Vincent:
Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?
Neil:
You lookin' to become a penologist?
Vincent:
You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
Neil:
You must've worked some dipshit crews.
Vincent:
I worked all kinds.
Neil:
You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
Vincent:
No, I do not.
Neil:
Right. I am never goin' back.
Vincent:
Then don't take down scores.
Neil:
I do what I do best. I take scores. You do what you do best trying to stop guys like me. [shrugs]
Vincent:
You never wanted a normal-type life?
Neil:
What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ballgames?
Vincent:
Yeah.
Neil:
This regular type life, that your life?
Vincent:
No. My life is a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up, because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of our marriage. My third. Because, I spend all of my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
Neil:
A guy told me one time: Don't ever let yourself get attached to anything that you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner [pause] Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a...a marriage?
Vincent:
That's an interesting point. What are you, a monk?
Neil:
No. [pause] I got a woman.
Vincent:
What do you tell her?
Neil:
I tell her that I'm a salesman.
Vincent:
So, if you spot me around the corner...you gonna walk out on this woman? Not even say goodbye?
Neil:
That's the discipline.
Vincent:
That's pretty vacant.
Neil:
It is what it is. Either that, or we better go do something else, pal.
Vincent:
I don't know how to do anything else.
Neil:
Neither do I.
Vincent:
And I don't much want to.
Neil:
Neither do I.
Vincent:
[laughs] You know, I have this recurring dream. I'm sitting at this big banquet table and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are there...and they're staring at me with these black eyeballs because they got eight-ball hemorrhages from the head wounds. And there they are, these big balloon people because I found them two weeks after they'd been under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell and there they are all just sitting there.
Neil:
What do they say?
Vincent:
Nothing.
Neil:
No talk?
Vincent:
They have nothing to say. We just look at each other. They look at me and that's it. That's the dream.
Neil:
I have one where I'm drowning. I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep.
Vincent:
You know what that's about?
Neil:
Yeah...having enough time.
Vincent:
Having enough time...to do what you want to do?
Neil:
Yeah.
Vincent:
You doing it now?
Neil:
No, not yet.
Vincent:
You know, we're sitting here, you and I, like a coupla regular fellas. You do what you do. I do what I gotta do. Now that we've been face to face...if I am there and I got to put you away? [pause] I won't like it. But, i'll tell ya...if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're going to make into a widow, brother, you are gonna go down.
Neil:
There's a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? [pause] 'Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We'e been face to face...yeah But I won't hesitate. Not for a second.
Vincent:
[smiles] Maybe, that's the way it'll be. Or...who knows.
Neil:
Or maybe, we'll never see each other again.
