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[audio logo]

[music playing]

[tense music]

Armando Diaz.

[chatter]

[gun cocks]

You don't work for Diaz no more.

You got that?

There's a problem, you come see me.

[clattering]

[sighs] Shit.

[music playing]

[sighs] I wish it would rain.

HOWARD: Hey, so, Poochie, how you

like strong-arming grandfathers and little kids, huh?

Fucking makes my day.

[laughs] Hey, good workers, you know, judges go

easy on them, light sentences.

You know what we should do, is hire ourselves

a couple of retards and a cripple.

Yeah, retards and cripple.

No, but-- [laughs] it's a different world down here, man.

So what do you want to do?

Eat, drink, what?

Ah.

I don't know.

What time is it?

About 1:45.

Hey, Billy!

Get off the street!

We got 45 minutes.

Where are we going to go that ain't going to make me sick?

- Let's get a big steak. - Yuck.

- Come on, Indian. - Please.

Come on!

You got fucking gastritis for God's sakes!

Tell me. What?

- Hey, I know. - What?

How about that health place.

Fuck, man, you hated that shit.

Yeah, but it's good for us.

Fuck you, man.

I ain't going.

Hey, hey, get over here!

[laughs] All right, OK.

[laughs]

Mm.

No, this shit sucks.

Oh, you should have had the burger.

[laughs] Tastes like meat, kind of.

[laughs]

HOWARD: I eat meat, all right?

I need meat.

I haven't been sick all my life.

I eat red meat.

I eat pussy, sugar.

I smoke.

I drink.

And I will kick ass till I'm 90.

Oh, man.

I miss hot dogs.

I loved hot dogs.

HOWARD: Well, eat them.

Everything gives you cancer.

So what's the difference?

POOCH: Put that cigar away.

You can't smoke in here, man.

Put it away.

HOWARD: Fuck them, man.

You know, you got a different constitution.

You are too stupid to know that everything is killing you.

Yeah, well, look, I'd rather be

stupid than a miserable little prick like you.

I'm not miserable.

Am I?

HOWARD: Aah.

What did they do to you out there in Utah?

You used to be normal.

Then again, you were never normal.

What?

EVA: Haven't you met a girlfriend?

What am I missing?

She's nice.

Very nice.

Mm.

What'd you think, model or hooker?

Kind of hooker.

HOWARD: I don't know.

[chatter]

What, she knows you?

You come here to see her?

You make me eat this fucking steak.

You-- you hate this food.

Man, I like that.

HOWARD: You talk to her yet?

POOCH: Mm-mm.

Go on.

Tell her you like her muffins.

[laughter]

You're sick, man.

TONY: I'm telling you.

He don't like new guys.

So who's new?

To him, you're just another loose cannon

from the neighborhood.

Did you tell him I can bring Diaz's whole shop?

Yeah, yeah, I told him.

What'd he say?

He said, if he wanted Diaz, he could have got him himself.

He don't need you.

I thought this guy was smart.

I'm offering him a partnership in the Vale.

Let me tell you something.

You're stupid in approaching him like this.

He don't need you.

And now he thinks you're going to be trouble.

You know what I mean, Howard?

No, Tony, I don't.

I'm saying, play nice and maybe we

can try again later, OK?

This is very disappointing.

Better to be disappointed than dead.

[music playing]

This is nice.

It's very nice.

You think?

Yeah, it suits you.

Yeah?

No.

Um.

Uh.

Do you have this in a large?

Excuse me.

Oh, god, I forgot my wallet.

Sorry.

I think we should get 1,250 a day.

Monique, Monique, Monique, [mumbles] on the phone.

Let's see your book, doll.

How old are you?

18.

Hm, maybe older, huh?

Where are you from?

Wyoming.

Oh.

Baby, you're much prettier than these.

You've got to do something about this book.

Find some decent photographers to test with and come and see

me in a couple of months.

Fair enough?

Yeah.

Sure. - Come on.

Push it one more time.

I told you to start over.

[grunting]

Tuck the elbow, Pooch.

Says who?

Says me, man.

Who asked you?

Man, 20 more seconds.

What's wrong? - Bullshit.

I'm finished.

I'm tired.

Hey, Arthur.

What?

Nothing.

Thanks for the workout.

Yo, Artie, man, you're fucking bugging my people here.

What's up? - I ain't bugging them, bro.

I'm training 'em.

Well, who say he needs a trainer?

- That's all right. - Shit.

Motherfucker, who you think you are?

Fight doctor or something?

Well, who the fuck are you, honey?

I shrunk the Puerto Ricans?

Shit.

See, I just moved my head.

I'm still in a position to downhill.

Say, ugh!

Yo, yo, yo, slow down, man.

You hit me, and that's your ass.

I got to talk to you, man.

[grunts]

He a wise guy out there, man.

He'll do something stupid one day, though.

So Big Boy tells me you and him go back a long way, man.

Yeah, we grew up here together.

When we were kids, we sold bags of oregano to the heads uptown.

[chuckles] Good to have old friends like that, huh?

POOCH: Yeah.

He says something about you being in the Navy?

Yep.

JUANITO: So what, you seen any action?

Nah.

I was in the North Atlantic mostly, froze my ass off.

[chuckles] You in the service?

Fuck no, man.

I fell the Marine physical but you know.

Got anemia.

So he says you were into Utah or something

like that when you get out.

I go up there and see what kind of action I could stir up.

Tried it.

Got bored.

Is there a written part of this exam too?

You know, bro, if Big Boy says your family, it's cool with me,

all right?

I trust him.

The Vale, man, it ain't like uptown, you know.

Shit's organized.

New guys coming in all the time.

And you know, sometimes old friends,

they can do some stupid shit.

I guess that means both me and you

have to trust each other, huh?

Now you want to tell me about Rockitt and Mr. Priest?

JUANITO: Rockitt, man, he's a punk, like Diaz.

Now, Mr. Priest, that's a nasty motherfucker, man.

See, the bell boy is crazy.

It's like Beirut.

Fuck, why do you think the mob don't

even come down here for, huh?

If we stick together, who knows?

Who knows?

What are you doing?

- What? - Come on.

What are you, a fucking slob?

Pick that up.

Pick up with, that?

Come on. What are you, nuts?

You think that little bitty thing

matters in this garbage heap?

That's why it's a garbage heap.

Oh, give me a--

so you pick it up.

All right.

Ooh, garbage.

What?

[laughs] What?

Doing what?

For the fucking environment?

Jesus, recycling shit!

The fuck.

And you always bought the party line, didn't you?

- It's common sense. - It ain't common sense.

Just what they tell you to do, man.

Eat this.

Do this. You know?

It's like you joining the Navy.

You know, I always wanted to join the Navy.

Yeah, I know.

We used to walk around in these fucking peacoats.

And then bell-bottoms, huh? [laughs]

Yo, bell-bottoms shit.

Yeah.

Then you wanted to be an astronaut.

Remember, we used to go to the park go,

around on the merry-go-round?

Centrifugal force machine.

Yeah.

Yeah, you puked.

[laughs] You puked! You remember that?

I ate that--

I ate that shit candy apple, man.

Yeah, so you would have puked in your spacesuit and died.

Eh?

I'm surprised you didn't get seasick.

I did. I just got used to it.

Yeah?

Then it was cops.

You want us to be cops.

That was a good joke, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, look at us now, Poochie, you know, taking on the world.

- Fucking A. - What do you say?

- Yeah. - See, here's the thing.

Like I told you, you got to work outside of their system.

See, their system is what made this neighborhood a shithole.

How you're always trying to fit in or you run away, no.

This time, we're going to make it work for us.

Well, maybe we should have stuck to being astronauts, huh?

HOWARD: Yeah.

[upbeat music]

What's up, man?

What's up, you guys?

Hey, what's up?

- Oh, shit, how are you doing? - All right.

Anyway, you got an appointment.

Let's go.

[chatter]

POOCH: What's up, chief?

Man's waiting for us.

Oh, is that right?

Well, why don't you just wait right here, shortstuff?

[laughs]

You know, what can I say?

You just got to play the game, you know.

What the fuck are these games?

HOWARD: Hey, how's those potatoes, huh?

[ketchup squirting]

I guess they're good.

All right, you ladies can go back.

- Thanks, prick. - Yeah.

I'll see you on the way out, huh.

Yeah, all right.

'Sup, Rockitt?

So here's Mr. Baines and Mr. Bouchier.

This is Rockitt.

I don't know these people.

So 'sup?

We're here to talk business, right?

Talk.

I'm listening.

All right, Diaz is history.

We're in.

Now, you got the distribution.

Let's make a deal.

Hey, Juanito, you tell this young man

I only make an offer one time.

You make an offer?

What the fuck do I need you for?

Hey, look, man, you said you wanted

to talk business, right, man?

So let's cut the fucking bullshit.

And let's talk, all right?

Listen, man, I don't even know these two jokers.

He got a fucked up attitude--

And what, you mother-- you ain't selling

loose toys in the park anymore, sonny boy, OK?

This is the big fucking leagues now.

You fucking play ball or I'm going

to fucking cap your little black ass right here.

You hear me?

Huh?

Yes?

All right, you know where to reach me.

[glass clatters]

Get your hand away from that gun!

Fuck that, man.

Stay up against that wall, motherfucker.

Nah.

Relax, man.

I got this.

I got this.

[upbeat music]

Now, you had something you want to say to me, homeboy?

Oh!

Oh.

Fucking guys like that piss me off.

[grunts]

WAITER: Here you go, miss.

[chatter]

So why don't you sit and drink that over here?

Got to go to work.

You have five minutes.

Everybody's got five minutes.

[distant siren wailing]

See, that way you digest your coffee better.

It's very bad to swallow things on the run.

Are you a health nut?

I just think everybody should take care of themselves,

especially in this poisoned world we've made.

[door closes]

What's your name?

Eva.

Eva.

That's pretty.

My name is Dave.

Hello, Dave.

So where do you work?

I model.

Ah, I figured.

What kind of stuff?

Oh, all kinds.

Today I'm shooting a television commercial.

Wow.

Yeah, I think I seen your face before on TV.

I think.

[chuckles]

So what do you do, Dave?

I'm, uh-- me and my partner are getting ready

to open up a gym down here.

Uh-huh.

What?

Nothing, I said uh-huh.

You just-- you seem like you're into other things.

Like what?

You tell me.

Just wheeling and dealing, trying

to get this thing together.

So you live in the Vale?

Off of Sussex, yeah.

POOCH: It's right near my old house.

How long you been there?

Just a few months.

Where are you from originally?

Are you a cop?

Well, we got five minutes, you know.

[laughs]

Oh.

Well, then I'm from Idaho originally.

I used to live in Utah.

What part of Idaho?

EVA: [laughs]

I won't ask you any more questions, OK?

[chuckles]

What?

You're a weird one.

Why?

Why am I weird?

What?

Hey, you know, let's go to dinner.

I got to go.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

About dinner.

It's one of my favorite meals.

Call me.

"Eva Johnson.

Fashion and design."

[laughs]

I'll call you!

HOWARD: Strike!

POOCH: I hit the fence. - That's right.

Tough shit!

Right here is a strike zone. HOWARD: Right.

You're right. - Not here.

Not there. HOWARD: Shut up!

Now get in the box. POOCH: Grow the fuck up.

- Shut up! - Check him.

Check him.

HOWARD: Strike! ARTHUR: Nice!

HOWARD: Get the ball.

That was a ball. HOWARD: Arthur, Arthur.

No, you get the ball. HOWARD: Arthur!

Hey, right here.

If you throw this in the fucking strike zone, this is all you--

HOWARD: Shut up! Get in the box!

You can't throw a fucking strike--

HOWARD: Ah, you fucking crybaby. MAN: [laughs]

Do the blow. Do the blow.

MAN: Hey! - All right, this is it.

This is it. ARTHUR: Come on.

Come on. - Go on.

Throw a fucking strike. HOWARD: Shut up!

In the box!

He gave the changeup.

He didn't know what to do with it.

POOCH: Not here. Not here.

He did throw at the strike, D

HOWARD: He didn't know what to do.

POOCH: Come on. HOWARD: Ready?

All right, ready? Let's go.

Right here. Throw me one right here, baby.

Come on.

You got this.

ARTHUR: Oh. MAN: Did you see that?

POOCH: You shit! - Bye-bye, bally.

- I didn't mean to do it. - Oh.

[grunting] - Come on, you little bitch.

I'm going to get me a soda, OK, you guys?

See you soon, loco.

[grunting]

POOCH: Artie, get me a seltzer, will you?

ARTHUR: All right, all right.

Get me a dry martini.

Man.

[grunting]

All right. HOWARD: Now, here it is, Pooch.

POOCH: All right.

This is what's left of our old neighborhood.

You know what?

This is what your system gave my old man back.

He worked his ass off.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

Hey, Arthur, where's my seltzer?

What, did you go to Alaska?

[eerie music]

Get down, Artie!

[gunshots]

[shouting]

God fucking damn!

I'll kill you!

Yeah, fuck that motherfucker.

[gunshots]

He's coming for [mumbles].

Shoot 'em, Pooch.

Shoot 'em.

[metal clanging]

Let him go!

[gunshots] Get him.

Get him.

Go.

You won't forget this, motherfucker!

Come on!

[tires screech]

[grunting]

Fucking right.

[shouting]

All right, all right, all right!

[shouting]

OK. All right.

Put your hands down. Put your hands down.

POOCH: OK, OK, OK! HOWARD: All right!

All right! All right!

Fuck!

Don't you fucking get it?

Just shut the fuck up. - OK, OK, all right.

Don't try to do shit. Just shut up!

- OK. - Got it?

[siren wailing]

DETECTIVE: I'm getting very fucking tired of this shit.

And he's getting very fucking impatient because you're

not saying a fucking thing!

An innocent bystander got killed because of you.

Does that bother you?

Because it bothers me a lot.

And you're in a world of shit now, Poochia.

Poochie.

Poo-fucking-chini.

You and your buddy are over, like Rockitt's boys.

You're king for a day in the drug world

and your fucking day is over.

And you were just a fucking joker!

[door opens]

How's it going?

DETECTIVE: Hey, Lieutenant.

I had enough of his crap.

Do you want to ask him a fucking question?

I tell you what.

Why don't you let Captain Reineke

and me have an old fashioned talk with our friend here?

DETECTIVE: It's fine with me.

Hey, douchebag, you know the good cop, bad cop routine?

We were the good cop.

[door slams shut]

Your boys play pretty rough here.

MCCONE: There was nothing I could do.

What happened?

Rockitt, amateur hit, civilian got killed.

MCCONE: These guys are animals down there.

You can't tease an animal.

REINEKE: All right, so it was good for your rep, right?

Yeah, but it almost looked real.

Oh, you're getting cold feet?

No.

I don't know.

Look, we can arrange for you to go back to Salt Lake.

I hear those Mormon judges love to max out dirty cops.

Don't call me a dirty cop, McCone.

Look, the truth of the matter is they don't

like cowboys out west anymore.

Now, you tried running a big city game on those pie faces,

and they nailed you.

You can just thank your lucky stars that I was

buddies with your commander.

Look, we are the best thing that

ever fucking happened to you.

You play by the rules for once in your life,

you get out clean.

You fuck up.

And the Captain here sends you back.

And you do hard time.

Deal says Baines gets a plea bargain, right?

REINEKE: The deal is you deliver the goods.

Big Boy Baines is the worst kind of a piece of shit.

And it should be a pleasure to bust him.

POOCH: Yeah?

If you were in my shoes, would you

be busting your best friend?

Excuse me.

But I thought you were a cop.

A cop upholds his country's laws, whether it's his best

friend or his fucking mother.

I thought you understood that.

Yeah, well, if I didn't think that,

I would have never joined the force, huh?

MCCONE: Oh, I'm overwhelmed here.

[laughs]

All right, you're on your way.

You work directly with Lieutenant McCone here.

He's the best fucking man I have in the whole city.

Now, together, you two are going to help me clean up

that shithole down in the Vale.

That's the deal.

POOCH: Yes, sir.

All right, let's get him out of here in some half-assed

gun possession charge.

Fuck this!

Pissing it up for life, you worthless piece of shit.

TERRY: Hi-ya, Pop.

That fucking prick actually comes to me

telling me he wants to deal.

I love it.

What's your boy say, Terry?

TERRY: Just that big boy Baines wants to take over the vale he

wants to make a deal with you.

TOMMY: So I play him along.

I tell him to deliver the goods, sit back, and boom, boom.

Everything in a neat little package.

Sure we could trust him?

Look, Tommy, this guy fell into my lap like a gift

from God.

If he fucks up, he goes to prison.

No one gets hurt here. It's perfect.

Trust me.

He fucks up, he ain't going to prison.

He does good, he still ain't going to prison.

That's up to you.

That's right Nobody believes that I could tame the Vale.

You know, I have a lot riding on this plan of yours, Terry.

Hey, Terry, Tony, and Tommy, the three Ts.

[party music]

[chatter]

Hey.

[chatter]

Hold it!

[tires screech]

Oh!

Fuck's going on here?

Come on, boys.

Let's go.

[grunting] [tires screech]

Fuck that job, man.

You fucked up, I didn't do nothing.

Yeah?

Oh, boy, did you fuck up.

No, man, I didn't do nothing.

I was coming to see you guys tomorrow.

Yeah, but $1 short and a day late, young man.

Listen, I swear, I was coming to see you.

I'm going to make a deal, man.

I hear you guys are squaring shit.

Yeah, I'm fucking square. I was here with Poochie.

Yeah, yeah, like a couple of cubes.

That's right.

Listen, please, I wouldn't lie to you.

Yeah, well, neither were we. You're fucking dead, OK?

You are dead. - Oh, please, man.

HOWARD: No, that's it.

ROCKITT: Please, I'll do what you want.

You know what?

I want you to get your fucking ass up there right now,

be a fucking man now.

Get up there!

All right, you fucking faggot? Get up there.

He's a fucking lard ass up here.

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Oh.

Come on, motherfucker.

JUANITO: Hurry up.

Goddammit.

HOWARD: Come on.

Stand up!

Be a man!

POOCH: You thought he was a tough guy, huh?

ROCKITT: Please, man, just--

[sobs]

OK.

Now, the way I see it, you got two choices.

One, Juanito blows whatever fucking

little brains you got out of that goddamn bowling

ball-looking head.

Two, you take a flying leap.

That's my favorite.

What do you think, huh, Poochie? - Come on.

Hurry up.

I got a fucking date.

Please just--

Hey, Rockitt, you want to play like a big man?

You want to kill like a big man, you got to die like a big man.

(SOBBING) Oh, god.

Mama, please.

Ain't no god or mama down there, motherfucker.

Hey, do me a favor, man.

Just move a little bit, so I can shoot your fucking sorry ass.

Tired of this shit. [gun cocks]

JUANITO: Come on.

Jump!

[screams] Oh, shit.

Fuck, man.

[laughs]

Clean up your pants, little boy, all right?

Come see me in the morning by yourself.

[sobbing]

[gentle music]

You-- [chuckles] you drink a lot?

No.

(WHISPERS) Are you asking questions again?

What, these aren't normal questions?

All right, all right, I'll stop.

[laughs] I hear the fettuccine here is delicious.

You ready to order?

Yeah, yeah, OK.

Yeah.

I got it.

I got it.

OK, why don't you bring some seafood and vegetarian

antipasto and then a little fettuccine

and seafood marinara.

WAITER: Sure.

Excuse Me.

Is that OK?

Fine.

Thank you.

I don't know if I'm that hungry, though.

That's OK.

Just eat what you want.

[sighs] I'm glad you came here and met me tonight.

[chuckles] Is that dirt on your hands from your meeting?

Oh.

[laughs] I was working on my car.

I thought I got it all off.

I guess I didn't.

Hey, Dave, what are you doing here?

Tony.

Tommy?

[laughs] Tommy, this is Big Boy Baines' partner,

Dave Bouchier.

Tommy and Tisio.

Pleasure to meet you.

This is my friend, Eva Johnson.

Eva Johnson, hmm.

Always love to see beautiful, young girls like you

on our street.

Everything good here?

Yeah.

Pepe, bottle of wine for this table on me.

Thank you.

That's very generous of you.

My pleasure.

You'll have to come by and we'll talk one day.

Very nice to meet you, Eva.

You'll have to come by too.

Please excuse us.

Yeah.

What a disgusting, gross pig.

[chuckles]

Here you go.

Let me bring you some beautiful appetizers.

OK? It's on me.

Yeah, thanks.

What did you say you did?

[wine pouring]

I can't remember.

[music playing]

[laughs] Oh.

[laughter]

Guess you went off your program.

I guess you were hungry.

You know, I haven't been this drunk in a long time.

[laughs]

EVA: Feel OK?

Yeah.

Mm.

What do we do now?

What'd you have in mind?

[music playing]

Oh, you're such a beauty.

[panting]

[laughs] (IMITATES TOMMY) Mm, Eva Johnson.

It's always nice to see a beautiful girl like you

on the street.

I hate that.

Don't say that.

[grunting] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[panting]

Yes.

- Right there, baby. - Hold it, hold it, hold it.

- What? - Hold it.

What?

Oh, I don't know you.

What?

What's going on?

[drawer opens]

This is what's going on.

I knew that.

[laughs] I mean, you're right.

It's like picking your nose with a mitten, so you know.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[moaning]

I'll make it nice for you.

Oh, that's a nice way to put it on.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Now I'd love to.

[romantic music]

[moaning]

Look at your eyes.

Look at that.

[gasping]

It's beautiful.

[panting]

[moaning]

[laughs] What's Idaho like?

Uh, I don't know.

Well, I--

That's where you're from.

No, it's not.

I'm from Montana.

You said you were from Idaho.

Uh-uh.

Did you grow up around here?

Yeah, over River Street.

Can't imagine what it would be like to be a kid around here.

Definitely a lot of ways to get in trouble.

I imagine.

What do you do with that gun?

Protect myself.

I hate guns.

So do I.

Why do you hate them?

Somebody always gets shot.

Can I see yours?

No.

Please.

No, no, no.

Just let me feel it.

I've never felt one before.

Let me touch it. - Come on.

Why do you want to look at a gun for?

You're a woman. What's wrong with you?

Please.

Pretty please.

Pretty please.

Pretty please.

Pretty please.

[chuckles] [sighs]

This is definitely not a toy.

You understand?

[chuckles] OK.

Oh, sorry.

Heavy.

What is this, a magnum?

9 millimeter.

Hm.

Mmm, I like the way it smells.

OK, give it back.

Why?

Are you afraid?

Come on, Eva.

Give it back.

Give me the gun.

Mm.

You were not afraid of me before.

Come on. Give me the gun.

What are you--

You know what?

Guns are all about power, right?

[chuckles]

This is turning you on.

You turn me on.

It's weird to think that somebody

could get killed with it.

OK, give me the gun back.

Come on.

Come on.

Give me the gun back!

I want you to go down on me.

You don't have to hold a gun to my head.

Oh.

Little girl.

OK.

What about Cobra, man?

No, man.

It's a negative image.

We tried something like that uptown.

The sales went down 40%.

What, so it's on the names?

Are you kidding?

It's all market.

See, Top Gun, I like him.

People know him.

[door opens]

Someone's here.

What are you doing here?

I'm the lookout.

No, you ain't.

Go home.

Man, he a Chinese.

Let him in, bro.

Then beat it.

I like Top Gun.

You see that man?

We working together just like you said.

Top Gun.

[music playing]

[chatter, laughter]

[radio playing dance music]

POOCH: Hey, Big Boy!

[laughs]

Ooh.

Get up here.

Hey, Big Boy, this is Eva.

Big Boy Baines.

Hi.

Oh. - Oh.

- [laughs] - That crazy.

You guys couldn't wait?

Ah, no, she dropped her keys somewhere.

Don't worry about it.

Get out of here.

- Where are we going? - To the movies, baby.

Which one? POOCH: I don't know.

Just go uptown.

Your girl's a hooker.

She's not.

She's a model.

Oh, yeah, what is she model?

Rubber underwear? - Shut up, asshole.

I happen to like her.

Yeah, I like her too.

I'm just saying she ain't no angel.

Yeah, so?

Yeah, so.

So?

Look at-- oh, my god.

Don't tell me.

This is going to be like Diana stripper, huh?

Oh, I love you so much.

Can you drop this shit, man?

No, look, don't lose focus on me, all right?

I know you, man.

You're going to leave me out on a limb again.

You think I'm stupid, huh?

No, I think--

I think that you get silly, all right?

Just fucking bone this chick a couple of

and I'd be done with it. - Shut up.

Here she comes.

Yeah, all right.

My kind of girl.

Give me got all that junk you got there.

Mm-mm.

Oh, oh.

Oh, ooh, I got you.

All right.

You can't watch a movie without these things.

Mm, yeah.

Sorry, I took so long.

So have you ever tried chocolate with popcorn before?

Delicious.

You want some?

- I got my own stuff. - Oh.

- [laughs] What kind you prefer? - Rice cake.

- [laughs] - I'm pathetic.

I'm pathetic. Look at this.

Wipe that chocolate off your fucking face, you slob.

Oh, fuck out of here, tofu boy.

[coughs]

[music playing]

Where are we going now?

Oh, I'm going to drop you two off.

I'm going home to sleep.

No, I don't want to go home.

It's too depressing.

Let's go to your place.

There's not enough room for all of us, baby.

There's more room than my place.

Yeah, but Big Boy needs his beauty sleep.

[laughs]

Then drop me off here because I'm not going home.

Drop me off, Big Boy.

Come on, Eva.

What are you two, gay or something?

Well, he does have a cute, little butt.

- [laughs] - I'm serious.

Drop me off here!

What's wrong with you?

We're having a good time.

Not anymore.

So Jesus, why don't you just lighten

up a little bit, you know?

I don't care what you do.

I just don't want to go back to my prison cell.

Wow.

Hey, uh, oh.

This place is swank.

HOWARD: Eva, look, I'm going to go to bed.

Why don't you two guys, you know--

No, don't go to bed.

Have a beer with us.

(WHISPERS) She got you.

You get away with an awful lot because you're cute, don't you?

He's funny.

He's stupid.

You're uptight.

No, I'm not.

[tv playing]

This is the good part.

EVA: Nice.

Yeah, yeah, it's getting nicer by the second.

Hey!

Easy.

That's my best friend down there.

Easy, baby.

Holy shit.

I was wondering where you got your nickname.

'Cause I'm tall, baby.

I think I'm going to hit the rack now.

[laughs]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no.

Come on. Stay up.

With you?

Yeah, stay up.

I'm not-- I'm not in this.

This ain't right, man.

No, no, no.

Aww, this ain't right.

Could you stay it up?

What is wrong?

You staying up, Poochie.

Not this.

[sighs] Nothing is right.

Whatever you want to do.

That's why the world is so fucked up.

[chuckles] And what do you do for a living?

I don't know.

I don't like this.

Enjoy life.

Come here.

I want you both to love me.

Mm.

Put your head up.

You don't-- you don't have to touch if you don't want to.

- I know. - Thank god.

[chuckling]

Oh.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

That's right.

See, this feels nice.

Mm-hmm.

[gasping] Oh.

It was "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."

No, he was not in that.

No, no, That was Eli fucking--

- He's not in it! - Yes.

M-O-V-I-E.

[shushing] This game is not fun.

I don't know these movies.

I haven't seen any of them.

What's the matter, Eva.

They didn't have no movie theaters in Montana, hm?

I'm from North Dakota.

Oh, my god.

This woman is from more states than any place or anybody I've

ever met in my entire life.

As a military brat.

Oh.

Oh.

You don't like it.

All right, all right, come on, TV shows.

You always play games after you fuck, Big Boy?

Sure.

[laughs]

Oh, god.

Well, how long have you guys known each other?

Oh, god.

How long, Poochie?

I don't know.

First grade, Mrs. Greg. I don't know.

Mrs. Greg, yeah, that's right.

I had her-- I had her-- what?

Jeez, I failed twice.

And then we met in the first grade.

Hey, your armpit's in my head.

Oh, well, I wish I had some old friends.

Yeah, me too.

Then I got Poochie.

Hey, come on.

I'm trying to sleep, idiot.

Oh, come on.

Did you guys want to be drug dealers

even in the first grade?

Hey, Eva.

Do you always talk so much after you fuck?

No.

I never do.

You're right.

Maybe we should all just mind our own business.

And I should just shut up, right?

Oh, come on.

What are you talk-- come on.

You don't have to shut up.

I don't care what you guys do.

So you can go fuck yourselves.

Oh, come on.

(BIG VOICE) Come on, baby.

Get back here.

Get back here.

EVA: Don't.

Come here.

No, I got to have a booking in the morning.

I can't stay here.

Oh, come on, Eva.

I didn't mean anything.

Listen, nobody did anything, OK?

I just have to leave.

It was real fun.

It was a real fantasy.

Come on.

Don't.

Just--

I want you to stay.

No, you don't. He doesn't.

I do.

I just was busting you like you bust me.

Come on. I'm sorry.

Come on. Come on.

He wants you to stay. I want you to stay.

We want you to spend the night together.

Come on.

We want-- we want you to stay with us.

Come on.

Please.

Mmm, I have my-- my booking in the morning.

Well, we got to wake up early too.

Come on.

You spend the night with us, please, please, please.

Please? - OK.

OK.

But I have to go to the bathroom.

All right, it's right in there.

But I'll be right back.

OK.

Ah.

(WHISPERING) This girl is fucking trouble.

Yeah, so are you.

No, I mean it.

They caught me off-guard.

But what I'm trying to get this fucking neighborhood--

Don't worry about it. It's going to be all right.

Do I look like I can't get her?

Arthur, come over here.

Hey, Pooch, you going to work out?

Yeah, I'm going to work you out.

Why don't you go home with your mother or something?

'Cause I don't want to go home.

Yeah, why is that?

Because my mom's a bitch.

Bitch?

I'll smack you if you talk like that about your mother, punk.

Get out of here.

Yeah, well, I'm the shit.

No, you're not.

Get out of this place, man.

Go home.

What's up with you?

Listen, little kids are bad for business.

Little kids should be in school.

Now, get out of here.

Yeah, well, Diaz said--

You seen him around here?

I run the show now.

Get out of here.

I don't-- why?

New policy around here-- no kids.

You got three seconds to get out of here, man.

1--

Because my mom--

--2.

I'll go work for Priest then.

I hear that, I'll whack the ball to you!

Get out of here.

You always too slow!

[grunts]

Minors, man, they're a liability.

We've got to protect ourselves, you know.

Not what it sounded like to me.

What it sound like to you?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Just got a message, man.

Looks like our friend, Tommy the Cow,

he wants to have a sit down with us.

[laughs]

Mm, mm, mm.

Delicious, huh?

It's great.

Oh, what's the matter, Dave?

You're not hungry?

He doesn't eat meat.

Oh.

[laughs]

There we go, another health nut.

You know, my nephew doesn't eat meat.

Got AIDS.

[laughs]

POOCH: I don't think it's related.

You don't, huh?

Hey, I'm only joking around.

Your partner's a little high strung, you know.

No good for business.

Keeps me lean and mean, Tommy.

You're mean, huh?

Hey, how's that gorgeous, young girl you

brought around the other night?

She a hooker? - Ah, you shit.

HOWARD: Tommy, no, come on. Hey, come on.

Come on. Sit down.

Come on.

That's not a nice thing to say.

Hey, Tony.

I think they're both fucking her.

Hey, look.

Don't think you can talk to me that way just because I--

No, don't you fucking think you can come

around here offering me a deal.

You know how many of you there are out there?

You guys are nothing.

You don't even exist to us.

You take over a couple of $0.05 and $0.10 stores,

insult a couple of bums.

Hey, listen, cut the shit, all right?

You guys can't walk south the first street.

You're dinosaurs.

I'm offering you a deal.

Work with us, everyone makes money.

Everything is nice and safe.

If not, we control the Vale anyway.

I live there.

You get nothing.

Let's go, Pooch.

Hey.

You got guts, you guys.

More than I could say for any of the other pretenders out there.

And that's good.

That's good.

OK, here's my offer.

You show me that you can deliver this Mr. Priest outfit,

and we do business.

Deal?

Deal.

TOMMY: OK, now let's sit down and eat.

When I invite somebody for lunch, I expect them to eat.

You people have got no manners.

It's like I said, it's a different world

out there, Tommy.

And I don't like to be insulted, Baines.

Just remembering that shithole neighborhood of yours,

you may not think so.

But we still own the system.

We created it.

You try fucking me, and I'll rip your guts out

and string it across the Vale.

[music playing]

Cut! Cut.

That was great.

I loved it.

Great work. Get it?

[applause]

All right, so now we move inside.

So how are you doing, Tony?

Doing OK?

Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.

All right, let's get inside.

All right, pick up the car phone.

You get this mic working?

All right, now, I want you to look real sexy.

Her tits in the shot?

OK.

Say the line.

Call me at 555-G-I-R-L. I'm waiting for you.

No, no, say the line again.

Make it sexy.

Call me at 555-G-I-R-L. I'm waiting for you.

DIRECTOR: What the fuck is that?

Come on.

These guys out here, they're going to want to fuck you.

Now make it sexy.

Call me at 555-G-I-R-L. Call me at 555-G-I-R-L.

Call me at 555-G-I-R-L.

No, no, cut, cut.

All right, now, you know what?

I'm thinking.

Maybe you should show some tit.

Touch your pussy or something.

I'm not doing that.

Hey, lose the attitude, sweetheart.

You want to work in commercials, you

better listen to your director.

Fuck you.

Hey, you can't talk to me like that.

I'm the director.

Let me out of here.

You got a contract with me, you little bitch.

Shove it up your ass!

[applause]

Maybe we should just be satisfied with what we got.

All right, he's scaring you too.

All right, look, if he didn't want this,

they would have killed us on the spot.

I'm not scared.

I just don't understand why you want

to do business with this guy.

He's right, Pooch. They are the system.

We do need them.

Look, with their organization, we can clean it up down here.

We get rid of the fucking bullets

flying, the craziness, killing the kids.

Then we provide the goods to the people who need them, man.

What is with you?

What is wrong with you?

Just wish we had something else to sell.

That's all.

Aww, well, that's sweet, Poochie.

Why don't you go buy yourself a little ice cream truck.

- I'm just talking. - Yeah, I know.

And I heard this shit before.

Next thing I know, you're out in fucking Utah, man.

Thanks a lot!

I don't know why I thought I could count

on you this time anyway, man.

You know, you came back.

I took you in.

We were going to be partners on everything.

And now the same fucking shit, Pooch!

I don't have time for this.

Now, are you in or out? - I'm in, man.

I just don't think you got all the right answers, Ho.

That's all. - Oh, and you do?

OK, I'm open.

How do we nail a Priest?

Piss him off, man.

Bring him to us.

Why don't we just kill him?

'Cause somebody would just take his place.

Shit's old, man.

Eva.

Eva. HOWARD: Hey.

Hi.

What the hell happened to you?

Well, it was really funny.

It looks hilarious.

I was shooting this commercial.

And--

What, for a whorehouse?

No.

Shut up.

It was a big national beer commercial.

And I was playing a bad girl, you know,

with a detective and stuff.

And there was all these cameras and makeup people

and all these crowds watching it.

It was really fun.

So we shot the commercial.

And the director loved me.

He said that he wanted to take me home in his limo.

And I said, you know, sure, because he's a big deal guy.

And then he's going on and on and on about what a big star

that I can be.

And I say, OK.

And then all of a sudden, he practically jumps on me.

And it was really funny because he's--

I'm running around the limo like a nut.

And he's chasing me like a dog.

And finally, at a light, I jump out.

And you know-- but then, he's apologizing like crazy.

And I say, fuck you because I'm walking right now.

POOCH: Who is this guy?

I'll shove his head up his ass.

Who is he?

I like that you're being so protective

and everything, Poochie.

But I took care of it myself.

HOWARD: Sounds a little whack to me.

POOCH: Real nice business here, Aunt Eva.

Come on.

Let's go have some fun someplace.

- We get to work. - Good.

I'll help you. - No, no.

We'll meet you later.

Go upstairs.

Why are you two so afraid that I'm

going to find out what you do?

I mean, haven't you think I've seen a drug dealer before?

Hey, don't say that about me again, OK?

Hey, baby, just go upstairs.

We'll meet you for Chinese later.

Fuck you, man.

I got a date later.

I mean, you two lowlives are fucking

that I-- you know, lucky that I fucking speak to you.

You understand me?

Lucky I speak to you.

POOCH: It's your fault. Look at her.

I think somebody's going to jump on her, man.

HOWARD: I'll get her. I'll get her.

- Hey. - What?

What?

You like her now, don't you?

- What, are you crazy? - Just tell me.

I can handle it. You like her, don't you?

Oh, she's a nut. She's a nut like you.

- Tell me! - Hey, you're obsessed.

Don't you think you're a little obsessed?

I told you not to get involved in the first place, all right?

We don't need this craziness right now.

She lies like a fricking rug.

Just let her walk away.

I can't. I'm going after.

You stay here.

She's a fucking fruitcake like you, Pooch.

Shut up.

Come on.

Ah, Jesus fucking Christ.

POOCH: Eva!

[music playing]

What's the story?

Tommy wants us to bring him Priest.

Why don't we make a move now?

Because everyone gets out the next day.

That's the whole point of this.

Yo, I've been in it a long time.

Are you crapping out on me now?

You're telling me without Priest, we don't get Tommy.

This has to be big, Poochie.

Baines alone doesn't mean shit to me.

What if I told you I can have a meeting between all of them?

Can we move now?

If you can deliver all these guys in one place,

I'm ready with a fucking battalion.

But you have to say the word.

I think I can do it.

Is Reineke on top of this?

I don't make a move without his knowing.

Look, now, you just stay focused.

Set up this meeting.

We'll take over. You got to do it.

It's terrific.

I'll get you all the backup you need.

Don't worry so much.

You've got to trust us.

Yeah.

I don't know, Big Boy.

I don't feel right about this, man, neither does Rockitt.

Pooch is a strange guy.

He always was.

I mean, that's it then.

What?

Look, I don't mean no disrespect, all right?

But when somebody this close to you like that, you got no--

what do you call it?

No perspective.

I mean, think about it.

What the fuck was he doing out west for four years?

He chased some pussy out there he

met the Navy, ran a few scams.

He's a dreamer, you know.

He's smart.

You guys stay in touch?

Yeah, a little.

We spoke now and then, you know.

Then out of the blue, he just shows up.

Hey, Big Boy, I'm back. What's up, man?

Is that what it is?

Look, Pooch might be a weirdo.

But if my back's against the wall, I want him right there.

Now, he's my partner, OK, J?

He'd never fuck me.

It'd be cool if I keep an eye on him, right?

That's your decision, pal.

[music playing]

Mm.

Oh, god.

[moans] Hey.

[panting]

Yeah.

Come on, man. Come on.

Blow it up, man. - I hear--

MAN: Hurry up. - Oh, fuck!

[explosion]

POOCH: Go, go, go, go.

Sure did.

Where's Priest?

I don't-- I don't know, man.

He ain't here. - Yeah, yeah.

MAN: Not here. POOCH: Get over there!

Get the stuff.

Get the stuff.

- OK. - What the fuck, man?

Shut up!

- Shut up, man. - Sit down!

Fuck!

Stupid motherfuckers--

Hey, hey, what the fuck did you just say?

- Motherfuckers. - What is he saying?

He called us stupid motherfuckers.

Is that what he said? - Yeah, yeah.

That's what I thought he said.

Hey, look, nobody fucking talks to us like that and

gets away with it, right?

No, man.

Pooch, kill this guy.

- What? - Come on.

Hurry up. Kill him.

And let's get the fuck out of here.

Come on, man. Priest will get the message.

Look at this fucking guy.

Hey, shut the fuck up, all right?

I can get him the messages for him.

Nobody do shit like that, all right?

Nobody.

Hey, who the fuck you talking to?

Fine, you know what?

I'll kill this fucking bum. [gun cocks]

No, no, no, no. POOCH: Come on man.

Look at this fucking guy. Come on.

Come on, man. - No, no, no, no.

I thought this is what we wanted to stop.

JUANITO: Come on! - Come on, man.

MAN: [sobbing] Come on, man!

Oh!

No, no, no!

Fuck!

MAN: No.

POOCH: What are you doing?

Jesus.

POOCH: Come on.

Look at this shit.

Come on, man.

Oh!

Now Priest got our message.

Special delivery.

[imitating monkey]

Don't.

[imitating monkey]

Oh, my god.

Turn this shit off.

Poochie.

[laughs] Come on, girl.

We're listening to that.

I'm going to sleep on the couch.

Oh, come on.

What are you being in a grumpy--

- Shut up. - Hey, come on.

Don't tell her to shut up.

Yeah, what are you going to do?

[laughs]

Come on, Eva.

Just let him go.

Fuck you, bitch.

[imitates monkey]

What's the matter, Poochie?

You know what's the matter.

No, I don't.

We're a team.

I'm not on a team, all right?

I hate playing this shit.

Oh, that's it, huh?

Well, fuck you then.

Fuck you.

Can the tantrum, all right?

It's getting a little old, isn't it?

Who's throwing the tantrum?

You're throwing a tantrum!

Fuck you! Get out of here.

Ow.

How dare you hit me?

Fuck you, you little baby.

Get you're fucking--

Ow!

God-- ow!

Get your fucking hands off.

No, you fuck--

Fuck are you doing, Pooch, hurting her.

Come on. EVA: Ow!

[grunting]

[screams]

POOCH: Come on, motherfucker.

Come on!

EVA: Oh, shit. [glass shatters]

Fuck.

Stop it!

Stop it!

[upbeat jazz playing]

Stop it, Big Boy!

Poochie, stop!

Stop it!

You guys are really fucked!

[grunts]

EVA: Damn it!

I'm going to call the police.

Stop it!

Stop it!

[grunting]

What are you doing?

Stop it!

[grunts]

EVA: [screaming]

[grunting]

Poochie.

Poochie!

Big Boy!

Oh.

EVA: Stop it.

Stop it.

HOWARD: You're no shit.

[panting]

Come on you.

You come with me.

No.

No?

No!

I hope you two are happy together.

Yeah, go on.

Get the fuck out of here.

[music playing]

Fuck him.

You guys, fuck you.

You're sick.

So I'm sick.

He's your best friend.

Fuck him.

It's my fault, right?

It doesn't matter, does it?

No, it is, isn't it?

I did it.

I'm fucked up.

No.

I can't take it.

I can't take it!

Baby.

Baby, listen.

Let me go.

Look at me.

Look at me.

No.

Look at me.

You don't know what I'm going through.

I don't want to share you.

It's not right.

I can't do it.

I can't do it, baby.

No one's sharing me.

I'm sharing you too.

Don't you get it?

You get half, I get two.

Why are you like this?

I'm not like anything.

Haven't you got anything in here at all for me?

Anything?

You're a nice guy, Pooch.

Yeah?

Yeah.

What?

Do I love you?

I don't know you.

You don't know me. We eat.

We have fun.

We fuck.

For me, that's as close to love as I can get and maybe you too.

- That's not right. - Really?

You and your best friend just beat

the shit out of each other.

You think that's normal?

And you sell drugs to people.

I don't.

EVA: You think I'm a moron?

I'm a cop.

Fine, some cop.

Think that's going to make me love you?

You are what you are.

And I am what I am.

And I'm going home.

Goodbye.

Don't.

Don't do that.

What are we going to do, Eva?

Who knows? You're a cop.

I'm Marilyn Monroe.

We can do anything.

Hey! [tires screech]

Eva!

[music playing]

[sighs]

Hey, Arthur, how are you doing?

You been at school?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[music playing]

Ah.

Oh.

[explosion, glass shatter]

[car alarms beeping]

You little fuck!

What's wrong with you, you stupid motherfucker?

Shit!

Look at what you did to my fucking gym!

Arthur!

JUANITO: [shouting] They tried to kill me.

Motherfucker! - Arthur.

JUANITO: He went with Priest, man.

POOCH: Get out of here! JUANITO: Fuck you!

Arthur?

Arthur.

JUANITO: Fuck with me now.

Come on.

JUANITO: Goddamn!

[shouting in spanish]

[screams]

Shut the fuck up!

He tried to kill me!

Fuck you looking at, huh?

No!

No!

[sentimental music]

[siren wailing]

Listen, we got the Top Gun.

Now, why the hell we need to fuck around anymore?

We don't need Priest or the fucking mafia.

Oh, you know what?

Hey, see, I didn't know this was a fucking democracy.

This isn't a fucking goddamn democracy!

Does anybody want to get the fuck out of here?

You want to get out, motherfuck--

You want out? You want out?

Hey, hey, hey.

Get your fucking stanky ass out of fucking town!

[glass shatters]

What's going on here?

Where you been?

Taking care of business.

That's a bunch of bullshit, man, all right?

He's just pissed off because his boy, Arthur, died, right?

Well, you know what?

That little motherfucker worked for Priest.

And he tried to kill me.

Fuck you. HOWARD: All right.

Come on. HOWARD: All right, all right.

- Bastard. - All right.

- Come on! - All right, come on.

Come on! Come on!

All right!

POOCH: What are you going to do, huh?

I came in here 'cause me and Big Boy

got to do something different than everybody

killing everybody.

Then we're going to run a business.

Make some money!

Some of you assholes, you don't understand that.

You just straight punks.

That's all you're ever going to be.

Yeah, I'm hurt because Arthur died.

He's a fucking kid.

If this is the way it's going to be, you just tell me, man.

I'll be on my way.

I get this fucking accident at a nursery school.

HOWARD: All right, all right. - Fuck you!

HOWARD: All right, you heard the man, OK?

We stick to the plan or you go your own fucking separate way!

You get that away from me.

All right, all right.

Yeah, Juanito says I shouldn't trust you.

I told him you're my best friend.

Yeah, well, I rang his bell.

Yeah.

Can I trust you, Pooch?

What do you think?

I think this girl has fucked us up, you know.

I knew this shit.

She made you crazy.

Me, huh?

Yeah.

Me, huh?

Fucking, fucking, fucking shit.

You're a fucking lunatic, man.

Man, just leave me alone, all right?

You don't trust me.

You don't fucking trust me.

You stood by watching that asshole waste

that poor fucking guy shitting in his pants.

You did nothing, man.

You know how I feel about that shit.

What'd you do out in Utah, man, for three years?

I joined the CIA.

- Oh, this is serious, Dave. - I told you.

I want to know.

I told you.

I met a girl.

I chased her out there.

She dumped me.

I went around with some low lives.

And we ran scams on the Mormons.

It was good for a while.

It got hot.

I missed my fucking home, OK?

That's it?

I swear on my life.

All right.

I just needed you to tell me, all right?

I don't want you seeing her anymore.

Yeah, well, I don't think either of us

should see her anymore, OK?

I'm serious.

So am I, pal.

I met her first! You understand that?

Fuck off, man! Calm down, all right?

- I am calm. - Good.

Now, listen to me.

Will you listen?

Look, listen, whatever you're into, fine, OK?

But you and I are into some shit right now, the two of us.

Now let's just fucking stay focused

and get through this fucking thing, man.

We have got the tigers by the tail.

Now, come on.

Stay with me and stay sharp.

You and Eva can ride off into the sunset

or whatever you want to do, OK?

Fine.

Good.

Good.

All right.

All right.

[music playing]

MAN: Come on.

Come on.

[gun clicks]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, man.

Deliveries to you, right?

Closed for business.

[music playing]

[whispering]

$45 each.

[gun clicks]

HOWARD: Don't move, homie.

Get Priest on the phone.

Come on, moron.

Come on!

[keypad beeping]

How are you doing, Priest?

Yeah, it's your good friend, Pooch.

Going to talk like that?

Yeah, yeah, you can hit us.

And then will hit you.

And then you hit us and blah, blah, blah.

And so no one's doing any business.

Everybody's dead.

Yeah, so my partners and I, we'd like to have a little

sit down with you.

Ah, you know, everybody gets smart.

Stop all this commotion.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Everybody gets a piece of the pie.

Yeah, except my friends are very serious.

And they've been around a long time.

Now, you just let us know.

The fuck is-- give me that.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Get the fuck out of here.

[music playing]

Hey.

Hi.

How are you?

I ain't been doing too good the last couple of days.

How about you?

You look great in that dress.

Thanks.

I had a great modeling gig the other day.

For what?

You know, runway stuff.

I missed you a lot.

You did?

You know I did.

I missed you too.

Really?

Yeah.

I'm sorry if I come on too strong on you.

I never felt this way about a girl before.

Woman.

Woman before.

I'm sorry if I acted mean.

It's OK.

Thanks.

Come on.

Tell me what you've been doing.

Lots of stuff, you know, meetings, deals.

[sighs] Lots of stuff's going to change real soon.

Like what?

Just things.

Tell me.

I can't.

Jesus.

Pooch, what does that mean?

Dang stuff, you can't--

you want a relationship with me, and you

can't even tell me what you do?

Just give me a couple of weeks, Eva.

Everything's going to change.

No, I want to know now.

Maybe I won't wait a couple of weeks.

You know, maybe you're not as smart as you think.

Maybe people know what you're doing.

What do you mean?

I don't know what I mean.

I just thought that we could talk to each other.

No, no, no, no, no.

Why-- why would you say people know what I'm doing?

What do you mean by that?

What?

What are you talking about?

People know what I'm doing, what are you saying?

Jesus, you're paranoid.

No, you're not telling me, Eva.

Why?

I don't know why.

I said that I just said it!

I knew it was weird that you called me.

EVA: Why is that weird?

Because I'm the one chasing you.

That's why.

You're fucking crazy.

You're really fucking crazy.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Yeah, what are you doing?

Huh?

What are you, a model, actress? Where are you from?

Idaho? Fucking Montana?

What is it?

Maybe you really are a cop.

I didn't think you were dumb enough.

But maybe that's what all this is.

Oh, what is?

What is it you're trying to tell me but you can't?

I'm leaving.

POOCH: I love you, Eva!

Oh!

Bye.

No, no goodbyes.

No goodbyes.

We need each other.

Well, otherwise, what are we going to do?

Just walk around lying to each other

until we drop dead someday in a street corner?

Nobody's going to know who the fuck

we are, just-- just another tombstone

in a city full of dead people.

Listen to me.

Quit walking.

I am a cop.

I could show you my badge but not-- not here.

I'm onto this huge drug bust.

I'm down to the short hairs.

Anybody finds out, I'm dead.

Jesus.

God, you're serious.

What about Big Boy?

He's part of your bust?

You're going to bust your best friend?

They nailed me, Eva.

I wasn't playing by the rules in Utah.

They set me up.

I took the bait.

I thought I could get the job done.

They checked my record.

This guy, McCone, he found out I used to hang out with Big Boy.

And they made a deal with me.

Other than that, I go to prison.

Cops can't go to prison, baby.

Jesus, god, this world is crazy.

[sobs]

I love Big Boy.

But he's selling drugs.

People are dying.

Kids are dying.

I made a deal for him.

Otherwise, he would have went anyway.

I got to go.

I got to go.

That's my story.

Now you tell me yours.

EVA: I don't have one!

Everybody's got one.

EVA: No.

What you see is what you get.

- It's not enough! - Then fuck you!

Fuck you then.

I don't want to ever see your face again.

Don't you dare follow me this time, fucking rat!

Goddammit!

Goddammit!

Goddammit!

Why are you doing this to me?

I'm not doing nothing.

You are.

You know, you are.

They're paying me to watch you and tell

them what you're doing.

Who?

Those Italian guys, Tommy and Tony.

They paid me.

And I said, yes.

And I bought this outfit with it.

Wow.

EVA: [sobs] I don't know what's going on.

POOCH: Shit.

I don't want to tell them anything, Pooch.

I swear.

There's something wrong with me.

I don't know what I did.

Are they going to kill me now?

No, baby, no.

Come here.

Nobody's going to kill you.

You know why?

No.

Because I'm a cop.

It's going to be OK.

Do they know that?

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know, baby.

But it's going to be all right.

It's going to be--

I'm so scared.

What have we done?

No, no, it's going to be OK.

You just tell them everything, OK?

You tell them everything they want except that I'm

a cop, all right?

And then we'll just get the fuck out of here.

We'll go somewhere together, OK?

It's going to be OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Oh, I think I'd like that.

You would?

Yeah.

OK.

OK.

Mm.

[romantic music]

So where are you from?

From Albany.

Albany?

Yeah.

We kind of ran away.

We ready to move or what?

Got Priest but the meeting's going down.

MCCONE: Where?

Sky View Diner, Hell's Bay.

That's good.

That's good.

It's a good remote spot.

That's score.

OK.

OK, this is it.

Look, I need a wire.

MCCONE: No wire.

Hey, this is getting crazy.

I need some protection here.

I'll get the whole diner fucking

wired and videoed up the ass.

A personal wire is too dangerous.

Nobody uses them anymore.

Relax.

You're going to be a hero.

Hey, I don't want to be no fucking hero, man.

I want my ass covered, all right?

I should talk to Reineke.

That's who I should talk to.

MCCONE: Listen, boy, I'm your superior commander.

And you fucking talk to me.

That's how it works in this force.

You understand that?

All right, how's it going to go?

It's simple.

You shut up.

And you let these guys talk.

Everybody implicates themselves.

We get beautiful videos.

My guys are sneaking up the whole time.

They bust everybody. We got pictures.

We got your testimony.

We got downtown in our pocket.

All right, all right.

What about Valenzuela?

Who's that?

Oh, kid, he's Colombian.

He's trying to muscle in. - Wait a minute.

There's a new kid?

I didn't think he was anything at first.

But you know, I can get him in this meeting.

Colombians, you know, could be fruitful, right?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, definitely.

Well, the more, the merrier, huh?

Why not?

OK.

OK, get off here.

[music playing]

MCCONE (ON RECORDING): I'm your superior commander.

And you fucking talk to me.

Hey.

'Sup?

You might want to go get something to eat?

See Eva?

Yeah, I did.

How's she doing?

POOCH: Good.

[somber music]

You know what?

I miss that crazy bitch.

[chuckles]

She misses you too.

Yeah.

POOCH: Guess what?

She's from Albany.

[chuckles]

Albany?

[laughs] Jesus.

I really hope you two get together, Poochie.

Thanks.

You OK?

Yeah.

Just tired, you know.

[sighs]

Big day tomorrow, huh?

Yeah.

HOWARD: Now get some rest.

[sighs] See you in the morning.

[music playing]

[panting]

POOCH: Is everything all right?

I just told Tommy last night that you were

getting ready for some meeting and that you

said it was important.

And that's all.

Good.

[sighs]

He thinks I'm a hooker.

[chuckling]

That I'll do anything for money.

I almost ran away.

I almost-- I was packed.

I almost just got on a bus.

Put it away.

What is it?

It's a tape, and that's a letter.

If you don't hear from me by 3 o'clock,

you deliver that to Captain Reineke, SIC federal building.

And you do it today, OK?

And you don't deliver to anybody but him.

You hear?

You got it?

Reineke, yeah.

Eva?

Yeah.

This could be our only way out of this mess, OK?

OK?

Mm-hmm.

It's going to be all right, OK?

[chatter]

[beeping]

I'll give him two more minutes.

What's he so tense about?

Yeah, he's always that way.

He don't like waiting either.

[water pouring]

HOWARD: Tommy.

Gentlemen.

You're late.

HOWARD: All right, all right.

Why don't you-- Tommy, why don't you sit down?

Would you like some coffee?

TOMMY: Sure, yeah, OK.

HOWARD: Coffee.

Let's get down to business.

OK.

First, I just want to thank you, Tommy, Priest for coming today.

We all know the reason that we're here.

The Vale is a mess.

We're all fighting each other.

Now, look, I'm not here to point a finger or lay any blame.

There have been losses on all sides.

But this fucking anarchy, this craziness has got to stop.

Now, I just think that if we all work together,

we will all benefit from this.

I do just fine.

TOMMY: See?

He does just fine.

Mr. Priest just wants to do fine.

All right, Tommy, what can you offer him?

I'm not offering anything.

This is your meeting.

You tell me.

Hey, uh, is everybody here?

Is somebody missing?

Who were you expecting?

What about this kid, Valenzuela?

HOWARD: Who's Valenzuela?

PRIEST: I never heard the name before in my life.

We're the only players here.

Go on.

HOWARD: OK, I'm talking about organizing the Vale.

PRIEST: No one seems to be saying

what I get out of all this.

TOMMY: This guy's a stubborn motherfucker.

Hey, old man, why don't you just shut up?

[arguing]

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Hey, hey!

Listen, let's just calm down and drink our coffee, OK, guys?

Please, come on, Priest.

Come on.

The fuck's wrong with you, man?

HOWARD: Now, look, let's just have some coffee and talk

like gentlemen, please.

TOMMY: All right, OK, you're right.

First, though, I have to go to the men's room.

Stuck in fucking traffic.

I'll be right back.

[music playing]

Get the fuck-- don't move! Don't move.

Don't move!

Get the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck out of here. - [screams]

Go, go, go!

Hey, what is-- what is this?

Shut the fuck up!

Don't move, Tommy!

HOWARD: Pooch, pooch, what are you doing?

- I told you-- - Shut up!

Shut up! HOWARD: Pooch!

It's a setup, man.

It's a setup.

Get your fucking hand on the table!

What is he talking about?

What the fuck is he talking about?

I'm talking about Valenzuela.

There ain't no fucking Valenzuela.

I made him up!

I told him to McCone.

McCone.

What the fuck is this, Pooch?

Get the fuck out of here, man. Just go.

Keep going.

He's a fucking cop, the fucking weasel fucking cop.

He is.

ROCKITT: Fucking what?

JUANITO: I told you, man.

I told you.

Go, Big Boy, Go!

Now, Pooch, you're a cop?

Huh? - Sure.

He's fucking us all up.

They're going to be here in a few minutes.

POOCH: Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

They set us up, man.

Tommy, McCone, I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm sorry. - So fucking tell me--

POOCH: Get the fuck-- - Goddammit!

Don't fucking tell me this!

Please go.

Please, get the fuck out of here.

Please go. - Do this!

Shoot me fucking now!

Do it, you fucking little pussy!

You fucking lie to me!

Fucking kill us, goddammit!

[distant siren wailing]

Get the fuck out of here.

Please, listen to me, man.

Please go.

You're not going to get very far.

JUANITO: It's a fucking set up!

Shut the fuck up!

[tires screech]

[siren wailing]

Go!

[tires screech]

I'm a cop! I'm a cop!

See?

I'm a cop!

I'm a cop!

See this?

[gunshots, glass breaking]

Top Gun!

Hey, motherfucker!

[gunshots]

Big Boy!

Big Boy!

[gunshot]

Big Boy.

Ah.

Hey, freeze.

[shouting]

McCone!

[gunshots]

[glass breaking]

[grunting]

Oh.

Ah.

[GUNSHOTS, DISTANT SIREN WAILING]

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

[panting]

[gunshots]

[thrilling music]

[siren wailing]

[panting]

[groaning]

[somber music]

[groaning]

[music playing]

[distant car alarm beeping]

[line ringing]

MAN (ON CALL): SID, Captain Reineke's office.

It's Bouchier.

I need Reineke.

MAN (ON CALL): Hold, please.

[panting]

[siren wailing]

MAN (ON CALL): Yeah, Captain is not in.

Would you care to leave a number, Mr. Bouchier?

No.

[chatter]

No.

Oh.

[keypad tone]

[line ringing]

Come on.

Come on, baby.

[telephone ringing]

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

WOMAN (OVER PA): We're already boarding at gate number 5.

Nonstop service to--

MAN: [laughs]

WOMAN (OVER PA): We're already boarding At gate 7.

Nonstop service to Orlando with continuation

to Jackson Long Miami.

[music playing]

POOCH: Oh.

[keypad clicking]

[line ringing]

MAN (ON CALL): SID, Captain Reineke's office.

Dave Bouchier calling for Reineke.

MAN (ON CALL): Just a second.

REINEKE (ON CALL): Bouchier, this is Reineke.

Yes, Captain.

REINEKE (ON CALL): Where are you?

Around

Are you OK?

POOCH (ON CALL ): No.

I got your tapes.

I got your letter.

This was an unauthorized operation.

You were set up.

I want to bring you in.

We need you to testify.

Hold on.

Get him out of here, please.

Where's the girl?

Eva's right here.

[radio chatter]

I'll put her on the phone.

EVA (ON CALL): Poochie?

Hi.

EVA (ON CALL): Sorry, it took me a while to get here.

They killed Big Boy.

Tommy and McCone, they set me up.

I knew it, but I couldn't believe it.

[sniffles] Are you coming in?

Should I?

EVA (ON CALL): We got no place else to go.

They want to do a Witness Protection thing.

[chuckles] New IDs, huh?

[chuckles]

EVA (ON CALL): At least, we'll know who we are.

[sobs] Come on in.

I do think it's OK.

You think, huh?

Yeah.

Here's the captain.

REINEKE (ON CALL): All right, I'll send a car for you.

I got to trust you.

REINEKE (ON CALL): Somebody got to trust somebody.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Yeah.

10233 Southern, maybe I'll be here.

[music playing]

Hey, kid, you mind if I sit?

Uh-uh.

Are you OK, mister?

Yeah, I'm OK.

You're OK?

Yeah, I'm OK too.

Thanks, kid.

Ah.

[distant siren wailing]

[jazz music]