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ship_manifestoMr. Orange(Freddy)/ Mr. White (Larry) {Reservoir Dogs}
Ship Manifesto
Pairing: Mr. Orange (Freddy)/ Mr. White (Larry)
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Author: Leah1878
Warnings: Some swearing (the movie is rated R)
Spoilers: The whole movie
Notes: None
Part 1
“I was watching RD the other night. I've seen this movie so many times and each time I get more and more convinced of the slashiness in the scenes between Orange and White. The way White didn't really care about anything or anyone else as long as he could help Orange just stuck with me. I think they felt something for each other, and it would explain why
Orange reveals himself at the end as they're holding each other. I never really understood that part. It could be because this man cared so much for him, showed it, that he couldn't go on deceiving him anymore, even if it meant his death. His apology seemed sincere and devastating, and White's reaction was strong and heartbreaking. Just my take.”
{Sarah: http://members.gojasper.com/ratchick/index.html}
Mr. Orange (Freddy)~
Freddy Newendyke (aka Mr. Orange) is an undercover police officer setting up a group of professional thieves. He’s fairly young, late twenties maybe, and although he acts like he knows what he doing, there are clues that suggest that this might be his first undercover job.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t realize why it’s not a good thing to get emotionally attached to the men you’re trying to get arrested that Freddy seems to develop such a close relationship with Larry (aka Mr. White). Larry even tells Freddy his first name when he asks, even though they aren’t really supposed to, and at the end, kills one of his oldest friends (Joe) and Joe’s son Eddie trying to protect Freddy. But more about that later.
Mr. White (aka Larry)~
Larry (aka Mr. White) is a professional thief from Milwaukee who has known Joe (the guy who set up this whole jewel heist) and his son Eddie a long time.
{The scene in the resteraunt when they’re about to leave}
MR. PINK
Because you paid for the
breakfast, I'm gonna tip.
Normally I wouldn't.
JOE
Never mind what you would normally do.
Just throw in your dollar, and let's
move.
(to Mr. WHITE)
See what I'm dealing with here.
Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with
infants.
He spent some time in jail when he was younger and still working in Milwaukee, but since then he’s become very deft and hasn’t been caught since.
Something interesting about Larry is that a couple of jobs before this one, he and the other thieves discovered that one of their men was an undercover cop. You’d think that because of this, he would have known what to look for, and been extra aware of the men on this job. But, because it’s Freddy, he doesn’t even suspect him at all. He doesn’t believe Joe or Eddie when they say that they’re sure Freddy’s the rat, even though he’s been friends with them a lot longer. It’s only when Freddy tells him himself that Larry finally believes it, and has a very hurt, betrayed look on his face while he caresses Freddy’s jaw and then shoots him. (And I know, that shooting part, more betrayal then romantic, but he really does stroke Freddy’s face for a minute while his eyes get all teary right before that part)
Their Relationship~
From the very beginning in the café, it’s clear that Mr. Orange and Mr. White have a pretty close friendship. They’re sitting right next to each other with their shoulders practically touching, and right in the middle of the whole Madonna talk, Larry kind of looks over at him, then lays his arm over the back of Freddy’s chair and leaves it there for a few minutes.
This proximity is intentional, and occurs over and over throughout the movie. An article at http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=Reservoir%20Dogs discusses this in more detail:
One of the most prominently noticeable techniques used by Tarantino throughout the film is the strategic placement of his characters. This placement provides a more precise understanding of the connection between specific characters. For example, it can be noticed that there is a clear bond between Mr. White (Harvey Keitel), and Mr. Orange (Tim Roth) which is established through the story line itself. Also, there is an intense rivalry between Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen), and most every other character, with emphasis on Keitel's. The relationship between Orange and White is shown by placing them in situations close together, such as in a small car, or by attempting to aid a friend with a gunshot wound. Even in the film's final image we see the two close together, with Roth in Keitel's arms. When we compare these images to those of Keitel and Madsen, the distinction between the two becomes clearer. Most of the major scenes in the warehouse place Madsen and Keitel a noticeable distance apart. Their physical separation throughout the movie works to emphasis the distrust and animosity towards each other. The scenes in the warehouse make this the most clear, having the largest distance in space between characters.
Freddy/Larry Moments, Quotes, and Explinations~
{When Mr. Brown starts talking about ‘the meaning of Like A Virgin’}
MR. BROWN
The pain is reminding a fuck machine
what is was like to be a virgin.
{Mr. White has his arm over the back of Mr. Orange’s chair and their shoulders are almost touching}
Hence, "Like a Virgin."
***
{Mr. White suddenly snatches the address book from Joe's hand.}
MR. WHITE
Give me this fucking thing.
{Joe looks over at him, scowling, and acting more mad then he really is. Mr. Orange kind of jumps, then looks at Mr. White, almost for reassurance}
JOE
What the fuck do you think you're
doin? Give me my book back!
{Mr. Orange glances at Joe, then back up at Mr. White, a little worried}
MR. WHITE
I'm sick of fuckin hearin it Joe,
I'll give it back when we leave.
{Joe stares at him}
JOE
Whaddaya mean give it to me when
we leave, give it back now.
{Mr. Orange starts grinning}
MR. WHITE
For the past fifteen minutes now,
you've just been droning on with
names. "Toby...Toby...Toby...
Toby Wong...Toby Wong...
{Joe glares at him and Mr. Orange looks away, cracking up}
Toby Chung...fuckin Charlie Chan." I
got Madonna's big dick comin outta my
right ear,
{Mr. Orange smiles up at Mr. White}
and Toby Jap I-don't-
know-what, outta my left.
{The rest of them start snickering and even Joe looks amused}
JOE
What do you care?
MR. WHITE
When you're annoying as hell,
care a lot.
JOE
Give me my book.
{Mr. Orange, watching their exchange, shifts a little closer to Mr. White}
MR. WHITE
You gonna put it away?
JOE
I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do
with it.
{Mr. White glances at Mr. Orange and it almost looks like he winks at him}
MR. WHITE
Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to keep it.
MR. BLONDE
Joe, you want me to shoot this
piece of shit for you?
{Joe and Mr. White smile}
MR. WHITE
Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you
better wake up and apologize.
***
{About tipping}
MR. PINK
Do you know what this is? It's
the world's smallest violin,
playing just for the waitresses.
{Cut to Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Now Mr. Orange has his arm over the back of Mr. White’s chair, and is leaning toward him}
MR. WHITE
You don't have any idea what
you're talking about.
{Mr. Orange looks over at him}
These people bust their ass. This
is a hard job.
MR. PINK
So's working at McDonald's, but
you don't feel the need to tip
them. And why not, they're servin
ya food aren’t they, you
should tip em. But no, society
says tip these guys over here, but
not those guys over there. That's
bullshit.
MR. WHITE
Waitressing is the number one
occupation for female non-college
graduates in this country.
{Mr. Orange looks over at him again, then takes his arm away. Sounding too much like a father maybe?}
It’s the one job basically any woman
can get, and make a living on.
The reason is because of tips.
MR. PINK
{Thinks for a minute, then waves his hand}
Fuck all that.
They all laugh.
MR. PINK
Hey, I'm very sorry that the
government taxes their tips.
That's fucked up. But that ain't
my fault. it would appear that
waitresses are just one of the
many groups the government fucks
in the ass on a regular basis.
You show me a paper says the
government shouldn't do that, I'll
sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll
vote for it. But what I won't do
is play ball. And this non-
college bullshit you're giving
me, I got two words for that:
"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if
you're expecting me to help out
with the rent, you're in for a big
fuckin surprise.
{Mr. White shoots something at him with a spoon}
MR. ORANGE
{To Mr. White}
He's convinced me. Give me my
dollar back.
{Mr. White glances at Mr. Orange, but he looks more amused then mad that he’s not backing him up}
NICE GUY EDDIE
Hey!
{Puts his hands over the money}
Leave the dollars there.
***
{When the credit sequence is finished, we FADE TO BLACK. Over the black we hear the sound of someone screaming. Under the screaming, we hear the sound of a car hauling ass, through traffic.}
Over the screams and the traffic noise, we hear Mr. White say:
Just hold on buddy boy.
Mr. Orange stops screaming long enough to say:
I'm sorry.
{Mr. White reaches back and takes his hand}
I can't believe
she killed me. Who would've
fuckin thought that?
{Cut to Mr. Orange lying in the backseat. He's been shot in the stomach. Blood covers both him and the backseat. Mr. White is behind the wheel of the getaway car.}
MR. WHITE
{Sounding very worried, looks back at Mr. Orange over his shoulder}
Hey, just cancel that shit right
now! You're hurt. You're hurt
real fucking bad,
{His voice rises}
but you ain't dying.
MR. ORANGE
(crying and moving around in the back seat)
All this blood is scaring the shit
outta me. I'm gonna die, I know
it.
{Mr. White grips his hand harder}
MR. WHITE
{Glances at Mr. Orange, his eyes wide and worried, then looks back at the road. His voice is shaking}
Oh excuse me, I didn't realize you
had a degree in medicine. Are you
a doctor? Are you a doctor?
{Sounds even more worried and tightens his grip on his hand even more when Mr. Orange doesn’t answer}
Answer me please, are you a
doctor?
MR. ORANGE
{Gasps}
No, I'm not!
MR. WHITE
Ahhhh, so you admit you don't know
what you're talking about.
{Looks back at Mr. Orange again}
So if you're through giving me your
amateur opinion, lie back and
listen to the news.
{Keeps glancing over his shoulder at Mr. Orange as he drives}
I'm taking you back to the rendezvous,
Joe’s gonna get you a doctor, the
doctor's gonna fix you up, and
you're gonna be okay.
{Orders}
Now say it: you're gonna be okay.
{Yells}
Say it! you're gonna be okay!
Mr. Orange doesn't respond. Mr. White starts pounding on the steering wheel.
MR. WHITE
Say-the-goddamn-words: you're
gonna be okay!
{Mr. White’s voice is getting more and more shrill, and it almost sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince Mr. Orange. He is really worried, and his eyes are wide and panicked as he’s watching Mr. Orange scream in the review mirror}
MR. ORANGE
Oh God!
MR. WHITE
Say the goddamn fucking words!
{Yelling again, but still griping Mr. Orange’s hand}
Say it!
MR. ORANGE
{Breathing hard}
I'm okay Larry.
MR. WHITE
Correct.
{He looks back at him. Again, softer}
Correct.
***
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
The camera does a 360 around an empty warehouse. Then the door swings open, and Mr. White carries Mr. Orange, who is covered in blood, inside.
Mr. Orange still is moaning loudly from his bullet hit.
MR. WHITE
{Helping Mr. Orange get across the room. He’s still looking worried, but is relieved that they’re finally at the rendezvous spot}
Look where we are. Look where we are.
{Mr. Orange is moaning. Mr. White wraps his arms around him to get a better grip}
We’re at the warehouse. Who’s a tough
guy? Who’s a tough guy? Come on, who’s
a tough guy?
MR. ORANGE
I’m a tough guy.
MR. WHITE
Who’s a tough guy?
MR. ORANGE
{Yelling}
Larry!
MR. WHITE
You’re a tough guy. You’re a fucking
tough guy.
{Mr. White helps Mr. Orange lie down on the floor of the warehouse}
Okay. Okay.
{Mr. Orange is still moaning and thrashing his arms around}
We’re in the warehouse. Look where we
are.
{Climbs over Mr. Orange to sit on his other side}
We made it. We fucking made it.
{Reaches down to unbuckle Mr. Orange’s pants to see how bad the gunshot wound is.}
We’re in the warehouse. Look where we
are.
{Puts his hand under Mr. Orange’s head as it bangs against the floor}
Look where we are.
{Touches Mr. Orange’s forehead}
Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on.
{Takes out his handkerchief and pats it against Mr. Orange’s forehead and cheeks. Almost pleadingly:}
Hold on. Hold on.
{Mr. Orange is trying not to cry and still hitting his head against the floor}
MR. ORANGE
Shit!
MR. WHITE
Quit banging you’re head. You’re gonna
bang a fucking hole in the floor.
{Mr. Orange kind of laughs. Mr. White unbuckles Mr. Orange’s belt. Looks at the wound, then at Mr. Orange, shaking his head.}
I can't do anything for you, but when Joe
gets here, which should be anytime
now, he'll be able to help you.
{It’s worth pointing out that at this point, Mr. White is blinking an awful lot, as if he’s trying to fight back tears. It’s obvious he’s pretty worried, and he hates seeing Mr. Orange like this and not being able to help him.}
He’s gonna help you out, he’s gonna,
he’s gonna take care of you. Okay? We're
just gonna sit here, and
wait for Joe.
{Mr. White puts his arm under Mr. Orange’s neck to support his head}
Who are we waiting for?
MR. ORANGE
Joe.
MR. WHITE
{Wipes Mr. Orange’s forehead again, nodding.}
That’s right.
MR. ORANGE
{Focusing on Mr. White, who’s face is about 3 inches from his own}
Larry, I'm so fucking scared man.
{Leans his head against Mr. White’s arm}
Could you please hold me?
{Mr. White, looking about seconds away from bursting into tears, rests his forehead against Mr. Orange’s for a second, then pulls back a little and hugs him tightly, wrapping his arms around him and being careful not to put too much pressure on his stomach.}
MR. WHITE
(whispering)
Yeah, sure.
{Blots his forehead again, and whispers something in his ear, (I’m not completely sure what, but it sounds like, ‘I’m sorry’), then takes out his comb and brushes his hair back, making Mr. Orange laugh. I don’t know if Mr. White needed to feel like he was doing something or just thought that Freddy wouldn’t like it if his hair were a mess, but it says a lot, either way. It’s a very intimate gesture, and personal- he’s doing this because it’s Freddy. Somehow I doubt he’d be brushing Mr. Blonde’s hair if it were him lying there.}
Go ahead and be scared,
{Mr. White blinks back tears again, and rests his hand with the comb on Freddy’s stomach.}
you’ve been brave enough for one day. I
want you to just relax now, okay?
You're not gonna fucking die, you're
gonna be fine. When Joe gets here,
he'll make ya a hundred percent
again.
{Mr. Orange looks up at him, surprisingly trustingly for a guy lying in the arms of someone he just saw shoot three of his cop friends.}
MR. ORANGE
Look, I’m hurt real bad Larry.
MR. WHITE
{Looks down at the wound}
It’s not good. No.
{Shakes his head, and Freddy kind of laughs.}
MR. ORANGE
Larry. Bless your heart for what you’re
trying to do. I was panicking for a
minute back there, but I’ve got my
senses back down.
{Larry doesn’t look at this while he’s saying this, almost like he doesn’t want to hear what he can see for himself is true. Freddy touches his hand off screen, and he finally looks down at him, worried and unhappy that this kid he feels so close to might die.}
But the fact is I’m shot in the belly,
and without medical attention, I’m gonna
die.
{Larry swallows hard, not replying for a second, just blotting Freddy’s forehead, then says:}
MR. WHITE
I can’t take you to a hospital.
MR. ORANGE
{Yells out}
Fuck jail man!
{Of course, being a cop, he doesn’t really have to worry about jail, but anyway… Gasping:}
MR. ORANGE
You don’t have to take me in, just drive
up to the front and drop me off. Just
drop me on the sidewalk. I’ll take care
of myself. I won’t tell them anything,
man, I won’t tell them anything.
{Larry wipes his forehead again.}
I swear to fucking God man. Just look in
my eyes, Lar.
{Larry does, and you can tell this is killing him.}
Look in my eyes. I won’t. Tell. Them.
*Anything*. You’ll be safe, man.
MR. WHITE
{Mr. White clearly really wants to take him to the hospital, but knows he can’t, not matter how badly he may wish he could, because if he does, at least one of them will end up in jail. Some people think that he was just looking out for himself here, but I think at least part of it is that he doesn’t want Mr. Orange to get caught and put in jail either. He’s looking out for both of them and risking himself by taking care of Mr. Orange when he could have just left him to die.}
You're not gonna fucking die, kid, all
right? Listen to me. You’re gonna be
fine. Along with the kneecap, the gut is
the most painful area a man can get shot
in.
MR. ORANGE
No shit.
MR. White
But it takes a long time to die from it.
I’m talkin’ days. You’re gonna wish you
were dead, but it takes days to die from
your wound. Time is on your side.
Suddenly, the warehouse door BURSTS open and Mr. Pink steps inside.
MR. PINK
Was that a fucking set-up or what?
Mr. Pink sees Mr. Orange on the floor, shot and bloody.
MR. PINK
Oh fuck, Orange got tagged.
Throughout this scene, we hear Mr. Orange moaning.
MR. WHITE
{Looks down at Freddy worriedly as he cringes in pain. His voice is hard as he responds, but it’s his ‘I care too fucking much, and if I unclench my teeth and really respond in anymore then just a couple of words, I’m going to start crying’ tone of voice.}
Gun shot.
MR. PINK
Fuck! Where's, uh, Brown?
MR. WHITE
{Stroking Freddy’s head and not looking at Mr. Pink}
Dead.
MR. PINK
Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?
MR. WHITE
{Looks at him like he’s an idiot}
How the fuck do you think? The
cops shot him.
MR. PINK
Oh this is bad, this is so bad.
{Freddy turns his face into Larry’s arm and Larry looks down at him again.}
(referring to Mr. Orange)
Is it bad?
MR. WHITE
{Again with the ‘What are you, an idiot?’ look}
As opposed to good?
MR. PINK
Man this is so fucked up. This is so
fucked up. Somebody fucked us big
time.
{Starts pacing}
MR. WHITE
You really think we were set up?
MR. PINK
You even doubt it? I don't think
we got set up, I know we got set
up! I mean really, seriously,
where did all those cops come
from, huh? One minute they're not
there, the next minute
they're there. I didn't hear any
sirens. The alarm went off, okay.
Okay, when an alarm goes off, you
got an average of four minutes
response time. Unless a patrol
car is cruising that street, at
that particular moment, you got
four minutes before they can
realistically respond. In one
minute there were seventeen blue
boys out there. All loaded for
bear, all knowing exactly what the
fuck they were doing, and they
were all just there! Remember
that second wave that showed up in
the cars? Those were the ones
responding to the alarm. but
those other motherfuckers were
already there, they were waiting
for us.
(pause)
You haven't thought about this?
MR. WHITE
I haven't had a chance to think.
First I was just trying to get the
fuck outta there. And after we
got away, I've just been dealin
with him.
{Gestures to Freddy, who mumbles something that sounds like, “I’m sorry.” Larry starts stroking his hair and shushing him as Mr. Pink talks.}
MR. PINK
Well, you better start thinking
about it. Cause I, sure as fuck,
am thinking about it. In fact,
that's all I'm thinking about. I
came this close to just driving
off. Whoever set us up, knows
about this place. There could've
been cops sitting here waiting for
me. For all we know, there's
cops, driving fast, on their way
here now.
MR. WHITE
{Doesn’t think Freddy really needs to be hearing this right now. He motions toward the other room}
Let's go in the other room... Hey.
Over there.
{Mr. Pink nods and goes in. Larry starts to stand up, and Freddy grabs his arm.}
MR. ORANGE
Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me.
MR. WHITE
It’s okay. I’ll be right over there.
Right over there looking at you.
Just right over there.
MR. ORANGE
{Calling out}
Larry! Larry! Fucking God.
***
{Talking in the other room with Mr. Pink}
MR. PINK
For all I know you’re the rat.
MR. WHITE
{Turns away from the mirror where he’s fixing his hair (again) and yells:}
For all I know, you're the fuckin rat.
MR. PINK
Now you're using your head. For
all we know, he's the rat.
MR. WHITE
{His eyes narrow and he takes a step closer to Mr. Pink, really angry now}
Hey! That man in there is dying from a
Fucking bullet that I saw him take so
don’t you be calling him a rat!
***
{Mr. Pink comes back from the bathroom. Mr. White is sitting next to Mr. Orange, looking down at him sadly}
MR. PINK
Shit, did he fucking die on us?
{Mr. White doesn’t answer}
MR. PINK
Huh? Is he dead or what?
MR. WHITE
He ain't dead.
MR. PINK
So what is it?
MR. WHITE
I think he's just passed out.
MR. PINK
He scared the fuckin shit outta
me, man. I thought he was dead fer
sure.
Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table.
MR. WHITE
Without medical attention, he will be
dead fer sure.
MR. PINK
What are we gonna do man, we can't
take him to a hospital.
MR. WHITE
{Gets that tone again, the clenching-his-teeth,-trying-to-be-tough-so-he-doesn’t-cry tone}
Without medical attention, this
man might not live through the night.
That bullet in his belly is my
fault. Now while that might not
mean jack shit to you, it means a
helluva lot to me.
MR. PINK
Well, first things first, staying
here's goofy. We gotta book up.
MR. WHITE
So what do you suggest, we go to a
hotel? We got a guy who's shot in
the belly, he can't walk, he
bleeds like a stuck pig, and when
he's awake, he screams in pain.
MR. PINK
You gotta idea, spit it out.
MR. WHITE
Joe could help him. If we can get
in touch with Joe, Joe could get
him to a doctor, Joe could get a
doctor to come and see him.
MR. PINK
Assuming we can trust Joe, how we
gonna get in touch with him? He's
supposed to be here, but he ain't,
which is making me nervous about
being here. Even if Joe is
on the up and up, he's probably
not gonna be that happy with us.
Joe planned a robbery, but he's
got a blood bath on his hands now.
Dead cops, dead robbers, dead
civilians...Jesus Christ! I tend
to doubt he's gonna have a lot of
sympathy for our plight. If I was
him, I'd try and put as much
distance between me and this mess
an humanly possible.
MR. WHITE
{Has been thinking about something during Mr. Pink’s speech. Finally he says,}
Before you got here, Mr. Orange
was askin me to take him to a docter.
A hospital. Now I don't like
turning him over to the cops, but
if we don't, he's dead. He begged
me to do it.
MR. PINK
Well if that’s what he said, then
let’s do it. Since he don't know
nothin about us, I say it's his
decision.
MR. WHITE
{Makes a face like, ‘Uh… not exactly.’}
Well, he knows a little about me.
MR. PINK
{Looks a little dumbfounded. He must really be regretting taking the job now}
Wait, what? You didn't, you didn’t
tell him your name, did ya?
MR. WHITE
I told him my first name, and
where I was from.
There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink, then:
MR. PINK
Why!?
MR. WHITE
I told him where I was from a few
days ago. It was just a casual
conversation.
MR. PINK
And what was tellin him your name
when you weren't supposed to?
MR. WHITE
He asked.
Mr. Pink looks at him like he's an idiot.
MR. WHITE
{Kind of figures that Mr. Pink isn’t really going to understand, but starts explaining anyway. It’s better to have an excuse then for Mr. Pink to think he’s a dumbass who can’t follow rules (Or a dumbass who’s in love)}
We had just gotten away from the
cops. He just got shot. It was
my fault he got shot. He's
a fuckin bloody mess - he's
screaming. I swear to god, I
thought he was gonna die right
then and there. I'm tryin to
comfort him, telling him not to
worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm
gonna take care of him. And he
asked me what my name was. I
mean, the man was dyin in my arms.
What the fuck was I supposed do?
{Starts yelling}
Tell him I’m sorry? I can't give out
that information, It's against the
rules! “I don't trust you
enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I
couldn't.
{He “couldn’t”?}
Fuck you and fuck Joe!
MR. PINK
{Kind of rolls his eyes like he’s figured it out}
I’m sure it was a very beautiful scene
between you two.
MR. WHITE
Don't fuckin patronize me.
MR. PINK
I have one question for you: Do they
have a sheet on you, where you told
him you're from?
MR. WHITE
Yeah!
MR. PINK
Well that's that, then man! I mean, I
was worried about mug shot
possibilities already. But now he
knows: (a) what you look like, (b)
what your first name is,
(c) where you're from and (d) what
your specialty is.
They ain't gonna hafta show him a
helluva lot of pictures for him to
pick you out. I mean, that's it
right, you didn't tell him anything
else that could narrow down the
selection?
MR. WHITE
If I have to tell you again to
back off, me an you are gonna go
round and round.
MR. PINK
We ain't taking him to a hospital.
MR. WHITE
If we don't, he'll die.
MR. PINK
And I'm very sad about that. But
some fellas are lucky, and some
ain't.
{Mr. White pushes him}
What are you fucking touching me for
man?
{Mr. White punches him and they start fighting, kicking and punching each other. (And all over Mr. Orange too…) It ends with them each pointing their guns each other}
MR. WHITE
You wanna shoot me, you little
piece of shit? Take a shot!
MR. PINK
Fuck you, White! I didn't create
this situation, I'm just dealin
with it. You're acting like a
first-year fuckin thief. I'm
actin like a professional. They
get him, they can get you, they
get you, they get closer to me,
and that can't happen. And you,
you motherfucker, are looking at
me like it's my fault. I didn't
tell him my name. I didn't tell
him where I was from. I didn't
tell him what I knew better than
to tell him. Fuck, fifteen
minutes ago, you almost told me
your name. You, buddy, are stuck
in a situation you created. So if
you wanna throw bad looks
somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.
{Funny thing is, Mr. Pink is right. Logically, it’s a very bad idea for Mr. White to try and take Freddy to a hospital. Even staying there and waiting for Joe is a bad idea. If he were thinking logically (read, not in love with Freddy) he would go with Mr. Pink and the diamonds to a hotel and get as far away from everything as possible. And Larry’s a professional thief, so I doubt he lets his emotions get in the way normally. Which means, it’s because it’s *Mr. Orange* who was shot that he’s willing to put himself at a risk. For some reason, Freddy is that important to him.}
***
{After Eddie and Mr. Blond show up}
MR. WHITE
{pointing to Mr. Orange}
What are you gonna do about him?
EDDIE
Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin
chance to breathe. I got a few
questions of my own, ya know.
MR. WHITE
You ain't dying, he is.
EDDIE
Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I'll
call somebody.
MR. WHITE
Who?
EDDIE
A snake charmer, what the fuck
d'you think. I'll call a doctor,
take care of him, fix 'm right up.
***
{Same scene, later on}
EDDIE
Alright, first things fucking last. Who’s got the stones?
Somebody please tell me they’ve got the stones, as a
little favor, for my sake.
MR. PINK
Yeah, I got a bag. I stashed it till
I could be sure this place wasn't a
police station.
EDDIE
Good for you. Well, let's go get it.
We also gotta get rid of all those
cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot
outside.
(pointing to Mr. Blonde)
Okay, Blondie. You stay here and
babysit them two. White and Pink:
You two take a car each, I'll
follow ya. You ditch it, I'll
pick you up, then we'll pick up
the stones.
{To Mr. White (and there’s definitely some significance to that)}
And while I'm following you, I'll
arrange for some sort of a doctor for
our friend.
MR. WHITE
We can't leave these guys with
him.
{Meaning Mr. Blonde}
EDDIE
Why not?
{Mr. White gestures to Mr. Blonde}
MR. WHITE
Because he’s a fucking
psycho. And if you think
Joe's pissed at us, that
ain't nothing compared to how
pissed off I am at him, for puttin
me in the same room as that
bastard.
{Eventually Eddie decides that Mr. Orange is safe enough with Mr. Blonde and he, Pink, and White leave. Bet he regrets that move. But that doesn’t change the Mr. White-being-protective moment that’s so obvious, even Eddie seems to have picked up on it. Notice he doesn’t feel the need to reassure *Mr. Pink* that Mr. Orange will be fine}
***
(New flashback scene)
{We see Mr. Orange, now known as FREDDY NEWENDYKE, wearing a high school letterman jacket, enter the coffee shop, spot Holdaway (His cop friend), and head his way. Holdaway sees Freddy walk towards him with a wide-ass grin on his face}
FREDDY
Say "hello" to a motherfucker
who's inside. Cabot's doing a job
and take a big fat guess who he
wants on the team?
HOLDAWAY
This better not be some kind of Freddy
joke man.
FREDDY
It ain't no joke, I'm in there.
I'm up his ass.
{Holdaway just looks at his pupil for a moment, then
smiles and they hug}
We see through the window of the restaurant Freddy slide into the booth across from Holdaway. Freddy's doing a lot of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying at first.
FREDDY
Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants
to meet me. He says I should just
hang around my apartment and wait
for a phone call. Well after
waiting three goddamn days by the
fuckin phone, he calls me last
night and says Joe's ready, and
he'll pick me up in fifteen
minutes.
HOLDAWAY
Who all picked you up?
FREDDY
Nice Guy. When we got to the
bar...
HOLDAWAY
...What bar?
FREDDY
The Boots and Socks in Gardena.
When we got there, I met Joe and a
guy named Mr. White. It's a phony
name. My name's Mr. Orange.
HOLDAWAY
{Kind of laughs}
Mr. Orange?
MR. ORANGE
{Grins, and shrugs}
Mr. Orange.
HOLDAWAY
Okay, *Mr. Orange*. You ever seen this
motherfucker before?
FREDDY
Who, Mr. White?
HOLDAWAY
Yes Mr. Orange, Mr. White.
FREDDY
No, he ain't familiar. He ain't
one of Cabot's soldiers either.
He's gotta be from outta town.
But Joe knows him real well.
HOLDAWAY
How can you tell?
FREDDY
The way they talk to each other.
You can tell they're buddies.
{Sounds like he was paying attention. Could just be police work, but still}
HOLDAWAY
Did the two of you talk?
FREDDY
Me and Mr. White?
HOLDAWAY
Yeah.
FREDDY
A little.
{Smirks in a way that makes you think what he really means is “Among other things”}
HOLDAWAY
What about?
FREDDY
The Brewers.
HOLDAWAY
The Milwaukee Brewers?
FREDDY
Yeah. They had just won the night
before, and he made a killing off
'em.
HOLDAWAY
Well, if this crook's a Brewers
fan, his ass has gotta be from
Wisconsin.
MR. ORANGE
Bing!
HOLDAWAY
And I'll bet you
everything from a diddle-eyed Joe
to a damned-if-I-know, that in
Milwaukee they got a sheet on this
Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I
want you to go through the mugs of
guys from old Milwaukee with a
history of armed robbery, and put
a name to that face.
HOLDAWAY
Nice work. {They shake hands} How was
Long Beach Mike’s referral?
MR. ORANGE
Perfecto. He’s backing me up a long
fucking way. I told him it was Long
Beach Mike I did the poker game with.
When Nice Guy called him to check it
out, he said it was A OK. He said I
was a good thief. I didn’t rattle. So
do right by him, he’s a good guy, I
wouldn’t be in there if it weren’t for
him.
HOLDAWAY
No. No, no, no. Long Beach Mike is not
your fucking amigo, all right, Long
Beach Mike is a fucking scumbag. He is
selling out his amigos. That’s what
kind of a nice guy he fucking is, all
right.
{Freddy looks away}
I’ll take care of his fucking ass, man,
you just get that low life scumbag out
of mind, and you take care of business,
you hear me?
FREDDY
{Freddy makes a sweeping motion in front of his face}
Gone
{It’s interesting that Freddy seems to forget a lot of the time that these thieves he’s becoming friends with (not just Larry, but Long Beach Mike, and even Eddie and Joe) are the people he’s trying to *get arrested*}
***
{Freddy, in the middle of the commode story}
Freddy, Joe, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. White all sit around a table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his story. The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.
FREDDY
I don’t know if you remember, in 86
there was this major fucking drought.
Nobody had anything. People were
living on airs and smoking the weed in
their pipes. But this chick had a
bunch. And she’s begging me to sell it
for her. So I told her, I wasn’t gonna
be Joe the Pot Man anymore, but I
would take a little bit and sell it to
my close close close friends. She
agreed to it, said we’d keep the same
arrangement as before, 10% free pot
for me, as long as I helped her that
weekend. She had a brick of weed she
was selling, she didn’t want to go to
the buy alone.
{Mr. White is grinning at him around his cigarette, and you can see the difference in his eyes and in his face when he looks at Freddy even in this early scene, and it’s very different from the way he looks at everyone else}
Her brother usually
goes with her, but he's in county
unexpectedly.
MR. WHITE
What for?
FREDDY
Traffic tickets gone to warrant.
They stopped him for something,
found the warrants on 'im, took
'im to county. She doesn't want to
walk around alone with all that
weed. Well, I don't wanna do
this, I have a bad feeling about
it, but she keeps askin me, keeps
askin me, finally I said okay
'cause I'm sick of listening to
it. Well, we're picking this guy
up at the train station.
EDDIE
You're picking the buyer up at the
train station? You're carrying
the weed on you?
{You can tell he thinks that’s pretty stupid}
FREDDY
Yeah, the guy needed it right
away. Don't ask me why. So we
get to the train station, and
we're waitin for the guy. Now I'm
carrying the weed in one of those
carry-on bags, and I gotta take a
piss. So I tell the connection
I'll be right back, I'm goin' to
the boys room...
CUT TO: MEN'S ROOM - TRAIN STATION - DAY
Freddy walks through the door with a carry-on bag over his shoulder. Once he's inside, he stops in his tracks.
FREDDY
...So I walk into the men's room,
and who's standing there?
FREEZE FRAME on Freddy standing in front of six Los Angeles County Sheriffs and one German Shepherd. All of their eyes are on Freddy. Everyone is frozen.
FREDDY
...six Los Angeles County Sheriffs
and a German Shepherd.
NICE GUY EDDIE
They’re waiting for you?
FREDDY
No. They were just a bunch of
cops hangin out in the men's room,
talkin. When I walked through the
door they all stopped what they
were talking about and looked at
me.
BACK TO BAR
MR. WHITE
{Laughs, still smiling at him}
That's hard, man. That's a fuckin
hard situation.
BACK TO MEN'S ROOM
The GERMAN SHEPHERD is barking his head off.
FREDDY
The German Shepherd starts
barkin'. He's barkin' at me. I
mean it's obvious. He's barkin' at
me.
FREDDY
Every nerve ending, all of my
senses, the blood in my veins,
everything I has was screaming,
"Take off, man, just take off, get
the fuck outta there!" Panic hit
me like a bucket of water. First
there was the shock of it--BAM,
right in the face! Then I'm just
standin there drenched in panic.
And all those sheriffs are lookin
at me and they know. They can
smell it. As sure as that fuckin
dog can, they can smell it on me.
Back to the same freeze frame shot of Freddy standing in front of the sheriffs. It suddenly jerks to life, and moves to speed. The dog is barking. Freddy moves to his right, out of frame. We stay on the sheriffs. One sheriff yells at the dog.
SHERIFF #1
Shut up!
The dog quiets down. Sheriff #2 continues with his story. A couple of the sheriffs look over at Freddy off screen, but as Sheriff #2 talks, turn their attention to him.
The CAMERA PANS away from the sheriffs to Freddy, up against the urinal.
Freddy finishes, and walks past the sheriffs over to the sink. A sheriff is sitting on a sink. He looks down and watches Freddy wash his hands.
Freddy finishes washing his hands. He goes to dry them, but there's only those hand drying machines. Freddy turns on the drying machine. He can't hear anything the sheriffs say now.
{Eddie, Larry and Joe laugh}
JOE
You know how to handle that situation. Just
shit your pants and dive in a swim.
***
Part 2~ http://www.livejournal.com/users/leah1878/22157.html
Ship Manifesto
Pairing: Mr. Orange (Freddy)/ Mr. White (Larry)
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Author: Leah1878
Warnings: Some swearing (the movie is rated R)
Spoilers: The whole movie
Notes: None
Part 1
“I was watching RD the other night. I've seen this movie so many times and each time I get more and more convinced of the slashiness in the scenes between Orange and White. The way White didn't really care about anything or anyone else as long as he could help Orange just stuck with me. I think they felt something for each other, and it would explain why
Orange reveals himself at the end as they're holding each other. I never really understood that part. It could be because this man cared so much for him, showed it, that he couldn't go on deceiving him anymore, even if it meant his death. His apology seemed sincere and devastating, and White's reaction was strong and heartbreaking. Just my take.”
{Sarah: http://members.gojasper.com/ratchick/index.html}
Mr. Orange (Freddy)~
Freddy Newendyke (aka Mr. Orange) is an undercover police officer setting up a group of professional thieves. He’s fairly young, late twenties maybe, and although he acts like he knows what he doing, there are clues that suggest that this might be his first undercover job.
Maybe it’s because he doesn’t realize why it’s not a good thing to get emotionally attached to the men you’re trying to get arrested that Freddy seems to develop such a close relationship with Larry (aka Mr. White). Larry even tells Freddy his first name when he asks, even though they aren’t really supposed to, and at the end, kills one of his oldest friends (Joe) and Joe’s son Eddie trying to protect Freddy. But more about that later.
Mr. White (aka Larry)~
Larry (aka Mr. White) is a professional thief from Milwaukee who has known Joe (the guy who set up this whole jewel heist) and his son Eddie a long time.
{The scene in the resteraunt when they’re about to leave}
MR. PINK
Because you paid for the
breakfast, I'm gonna tip.
Normally I wouldn't.
JOE
Never mind what you would normally do.
Just throw in your dollar, and let's
move.
(to Mr. WHITE)
See what I'm dealing with here.
Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with
infants.
He spent some time in jail when he was younger and still working in Milwaukee, but since then he’s become very deft and hasn’t been caught since.
Something interesting about Larry is that a couple of jobs before this one, he and the other thieves discovered that one of their men was an undercover cop. You’d think that because of this, he would have known what to look for, and been extra aware of the men on this job. But, because it’s Freddy, he doesn’t even suspect him at all. He doesn’t believe Joe or Eddie when they say that they’re sure Freddy’s the rat, even though he’s been friends with them a lot longer. It’s only when Freddy tells him himself that Larry finally believes it, and has a very hurt, betrayed look on his face while he caresses Freddy’s jaw and then shoots him. (And I know, that shooting part, more betrayal then romantic, but he really does stroke Freddy’s face for a minute while his eyes get all teary right before that part)
Their Relationship~
From the very beginning in the café, it’s clear that Mr. Orange and Mr. White have a pretty close friendship. They’re sitting right next to each other with their shoulders practically touching, and right in the middle of the whole Madonna talk, Larry kind of looks over at him, then lays his arm over the back of Freddy’s chair and leaves it there for a few minutes.
This proximity is intentional, and occurs over and over throughout the movie. An article at http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=Reservoir%20Dogs discusses this in more detail:
One of the most prominently noticeable techniques used by Tarantino throughout the film is the strategic placement of his characters. This placement provides a more precise understanding of the connection between specific characters. For example, it can be noticed that there is a clear bond between Mr. White (Harvey Keitel), and Mr. Orange (Tim Roth) which is established through the story line itself. Also, there is an intense rivalry between Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen), and most every other character, with emphasis on Keitel's. The relationship between Orange and White is shown by placing them in situations close together, such as in a small car, or by attempting to aid a friend with a gunshot wound. Even in the film's final image we see the two close together, with Roth in Keitel's arms. When we compare these images to those of Keitel and Madsen, the distinction between the two becomes clearer. Most of the major scenes in the warehouse place Madsen and Keitel a noticeable distance apart. Their physical separation throughout the movie works to emphasis the distrust and animosity towards each other. The scenes in the warehouse make this the most clear, having the largest distance in space between characters.
Freddy/Larry Moments, Quotes, and Explinations~
{When Mr. Brown starts talking about ‘the meaning of Like A Virgin’}
MR. BROWN
The pain is reminding a fuck machine
what is was like to be a virgin.
{Mr. White has his arm over the back of Mr. Orange’s chair and their shoulders are almost touching}
Hence, "Like a Virgin."
***
{Mr. White suddenly snatches the address book from Joe's hand.}
MR. WHITE
Give me this fucking thing.
{Joe looks over at him, scowling, and acting more mad then he really is. Mr. Orange kind of jumps, then looks at Mr. White, almost for reassurance}
JOE
What the fuck do you think you're
doin? Give me my book back!
{Mr. Orange glances at Joe, then back up at Mr. White, a little worried}
MR. WHITE
I'm sick of fuckin hearin it Joe,
I'll give it back when we leave.
{Joe stares at him}
JOE
Whaddaya mean give it to me when
we leave, give it back now.
{Mr. Orange starts grinning}
MR. WHITE
For the past fifteen minutes now,
you've just been droning on with
names. "Toby...Toby...Toby...
Toby Wong...Toby Wong...
{Joe glares at him and Mr. Orange looks away, cracking up}
Toby Chung...fuckin Charlie Chan." I
got Madonna's big dick comin outta my
right ear,
{Mr. Orange smiles up at Mr. White}
and Toby Jap I-don't-
know-what, outta my left.
{The rest of them start snickering and even Joe looks amused}
JOE
What do you care?
MR. WHITE
When you're annoying as hell,
care a lot.
JOE
Give me my book.
{Mr. Orange, watching their exchange, shifts a little closer to Mr. White}
MR. WHITE
You gonna put it away?
JOE
I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do
with it.
{Mr. White glances at Mr. Orange and it almost looks like he winks at him}
MR. WHITE
Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to keep it.
MR. BLONDE
Joe, you want me to shoot this
piece of shit for you?
{Joe and Mr. White smile}
MR. WHITE
Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you
better wake up and apologize.
***
{About tipping}
MR. PINK
Do you know what this is? It's
the world's smallest violin,
playing just for the waitresses.
{Cut to Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Now Mr. Orange has his arm over the back of Mr. White’s chair, and is leaning toward him}
MR. WHITE
You don't have any idea what
you're talking about.
{Mr. Orange looks over at him}
These people bust their ass. This
is a hard job.
MR. PINK
So's working at McDonald's, but
you don't feel the need to tip
them. And why not, they're servin
ya food aren’t they, you
should tip em. But no, society
says tip these guys over here, but
not those guys over there. That's
bullshit.
MR. WHITE
Waitressing is the number one
occupation for female non-college
graduates in this country.
{Mr. Orange looks over at him again, then takes his arm away. Sounding too much like a father maybe?}
It’s the one job basically any woman
can get, and make a living on.
The reason is because of tips.
MR. PINK
{Thinks for a minute, then waves his hand}
Fuck all that.
They all laugh.
MR. PINK
Hey, I'm very sorry that the
government taxes their tips.
That's fucked up. But that ain't
my fault. it would appear that
waitresses are just one of the
many groups the government fucks
in the ass on a regular basis.
You show me a paper says the
government shouldn't do that, I'll
sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll
vote for it. But what I won't do
is play ball. And this non-
college bullshit you're giving
me, I got two words for that:
"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if
you're expecting me to help out
with the rent, you're in for a big
fuckin surprise.
{Mr. White shoots something at him with a spoon}
MR. ORANGE
{To Mr. White}
He's convinced me. Give me my
dollar back.
{Mr. White glances at Mr. Orange, but he looks more amused then mad that he’s not backing him up}
NICE GUY EDDIE
Hey!
{Puts his hands over the money}
Leave the dollars there.
***
{When the credit sequence is finished, we FADE TO BLACK. Over the black we hear the sound of someone screaming. Under the screaming, we hear the sound of a car hauling ass, through traffic.}
Over the screams and the traffic noise, we hear Mr. White say:
Just hold on buddy boy.
Mr. Orange stops screaming long enough to say:
I'm sorry.
{Mr. White reaches back and takes his hand}
I can't believe
she killed me. Who would've
fuckin thought that?
{Cut to Mr. Orange lying in the backseat. He's been shot in the stomach. Blood covers both him and the backseat. Mr. White is behind the wheel of the getaway car.}
MR. WHITE
{Sounding very worried, looks back at Mr. Orange over his shoulder}
Hey, just cancel that shit right
now! You're hurt. You're hurt
real fucking bad,
{His voice rises}
but you ain't dying.
MR. ORANGE
(crying and moving around in the back seat)
All this blood is scaring the shit
outta me. I'm gonna die, I know
it.
{Mr. White grips his hand harder}
MR. WHITE
{Glances at Mr. Orange, his eyes wide and worried, then looks back at the road. His voice is shaking}
Oh excuse me, I didn't realize you
had a degree in medicine. Are you
a doctor? Are you a doctor?
{Sounds even more worried and tightens his grip on his hand even more when Mr. Orange doesn’t answer}
Answer me please, are you a
doctor?
MR. ORANGE
{Gasps}
No, I'm not!
MR. WHITE
Ahhhh, so you admit you don't know
what you're talking about.
{Looks back at Mr. Orange again}
So if you're through giving me your
amateur opinion, lie back and
listen to the news.
{Keeps glancing over his shoulder at Mr. Orange as he drives}
I'm taking you back to the rendezvous,
Joe’s gonna get you a doctor, the
doctor's gonna fix you up, and
you're gonna be okay.
{Orders}
Now say it: you're gonna be okay.
{Yells}
Say it! you're gonna be okay!
Mr. Orange doesn't respond. Mr. White starts pounding on the steering wheel.
MR. WHITE
Say-the-goddamn-words: you're
gonna be okay!
{Mr. White’s voice is getting more and more shrill, and it almost sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince Mr. Orange. He is really worried, and his eyes are wide and panicked as he’s watching Mr. Orange scream in the review mirror}
MR. ORANGE
Oh God!
MR. WHITE
Say the goddamn fucking words!
{Yelling again, but still griping Mr. Orange’s hand}
Say it!
MR. ORANGE
{Breathing hard}
I'm okay Larry.
MR. WHITE
Correct.
{He looks back at him. Again, softer}
Correct.
***
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
The camera does a 360 around an empty warehouse. Then the door swings open, and Mr. White carries Mr. Orange, who is covered in blood, inside.
Mr. Orange still is moaning loudly from his bullet hit.
MR. WHITE
{Helping Mr. Orange get across the room. He’s still looking worried, but is relieved that they’re finally at the rendezvous spot}
Look where we are. Look where we are.
{Mr. Orange is moaning. Mr. White wraps his arms around him to get a better grip}
We’re at the warehouse. Who’s a tough
guy? Who’s a tough guy? Come on, who’s
a tough guy?
MR. ORANGE
I’m a tough guy.
MR. WHITE
Who’s a tough guy?
MR. ORANGE
{Yelling}
Larry!
MR. WHITE
You’re a tough guy. You’re a fucking
tough guy.
{Mr. White helps Mr. Orange lie down on the floor of the warehouse}
Okay. Okay.
{Mr. Orange is still moaning and thrashing his arms around}
We’re in the warehouse. Look where we
are.
{Climbs over Mr. Orange to sit on his other side}
We made it. We fucking made it.
{Reaches down to unbuckle Mr. Orange’s pants to see how bad the gunshot wound is.}
We’re in the warehouse. Look where we
are.
{Puts his hand under Mr. Orange’s head as it bangs against the floor}
Look where we are.
{Touches Mr. Orange’s forehead}
Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on.
{Takes out his handkerchief and pats it against Mr. Orange’s forehead and cheeks. Almost pleadingly:}
Hold on. Hold on.
{Mr. Orange is trying not to cry and still hitting his head against the floor}
MR. ORANGE
Shit!
MR. WHITE
Quit banging you’re head. You’re gonna
bang a fucking hole in the floor.
{Mr. Orange kind of laughs. Mr. White unbuckles Mr. Orange’s belt. Looks at the wound, then at Mr. Orange, shaking his head.}
I can't do anything for you, but when Joe
gets here, which should be anytime
now, he'll be able to help you.
{It’s worth pointing out that at this point, Mr. White is blinking an awful lot, as if he’s trying to fight back tears. It’s obvious he’s pretty worried, and he hates seeing Mr. Orange like this and not being able to help him.}
He’s gonna help you out, he’s gonna,
he’s gonna take care of you. Okay? We're
just gonna sit here, and
wait for Joe.
{Mr. White puts his arm under Mr. Orange’s neck to support his head}
Who are we waiting for?
MR. ORANGE
Joe.
MR. WHITE
{Wipes Mr. Orange’s forehead again, nodding.}
That’s right.
MR. ORANGE
{Focusing on Mr. White, who’s face is about 3 inches from his own}
Larry, I'm so fucking scared man.
{Leans his head against Mr. White’s arm}
Could you please hold me?
{Mr. White, looking about seconds away from bursting into tears, rests his forehead against Mr. Orange’s for a second, then pulls back a little and hugs him tightly, wrapping his arms around him and being careful not to put too much pressure on his stomach.}
MR. WHITE
(whispering)
Yeah, sure.
{Blots his forehead again, and whispers something in his ear, (I’m not completely sure what, but it sounds like, ‘I’m sorry’), then takes out his comb and brushes his hair back, making Mr. Orange laugh. I don’t know if Mr. White needed to feel like he was doing something or just thought that Freddy wouldn’t like it if his hair were a mess, but it says a lot, either way. It’s a very intimate gesture, and personal- he’s doing this because it’s Freddy. Somehow I doubt he’d be brushing Mr. Blonde’s hair if it were him lying there.}
Go ahead and be scared,
{Mr. White blinks back tears again, and rests his hand with the comb on Freddy’s stomach.}
you’ve been brave enough for one day. I
want you to just relax now, okay?
You're not gonna fucking die, you're
gonna be fine. When Joe gets here,
he'll make ya a hundred percent
again.
{Mr. Orange looks up at him, surprisingly trustingly for a guy lying in the arms of someone he just saw shoot three of his cop friends.}
MR. ORANGE
Look, I’m hurt real bad Larry.
MR. WHITE
{Looks down at the wound}
It’s not good. No.
{Shakes his head, and Freddy kind of laughs.}
MR. ORANGE
Larry. Bless your heart for what you’re
trying to do. I was panicking for a
minute back there, but I’ve got my
senses back down.
{Larry doesn’t look at this while he’s saying this, almost like he doesn’t want to hear what he can see for himself is true. Freddy touches his hand off screen, and he finally looks down at him, worried and unhappy that this kid he feels so close to might die.}
But the fact is I’m shot in the belly,
and without medical attention, I’m gonna
die.
{Larry swallows hard, not replying for a second, just blotting Freddy’s forehead, then says:}
MR. WHITE
I can’t take you to a hospital.
MR. ORANGE
{Yells out}
Fuck jail man!
{Of course, being a cop, he doesn’t really have to worry about jail, but anyway… Gasping:}
MR. ORANGE
You don’t have to take me in, just drive
up to the front and drop me off. Just
drop me on the sidewalk. I’ll take care
of myself. I won’t tell them anything,
man, I won’t tell them anything.
{Larry wipes his forehead again.}
I swear to fucking God man. Just look in
my eyes, Lar.
{Larry does, and you can tell this is killing him.}
Look in my eyes. I won’t. Tell. Them.
*Anything*. You’ll be safe, man.
MR. WHITE
{Mr. White clearly really wants to take him to the hospital, but knows he can’t, not matter how badly he may wish he could, because if he does, at least one of them will end up in jail. Some people think that he was just looking out for himself here, but I think at least part of it is that he doesn’t want Mr. Orange to get caught and put in jail either. He’s looking out for both of them and risking himself by taking care of Mr. Orange when he could have just left him to die.}
You're not gonna fucking die, kid, all
right? Listen to me. You’re gonna be
fine. Along with the kneecap, the gut is
the most painful area a man can get shot
in.
MR. ORANGE
No shit.
MR. White
But it takes a long time to die from it.
I’m talkin’ days. You’re gonna wish you
were dead, but it takes days to die from
your wound. Time is on your side.
Suddenly, the warehouse door BURSTS open and Mr. Pink steps inside.
MR. PINK
Was that a fucking set-up or what?
Mr. Pink sees Mr. Orange on the floor, shot and bloody.
MR. PINK
Oh fuck, Orange got tagged.
Throughout this scene, we hear Mr. Orange moaning.
MR. WHITE
{Looks down at Freddy worriedly as he cringes in pain. His voice is hard as he responds, but it’s his ‘I care too fucking much, and if I unclench my teeth and really respond in anymore then just a couple of words, I’m going to start crying’ tone of voice.}
Gun shot.
MR. PINK
Fuck! Where's, uh, Brown?
MR. WHITE
{Stroking Freddy’s head and not looking at Mr. Pink}
Dead.
MR. PINK
Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?
MR. WHITE
{Looks at him like he’s an idiot}
How the fuck do you think? The
cops shot him.
MR. PINK
Oh this is bad, this is so bad.
{Freddy turns his face into Larry’s arm and Larry looks down at him again.}
(referring to Mr. Orange)
Is it bad?
MR. WHITE
{Again with the ‘What are you, an idiot?’ look}
As opposed to good?
MR. PINK
Man this is so fucked up. This is so
fucked up. Somebody fucked us big
time.
{Starts pacing}
MR. WHITE
You really think we were set up?
MR. PINK
You even doubt it? I don't think
we got set up, I know we got set
up! I mean really, seriously,
where did all those cops come
from, huh? One minute they're not
there, the next minute
they're there. I didn't hear any
sirens. The alarm went off, okay.
Okay, when an alarm goes off, you
got an average of four minutes
response time. Unless a patrol
car is cruising that street, at
that particular moment, you got
four minutes before they can
realistically respond. In one
minute there were seventeen blue
boys out there. All loaded for
bear, all knowing exactly what the
fuck they were doing, and they
were all just there! Remember
that second wave that showed up in
the cars? Those were the ones
responding to the alarm. but
those other motherfuckers were
already there, they were waiting
for us.
(pause)
You haven't thought about this?
MR. WHITE
I haven't had a chance to think.
First I was just trying to get the
fuck outta there. And after we
got away, I've just been dealin
with him.
{Gestures to Freddy, who mumbles something that sounds like, “I’m sorry.” Larry starts stroking his hair and shushing him as Mr. Pink talks.}
MR. PINK
Well, you better start thinking
about it. Cause I, sure as fuck,
am thinking about it. In fact,
that's all I'm thinking about. I
came this close to just driving
off. Whoever set us up, knows
about this place. There could've
been cops sitting here waiting for
me. For all we know, there's
cops, driving fast, on their way
here now.
MR. WHITE
{Doesn’t think Freddy really needs to be hearing this right now. He motions toward the other room}
Let's go in the other room... Hey.
Over there.
{Mr. Pink nods and goes in. Larry starts to stand up, and Freddy grabs his arm.}
MR. ORANGE
Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me.
MR. WHITE
It’s okay. I’ll be right over there.
Right over there looking at you.
Just right over there.
MR. ORANGE
{Calling out}
Larry! Larry! Fucking God.
***
{Talking in the other room with Mr. Pink}
MR. PINK
For all I know you’re the rat.
MR. WHITE
{Turns away from the mirror where he’s fixing his hair (again) and yells:}
For all I know, you're the fuckin rat.
MR. PINK
Now you're using your head. For
all we know, he's the rat.
MR. WHITE
{His eyes narrow and he takes a step closer to Mr. Pink, really angry now}
Hey! That man in there is dying from a
Fucking bullet that I saw him take so
don’t you be calling him a rat!
***
{Mr. Pink comes back from the bathroom. Mr. White is sitting next to Mr. Orange, looking down at him sadly}
MR. PINK
Shit, did he fucking die on us?
{Mr. White doesn’t answer}
MR. PINK
Huh? Is he dead or what?
MR. WHITE
He ain't dead.
MR. PINK
So what is it?
MR. WHITE
I think he's just passed out.
MR. PINK
He scared the fuckin shit outta
me, man. I thought he was dead fer
sure.
Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table.
MR. WHITE
Without medical attention, he will be
dead fer sure.
MR. PINK
What are we gonna do man, we can't
take him to a hospital.
MR. WHITE
{Gets that tone again, the clenching-his-teeth,-trying-to-be-tough-so-he-doesn’t-cry tone}
Without medical attention, this
man might not live through the night.
That bullet in his belly is my
fault. Now while that might not
mean jack shit to you, it means a
helluva lot to me.
MR. PINK
Well, first things first, staying
here's goofy. We gotta book up.
MR. WHITE
So what do you suggest, we go to a
hotel? We got a guy who's shot in
the belly, he can't walk, he
bleeds like a stuck pig, and when
he's awake, he screams in pain.
MR. PINK
You gotta idea, spit it out.
MR. WHITE
Joe could help him. If we can get
in touch with Joe, Joe could get
him to a doctor, Joe could get a
doctor to come and see him.
MR. PINK
Assuming we can trust Joe, how we
gonna get in touch with him? He's
supposed to be here, but he ain't,
which is making me nervous about
being here. Even if Joe is
on the up and up, he's probably
not gonna be that happy with us.
Joe planned a robbery, but he's
got a blood bath on his hands now.
Dead cops, dead robbers, dead
civilians...Jesus Christ! I tend
to doubt he's gonna have a lot of
sympathy for our plight. If I was
him, I'd try and put as much
distance between me and this mess
an humanly possible.
MR. WHITE
{Has been thinking about something during Mr. Pink’s speech. Finally he says,}
Before you got here, Mr. Orange
was askin me to take him to a docter.
A hospital. Now I don't like
turning him over to the cops, but
if we don't, he's dead. He begged
me to do it.
MR. PINK
Well if that’s what he said, then
let’s do it. Since he don't know
nothin about us, I say it's his
decision.
MR. WHITE
{Makes a face like, ‘Uh… not exactly.’}
Well, he knows a little about me.
MR. PINK
{Looks a little dumbfounded. He must really be regretting taking the job now}
Wait, what? You didn't, you didn’t
tell him your name, did ya?
MR. WHITE
I told him my first name, and
where I was from.
There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink, then:
MR. PINK
Why!?
MR. WHITE
I told him where I was from a few
days ago. It was just a casual
conversation.
MR. PINK
And what was tellin him your name
when you weren't supposed to?
MR. WHITE
He asked.
Mr. Pink looks at him like he's an idiot.
MR. WHITE
{Kind of figures that Mr. Pink isn’t really going to understand, but starts explaining anyway. It’s better to have an excuse then for Mr. Pink to think he’s a dumbass who can’t follow rules (Or a dumbass who’s in love)}
We had just gotten away from the
cops. He just got shot. It was
my fault he got shot. He's
a fuckin bloody mess - he's
screaming. I swear to god, I
thought he was gonna die right
then and there. I'm tryin to
comfort him, telling him not to
worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm
gonna take care of him. And he
asked me what my name was. I
mean, the man was dyin in my arms.
What the fuck was I supposed do?
{Starts yelling}
Tell him I’m sorry? I can't give out
that information, It's against the
rules! “I don't trust you
enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I
couldn't.
{He “couldn’t”?}
Fuck you and fuck Joe!
MR. PINK
{Kind of rolls his eyes like he’s figured it out}
I’m sure it was a very beautiful scene
between you two.
MR. WHITE
Don't fuckin patronize me.
MR. PINK
I have one question for you: Do they
have a sheet on you, where you told
him you're from?
MR. WHITE
Yeah!
MR. PINK
Well that's that, then man! I mean, I
was worried about mug shot
possibilities already. But now he
knows: (a) what you look like, (b)
what your first name is,
(c) where you're from and (d) what
your specialty is.
They ain't gonna hafta show him a
helluva lot of pictures for him to
pick you out. I mean, that's it
right, you didn't tell him anything
else that could narrow down the
selection?
MR. WHITE
If I have to tell you again to
back off, me an you are gonna go
round and round.
MR. PINK
We ain't taking him to a hospital.
MR. WHITE
If we don't, he'll die.
MR. PINK
And I'm very sad about that. But
some fellas are lucky, and some
ain't.
{Mr. White pushes him}
What are you fucking touching me for
man?
{Mr. White punches him and they start fighting, kicking and punching each other. (And all over Mr. Orange too…) It ends with them each pointing their guns each other}
MR. WHITE
You wanna shoot me, you little
piece of shit? Take a shot!
MR. PINK
Fuck you, White! I didn't create
this situation, I'm just dealin
with it. You're acting like a
first-year fuckin thief. I'm
actin like a professional. They
get him, they can get you, they
get you, they get closer to me,
and that can't happen. And you,
you motherfucker, are looking at
me like it's my fault. I didn't
tell him my name. I didn't tell
him where I was from. I didn't
tell him what I knew better than
to tell him. Fuck, fifteen
minutes ago, you almost told me
your name. You, buddy, are stuck
in a situation you created. So if
you wanna throw bad looks
somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.
{Funny thing is, Mr. Pink is right. Logically, it’s a very bad idea for Mr. White to try and take Freddy to a hospital. Even staying there and waiting for Joe is a bad idea. If he were thinking logically (read, not in love with Freddy) he would go with Mr. Pink and the diamonds to a hotel and get as far away from everything as possible. And Larry’s a professional thief, so I doubt he lets his emotions get in the way normally. Which means, it’s because it’s *Mr. Orange* who was shot that he’s willing to put himself at a risk. For some reason, Freddy is that important to him.}
***
{After Eddie and Mr. Blond show up}
MR. WHITE
{pointing to Mr. Orange}
What are you gonna do about him?
EDDIE
Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin
chance to breathe. I got a few
questions of my own, ya know.
MR. WHITE
You ain't dying, he is.
EDDIE
Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I'll
call somebody.
MR. WHITE
Who?
EDDIE
A snake charmer, what the fuck
d'you think. I'll call a doctor,
take care of him, fix 'm right up.
***
{Same scene, later on}
EDDIE
Alright, first things fucking last. Who’s got the stones?
Somebody please tell me they’ve got the stones, as a
little favor, for my sake.
MR. PINK
Yeah, I got a bag. I stashed it till
I could be sure this place wasn't a
police station.
EDDIE
Good for you. Well, let's go get it.
We also gotta get rid of all those
cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot
outside.
(pointing to Mr. Blonde)
Okay, Blondie. You stay here and
babysit them two. White and Pink:
You two take a car each, I'll
follow ya. You ditch it, I'll
pick you up, then we'll pick up
the stones.
{To Mr. White (and there’s definitely some significance to that)}
And while I'm following you, I'll
arrange for some sort of a doctor for
our friend.
MR. WHITE
We can't leave these guys with
him.
{Meaning Mr. Blonde}
EDDIE
Why not?
{Mr. White gestures to Mr. Blonde}
MR. WHITE
Because he’s a fucking
psycho. And if you think
Joe's pissed at us, that
ain't nothing compared to how
pissed off I am at him, for puttin
me in the same room as that
bastard.
{Eventually Eddie decides that Mr. Orange is safe enough with Mr. Blonde and he, Pink, and White leave. Bet he regrets that move. But that doesn’t change the Mr. White-being-protective moment that’s so obvious, even Eddie seems to have picked up on it. Notice he doesn’t feel the need to reassure *Mr. Pink* that Mr. Orange will be fine}
***
(New flashback scene)
{We see Mr. Orange, now known as FREDDY NEWENDYKE, wearing a high school letterman jacket, enter the coffee shop, spot Holdaway (His cop friend), and head his way. Holdaway sees Freddy walk towards him with a wide-ass grin on his face}
FREDDY
Say "hello" to a motherfucker
who's inside. Cabot's doing a job
and take a big fat guess who he
wants on the team?
HOLDAWAY
This better not be some kind of Freddy
joke man.
FREDDY
It ain't no joke, I'm in there.
I'm up his ass.
{Holdaway just looks at his pupil for a moment, then
smiles and they hug}
We see through the window of the restaurant Freddy slide into the booth across from Holdaway. Freddy's doing a lot of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying at first.
FREDDY
Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants
to meet me. He says I should just
hang around my apartment and wait
for a phone call. Well after
waiting three goddamn days by the
fuckin phone, he calls me last
night and says Joe's ready, and
he'll pick me up in fifteen
minutes.
HOLDAWAY
Who all picked you up?
FREDDY
Nice Guy. When we got to the
bar...
HOLDAWAY
...What bar?
FREDDY
The Boots and Socks in Gardena.
When we got there, I met Joe and a
guy named Mr. White. It's a phony
name. My name's Mr. Orange.
HOLDAWAY
{Kind of laughs}
Mr. Orange?
MR. ORANGE
{Grins, and shrugs}
Mr. Orange.
HOLDAWAY
Okay, *Mr. Orange*. You ever seen this
motherfucker before?
FREDDY
Who, Mr. White?
HOLDAWAY
Yes Mr. Orange, Mr. White.
FREDDY
No, he ain't familiar. He ain't
one of Cabot's soldiers either.
He's gotta be from outta town.
But Joe knows him real well.
HOLDAWAY
How can you tell?
FREDDY
The way they talk to each other.
You can tell they're buddies.
{Sounds like he was paying attention. Could just be police work, but still}
HOLDAWAY
Did the two of you talk?
FREDDY
Me and Mr. White?
HOLDAWAY
Yeah.
FREDDY
A little.
{Smirks in a way that makes you think what he really means is “Among other things”}
HOLDAWAY
What about?
FREDDY
The Brewers.
HOLDAWAY
The Milwaukee Brewers?
FREDDY
Yeah. They had just won the night
before, and he made a killing off
'em.
HOLDAWAY
Well, if this crook's a Brewers
fan, his ass has gotta be from
Wisconsin.
MR. ORANGE
Bing!
HOLDAWAY
And I'll bet you
everything from a diddle-eyed Joe
to a damned-if-I-know, that in
Milwaukee they got a sheet on this
Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I
want you to go through the mugs of
guys from old Milwaukee with a
history of armed robbery, and put
a name to that face.
HOLDAWAY
Nice work. {They shake hands} How was
Long Beach Mike’s referral?
MR. ORANGE
Perfecto. He’s backing me up a long
fucking way. I told him it was Long
Beach Mike I did the poker game with.
When Nice Guy called him to check it
out, he said it was A OK. He said I
was a good thief. I didn’t rattle. So
do right by him, he’s a good guy, I
wouldn’t be in there if it weren’t for
him.
HOLDAWAY
No. No, no, no. Long Beach Mike is not
your fucking amigo, all right, Long
Beach Mike is a fucking scumbag. He is
selling out his amigos. That’s what
kind of a nice guy he fucking is, all
right.
{Freddy looks away}
I’ll take care of his fucking ass, man,
you just get that low life scumbag out
of mind, and you take care of business,
you hear me?
FREDDY
{Freddy makes a sweeping motion in front of his face}
Gone
{It’s interesting that Freddy seems to forget a lot of the time that these thieves he’s becoming friends with (not just Larry, but Long Beach Mike, and even Eddie and Joe) are the people he’s trying to *get arrested*}
***
{Freddy, in the middle of the commode story}
Freddy, Joe, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. White all sit around a table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his story. The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.
FREDDY
I don’t know if you remember, in 86
there was this major fucking drought.
Nobody had anything. People were
living on airs and smoking the weed in
their pipes. But this chick had a
bunch. And she’s begging me to sell it
for her. So I told her, I wasn’t gonna
be Joe the Pot Man anymore, but I
would take a little bit and sell it to
my close close close friends. She
agreed to it, said we’d keep the same
arrangement as before, 10% free pot
for me, as long as I helped her that
weekend. She had a brick of weed she
was selling, she didn’t want to go to
the buy alone.
{Mr. White is grinning at him around his cigarette, and you can see the difference in his eyes and in his face when he looks at Freddy even in this early scene, and it’s very different from the way he looks at everyone else}
Her brother usually
goes with her, but he's in county
unexpectedly.
MR. WHITE
What for?
FREDDY
Traffic tickets gone to warrant.
They stopped him for something,
found the warrants on 'im, took
'im to county. She doesn't want to
walk around alone with all that
weed. Well, I don't wanna do
this, I have a bad feeling about
it, but she keeps askin me, keeps
askin me, finally I said okay
'cause I'm sick of listening to
it. Well, we're picking this guy
up at the train station.
EDDIE
You're picking the buyer up at the
train station? You're carrying
the weed on you?
{You can tell he thinks that’s pretty stupid}
FREDDY
Yeah, the guy needed it right
away. Don't ask me why. So we
get to the train station, and
we're waitin for the guy. Now I'm
carrying the weed in one of those
carry-on bags, and I gotta take a
piss. So I tell the connection
I'll be right back, I'm goin' to
the boys room...
CUT TO: MEN'S ROOM - TRAIN STATION - DAY
Freddy walks through the door with a carry-on bag over his shoulder. Once he's inside, he stops in his tracks.
FREDDY
...So I walk into the men's room,
and who's standing there?
FREEZE FRAME on Freddy standing in front of six Los Angeles County Sheriffs and one German Shepherd. All of their eyes are on Freddy. Everyone is frozen.
FREDDY
...six Los Angeles County Sheriffs
and a German Shepherd.
NICE GUY EDDIE
They’re waiting for you?
FREDDY
No. They were just a bunch of
cops hangin out in the men's room,
talkin. When I walked through the
door they all stopped what they
were talking about and looked at
me.
BACK TO BAR
MR. WHITE
{Laughs, still smiling at him}
That's hard, man. That's a fuckin
hard situation.
BACK TO MEN'S ROOM
The GERMAN SHEPHERD is barking his head off.
FREDDY
The German Shepherd starts
barkin'. He's barkin' at me. I
mean it's obvious. He's barkin' at
me.
FREDDY
Every nerve ending, all of my
senses, the blood in my veins,
everything I has was screaming,
"Take off, man, just take off, get
the fuck outta there!" Panic hit
me like a bucket of water. First
there was the shock of it--BAM,
right in the face! Then I'm just
standin there drenched in panic.
And all those sheriffs are lookin
at me and they know. They can
smell it. As sure as that fuckin
dog can, they can smell it on me.
Back to the same freeze frame shot of Freddy standing in front of the sheriffs. It suddenly jerks to life, and moves to speed. The dog is barking. Freddy moves to his right, out of frame. We stay on the sheriffs. One sheriff yells at the dog.
SHERIFF #1
Shut up!
The dog quiets down. Sheriff #2 continues with his story. A couple of the sheriffs look over at Freddy off screen, but as Sheriff #2 talks, turn their attention to him.
The CAMERA PANS away from the sheriffs to Freddy, up against the urinal.
Freddy finishes, and walks past the sheriffs over to the sink. A sheriff is sitting on a sink. He looks down and watches Freddy wash his hands.
Freddy finishes washing his hands. He goes to dry them, but there's only those hand drying machines. Freddy turns on the drying machine. He can't hear anything the sheriffs say now.
{Eddie, Larry and Joe laugh}
JOE
You know how to handle that situation. Just
shit your pants and dive in a swim.
***
Part 2~ http://www.livejournal.com/users/leah1878/22157.html
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Date: 2005-08-16 09:51 pm (UTC)I love this film, and have been convinced since day 1 that the White/Orange tale is based on love. Apart from all the bits you've pointed out here, the touching and the support etc, there's the infamous stand off, and White choosing Orange over people he has known for years, Standing up with infinite faith in Orange to the extent he's prepared to take a bullet for him - and as for the final scene, you have White crawling to end the 'seige' with Orange, and the pair of them seeming to be trying to crawl inside each other - then Orange's confession. - White has already said they are facing jail time, so Orange knows that here was no danger, to me it has always been that he confessed because he would rather tell white himself rather than have him realise the betrayal..
I love this film...