Jimmie Rainwood Quotes in An Innocent Man (1989)

Butcher, Con: You gotta deal with that situation, or else everybody in here's gonna know you're a punk. Everybody, you understand?

Jimmie Rainwood: No, I don't understand. What am I supposed to do, fight three guys?

Butcher, Con: No, just one. Jingles, the one that braced you. Fist fights are for free men. You gotta get a piece and make a move.

Jimmie Rainwood: What are you talking about?

Butcher, Con: Do him.

Jimmie Rainwood: You're telling me I should kill him?

Butcher, Con: No, I want you to marry his motherfuckin' sister. You better get with the program, slick.

Jimmie Rainwood: I'm not gonna kill a man over some toothpaste and some soap.

Butcher, Con: If you don't off that buck, he and his partners are gonna make you their kid. They're gonna have you running errands, doing whatever. Hell, they might even make you real pretty. You ain't gotta stand tall in here... but you've got to stand up.

Jimmie Rainwood: All right, you talked and I listened.

Virgil Cane: Hey! HEY! Don't be talkin' out the side of your neck while I'm trying to do you a solid.

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: [wielding switchblade] I'm gonna cut you in half!

Jimmie Rainwood: I wouldn't bet on that.

Kate Rainwood: [Parnell and Scalise show up at the Rainwoods' home unannounced after Jimmie's release] What are you doing here?

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: Nice to see you again, Mrs. Rainwood.

[leers]

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: You're looking very good.

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: [with false solicitude] We had to make another call in this part of town, and we thought we'd stop by.

[sits]

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: Mind if we sit down?

[takes seat]

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: [to Rainwood] Sit down.

[to Kate]

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: Honey, get us something cold to drink, will you?

Jimmie Rainwood: What the fuck's wrong?

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: [yells] I told you to sit your ass down!

[stands toe-to-toe with Jimmie]

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: [screaming] SIT DOWN! SIT DOWN!

[to Kate]

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: Get us something cold to drink! Goddamnit!

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: Why don't you go do that, Katie?

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: What are you, some kind of a badass now, you did some time, huh? You can say 'fuck' and everything? Don't you ever come out of your mouth like a smartass with me! Rainwood... you know who you are? You are an ex-convict on parole, and you are owned by the state! The state believes the police! Not the ex-convict! Always!

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: Jimmie, I don't want you to think we're picking on you.

[to Kate, who brings him a Coke]

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: Thank you.

[to Jimmie]

Detective Danny Scalise LBPD: We do this to every parolee we've busted.

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: It's kind of like preventative maintenance. Guys get weird ideas in the joint sometimes. But this call is special. You and your crusading cunt of a wife have caused us a lot of...

[Jimmie lunges at Parnell, Kate and Scalise restrain him]

Kate Rainwood: [yells] Jimmie, don't! Please don't!

Detective Mike Parnell LBPD: You wouldn't let it go and it got you shit! No, go ahead Katie. Try to save him like you couldn't do before. From now on, Rainwood, you are a model citizen. If we happen to say 'shit', you squat. Understand that, and it might keep you out of jail.

[Parnell and Scalise leave]

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: I know you did it, Rainwood.

Jimmie Rainwood: I don't know anything... about anything.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: Well, you should know this. I can do anything I want with you in here.

Jimmie Rainwood: That's right, lieutenant. People like you have been doing that for a long time now. It started out with those cops, went on through the trial, and now it's your turn, isn't it? Well, take your fucking turn! I don't give a shit.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: Barlett!

[guard comes in, Freeberry turns to Rainwood]

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: Ninety days in the hole. A man like you won't make it. You'll come out of there drooling all over yourself.

Jimmie Rainwood: I wouldn't bet on that.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: [at infirmary after Jimmie is beaten by Jingles and his thugs... upon seeing Rainwood in bed] Oh, man. Rainwood, why don't you do yourself and everyone else some good here. Give me their names. I'll make sure they don't bother you anymore.

Jimmie Rainwood: [weakly] I fell.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: You need some help in here. It's pretty obvious.

Jimmie Rainwood: I might be new, but I know how some things work around here.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: [sighs] Fine. You want to be known as a stand-up guy? Fine.

Jimmie Rainwood: I fell.

Lt. Freebery, Head Guard at Prison: When you get out of here, you're going to segregation for 15 days. Maybe that'll jog your memory.

[leaves]

Butcher, Con: [Jimmie is walking with Virgil in exercise yard after pickup basketball game ends... they pass Butcher and his gang] That's your fuckin' shot, Rainwood.

Jimmie Rainwood: Hey Butcher-man, you still listen to those weight loss tapes?

Butcher, Con: [shakes head] Asshole.

Jimmie Rainwood: [to Virgil] They oughta wire the man's jaw shut.

[Virgil laughs]

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: [Kate has set up a meeting between Jimmie and Detective Fitzgerald at a beach location] Your wife tells me you have a plan to put Parnell and Scalise away for a long time.

Jimmie Rainwood: Yeah. Kate's told me good things about you. The problem is, you're a cop, like them.

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: I'm nothing at all like them. I'm only here because your wife asked me to come. You need a cop to make this thing stick. So if you have something, let's have it. Otherwise, forget it.

Jimmie Rainwood: All right, forget it.

[both turn to leave]

Kate Rainwood: Are you crazy? You won't be fit to live with unless we go through with this and you

[pointedly to Fitzgerald]

Kate Rainwood: have been walking around with a stiff neck whining about proof since the day I met you!

[to both]

Kate Rainwood: Now work the fucking thing out!

Jimmie Rainwood: [to Fitzgerald] What are you willing to do?

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: [sighs] At this point, almost anything.

Jimmie Rainwood: Look, with your help, we can get these guys dirty and put 'em away.

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: What do I get if I agree?

Jimmie Rainwood: You'll witness them buying cocaine.

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: [sarcastically] No shit.

Jimmie Rainwood: You be ready on a half hour's notice. I'll give you the time and place. Just you. No one else.

Detective John Fitzgerald, Internal Affairs LBPD: I'm gonna go along with you on this. But if you fuck up, and my ass ends up in a sling, you and I are going to go round and round.

Jimmie Rainwood: [smiles] Well, I guess I better not fuck up.

Jimmie Rainwood: [Jimmie visits Virgil in the prison welding shop] Hey! How did you get my pass set up?

Virgil Cane: Works around the joint. We do things for each other. Listen, somebody's gotta give you the game or you're fucked. It's simple in here. An insane place with insane rules. It all ends up being logical. If you're white, you hang white. Otherwise, the niggers are gonna eat you alive.

[Rainwood hangs head in disinterest]

Virgil Cane: You're not listening to me! Civil rights, brotherly love, all that shit, that gets left at the front gate. Right now you got a problem with Jingles. Now you can go to the Aryan Brotherhood for help... that asshole Butcher and his party. But in the end, they'll make you their kid. You'll be part of the AB for life. Or you can handle your problem by yourself. I got respect in here 'cause I earned it... anybody fucks with me, it's their life.

[Jimmie turns on his heel to leave]

Virgil Cane: Hey! Where are you going?

Jimmie Rainwood: You talked and I listened.

Virgil Cane: Hey! Hey... don't you be talking out of the side of your neck when I'm trying to do you a solid.

Jimmie Rainwood: [returns] All right, all right. Let's get it all out on the table. Every time I turn around, someone's giving me advice. Mostly it's about killing. So what's your interest in me?

Virgil Cane: There's not much chance I'm ever getting out of here. Those cops of yours are part of the reason. That's what we've got in common. I got my last armed robbery conviction behind them. The rest is my business.

[puts mask on and resumes welding]