Dime Diamonds
A crime thriller cooler than an icebox in Antarctica... Jonathan Umbertino's shocking and stylish cinematic masterpiece. After a diamond heist goes wrong, a group of criminals slowly realize one of them might be a cop... 1992. Rated R for violence, swearing.
Tell me you got the fucking diamonds, Mr. K.
I got the fucking diamonds, Mr. P. But Mr. H got shot. Mr. E's bringing him here.
Here? Fucking here? We ain't no god-damn operating theatre!
You think we can bring Mr. H to a doctor without the cops knowing?
Everybody, keep cool. Let's get something to eat before the shit hits the fan.
<bzzt>
Errol Costello? That asshole can't sing for shit.
Now Paul Jones, that motherfucker could sing AND dance.
Nobody gives a shit about dancing.
Now only a little bitch would say something like that...
<bzzt>
OH JESUS CHRIST! TELL ME YOU GOT THE BULLET.
I got something, Mr. H. A friend in the third precinct.
He says you a god-damn twin to an Officer Caine there. Ain't that funny?
*gunshot*
Jesus, what happened?
Oh fuck... Mr. S was a cop. Said I was... under arrest.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Oh shit...
*gunshot*
| Effect | Valor | Quantitat |
|---|---|---|
| Avorriment | -21 | ×21 |
| VHS - Comercial |
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