plated Rolls Royce,
if you pay for it.
Dont know, Tom.
Seems expensive.
Seems...this seems
to be a waste of my time.
That is nicker
in any shop,
and youre complaining
about ?
What school of finance
did you study?
Its a deal, its a steal.
Its the sale
of the fucking century.
In fact, Ill keep it.
All right, keep your alans on.
Heres a ton.
[Both] Jesus Christ!
You could choke
a dozen donkeys on th
it after a while.
When I crawled out the other side,
she was waiting.
Whacko! I got that big German hand
across the head.
Then it was prison for me.
- What prison?
- Grandmas closet.
She used to lock me in there,
two, three hours at a time.
No light, no water, no food.
Just enough air to breathe.
- That would make me crazy.
- Im tough as nails.
Come on. Lets go. Give me your arm.
Arty, come on.
lock,
the most brilliant man ever.
Hes pissing into the wind.
How brilliant can he be?
Youll see.
What happened, deadeye?
You miss with the first shot?
It took two hits to even slow it down.
Are you kidding?
Two of these shouldve almost killed it.
Go tell it that, Scoggs.
You missed. Dont get mad at me
because you cant shoot worth a shit.
If you hadnt left the pen open,
I couldve had a good sleep
plate. Hes reading a German newspaper.
Nicholas jabs the last piece of egg, skewers the last bit of
ham and last square of toast. Plates clean.
He sips his last swallow of juice, dabs his mouth with a
napkin, picks up his briefcase and heads to a back door.
NICHOLAS
(without looking)
Thank you.
ILSA
Have a nice day.
EXT. VAN ORTON MANSION, BACKYARD -- MORNING
Nicholas walks down a garden pathway
the time I was two,
Alean and my dad had split.
Clean sheets.
She figured shed make a pit stop
at Nannys rooming-house
- till she got back on her feet.
- Here you go, Einstein.
Why must we equate
intelligence with white men?
What of W.E.B. DuBois?
Alain Locke!
Alexandre Dumas.
Next youll tell me
Jesus was a Negro.
And Jesus! Mohammed!
Dinah Shore.
Clean sheets.
Clean sheets.
Excuse me.