三块广告牌 Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017)【完整台词】
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You Red Welby?
Yes, ma'am.
How may I help you?
I hear those three billboards
out on Drinkwater Road,
you're in charge of renting 'em out,
that right?
I didn't know we had any billboards
out on Drinkwater Roa...
- where is Drinkwater Road?
- It's the road out past Sizemore turn-off.
Nobody uses it
since the freeway got put in.
You're right.
We got three billboards
out there.
Nobody's put nothing up
out there since 1986.
That was Huggies.
How much to rent all three
of them out for the year?
A year?
You wanna pay for three billboards
on a road that no one goes down
unless they got lost
or they're retards...
- for a year?
- Quick, ain't you, Welby?
Well...
since what I say goes these days
down at the Ebbing Advertising Desk,
I'm gonna strike you
a real good deal on those billboards.
Now, what was it your name was, Missus...
What's the law on what you can
and cannot say on a billboard?
I assume you can't say nothing defamatory,
and you can't say "fuck,"
"piss," or "cunt." That right?
Uh...
Or...
"anus."
Well, I think I'll be all right then.
Here's 5,000 for the first month.
I assume that'll cover it.
And here's what the billboards are to say.
Why don't you write up a contract
betwixt us while you're at it,
make sure nobody rents them
billboards out from under me.
I guess you're
Angela Hayes's mother.
That's right.
I'm Angela Hayes's mother.
Name's Mildred.
How long before you get 'em put up?
Shall we say by...
Easter Sunday?
That'd be perfect.
- Hey, what the hell is this?
- Que?
"How come,
Chief Willoughby" what?
- What?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
- "How come" what?
- What, what?
- What?
Listen, you fucking beaner,
I'd better start getting
some straight answers outta you.
Put that down.
What the hell is this?
Hey, you.
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is what?
This! This.
- Advertising, I guess.
- Advertising what?
Something obscure?
I'll say. Yeah.
Don't I know your face
from some place?
- I don't know, do you?
- Yeah. Yeah, I do.
I could arrest you right now
if I wanted to.
- For what?
- For emptying your bucket there.
That's... that's against the...
being bad against the environment laws.
Well, before you do that,
Officer Dixon...
how about you go have yourself a look
at that first billboard over there?
And then we can have ourself
a conversation
about the motherfucking environment.
How about that?
Fuck me.
Don't, William.
Dixon, you goddamn asshole.
I'm in the middle
of my goddamn Easter dinner.
Sorry, kids.
I know, Chief,
and I'm sorry for calling you
at home and all, but...
I think we got kind of a problem.
Hey.
Sorry I'm late, Denise.
Did you put up those billboards
to fuck with the cops yet?
They're up.
You go, girl.
You go fuck those cops up.
What the fuck
do you think you're doing, Welby,
a bunch of billboards like that?
You didn't think there'd be
some kind of ramifications, legally?
What's the legal ramifications, Cedric?
You want me to explain
legal ramifications,
little punk like you?
And don't call me Cedric!
Ain't contravening no laws on propriety.
Ain't contravening no laws
on any fucking thing.
I checked all this out.
And where'd you check all this out?
In a...
- a book.
- Which book, genius?
Book called Suck My Ass,
It's None Of Your Business.
Fuck.
How long has this person, or persons,
rented these
billboards out for?
Oh... the year.
How long has she actually paid for?
The year.
So it's a "she," is it?
I ain't at liberty to divulge
that kind of information, Chief.
Mildred Hayes, perhaps?
Ain't at liberty to divulge
that kind of information, Chief.
Do you really wanna fuck
with the Ebbing Police Department, Red?
Do you?
I guess.
He said what? To your face?
No crime has been committed here.
Oh, come on.
Defamation of character ain't a crime?
It isn't defamation
if she's simply asking a question.
What are you, an idiot?
Don't call me an idiot, Dixon!
I didn't call you an idiot.
I asked if you was an idiot.
That was a question.
- He got you there, Cedric.
- That's it? Come on, man!
Hey! Don't go flying off the handle.
Why in the hell you keep that man on?
He's a good man at heart.
He tortured a guy in custody, Bill.
There was no...
real evidence to support that.
Take 'em down.
- Huh?
- Take that shit down.
Take what shit down?
Hey, boy. You think I wouldn't take
you out right here on Main Street, Red?
I thought you only took out
black dudes, Dixon.
No! No! Stop it.
You ever fucking touch me,
motherfucker...
You drunk?
- Are you drunk right now?
- Get up.
Nobody ever goes down that road anyways.
Unless they got lost. Or they're retards.
Well, don't be nervous,
is the main thing.
It'll go just fine.
Don't look in the camera, obviously.
Let's hold for this car.
In three, two, one.
So, Mildred Hayes,
why did you put up these billboards?
My daughter, Angela,
was abducted, raped and murdered
seven months ago
along this selfsame stretch of road.
What you watching, Momma?
Stupid news?
It seems to me the local police department
is too busy going around
torturing black folks
to be bothered doing anything
about solving actual crime.
I thought these billboards
might concentrate their minds some.
Fuck.
I don't know what the
police are doing, to be honest with you.
I do know that my daughter's burnt body
is lying six feet underground.
All they're doing is eating Krispy Kremes
and busting eight-year-olds
for skating around parking lots.
And Chief Willoughby,
why single him out?
He's the head of them, ain't he?
The buck's gotta stop somewhere.
And the buck stops at Willoughby?
Yeah, the buck stops at Willoughby.
Dead right it does.
You all right there, fella?
Looks like we got a war on our hands.
Can we talk?
I'd do anything to catch the guy
who did it, Mrs. Hayes.
But when the DNA don't match
no one who's ever been arrested,
and when the DNA don't match
any other crime nationwide,
and when there wasn't a single eyewitness
from the time she'd left your house
to the time we found her, well...
right now there ain't
too much more we can do.
Could pull blood
from every man and boy in this town
over the age of eight.
There's civil rights laws
prevents that, Mrs. Hayes.
And what if he was
just passing through town?
Pull blood from every man
in the country, then.
Then what if he was just passing
through the country?
If it was me,
I'd start up a database.
Every male baby what's born,
stick them on it,
and as soon as he done something wrong,
cross-reference it,
make 100% certain it was
a correct match,
then kill him.
Yes, ma'am.
How may I help you?
I hear those three billboards
out on Drinkwater Road,
you're in charge of renting 'em out,
that right?
I didn't know we had any billboards
out on Drinkwater Roa...
- where is Drinkwater Road?
- It's the road out past Sizemore turn-off.
Nobody uses it
since the freeway got put in.
You're right.
We got three billboards
out there.
Nobody's put nothing up
out there since 1986.
That was Huggies.
How much to rent all three
of them out for the year?
A year?
You wanna pay for three billboards
on a road that no one goes down
unless they got lost
or they're retards...
- for a year?
- Quick, ain't you, Welby?
Well...
since what I say goes these days
down at the Ebbing Advertising Desk,
I'm gonna strike you
a real good deal on those billboards.
Now, what was it your name was, Missus...
What's the law on what you can
and cannot say on a billboard?
I assume you can't say nothing defamatory,
and you can't say "fuck,"
"piss," or "cunt." That right?
Uh...
Or...
"anus."
Well, I think I'll be all right then.
Here's 5,000 for the first month.
I assume that'll cover it.
And here's what the billboards are to say.
Why don't you write up a contract
betwixt us while you're at it,
make sure nobody rents them
billboards out from under me.
I guess you're
Angela Hayes's mother.
That's right.
I'm Angela Hayes's mother.
Name's Mildred.
How long before you get 'em put up?
Shall we say by...
Easter Sunday?
That'd be perfect.
- Hey, what the hell is this?
- Que?
"How come,
Chief Willoughby" what?
- What?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
- "How come" what?
- What, what?
- What?
Listen, you fucking beaner,
I'd better start getting
some straight answers outta you.
Put that down.
What the hell is this?
Hey, you.
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is what?
This! This.
- Advertising, I guess.
- Advertising what?
Something obscure?
I'll say. Yeah.
Don't I know your face
from some place?
- I don't know, do you?
- Yeah. Yeah, I do.
I could arrest you right now
if I wanted to.
- For what?
- For emptying your bucket there.
That's... that's against the...
being bad against the environment laws.
Well, before you do that,
Officer Dixon...
how about you go have yourself a look
at that first billboard over there?
And then we can have ourself
a conversation
about the motherfucking environment.
How about that?
Fuck me.
Don't, William.
Dixon, you goddamn asshole.
I'm in the middle
of my goddamn Easter dinner.
Sorry, kids.
I know, Chief,
and I'm sorry for calling you
at home and all, but...
I think we got kind of a problem.
Hey.
Sorry I'm late, Denise.
Did you put up those billboards
to fuck with the cops yet?
They're up.
You go, girl.
You go fuck those cops up.
What the fuck
do you think you're doing, Welby,
a bunch of billboards like that?
You didn't think there'd be
some kind of ramifications, legally?
What's the legal ramifications, Cedric?
You want me to explain
legal ramifications,
little punk like you?
And don't call me Cedric!
Ain't contravening no laws on propriety.
Ain't contravening no laws
on any fucking thing.
I checked all this out.
And where'd you check all this out?
In a...
- a book.
- Which book, genius?
Book called Suck My Ass,
It's None Of Your Business.
Fuck.
How long has this person, or persons,
rented these
billboards out for?
Oh... the year.
How long has she actually paid for?
The year.
So it's a "she," is it?
I ain't at liberty to divulge
that kind of information, Chief.
Mildred Hayes, perhaps?
Ain't at liberty to divulge
that kind of information, Chief.
Do you really wanna fuck
with the Ebbing Police Department, Red?
Do you?
I guess.
He said what? To your face?
No crime has been committed here.
Oh, come on.
Defamation of character ain't a crime?
It isn't defamation
if she's simply asking a question.
What are you, an idiot?
Don't call me an idiot, Dixon!
I didn't call you an idiot.
I asked if you was an idiot.
That was a question.
- He got you there, Cedric.
- That's it? Come on, man!
Hey! Don't go flying off the handle.
Why in the hell you keep that man on?
He's a good man at heart.
He tortured a guy in custody, Bill.
There was no...
real evidence to support that.
Take 'em down.
- Huh?
- Take that shit down.
Take what shit down?
Hey, boy. You think I wouldn't take
you out right here on Main Street, Red?
I thought you only took out
black dudes, Dixon.
No! No! Stop it.
You ever fucking touch me,
motherfucker...
You drunk?
- Are you drunk right now?
- Get up.
Nobody ever goes down that road anyways.
Unless they got lost. Or they're retards.
Well, don't be nervous,
is the main thing.
It'll go just fine.
Don't look in the camera, obviously.
Let's hold for this car.
In three, two, one.
So, Mildred Hayes,
why did you put up these billboards?
My daughter, Angela,
was abducted, raped and murdered
seven months ago
along this selfsame stretch of road.
What you watching, Momma?
Stupid news?
It seems to me the local police department
is too busy going around
torturing black folks
to be bothered doing anything
about solving actual crime.
I thought these billboards
might concentrate their minds some.
Fuck.
I don't know what the
police are doing, to be honest with you.
I do know that my daughter's burnt body
is lying six feet underground.
All they're doing is eating Krispy Kremes
and busting eight-year-olds
for skating around parking lots.
And Chief Willoughby,
why single him out?
He's the head of them, ain't he?
The buck's gotta stop somewhere.
And the buck stops at Willoughby?
Yeah, the buck stops at Willoughby.
Dead right it does.
You all right there, fella?
Looks like we got a war on our hands.
Can we talk?
I'd do anything to catch the guy
who did it, Mrs. Hayes.
But when the DNA don't match
no one who's ever been arrested,
and when the DNA don't match
any other crime nationwide,
and when there wasn't a single eyewitness
from the time she'd left your house
to the time we found her, well...
right now there ain't
too much more we can do.
Could pull blood
from every man and boy in this town
over the age of eight.
There's civil rights laws
prevents that, Mrs. Hayes.
And what if he was
just passing through town?
Pull blood from every man
in the country, then.
Then what if he was just passing
through the country?
If it was me,
I'd start up a database.
Every male baby what's born,
stick them on it,
and as soon as he done something wrong,
cross-reference it,
make 100% certain it was
a correct match,
then kill him.
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