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Who’s Keyser Soze?

Judging by the sudden change in mood, Mr. Kint,

I feel sure the rest of your associates can tell you.

I come with an offer directly from Mr. Soze.

An order, actually. What do you mean, “an order”?

In 1981, Mr. Keaton,

you participated in the hijacking of a truck in Buffalo, New York.

The cargo was raw steel, steel which belonged to Mr. Soze

and which was destined for Pakistan to be used in a nuclear reactor.

A most profitable violation of UN Regulations.

You had no way of knowing this, Mr. Keaton,

because the fellow shipping the steel was working for Mr. Soze without his knowledge.

Earlier this year, Mr. Fenster and Mr. McManus

hijacked a two-prop cargo flight out of Newark airport.

The plane was carrying gold and platinum wiring

also set for Pakistan.

Two months ago, Mr. Hockney stole a truck carrying gun parts through Queens.

Gun parts which were set to be destroyed by the state of New York.

They were to be lost in a way station and rerouted to Belfast.

Again, Mr. Soze using pawns who had no knowledge.

Which brings us to Mr. Kint.

Nine months ago, one of Mr. Soze’s

less-than-intelligent couriers was taken in a complicated confidence scam by a cripple.

He was relieved of $62,000.

Now, it has taken us some time to find you.

Our intention was to approach you after your apprehension in New York.

You set up the lineup. Yes.

You were not to be released until I had come to see you.

It seems Mr. Keaton’s attorney, Ms. Finneran, was a little too effective in expediting his release.

Holding the rest of you became a moot point.

What about Redfoot? Mr. Redfoot knew nothing.

Mr. Soze rarely works with the same people for very long

and they never know who they’re working for.

One cannot be betrayed if one has no people.

So, why are you telling us?

Because you have stolen from Mr. Soze, Mr. Fenster.

All of you.

That you did not know you stole from him is the only reason you are still alive.

He feels you owe him. You will repay your debt.

All right, fuck the debt, and fuck you. How do we know you work for Soze?

I don’t think that is very relevant, Mr. Hockney.

All five of you are responsible for the murder of Saul Berg and his bodyguards.

Mr. Redfoot can testify to your involvement

and we can see to it that he will.

What’s your point? The offer is this, gentlemen.

Mr. Soze’s primary interest

is narcotics.

He has been competing, shall we say, with a group of Argentineans for several years, now.

Competing with Mr. Soze has taken its toll.

These Argentineans are negotiating the sale

of $91 million in cocaine in three days’ time.

Needless to say, this purchase will revitalize the diminishing strength of their organization.

Mr. Soze would like you to stop the deal.

Now, if you choose, you may wait until after the buy.

Whatever money changes hands is yours.

Mr. Soze would like you to get to the boat

and destroy the cocaine on board.

And then you will be free of your obligations to Mr. Soze.

You give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.

A gift from Mr. Soze.

Good day, gentlemen.

They got my whole life in here, everything I’ve ever done since I was 18.

They fucking know everything.

Everybody I’ve ever worked with or did time with.

No.

This isn’t right. I don’t know.

Who’s that guy used to talk about Soze in New York?

Bricks Marlin. Yeah, he did jobs for him, indirect stuff.

And he said he always made five times more money on it than the job was worth.

This guy’s a pipe dream.

Kobayashi’s using him for window dressing.

I don’t know. This is bad.

No, it’s bullshit.

This guy could be LAPD. It’s a fucking setup.

The way I hear it, Soze’s some kind of butcher.

A peerless, psycho, fucked-up butcher. There is no Keyser Soze!

Who is Keyser Soze?

He’s supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German.

Nobody ever believed he was real.

Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever worked directly for him,

but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze.

You never knew. That was his power.

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled

was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

One story the guys told me, the story I believe,

was from his days in Turkey.

There was a gang of Hungarians that wanted their own mob.

They realized that to be in power, you didn’t need guns or money or even numbers.

You just needed the will to do what the other guy wouldn’t.

After a while, they come into power and then they come after Soze.

He was small-time then. Just running dope, they say.

They come to his home in the afternoon looking for his business.

They find his wife and kids in the house

and decide to wait for Soze.

He comes home to find his wife raped and children screaming.

The Hungarians knew Soze was tough, not to be trifled with,

so they let him know they meant business.

No!

They tell him they want his territory, all his business.

Soze looks over the faces of his family,

then he showed these men of will what will really was.

He tells him he would rather see his family dead

than live another day after this.

He lets the last Hungarian go,

waits until his wife and kids are in the ground

and then he goes after the rest of the mob.

He kills their kids, he kills their wives,

he kills their parents and their parents’ friends.

He burns down the houses they live in

and the stores they work in.

He kills people that owe them money. And like that,

he’s gone, underground.

Nobody’s ever seen him since. He becomes a myth.

A spook story that criminals tell their kids at night.

“Rat on your pop, and Keyser Soze will get you.”

And no one ever really believes.

Do you believe in him, Verbal?

Keaton always said,

“I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of him.”

Well, I believe in God,

and the only thing that scares me is Keyser Soze.

You give any weight to this?

I can introduce you to Dan Metzheiser from Justice.

He’s got a file on Soze in DC.

Been a hobby of his for a couple of years.

A lot of guys equate him to that reporter on The Incredible Hulk.

You’ve heard of him? What, on the street?

Yeah. Yeah, a few times.

You know, outside stuff.

Somebody working for a guy who worked for a guy

who got some money from Keyser Soze.

You know, shit like that.

You know, it could be an old badge. You know, a hex sign.

Keep people from fucking with you

back when a name used to mean something.

But you’re here. Well, shit, yeah.

I got a guy trying to walk out of a hospital

on a fried drumstick because he’s afraid of Soze.

Yeah, I’ll run it up the flagpole.

I came clean. I told it like it happened on the boat.

So what if I left out how I got there?

It’s so full of holes, the DA would’ve told me to blow amnesty out my ass.

So you got what you wanted out of me, so big fucking deal.

So that’s why you never told the DA? Well, you tell me, Agent Kujan.

If I told you the Loch Ness monster hired me to hit the harbor,

what would you say? Turn State’s evidence.

We’ll put you on the stand, we’ll hear it out.

I’ve got immunity now. What can you possibly offer me?

If there really is a Keyser Soze, he’s gonna come looking for you.

Where’s your head, Agent Kujan?

Where do you think the pressure’s coming from?

Keyser Soze, or whatever you wanna call him,

he knows where I am right now.

He’s got the front burner under your ass to let me go

so he can scoop me up ten minutes later.

Immunity was just a deal with you assholes.

I got a whole new problem when I post bail.

So why play into his hands? We can protect you.

Oh, gee. Thanks, Dave. Bang-up job so far. Extortion, coercion.

You’ll pardon me if I ask you to kiss my pucker.

The same fuckers that rounded us up and sank us into this mess

are now bailing me out? Fuck you.

You think you can catch Keyser Soze?

You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught

and sticks his head out?

If he comes up for anything, it’ll be to get rid of me.

After that,

my guess is you’ll never hear from him again.