Kill him! Shoot him!
lm going to get Marvin.
Come on back here!
l aint through killing you!
You hear me?
All of your kind, lll be waiting!
The first time l saw Roy Bean...
he was set on killing me.
Thought l was the Devil, come to take him.
lt was an understandable thought,
considering all the carnage...
that he had so recently brought forth.
lm the Reverend Mr. LaSalle.
Though l walk in the vall
kill you.
On the other hand, you believe kids
are paying attention in your classes.
Call !
Morning.
Mr. Garfield, this is the Sub Unit.
Are you available for work?
Sure.
Theres a science class
at John Quincy Adams.
Its a four-day assignment.
The teachers name is Eskander.
All right. Thank you.
If youre listening, God...
...please help me today.
Please give me a chance
to do my job...
...which you
Kill them cops!
Marcus!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on, go!
- Get down! - Drop the...!
- I didnt do shit! - Get your hands up.
I didnt do it!
The radios were fucked up. Get some medics over here. You guys okay?
- Yeah, were fine. - What you mean, "we"?
Motherfucker shot me in the ass, man.
- Who shot you in the ass? - Who? That "who" would be you.
- Me? I shot you? - Yeah.
I mean, I was shooting. Yeah,
Honor.
Welcome.
Youve already met your driver, Schmidt.
I am at your service any time you need me.
Day or night.
Thanks.
Lets show him around
the rest of the place. Dan?
Were in the reception room.
Living room.
Study is in there.
There are two bedrooms on this floor,
three upstairs.
Furniture is part antique, part US Army.
The pianos showing signs of wear and tear,
but its a genuine Bechstein.
Qu
killed anyone?
So casually, like asking me
what kind of car l drive.
Why dont they ever ask
if l ever saved anyone?
Have you? Saved anyone, l mean.
My mother would argue that
Gods the only one that saves.
lt must be pretty exciting, though,
catching bad guys.
ls this all were gonna talk about?
Look, lm sorry.
lm not very good at dating.
I take it your date sucked.
l dont need to tell my story
to
-
The 39 Steps Script
Stall, please.
Ladies and gentlemen...
with your kind attention
and permission...
I have the honor
of presenting to you...
one of the most remarkable men
in the world.
- How remarkable?
- Hes sweating.
Can you be surprised
at that, gentlemen?
Every day he commits to memory
new facts...
and remembers every one of them.
Facts from history, from geography,
from newspapers...
fr
you have
your ass there.
Is that an order,
Staff Sergeant?
Its a fucking opportunity.
Its a fucking honor.
Its the best fucking job
in the Marine Corps.
Sounds good, Staff Sergeant.
Sounds good,
Staff Sergeant!
Sounds good.
Could I have my...
You know what?
I got a better idea.
You play any instruments?
I played the trumpet
in third grade,
Staff Sergeant.
Played the trumpet
in third grade?
killed people, Mom.
MOM
(To herself)
We all have bad nights.
(Gets ready to swat, but fly
buzzes off)
CHIP
(To MISTY)
Youd probably date him!
(Mimicking her)
Hes cu-uuute! Hey, Dad, did
you ever see "Henry, Portrait of
a Serial Killer?"
DAD
I certainly did not.
MISTY
Youve been working in that
video shop too long.
DAD
And all that gore better hadnt be
interfering with your schoolwork.
MOM stalks
honor, who wears a
blindfold. MOTHER comes to remove the blindfold and
Nicholas ogles the cake, laughs. He reaches for a sparkler.
STEP PRINT: Mother intercepts, fussing, fixing his hair...
Nicholas FATHER sits near, smoking, nodding. Hes intense,
thin, wearing a party hat. He notcies the camera without
mugging for it, bends to snuff his cigarette in an ashtray.
SPLICE-JUMP TO/STEP PRINT: a Harle