All language subtitles for Point.Doom.2000.1080p. English

(dark orchestral music)

- I know y'all like
this dope I got here.

That's why I'm the
motherfuckin' man, baby.

That's why you here.

Come get your
candy, little girls.

Daddy got what you need
right here, come on.

Woo!

That's right, go on, get down.

Uh, you know that's
the best, right?

Look, ladies, look
what the cat drug in.

Get outta here.

Hey, hey, hey!

My money.

You guys a day late
and a dollar short.

- Yeah, we got a proposition
for you, Ringman.

- Neither of you guys cute
enough to give me a proposition.

(laughs)

- No, I'm talkin' about
a business proposition.

- What, which one of you
paranoid motherfuckers is gonna

get shot first, how's that
for a fuckin' proposition?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You've been owing me
money for a long time,

and I'm gettin' fuckin'
tired of waitin' on it.

- I know, I know.

Show him, man.

- When'd you guys
get into export?

- We got our hands in a whole
bunch of businesses, man.

You interested?

- How much of this shit you got?

- We got two and a half kilos.

- Those are some large numbers.

Oh, I know you guys
ain't bullshittin'.

- Come on, man, I'm not
gonna play games with you.

- Well, I'm a business man,

and I'm willin' to let
bygones be bygones.

But this is some real
shit you talkin' about.

It's not the kinda shit
you wanna fuck around with.

See, there's somethin' maybe
you don't know about me.

I'm one of them motherfuckers
that don't give a fuck.

'Cause I got no pain threshold.

The word mercy ain't in my
motherfuckin' vocabulary.

Death really fuckin' amuses me.

- We get the picture.

- Do you?

Then call me when
you get the shit.

- Alright.

(sighs)

So what do you think, think we
can pull this shit off, man?

- Relax, the stuff's at the
clubhouse, I'll call Blackie.

Just do me a favor, give
me some of the good stuff.

- Alright.

Just don't do all
of it, alright, man?

It makes you weird
when you do it.

- We're rippin' off our own
brothers, I need this shit.

- Alright, but no killin', okay?

- Yeah, okay.
- Don't go "yeah, yeah."

You don't kill our
brothers, alright?

- Okay, no killing.

(dark atmospheric music)

(gun cocks)

(gun cocks)

(glass smashes)
(gun fires)

(guns fire)
(bullets ricochet)

(dark atmospheric music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(waves crash)

(heavy rock music)

♪ When I was a young,
I had a dream ♪

♪ Movin' to the
city, sight unseen ♪

♪ 19 years of age,
I'm packing my bags ♪

♪ Hollywood was all the rage

♪ I came to you in 1984

♪ You showed me in,
then you shut the door ♪

♪ It didn't take me long
to learn to play the game ♪

♪ A kick in the head
always feels the same ♪

♪ Los Angeles, you're
a fuckin' whore ♪

♪ Hollywood, you're
an open sore ♪

(engine revs)

- Hi.

Hey.

♪ I played it well,
and I played it fast ♪

♪ Livin' slow was in the past

♪ Chicks and drugs
and gettin' burnt ♪

♪ Just a few of the
things I learnt ♪

♪ Got sick and tired of
bein' scared as hell ♪

♪ A wasted man, I'm
just a shell of myself ♪

♪ But that was then,
and this is now ♪

♪ My pretty baby,
I've changed somehow ♪

♪ Los Angeles, you
lost your grip ♪

♪ Drugs and lies and
whores suckin' dick, yeah ♪

♪ I don't know if I could
do things differently ♪

♪ LA's had me for so long

(engine revs)

(heavy rock music)

- Hey, Rick, man.
- Hey, Joey, how you doin'?

- Good.
- Good to see ya.

- Yeah, what's up, how's biz?
- Ah, I can't complain.

You're lookin' good.
- Hey, you too, you know.

- [Rick] Oh, hey.

♪ When she calls me up,
my voice starts to shake ♪

♪ She says come right
over, over right away ♪

♪ Well, good god, there's
a fire in my pants ♪

- (speaks Spanish) Frankie.

- What took you so long, you
missed some of my best stock.

- How come you always
refer to 'em as cattle?

- Isn't that what they are?

(laughs) Come on, sit down.

- You know, Frankie,
I just don't get it.

I'm a young, rich agent
in Hollywood, right?

- Yeah, good for you.

- I'm a good-lookin'
guy, don't you think?

- Yeah, you're a
good-lookin' guy, so?

- So, I mean, why
haven't I found her?

- Hey, look, I'm your
friend and I'm tellin' you,

you hang out in Hollywood with
some of the hottest chicks

in the world and you're
lookin' to settle down?

What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with me?

I don't wanna end
up 40 years old,

hangin' out at a strip club.

- Why?

(chuckles) What's wrong with
hangin' out in a strip club?

- You know what,
you're impossible.

I cannot talk serious with you.

- Hey, look, I got a girl
comin' on now, a new chick.

I think you're gonna
really dig this one.

- I haven't seen a new
chick in here in weeks.

- Well, this one's gonna
make your balls dance.

(moody electronic music)

(speaks Italian)

♪ If you want to ride

♪ Don't ride the white horse

♪ If you want to ride

♪ Don't ride the white horse

♪ White horse

- Yeah, yeah.

- Nice.

♪ White horse

♪ Don't ride the white horse

- Like her?

- Yeah.

She's nice.

- Yeah?

And so you could say you're
too spoiled from hangin' out

with all those actress chicks
you represent, alright?

- You know, you're
probably right.

- Hey, look, have a drink
and lighten up, okay?

I'll be back.

♪ Don't ride the white horse

- Hey, sweetie, you
want somethin' else?

Hello?

Hi, can I get you another drink?

- What's your name?

- Excuse me?

- No, I mean, what's your name?

I haven't seen you
around here before.

- My name's Stephanie, what
would you like to drink?

- Stephanie, are you an actress?

- No, I'm not an actress.

That's why I kinda
work in a strip club?

- See, I'm a talent agent in
Hollywood, here's my card.

Name's Rick Hansen, I'd like
to arrange for you to come in

and have a test reading.

- (chuckles) I don't think so.

- No, I'm serious, I mean,
you got a great look.

You should take advantage of it.

Just give me a call.

- What do you want to drink?

- Whisky sour.

- Okay, I'll be right back.

- So, are you gonna
give me a call?

- [Stephanie] Maybe.

- "Maybe."

- No, no, no, no, you
deliver the package Tuesday,

or I'll take that
little red vipe of yours

and stick it up your
ass, you understand?

You got that?

Good for you.

Good for everybody, good for me.

- Frankie, can I talk
to you for a minute?

- Yeah, sure, wait a minute,
come here, come here.

Come here.
- What?

- Hey, Bubbles, I'd
like you to meet Rick.

'Cause she's got
bubbly personality,
you know what I mean?

- Yeah.
- You like her, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Go back to work.

- I wanted to talk to you
about one of your waitresses.

I think I'm in love with
one of your waitresses.

- Yeah, which one?
- Her name is Stephanie.

- Forget about her!

- What do you mean,
forget about her?

- Do you like havin' a
head on your shoulders?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you like keepin'
that pretty little head?

- Yeah, it's nice.

- Yeah, good for you,
'cause you said, okay?

- You know what, Frankie,
you are impossible.

Impossible.

(muffled radio chatter)
(sirens wail)

- [Bald Man] What the
fuck is goin' on here?

- We got burned, Tiny, six of
our brothers were gunned down.

- Where's the stuff?
- I don't know, it's not here.

- Where's Blackie?

- [Man] Tiny, what the
fuck is goin' on here?

- Where the fuck were you?

You were supposed to
be watchin' the stuff!

- I went down to
Frankie's to have a beer,

and I ain't babysittin'
those idiots.

- Alright, cool.

We got a meeting in two
hours, everybody is there.

Everybody.

Let's go.

- (sighs) Fuck.

- Think we got a little
carried away in there or what?

- (chuckles) Didn't we?

Are you fuckin' stupid, huh?

- Fuck!
- What the fuck are you doin'?

Are you stupid or somethin'?
- What the fuck did I do?

Chill out, man,
come on, relax, man.

- You gotta be the stupidest
person I ever fuckin' met.

Speedy.
- Yeah?

- Today.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Serge, can I get
a strawberry shake?

- Got it.
- Thanks.

- You, uh, should
try the chocolate.

- Excuse me?

- No, the chocolate
shakes are, they're great.

- Have we met?

- Yeah, remember,
at the club tonight?

- Oh, yeah, the talent agent.

- Yeah.

- Thanks, Serge.

- So, uh, you mind
if I join you?

- Kinda looks like
you already have.

- I couldn't help noticing
how, well, how down you looked.

I mean, what could
a beautiful girl

like you be depressed about?
- Oh, god.

You're one of those types.
- One of those?

- Yeah, one of those
Hollywood types

that only cares about
what a girl looks like.

I'm so tired of guys
like that in this town.

- No, see, you got me all wrong.

See, I'm in the talent
business, I get paid to be vain.

(Stephanie laughs)
See, see?

You laughed, you look
great when you laugh.

You should do that more often.

- Oh, god, I've gotta go.

My partner's supposed to be
here to pick me up any minute.

- Listen, Stephanie, I want
you to come in and read for me.

I'm really interested
in representing you.

- I don't know, it sounds
like a pickup line.

- Come on, do I
look like a conman?

- Look, you better take off
before my boyfriend gets here.

He gets real jealous when he
sees me talking to another guy.

- I'm not gonna leave,

until you promise me
you're gonna call.

- You don't give up, do you?

- Nope, that's why
I'm successful.

- Yeah, I'll call you.

Serge, put it on my tab.

(melancholic acoustic
guitar music)

- Stephanie, come here.
- Blackie, come on.

- Look, I'm sorry I
snapped back there.

You know how much I hate
you workin' at that place.

All those sleazy guys in there.

- You know why
I've gotta do this!

I have to support
my sister and I.

Blackie, come on, I'm
waitressing, I'm not stripping.

- I know, I just hate the idea
of those guys hitting on you.

Come on, that's just
how I am, you know that.

I love you, baby.

- What am I gonna do with you?

Huh?

Come on.

- [Blackie] I got a
couple ideas. (chuckles)

- Hey, Jess.
- Hey, Stephanie.

- How was your night, baby?

- Pretty good.

- Did you take your medicine?

- Mm, mm-mm.

- Honey, can you get me a beer?

- Open your mouth.
(Jess chuckles)

Open your mouth.

- I have food in my mouth.
- Alright.

Here you go, baby.
- Thank you.

(sniffs)

- Blackie, why do you always
have to do that stuff?

Especially around my sister,
you know how I feel about that.

- She's got her
medicine, I've got mine.

- You know why she
takes her medicine.

You never started
doing that stuff

until you started hanging
around with your biker friends.

- You know, I am in the room.

- I noticed.

Listen, forget that, listen.

I got a deal goin' down with
a couple of the other guys.

If things go down on this,
I'll have enough money,

listen, so we can both leave,

we can just leave all
this fuckin' shit behind.

We can just get away.

- Yeah, right.

- What is her fuckin' problem?

- Why can't you
just be nice to her?

- I was nice.
(Stephanie sighs)

- She never does anything to
you, I'm gonna go check on her.

- Honey?

Could I have the clicker?
(Stephanie sighs)

Thank you.

- [Rick] Alright, your
appointment's at 11AM.

Now you go see Rex Harris and
he's the casting director.

- I got some more
submissions for you, Rick.

- Great.

(sighs) Do I have
any phone calls?

- No.

- Now, you're sure a girl named
Stephanie didn't call today?

- I was sure at nine o'clock.

I was sure again at 10 o'clock.

Trust me, Rick,
there's no calls.

- Are we a little testy today?

I mean, did we miss our
cup of java this morning?

Alright, alright.

- There's still
five girls out there

waitin' to see you, Rick.

- Shit.

Alright listen, do me a favor.

Call Frankie, tell him I'll
be late for lunch, thanks.

- Alright.

(Rick sighs)

(Rick sighs)

- Hey, sunshine.
- Hi, baby!

- How's my little girl?
- Daddy!

- How are ya, baby?
- (moans) Good now.

- Missed you.
- Yeah.

- Hey, I need you to
do a favor for me.

- [Stephanie] Okay, what?

- I need you to keep
an eye on this bag.

Put it somewhere safe.
- What's in it?

Let me see what's in it!
- No, trust me.

It's better if you don't know.

Just think of it as our future.

(suspenseful music)

(heavy knocks)

(heavy knocks)

Hold on!

(thud)
(groans)

- Where the fuck have you been?

And where is the
share of the goods?

- What the fuck is goin' on?

- It's just a friendly
reminder of what you get

when you fuck with
me, motherfucker.

- Where the fuck's
the stuff, man?

- Hey, nobody's
fuckin' with anybody!

I got the stuff, it's safe.
- Oh, it's safe, good.

That's good, that's good,
because you know what?

Me and Speed were thinkin'
that maybe you were thinkin'

of maybe makin' this more
kinda like a one-way split?

(Blackie laughs)

- Man, I think he's
fuckin' holdin' out on us.

Where the fuck's the stuff?
- Hey, hey, hey, easy!

We're all friends here!

- [Speed] I say we fuckin'
waste him, right fuckin' now!

- Listen, listen, listen.
- Come on!

- He's the only one who knows
where the stuff is, okay?

Alright? So I'll tell
you what's gonna happen.

I'll tell you what's gonna
happen, we are gonna go...

(Blackie laughs)
Right now.

And we're gonna go get
the stuff, or else Speed

is going to blast your brains
from Tokyo to Timbuktu.

(Blackie chuckles)

- I gotta make a phone call.

- Let's make your fuckin' call.

- Don't fuckin' try anything,
man, I'll fuckin' pop you!

Come on, man, I ain't
got all fuckin' day.

Come on, hurry the fuck up!

- I'm fuckin' dialin', alright?

Ah, fuck.
- What?

- It's busy.

(thuds)
(Speed groans)

Ah, I don't think so.

You little fuck head.

(gun fires)

(chuckles)

(suspenseful music)

Now what the fuck are
you gonna do, huh, bitch?

Come here.

No, no, no, no,
come here, bitch.

Come on, come here.

You know what? You
fuckin' look like a bitch.

Maybe I'll just
make you bitch, huh?

(gun clicks)

Fuck.

(grunts)
(thuds)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(explosion booms)

(glass smashes)

(biker screams)

(flames roar)

(laughs)

Fuck these bitches.

- So, what's your problem?
- I don't have any problem.

I just like to see some
new talent around here.

- Yeah, is that what you'd like?

- Yeah.

- Then why don't you
do yourself a favor?

Go find another fuckin'
club to jerk off in.

Get the fuck outta here.
- Come on, Frankie!

- Come on, take it
easy, take it easy.

- I'm alright, what
took you so long?

I thought you were
gonna stand me up.

- No, that only happens
to me with gorgeous women.

- You know, what
is matter with you?

Are you workin' too hard?

Do you need a vacation,
is that the problem?

- Well, it gets kind of
frustrating looking at

beautiful women all day
that you can't have.

- What are you, a
girl or somethin'?

You sound desperate, I mean,
play the field a little.

what is the matter
with you already?

- Look, I'm not
like you, alright?

Maybe I wanna find one girl,
you know, have a family,

you know, have a kid, you know?

- Family?
- Yeah.

- There's my family.
(speaks Italian)

- Listen, listen.

I wanna ask you about that
girl last night, Stephanie.

- Yeah.

- Well, there's just
somethin' about her.

- Yeah, the g-string
goin' up her ass.

- No, it's not the
g-string goin' up her butt.

It's just somethin' about
her that intrigued me.

- Look at me.

Look at me!
- What am I doin'?

I'm lookin' at you.

- You don't need this
girl, you got that?

This girl has problems, okay?

Forget her.

- Yeah, so what, we
all got problems.

- Oh, no, she's got a boyfriend.

- Yeah, but she didn't
look too happy last night.

Maybe she's not gettin'
along with her boyfriend.

- You don't understand, her
boyfriend is in this, uh,

this motorcycle gang, the
Satan Slaves, you know?

You wanna wake up one day with a

stick of dynamite in your ear?

You don't need that, forget her!

You always gotta pick
the impossible ones.

- Well, that's my luck.
- Look at this.

Sweetheart, come with
me, come with me.

Come here, yeah, go get
married, that's smart.

(phone keypad bleeps)

- Hi, honey.
- Hi, baby.

What're you doin' here?
- Who was that?

- Nobody, it was
the wrong number.

- I just came by to
see you, how are ya?

- I'm good, (laughs)
how are you?

- Real good. (chuckles)

- What'd you do today?

- Oh, I was just playin'
with a couple of the guys.

- Mm, as usual.
- Nothing much.

And then I thought I'd
come by and see my girl.

- Baby, what is wrong with you?

Stop it, come on!

- I missed you, that's all.

- Jessica's in the other
room, she's sleeping.

- Yeah? Tell her to
come out. (chuckles)

- That's not funny.
- I'm kidding.

Oh, come on, just...
- No.

- Come on.
- (chuckles) Stop.

Sit back, I'll get you a beer.

- Party pooper.

(sighs)

Hey, grab me an
ashtray too, will ya?

Oh, man.

- Here you go.

(Blackie chuckles)

Not funny.
(Blackie coughs)

Again.

- Hey, just checkin'.

Who the fuck is this?
(Stephanie gasps)

- Blackie, come on, stop it.

- What is this?
- Let go, let go of my hair.

- Rick Hansen, talent agent?

- [Stephanie] It's not
what you think it is.

- Oh, no?

What's he gonna make you, a
big fuckin' star, huh, huh?

Are you fuckin' this guy?
- Blackie, come on, stop it.

- Are you fuckin' this guy?
- No, give me a break!

I'm not...
- Did you call him?

(Stephanie screams)
Did you call him, huh?

- Blackie, come on.

- Was that who you were
callin' on the fuckin' phone?

- No!

- If I find out you are fuckin'
this guy, I swear to god...

- Stop it!
(Stephanie chokes and groans)

- Shut up.

- Leave my sister
alone, stop doing that!

Leave her alone.

- I'm sick of your fuckin'
mouth, you know that?

- [Stephanie] Jessica,
leave her alone!

Jess, Jess, Jessica!

(coughs)

- I don't need any of this shit.

- Jessica!

It's okay, it's okay.

Good.

There you go, there you go.

It's okay, baby, I'm right here.

Here you go, baby.

- Thanks.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- I mean, look what
he's done to your face.

I mean, look at what
he's done to both of us

for that matter.

- Jessica.

I wanna tell you
something right now, okay?

This is never gonna happen
again, it's over between us.

I promise.

- Well, I just hope that
you mean it this time.

Because, I would never want
anything to happen to you.

(melancholic acoustic
guitar music)

- Are you ready
to order yet, sir?

- Actually, I'm
waiting for somebody.

They should be here any minute.

- Well, I can let you wait at
the table for another minute

but then I'm gonna
have to please ask you

to wait in the bar.

- Oh, there she is right now.

Why don't you give us
a few minutes, alright?

Hey.

- Hi.
- You made it.

For a minute there, I thought
you were gonna stand me up.

- I just ran into some
traffic, that's all.

- What's with the shades?

- Oh, (chuckles) I just
had a little accident.

- What happened?

- (sighs) Nothing.

(sighs)

- Oh, my god.

He did this to you.

(Stephanie sobs)

No, hey, hey, listen.

It's okay.

- I've gotta get away from
this guy, he's gonna kill me.

- Just calm down,
alright, just calm down.

I'm gonna help you with this.

- You will?
- Yeah, I will.

You just gotta stay away
from this guy for a while.

I have a little place
down on the beach.

You could stay there
for a couple of days

till this whole
thing blows over.

- Rick, I can't, you don't
understand, I can't miss work.

- That's the first place
he's gonna look for you.

- I need the money.

- I can loan you some money.

Just until you get
back on your feet.

- Why are you doing this?

You don't even know me.

- I just see somethin' in you.

(sighs)

I wanna help you.

I know it sounds crazy, but,

but the first time I
laid eyes on you...

I had this...

I just had this
feeling about you.

(heavy rock music)

- Marty, take the bikes out,
run around the neighborhood

a few times, see if
somethin' comes up.

- Hey, it's all good, bro.

Put the word out on the street.

We're gonna nail
these cock suckers.

- Slim was onto somethin'
before he got snuffed out.

He was involved somehow,
I just know that.

I don't get it, who would have
the balls to do this to us?

Had to be someone who knew
the deal was goin' down.

- Shit, that could be anybody.

- Even one of our own brothers.

(Blackie chuckles)

- You're funny, man.

- Hey.
- Hey, Blackie, what's up?

- Where the hell have you been?

- Been down in the Playpen,
have a few laughs with Frankie.

Hey, beat it.

- Look, I got an informant
workin' on some information

out on the streets for me.
- Yeah?

- He's gonna have a couple
names for me real soon.

- Anything yet?

- I want you to get
ready for a war.

(Blackie chuckles)

- You know I'm down with that.

I wanna get those cock
suckers just as bad as you do.

You want a drink?
- Nah.

- Whisky!

Let me know.

- It's gettin' way
outta hand, bro.

I didn't know you were
gonna blow people away.

- It's a little fuckin'
late for that now, isn't it?

- I think he knows,
Blackie. (chuckles)

- Fuck Tiny, I'll
take care of Tiny.

You just stay outta
his fuckin' way.

- If he finds out, man,
he's gonna fuckin' kill us.

- Shut up.

Let's get outta here,
have more of coke.

Don't go soft on me, Spider.

- So, we got a deal or what?

- I don't know, do we?

How much of that
shit you say you got?

- I told you, man,
I got 30 keys.

- Give you 200,000.

- Don't you mean
at least 300,000?

- 200,000, you forgot
you owe me 50k.

- So what happened
to the other 50k?

- That's the interest.

- So wait a second, you're
gonna charge me 100% interest

because I'm a couple of weeks
late, what kinda shit is that?

- You're playin' my game,
I'm makin' the fuckin' rules.

What do I look like, the
fuckin' Bank of America?

- I thought we were cool, man.

- See, that's your problem,
Spider, you got shit twisted.

We ain't fuckin' cool,
we're just associates.

Now what you're gonna do
is you're gonna sell me

this god damn dope for 200
thou, or you're gonna bring me

100 thou of my money in
fucking cash, Friday,

or shit's gonna get real
fucked up for you, Spider.

It's gonna be real fucked up.

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

- Hey, Tiny.

Yeah, it's Spider.

I think I know who
ripped us off, man.

- What you doin'?

- We're goin' away for a couple
of days Jess, go pack a bag.

- I don't wanna go.

- Jess, we're just gonna get
away for a little while, okay?

I'm serious, go pack a
bag, this is the only way

I'm gonna be able to
break away from him.

- No, you need to get away.

You need to do
something for yourself.

(distant engine revs)

Is that him?

- Yeah, that's him.

- Oh!

- Stop it, go pack
a bag, I'm serious.

- I'm not going, I'm a big
girl, I can take care of myself.

- Jessica, I don't
feel comfortable
leaving you here alone.

What if he comes back
here looking for me?

- Well, then I'll tell
him that you're not here,

and if he tries to get
in, I'll call the police.

Go and have a good time, please.

- Jess, come on!
- I can take care of myself.

Go and have a good time.

You go get him.
(Stephanie sighs)

Go get him, I'll
take your bags out.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Mm, I want you to meet somebody.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Jessica, this is Rick.

Rick, Jessica.
- Hi.

- Pleasure, I'll put these
in the trunk, alright?

- Okay.

- It was nice meetin' ya.
- You too.

He's cute.
(Stephanie giggles)

- Are you sure you're
gonna be alright?

- I'm gonna be
fine, you have fun.

- [Stephanie] Okay.

Mm, bye.

- I'm happy for you.

(engine revs)

- How's business, Ringman?

- Tiny, long time no see.

- You takin' a little trip?

- I'm just handlin' my business.

- You don't mind
if I take a peek

inside your car now, would you?

- What the fuck are
you talkin' about?

Hell no, you can't
look in my car.

- Oh, I'm sorry, maybe
you haven't heard.

We got ripped off recently,
six of the brothers are dead.

- Well, I'm really
sorry about that,

but I don't know shit about
it, what're you tryin' to say,

I had somethin' to do with it?

- Got a tip.
- Fuck your tip.

Tiny, how long have you known
me, man, what, 15, 20 years?

What is this shit?

These motherfuckers.

You know what?

You're a fuckin' pussy and
you always been a pussy, man.

Wearin' a jacket and rollin'
with a bunch of tough guys,

that don't make you tough,
this makes you tough,

and you ain't tough.

Fuckin' Spider, you ain't
shit, you set me up!

- Shut your hole, Ring,
but answer a few questions!

- I ain't gotta answer shit
to you, I ain't afraid of you

or none of these
punk motherfuckers,
and you know that.

(guns fire)

(guns click)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(dark atmospheric tones)

- Give me the bag.

Damn it!

We got the wrong guy.

- [Rick] How did you end
up with Blackie anyways?

- Well, when my sister
and I first moved out here

from Phoenix, god, I got hit on

by every con artist, shark
and scumbag imaginable.

- That doesn't surprise me,
you're a beautiful girl.

- Yeah, well, I got sick of it.

Then I met Blackie.

He was so different.

Genuine, if you
can believe that.

And then he hooked up with
his motorcycle friends,

started doing
drugs and drinking.

Just hasn't been
the same since then.

- You know, I like your
sister, she's real nice.

- Thanks.

I love her so much.

I'm a little worried though,
leaving her home alone.

- Ah, she'll be fine, we'll
call her from the beach house.

(melancholic acoustic
guitar music)

- My mom, we don't
talk about her much.

- No?
- She left when I was five.

But my dad has always been very
supportive and there for us.

My sister has epilepsy.
- Sorry to hear about that.

- You see, I'm all
she's got out here,

so I've been taking care of
her ever since we moved to LA.

- Quit it!
- Turn.

- Quit it, no!

- Wanna get your
hands off the girl?

- What's your problem?

- Blackie, you know me, I don't
like anybody comin' in here

and messin' with my girls.

- I wasn't messin' with her.

- Am I talkin' to you?

- Excuse me?

- Ah, relax, Johnny.

- Where's Stephanie?
- She didn't come in tonight.

- Where the fuck is she?

- I think it's time you guys go.

- Come on.

I'll be back.

Tell Stephanie to call me.

- Yeah, I'll write it
down, it's a priority.

- You live here?

- Yeah, why, are you surprised?

- No.

It's just, I've
never knew anybody

who lived in a place like this.

- Well, people do, you know,
it's a nice place, it's home.

Come on.

(heavy metal music)

♪ Yeah, I penetrate the demons

♪ Their teardrops burn away

- Look at what we got here.

The grownup version of
Howdy fuckin' Doody.

- [Bouncer] I'm gonna have to
ask you gentlemen to leave.

- Yeah?

If that fat fuck
wants us to leave,

tell him to do it himself.
- Don't make me ask you again.

- What are you, deaf, huh?

(bouncer groans)

♪ Find me another hell
and the deathbird ride ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, the motherfucker

♪ Yeah, now I'm
drifting slowly ♪

♪ Going close
enough to the sky ♪

♪ The new world gone
slay the devil ♪

♪ Can you show me a
better way to die ♪

♪ Find me another hell
and the deathbird ride ♪

(gun fires)

(gun cocks)

(suspenseful music)

- Take this.

You make one more move, Johnny
here's gonna make your balls

part of the decor of this club.

- I'm comin' back, for you.

- Oh, yeah?

Good for you.

Now you get the
fuck outta my club.

- [Blackie] Come on, let's go.

- I want this place cleaned
up, everybody go back to work.

Come on, come on, Johnny.

(smooth jazz music)

- How're you doin'?

- (chuckles) I'm okay.

- I'd offer you a muffin, but
I'm not sure how old they are.

(Stephanie laughs)

- That's okay, you're
not home much, are you?

- Nuh-uh, not really.

But I know this is okay.

- [Stephanie] Thanks.

- What?
(Stephanie chuckles)

Huh?

- I've just never had anybody
treat me so nice before.

- You should always
be treated nice.

(Stephanie yawns)

- Mm, excuse me. (laughs)

- (chuckles) That's okay.

A little tired?

- Yeah.

Just a little.

- Well, why don't I take you
upstairs and show you where

the master bedroom is and you
can stay there tonight, okay?

Okay?
- Okay.

- Here.
- Thanks.

I've gotta go get my stuff,
but you've gotta help me up.

- Oh yeah, this couch
is a little awkward.

- Two, three!

- There you go.
- Thanks.

(Rick sighs)

- Well, uh...

Here you go.

(Stephanie chuckles)

Listen, if you need
anything, I'll just,

well, be downstairs, alright?

You get some sleep, okay?

- Okay.

(melancholic acoustic
guitar music)

(hairdryer blows)

(suspenseful music)

- I can't believe
it, it's not here!

Fuck!

- Check the other fuckin' room.

(Jess yelps)

- What are you doing here?

- None of your fuckin' business.

Where's Stephanie?

- I don't know where
Stephanie is, Blackie.

- You have no fuckin'
idea where she is?

- Well, maybe she's at work.

- (chuckles) She's at work, huh?

You know, funny thing is,
I went by there last night,

and they said she never came in,

and I know she's
not there tonight.

So where the fuck is she?

- I don't know.

- You know, I hate it
when people lie to me.

Spider.

She lied to me.

(glass smashes)
(Jess groans)

(Jess groans)
(melancholic music)

(Spider grunts)

How's your memory now?

Let's take her with us.

(Jess groans)

- What's the matter?

- I've gotta call my sister.

- Why, did she page you?

- No, I've just got
a really bad feeling.

- Alright.

(phone rings)

- Jessica?

- It's so nice of you to call.

- Oh, my god.
(suspenseful music)

- Now, I want you to
listen, and listen close.

You know what I
want, I want the bag.

I want you to go to the Playpen
and I'll call you there.

- What?

- You heard me.

If you ever wanna see
your sister again,

I suggest you be there.

Oh, and by the way, Stephanie,

I'm lookin' forward to
meeting your friend.

- Oh, my god.

- What, what, what's goin' on?

- We've gotta get
back to the apartment.

- Wait, don't panic,
don't panic, alright?

- Rick, you don't understand.

That was Blackie,
he's got my sister.

We've gotta get back to
the apartment right now.

Jessica, Jessica!

Oh, god.

Oh, my god, Rick.

Oh, no.

- Look, uh, let's not jump
to conclusions here, alright?

- The bag.

- What bag?

- The bag that Blackie gave me.

It's not there.

Jessica must've given it to me
when she loaded the luggage!

That's Blackie's bag.

Oh, my god.

- There must be about $200,000
in here and a lot of coke.

What are you doin' with it?

- Blackie gave it
to me to hold onto.

He told me not to look at it.

Rick, he's got Jessica, do
you know what he could do to...

- Listen, he's not gonna do
anything to Jessica, I promise.

We'll handle this, alright?

We'll handle it.
- Okay.

- Come on.

We don't have a lot of time.

(moody rock music)

- [Blackie] So, you saw
Rick the other night, huh?

- [Spider] Yeah, he threw a
party up at the clubhouse.

- Who was there?
- A pretty good crowd.

A lot of girls, you know?

A lot of really, just
good-lookin' chicks.

- The same hookers or...
- The same fuckin' hookers.

- [Blackie] Any new ones?

- [Spider] Well, that girl
Enga got like a new tit job.

It was awesome.
- Shut up.

- They were bigger.
- She was big already!

- [Spider] I know, and now
they're like double-Ds.

- [Blackie] Christ, Jesus.

- [Spider] Was like a
little ass in her bra.

(Blackie laughs)

- [Blackie] You're funny, man.

Alright, come on, grab her.

- [Spider] Come on.

Come on!

- [Blackie] I think
you'll kind of like it.

It's a little homey.

- [Spider] Get in.

- Get in there!

(Jess yelps)

Well, make yourself comfortable.

- Give me your fuckin' hands.

Give me 'em!

- You know, Spider.

I got feelin' Stephanie's
got herself a new boyfriend.

- Oh, yeah?

- I'm really looking
forward to meeting him.

- I bet you are.

- [Blackie] She looks kinda
good like that, huh, Spider?

- Yeah, she does.

She looks real good.
(Blackie chuckles)

- [Blackie] I
think he likes you.

- Frankie, what
the hell happened?

- I don't know.

One of my dancers did
one lap dance too many.

What do you think happened?

Her boyfriend came
in here with his gang

and went berserk, okay?

Didn't I tell you not to get
involved with them, or her?

- No, Frankie...

- Shut your fuckin'
mouth, do you hear me?

Shut your fuckin' mouth!

- Can we stop
pointin' fingers here?

We got a bigger problem.

We think Blackie's
kidnapped her sister.

- Oh, that's it, I'm
callin' the cops.

- No, listen, Frankie, I don't
think that's a good idea.

- Oh, you don't?
- No.

- Her boyfriend comes
in, wrecks the club,

kidnaps her sister, but you
don't think it's a good idea.

You are a stupid son of a bitch.

- Look, we're gonna put her
sister's life in danger.

Besides, I think I
know what he wants.

- Spider, go outside.

- Why?

- 'Cause I don't wanna
be surprised by any
campers, alright?

Relax.

You know, Jessica, I think
you're holding out on me.

I think you know where Stephanie
is and I think you know

who she's with.

- I don't know where
Stephanie is, Blackie.

Just leave me alone.

- You know, uh, Spider,
he kinda likes you.

If I was to go outside
and tell him that,

well, you kinda like him.

- [Jess] Fuck you.

- I think he'd like that.

- Fuck you.

- Let me ask you again.

Where's Stephanie,
and who is she with?

How fond are you of
keeping this ear?

Because if you don't tell
me what I wanna hear,

I'm gonna rip it off
your fuckin' head.

- She's with some guy.

- What guy?
- I don't know.

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

I don't.

(Blackie sighs)

- Were you listening?
- No.

- I'm gonna call the Playpen.
- Alright.

- Keep a fuckin' eye on her.
- Okay.

- And don't touch her.
- I'm not gonna!

(phone rings)
(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- [Blackie] Hey, sunshine.

Guess who.

- Yeah.

I've got it.

What do you want me to do?

(sighs)

That was Blackie.

- This thing just keeps
gettin' worse every minute.

- Look I'm sure he wants to
trade Jessica for his briefcase.

- You don't get it, do you?

You guys are in over your
heads, we gotta call the cops.

- No!

- We can't take that
chance, Frankie.

Besides, I think if we
give him the stuff back,

he'll let go of Jessica.
- You think.

And what if he doesn't, huh?

These guys are not humans,
these guys are animals.

These guys will kill you.

- I've gotta use the restroom.

- Well, what do you
want me to do, huh?

- I'm tellin' you somethin'.

They will kill all of us.

Do you understand that?

This is no joke.

- Point of no return.

- Mm, mm, mm.

Rise and shine, baby.

So, uh, Blackie says
you kinda dig me, huh.

- Yeah, right.
- Yeah.

I gotta admit, you're
not bad lookin'.

Why don't we kill a little
time, huh, what do you say?

- Get off of me! (grunts)

(yelps)
- Come on.

Come on, baby.
(Jess yelps)

Alright.

Alright, fine, you wanna
do it the hard way?

(glass smashes)

(Spider groans)

God damn it!

Fuck!

- What the fuck is goin' on?
- She got away!

- Well, go fuckin' get her!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jesus fuckin' Christ!

She went that way.

Motherfucker.

- I'm gonna go down and see
Blackie and handle this myself.

- Are you outta your mind?

This guy's gonna cut us
up into little pieces.

What's the matter with you?

- Alright, alright, I'm
gonna go check on Stephanie.

- Yeah, you check on her.
- She's cute, ain't she?

- Yeah, adorable, go ahead.

I hate this.

This is my life.

- Hey, Frankie, she's gone.
- Ah, fuck, come on!

(suspenseful music)

(engine revs)

- Got ya.

What do you wanna do with her?

- Take her back to the shack.

- Come on.

Come on!

- God.

(sighs)

(punk rock music)

- Long time no see, little girl.

Where's your old man?

- [Stephanie] I know
who ripped you guys off.

- What the fuck
you talkin' about?

- [Stephanie] Does
this look familiar?

(gasps)

- You got two minutes to tell
me where you got this stuff.

(phone keypad bleeps)

- Aw, geez.

Promise me you'll never
do that again, okay?

Promise me that.

- I talked to him, he
wants to see me alone.

- You're not gonna
see him by yourself.

- He said he'll
let my sister go.

He just wants his stuff back.

- When?

- Tonight, 3AM.

- Where?

- Point Doom.

- I'm goin' with you,
it's too dangerous.

- He's not gonna hurt me, at
least, I don't think he will.

- Yeah, but Stephanie,
you don't know that.

- Rick, let me do this alone.

I've got you too
involved in this already.

I don't have a choice.

- No.

You see, I wanna be involved.

I am involved.

Remember that time I said
to you there was something

different about you, huh?
(Stephanie chuckles)

I don't wanna lose you, ever.

Let's, let's do
this together, okay?

Okay?

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- Get her in there, will you?

- Sit down, damn it!

Don't move.

- [Jess] Oh, god.

What's that?

- [Spider] Oh,
you're gonna like it.

Stop it or I'll break
your fuckin' neck.

Yeah, you're gonna
feel real good now.

- No, no.
(Spider chuckles)

No, no.

No, Blackie, no.

- Hold her.

- Oh, god.

(grunts)

- There's a good
one right there.

(Jess groans and sobs)

You know, I hate
doin' this because,

I really don't know
how much to give.

So, I'll just guess.

(chuckles)

Does it feel good?

(dark atmospheric tones)
(men laugh)

- Jessica.
(Blackie laughs)

Hey.

Jessica.

- [Blackie] Look at her
fuckin' eyes. (laughs)

- Jessica.
(Blackie laughs)

Jessica.

(Blackie laughs)

Jessica.

- Hey, Jess.

(chuckles)

- [Spider] Hey, Jessica.

Jessica.
(Blackie laughs)

Jessica.
(Blackie laughs)

(Blackie coughs and laughs)

(men laugh)

Jessica, come on, girl.
(Blackie laughs)

(Stephanie sighs)

- Do you actually think
that's a good idea?

- Look, we gotta have some
sort of backup, alright?

This guy Blackie is not
gonna show up unarmed.

- Rick, the last
thing I wanna do

is get into a shooting
match with him.

- Look, you're the one who
didn't wanna call the police.

Alright?

Blackie's already killed
six of his own gang members.

He's not gonna think
twice about killin' us.

- I guess I just knew him
different, that's all.

- Yeah.

- Rick?

- Yeah.

- There's something
I need to tell you.

If anything should happen
to me tonight, I mean,

if anything bad should hap...

- Look, this guy Blackie is
about as low as they come.

And I guarantee you, he's not
gonna make it out in the end.

He's not.

(Stephanie sighs)

- What time is it?

- It's, uh, it's midnight.

(Stephanie sighs)

Look, why don't you go
get some sleep, alright?

Go upstairs and
rest a little bit.

I'll stay down here and
I'll set the alarm, okay?

(dark atmospheric tones)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- Hey, Frankie, are you ready?

Alright, I'll meet
you out front.

There she is.

I gotta go down there.

They said, uh,
they said no guns.

(Frankie sighs)

Frankie?

You gotta back me
up on this one.

Frankie.

- [Frankie] I got you.

- Alright.

(dark atmospheric music)

(steel scrapes)

(Stephanie gasps)

(suspenseful music)

- [Stephanie] Damn it!

(engine revs)

(Frankie groans)

- Hey, hey, hey.
(Jess moans)

- Well, if it isn't Stephanie's
knight in shining armor.

- I don't want any
trouble with you, alright?

I brought what you wanted.

- Where's Stephanie?

- Let's leave
Stephanie out of this.

You and I can handle this
by ourselves no problem.

- Did you honestly think that
you were gonna fuck my woman

and get away with it?

Huh?

- Look, I brought what
you wanted, alright?

I mean, you got what you wanted.

- I call the shots here.

(Jess yelps)

Rick, meet Spider.

Spider, this is Rick.

(suspenseful music)

(thud)

Get the bag.

- [Spider] It's all
here, baby, let's move.

- Come on, bitch, get the
fuck up, just get the fuck up.

Come on!
- Come on, man, let's go.

- [Blackie] We're
takin' her with us.

- What the fuck do
we need her for?

- I need her to
get to Stephanie!

- Are you outta
your fuckin' mind?

- Yeah, I'm outta
my fuckin' mind.

- We got what we came for,
man, you wanna stay here

all night and play with these
fuckin' chicks, go ahead.

I'm takin' off.

(gun fires)
(Jess yelps)

- [Blackie] One down, one to go.

- No, no!

(gun fires)

- So you decided to come?
- Jessica, run!

Run!

Don't you move,
you piece of shit!

- You're gonna shoot me?

- I swear to god, Blackie,
don't, don't make me do this!

- Stephanie, are
you gonna shoot me?

- [Stephanie] Blackie don't
come any closer, I swear to god!

I swear to god!
- Go ahead.

Put me out of my fuckin' misery.

Go ahead, do it!

(Stephanie sobs)

I did this for you.

I did all of this for
you, so we could get away.

This is for us.

Calm down, stop, stop.

I love you, Stephanie,
I love you, Stephanie.

Tell me you love me, come
on, tell me you love me.

Tell me, tell me...
- No, I can't.

- Listen to me.
- Please, stop it.

Don't do this.
(dark atmospheric music)

- Okay, we can do this
the fuckin' hard way.

(groans)

(thuds)
(groans and grunts)

- No!

- You wanna fuck with me?

(thuds)
(groans)

Huh, you wanna?

(thuds)
(groans)

(thuds)
(groans)

(thud)
(groans)

You think you can fuck my woman?

(thud)
(groans)

Motherfucker.

- [Stephanie] Leave
him alone, please!

(thuds)
(groans)

(gun fires)

(sobs)

(somber orchestral music)
(sobs)

- It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.
(Stephanie sobs)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.
(Stephanie sobs)

- Let's go now, baby, come on.

Come on, it's okay.

- [Frankie] (groans) My head.

- [Rick] Shit.

(Frankie groans)

- My fuckin' head.

(groans) My fuckin' head.

My fuckin' head.

My fuckin' head.
(engine revs)

(Stephanie screams)
(intense music)

- Come on, come on, get
outta the fuckin' car!

You goin' somewhere?

Get outta the fuckin' car.

You shoot me, motherfucker?

Stop the car,
motherfucker, stop the car!

(tires screech)

(groans)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(somber orchestral music)

(tires screech)

(waves crash)

(motorcycle approaches)

(groans)

- I wouldn't have believed it,

if I didn't see it
with my own eyes.

You robbed and murdered
your own brothers.

And for what?

Drugs?

Money?

The Satan Slaves is
a brotherhood, you
fucking asshole!

- You know what, Tiny?

I've had a pretty fucked up day.

It doesn't have to end that way.

There's enough here,
we could split it, huh?

Walk away.

- So I should just forget
about what you've done, huh?

- At this point, I couldn't
really give a flying fuck.

It's your move, bro. (laughs)

(spits)

(tense atmospheric tones)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(waves crash)

- Hey, Frankie.

What you doin'?

- What do mean, what am I doin'?

- Why didn't you
go home and change?

- What's there to change?

Our whole lives changed, we
killed like half a dozen people,

my club's in friggin', I
gotta worry about my wardrobe?

Hey, Jessica, how you doin'?
- I'm okay.

- Yeah, you hungry?
- Yeah.

- I'll buy you some
bread, you like eggs?

Yeah? You come with me,
she'll be with me, alright?

- Okay.
- Everything will be good.

- Alright.

- I'll buy her an
omelet or somethin'.

- I think he's got a few issues
or somethin' to deal with.

I still can't have a normal
conversation with that guy.

Come here.

I'm so glad you
came into my life.

I'm so glad.

(warm orchestral music)

(moody hip-hop music)

♪ Ice T, baby

♪ This goes out to all
you haters out there ♪

♪ Actin' like a brother
done did somethin' wrong ♪

♪ 'Cause he got his game tight

♪ Don't hate the
player, hate the game ♪

♪ Don't hate the
player, hate the game ♪

♪ Niggas, sharpen your aim

♪ Every baller on the streets
is searchin' fortune and fame ♪

♪ Some come up, some get
done up, except the twist ♪

♪ If you out for mega cheddar,
you got to go high risk ♪

♪ Sometimes I get illy,
cock back the nine-milli ♪

♪ I choose not to bust,
smack your punk-ass silly ♪

♪ Just bought a crib, it
cost two-point-five milli ♪

♪ Swimming pool in my livin'
room, I guess I'm a willy ♪

♪ I don't get high, so I
don't split the phillies ♪

♪ Niggas say they gonna kill
me and I say, oh, really ♪

♪ Hit my Kawazakie, I
pull off on a willy ♪

♪ This is straight-lace pimpin',
I know you hoes feel me ♪

♪ I come through, make
your whole club petrol ♪

♪ You might as well let go, I
blast, make the whole cub echo ♪

♪ You don't really wanna
test a LA vet, though ♪

♪ Most of my crew's on
Death Row, for real ♪

♪ Quick with the trigger,
nice with the steel ♪

♪ Step into the kill
zone, caps get peeled ♪

♪ You whack, you lookin'
for a record deal ♪

♪ Bow down, on second
thought, punk bitch, kneel ♪

♪ Don't hate the
player, hate the game ♪

♪ Niggas, sharpen your aim

♪ Every baller on the streets
is searchin' fortune and fame ♪

♪ Some come up, some get
done up, except the twist ♪

♪ If you out for mega cheddar,
you got to go high risk ♪

♪ Don't hate the
player, hate the game ♪

♪ Niggas, sharpen your aim

♪ Every baller on the streets
is searchin' fortune and fame ♪

♪ Some come up, some get
done up, except the twist ♪

♪ If you out for mega cheddar,
you got to go high risk ♪

♪ Don't hate, 'cause my game's
much tighter than yours ♪

♪ My girls, finer than yours

♪ My jewels shine
brighter than yours ♪

♪ You look me dead in my face

♪ Then you act like
you don't see me ♪

♪ You wanna be me, you hate
my motherfuckin' guts ♪

♪ Lickin' nuts,
what's the deal ♪

♪ It's a level playin' field

♪ My game's against
yours, hustlin' wars ♪

♪ Roll the dice, risk
your motherfuckin' life ♪

♪ Bank rolls and low
hoes, anything goes ♪

♪ Ridin' rolls in a week,
clap a nigga who speaks ♪

♪ I'm suceedin' in tryin' to
keep from bleedin' in the lane ♪

♪ Crystal meth, X-T-C
and crack cocaine ♪

♪ Got a nigga tryin' to
figure out the best route ♪

♪ I got cops in my rear
view too, but I'll shoot ♪

♪ Every bitch I meet is
fuckin' up to somethin' ♪

♪ Take a nigga to the crib, lay
him down and start dumpin' ♪

♪ Gat pumpin', they'll
kill your ass for a G ♪

♪ Hate the game,
motherfucker, don't hate me ♪

♪ Don't hate the
player, hate the game ♪

♪ Niggas, sharpen your aim

♪ Every baller on the streets
is searchin' fortune and fame ♪

♪ Some come up, some get
done up, except the twist ♪

♪ If you out for mega cheddar,
you got to go high risk ♪

♪ Yo, my name will sell better
than rap like the Acropalis ♪

♪ Suckers might as
well step back ♪

♪ There ain't no stoppin' this

♪ Whack magazines who tried
and tried to topple this ♪

♪ I still got more Lexus and
gators on my shoppin' list ♪

♪ Make a fist, take your best
shot, bet you drop it, kid ♪

♪ Hit more licks than you
and never caught a bid ♪

♪ Make the whole world go
crazy, they said about the pig ♪

♪ Bald-headed hoes step back,
bitch go and cop a wig ♪

♪ When I do a show, best
believe it's rocked ♪