2 Graves in the Desert (2020) - full transcript

Samuel L. Jackson

was not in "Titanic."

What're
you talking about?

How do you know?

Because I
saw the fucking movie

in the theater.

Bullshit.

My ass.

In the theater? I'm
calling bullshit.

You saw it on that old,
broke-down fucking TV of yours.

There was no blacks in the movie



or on the fucking
boat, all right?

Oh yes there was.

What're you, a fucking
expert all of a sudden?

A fucking, uh, historian?

You were there?

I didn't make the
movie, I don't know.

I'm not talking
about the heroes.

There was no heroes because
they all fucking died.

Not everyone.

Oh yeah.

Every single one.

Not everyone died.

Because how could
they make the movie

or write a story or anything
about it if everyone died,



how would you know?

I got
a question for you.

Yeah?

What're
you drinking there?

What's it look like?

Well, I drank the last
beer when you were sleeping

and... you pissed in that bottle.

Into the black, my friend.

Stuck!

Motherfucker!

At least now he knows it.

Hey!

I see you finally got out
of the plastic wrap, huh?

What took you so long?

Hope you don't get car sick.

We're up for one hell of a ride.

My co-pilot, here,
tried to make it

as cozy as possible
back there for you.

You know, it's not a plane,

but it's our idea
of business class,

you know what I'm saying?

Bang!

Probably what you're
doing back there, huh?

I'd be asking myself
the same question

if I were trapped in the
back of a flatbed truck

but I'm not and you are,

so kick back and enjoy
the unfriendly skies.

Anything you'd like to add?

Oh yeah.

I almost forgot.

I left some condoms
back there for you.

You know, if you get that far.

I mean, who knows, you might
get to like each other and...

I think of everything,
I'm really smart.

Yeah.

Fuck you, Mario, where am I?

Wow, hey, Mario,

where the fuck are we?

I don't know.

Goddamn it.

You were bleeding.

Thanks.

I don't remember anything.

What happened?

I don't know.

Should be in Canada.

You better hope they open
the trunk at the border.

Uh-huh.

I can't feel my legs.

Hey!

No thanks.

I know you from somewhere.

I know your name is Kate.

Guess again.

Not into guessing.

It's Blake.

Same fucking thing.

One syllable.

How do you know me?

This ringer has reception,
wherever the hell we are.

It's ringing at least.

Could you give me some space?

I need to stretch
my legs, please.

Hey, it's not exactly a
king-size bed at the Venetian.

How do you know me?

Listen to me, listen carefully.

I, I'm...

No, you listen!

Mom is furious!

She wants to see
you before surgery.

I'm trapped
in a fucking trunk.

I don't
give a shit where you are.

Just get here!

I was at the airport 90
minutes ahead of your flight.

I'm fucking trapped!

Come on, Eric,

even your deadbeat dad
showed up from Paris.

Fucking brother.

Never listens.

Information, evening.

Hello?

Yes.

Connect me to...

Hello?

Please connect me to
the emergency number.

Okay, I hear you now, sir.

I'm Tyler, how can I help you?

First of all, I have to tell you

that this conversation
is recorded.

Yeah, Tyler, Tyler,
Tyler, please,

I'm locked up in the trunk
of a car with a woman.

Please connect me to the number.

Vancouver
police department.

What can I do for you?

No, no, no.

I'm not, I'm in the U.S.

I think we just left Las
Vegas, I'm on a highway.

How
can we help you?

I'm in the trunk of a car.

Please get me out of here.

License plate, please.

I don't have the license plate.

How about the model?

I don't have anything.

How about your phone?

It's a burner, you
can't trace it.

Sir, Nevada is out of our
jurisdiction.

I don't give a flying fuck!

Just find me!

Hello?

Give me your phone.

I don't have one.

Why not?

I thought all
hookers carried one.

What?

It's not exactly rocket science.

Did I fuck you?

You would know if I fucked you.

Another asshole with
a three inch prick.

I am not a hooker,

so don't ever fucking
call me that, ever.

I am a highly skilled, highly
fucking paid professional.

I'm an escort.

Sorry but the
dividing line is thin.

You sleep with men for money?

Yes, that's right.

What?

Nothing.

I have a degree.

In what?

Anthropology?

Economics.

Good to see you're
putting it to good use.

Any diplomats on your
fuck list that could help?

Just who the fuck are you?

What do you think?

Is that the Venetian or
a an embassy in Budapest?

That's the problem with Vegas.

Dude.

Max, they're going
to kill me, man.

This
reception sucks, man.

Can you make it better?

No, man, I'm in a fucking trunk.

Come on, work with
me here, dude, okay?

You gotta find Blondie.

They know.

Shit!

Yeah, they want the formula.

I told you
not to trust these guys.

Blondie, Blondie, Blondie.

Blondie's the one that's
gonna get us out of here.

Shit.

You know what?

Check the alley,
behind the Nugget.

Yeah, what other
Nuggets you know?

Jesus Christ, man, come on!

Shit!

I'm down to 90 percent.

Okay, go, go, go, go.

I thought your mom
was dying.

Well, I won't be
around for the funeral

if you don't get your ass there!

Well maybe you should just

give them the fucking formula!

Are you nuts?

It's the only thing
keeping me alive.

And you, by the way.

Hey, one last thing, okay?

Blondie, he has
dark, black jet hair.

Shit.

80 percent.

I'm gonna kill the phone.

It will be back on in
one hour for two minutes,

you got that?

Max?

Max, did you got, did you?

Shit.

Fucking put a hooker
inside the fucking truck!

Don't look at me.

How did you fuck Mario over?

Don't pretend you don't know.

You must have hustled
so many clients,

so many assholes and beggars
that you don't even know

shit who the fuck
they are, don't you?

- Huh? Huh?
- Christ.

How do you know Mario?

Great news, the world is small.

Work with Mario.

Huh?

He treats me with respect,
he loves me like a son.

What did you do to deserve
such a royal treatment?

Just get me out.

Get me out of here.

Don't touch me!

Leave me alone!

Give me some space!

Take this.

What is it?

Just take it.

I'm sorry, I don't have
water as a chaser.

You can use your gag
reflex like with your clients.

You know, the only thing
that's gonna settle you down

is getting away from Mario
and those bottom feeders,

so you pick up your phone and
you make us get out of here!

Jesus, fucking lights.

Yeah, you're not helping.

Yeah, well, we'd be worse
in the dark, believe me.

What is this?

Does it matter?

I'm pregnant.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's kind
of how it happens.

Good timing.

That's my arm.

You're hairy

and you're soft-skinned.

Yeah, well, I...

It just makes me feel reassured.

It makes me feel safe.

Okay.

I'll still take it.

What's in it?

It's all organic.

It kicks fast.

Why would they kill for it?

Because it's the best
boner drug on the market.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

You gave me a boner drug?

Ow.

You will only get
the side effects.

It makes you mellow, like meth.

Not a worry in the world.

You know that feeling.

No.

I've never done meth.

Good for you.

Oh.

You going to work?

I'm getting out of here.

The Hungarian on the iPad,

he's actually French-Canadian.

Big into dildos.

Could you spare me
the specifics, please?

You know, it's funny,

I can remember everything
about him but the sex.

It's like that with
him every time.

He's a narcissistic,
obsessive-compulsive.

He never looks you in the eye.

Never.

I could be doing my
nails or eating donuts

and he wouldn't realize.

The richer they are, the
more fucked up in bed.

He's not a finisher.

You need a three way with them.

Takes him about six
hours to get off.

My drug would've helped.

I felt like a
dishrag at the end.

But, I guess for 40K.

40K?

40K?

40-fucking-K.

What does he get for the 40K?

Patina around your twat?

Diamonds around your
nipples to suck?

I didn't report it.

Mario was out of town.

I pimped for myself.

Obviously he found out.

Fuck you, Mario!

Scumbag piece of shit.

He pays me shit while
he drinks Dom Pérignon.

What about me, huh?

How the fuck do I know?

So grow the
fuck up already.

It's your plan anyway.

Vince?

I never know
your fucking pans.

It changes every fucking minute.

Vince.

Vince, come on.

This is crazy, Vince.

Come on, talk to your
brother, Vince, talk to Mario.

Two, three.

You got a new roommate.

For a ménage à trois.

Come on.

Go, go, push, push, push, push.

Yeah.

Oh.

Thank you, God, thank you, God.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

I just got here.

I park and we're good.

Okay but call me
when you're there.

Okay, battery, man.

Shit.

Okay.

Are we good?

What exactly does good mean?

Does good mean my
girlfriend thinks

I'm fucking a
bartender on the side

or I have a serious
gambling problem?

Four-fucking-o'clock
A.M. is not exactly

like I'm going out for
donuts and coffee, you know?

Can't keep doing this
shit to me, Eric.

Come on, dude.

You go to Blondie,
you excuse yourself,

you tell him you need
to speak with him.

You take him to the men's room,
the ladies room, out back,

I don't fucking care.

Wherever you can talk
to him alone, okay?

Call you back.

Yeah?

Okay, talk to me, dude.

Someone
wants to chat with you.

I'm
not into chatting, man.

Nor am I.

Blondie.

I've never been so
happy to talk to you.

Listen,

you've gotta put
the screw on Mario.

He listens to you.

You need to talk to the guy.

You can tell him
that I, I will be...

By midnight? You'll be dead

and we'll all be better off.

You fuck Mario, you fuck me.

I made you filthy fucking rich.

How come this shit is so
cheap all of a sudden, huh?

You tell me.

This isn't China.

Supply and demand, dude.

Supply and demand.

Yeah?

Seems like someone is
helping that along.

This is my fucking drug.

This is my fucking formula

and I can do whatever
the fuck I want with it.

How many people besides
Mario and me do you supply?

You're the only
douche bag I know.

Fucking ingrate.

You're wasting your battery.

It's not that you
need it anyway.

Once it's dead,
you should be too.

Fucking asshole.

Yeah.

What you looking at?

Finish him off.

Do your parents know?

Does your family knows?

Being in this trunk?

No.

No, that you're an escort.

My dad killed
himself when I was 15

and my mom, she
just exists on pills

ever since he passed,
so I don't know.

My upbringing has nothing
to do with what I do.

I tried the other side,

I worked in Wall
Street for a year.

I even have the scar
on my butt to prove it.

Didn't know you could get a scar

by just sitting
down for the day.

Oh no, you get it from
harassment from your boss

and every other
executive walking through

trying to grab your ass.

Everything they say about
the break room is true.

You never go into that room
without a fucking bodyguard.

I just woke up one
day and I realized

I could do a shitload
better than $15 an hour

for that kind of abuse.

Women are being
fucked everywhere.

Why don't earn a living from it?

A good living.

I feel sorry for all
those housewives.

One thing about Mario,

at least he screens all
those suits that I fuck.

What a nice guy.

There's a word for that, it's
called Stockholm Syndrome.

Tequila

or Tecate?

Choose your poison.

No, no, no, water.

I need water.

Special delivery.

What the fuck is this?

I need water.

Or as they say in France...

What the fuck is this?

I need water.

Well, pretend.

I'm fucking pregnant!

I need water, not Tequila.

You should ask her who
the father is, huh?

Why don't you ask her
who the old man is?

I was known to do some pretty
serious damage back in my day.

I had 'em limping off to
the bathroom afterwards.

Did you spank her?

'Cause she liked to be spanked.

Pass her around.

Really?

You fucked Mario?

What the fuck do
you know about it?

Don't tell me you
ever had Blake.

My Blake?

You mean your Blake
or everybody's Blake?

Don't fucking
mess around with me!

- Where are you boundaries?
- How did you have my Blake?

How did you
have my Blake?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Yo, fuck me!

- Fuck me!
- Don't fucking disrespect

- your big brother like that.
- Smack, smack, smack, smack.

I swear to God, stop
fucking around with that.

You understand, Vince?

I will kill you.

I will get out of here

and I will fucking
kill the lot of you.

Is Mario the real father?

That's what he likes to believe.

Hey, hey, hey!

I hate to break up
the party back there

but this just came
for you, Eric.

Fuck!

Shit.

Listen, I hope
you can make that out.

It's an iPhone four.

Lousy camera.

Lousy reception too.

What kind of reception
do you expect to get

in the middle of Tombstone?

Fucking genius!

Why don't you tell 'em
where we fucking are, huh?

We're in Ohio.

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck was Mom on
when she conceived you, huh?

- Serious.
- Something good.

Where is Tombstone?

Ari-fucking-zona.

Hey, I got a question for you.

What would you do
if you found out

one of your employees
went rogue, you know?

Started diluting the market
for no other reason than greed.

Huh?

I'm not your employee.

Really?

Well, seeing that I'm
in the driver's seat,

you might wanna
rethink that one.

It's my drug.

I can do whatever
I want with it.

Is that right?

Is that what you think?

I don't think you're in
a very strong position

for that point either.

I never go reverse.

Always forward.

All right then, well,

from this point forward,

my brother and I
have decided that

we're gonna give
you a second chance.

You know what, at this point
he should be on his knees

and begging.

Guess what's
four towns away.

Four towns away from where?

Sinaloa.

Mexico.

They'll never get
across the boarder.

Knowing them, they've already
worked the authorities.

Okay, so what the
fuck's in Sinaloa?

Where have you been
the last 20 years?

Town is in drugs.

Yeah but not your kind of drug.

Oh no.

Mine doesn't even come close
to the shit they sell there.

So I guess they're gonna
beat the crap out of me

for the formula and then they're
gonna turn me into Ceviche.

I will see them botch the job

over and over and
over and over again.

And why would they
botch the job?

They will have to kill me.

Too stubborn, like my old man.

I don't answer to anyone.

Everybody answers to somebody.

Well, like those people
why try their whole lives

to disappear but they...

They always get caught.

Well, they will have
to cut off my dick

and stuff it into my mouth

like an apple on a roasted pig.

No,

the formula goes to
the grave with me.

You'll be fine, though.

They'll never kill a woman.

There's always a first time.

Why don't you give them
the money you skimmed?

Why don't you give
them the formula?

What good is it to
you if you're dead?

My point exactly.

No need to have two suckers
in your trunk, just one.

Just give them the formula.

You've got beautiful
hands, long fingers.

Do you play piano?

Just give it to them.

You know, we can say a lot
of things about a person

by just looking at their hands.

I will talk to Mario for you.

Has anyone ever made
real love to you?

I mean,

from the deepest untouched
part of their soul?

From rapid beating of your heart

to beautiful sleeping
together in each other's arms,

unwilling to let go.

I believe we all deserve
that at least once.

Just once.

You ever have that?

Or is it always just business?

I will talk to Mario.

Don't be stupid.

If I didn't know you better,

I would think you
work with them.

Go to hell.

I'm already there.

No,

you're not.

There's this kid in Arkansas.

In 1979, this family...

I don't give a shit.

This family was
on the front page

of every newspaper
across America.

She doesn't give a shit.

This boy of 12 had an
argument with his mother.

So he told his father

that she was having an
affair with the neighbor.

Completely untrue.

That's a twisted little fucker.

So the father takes his shotgun

and he puts four rounds
in the mother's head.

And he goes nextdoor
to the neighbor's place

and puts four rounds
in his abdomen.

And he goes back upstairs
to the boys' room.

There's no one there.

Meanwhile, the neighbors
have called the cops,

they arrive at the house,
he puts the gun in his mouth

and blows his own head off.

The kid's been hiding
underneath the bed

with his brother the whole time.

They see the whole thing.

So, he was traumatized for life.

Yeah, I get it.

I get it.

The kid was Mario.

This is what we're dealing with.

Vince, he's just a passenger.

He just goes along for the ride.

It's Mario who is driving.

And we're not in hell,

not yet.

Okay.

Why don't you take a pill

between two of your
exquisite fingers?

You slip into,
under your tongue,

and get a little bit of sleep.

Hey, tell me something.

What do you do when you got
nobody to count on, huh?

Nobody gives a squat about you

because you're a
disgusting little prick.

The best you can do is get
some broad on the phone

who doesn't give a shit,
making minimum wage,

filing her nails on a 911 call.

You know what I think, I
think you're up shit's creek.

I don't wanna do this
anymore, I'm tired.

You tired?

I'll tell you one thing, when
I get tired I get cranky,

when I get cranky,
I lose respect.

When I lose respect, I
start acting irresponsibly.

I think maybe I
oughta come back there

and take your phone
away, don't you think?

What're you wasting your
battery on making phone calls?

I got a better idea.

Why don't you kick back, relax,

put on some good porn

and run out your battery
getting your swerve on, huh?

Why don't you run out your
battery getting your swerve on?

Sound good?

All right.

Did... we?

Why do you think I
have the first aid kit?

It must've been a dream.

Yeah, more like a
nightmare, I guess.

No.

The nightmare is when I'm awake.

Well, you're awake.

Yeah, you're awake now.

I'm okay.

You?

What the fuck?

What is that?

No! No!

Stop!

Look out!

Motherfucker!

No!

No!

No!

Let me go!

No!

Here's the
other douche bag.

Why do we always have
to do the dirty jobs?

Come here.

Who is this?

That's Max.

Do you have any other friends

that you can pull
out of your basket?

You know
I think it's all

that canned, frozen
food that fucked you up.

What're
you talking about?

Mom was a great cook.

I'm not sure
Dad felt the same.

Remember that
time he nuked Mom

for nuking the lasagna?

Yeah, you had that,

I held that ice
pack on her face.

Don't remember what the
hell you did about it.

Take it.

It's the last one.

Take it.

They broke your nose.

Really?

Do you have any plans?

What sort of plans?

You know.

It's the weekend.

Maybe movies and popcorn.

Get a drink or two?

Something like that.

No.

I'm the kinda girl
that likes to just

go with the flow.

Hey, not to change the subject

but any of you found
the gun back there?

There's only one bullet in it.

Don't bother shooting it up
here because it won't penetrate

but you could always kill
yourself, kill one another

or put the barrel in
your mouth and cock it.

I think you'd like
that, huh, Blakey?

Hey, Vince, you're good at math.

What's 40K times,
what's 80 times 40K?

320 thousand.

A whole lot to suck on.

Suck on your brother, Vinny.

He'd like that.

You know, God will forgive you

for your perverted thoughts.

But first you must pray.

They're fucking with us.

You know,

just a mind game.

Just fucking with us.

Not even heaven is good
enough for you, Vinny.

Believe me.

They're just fucking with us.

There is no gun.

No.

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Maybe they weren't
fucking with us.

Or maybe

that wasn't Tombstone.

Okay?

We don't know.

I'm not giving you
the formula, guys.

I'm not.

I'm not.

So,

you maybe wanna save

the last bullet for
the grand finale.

There's two of them.

Which one do you hate more?

Which one?

I never held a gun,
so you take it.

Yeah.

Yeah, keep it.

Yeah.

Just keep it.

Hey, look at that,
check that out.

Big, beautiful orange moon.

It's a Trump moon.

A big, beautiful
orange Trump moon.

It's Mexico.

Huh?

It's Mexico.

It's the border.

Oh no.

It's the border.

Help!

Help!

Help.

Help.

Oh, thank God.

Buenos noches.

Buenos noches.

Buenos noches.

You gotta pull me.

I can't, I'm not strong enough.

I don't have enough strength.

Buenos noches.

Yee-haw!

We're in for one hell of a ride!

You comfy?

How many fucking
bodies are in here?

Dead weight.

Oh my God.

Be careful you'll kill him.

Hey, kids.

Getting kind cozy
back here, huh?

You know,

I figured I'd leave
this open for a bit

and give you a
little bit of air.

Doesn't always have to
be that way, you know.

Me and my brother, we're,

we're not all bad.

Just part of the
situation we're stuck in.

Anyway,

sure appreciate you cooperation.

You want some?

This weed sucks.

I've been smoking it all night,
I don't even have a buzz.

You know, we should
kill that dude too.

He's messing with me pup.

Are they...

Are they burning the body?

Yeah.

Ashes to ashes.

Or whatever you wanna say.

Max's parents live

upper east side.

They will never know shit.

I'm getting used to being dead.

I mean, it's just
a state of mind.

It's getting there.

That's hard.

Why don't they just...

Why don't they just
fucking shoot us?

It's cheaper to
smuggle the living.

That's a pretty smart move.

You know, that's why we're
still sucking oxygen.

Oh, Max.

What're your parents gonna do?

I hear you.

We hear the words.

Your silence.

I hear your suffering.

I hear...

the sounds.

Untraceable sounds

came through your thoughts.

You're creepingly

debilitating thoughts.

Not exactly what
motherhood should be.

The only thing your kid needs

to hold

and breast.

To be feed.

Is that too much to ask for?

The kid doesn't lose it.

You know,

Samuel L. Jackson

was not in "Titanic."

What're
you talking about?

How do you know?

Because I saw the
fucking movie in the theater.

Bullshit.

My ass.

In the theater?

I'm calling bullshit.

You saw it on that old, broke
down fucking TV of yours.

There was no blacks in the movie

or on the fucking
boat, all right?

Oh yes there was.

What're you, a fucking
expert all of a sudden?

A fucking historian?

You were there?

No, I wasn't there.

I didn't make the movie either.

I'm not talking
about the heroes.

There were no heroes because
they all fucking died.

Not everybody.

Every single one.

Not everyone died.

Because how could
they make the movie

or write a story

or anything about it if
everyone died, who would know?

I got a question for you.

Yeah.

What're you drinking there?

What's it look like?

Well I drank the last beer
when you were sleeping

and you pissed in that bottle.

You're a piece of work.

You're drinking you're
own fucking piss, genius.

You fucking moron.

Ah.

Jesus!

Fucker!

Throw that up while
you're at it, huh?

I got news for you,

there were plenty of
blacks in "Titanic."

There was a fucking
boatload of them.

You know, that's
your problem, Vince.

You know, you don't know how

to give anything
your full attention.

Kinda like when you
shot Pop, right?

See, there you go
again, brother.

Zero ability to focus.

I mean,

no concentration.

Stupid me, huh?

That's how you like it.

That's how you've
always liked it.

Me stupid, you know it all.

I remember things a
little bit different

and I have one question
for you, Mario.

When Pops shot himself,

was it before or after
he heard the sirens?

After.

How many shots?

One.

One, to the head.

I got a different memory.

I guess you can discount
20 to 30 percent of that

because I'm stupid.

You did call me a retard.

I ain't no retard.

And I do remember a lot
more than you might think.

Like, try four shots.

Like, I remember the sound
of a freight train

way off in the distance,
all spooky-like.

Toot, toot.

Shaking the whole house.

Over that...

first gunshot,

right in Pop's knee.

Second one,

in his thigh.

And the third,

bam!

Right in the nut sack.

Pow!

And then the coup
de grâce, I suppose,

the gut shot.

Right in the belly.

And then when he laid there,

bleeding to death and moaning,

begging for mercy,

the douche bag that
pulled the trigger,

he ran off down the
tracks and buried the gun.

Is that right, brother?

Is that right?

You know what your problem is?

You've been watching way to many

of the old man's crime shows.

Nah, it ain't that.

And besides that,

television sets don't bleed
when they land on the floor.

It comes from a human body.

I guess you're not
so stupid after all,

huh, little brother?

In fact, if I could
do it all over again,

I'd do it in a
fucking split second.

Not even the Mafia
kills their wives, pal.

Not even the fucking Mafia.

Especially their mothers.

Well, if I'm not
mistaken, there's...

in that truck bed
over there is one

that happens to be mine.

Come again?

And again and again and again.

What're you gonna do now?

It was good enough for
your rich scumbag friends

but not your poor
little brother, eh?

You crossed the line this
time, little brother.

You crossed the fucking
line, you understand?

Go ahead, shoot!

Yeah, is that what you want?

Like Mom and Dad, is
that what you want?

I'll make it easy for you.

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

Go ahead.

Goodbye, Mario.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Do it!

Shoot me!

Fucking genius.

And the wise man...

What the fuck did I do?

You son of a bitch.

Motherfucker.

Right kneecap.

- Motherfucker!
- Left thigh.

Brother!

Ball shot.

Here comes number four.

Gut shot.

Fuck you!

Fucker!

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

Sorry.

I'll need a moment.

Oh, I'm sorry about your mom.

He tried to get here.

Your brother, he...

He really tried to get here.

Who are you?

I'm Blake.

How do you know Eric?

Hey.

I'm the mother of his child.

Wait!

Wait!

What?

Pull up your shirt.

What?

Pull up your shirt.

What for?

Go on.

What is this?

It's the formula.

I know you from somewhere.