get outta here! Go on, get outta here. Get! *beep*
You serve up my wife and kid, too?
Let's just talk about this, Johnno.
Yeah. Let's talk about it. Let's talk about it. Let's talk about it.
Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now? You tell me. Talk to me, Simon.
You'd be doin' me a favor, Johnno. You know what a big ol' pile of cash would do to a poor man, don't ya, Johnno?
Make him greedy?
Like a rich man. There you go.
I was up at "The Bonanza" two days ago with big Colette, hiding out from her old man, that logger, when he moved all my livestock in here. The son of a bitch. And damned if I don't run into that Hen *beep* Still got his convict tan and surprised as hell to see me.
He give me some old cockamamie *beep* song-and-dance about he was gonna look me up soon's as he got his hands on that stash, and swearin' up and down that somebody snatched it from where he dug it up after it were buried, and got a good mind is was you, Johnno.
Thought of that cash got to be like a cancer in my gut.
I known you 20 years. This ain't you.
Ira and Molly was supposed to be gone that night. At a fireman's dance or some *beep*
I ran into Obadiah at "The Pink Lily" over in Raburn.Now, that had to be 'bout three, four years after Ira *beep* him, and he claimed he'd been holding on to Ira's safe combination all that long while, and all we had to do was just walk right in and open it. I figure, there's a safe in there at all, all that's gonna be in there's the two weeks' wages Ira shorted me.
I tell you, God's honest truth, Johnno, the drunker I get, the more reasonable the most *beep* - reasonable things seem to me.
We walk in through the front door, whistlin', except the Hen can't crack it with the number he got writ down. So he says "*beep* it," he is gonna run upstairs and grab some of Molly's jewels, make the trip worthwhile, and I ain't real happy about him ransacking the place, so I stays right downstairs, go over to the fridge there and grabs me a beer, sat down and watched some TV.
15 minutes don't pass and here come Obadiah down, covered in blood, talkin' 'bout how Ira'd straightened him out on them numbers, and I runned upstairs, and Molly's dead, thank God...but Ira's still breathing,bleedin' like Jesus stuck on the cross, and staring at me with a look that'll follow me into the ground. I finished him off...just like I would a wounded deer.
Ira treated you decent. Molly too.
Old Ira weren't *beep* all them years about being a rich man neither...
but that much you know, huh, Johnno?
Hen said it best we split up, him taking the cash back through the conservancy,
and me winding down through the hollow, to where my car was at. I reckon he'd planned all along to stash whatever we took till he got out. Now he's out.
Don't take that little pencil-dick Cornish just for bluster, Johnno. He don't sell no wolf ticket.
Well, he's dead now. Got his throat slit.
Should not've done that, Johnno. Even if he did have it comin' his way.
I didn't do it.Your friend did.
I ain't got no friends, Johnno. Except you.
Well, you got a queer way of showin' it.
I wasn't gonna let him hurt you, Johnno. Wasn't gonna let 'im hurt you.
It's just the money they want.
What'd you take that money for, Johnno?
What'd you take that money for, Johnno?
What'd you take that money for, Johnno?
You simple bastard. What'd you take that money for...?
I'ma blow your head clean off, Johnno.
Let it go. Goodbye Simon.