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All right folks,

please, thank you.

Now I'd like to offer a toast to the winner,

and my old friend, Slaughter.

By the way, while we're in the mood for toasts,

how about a drink for our new friend, Ed Pratt?

Hey, yeah.

Dammit.

- Slaughter! Please, Slaughter.

- Hey Eddie. Hey man, you can make it.

You can make it man, come on.

Come on, Eddie baby, you can make it.

- New crash, and possible gun involved,

and seize the woman.

Stolen vehicle report, 120 West 81st Street,

traffic 31 clear, 1389 no...

- You wanna leave? - In a while.

- Well, Rita's pretty shook up. I'm gonna take her home.

That's a good idea.

- Are you all right? - I'm fine, baby.

Hey, you know something? - Hmm?

- They were after me.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

- What are you gonna do, huh?

- I don't know. I gotta think about it a while.

You know something? He was my main man in the world.

- Wh-where you gonna be?

- It's okay. Look now, you take Rita home, okay?

And I'll catch you later.

Okay.

All right, that's far enough.

- Relax Slaughter, we're police.

Well, you better show me some identification.

- You always carry that thing? - Got a permit.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I checked.

You oughta knock before you go around opening doors.

That's how accidents are caused.

- So I've been told.

You know, we waited for you all night,

then we went out and had to come for you-

- Hey hey now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What do you want?

- I see you're thinking about leaving town.

- Not leaving, just moving.

- Well, you're not going anywhere.

What? Well, what's keeping me?

- I am, and a little thing called murder.

- We'd like a few answers.

- Ah shit, now you know I gave that report last night.

- Yeah I read it, it said nothing.

Let's cut the crap, Slaughter.

I know what happened in Mexico.

You, you crossed up some, some big people,

and they got a lotta friends up here, wanna see you dead.

- That's my problem.

- Like hell it is, it's a police problem.

- Well, why don't you get off my ass

and do what you're being paid to do?

- You got a reputation, Slaughter.

You like to operate alone?

Well forget it, don't even think about it.

You're not gonna turn this town into a shooting gallery.

You know the citizens are real uptight these days,

a lotta gunshots and screams could cause nervous breakdowns.

- And you're the shrink, right? Dr. Shrink.

- Slaughter, I'm gonna get some answers,

even if I have to book you.

- On what?

- For openers, let's say withholding evidence.

You get your things together and we'll finish this downtown.

- All right, Reynolds, take it easy. Take it easy.

Slaughter, I'm Crowder, Chief of Detectives.

Sorry about what happened yesterday, you have my sympathy.

Sometimes our people get a little over anxious.

It's understandable, but we have a good department.

- Yeah, well I've seen worse.

But Captain, you don't mind, I was just about to leave.

- No, go right ahead.

We're gonna stay on top of this, Slaughter.

We wanna break this case.

- Well, I'll be cheering for you.

- Anything I can do? Offer you a lift?

- Jesus.

- Yeah, just lock the place up when you guys leave.

- Gaines, Gaines. - Yeah?

- Wait outside a minute, will you?

- Right. - What's going on here, Mike?

I'm trying to do a job and you let him walk outta here.

- Don't make us look stupid Reynolds, we got nothing on him.

- Oh, I've seen you hold people for a hell of a lot less.

- That's right, and as long as I'm running the department,

I call the shots.

- When are you gonna start running it?

There's sharks out there, he's blood on the water.

- He wanted protection, he'd ask for it.

- Oh, so we just sit, just sit and wait

until they start shooting, huh?

- Look, I don't give a damn what you do,

but you remember this.

As long as I'm sitting behind that desk,

I give the orders.

The minute you can't take it, you're out, understand?

- Understand, you got the desk.

- Did you talk to him? - Yep.

- What'd he say? - Nothing.

- Is he pissed? - He wasn't smiling.

- I can handle him.

- That's good, 'cause he still ain't smiling.

- Had your breakfast, Harry?

- Not too hungry.

- Breakfast is a very important meal.

It gives you energy for the day.

Chicken livers, Charlie. It's fine, thank you.

You sure you won't have any breakfast?

- No, thank you. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.

- Well, I'm listening.

- What can I say? I blew away the wrong people.

- Sort of a stunt.

- Oh no, it was a mistake. - A mistake.

- It's a mistake. - Exactly.

- Oh darling, it's beautiful. Oh, it's so beautiful.

Oh darling, thank you. I love it, I love it, and I love you.

- Oh mm, enjoy darling, enjoy.

- Harry, how do you like it?

- It's fine, Mrs. Duncan, just fine.

- Oh honey, you don't think it's too long, do you?

- Oh no, it's perfect.

Now listen, you be a sweetheart, okay?

Go get yourself a drink.

Harry and I have some business to finish up.

- Mm, well all right, but don't you take too long,

because we have a date to go sailing.

- We have a date. - Mm-hmm.

A tall one, please.

- Give me another chance, Mr. Duncan.

- Harry, I gave my word to some good friends,

important friends.

They wanted Slaughter dead, a simple hit,

and then we had this mistake.

I come here once a year for the weather,

do a little business, and now I got a big problem.

- He's one man, how bad can he be?

- He buried a few in Mexico, maybe you gotta ask them.

- I'll get his balls for you Mr. Duncan, I swear it.

- No, no Harry, look.

Just relax and take it easy for a while.

- Why wait?

You're paying that cop plenty

to keep Slaughter on the street.

- I do the financing, that's my business.

Hey Kirk. - Ah. Mr. Duncan.

- My friend. - What's happening-

- Welcome, welcome. - Big man?

- Oh you look great, my boy. When did you get in?

- Ah, a few minutes ago, I made myself comfortable.

- You sure did.

Hey folks, I want you to say hello to Kirk.

I've known this guy since he was this high.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Hi, Kirk. - Hi, how are you?

- Hi, Kirk. - How do you do?

- Harry, this is Kirk, from Miami.

- Hi. - Hiya.

- Is that our boy? - That's him.

- No problem. - It's gotta be clean.

- It's the only way to fly. - Good.

I'll see you later for dinner.

My pleasure, Mr. Duncan.

- Hey Slaughter, I'm sorry about what happened.

Marcia told me all about it.

- Thanks a lot, brother.

Hey look, do me a favor, okay?

Put that thing someplace where you can watch it,

'cause when I turn the key,

the only thing I want to start is the engine.

Yeah, I hear you.

- Slaughter. - Yeah?

- I'm sorry. - That's okay, baby.

Hey look, go outside and see if Marcia's there,

tell her I'll be back here. - Sure.

- What's going on, big brother?

- Hey, just keeping the grease out, baby.

Hey, you cooling it?

- Yeah man, I'm cooling it.

- Hey, how about a porterhouse and some greens on the side,

a little cornbread?

- Yeah, I think I can stand that.

Okay.

- Can I talk to you a second? - Yeah.

- Waiter tells me- - I don't know

which one you want. - This one.

- Okay, sugar.

- Keep this on over 50- - Hey, baby.

Hey man, go on, get the girl's coat.

Make it a quick one.

- Two minutes, Daddy, and I'll be back on the turf,

and working in five. - All right.

20 fucking dollars.

- I've been calling you all day, you didn't answer.

- It's 'cause I don't live there anymore.

- Where do you stay?

- I'd rather you not know that, baby.

- When will I see you?

- Look, I gotta put a lotta pieces together.

Don't shut me out, Slaughter.

Baby, last thing I wanna so is shut you out.

- I just don't want anything to happen to you.

- Nothing's gonna happen to me.

I'm Slaughter baby, the baddest cat

that ever walked the earth.

And besides, I'm gonna do it to them

before they do it to me.

You can bet your money on that.

- Hey Slaughter? Prime beef baby, medium rare.

- I think I could handle that, brother.

Dig.

- Now you getting all wired up ain't gonna help nothing,

so why don't you just go on back outside,

and give the paying customers another look

at your pretty face.

- You know, that's what gets me about you, Slaughter.

You're so goddam cool.

- Hey. - Hi, thanks for coming.

- All right, hello big spender.

Hey Marcia. - Oh, hey.

- You little old fine Black fox, you.

One of these days Joe Creole's gonna reach out

and steal you, if Slaughter blinks.

- Don't get caught reaching, Joe.

- Hey. - Yes, baby.

- That must have been some heavy dudes

that tried to wipe the big man, huh?

- You fishing? - No, I just don't wanna

see you come up short, baby.

Why don't you turn Slaughter on to me?

- For what?

- Maybe I can help the brother.

- I'm not a messenger service.

Outta sight.

- Hey Daddy, right on time.

- Yeah hey, the action's dead here.

Get on back to the house and snap it.

When I put my eyes on you again,

your hands better not be empty.

- Next time you lay your eyes on me,

my hand's gonna be filled

with a whole lotta green for you, Daddy.

- Y'all move it baby, so Joe can get to work.

He gonna steal him some spring meat for the stable.

- So that jive-time hustler wants to help me, huh?

- Who knows what he wants.

- You think he'd set me up?

- For a price, he'd do anything.

- Now.

Follow me Mama, I'm gonna take you someplace

you ain't never been.

I'm gonna turn you on, then I'm gonna turn

your sweet silk tail out.

- I'll get it for you.

- Uh-uh baby, buy yourself a drink,

you know, be seeing you in the hall, yeah.

Hey. - All right, sucker.

I hear you got some rap for me, well here I am.

- I ain't got no bitch with you, man.

- I'm gonna cool your ass, chump.

- Say man, I'm just a dude on a 'umble

trying to hustle, that's all.

I just don't do nothing for nothing.

- Well, what you got worth knowing?

- Vine has the paddy dudes uptown

wants you man, organization.

- Hey man, I don't wanna hear about no vine.

I want some names.

- I ain't got no names right now.

Lay some bread on old Joe, man.

See what he can find for you.

That's all I've been trying to say.

- Pimp, pick up your shit.

Get outta my face. - Later, man.

- Howdy, he done left, you have to come back next week.

Teacher only come around here once a week.

- I'm interested in a plane, your Stearman.

- We ain't got none, we ain't never had none.

I'll tell you what you can do, though.

Why don't you go down here and check with Smitty,

it's about 12 miles down the road.

- Hold it man, Smitty sent me here.

- He sent you here? - Yeah.

- Just wait, wait a minute, would you?

Lyle, Harvey, come here. Well come here, will you?

See that man over there?

- What do you want a duster for?

Got a run of weevils on your cotton?

- I don't want a plane, just wanna know about yours.

- Look, I done told you, we ain't got no Stearman.

- Shut up, Al. - It's okay Harvey,

I told him we ain't got nothing.

- Best thing, get yourself a gunny sack

and pick what you can while you can.

Ain't that right, Lyle? - That's right.

- Now how would you like to be picking your teeth

outta your lips, sucker? - Shit.

- You know, best you don't talk like that to brother Harvey.

- Well, I'll talk to you.

Now, where's that plane?

- Friend, now's a good time to get your ass outta here.

- Jesus Christ. Come on, get him Harv, get up, go on.

- Now, you're next. - Oh shit.

What are you gonna do to me? Please don't do that.

- All right boy, are you gonna talk?

- I don't know who took that plane,

honest I don't know a thing-

- Well, somebody better know,

or I'm gonna cut your fucking head off.

- Ah, he's gonna cut my fucking head off, you hear it?

- Yeah, he's gonna cut your fucking head off.

- Well talk, you stupid son of a bitch.

- Who in the hell are you?

- Who gives a shit, talk.

- All right Acre, Harry Acre.

He's used the plane before, said he had a duster job.

That was horseshit, I knew it.

He's been flying to the border under the radar,

carrying stuff that I don't know what, don't care.

He pays good.

- Where can I find him?

- Well I, I'd tell you if I knew.

I ain't jacking you off, mister.

The name's all I got.

- There'd better be a Harry Acker, and I'd better find him.

If I don't, I'm coming back.

- Lyle I swear, you are one dick-headed fool.

You don't fight a bull that big, you just shoot it.

- Well, it's been quite a dry spell,

but miracles do happen.

- It hasn't been that long. - Hmm, that depends.

You sounded pretty tight over the phone,

and I know you're not here for a consultation.

- Norja, I need your help. - I read the papers.

- I need a pilot. - I imagine you do.

- His name's Acker, Harry Acker.

You ever heard of him?

- Well you know, I always travel by train.

I, I find it's much safer.

Why should I know him?

- Because he deals in junk, flies across the border,

real low-life.

- That kinda pilot, huh? - Yeah.

- Well my dealing days are over, love.

I was apprehended a few years ago, if you remember.

- Yeah, I remember. But you still know a lotta people.

- Yeah, but naming names is always bad policy.

Unless I get the right price.

- Hey this is Slaughter, baby. Don't you remember?

You should be ashamed of yourself, come on.

- I'm just playing games with you, Slaughter.

I've really missed you, and I always will.

- Well um, what about that price you're talking about?

- It's you, all of you. - You mean, ah-

- Yeah, that's just what I mean.

- All of it. - Yeah, that's right.

- Well, that's a price that's gonna be a pleasure, baby.

- Well, I'll see to it that you don't get shortchanged.

- Well, you never did that.

- Okay, I'll give you a name.

Mario Bertoli, a real freak.

Deals blow and everything else, big time.

I'm sure he'll know your pilot.

Now, do we have our deal?

- Yeah, we got a deal baby.

So, just come on to Daddy, and ah,

we'll see what we can do.

Last week, it seems like last year.

What a party, man.

Hey, you don't know Billy Baxter do you?

- Nope. - Yeah well,

that's a crazy dude man, he's really crazy.

You dig this, man. Far out chicks, right?

- Totally, you've got everything, my man.

- That's right man, don't wanna miss a thing.

You never know when your light's gonna go out, boom.

- That's right. - Mario, where's the ice?

- Freddy, where it always is.

In the ice bucket, you stupid bitch.

Dig this freaking chick, man.

She gets her jollies off with ice cubes.

Oh yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, work it out, bitch.

That's it, work it out, yeah.

Come on, bring it home to Daddy, yeah.

Dynamite ass, come on, come on, come on.

- Mm, come on honey, let's go take a swim.

- In a while, baby.

- Ah, let's go now.

I'd love to see what you look like with nothing on.

- Be cool Mama, you can have me later.

- Hurry up, I don't wanna wait too long.

- We'll be right out.

It's my own personal man, it's white light, the finest.

- I got my own, brother.

Oh well.

Ah yeah, come on man, the party's starting.

Let's get wet, stud. Yeah, come on.

Man, you want what's gonna happen, man.

These, these chicks are freaky.

You know, I used to have this Black buddy of mine

from Jersey man, he used to get them smoking man,

and I used to jump in on it.

Ooh ow, hey man.

The rough stuff don't get me off at all, man.

It's just a party, man. It's a party.

Oh my head, ow.

- Shut up.

Now we're gonna have a party baby, just you and me.

Oh that's Freddy's scene, not mine.

- Come on baby, I want a confession.

- Hey look man, if this is a ripoff, my stash ain't here.

- Forget your stash, I want Harry Acker.

- Hey, who are you, man?

- I'm the man that's asking the questions, now where is he?

- I don't know. - You don't know.

This says that you do.

Now give me Acker, or I'm gonna blow

the back of your head off.

Now nice and quietly, you tell me where he's at.

- He lives at the beach, in an apartment,

on the second floor, 143 Santa Monica.

- Pretty, real pretty. - I didn't kill him.

- I'm not a jury, it's too bad about Acker.

He flew the plane that cut up your friends.

It's a good motive.

- Now, you know I didn't kill him.

- The trigger man, well he had an unfortunate accident.

He got a cramp and drowned.

- Hey now, you're jumping way ahead of me, Reynolds.

- Right, I'm way, way ahead of you, my friend.

I can deliver the rats you want if you get me what I want.

- And what's that? - A list, a payoff list.

Both sides of the fence, cops, hoods,

politicians, you name it

- Man, what the hell are you talking about?

- It's locked up in a house.

Ah, this runs it down for you.

Floor plan, the address, the blueprint for the safe.

- Are you kidding?

You gonna sell me on a jive time rap

like breaking and entering?

- You prefer marijuana?

- Hey, let me remind you of something.

I've got a friend, Captain Crowder, your boss,

and he's not gonna like that.

- Well, that's who I'm aiming at.

If two and two make four, I am betting

that Crowder's name will top the list.

Look Slaughter, you have no choice.

I'll book you under the name of Gonzalez,

stick you in the tank, lose the file.

It's a week outta your life.

By then, the people you want and I want,

who knows where they'll be.

- You really got this all figured out, huh?

- Yeah.

- Let me ask you a question, Reynolds.

What did you do before you became a cop?

Ooh, Jesus Lord.

You can take a spook outta the country,

but you can't take the country outta the spook.

Where'd you get these jive ass numbers from, boy?

- I dreamed them man, I dreamed them up this morning.

- Who are you hunking, pops?

526 is Black Man, and 511 is Watermelon,

and 750 is Muddy Water, and 121, White Woman.

- Yeah, see I had this dream this morning.

- Dream? - Yeah.

I dreamed this pretty Black man, you're right, that's me.

- Okay, all right. - Now wait a minute,

wait a minute, let me go ahead.

- Yeah, go ahead, go ahead.

- I was eating watermelon, and I was running through

this muddy water, and this fine white woman was after me,

and she didn't want a piece of my watermelon, either.

- You're lying.

If a blind or ugly white woman in a wheelchair

with one leg was after, you'd fall down screaming,

"Here it is baby, spring meat, let's get it on."

- Hey, Cleveland old brother, glad you could make it.

- No hassle, this joint is my regular stop.

This chump here is my rent money.

- That combination come in next week, old man,

you're gonna be crying. - Shit.

- Tell him about it, brother. - All right.

- What's happening, young blood, you uptight?

- Yeah, you might say that, Cleveland.

I gotta take care of some business, I need a man.

- What kinda man?

- Expert, safe artist. - Ah.

- I need the best in the business.

- Shit son, I used to carry you piggyback

in your Daddy's yard.

I hate to see you getting mixed up in this kinda business.

If you're hurting for some bread or something,

I'll let you have some till you get straight.

- You know I got a lotta dough, Cleveland.

- Yeah. Well, you ain't through with him yet, huh?

- Not yet.

- Well, if you just gotta do it,

you go down to Rose Avenue down there by the ocean,

there's a white house on the right side of the street.

There's a guy there by the name of High Life,

best in the business.

And son, be ready to pay good.

- Oh, I'll pay good. Go slow, Cleveland.

- Just like the river, always take my time.

I am your Lord, your light.

I am on high.

You will linger on my every word, and obey it.

The gospel of Saint Creole, chapter 69.

Freak scenes versus straight action.

You will obey, and drag your tails back off that turf

with that pay, and if I catch you sitting on the job,

when you should be laying, I'm gonna leap down

your throats and snatch out your tonsils,

and stomp on them, and watch you do a tango.

You bitches understand?

Do you understand? Come.

- Joe, there's a fast Black john here to see you.

- Long green? - He spells bread.

He asked for High Life. - Heat?

- Heat? Don't be silly, Cleveland sent him.

- Oh, well tell him I'll be down there

with a couple of fresh ones. - All right.

- Ah, you and you, you're gonna make

your main voice tonight, come on.

- High Life? - Yeah.

- Well, I'll be damned.

I'm sorry baby, no violence. Everything's okay.

- You're a friend of Cleveland?

- Yeah. - So you finally decided

to come see old Joe, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- What's on your mind?

- Got a little talk for you, Joe.

- Y'all tip.

Yeah, I'm glad to see you, Slaughter my man.

That old dude Cleveland sent you to me.

A taste, brother?

- No thanks, brother.

Now, what can I do for you?

- You planning to retire? - Retire?

Hey, what kinda action you got on your mind, man?

- Heavy action, man. I wanna get a safe ripped off.

- I knew you was cool.

Where's it at man, and what's in it?

- You want the action?

- I'm just curious to know

where I'm sticking my sweet meat.

What kinda green we talking?

- What's your bottom line?

- Well, everything's mellow here, no risk, no sweat,

so let's just say I jump for 10 big ones.

- You jump for 10 big ones, huh?

- Yeah. - How do I know

you can still handle it, Joe?

- You don't ever lose what I got, man.

Hey Slaughter my man, you wanna get your chest light?

Them two bitches ain't set foot on the turf yet,

and they're tighter than a widow's night.

You can have them both for the price of one.

- Hey man, I don't buy no pussy.

- Hmm, well brother, since we gonna be partners,

you can have a taste free.

- Hey man, cut this shit out.

Let's get down to business, okay?

- Okay, lay it out. - That's the map.

Details on the safe, everything you need.

- Shit, I shoulda known you 10 years ago, man.

We'd have ripped off the whole world in a week.

- Yeah, but can you handle this?

- That's baby work.

Carry it out, no deals or tools we need.

It's like laying a quarter in the preacher's plate

and palming a five.

You're just not gonna let me work, are you?

Not tonight, baby.

I've got other plans for you.

Oh, oh come on, oh I love you.

- I love you. - Oh I know, oh I know.

Oh my love.

Leave that on, okay?

The light, oh get the light.

- You want the light? - Oh, Daddy.

- Oh baby, oh. - Oh lock the door, baby.

Lock the door. That's it.

- Oh. - Oh dear, oh no.

No, oh a little lower, Daddy a little lower.

Oh, oh that feels great.

Oh, oh, oh yeah.

Oh, oh yeah, oh God, that feels good.

Daddy, let's feel it, feel it.

Oh, mm.

Just lay back, relax, oh.

Oh, gently baby, oh man.

Just lay there, oh no, uh-uh.

- Shit.

Oh, shit.

- Come on Joe, hurry up.

- Hey man, you can't hurry brain surgery.

Oh, oh I love you, I love you,

I love you Daddy, you know that I love this.

I love it, oh, come on, feel it, oh.

- You gonna be here all night, man?

- Okay, back.

Baby, right there, more.

- More? - More.

Give it to me. - Damn.

More, more.

Tighten down, pull it out between the beams.

Oh, I love it, I love it,

I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.

Oh I love it, oh I love it.

- Looks like it's gonna be a double score.

Hey man, what's in there? Come on, let's see, man.

What you got, diamonds? - Be cool man, be cool.

There's nothing here you wanna see, baby.

Let's get outta here.

Come on man, leave that shit.

- But I paid good money for this shit.

- Come on.

Get rid of him.

Hold it, grab it man.

- Come on Joe, let's get outta here, baby.

Come on Joe, goddam it.

- I got a payroll, makes the Pentagon

look like a nickel and dime operation,

and you guys are getting fat in the sun.

Playing cards, telling jokes, great.

I'd like to refresh your memories.

You were hired to give me some protection,

a little peace and quiet.

I got half this town on the payroll, cash, hard cash,

to get blasted by a couple of maniacs?

Well, money won't buy you brains.

Get out, out, out.

Well, you missed the show.

- Well I'm sorry Mr. Duncan, I was busy.

- You know what was in that safe?

- I can imagine. - The list, Kirk.

Big names, not just our operation, city hall,

the whole operation, it's right down the toilet,

down the drain. - Not exactly.

Slaughter was here with a pro.

Now, who the hell is he?

- Won't be hard to find, some pimp, Joe Creole.

- Kirk, I told you to keep this clean.

- Mr. Duncan, please, the boat has sailed.

As far as I'm concerned, this is a whole new ball game.

Now you hired me to do a job, and I'm gonna do it,

but you gotta trust me.

I'll get the list, and Slaughter, hmm?

Hey, boss around? - On vacation.

- Boy, when you hide out, you do it in style.

I can say that for you.

Hey, slow down. I'm gonna make us some lunch.

- We can eat later, baby. I wanna show you something.

- Huh?

- I wanna show you this thing.

It gives you a full shot of the lobby,

and there's a security guard there 24 hours.

Anybody coming and going has to go through him.

You understand that? - Yes.

- Now if this buzzer rings,

and I'm not on the screen, you call security,

and then you get me on the mobile phone, understand?

- You're moving on them, aren't you?

- Yeah, if I can get everything together.

- So that's why I'm here.

- Look Marcia, everybody knows we're tight, baby.

I don't want anybody coming down on my baby.

You know how to use this?

- You just squeeze the trigger.

You just made a big mistake, Slaughter.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

There's a bottle of wine in that sack, pour some.

Anything you say, Mama.

- You've been rushing and fussing and running,

but now I got this little thing,

and you're gonna do what Mama says.

- Can't even trust Mama these days, huh?

- I love you. I love you.

You're handsome.

Oh shit, baby.

Oh, slow down, slow down.

- You cats looking for some girls?

- No. - How'd you get in here?

- We walked.

- You sure you don't want no hooker girls, my man?

- Yeah, you got something that belongs to me,

and I want it, the list.

- Hey, you crackers come to the wrong-

- Don't lay that bullshit- - You've come to the wrong-

- On me, man. - Place, jack.

- Nigger pimp, get back, no good motherfucker.

- Come on white faggot, jump, jump.

- Nigger, you tell me where that list is,

or I'm gonna kick your eyes right out your ass.

You motherfucking punk, where's the list, huh?

Where is it?

Where is it?

Where is it, huh?

Fuck you.

Where is it, my man? - I don't know.

Huh? You lying?

I don't know.

- You don't wanna talk, okay.

How about a little glue for your airplane, huh?

Yeah, you can go out flying my man, huh?

There you go, have a nice ride.

I was starting to worry about you, Slaughter.

- You don't have to worry about me, Reynolds.

- I thought maybe they went for a double hit.

They got your friend Creole last night.

- Yeah, I know about that,

but I'll take care of it. - Oh.

- You have an ideas who did it?

- Mechanic named Kirk, works for a man named Duncan.

- Duncan? - That's the man you're after.

- Why didn't you tell me that last night?

I was out there, I could've taken care of him.

- Maybe, maybe I wouldn't have my list.

- Maybe you don't have it now.

- We made a deal. - Yeah, we made a deal.

Ain't got nothing but a scalp on.

Go get you some help.

This is an emergency, an emergency.

There's a wounded officer at 9033 Soto Street,

on the roof, he needs an ambulance.

- Attention all units in vicinity,

9033 Soto Street, on the roof, officer need help.

Repeat, 9033 Soto Street, officer needs help.

Crowder, you better have a damn good reason

for getting me out here.

- I do, and his name is Kirk,

that maniac who works for you.

He's been taking pot shots at Slaughter and one of my men.

- Yeah, I know about that. What's the story on the list?

- Well that's the point, Duncan.

I was all ready to take it when that moron

decided to pull his little surprise party.

Well just take it easy,

Kirk knows how to handle himself.

That's why he is working for me, and so are you.

- Never mind who I work for.

You keep Kirk in neutral for a while.

With Slaughter dead, that little list could end up anywhere,

including the DA's morning mail.

- Well, I can't keep Kirk on a leash.

Now, I suggest you start looking for Slaughter.

- I don't have to, I know just where he is.

He's gonna be taken care of.

- Yeah?

I'll be right there, baby.

Norja?

- They made me set you up, they would've killed me.

I'm sorry, Slaughter.

- It's all right baby, you saved my life.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Hey, got a minute, man? - Hey man, get off me.

- I think you oughta listen, mister.

- Yeah, I think so.

And no sense you going up there, she's gone.

- You son of a bitch, what'd you do with her?

- Easy, easy. She's in a safe place.

I guess you'd like to see her.

- You guessed right.

- Well you get your hands off me, and I'll take you there.

We'll take your car.

Hey, hold it, I think I'd feel better if I had your gun.

Now don't try anything, Slaughter.

Johnny here, he hasn't missed in a long time,

and he hates niggers much more than me.

Take out your toy, put it on the roof,

get in the back seat and relax.

You're too much.

You let your old lady walk right into this, huh?

Now you're bitching about it.

You know the trouble with you?

You let your personal life interfere with your work.

- Gonna kill you, sucker.

- Sure, sure you are.

The way I see it, score's 40 to zero, my favor.

I own the referee and the clock.

Go over there.

- You okay, baby? - I couldn't do anything.

They kicked the door down. - Easy.

- Got yourself a real animal here,

she put up quite a fight.

Not bad-looking, for a Black bitch.

- Man, you cut that Black shit out.

Now do you wanna do business?

- Yeah, I want the list right now.

- She goes. - Let her walk outta here.

- She's not gonna walk outta here,

she's gonna drive outta here.

- Give her the keys.

- Slaughter? - Baby, just go ahead.

- Please. - Now get outta here.

- Now, I don't wanna have to make

a lotta noise down here, you understand?

I want that list.

- Yeah, you'll get the list, right?

- Enough of this screwing around.

Now you trust me. - Trust you?

- Yeah, otherwise it's gonna be your ass right here.

Now, where is it?

- Guess I don't have much of choice, huh?

- That's right, my man.

- It's in my car, left-hand visor.

- It's in the left-hand visor, get it.

Move, come on, open it up.

Getting this list back is gonna make

a lotta people very, very happy.

Hey, how'd it go, Sal? - Like a charm.

- You can take it off now. - Thanks.

- Slaughter, get outta the car, come on.

Come on, I wanna talk to you.

Got a little surprise for you.

- What are you talking about, man?

What the hell are you talking about?

- Where's the broad? - In there.

- Hey man, you, you dirty- - Ah.

Don't ever trust a cop, sweetheart.

Now get in the car, Romeo.

You and the lover's gonna take a little ride.

Hey, the car or your head. Atta boy.

Sorry.

- Okay sweetheart, turn on the key.

- No. - Move.

it's a straight road sweetheart, a one-way street.

You and Daddy are going for a swim, now move.

- Wait- - You wanna play some games?

- No, oh no.

How about a little Russian roulette

with your old man's head, huh?

No, no.

- One down, five to go. - No.

- Now move, sweetheart. - Oh, no.

- Missed, four to go. - Wait a minute, wait.

- Baby- - Wait a minute.

- Now move lady, straight. - No, no, no!

Move, sweetheart.

You're only chance niggers, over the cliff.

- That should do it. - Yeah.

Don't worry about a thing,

we're almost finished now.

No, no, we're careful. Yes, Ms. Duncan.

All right, good night.

- Be quiet. You don't wanna die, do you?

All right, where's Duncan? I said, where's Duncan?

- The Club Indigo, the old, the old Hollywood place.

- 50 grand, 50 grand.

District 58672, Detroit, 175,300.

75, less five grand, 75.

That's a total of $265,572.

- 685, New York, check. - Yes.

- Here you go. - Thanks, Arnie.

A lotta pretty stuff out there, huh?

- Very pretty.

- Want a drink? - Please.

You know, Mr. Duncan, one of those little suitcases

out there would make me a very happy man

for a long, long time.

- Make a lotta people happy, Kirk.

I'm gonna take care of you myself personally.

That's company money, that's the week's take.

Prostitution. drugs, gamblings, the whole shooting match.

Now right now, it's dirty money.

- Well, I'll wash my hands after I spend mine.

- Nobody touches it yet.

- There's almost $3 million in there.

Now what we do, we send it overseas,

and we invest it in legitimate foreign companies.

- Friendly companies. - Very friendly.

And when it comes back, it's clean, absolutely clean.

We pay the corporate taxes and nobody can touch us, nobody.

- Can't lose much money that way, can you?

- Not too much. Well, cheers gentlemen.

Cheers.

- Hey tiger, got you some coffee here.

- You, you want money? Three million, three, take it.

The list, take the list.

- All right sucker, you wanna get killed, woman killer?

I'm gonna kill you. Now you come on, come on.

Come on.

Well Reynolds, I wanna thank you for the escort,

old partner.

First escort I ever had,

that wasn't headed to the police station.

- That's my pleasure, and I wanna thank you for this list.

It's got everything. Crowder's name is on every page.

By the way, where you're headed?

- Mm, Vegas. - Vegas, that's too close.

Paris is a spot for you. - Paris?

- Yeah, you see blood, I want you out of this country.

I need a long rest.

- Well you know, I'd like to oblige you, my brother,

but I don't have my passport with me,

and the one that I have expired.

- Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about that.

I got you a brand new one.

It's a nice picture, makes you look real pretty.

- You thought this all out too, huh?

- Yep.

- You probably already notified the gendarmes in Paris

that I'll be there.

- Well, sort of a welcoming committee,

just so you don't get lonesome.

- Well, that's very thoughtful of you.

- You know, I'm gonna miss you.

- I'm gonna miss you, too. Shit.