Black SplatReservoir Dogs (1992)

"All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get."

Reservoir Dogs - Mr. Blonde threatens a cop

Description: Michael Madsen as Mr. Blonde, a trigger-happy killer about to slice up a cop with a razor blade in the motion picture Reservoir Dogs (1992).

"Five total strangers team up for the perfect crime. They don't know each other's name. But they've got each others number." - Movie Tag Line

The film follows a group of criminals recruited by Los Angeles mobster Joe Cabot (Lawrence Tierney), and his son, Eddie "Nice Guy" Cabot (Sean Penn) to rob a jewelry store.

Each criminal is given color-coded aliases. They included: Mr. White (Harvey Keitel), Mr. Orange (Tim Roth); Mr. Blonde (Michael Madsen); Mr. Pink (Steve Buscemi); Mr. Blue (Edward Bunker); and Mr. brown (Quentin Tarantino).

Reservoir Dogs - Mobster Joe Cabot
Joe: With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself personally. That includes where you been, your wife's name, where you might've done time, or maybe a bank you robbed in St. Petersburg. All I want you guys to talk about, if you have to, is what you're going to do. That should do it. Here are your names... [points to each man] Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr.Pink.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright?
Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe: No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink.Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown: Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr.Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
Joe: Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now
what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink: Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
Joe: I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.

In preparation for the jewelry store robbery, Mr. Blonde asks Mr. White, “What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds?” Mr. White offers this advice on how to handle a diamond store heist:

“When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.”

On the day of the robbery, everything goes awry, as the police show up and a shoot-out kills Mr. Brown, Mr. Blue and others as the rest of the gang flee the scene. They regroup at a predesignated abandoned warehouse and try to figure out what when wrong.

They come to the conclusion that there is an informer in their midst and each begin to suspect each other, including Joe Cabot and his son, who planned the heist in the first place. As they speak, Mr. Orange who was shot in the gut during the hold-up and is slowly dying from his wound.

Mr. Blonde: What's this guy's problem?
Mr. White: Yeah I got a problem! I got a BIG fuckin' problem. Fuckin' trigger happy madman almost get's me shot!
Mr. Pink: What the fuck are you talking about?
Mr. White: That fuckin' shooting spree! In the store remember?
Mr. Blonde: Oh fuck 'em. They set off the alarm. They deserved what they got.
Mr. White: You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were I never would've agreed to work with you!
Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
Mr. White: What was that? I'm sorry I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?
Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?[Mr. White lunges for Mr. Blonde who fights back. Mr. Pink steps in between them]
Mr. Pink: You two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on! What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional? You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers man. Did you ever work with niggers? Just like you two always saying they're gonna kill each other!
Mr. White: You said yourself you thought about takin' him out!
Mr. Blonde: You fuckin' said that?
Mr. Pink: Yeah, I did, okay? But that was then! Right now this guy is the only one I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
Mr. White: You takin' his side?
Mr. Pink: Fuck sides man what we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna know who's name's on the handle. Fuck. Look I know I'm no piece of shit. [Turns to Mr. White] And I'm pretty sure you're okay. [Turns to Mr. Blonde] And I'm fuckin' positive you're on the level. So let's just try and figure out who the bad guy is, all right?

Shortly after, Mr. Blonde goes to his car and drags out LAPD Officer Marvin Nash (Kirk Baltz) whom he captured at the jewelry shoot-out. Tying him to a chair the gang rough him up as they interrogate him. Meanwhile the other leave the warehouse and leave the cop in the hands of Mr. Blonde. As he approaches, the cop shouts, "I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want." Mr. Blond replies, "Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that."

Reservoir Dogs - Mr. Blonde slices a cop with a razor

"Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.'"

Before cutting up the cop with a razor blade, Mr. Blonde nonchalantly asks, "You ever listen to K-Billy's ‘Super Sounds of the Seventies’ weekend? It's my personal favorite."

Just as Mr. Blonde goes to kill officer Nash, Mr. Orange wakes up and kills Mr. Blonde. He informs Nash that he is an undercover cop and that a task force of police are waiting few blocks away and will be at the warehouse as soon as Joe Cabot arrives.

When Eddie Cabot arrives, Mr. Orange fabricates a story about how Mr. Blonde was planning to steal the diamonds. Since Mr. Blonde was his good friend, Eddie shots and kills the captured cop in anger.

As suspicions reach a fever pitch, Mr. Blonde Mrs. Orange, mobster Joe Cabot and her son, Eddie face off in a Mexican standoff.

Reservoir Dogs - Mexican Standoff
Eddie: Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Mr. White: Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.
Mr. Pink: Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals!
Eddie: Larry (Mr. White), look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Lets just put our guns down, and lets settle this with a fuckin' conversation.
Mr. White: Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: If you kill that man, you die next.
Eddie: Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
Mr. White: Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
Eddie: LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD ! [Joe shoots Mr. Orange, Mr. White kills Joe, Eddie shoots Mr. White and Mr. White kills Eddie]

After the mobsters shoot each other, a wounded Mr. White assists Mr. Orange who reveals that he is an undercover cop. Feeling betrayed, because Mr. White was beginning to like Mr. Orange, Mr. White puts his gun to the cop's head as the police raid the warehouse.

The police enter, shouting, "Freeze! Drop the fucking gun, buddy. Put the gun down! Don't do it! Drop the gun man! Don't do it! Drop the fucking gun. We're gonna fucking blow you away!" Mr. White shoots Mr. Orange and the police kill Mr. White.

The film ends like a Shakespearian tragedy with everyone dying in the end. Well, except for Mr. Pink who gets away with the diamonds.

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