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Clips from Just Cause

Short Films 1995 16 min 1,252 clips

Credits

Whoa!
- Come on, man. - Got you.
- Hey. - Heh.
Dollar-fifty. That's two bits shy a car wash.
A $1.50 each.
No, ha, ha, man.
Hell, the rain's doing half the work for you.
Well, lookie here.
You boys wanna take a break?
Bobby Earl, we gotta talk.
- I said quit! - Talk about what?
Take a ride.
- A ride. - Please?
Leave him be, you cracker son of a bitch!
- I ought to lock you up! - Grandma, go inside.
Listen. Hey. It's all right. It's all right.
All right? I'll be back before supper.
Grandma, why are they taking Bobby Earl?
Now, give me that head! That's it!
Let's shake up that cage a little bit, son!
You're not getting that meat tenderized enough?
- Look here, Bobby Earl. Unh! - Ugh.
- Get the fuck up. - Ugh.
Now, I'm gonna ask you nicely, son.
- Ha-ha-ha. - Huh?
Country-ass motherfucker.
Oh, "asshole," is it? "Asshole"?
- I'll show you fucking- - Unh!
"At the first official electrocution in 1890...
...have described the prisoner catching fire...
...the electricity so powerful...
...that the eyeballs pop out onto the cheeks...
...a sound like bacon frying.
...at least 23 innocent men...
...and sentences blacks who kill whites...
Eh, 1890...
...to the 1990s.
Over a hundred years of progress.
You paint a grim picture indeed, professor.
...than any our penal system could even imagine.
- No, no. I refuse to believe- - Let me finish.
- Let me finish. - Very well.
I submit to you, the issue is revenge.
...or death for death.
In closing, professor...
...if your wife or child were murdered...
How would I feel? Heh.
Very much the same as yourself.
But I would not want their deaths avenged...
...by a system as cruel and capricious as this.
- They're gonna kill my boy. - Excuse me?
I'll see you in Washington.
Look, I'm sorry. I no longer practice law.
Find Mr. Paul Armstrong...
...and give him this. "
No, you read it now.
Come on.
- Come far? - Ochopee, Florida.
Mm. This is a long way.
Beaten?
Mm. "Murder one.
Death penalty. "
That white judge, he was 87 years old.
Listen, it's 25 years since I practiced law.
He said, if you turn me down...
I'm sorry, I can't.
Eh, I...
Where can I drive you? Where are you staying?
I ain't staying nowhere.
I can get there by myself.
Thank you for your time.
No, no, you keep it. It's got your name on it.
Sick in bed
Momma called the doctor And the doctor said
Ding dong Let's get the rhythm of the head
Daddy!
Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Armstrong.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Carry on dancing.
There you go.
Where's your mommy?
Sick in bed
Momma called the doctor And the doctor said
Let's the the rhythm of the head Ding dong