MGM+ original film The Usual Suspects was released August 16th, 1995.
#TheUsualSuspects made $23.3M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 87%
metacritic: 76
imdb: 8.5
oscars: 2 wins
golden globes: 1 nomination
SAG awards: 1 nomination
Dean Keaton
Dean Keaton gets picked up for an armed robbery charge in Queens, New York.
“I can’t feel my legs Keyser. What time is it?” — Dean Keaton
“It’s quite simple, really. A restaurant that changes with the taste without losing the overall aesthetic. In other words, the atmosphere will not be painted on the walls. Well, let me give you an example. David. I’m in a meeting. Everyone, this is David Kujan. Will you excuse us for a moment? No, no, no. Please, please, please. Sit down. This is, uh… this is a small problem. Enjoy the meal. I’ll talk to you later. ‘Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.'” — Dean Keaton
“With what? It was your mistake, not mine. Did you ever stop to ask me? Hmm? I mean, I’ve been walking around with the same face, the same… the– the same name. I’m a businessman. Like I said, it was your mistake, not mine. Now, you charge me with this shit and I’ll beat it. Okay? Let’s get back tot he truck, asshole.” — Dean Keaton
“Well, why don’t you make your point? You’re making me tired all over. Oh, yeah? Well, you heard right. Hey, Fenster, do your friend a favor. Tell him to keep quiet. This whole thing was a shakedown. How many times you been in a lineup? It’s always you and four dummies. The PD are paying homeless guys 10 bucks a head, half the time. And there’s no way they’d line five felons in the same row. No way. And what’s a voice lineup? A public defender could get you out of that one. It was the feds. A truckload of guns gets snagged, Customs comes down on top of NYPD looking for answers. They come up with us. They’re clutching at straws. I don’t want to know. He’s okay. His name is Verbal. Verbal Kint. Yeah. We met before, once or twice. You were in a lineup then, too. What happened? Why don’t you just calm down? Why don’t you just shut up? No. You’re missing the point. I don’t want to hear anything from you. I don’t care about your job. And, uh… I want nothing to do with any of you. I beg your pardon, but you can all go to hell.” — Dean Keaton
“Forget about it. Look, I don’t want to talk about it, Edie, okay? So, what did Fortier and Renault say? Damn it. More time for what, Edie? No matter how you cover my tracks, they’re still– they’re still gonna find out about me. It’s never going to stop, period. By next week, every investor in the city is gonna be walking away from us. It’s finished. I’m finished. It’s never gonna stop. They ruined me in there tonight. What? All right. Yeah.” — Dean Keaton
“Bullshit. Bullshit. They don’t operate anymore. A fence? Who? I never heard of him. What’s it to you whether I do it or not? Sorry. You okay? You’re sure you’re okay? Look, I, uh… I sometimes get… so, uh… how do they wanna do it? Fenster? Hockney? Three million? No killing. Hey! The job’s over. Cool it. LA’s a good place to lie low for a while. I said we’ll make it. We’re on vacation. Hey. A friend of mine in New York tells me that you knew Spook Hollis. Yeah. I shivved him. Better you hear it from me now than from somebody else later. Bit of both. One job. That was the deal.” — Dean Keaton
Verbal Kint
Best Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 1996
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture
1 nomination: 1996
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role
1 nomination: 1996
“It all started back in New York six weeks ago. A truck loaded with stripped gun parts got jacked outside of Queens. The driver didn’t see anybody, but somebody fucked up. He heard a voice. Sometimes that’s all you need. 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. It was bullshit. The whole rap was a setup. It was the cops’ fault. You don’t put guys like that in a room together. Who knows what can happen? ‘Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.’ They drilled us all night. Somebody was pissed about that truck getting hijacked and the cops had nothing. They were hoping somebody would slip up and give them something to go on. They knew we wouldn’t fight it because they knew how to lean on us. They’ve been doing it forever. I mean, our rights went right out the window. It was a violation. I mean, disgraceful. They went after McManus first. Top-notch entry man. He was a good guy. Crazy, though.”
“Fenster always worked with McManus. He was a real tight-ass, but when it came to the job, he was right on. A smart man. Todd Hockney, good with explosives. Without a doubt, the one guy who didn’t give a fuck about anybody. But Keaton? Keaton was the real prize for them, for obvious reasons. Roger, really. People say I talk too much. In County. I was in for fraud. I walked. 90 days, suspended. I’m interested, sure.”
“And that was how it started. The five of us being brought in on a trumped-up charge to be leaned on by half-wits. What the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men would never break, never lie down, never bend over for anybody. Anybody.”
“Nice to meet you. What about? Can I get some coffee? I’m really thirsty. I used to dehydrate as a kid. One time, it got so bad my piss came out like snot. I’m not kidding. It was all thick and gooey… that guy is tense. Tension is a killer. I used to be in a barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois. The baritone was this guy named Kip Diskin, big fat guy. I mean, like, orca fat. He was so stressed in the morning, you know. Sure. And I appreciate that. And I wanna help you, Agent Kujan. I like cops. I would’ve liked to have been a fed myself, but my CP always… I told the DA everything I know. I know he was good. Sure, 15 years ago, but he was a good thief. Anyway, the cops wouldn’t let him go legit. Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Agent Kujan? It’s all there. May I have a cigarette? I need a light. That’s been suppressed. Anything in there is inadmissible. Well, I do have the weapons charge. I’m looking at six whole months’ hard time. You know a religious guy named John Paul? He didn’t have my lawyer. There’s nothing in there about Ruby. No. I’m not a rat.”
“Ah. Back when I was picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make fresh coffee. Right off the trees, I mean. That was good. This is shit, but, hey, I’m in a police station. Fenster and McManus had a cagey position, a fast-jump, high-risk, long money. We all knew it could be done. The way I figured, to do it wrong meant killing. To do it right took five men. Five men meant Keaton. Keaton took convincing.”
“New York’s finest taxi service. McManus has a friend in the 14th precinct. They’re coming out for one job, Thursday. They’re picking up a guy smuggling emeralds out of South America. McManus already has a fence set to take the stuff. Some guy in California, his name is Redfoot. You have to come. They don’t… they don’t know me. You do. They won’t take me unless you go. Look at me. I need this. Oh, you’re telling me you don’t need this. Is this your place? Look, I’m not knocking you. You look like you got a good little scam going with this lawyer. Oh! It’s okay. It’s okay. You say it’s the real thing? That’s cool. I was out of line. But they’re never gonna stop with us, you know that. As clean as you could ever get, they’ll never let you go now. This way, we hit the cops where it hurts and we get well in the meantime. I’ll be all right. Forget it. I’ll probably shit blood tonight. McManus wants to go in shooting, I say no. They’re pretty pissed off. They’ll do anything. Now, I got a way to do it without killing anyone. But like I say, they won’t let me in without you. Maybe more. Not if we do it my way.”
“New York’s finest taxi service was not your normal taxi service. It was a ring of corrupt cops in the NYPD that ran a high-profit racket, driving smugglers and drug dealers all over the city. For a few hundred dollars a mile, you got your own blue and white, and a police escort. They even had their own business cards. After a while, somebody started asking questions and the taxi service shut down. Ever since then, Internal Affairs have been waiting to catch them in the act. And that’s where we came in. McManus came to us with the job, Fenster got the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware, I came through with how to do it so no one got killed. But Keaton? Keaton put on the finishing touch. A little fuck you from the five of us to the NYPD. Go, go, go!”
“Keaton made an anonymous phone call. The press was on the scene before the police were. Strausz and Rizzi were indicted three days later. Within a few weeks, 50 more cops went down with them. Everybody got it right in the ass, from the chief on down. It was beautiful. In California? Ladies. We’re gonna miss the flight. Don’t do this. Send her a note, something. We’re gonna miss the plane. She’ll understand.”
“You guys wanted to know what happened after the lineup, I’m telling you. He loved her. It was all Fenster and McManus. But Edie had him all turned around. You got him all wrong. I don’t know about that. He wasn’t behind anything, it was the lawyer. You know, back when I was in that barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois… the DA gave me immunity. There was a lawyer. Kobayashi. No. But I’m sure Keaton is dead.”
“We arrived in Los Angeles and met McManus’ fence, Redfoot. He had a good reputation. Seemed like a good guy. Still, we should have known better. Keaton fought it as best he could, but a man can’t change what he is. He can convince anyone he’s someone else, but never himself. It took one day with McManus nagging and we went back to work.”
Agent Kujan
“This I had to see for myself. Time for another one. Special Agent Kujan, US Customs. These gentlemen are from the New York Police Department. You look good, Keaton. Better than I would have thought. A small matter of a stolen truck with loaded guns. We have some questions to ask you downtown. You’re gonna be a while.”
“I’ll charge you when I’m ready. You know damn well, dead man. This is Dave Kujan. I’ll be in Los Angeles until Tuesday. If you need to reach me, contact Jeff Rabin, of the San Pedro Police Department at extension 112. Have a nice day. Why can’t I see him? Did they charge him with anything? What is that? Well, when does he post bail? Well, I want to see him. Well, I gotta see him, Jeffrey. Listen, you gotta do this for me. I came a long way for this. I quit. This won’t be an interrogation. Just a friendly chat to kill some time. Then someplace else, then. If this was a dope deal, where’s the dope? If it was a hit, who called it in? They know damn well what I think. I don’t think he does, not exactly. But there’s a lot more to his story, believe me. Jeffrey, look, I wanna know why 27 men died on that pier for what looks to be $91 million worth of dope that wasn’t there. And above all, I want to be sure Dean Keaton’s dead. Come on. Two hours. Just till he makes bail.”
“But I’d like to start at the lineup back in New York. In a while. Let’s talk about the lineup. Get me one, too, while you’re at it. Verbal, you know we’re trying to help you. Verbal, you’re not telling us everything. I know you know something. Verbal, I know you like Keaton. I know you think he’s a good man. He was a corrupt cop. Dean Keaton was a piece of shit. I just wanna hear your story. According to your statement… according to your statement, you’re a short-con operator, run-of-the-mill… according to your statement, you’re a short-con operator, run-of-the-mill scams. Oh, I know. Sweet deal you have here. Total immunity. You know a dealer named Ruby Deemer, Verbal? You know Ruby’s in Attica? I know Ruby. He’s big on respect. He’s a very good friend of mine, likes me very much. Now, I know your testimony is sealed. Ruby’s well-connected. He’s got a lot of friends inside, do a lot of favors for him. What do you think he would say if you found out you dropped his name to the DA? I’ll be sure to mention that to him. First thing on the job, you know what I learned? How to spot a murderer. Let’s say you arrest three guys for the same killing. You put them all in jail overnight. The next morning, whoever’s sleeping is your man. You see, if you’re guilty, you know you’re caught. You get some rest. You let your guard down. You follow me? Let me get right to the point. I’m smarter than you and I’m gonna find out what I wanna know and I’m gonna get it from you, whether you like it or not. Thanks.”
“Now, what happened after the lineup? Jeff, you wanna wait outside? Come on, Verbal. Who do you think you’re talking to? You expect me to believe that he retired? For a woman? Bullshit. Keaton was using her. Sure. And I’m supposed to believe that hitting the taxi service wasn’t his idea either. Come on, Keaton was a cop for four years. Who else would know the taxi service better? That job had his name written all over it. Let me tell you something, I know Dean Keaton. I’ve been investigating him for the past three years. The guy I know was a cold-blooded bastard. IAD indicted him on three counts of murder before he was kicked off the force. So don’t sell me the hooker with a heart of gold. Do I? Dean Keaton was under indictment a total of seven times while he was on the force. In every case, witnesses either reversed their testimony to the grand jury or died before they could testify. When they finally did nail him for fraud, he spent five years in Sing Sing. He killed three prisoners inside. Of course, I can’t prove this, but I can’t prove the best part either. Dean Keaton was dead. Did you know that? He died in a fire two years ago during an investigation into the murder of a witness who was going to testify against him. Two people saw Dean Keaton walk into a warehouse he owned just before it blew up. They said he went in to check a leaking gas main. It blew up and took all of Dean Keaton with it. Within three months of the explosion, the two witnesses, they were dead. One killed himself in his car. The other fell down an open elevator shaft.”
“Six weeks ago, I get an anonymous phone call telling me that I can find Keaton eating at Mondino’s with his attorney. And there he is. Now, because he never profited from his alleged death, and because we convicted someone else of the murder we tried to pin on him, we had to let him go. He was dead just long enough for the murder rap to blow over, and then he had lunch. Oh, I think you do. But you say you saw Keaton die. I think you’re covering his ass, and he’s still out there somewhere. I think he’s behind that whole circus at the harbor. My bet is he’s using you because you’re stupid and you think he’s your friend. You tell me he’s dead, so be it. I wanna be sure he’s dead before I go back to New York. What lawyer? What lawyer, Verbal? You don’t think that I know you held out on the DA? What did you leave out of that testimony? I could be on the phone to Ruby Deemer in 10 minutes. Not from me. You get no immunity from me, you piece of shit. Every criminal I have put in prison, every cop that owes me a favor, every creep and scumbag that walks the street for a living will know the name of Verbal Kint. Now, you talk to me or that precious immunity they seem so fit to grant you won’t be worth the paper the contract put out on your life is printed on. Is he the one that killed Keaton? Convince me. And tell me every last detail.”
Todd Hockney
“Who wants to know? Sure you brought enough guys?”
“‘Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.’ I want my lawyer. I’m gonna have your fucking badge, cocksucker. You guys don’t have a fucking leg to stand on. Really? I live in Queens. Did you put that together yourself, Einstein? What, you got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this? Uh… fuck your father in the shower and then have a snack. Are you gonna charge me, dickhead?”
“Fenster, will you relax? These guys don’t have any probable cause. You are a criminal. Word I got is you hung up you spurs, man. What’s that all about? Rumor has it Keaton’s gone straight. I heard he’s tapping Edie Finneran. She’s a heavyweight criminal lawyer from uptown. I hear she’s Keaton’s meal ticket. Is it Friday already? What did you say? Fuck who did it. What I want to know is, who’s the gimp? Says you. How do I know that? What about it, pretzel man? What’s your story? Yeah, I was just going to tell you to shut up. So you did it. What do you care what he has to say?”
“Don’t move, you fucker! Don’t fucking move! You want a buckshot shampoo, chubby? Hurry up! We do now, jerk-off. I owe you $2.50. Dr. Keaton. When’s the fence coming? Wait, wait, wait. Hold the fucking phone. You and Fenster? No, no, no, no. You fucking kidding me? We all go! My fucking problem, man, is that you and Fenster are off honeymooning in California, while the rest of us are sitting here holding our dicks. You wanna dance? What about security?”
Michael McManus
“Christ! Don’t you fuckin’ guys ever sleep? Fuck you, pig.”
“Give me the fuckin’ keys, you fuckin’ cocksucker, motherfucker! This has really got to be embarrassing for you guys, huh? What truck? ‘Fucko?'”
“I heard you were dead. What’s this? Who is that? How about it, Keaton? You a lawyer’s wife? What kind of retainer are you giving her? Dean Keaton. Gone clean, huh? Say it ain’t so. Or was it you that hit that truck? What makes you say that? Who asked you, working man? Verbal? All right, now, look, we’ve all been put out by this whole thing, right? So, I figure we owe it to ourselves to salvage a little dignity. Now, me and Fenster heard about a little job. I’m just talking here and it seems to me like Mr. Hockney wants to hear what I got to say and I know Fenster’s down. What about you, guy? There. See? So now, I’d like to exercise my right to free assembly. You’re missing the point. Dean Keaton… gone the high road. What is the world coming to? Fuck him. Okay, now, I really can’t talk about it much here.”
“Afternoon, my little pork chops. Now give me the shit. Now the money. Give me the money right now, motherfucker! Give me the fucking money! There’s more here than I thought. Redfoot never comes to see me, I always go to see him. Yes, Verbal, in California. Fenster and I… what’s your fucking problem, man? I would like to propose a toast. To Mr. Verbal, the man with the plan.”
“Good. You? Redfoot, Dean Keaton. Todd Hockney and Verbal Kint. We’re always looking for extra work. What’s the job? Give me time to check it out? Good to see you. We’ll call you. All right. Is there a problem? One job? One job? That’s a good one, Keaton.”
Fred Fenster
“‘Hand me the keys, you cocksucker.’ Excuse me? Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker. What the fuck? Say who? Oh, is that the one about the hooker with the, uh, dysentery? I said he’ll hip you. Flip you. Flip you for real. Okay. Can you hear me in the back? Hello?”
“All right, really, really, really, somebody gotta do something about this shit, getting hauled in every five minutes. So I did a little time. Does that mean I get railed every time a-a-a-a truck finds its way off the planet? Fuck ’em. You’re fucking-A right. No PC. Not goddamn right. You do some time, never let you go. You know, they treat me like a criminal, uh, uh… I’ll end up a criminal. Now, why’d you got to go and do that? Trying to make a point. Oh, fuck it, then. Whoops! Mac, Mac, forget him. Did you get to talk to your lawyer? So, why the hell was I strip-searched? I had a guy’s finger up my asshole tonight. Yeah, lover boy. You want a piece? Jump in. I’ll love you. So who in the goddamn piss hell stole that fucking truck? Who stole the fucking truck?”
“Drop it now, motherfucker! Drop the fucking gun! Drop it! Don’t fucking touch a fucking thing. Put your fucking thing away. Don’t fucking move, motherfucker! Oh, oh, oh! Don’t move! Give him the fucking thing! Give him the fucking thing! Give it to me. Give him the money right now! Give me the fucking money! Okay, so, then who’s gonna go? There you go.”
Cops / New York / California
“Mr. McManus? We have a warrant for your arrest. Todd Hockney? New York Police Department. Shit. Freeze! Hold it! Mr. Keaton?”
“All right, you all know the drill. When your number is called, step forward and repeat the phrase you’ve been given. Understand? Number one, step forward. Number two, step forward. Knock it off! Get back! Number three, step forward. In English, please. In English. Number four, step forward. Number five, step forward.”
“The truck with the guns, fucko. You wanna know what your buddy Fenster told us? McManus. He told us another story altogether. What are you saying? He’ll what? Yeah, I’m shaking. Come on. Answer my question. You think so, tough guy? I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking. You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint? Yeah, what’s that? The restaurant business? No. From now on, you’re in the gettin’-fucked-by-us business. I’m gonna make you famous, cocksucker.”
“Who are you? Fifteen, so far. They’re still pulling some bodies out of the water, though. Yeah, there’s two. One guy’s in County hospital, but he’s in a coma. The DA has a second guy. A cripple from New York, I think. Listen, the chief wants this place sealed off. If you have any questions, give him a call. Excuse me, sir.”
“No. He regained consciousness less than an hour ago. He spoke… not English, then he leaped. I don’t know. I don’t know. I think that might’ve been what it was. Here, you gotta put on one of these. Burn victims are very susceptible to infection. And, of course, there’s no smoking. Keep your mask up. Please don’t touch him. He has burns over 60% of his body, a number of his ribs were broken… is he dangerous? Keyser Soze. Keyser Soze! Keyser Soze! Keyser Soze.”
“So, how was the flight? Fuckin’ great. Will this get me to Staten Island? You kidding me? This’ll get you to Cape Cod. All right, watch this, watch this. Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Careful, careful, careful! Come on, asshole! Holy shit! What the fuck do you guys want? We’re cops, you stupid assholes! Watch the glass! Shut up! Oh, fuck! Give him the fucking shit! Give him the fucking shit, man! Hurry up! Come on! There’s no money. There’s no fucking money. Do it! Give him the money! Give him the money! You know the fucking… you know the fuck I am? You people know who the fuck I am? Fuck! Wait a minute. What’s that? Oh, shit. What the fuck was… holy shit!”
“Agent Baer? Agent Baer? This is not what we discussed. There are too many people in this room. I have a noon meeting, Baer. Agent Baer, five minutes. He says they were buying… he doesn’t know what they were buying, but not dope. People. He needs guarantees… he says his life’s in danger. He was the Devil, looked him in the eye. I’m on my way. Keyser Soze. Keyser Soze? Yeah, he was in the harbor, killing many men. He saw Keyser Soze? He saw his face. Okay.”
Redfoot
“How you doing? Not bad. Can’t complain. How’s it going, Fenster? Don’t need to open it, right? You must be Keaton. Verbal, the man with the plan, huh? You guys interested in any more work? Oh, well, that’s too bad. I got a ton of work and I don’t have any good people. Not like you guys. There’s this jeweler out of Texas named Saul. He rents a suite in some downtown hotel. He does free appraisals for people. Sometimes he buys, sometimes he doesn’t. Anyway, the word is, he carries around a lot of cash. So I figure, I keep the merchandise, you keep the green. Simple. Couple of bodyguards, nothing you couldn’t handle. I expect nothing less from you, man. Good to see you, too. Enjoy LA, huh? Get yourself laid. The way I hear it, you did time with old Spook. Good man, wasn’t he? I used to run dope for him. Too bad he got shivved. I appreciate that. Just out of curiosity, was it business or personal? Well, like I said, you give me a call if you’re interested, all right?”
Edie Finneran
“The desk sergeant was actually trying to tell me that he couldn’t release you. I mean, can you believe that? You weren’t even charged. Damn police. You know, I wanna have pictures taken of your face. I’ll take them to the DA’s office first thing in the morning. Absolutely not! I’m gonna have this thing in front of a grand jury by Monday. They asked for some more time to think about investing. More time. It’s okay. Give me some credit. I got you this far. Let’s go to the grand jury. You know, this isn’t gonna stop if we don’t… don’t give up on me now, Dean. I love you. I love you. Do you hear me? Let’s just go to my place. We’ll worry about this tomorrow. Let’s go.”
Sgt. Jeff Rabin
“Dave, I told you, the DA came down here last night ready to arraign, even before they moved him to County, okay? Kint’s lawyer shows up five minutes later, the DA comes out of the office looking like the boogeyman smacked him around. All right? They take a statement and they cut him a deal. Yeah, weapons. Misdemeanor 2. Listen, I give the DA credit for getting that much, you understand? This whole thing has turned political. The mayor was here last night, the chief. This morning, the governor called, okay? I’m telling you, this guy is protected up on high by the Prince of Darkness. Take my word for it. Maybe two hours, tops. No, Dave. Dave, no! I cannot… Dave, please. Even if I let you talk to him, he won’t talk to you. He’s paranoid about being recorded. He knows the interrogation rooms are all wired. He will not go into the interrogation room. Where? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. And I’m sure you have a host of wild theories to answer all these questions. That’s crazy, and, besides, it doesn’t even matter. The guys’ got total immunity. His story checks out. He doesn’t know what you want to know. Uh, he’s dead. They’re all dead. I don’t care how tough a guy you say this Keaton was, nobody on that boat could’ve come out alive. Verbal, this is Agent Kujan from Customs. He wants to ask you a few questions before you go. About a Dean Keaton, mostly. I’ll get your fucking coffee.”
“Can we get started again? That’s heartwarming. Really. I’m weepy.”
Agent Jack Baer
“Agent Jack Baer, FBI. How many dead? Any survivors?”
“Is he talking? You think Hungarian? Yeah. Most of them were Hungarians. Is he gonna die? Call hospital security, get a man put on the door till the police gets here. Yes. Do it. Do it, now! Joel? Yeah, Baer. Down at LA County. Look, the guy they pulled out of the harbor is Arkosh Kovash. Yes. Yes, I’m sure. Well, no, no, he’s all fucked up. I can’t hear you. Will you shut up? I’m on the phone. Yes. Well, no, no. Not till I put a man on him. Listen, send me someone who can speak Hungarian. Yeah, he’s awake. He’s talking like a Thai hooker. What? No shit? Joel, come in. Yeah. Call Dan Metzheiser over at Justice, and find Dave Kujan from Customs. Mmm-hmm.”
“Let’s get this show on the road. Yeah, wait, just wait, hold on. Doctor, look. I promise we’ll be out of here. Okay, look. Everyone just calm down, all right? I want you to ask this man about the shootout in the harbor. Dope. We know. What? What is he talking about, guarantees? No, no, no. Wait a minute. Ask him to tell him what he told me about the Devil. Who’s the Devil? All right. All right, look, okay? Tell him to tell her what he looks like. Describe him.”
Keyser Soze
“How you doing, Keaton? 12:30.”
