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(wind hissing)

(plane engine whirring)

(tires screeching)

(plane engine sputtering)

- Senor Guido?

But of course,

in this hazardous business,

one must be sure.

I'm Ramirez.

- Yeah, why don't we just take care of business?

- I appreciate your willingness to help us

in our cause, my friend.

I only wish your government

was as sympathetic.

We are involved in a great struggle.

The freedom of our people...

- Okay, now what kind

of weapons and munitions

are we talking about here?

- I have a list.

- I don't need no damn list.

You know what I'm after.

- Narcotics are no problem, my friend.

We produce the finest

cocaine in the world.

Our revolution must succeed.

- Let's take a look at the list.

(paper rustling)

I don't see any problem.

- Excellent, then things are settled, huh?

Terms as we discussed?

- You got it.

But that shit better

be top drawer, Jack.

You understand?

I'll be in touch.

(plane engine sputtering)

(groovy jazz music)

(car engine whirring)

(tires screeching)

- Hold, hold it!

(guns firing)

- I can't believe it.

I actually finish lunch

without us getting a call.

- [Woman on Radio] Dwell Keller seven,

Dwell Keller seven,

82, 11 robbery in progress.

One is 27...

- That's us.

- Had to open your big mouth, huh?

(Tony laughs)

- Come on.

(car engine whirring)

(adventurous music)

(tires screeching)

(siren blaring)

(guns firing)

(tires screeching)

(siren blaring)

(tires screeching)

- We got one,

the other's on the roof.

- Right.

(guns firing)

- Come on, let's get that shot.

- Coming, no come on, this way.

(adventurous music)

Hey, hold it!

It's me, Stephanie Adams, Channel Six.

- Me too.

- You almost got your Black ass

blown away that time.

- You two stay here, you got it?

(adventurous music)

(footsteps clocking)

(guns firing)

All right, I'll take the roof.

Get around behind me.

- All right.

(adventurous music)

(guns firing)

(footsteps clocking)

Freeze, mister.

(guns firing)

(thudding)

Hey man, you all right?

- I'm alive.

(groovy jazz music)

(water splashing)

(women chattering faintly)

- Yeah.

- You should've seen

our heroes swing into action.

They were terrific.

I missed a shot of

you're wasting the bad guy.

Next time, why don't you

get closer to the roof?

- You may think it's all

fun and games, sweetheart.

One of these days...

- Are you all right?

- Sure, how about you?

What's happening with your old man?

How's the parole coming?

- Well, his attorney says,

that his case comes up

for review again in November.

- I guess that means more money.

- Oh, it always means more money.

Which reminds me

that I've gotta go

get my act together.

- Tony.

(footsteps clocking)

You're hurt, are you all right?

- Hey, it's just a scratch.

- [Stephanie] Looks like Terry

and Tony gonna play duck.

- I could dig it.

I'll pass.

See y'all at the club tonight.

- All right now, take care. - Okay.

- Hey, that's nothing to joke about.

He could've gotten killed.

- So what about me?

I was there too.

- Some partner.

(smooches)

Come on, baby.

Have some bratwurst.

- Now, there's a girl

who knows what she likes.

- Hey, hey, hey,

what you're cooking there, boy?

- Nothing.

- Good 'cause that's exactly

what you're gonna get, nothing.

Hey, truce?

- [Kicks] It's good you didn't

get hung up with Terry today.

This could be important.

How's the arm, still hurting?

- [Tony] Nah, it's okay.

- Look, if you had more

natural rhythm, man,

you wouldn't get clipped like that.

You gotta have some moves, baby.

You don't see old Kicks

catching no lead, do you?

- No, the only thing

you're catching is Stephanie.

And I thought you were the smart one.

- Hey, come on.

Looks who's talking.

Terry said you hung out

and dry her for days.

- And I don't mind a bit.

I like that little girl.

- Yeah, for a while,

I was wondering about that.

Her eliminate the hotel and all.

- The Queen's Castle?

Some hotel, you know as well

as I do that's just a front.

Shit, Ziggy spends more time

in the joint than he does out.

Five to 10 for armed robbery

and Fay, not too clean either.

Yeah, they're the ones doing the using.

They've been ripping off girls

like Terry all along.

- Tony, what are you trying to say?

- What I'm saying is

that girls living in that hotel

have fingered at least

five major heists in

the last two years.

And then, conveniently disappeared

or have been snuffed.

- Yeah, I dig,

which makes Terry a natural.

Her working for that big security's outfit now.

- You've got it.

- Well, I gotta believe

there's more to it than that.

- Hey, there's your man.

- Yep.

- That's your turn to play detective.

- Thank you.

(elated jazz music)

- All right, champ.

Do your stuff.

- All right, everybody

just be cool, take it easy.

(door creaking open)

Oh, there is my man.

- Hey, what's this shit, man?

- You gotta pee again,

chump, that's what.

- Oh, man.

- Hey, I wouldn't do that.

- Hey man, what the fuck?

(thudding)

(Alphonse groans)

- He's not gonna look

very pretty when he comes out.

(clacking)

(Alphonse groans)

- Goddamnit.

- Heard you make a great sound

with those birdies eh, Alphonse?

So what's the story?

(Alphonse sighs)

- I'm not sure.

Some thing big is going down.

A guy named Guido's the contact.

Big dude, brother out of Detroit.

Shaved head and all.

I got a mug shot of him here somewhere.

Drugs are his usual thing.

I don't know.

Maybe a big buyer is going down here.

He's hooked up with the Queen's Castle.

I do know that.

- Queen's Castle?

- Thought you'd like that.

I know you and your partner's

been trying to nail

that joint for a while.

So when I got the rumble on the dude,

I decided to go ahead... - All right, all right,

what else you've got?

- He did some time with Ziggy

and Folsom in the '60s.

You know that clown,

that muscles for the balls lady.

Pretty eh?

What I can't figure out

is why this dude's messing

around with those people?

I mean they're small-timers.

He's heavy duty.

Just doesn't figure.

- Yeah well, what else you got?

- That's it, brother.

Wish I could give you more.

- Yeah, me too.

(punch thuds)

Sorry, bro, you okay?

- What the hell was that for?

- Oh, we gotta make

it look real, don't we?

- Thanks for the warning.

Hey, now look at that face.

- You weren't exactly a Cadillac

when you pulled in here.

(Alphonse laughs)

What the hell, can you say that?

You ready?

- Yeah, let's give 'em a show.

(footsteps clocking)

(clacking)

- Now, you better keep

your nose clean, Black beauty.

'Cause the next time I come around,

I'm gonna straighten

the rest of it out.

Give the folks some music, Sherlock.

Should all got chilling, got rhythm.

(groovy music)

Come on, folks, enjoy yourselves.

- What went down?

- I'll run it down to you later.

Right now, we got just enough time to change

and meet the girls at The Hunt Room.

What are you grinning at?

- You, I like the way

you lean on your own people.

No partiality, totally color blind.

Oh, you're my kinda cop.

- [Kicks] Fuck you.

♪ No more mail until tomorrow ♪

♪ Still I have a lonely day ahead ♪

♪ I've got so many things ♪

♪ I need to do ♪

♪ But I know I'll end up ♪

♪ Missing you instead ♪

♪ A postage stamp, a piece of paper ♪

♪ Mailed from wherever you may be ♪

♪ And time enough to write ♪

♪ And I love you ♪

♪ You see those words mean everything to me ♪

♪ And I know you'll come to me ♪

♪ As soon as your time is through ♪

♪ Then I can say goodbye ♪

♪ To loneliness and sorrow ♪

♪ But I need you so ♪

♪ And I have to know ♪

♪ That you're still missing me ♪

♪ But now, there's no more ♪

♪ Mail until tomorrow ♪

♪ Each day's another hill ♪

♪ For me to climb ♪

♪ But I'll get through ♪

♪ And baby, it's so hard ♪

♪ To live on promises ♪

♪ 'Cause nothing ever takes ♪

♪ The place of you ♪

♪ Nothing ever takes the place of you ♪

(crowd applauds)

- Kicks.

- Damn it.

- You gotta lay off the stuff.

Something just might happen.

- Just trying to lead me

from the path of righteousness

into the clutches of demon realm.

- Amen, brother, amen.

- Bad girl.

- I was gonna get worse

than that, stand up.

- Oh man, worse than that?

You mean there's something worse

than this buzz I already got?

- Let us not forget last sensuousness.

That means we're going skinny-dipping.

(Terry giggles)

- Terry, I have to take care of something.

I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

- Okay.

- Okay.

(smooches)

(footsteps clocking)

Guido!

Same position.

(clacking)

- Right side, cop.

I got a permit.

- Huh, who'd give you a permit?

What are you doing here?

- I just stopped by for a drink.

- You're a long ways from Detroit.

How's your friend, Ziggy?

- Ziggy, you're way

out of mind, honky pig.

How does it feel now, cop?

(Tony groans)

(punches thudding)

- Just how the hell long

were you standing over there?

- Well Tony, you know?

I don't know wanna interrupt

any of your conversations

unless I feel they're really serious.

- Well look, when there's three

of them and one of me, it's serious.

- Yeah well, I realized that

when he called you a honky pig.

(Tony laughs)

- Well, what do you wanna do with him?

You wanna take him in?

- Well, we'll just leave him

for the garbage collector to pick up.

(clapping)

Later.

(groovy music)

- Hey Terry, what's happening?

- Ziggy, we have nothing to talk about.

- Oh, come on now, Terry.

How come you don't come around here

and visit us anymore, huh?

We're still holding some of

your IOUs, you know?

Yeah, that's right.

Your credit here is still good.

- Look Ziggy, I'm through with it.

I don't play cards, dice,

or the horses anymore.

I'm through, do you get it?

I don't gamble.

- Oh, ain't love great?

But you gotta figure out

how to pay off those debts some way.

I think I know the way.

- Cut it out, Ziggy.

- Oh, come on.

- Go on!

- Oh, go ahead.

Go ahead and take a poke at me.

- You all right?

What are you doing with this creep?

- Come on, Tony, I'm all right.

Let's go, okay.

- Wait a minute, come on.

I wanna see you take a poke at me.

Especially in front of all these people.

All these witnesses.

Oh boy, I'd love to slap

a brutality suit on ya.

Yeah, come on.

- You lay as much as one finger on her.

- Oh, wait a minute,

wait a minute, look, look, look.

(Ziggy laughs)

- Come on, Tony.

(Ziggy laughs)

(elbow thudding) (Ziggy grunts)

- I'm sorry, Ziggy, I slipped.

- [Kicks] We can come back

and skinny-dip later, okay?

- You jarred turkey,

you're just trying to get in my pants.

- What are you talking about?

You haven't got any pants on.

Come on, please.

I gotta get up early in the morning.

- If you want me,

come in and get me.

- You don't think I will, huh?

All right, we'll see about that.

- Come on, turkey.

- Well, what happened with Terry?

- It just did, baby.

Nothing happened.

That cop boyfriend of hers

came busting in on us.

First, he roused squid, all right.

Then he punches me in the stomach.

I'm telling you,

he's asking for it, Fay.

- I hear you.

Look, all we're interested in is Terry.

Once she tips us to

which messenger is delivering

those securities, I don't care

what happens to either one of them.

- Yeah, that's fine, Fay.

Meanwhile that cop is nosing around here,

getting in everybody's way.

- So what do you suggest?

You haul your cannon again.

You just blow him out?

- No baby, I suggest that we let

him keep nosing around here.

Him and that nigger partner of his.

Keep clock on our action.

And when they pull the covers off,

as the DA steps in,

now, does that sound better huh?

- All right.

Get rid of him.

- Whoever's in my way.

- [Fay] But with a lot of style and clean.

- [Ziggy] Real clean, real clean.

(kids screaming excitedly)

- [Boy] I'll get you.

- [Boy] I mean I beat you.

- Next Thursday.

(kids screaming excitedly)

- [Boy] I'll get you.

(Jazzy music)

(car engine whirring)

(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

(car engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

(clanking)

- Anyway, that's the story

the way we got it.

He died instantly.

♪ Honey, listen to me ♪

♪ Before you walk out that door ♪

♪ Here, let me talk to you some more ♪

♪ And if you're reaching out to touch me ♪

♪ You can sweep a little hand ♪

♪ And you're lonely ♪

♪ That's why you're over ♪

♪ Why you're dancing a rock and roll band ♪

♪ Now, shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, shake a leg ♪

♪ Yeah, shake a leg, mama ♪

♪ Shake a leg, honey ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby &

♪ Shake a leg, baby &

♪ Shake a leg, shake a leg ♪

♪ I wanna do a little show ♪&

♪ You can do one for me ♪

♪ Stand up and then get your kicks for free ♪

♪ Yeah, shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby &

♪ Shake a leg, baby &

♪ Shake a leg, baby &

♪ Shake a leg, shake a leg ♪

♪ Shake a leg, honey ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, shake a leg ♪

♪ Now, shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, baby ♪

♪ Shake a leg, mama ♪

♪ Shake a leg, honey ♪

♪ Shake a leg, shake a leg ♪

(car door thudding)

(groovy jazz music)

- Hey, big time.

You're looking for me, baby?

- We're looking for something.

You don't think we're coming

in this toilet for nothing, do you?

- That would make you

the heavy duty one.

Roll with us.

What exactly are you looking for?

- Sit down.

Morrey said you were connected.

You better be.

- I know who, and what's worth, and all.

- When can you deliver?

- Hey, cool yourself.

I mean, I ain't exactly

sitting on it, baby.

It'll take a little time.

- I ain't got time.

-I can get it

but this is gonna cost you, bro.

- I thought you told him our price.

- He did but we ain't exactly

talking about a used Cadillac now, are we?

If you want a high-shelf merchandise,

and you want it in a hurry,

you got to pay the dealer, baby.

About twice that amount ought to do it.

$200,000 oughta take us right up.

- 200,000?

- TCB, got to take care

of business, little brother. (chuckles)

And my people ain't parting

with gun gone until I've got

the cash, you understand?

- This better be new goods.

Or I'm gonna do this town a public service.

- Nice man.

- On the 15th, no later.

- You got it.

Hey, what you're gonna do

with all that artillery, start a war?

- The 15th.

- Hey Danial, get the people a drink, man.

- And you better deliver.

- Hey, what's the hurry.

I mean let's socialize man.

I don't even know where you'll cash in.

I mean what about if I need

to call you or something, come on.

- I do the contacting.

(siren blaring)

- All right, Steph.

You guys stay right here.

No closer, and I mean it.

- [Stephanie] What's going on here?

- A terrorist assassination attempt,

has hostage, wants plane,

wants car, wants money,

so forth and so on, and blah-blah-blah.

- Yeah, tell me that next week.

- Look, he could be out any minute now.

You just stay here, sweetheart, okay.

I don't wanna have to be the one

to pick your little lovely ass up

piece by piece.

- Hey, hey, hey, the man is worried about me.

Why don't stop by the apartment later,

we can watch the replay on the news.

- Yeah, we'll see.

(siren blaring)

Nicholas, now just take it easy, Nicholas.

We got you the car,

and the way is clear to the airport.

There won't be any trouble.

- You pig, you lying pig!

You lied to your own people.

You lied to Little Mumba.

You lied to Martin Luther King.

And you're lying to me.

- The car is right in front of the entrance.

I'm looking at it now.

(helicopter whirring)

- See this?

I'm wired to a bomb.

This is a dead man switch.

You try anything,

I'll kill us all!

(car door clicking)

Get it over the ear. (hostage sobbing)

Thy sexy ear.

Come back here!

- Let me go.

(bomb blasting)

- [Newscaster] A police spokesman reported

that the former mental patient

accidentally caused the device to explode.

Both he and the hostage perished

in the ensuing holocaust.

The victim's name has been withheld

pending notification of next of kin.

And now, for the weather.

- Hey, nice job, Steph.

- Huh, it was okay.

Still trying to convince my boss

to give me an on-camera job, though.

- Hey, by the way,

what's been happening on Terry lately?

- She's been on a gambling binge

ever since Tony.

- What rumor is the game in tonight?

Come on, baby,

we both know what's been

going on around this girl's hotel.

- Okay, so you know.

Saw a few chicks into that shit.

- It's a little bigger than that, honey.

- So what do you want from me?

- Well, we can start

with a little...

(smooches)

(sensual jazz music)

- Terry, darling, where have you been?

We were worried.

- Vegas.

- Hope you won.

- So, where's the game tonight?

- Room 325.

- My credit's still good?

- Sure.

(door knocking)

- Bob.

- Hey Terry, hi, how are you?

- Hey Bobby, good to see you.

- Nice, you can make it, it's still early though.

- I'm fine.

- [Man] I fold.

It's good you look in there, Uncle Ship.

- Oh Terry

- What is all this game?

- You called, hi, Terry.

Full house.

(sensual music)

- Hey Kicks, what you said before,

you weren't serious about

Fay and Ziggy, were you?

- No look, there have been

five major heists in the last two years.

Only connection between them all,

all inside jobs.

Now, what would that have to do

with the Queen's Castle?

- Hey, I got it.

In each case, they rip off

some Barbie chick who lived here, right?

- You got it.

It was all Tony's idea.

That's why he hooked up with Terry.

Figured she just might be

the next likely candidate.

- Especially since she works

for that security transfer place.

- Yeah, plus it'll give them

a chance to hang around here a lot.

- Poor girl, wish there were

something we could do.

- Well, the best thing we could do

is just leave her alone.

She's gotta work it out herself.

Anyway, you've done enough lying

to a boss about your old sick mama.

When she's out, running around having sprees.

- Yeah, but she's in a spot.

I'm just trying to help.

She would do the same for me, Kicks.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

She doesn't realize what she's doing or why.

- If I could only get an angle.

- What?

- Nothing, I was just thinking about Tony.

He's just like a brother to me.

- Will it help if I snoop around a little?

- Look, you just stay away from it, okay?

Just don't mess around with it.

Ziggy wasted Tony.

He's not gonna give a damn

about putting away a little

snoopy reporter now, come on.

- Yeah, but he won't just do it.

Do you ever think I can just

look the other way now, do ya?

- You stay out of it or...

- Or what?

- Or I'm gonna bite your little ass,

bite some ass.

(playful screaming)

- Ah, Kicks!

(groovy music)

- Five clubs, Terry.

- Anyone, all in?

(chattering faintly)

- Don't leave a millionaire, Terry.

- Watch out next time.

- See you, Terry. - See you next time, Terry.

- [Dealer] Jack, bets.

(chattering faintly)

(phone dial clicking)

(phone ringing)

- Sergeant Carter.

- Kicks! (laughs)

This is our man in the ghetto.

The man that's gonna get you, your promotion.

- Yeah sure, give me an update.

- That dude's put in an order

big enough to arm all the African nations.

He wants everything from automatic weapons

and explosives, to nail clippers.

And he wants it like yesterday.

- And how in the hell do you

figure on delivering?

- Hey, he's dealing with Trader Al, baby.

I can get them.

People I'm dealing with

sitting on everything I need.

But the one thing they haven't got is bread.

They'll be only too willing, baby.

- Hey look, it's getting

a little heavy, man.

- Sure it is but Kicks,

that could put me in on both sides.

First, we get this Guido.

I really wanna nail his ass.

- Yeah, I wonder what his game is.

He's narcotics, and he's damn slick.

And why the hell he needs Fay and Ziggy?

I never figure that one.

Just doesn't add up.

- Yeah, I know.

But we got to deliver.

We can't have him going around

scoring weapon and ammo on his own?

It's got to be through us.

We're too close to this now.

- Yeah well, look,

if you need anything from my end,

let me know.

Hey, be careful.

Keep a low profile.

- Low profile, I turn Sideways Jack,

and you won't even see

my Black ass, time's up.

(enthusiastic jazz music)

(door knocking)

- Answer the door, will ya?

I heard somebody at the door.

All right, you turkey.

Everyone's gonna have fun right now.

- If that's the cops, we're gonna get busted.

- That'll be crazy. - Hey bud, how are you?

- Come on in.

Guys, it's Terry!

- Hi, hi, Terry, how are ya?

- I'm good.

- Hey, come on, rack it on, fresh money.

- Hey, cutie. - Watch out, guys.

You're tangling with lady luck tonight.

- Oh yeah?

- Yup. - How are you doing, honey?

- We got another

pigeon over you. - All right.

(men laugh)

- You just wait and see,

big time. - Hey, I'll tell you what,

let's make it interesting.

Put an ace out, Bob,

Five-Card Stud, huh, how about that?

- We like anything.

- [Shirtless Man] Eight straight, six possible card.

Down and dirty.

- The ace is... - Let's just bet.

- [Shirtless Man] Ace is jack pack.

- [Terry] I know, okay, what do we have here?

- Put an ace up, you guys, come on.

- I don't know about that,

playing with women.

- Come on up, there we go.

Cards are on the table.

There we go, there it is.

All right, oh, we got a Hook.

We've got an eight Bomb.

We've got a Cowboy.

That's right, and another jack.

All right, can you bet?

Come on, baby.

- I should be ending this game.

- I call. - Why y'all?

- I'm out. - I see, I see, I see.

- Really?

- [Shirtless Man] Hey, Dousey, it's up to you.

- [Terry] Come on, Dousey. (cheers)

- [Shirtless Man] If you kill me

on this card, I'll kill ya.

- Here's 40, and here's another 10.

- [Shirtless Man] Good night, Louis.

All of you.

- [Man] Ace is in all, I know that.

- [Shirtless Man] Hey, wait, wait, you gotta...

- Wait, wait, wait. - I have a live one.

I got it, I got him a...

- [Shirtless Man] Hey, Pipe, Terry's the San Bertol.

Gaining on a king's a jack top.

- Ace, okay, 10.

- [Shirtless Man] Verified, donna.

Now, better Quarter-ball. - Like this was me.

- [Man] All right, here it comes.

- Okay. - Seven bloated,

fades all to hell.

- Oh yeah. - This guy's got supply.

Come on, right, come on.

- [Man] Seven all.

- You're really speeding.

- Yeah.

- [Man] You're really speeding.

- [Shirtless Man] Yeah, five diamond.

- All right.

- Bet 200.

- Too rich for my blood.

- I'm light a hundred.

- No honey, go away.

- [Man] Table stakes.

- [Man] House rules.

You got anything?

Your watch or something?

- What am I worth?

- What do you mean?

- If I lose, I'll take you all on.

- When do we collect?

- Now, if I lose.

- [Man] I can't turn down an offer like that.

- I call.

Aces full.

- No, wait honey.

- Four little seven, 28.

All right boys, line up.

- Come on, come on, it was just a bet.

- That's a bet.

Yes, sir.

- Please, it was just a bet!

- Damn right, it was just a bet.

God damn right,

it was a just bet. (Terry screams)

Sweetheart, now get over here.

- No.

(slap thudding)

No (sobbing), stop.

Stop it.

- Listen, come on.

Yes, sir.

- Please, it was just a bet.

- Yeah honey, it was a bet.

God damn right, it was a bet.

- No.

- [Man] That's a bet.

- Stop It.

Please.

- [Man] Yeah, damn right it was a bet.

- No!

Stop it!

(zipper zipping)

(clock ticking)

(clacking)

(zipper zipping)

(coins clacking)

- Well, look at all that money.

Wow, you must be rich.

- What do you want, Ziggy?

- Just hanging around.

- Well, why don't you hang out

a little further away?

- Come on now, Val.

That's not being very friendly, is it huh?

Why can't you be nice

to me for a change?

Here, I'll help you with your money.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

- Cute, you know you're about

as much fun as cancer.

- Hey, you're getting real clever.

You're developing a real salty mouth,

you know that?

- Why don't you leave me alone?

You know my sincerity.

I don't bother you.

- Oh, that's just it.

Now, you do bother me

a lot, you know?

- You're hurting me, damn it.

- Hey, let me ask you something.

Let me ask you something.

You got that old man in prison.

He's been there for such a long time.

How come I never see you with anybody?

I mean what are you saving

all that precious meat for?

- For my old age.

Now, will you let me go?

- Hey, you know what they're doing

with that old man of yours

in prison, don't you?

You know what the guys there do to him?

By the time he gets out of jail,

he's gonna never wanna look

at another woman again.

- You make me sick.

He's 10 times the man you are.

- Oh, there goes that real

serious mouth again.

- You and Fay deserve each other.

You're both a couple of sickos.

- Oh, suck it to me, sicko.

- Look, here's a dime.

Why don't you go call somebody

who gives a shit?

- All right, what should I call?

- Look, what do I have to do

to get rid of you?

What do you want me to do, scream?

Oh, you'd really like that, wouldn't you?

Okay, I'll play your little game.

(screams)

- Hey, shut up.

(Val screams)

(slap cracking)

- Ziggy, what the hell is this?

You okay?

- Yeah, just great.

Why don't you call your goddamn dog off?

- Ziggy, get in here.

Now!

(footsteps clocking)

(coins clacking)

(phone dial-pad clicking)

- Did you hip the girl yet, Fay?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Straighten her out.

What the fuck's keeping you?

Well, lean on her, Fay.

I need some action now, or I'm out.

No, I don't think you do understand.

If I'm out, where does that leave you?

Wrong, not only do you lose your cut

but you're out of business, period.

You and Ziggy, got it?

(door knocking)

- Come in.

Sit down.

- No thanks, I'm in a hurry.

- Suit yourself.

You've been leaving your IOUs

with some pretty rough people.

I just done you a favor and bought 'em up.

Almost 15 grand.

- 15,0007

(sobs)

Oh God.

- Hey sweetheart, come on, relax.

- Fay, I don't have this kind of money.

- You don't necessarily

have to pay with money.

- What do you mean?

- You could get me some information

from that stock and security place,

where you work.

You've done it before.

- You mean like an inside tip

on the stock market?

- Yeah, sure, that's it.

But not really a tip.

I need some information

about the movement of

one of your messengers.

- Fay, you know I don't have access

to that kind of information.

- Then you're gonna have to pay up, cash.

Today.

- I can't, I don't have

that kind of money.

Where am I gonna get that kind of money?

- Hey, hey, don't break down on me again.

I'm perfectly willing

to give you a little time.

- A little time?

- Sure, you asked me real nice.

I'm okay with a couple of days.

(Terry sobbing)

(car engines whirring)

- Hey, I thought you were taking me home.

- Relax, I gotta make a quick stop.

It's just a little out of the way.

(car engine whirring)

- Hi Ziggy, how are ya?

Hey, let me get rid of this water.

I'll be right back.

(car door thudding)

(car hood creaking)

Hey, I'm gonna have that

payment for you soon.

But I just don't have it right.

(glass shattering) Oh no, don't get my car.

Think that's it.

I'm gonna work it out, don't do it!

Ah jeez, no, I need this car

to get to work.

No, no, no.

Ziggy, no!

Now, I'm gonna walk to work

if I don't have a car.

Come on, Ziggy.

If I can't drive to work,

how the hell am I gonna pay ya?

No Ziggy, I need that car.

My wife has been sick,

and I haven't had the money.

Jesus Christ, oh gosh!

How am I gonna get any money

if I can't get to work?

Ziggy, oh God, I need work.

You'll get your money.

(thudding)

Goddamnit, Ziggy.

Why did you do that for?

Now, I can't even get to work.

(groans)

(car door creaking)

(car engine whirring)

- Ziggy, what are you doing?

(bones cracking)

(tires screeching)

- Oh you, you sure have beautiful legs.

Hate to have anything happen to 'em.

(car engine whirring)

- That messenger must carry

over a quarter of a million dollars

in negotiable securities.

Thanks, and then he wants me to call them,

and tell them the time he's going,

and the route he's gonna take.

- But I think we should call the police.

- I can't do that, Ziggy'd kill me.

- Yeah and he will too,

if Kicks is right.

He thinks Ziggy killed Tony.

- [Terry] Oh my God.

- Look, I got an idea.

After you call Ziggy about

the messenger, you call me.

I'll follow him and film the whole rip-off.

We'll nail Ziggy cold,

and you'll be safe, okay?

(groovy jazz music)

(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

- Hey, how you doing?

What you got?

- Take a look at this.

(reel clicking)

(piano music)

(crowd chattering faintly)

(reel clicking)

- That's some heavy shit.

You gotta be crazy

messing around like this.

Why in the hell didn't you call me first?

- I'm sorry, I didn't

think they'd actually kill anyone.

- Jesus Christ, where are they now?

- I don't know, probably back at the club.

Val's there now to keep gnawing on things.

- Hanging out where?

- At the club.

- I supposed Terry's there too?

- No, she's at work, waiting for me.

- Well look, you call Val,

tell her to get the hell out of there.

And you pick up Terry,

and catch up with me later.

You got it?

- Yeah, all right.

- Now!

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Is Valerie there?

- Val, it's for you.

- Who's this?

- Who do you think it is, it's Ziggy.

- Oh hey, Ziggy, how you doing?

- Okay.

It's Stephanie.

- Hi.

- Hey look, I realized you can't talk.

So just listen.

I saw the whole thing,

it was terrible.

They killed the messenger.

I saw Kicks, and he's on his way

over there with the cops.

(phone handset clicking)

Now, we got the evidence we need.

So get out of there right now.

- Okay, I'm on my way.

(Valerie groaning)

(siren blaring)

- All I wanna know is

what evidence is Stephanie talking about?

(slap cracking)

Sweetheart, I got ways of hurting you,

you don't even know about.

(slap cracking)

You want me to lean on your old man, huh?

- Baby, one phone call from me,

we can snuff him out like that.

(slap cracking)

- I'm not kidding.

- Look, I'm just the piano player around here.

I don't know nothing from nothing.

- She's lying.

(phone ringing)

- What they mean?

(chattering faintly over radio)

- Hello.

- Ziggy, this is Kicks Carter.

The place is surrounded.

You have five minutes...

(phone handset clacking)

Get in position.

(bell buzzing)

- What is it?

- Your world's about to come down

on your head, baby.

The cops are here.

You guys cover the back door, huh?

Hat, you and Mel cover the front door.

- What we do about her?

- She's just another loser.

Better forget about her.

Come on, let's head for the roof.

(gun firing)

(switch clicking)

(Valerie sobbing)

(guns firing)

(guns clicking)

(Valerie sobbing)

(Jazzy music)

- Val, are you all right?

- They know, Ziggy and Guido.

- Brother, take care of her.

(siren blaring)

Hold it.

(guns firing)

(vigorous jazz music)

(fence clattering)

(footsteps clocking)

(clacking)

(clanking)

(punches thudding)

(footsteps clocking)

No where to run now, Ziggy.

It's all over, Ziggy.

I'm taking you in.

- Hell you are, you nigger cop bastard.

One more step,

and you're gonna end up

just like your partner.

(grunts)

(laughs)

(plank swooshing)

(punch thudding)

(splattering)

- Thank you, ladies.

I'll get your friend to do the drawing.

(chattering faintly over radio)

- You all right, huh?

(groovy jazz music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Yeah, get me Alphonse.

- Alphonse.

(groovy jazz music)

- How you doing, man?

- This is Kicks.

- Hey, hold on.

Okay, what you got, baby?

- Look man, we got problems.

We nailed Ziggy but Guido got away.

A wing tip, I know that much.

- Yeah well, hey, you don't worry about that.

You'll get another shot soon enough.

The plane's set for Sana.

And hey, don't let him

slide this time, okay?

- Oh, where are you making the switch?

- I don't know, that's up to him.

Somewhere in the desert.

- Look, then how in hell am I gonna?

- Hey, hey, relax, little brother.

Everything's covered.

I put a J4 homing device inside the crates.

Just give Brother Al a little chance

to make the delivery,

follow the bells and ripple, baby.

And that nasty nigger's all yours.

- Hey, you make it sound pretty simple.

- It is baby, you're dealing

with Trader Alphonso, great gun dealer

of the Western world.

Just like milking honey.

We give everything but green stamps.

- Yeah, just like the neighborhood supermarket.

- Later, baby.

(Jazz music)

(car engine whirring)

(car door creaking)

- You've been after that slick

son of a bitch for two years.

What makes you think you can get him?

- Look at him.

You federal narcs just spend

too much time on paperwork

and expense accounts instead

getting down on the street,

where the action is.

(car door thudding)

(footsteps clocking)

- What's the matter, baby?

Somebody tried to scalp you?

(laughs)

Hey, sports goods, baby.

Already checked it out.

Only been used once.

But a little old school,

teacher in whites. (laughs)

- You're a regular flip Wilson Age.

- Another day, another dollar.

Nothing to it, baby.

Hey, if you wanna do this again,

hey, let me know.

I'll deliver all you can buy.

- This is A1, check it our yourself.

(rifle firing)

- Hey, what are you trying to do, baby?

Wake up all the eight realms? (laughs)

- I'm glad you're having fun.

- I did my work, baby, that's all.

- Here, count it.

- Oh, no need for that brother.

I trust you.

- I want you to count it.

We won't be doing business again.

(briefcase clicking)

(rifle clicking)

- Hey, what's this brother?

- You were too greedy, sport.

- Oh wow.

(rifle firing)

- And you never were funny.

- They must be just testing the guns.

- We better hope so.

(tracker beeping)

They're moving, let's go.

(car engine whirring)

(high-spirited jazz music)

(tracker beeping)

- Look, there's his truck.

(car door thudding)

(car engine whirring)

(tracker beeping)

- Oh, they've stopped again.

I'll take a look.

(car door clicking)

(wind hissing)

Well, they're waiting for something.

So we wait too.

- Yeah.

(plane engine whirring)

- Yeah, this could be it.

- Yeah, looks like it's gonna land.

- Call the men.

Tell them to move up now.

- Yeah.

(plane engine whirring)

(plane engine sputtering)

- Hey guys, bring 'em on over.

- Where in hell are those guys?

They should've been here by now.

- [Officer] Don't worry about it,

they'll be here.

- Yo, you wait for them.

I can't afford to waste any more time.

(footsteps clocking)

You coming?

- Come on, come one.

That's good stuff, huh?

(briefcase clicking)

Say is something wrong, buddy?

(door creaking)

How did you get scalped up there?

(zestful jazz music)

Sure, not bad stuff.

Need that big one.

- All right, down there.

Drop your weapons and walk this way

with your hands up.

(guns firing)

Move around from the side.

(guns firing)

(plane engine sputtering)

(plane engine roaring)

(gun firing)

- They got the auxiliary tank.

(explosion blasting)

(car door thudding)

(car engine whirring)

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