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And now, to fill out those 1000 words needed to complete my profile
so I can be rewarded with absolutely nothing, I present the scene
from True Romance where Don Coccotti (Christopher Walken)
interrogates Clifford Worley (Dennis Hopper) in its entirety.
Enjoy.
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Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of
mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so
singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed
you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue
Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop
so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
Clifford Worley: I heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully it means we can cut out the
how-full-of-shit-am-I question you've been asking yourself. (Pause)
We're gonna have a little Q&A, and at the risk of sounding
redundant, please... make your answers genuine. You want a
Chesterfield?
Clifford Worley: No.
Coccotti: I have a son, my own, about your boys age. I can imagine
how painful this must be for you. But Clarence, and that bitch
whore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. I implore
you not to go down that road with them. You can always take comfort
in the fact you never had a choice.
Clifford Worley: Look I'd like to help you if I could, but I
(pause) haven't seen Clarence...
(Coccotti eyes him, then clenches his fist)
Coccotti: You see that?
(Coccotti punches him in the nose)
Coccotti: That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose.
Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain,
your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what
I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't
ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a
Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in
front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your
son?
Clifford Worley: I seen him.
Coccotti: I can't be sure of how much he told you so in the chance
you're in the dark about some of this, let me shed some light. That
whore your boy hangs around with, her pimp is an associate of mine.
Besides his pimping and other affairs he works for me in a courier
capacity. Well, apparently, that dirty little whore found out we
were gonna do some business, cause your son, the cowboy, and his
flame, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were
pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford Worley: What are you talkin' about?
Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, and
hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son,
fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's
hand. (laughs)
Clifford Worley: You know, I don't believe you.
Coccotti: That's of minor importance. What's of major fucking
importance is that I believe you. Where did they go?
Clifford Worley: On their honeymoon.
Coccotti: I'm getting angry asking the same question a second time.
Where did they go?
Clifford Worley: They didn't tell me. Now you just wait a minute
and listen to me. I haven't seen Clarence in three years. He shows
up yesterday with a young girl. Saying he got married. He asks uh,
for uh, some quick cash to go on a honeymoon. He asks me for if he
could borrow five hundred dollars. I felt like helping him, so I
wrote him out a check. We went to breakfast in the morning...and
that's the last I saw of him. So help me God. He never thought to
tell me where they were going, and I never thought to ask.
(Coccotti eyes him again, then nods to one of his goons. He grabs
Clifford's hand and slits it with a knife. Then he pours whiskey
over it and throws him a towel.)
Coccotti: You know, Sicilians are great liars. The best in the
world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion
of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the
pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when
he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A
woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know
them, like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to
hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You
don't wanna show me nothin', but you're tellin me everything. I
know you know where they are, so tell me before I do some damage
you won't walk away from.
Clifford Worley: Could I uh, have one of those Chesterfields
now?
Coccotti: Sure.
Clifford Worley: You got uh...match? Oh wait no no I got...don't
bother I got one. (lights cigarette) You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things...
about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't
know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by
niggers.
Coccotti: Come again? (laughs)
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have,
uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if
eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and
hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily.
And the Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were
like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair
and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and
uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin'
with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline
forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and
dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to
this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still
carry that nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written.
It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [Laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great
grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a
half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying?
'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
[All laugh]
Coccotti: Oooh!
Clifford Worley: (laughing) Hey, hey, hey!
Coccotti: You're a cantalope.
(all laugh. Coccotti kisses him on the cheek.)
Coccotti: You're beautiful.
(Coccotti walks over to one of his goons and takes his gun. He
walks back to Clifford and shoots him three times in the
head.)
Coccotti: (still shooting) I haven't killed anybody (blam!) since
1984. (blam blam!) Go over to this comedian's son's apartment, come
back with something that tells me where that asshole went, so I can
wipe this egg off my face.
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