非常嫌疑犯 The Usual Suspects (1995)【完整台词】

How you doin', Keaton?

I can't feel my legs,

Keyser.

Ready?

What time is it?

It all started back

in New York six weeks ago.

A truck loaded with stripped gun parts

got jacked outside of Queens.

The driver saw nobody, but

somebody fucked up. He heard a voice.

Sometimes that's all you need.

Mr McManus?

Christ, don't you fuckin' guys ever sleep?

- We have a warrant for your arrest.

- Fuck you, pig.

Todd Hockney?

- Who wants to know?

- New York Police Department.

Shit. Freeze!

Hold it!

Sure you brought enough guys?

It's quite simple.

A restaurant that changes with the taste

without losing the overall aesthetic.

In other words, the atmosphere

will not be painted on the walls.

- Where will it be?

- Let me give you an example.

This I had to see for myself.

David.

- I'm in a meeting.

- Time for another one.

Everyone, this is David Kujan.

Special Agent Kujan, US Customs.

These gentlemen are from

the New York Police Department.

You look good, Keaton.

Better than I would have thought.

Il y a un problme?

A small matter of a stolen truck

loaded with guns.

- Mr Keaton?

- Will you excuse us for a moment?

We have some questions

to ask you downtown.

- Peut-tre nous vous laisserions...

- No, no, no, please. Please sit down.

This is a small problem.

- Enjoy the meal. I'll talk to you later.

- OK.

- Qu'est-ce qui s'est pass I?

- Non, c'est pas du tout un problme.

- C'est la police, n'est-ce pas?

- a a I'air.

a va.

Unique.

Oui!

It didn't make sense that I'd be there.

I mean, these guys

were hard-core hijackers.

But there I was.

At that point I wasn't scared.

I knew I hadn't done anything

they could do me for.

Besides, it was fun.

I got to make like I was notorious.

You know the drill.

When your number is called, step forward

and repeat the phrase you've been given.

Number one, step forward.

Hand me the keys,

you fucking cocksucker.

Number two, step forward.

Give me the fucking keys,

you fucking cocksucker, motherfucker...

Knock it off! Get back!

Number three, step forward.

- Hand me the keys.

- In English, please.

- Excuse me?

- In English!

Hand me the fucking keys,

you cocksucker. What the fuck?

Number four, step forward.

It was bullshit.

The whole rap was a setup.

Hand me the keys,

you fucking cocksucker.

It was all the cops' fault. You don't

put guys like that into a room together.

Who knows what can happen?

Hand me the keys,

you fucking cocksucker.

This has really gotta be

embarrassing for you guys.

They drilled us all night. Somebody was

pissed about that truck getting hijacked.

They were hoping somebody

would give them something to go on.

They knew we wouldn't fight it

because they knew how to lean on us.

Our rights went out the window.

It was a violation. Disgraceful.

They went after McManus first -

a top-notch entry man.

- What truck?

- The truck with the guns, fucko.

Fucko?

He was a good guy. Crazy though.

Wanna know what Fenster told us?

- Say who?

- McManus! He told us another story.

Oh, is that the one about

the hooker with dysentery?

Fenster always worked with McManus.

He was a tight-ass,

but when it came to the job

he was right-on - a smart man.

- What are you saying?

- I said he'll flip you.

- He'll what?

- Flip you. Flip you for real.

- Yeah, I'm shakin'. Come on.

- OK.

- Answer my question.

- Can you hear me in the back?

Hello?

I want my lawyer. I'm gonna have

your fuckin' badge, cocksucker.

Todd Hockney. Good with explosives.

Without a doubt, the one guy

who didn't give a fuck about anybody.

You don't have a fucking leg to stand on.

You think so? I could put you in Queens

on the night of the hijacking.

Really?

I live in Queens. Did you put

that together yourself, Einstein?

Got a team of monkeys workin' on this?

You know what happens

if you do another turn in the joint?

Fuck your father in the shower, then

have a snack. You gonna charge me?

When I'm ready.

- With what?

- You know damn well, dead man.

But Keaton was the real prize for them,

for obvious reasons.

It was your mistake, not mine.

Did you ever stop to ask me?

I mean, I've been walking around

with the same face, the same name.

- I'm a business man.

- What's that, the restaurant business?

From now on you're in

the getting-fucked-by-us business.

I'm gonna make you famous, cocksucker.

Like I said, it was your mistake. Not mine.

Now, you charge me

with this shit and I'll beat it.

OK?

Let's get back to the truck, asshole.

I really, really think somebody

should do something about this shit.

So I did a little time. Does that mean I get

railed every time a truck finds its way...

Fuck 'em!

Fenster, will you relax? These guys

don't have any probable cause.

You're fucking-A right.

No PC. No goddamn right.

You do some time, never let you go.

They treat me like a criminal.

- I'll end up a criminal.

- You are a criminal!

Now, what you gotta go and do that?

- I'm tryin' to make a point.

- Why don't you make your point?

You're makin' me tired all over.