1:00:09
- How's the insurance company?
- People doin' their own killin' nowadays.
1:00:13
A lot of amateurs
calling themselves hit men.
1:00:17
Wendell, I want you to meet
some friends I went to school with.
1:00:21
This is Panama.
1:00:25
Joe Dante. AI Reed.
1:00:28
- The Candy Man.
- Some call me that.
1:00:31
How long's this gonna take?
We were late leavin' Detroit.
1:00:35
You gettin' superstitious, Al?
1:00:38
The only thing I believe in
is this shotgun in this case.
1:00:41
Look, Harvard.
We got tickets for the doubleheader.
1:00:44
- How much?
- $20,000.
1:00:47
$500. That's right.
1:00:50
Be here tomorrow morning at eight with
$500, and your boy'll be home by nine.
1:00:54
That's right. All right. Goodbye.
1:01:00
- What's goin' on here?
- (Blue) We're not gonna waste any time.
1:01:03
We're not gonna repeat ourselves.
1:01:06
- What do you want?
- You're gonna listen and listen well.
1:01:10
- I ain't got no money here.
- These men sell insurance.
1:01:14
And you have a friend
whose name is Truck Turner.
1:01:17
His death has just been insured.
1:01:21
Call him so he can collect his premium.
1:01:23
(phone rings)
1:01:26
Don't answer it.
1:01:34
- Hello.
- Truck, it's Nate.
1:01:37
You're drunk. Go to sleep.
1:01:41
- Please come down.
- Say it's a big job and you're in trouble.
1:01:45
- What?
- A big job. I'm in trouble.
1:01:50
Man! I'm loaded, I'm tired, and...
1:01:56
Oh, God, Truck. They're gonna kill ya!
1:01:58
(whimpers)