13号储物柜 Locker 13 (2014)【完整台词】

Rachel, you're mad.

Psycho wannabe.

Ah! The real psychos

are the ones who
hire the hit men

to kill their boyfriends

or their husband.

Why'd you hire me to
kill your husband?

I didn't. I loved him.

Oh, time-out.

That is like the perfect
title of a movie.

No, wait, I got one better.

s How about this? I
Love Him to Death.

I loved him!

He was a bastard, but he
was my husband.

Here's an argument--

you love him because
he's your husband,

or do you love him because he
refused to give you a divorce?

You're right.

He refused me a lot of things--

children, a career.

He refused to hide his whores.

He refused to put my name
on his accounts,

on his retirement, on his
life insurance.

He refused me a lot of things.

I wasn't a happy woman,

but I didn't want to
have him killed.

Unhappiness is a
pretty good reason.

Speaking of unhappy, what
about you, Rachel?

Huh?

Come on.

All the broken promises,
the lonely nights,

the pictures of you naked that
he put on the internet?

Tell me, how does it feel to be
a piece of candy nobody
wants to eat?

[ screaming ]

[ groans ]

[ gasping ]

Ay, Rachel. Ay Dios.

You're just mad.

How about you, Marcia?

Did you hire me?

I wouldn't even know how to
contact someone like you.

ARMANDO: Marcia.

Once again, Harvey's
secretary is lying.

No, I'm not lying.

I don't even have any money.

But you did, quite a lot of it,

every single week deposited
automatically into
your account.

He stopped, okay?

He stopped. One day, he
just stopped.

Oh, and why did he stop, liar?

We were--We were going
to have a baby.

That's why he stopped.

He didn't want it.

Okay. No motive here.

Very nice.

[ chair clattering ]

Very nice!

What? You think I was
born yesterday?

You all had motive, yet
none of you did it!

You know, I'll tell
you something.

I find it hard to believe.

'Cause after all the
people Harvey knew,

you were the three people that
he scorned the most.

What's really hard to believe

is how you know so
much about us,

yet you don't know
who hired you.

The reason, Rachel, is because
the person who contacted me...

[ finger cracks ]

disguised their
voice with this.

You know, it worked so well,
[ moaning ]

[ distorted ] I had to
get one myself!

You need a confession
from one of us.

You were sloppy or something,

and you need an alibi.

You accuse me of trying to
seek a confession,

but the truth of the matter is,

I'm looking for a real ending!

[ moans ]

You know, in the first
chapter of my memoirs...

there is a part I call
"the cleaning."

It is the process of the
before and after

I take an assignment.

Now, when I was cleaning
Harvey, I found this key.

You see?

And this key belongs to
Harvey's locker,

which is right behind me.

Its contents? Very valuable.

No importance to me.

But I guarantee you,

it's got great value
to one of you.

So you have to, in
your own words,

tell me why you
wanted Harvey dead.

The most convincing...

[ kiss ]

gets the key,

and the least convincing...

let's just say, it's
the last chapter.

Record.

MARCIA: I did it.

He was a bastard.

I never loved him.

Those pictures? He tricked me.

He said that they were for a
screen test or something,

and when I found out he put
them on the internet,

I called you.

I was never pregnant.

I just said that to
try to keep him.

I just wanted his money.

Unconvincing. No!

[ Rachel screams ]

Who's next?

PATRICIA: I was a prisoner.

Don't believe her!

She had it so good.

He wanted his wedding ring.

If I couldn't have him to
myself, nobody could.

No, no. He just did that

to keep his playthings from
getting too close.

He made me do things with him
and other women on camera.

PATRICIA: He would have never
asked me to do those things.

Do you know how many times I
sat in my apartment

with a $200 dress and
a new haircut

only to stare at the
clock all night?

I had 20 clocks in my house,

9 televisions, 45 paintings,

and I could tell you how many
hangers were in my closet.

Oh, sure. A luxurious mansion,

servants, an endless
bank account.

You must have been so lonely.

At least she wasn't constantly
built up and promised things,

only to be crushed. You make it
seem like I had a life.

I was good for him, and he knew
it... That is so funny.

but he always just used me
like toilet paper

and went home to her!

I wasn't a trophy. I
was an accessory.

[ laughing ]

Do you wish that you
had my life?

[ laughing ]

So that you could never talk

to your family or your friends?

Oh, boo-hoo. He
gave me nothing!

He strung me along and
humiliated me.

It had to end.

And he beat me!

[ laughing ]

That's a lie.

That is so not his style.

I just wish one time he
would have beaten me.

That way, I could have grabbed
the nearest candlestick

or vase or plate and
smashed his brains in.

But he controlled me the best
way he knew how--

by dangling a lick of freedom
in front of my face every day.

Every day.

[ crying ]

No!

No.

RACHEL: No!

Go.

No!

I deserve this.

I deserve this!

I deserve this!

Aah!

HARVEY: Hello, sweetheart.

[ gunshot ]

[ gasping ]

I never suspected it
would be you.

You bitch.

What? Ah, no,

it's just that I'm so
dissatisfied, a little,
you know?

Because don't you think
it's so cliché,

the scorned wife?

What are you saying?

I'm saying it's just that,
you know,

maybe it's, like,
kind of obvious.

You got what you wanted.

We had an agreement.

You got the killer
ending to your book,

and I'll publish it.

So, what? What else
do you want?