belonged to them vermin are theirs.
Their guns.
The land.
Just that place....
That place there, thats mine.
They do not want the horses.
They will take the horses.
They do not want the land.
They are grateful.
They do not need the guns.
You are their patr.
You mean l own everything
if l do all the getting shot at.
lt is an old and fair arrangement.
And somewhat shrewd, l might add.
That brothel t
belongs.
And for my forefathers,
I pray for their souls...
and that we someday will be united.
For myself, I ask that my actions
will not harm others.
I do not leave with a bitter heart...
but with hope that I will have a better future.
Youre Bui Doi, arent you?
Go home. Theres nothing for you here.
Consider yourself lucky.
Im looking for Mai.
She used to work here.
Shes my mother.
Does Mai live
belongs to Dennis Broadway.
Hes a known gangster.
Garfield, if I had a dollar for every
time a student threatened faculty...
Did you tell Dennis he was
getting a fail from me?
I have legal access to those files.
Hes a transfer from Nixon, isnt he?
If he gets through this semester,
he gets to go back to Nixon.
He blew his opportunity. Now
he has to live with the consequences.
I dont think he wants
Trucks are parked on the parking lot of an ice rink. Flemish technicians, grips and electricians, talk together while unloading the equipment, lamps, cables, tracks. They spread it out on the parking lot, take some lamps into the rink. The four technicians all wear the same black T-shirt with an inscription in Dutch.
A few cars arrive, belonging to the film crew (cinematographer, sound engineer).
belongs to him.
Itll be tough to show premeditation.
This is rage.
Make sure we get some random blood samples.
Lets print the toilet. Maybe he took a leak.
Or she.
Get anything in here?
I got some prints off the tea set.
Well wrap it. It wont be a problem.
Ill send the ID tech guy the prints.
The lab clear this room?
Yeah, theyre done.
See if we can get a hit this time.
That bothers me.
See where
belong in the kitchen.
At least say hello.
You know theyre some
of my best customers.
In a minute. Just dont cook them
too long, because they get-
- They get tough, I know.
- No, dry. Dry, Leah.
I get tough. Quail get dry.
Kate, I wanna go
over the menu for next week.
Later, okay?
Youre a magician, Kate.
And you know my husband sings
your praises constantly.
In fact, its hard not to be jealous.
I
belongs to my friend Fizzy.
There, that fattish one.
[Chuckles] We came together to this country.
He had five pounds which he borrowed from me.
Look, now, and look at me. [Chuckles]
Hey.
Your name too small on front here.
Dont block parking space.
Come. Eat.
Im eating to capacity when I have one minute of silence.
I must have date of engagement party.
- Yes, yes, coming up. - Tomorrow for definit
belonged to my father.
When there was
a game on TV...
it was one of the few
days Dad stayed at home.
Id set my wooden racetrack
and play with the car.
Mum would listen
to her favorite record by Rita Pavone.
- Rita Pavone?
- Yes.
A real fan. She wouldnt
acknowledge she was outdated.
When we were together
at home we listened...
to Rita Pavone. "II Ballo
del Mattone." Know the song?
- Who is it?
- A
belong to Mr. Dick Charleston.
-Whos Dick Charleston?
-I am.
You dont happen to have seen
a little white-- Wang!
A white Wang?
Sidney Wang! What are you
doing in this godforsaken spot?
No doubt, same as you.
Looking for bridge that lead
to home of host, Mr. Lionel Twain.
You too, huh?
Must be important to invite
two such detectives.
Excuse, please, to introduce
Japanese son, Willie.
Japanese?
But
belongs in the bedroom
because its too insignificant
a piece for in here.
The shade is just wrong
against all these slick surfaces.
- Ill put it back.
- No. I want to try it in a different spot.
I can fix something for you,
something more inexpensive.
Ive seen some nice pewters.
Um, maybe gunmetal.
And I can make the shade
in a smoother fabric, if you prefer.
But we should stick with
my beiges an