Mike: Um...I used to be a beat cop long time ago. And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget: Gordy. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? 'Walking Tall'? You don't remember?

Walter: No.

Mike: Anyway. Big boy; 270, 280. But his wife, or whatever she was, his lady, was real small. Like a bird, wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, "C'mon, tonight's the night we press charges." And this wasn't one of those 'deep down he really loves me' setups, we got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn't gonna cross him no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning out he goes, back home. But one night, my partner's out sick and it's just me. And the call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night, we're driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming 'Danny Boy'. And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone, screaming - much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet, that I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still, and real quiet, like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while: me acting like I'm thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. After a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth and I say; "So help me if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such and such and blah blah blah blah blah".

Walter: Just... just a warning?

Mike: Hmph. Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. The moral of the story is; I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.

vs.

Later, Hank is in his SUV in a shopping center parking lot. His cell phone rings. "Two men are coming to kill you," says an electronically altered voice. "You have one minute." Panicking, Hank dials Gomez while he scans the parking lot. He goes for his gun, then remembers it's been confiscated. One minute passes, and just as he relaxes he spots one of the Cousins, Leonel, who shoots out the rear window and puts a bullet in Hank's arm as Hank hits reverse and pins Leonel against another car. Marco, striding toward Hank's driver's-side window, fires multiple shots and hits Hank in the side as Hank grabs Leonel's gun and dives out of the car. Writhing on the ground, Leonel tells his brother, "Finish him." Marco walks back toward Hank, shooting a passerby along the way. As Marco reloads, he drops the "Black Death" bullet on the pavement. Hank empties Leonel's gun in Marco's chest, but his vest protects him. Marco shoots Hank twice in the chest. Badly injured, Hank drops to the ground. Marco aims his gun at Hank's head, then reconsiders. "No. Too easy," he says, walking away. Hank grabs Leonel's gun. His hands fumbling and slick with blood, he tries to load the "Black Death" bullet. Marco returns with a silver axe. As he swings at Hank, Hank fires straight at Marco's head. The axe blade lodges in the pavement as Marco falls to the ground, dead.

One Minute. Very very close though

Boc @ 7/8/2012 14:32

One Minute. Very very close though

yet again, 2 uncomparable scenes. one is like dilaogue only, the other one has no dialogue at all, except maybe "gomez? that's not funny", "you got one minute", and "this is too easy"

actios speak louder than words... or do they?