13号储物柜 Locker 13 (2014)【完整台词】

There's--

There's not really paddling,
is there?

My boy, the only paddling
you'll find here

is the paddling of the
canoe of success

down the river of free
enterprise and fellowship,

and the Lodge is the
rudder on that canoe.

No rudders on a canoe, Fred.

What? A canoe's got no rudder.

Well, it's certainly got a
steering device of some sort,

to stay the course of industry?

LINUS: Oars, Fred.
Canoe has oars.

Have you been shown
around the Lodge?

No, nope.

Please. Okay.

FRED: This is our
dressing room,

where each member is
assigned a locker

where he keeps his
sacred implements--

his robe, minor scepter,
fez block and such.

These items are never to
leave the premises

under any circumstances.

Never.

Unless they get dirty.

Well, yes,

then they can be taken
home and laundered,

but otherwise...

Hmm.

Well, well, who gets
the fancy locker?

[ chuckles ]

Eugene?

Can I call you Gene?

Gene, we don't talk about this
particular sacrarium.

It has its purpose, and we
don't talk about it,

so let's not talk about
it any further.

It has its purpose, and
that's as it should be.

Understood?

Hey, guys, I apologize.

Oh, no, no.

Your ignorance is refreshing,
for now.

[ men chanting ]

What's all the hubbub?

[ men cheering ]

I know you fellas don't want
to miss the show,

and by show, I mean va-va-voom!

[ laughing ]

Never mind Grover.

He's the Lodge wag,

a more unrepentant wearer

of the motley you'll
not soon find.

Nor should you.

Well said.

Hello, boys!

[ hoots and cheers ]

Hey.

LOLA: My goodness, is anyone
else hot in here,

or is it just me?

MEN: Whoa!

[ mouthing words ]

Say, boys, I feel like singin'.

Does anybody mind?

[ applause ]

[ whistles ]

What happened to your hand,
buddy?

Excuse me, Miss, uh,
where's Trixie?

Oh, well, that.

Trixie came down with a bad
case of the thrumps

and a touch of milk leg.

It was sort of a
last-minute thing.

But I'm Lola.

You mean, she's not coming?

Well, what's your worry, boys?

I mean, won't I do in a pinch?

[ laughing and shouting ]

[ baby fussing ]

MAN: What's that noise?

[ fussing ]

I couldn't get a sitter,
so sue me.

Criminy, we've never had a
hooker bring in a
baby here before.

Hey, who are you
callin' a hooker?

I ain't a hooker.

I'm an entertainer.

I sing, I dance, I'm
very musical,

but I ain't no hooker.

I'm what you would call a
well-rounded entertainer.

Well-rounded?
You're telling me!

[ all laughing ]

I got a song to do.

[ men clapping along ]

* The Queen's daughter
shook with fright *

* Don't know what to do on
my wedding night *

* The Queen told her,
"Be polite *

* Just close your eyes and
think of England" *

She's a real firecracker, eh,
Eugene?

Oh, and she brought her
baby along. Wild.

Well, everybody's got a
gimmick these days.

Guy at the door gave me this,
Fred.

Said it was important.

[ Lola continues singing ]

Oh, no. Oh, my God.

Good Lord, why tonight?

Oh, my God, he's here.

What? What?

* The glad rags and the
giggle water *

* Can transform a
farmer's daughter *

* From a cold fish into
somethin' hot *

* Still, I close my eyes and
think of England *

[ ominous music ]

[ Lola playing trombone ]

Whoa. Why so jumpy, Lumpy?

I think there's some trouble,
Clifford.

We got a corn-fed
calamity brewing, boys.

This is huge.

For what's about to transpire,
I truly apologize.

Clifford, go tell the men it's
full garb tonight.

Scepters and robes.

We've got a visitor

from National.

Who--Who's here?

MacClemore, the entertainment
has to stop immediately.

Go tell Lola, the
musical whore,

to get in the cake
and remain there

and not make a sound.

Me? Chop chop.

[ all laughing ]

LOLA: What gives?

Excuse me.

They want you back in the cake.

What? I don't know.

What gives?

But I didn't get to my
big finish yet.

How do you think I feel?

Where'd you learn how to
play the trombone?

Gentlemen, I'm
pleased to announce

that we have a special
guest with us

to enjoy this reverent night

of celebration, commitment,
and obedience.

He's making his
first appearance

in the state in over 10 years,

and he's agreed to officiate
the ceremony tonight.

Floyd Marley, for the last 30
years, has overseen...

[ gunshot ]

[ men gasping ]

No more stalling, Manfred.

Why are these men not robed?

Why are they not wearing their
sacred implements?

Is there not to be an
initiation tonight?

FRED: Yes, Floyd--

uh, Mr. Marley, there is.

This is the newest member of
the order, Eugene MacClemore.

Not a member yet.

Scheduled for 7 p.m.,
is that correct?

Yes, sir, 7 p.m. Yes.

FLOYD: That is eight
minutes from now.

All the windows and
all the doors

will be shackled, per
the charter,

and all the men will be
prepared and obedient.

Now go!

Go! Go, go, go, go, go!

Gentlemen, we begin.

I had no notion of how
far this chapter

has slipped in the
last few years,

so it is imperative that
we start anew,

that we re-establish this Lodge

with a sacrifice--

the blood of the innocent.

Gavin, see what you can do
about the telephone.

I think we need to be
incommunicado.

Mr. MacClemore, tonight
you will lead

the cleansing of this Lodge...

[ Gavin chopping at phone ]

with its lethargy and
something else.

[ gunshot, phone clanks ]

FLOYD: Mr. MacClemore, you have
the enviable responsibility

of cleansing this Lodge, sir,

of its misdeeds and
its lethargy.

Sir, what exactly
does that entail?

Silence! Silence.

The more you speak, [ gasps ]

[ Grover groans ] the more
corrupted your blood becomes.

And only the blood that is
least corrupted

will adequately
cleanse this Lodge.