All language subtitles for Night Blade eng

(ominous music)

(mellow rock music)

(radio static crackling)

- [Radio Announcer]
That's right, folks,

looks like yet another
sweltering night
in the Music City.

Temperatures are expected
to stay around 85 degrees

for the duration of the evening.

Tomorrow doesn't look to
be any more forgiving,

with highs expected
to reach around 100.

So, crank that AC,
grab a cold one

and settle in for a
hot, sticky evening,

and not the kind
you'd like, either.

(chuckles)

Prostitution is up.

Crime is up.

Taxes are up.

Wages are down.

The only businesses which
seem to be flourishing

are the strip clubs and bars
which have, on the average,

reported net profit increases
by 18% just this past year.

Really says something about
our society, doesn't it?

The city definitely seems to
have its priorities in order.

(gentle music)

(loud crack)

(loud thud)

(gasping)

- No, please.

(grunting)

(loud splats)
(screaming)

(mellow music)

- So, this shit gets
pretty boring, huh?

- Yeah, what shit is that?

- You know.

This shit.

This kinda ain't nothing going
on around here kinda shit.

- Ain't nothing going on, yet.

- Yet, what, do you know
something I don't know?

- [Andy] I know life.

- Hm.

You know life.

So how come there's
a cop like you

still pounding the beat, huh?

You don't want like a cushy
desk job or something?

Pushing pencils and shit?

- Nah.

That's not for me.

I worked for DEA years ago and
some of them good ol' boys,

they gave me a hard
time, you know?

Started busting my chops.

I decided that I could do
more, more use on the streets

if I was out there
protecting families.

Protecting my family,
protecting your family.

- That's cool. I get that.

So, how long you
been married, Andy?

- 15 years.

15 amazing years.

- [Mike] That's
cool. Got any kids?

- Yeah, I got one girl.

10 years old.

Marissa.

- [Mike] What's
your wife's name?

- Liz.

Amazing woman.

Met her years ago when...

Met her in a bad time
in my life, you know?

She's my rock.

I wouldn't be
anything without her.

Wouldn't be here.

- So, saw all those medals and
awards down at the station.

How many you got?

- Seven.

Lucky seven.

- That's cool. What'd
you get them for?

- Medal of Honor,
Medal of Valor,

Bravery,

Integrity,

Purple Heart, a Combat
Cross, and Fitness.

- Fitness, huh?

- [Andy] Yeah. You got
a problem with that?

(laughs)

- Look, now first you
start talking about life

and, I mean, that's
weird, but it's cool.

Then you're gonna sit there,

tell me that you won
an award for fitness.

- Yeah.

And?

- Fitness.

Oh, fitness, my ass.

Sitting there all muffiny
busted biscuit ass.

I thought I was talking to Yoda.

It's more like goddamn Jabba.

- Fuck you, you goof.

Head to the station, we're
about to check-in for the night.

- And Mr. Scarpelli don't
want no more lip from ya.

So pay up by Thursday,

or he's gonna snap your
little fucking neck!

You got that?

- But my daughter,
she's real sick.

She's got some kind
of medical condition

the doctors are
trying to figure out

and I just need a
little bit more time.

- Time is something
you ain't got.

Capisce, you fuck?!

- [Nicky] But just
one more week, okay?

One more week and I'll
hand Mr. Scarpelli

every cent that I owe him.

- Look, we'll give
him the message,

but he may have us
give you one instead.

- What are you talking about?

- He means that A, Mr.
Scarpelli gives you a week,

or B, we return
with a rusty blade

and saw off your kneecaps.

- Slowly.

- And you won't know which
one until it's too late.

So, I suggest you head on over

and make peace with
your sick daughter

while you still have
the legs to do it.

(loud thud)

(Nicky sighs)

- Mr. O'Hannon, are you okay?

Can I get you a towel?

- [Nicky] No, I'm good.

- Those guys are just terrible,

and with your
daughter being sick--

- I don't have a daughter,
you fucking moron!

- But I thought that
you said that she--

- Look, stupid, calm
your tits, all right?!

Look, just go inside and
get me a beer or something,

if you think you can handle that

without blowing a
fucking head gasket.

I need to think.

- Okay, Mr. O'Hannon.

- Yeah, hey, Joey.

Yeah, it's Nicky.

I...

Yeah, I'm gonna get that
to you real soon, okay?

I've been having some
car trouble lately and...

No, no, that wasn't because of
car trouble last week, okay?

That was because of
something at the club.

Now, look, I...

I know.

I know, Joey, but,
look, look, look.

I got a good tip for the
race tomorrow night, okay?

Yeah.

Black Flag to place.

Yeah, I know what the
fucking odds are right now

and we could make a fortune!

Look, I just need
you to spot me two K.

Come on, Joey.

Well, one K, one K.

Jesus Christ, Joey!

500!

I know that.

Look, I can pay you back
everything that I owe you

after we win tomorrow night.

I just, Joey?

Hello?

Fuck!

(police radio chattering)

- What's going on, Captain?

What's wrong with everybody?

Why is everyone acting so glum?

Is it Steinman?

Did he eat the last of
the jelly doughnuts again?

(chuckles)

- There was an accident, Andy.

- What kind of an
accident, Captain?

- In my office.

- What kind of an accident?

- [Williams] In my office.

- No, you tell me
right now, goddammit!

What kind of an accident?

- Was a botched robbery.

10th and Hargrove.

Shots fired every place.

Your wife and daughter,
I'm sorry, Andy.

They're gone.

(Andy sobbing)

- Please tell me you
nailed that motherfucker.

Please tell me you got
that son of a bitch!

Is that him?

(upbeat rock music)

- [Suspect] What the fuck?!

(loud thuds)

Shit!

Fuck off me!

- Enough!

Andy, you need to
take a week off.

Effective immediately.

- But, Captain!

Motherfucker--
- I said immediately!

Put your piece and
your shield on my desk.

- Heard that right,
the Chalupacabra.

Hm.

I wonder, does that
tastes like chicken?

In local news today,

Sergeant Andrew Rotelli is
making the headlines yet again.

But while filing charges

against Sergeant Rotelli
doesn't seem likely,

the city, the police department,
and the mayor's office

all seem to be pushing to
have every medal and honor

ever bestowed upon the once
promising police officer

rescinded effective immediately.

The master of the macabre--

- Fucking bullshit!
- The Fellini of fear.

(knocking)

- What's up, Ace?

- [Andy] Nick?

- Who else?

- I thought you were dead.

- Yeah, not dead, but it
ain't for lack of trying

by the entire fucking world.

So, you gonna invite
me in, or what?

- [Andy] Yeah. Yeah sure.

Come on in, Nick. Come on.

Wow, hey, how'd you find me?

- I followed you home from
the service yesterday.

Hey, I'm sorry about
the wife and kid.

Goddamn niggers.

- My funeral?

Nick, how'd you hear
about my family?

You live half
across country, no?

- Are you kidding me?

Mr. Superman Officer,

I mean, reduced to a joke
for the tabloid headlines.

You're their golden ticket, Ace.

A fucking golden ticket
for the vultures.

- Ace, wow, I haven't heard
that name in years, Nick.

Seems like a lifetime ago.

- Yeah, it was.

You know, it was a different
time, different place.

We took different paths, but
they both led back here anyway.

It's funny how that works, huh?

- Yeah, that's, how come
you didn't come up to me

at the funeral, though?

- Way too many blue
shirts around, you know?

Me and the fuzz, we don't mix.

We got a history, you know?

And I just kinda felt it was
in my best interest to lay low.

- [Andy] Well, fair enough, but,

like I said, I
thought you were dead.

- Nope.

Not dead.

Just my dreams, Ace.

- [Andy] I'm sorry
to hear that, Nick.

- Yeah, well, look,
it's no biggie.

It's why I came here, really.

I mean, I thought maybe
we could fire up that old

partners-in-crime flame
once again, you know?

Just like when we were kids.

You know, not giving a
fuck, caring even less.

We had some good times
back then, didn't we, Ace?

- Oh, we had the best
times. Too many to mention.

But we were crazy
kids back then, Nick.

Nothing more.

- Yeah, we could
do it all again.

Just like before.

- "Just like before"?

Again, Nick, we were kids.

We were crazy and young,
and we've grown up a lot.

We've wised up a lot.

And what are you
getting at anyway, Nick?

- Come work with me.

Run the Pleasure Dome with me.

I mean, we could own
that fucking town, huh?

Two peas in a pod.

Just you and me.

- You flew halfway across
the country to come here

to ask me to run your
strip club with you, Nick?

Is that what you're telling me?

Nick, I'm a cop.

- Wrong.

You were a cop.

Now, you're nothing.

You're shit.

Or at least that's
what the system

wants everyone to
believe, anyway.

I mean, you give 20 fucking
years of your goddamn life

to keeping the city
clean, and for what?

I mean, you get a big promotion?

No, you get the big "fuck
you, Charlie," you know?

The system is fucked, Ace.

- The system, no, the
system works, Nick.

- Yeah, maybe for the niggers,

the spics, the
whores, the junkies.

It doesn't work for
guys like us, you know?

You know, the system
is probably gearing up

to remove you from
it altogether.

- So, what do you propose, Nick?

- Beat them to the punch.

Quit while you've
still got some dignity,

while you've still
got some semblance

of that tough little
fucker I grew up with

on the streets all
those years ago.

I mean, you've got
nothing left, Ace.

Come run the Dome with me.

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

That whole thing,
that ain't me anymore.

- Oh, and this is?

I mean, laying in
front of the boob tube

in your own shit, right?

I mean, hell, I could come in
here a couple weeks from now

and it'd look like a goddamn
episode from the Hoarders.

A dead little animal
in the corner,

a urine-soaked
diaper on the floor.

- Fuck you.

- So what do you say?

- Six months, Nick.

If it ain't happening
in six months,

I'm on a plane right back here.

- It'll be happening.

- It better.
- Yeah, come on.

Let's get you packed.

(dramatic music)

- Busy night tonight, boss.

It's a good one.

- Good, we gotta keep
those horny fuckers

coming back night after night,
putting those butts in seats.

These clothes ain't
gonna pay for themselves.

- [Eddie] Lou brought
some new friends with him.

- Oh, Lou's here, huh?

Well, is he behaving

or are we gonna have
to toss him out again?

- He's in his seat.

Hands to himself.

- Hm.

Fucking change, huh?

I get tired of babysitting
that crusty pervert.

- He's being a
perfect gentleman.

I promise you.

Go inside, see for yourself.

- Oh, you can bet that I will.

I hate that motherfucker.

- Nick, why are you
always giving that guy

a fucking hard time for, huh?

I mean, he goes in,
drops a little cash,

grabs a little muff, goes
home, no harm, no foul.

- I don't need
his fucking money.

- Oh, you don't need
his fucking money?

You haven't seen our last few
bill statements, have you?

You don't know what our
electricity bill is,

and not to mention our car.

- All right, I don't need
a play-by-play, all right?

I get it. We're broke.

- We're not broke, Nick.

Just wouldn't hurt to line
our pockets for a rainy day.

- Rainy day.

Whatever.

Is Jade here?

- She got here about
20 minutes ago.

She's upstairs getting ready.

- Is that fucking
asshole, Julio, with her?

- Oh, yeah, he's here,

and she's sporting a
really good shiner.

- Fucking son of a bitch.

- Motherfucker, I'll
go check on her.

- Nah, I'll do it.

Go talk to Lou.

Tell him I said hi.

- Lou.
(Andy chuckles)

Fuck.

(loud dance music)

So, I see you've
spawned yourself off

into other little scumbags.

- Nicky, baby.

This is Charlie,
Bob, and Dennis.

We're just celebrating the
closing of a huge deal.

Come join us.

- No thanks.

- Come on.

Let bygones be bygones, huh?

Here.

Take some champagne.

It's the good stuff too,

not that watered-down
piss you sell here.

(loud slap)

What'd you do that for?!

- Look.

We are not friends.

We've never been friends,
we're never gonna be friends.

You got that?

- Look, pal.

I don't know who you are, but
Lou's just trying to be nice.

- Look, pal.

I'm the owner of this fucking
club and you better find

yourself some better
acquaintances, asshole.

I'm watching you.

One false move and I'm
gonna snap your dick off.

You got that?

Sweetheart.

Make sure you charge him
a corking fee for that.

- [Andy] Jade, you back here?

You okay?

- No problem, Andrew.

No problem at all.

- Julio.

What's going on?

- Not a thing.

Nothing going on here.

- [Andy] Yeah, right.

- Really?

Well, enlighten me.

What was it I supposedly
did this time?

- Oh, you know what you did?

- Do I?

- Yeah, you do.

Black eye sound familiar?

- Oh, that.

(laughs)

Andrew, it was the
damnedest thing, man.

She turned the corner of
the apartment, slipped,

and caught the edge of
it right in her face.

Right here.

- Yeah, I'll bet.

- You could imagine my relief
when I found out she was okay.

Could have been so much worse.

- [Andy] Uh-huh.

Is she up there?

- Find out for yourself, Andrew.

(knocking)

- [Andy] Jade, can I come in?

- Yeah, of course, Andy.

(Jade sighs)

- [Andy] It's okay.

It's okay.

What happened here?

- Well, you know,

just another run-in with
the door when I was texting.

- The door, huh?

How many times you
gonna let that gorilla

put his hands on you?

- It's not his fault, Andy.
He had a bad day at work

and I said something
I shouldn't have.

- Yeah, like what?

"What do you want for dinner?"

You know, you don't have to
stay with him. You can go.

- Where would I go?

My mom disowned me after
I started working here,

my sister's somewhere tweaked
out on God knows what.

I have nowhere to go.

- There's places you can go.

You have options.

You can stay with
Melanie, or Ola, or Maria,

or any of the girls.

- I can stay with you.

- You know it's not an option.

- Why?

'Cause you're married?

It's been over a year, Andy.

They're not coming back.

You have to move
on at some point.

- In time.

- Well, there's no
time like the present.

- In time.

- Okay, well, in time, I'm
running out of options.

- You could always
stay at Nicky's.

Childhood sweethearts
back together again.

- Yeah, as soon as I find
one of those iron panties

with the big ass lock on it,

I will move in back to Nicky's.

- You okay? You gonna go on?

I could get Vanessa
to cover your shift.

- Nah, I'm good.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

It'll be good for me to get
my mind off it, anyways.

- Well, I'll see you out
there in a few, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

(sighs)

- Ooh!

Yeah. Come here.

Gimme that.
(chuckles)

Give it to me.

Ooh, yeah!

(laughs)

Ooh!

(loud thud)

- How do you like it,
you fucking spic?!

Huh?!

(loud thuds)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(loud thud)

- [Julio] You bitch!

(loud thud)

- [Andy] Nick, Nick,
Nick, get off him!

Get off him! Leave him alone.

He's not worth it.

- [Julio] Hey, this
ain't fucking over, man!

You got a fucking hurting coming

like you ain't never
seen before, bitch!

- [Nicky] Bring it,
you son of a bitch!

- [Andy] Drop it!
Leave him alone.

Get a fucking drink.

Move on.

- Good evening and welcome
to the Pleasure Dome!

Guys, what's the difference

between anal sex
and a lap dance?

- [Customer] Shit,
tell me! I wanna know.

- A lap dance will
make your whole night.

Anal sex will make
your hole weak.

Aw, come on, that was good.

All right, next up is Lucy.

She's so wet and juicy.

Let's give it up for Lucy!

(crowd applauding)

- Woo-hoo.

Yeah, baby!

Shake those money makers!

- Careful, buddy, you're
gonna spill my milk.

You know how I hate that.

- Aw, man, relax.

There's plenty of
milk right there.

- That's just gross, man.

Come on!

Most of these girls are
single moms in a bad place.

- I know, and I'm a big
supporter of single moms.

In fact, I'd like to
support this one right here.

- Hey, hun.

You okay? I can go
back out there for you.

I can even give you the tips.

- No, I'm good.

My body might be broken,
but my spirit is not.

- Well, if it's any
consolation to you,

your boy Nicky just introduced
Julio to his right hook.

- Nah, he's not my boy anymore.

- He still loves you, Jade.

- He's got a funny
way of showing it.

- And Julio doesn't?

I'm sorry.

It's none of my business.

I just worry about
you, you know?

You still have the key
to my apartment, right?

- Yeah, I have it.

- Well, mi casa is your casa.

However that goes.

So, if you change your
mind, gimme a call.

Okay?

- Goodnight.

(sighs)

- [Vanessa] Hey, was Nicky hurt?

- Nicky. Nicky's always hurt.

What about you, though,
what's with that

Bruce Lee kick of yours?

- I'm fine.

I offered Jade to stay with me,

but she didn't seem up for it.

- Well, we'll keep
an eye on her.

- Okay. Right, well,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yep, have a good night, sugar.

Be careful cutting
through the cemetery.

- [Vanessa] Okay.

(gentle music)

(gasping)

No, please!

(grunting)

(loud splats)
(screaming)

- Do I think there's soap in
that glass? Of course not.

But he's a customer, a regular,

paying customer, I might add.

Go get him a fucking drink.

Now, what?

- You know what that
fat fuck did now?

He threatened to call the
Alcohol and Tobacco Commission

on us 'cause our
license is expired.

- Who did that? Lou?

(chuckles)

Man, Nick, you know he loves
just to push your buttons.

He's just fucking with you.
I checked it a while back.

We're good. Don't
worry about it.

- Well, one of these days,

he's gonna push the
wrong fucking button,
and when he does--

- And what? What are
you gonna do, huh?

Shut the fuck up
and get a drink.

- Oh, this is funny to you?

Well, I got a surprise
for that walrus.

I took a shit in his
car 10 minutes ago.

- You did what?

Man, Nick, you're a
fucking wild card.

That's why I love you.

- Fuck.

- Detective Francesco.

Good evening.

What brings you out
this fine night?

Business or pleasure?

- It's never a pleasure
when I'm dealing

with you two fucking maggots.

- Then, why the fuck
did you come here?

- Vanessa Rayne.

Is she one of your
fucking girls?

- Fuck.

- Jesus Christ.

What is that? A knife?

She okay?

- Yeah, she's fine
for right now.

- Can we see her?

- No, she's been
heavily sedated,

so none of us can
see her right now.

- Who would have done this?

- I don't know,
O'Hahn, or O'Hann,

whatever the fuck your name is.

You know, you're making a lot
of friends around town lately.

You know that, right?

- Oh, fuck you.

- Really?

Well, the people you're
dealing with right now

are pretty dangerous
and pretty damn creepy.

So, everybody that's around you?

They're not safe.

- Oh, that is bullshit
and you know it.

- Really?

Well, right now I have nothing.

No clues.

I have no possibilities.

I have a city of bullshit.

So, fuck you.

- When can we see her?

- In a few days,
when she's better.

I'm watching you, buddy.

I got my fucking eye on on you.

- Smarmy little shit.

- What the fuck was he
talking about, Nick?

Are you getting involved
in some shit, again?

I thought you were
over all that crap.

- [Nicky] I am done.

I told you that already.
- Because if you're

involved with it,
I'm involved with it.

We can't fucking
do that anymore!

- Relax, Ace.

I told you I'm clean.

- You better fucking be.

- Botched robbery.

Your wife and daughter,
I'm sorry, Andy.

They're gone.

(loud thuds)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Yeah.

Okay, Francesco.

Okay, thanks. We'll
be there soon.

Oh, hey. Listen.

Whatever you do,
please keep her awake.

Don't let her fall asleep.

Okay.

Okay, good. Thanks.

(grunting)
(moaning)

(panting)

(sighs)

- Well, you are welcome.

Looks like you got the
deluxe treatment, baby.

- I told you I didn't wanna
do it right now, Nicky.

I'm on my period.

- You know what, you may
have come in on your period,

but you are leaving with
an exclamation point!

- Ugh, fucking asshole!

- Hey, remember to
clean up those dishes

in the kitchen out
there before you leave.

This ain't a fucking barn.

(phone ringing)

What's up, Ace?

(chuckles)

Good timing, you caught
me in my downtime.

(chuckles)

- [Andy] Francesco just called.

Vanessa's awake.

- She's awake?

Did she say anything?

- [Andy] You know what I know.

10 minutes.

- Okay.

(intercom chattering)

(heart monitor beeping)

- Andy.

Nicky.
- Hey, sugar.

How you doing?

- Fine.

- [Andy] Seriously.

- Like I was dropped from
the Empire State Building.

- Well, you just keep
taking that medicine

and you'll be back
to work in no time.

- I'm not coming back.

- What do you mean
you're not coming back?

- I mean, aside from
being a scarred up freak,

I'm lucky to be alive.

Been given another chance

and I don't wanna waste
a day when I get out.

- Vanessa, listen--

- No, Andy.

It's okay.

This is what I want.

The attack really put things
into perspective for me,

and I'm gonna start
living on my own terms.

- Well, the club always
has a place for you.

You're like family.

You know that.

- [Vanessa] Thank you.

- Okay, I understand about
this little lovefest,

but there is a brutal
slasher out there

that I need to catch, okay?

So--
- Go to hell, Francesco.

- Really?

In a hospital?

Get away from me.

All right.

Do you know anything
about the attacker?

Do you have any idea?

- No, I'm sorry, Detective.

Nothing.

- Now, I know he
attacked you from behind.

So, did he smell like something,
or did he say anything?

- He may have mumbled
something faint.

Something about revenge, but--

- [Francesco] Revenge?

- [Vanessa] I can't
really be sure.

I'm sorry.

- Revenge.

Okay.

All right, well, you know
how to get in touch with me.

I know how to get in
touch with you as well.

All right, I've got
something going now.

Thanks.

- So, is there anything
you wanna tell me?

- Like what?

- Oh, I don't know about
the sick son of a bitch

who has it out for you?!

Revenge?!

Really, Nicky?!

I thought we were fucking
done with this, man!

- Look, we have been over
this and over this, all right?

I am not the guy.

Turn the fucking page already!

- Watch it, Nick.

- Oh, when did YOU become so
fucking self-righteous, huh?

You know what?

You forgot where you
came from long ago,

Mr. Big City Detective,

poster boy for rubbing elbows
with those same very people

that threw us into juvie
all those years ago.

Not once, but multiple times.

You were just like me, Ace.

Or does it pain you
to remember that?

- Oh, I remember. Why do
you think I became a cop?

I didn't want to become like a--

- What? Like a fuck-up like me?

Is that it?

- You said that, not me.

- Yeah, well, how'd that cop
thing work out for you, huh?

Cleaning up the city,

couldn't even protect
your own wife and kid.

- [Andy] Motherfucker!

(grunting)

- Do it! Do it, huh!

You angry?!

You want revenge, maybe?!

Huh?!

You lost something, Ace.

When Marissa and Liz
died, you died too!

- But you don't know
how it is to lose--

- What? To lose someone?

A wife? Kid?

A sister, maybe?

Yeah, you forgot all about
Danielle, didn't you?

- Oh, I didn't forget
about her. I loved her!

- No, I loved her!

And it was my job
to be watching her,

not playing fucking
stick ball with you!

If I hadn't turned my
back for that one minute,

she would have never
gotten into that van.

- Oh, Nick.

Nick, you can't beat
yourself up for that, man.

- Our parents?

They divorced just
before Christmas.

I guess that's not
my fault either, huh?

They never could even look
at me the same way again.

You remember.

They found her missing
her hands, her head.

Crime went unsolved.

So, revenge?

Revenge is a feeling
that I live with

every fucking day of my life,

so don't you talk
to me about revenge.

- I'm sorry, Nick.

Fuck.

(sighs)

This shit is just
gaining on me, man.

- It's gaining on
all of us, Ace.

(upbeat dance music)

- This is absolutely horrible.

How could anyone
be enjoying this?

Get her off the stage.

You gotta be kidding me.

Can we get somebody else up
on the stage, for God's sake?

Jesus.

- Hey, what's your
problem, buddy?

- My problem is I
come here after work

looking to see some
titties and some boom boom,

and to get away from this.

- So?

- So, today I come down
here to spend all my money,

and it's like feeding
time at the fucking zoo!

- Why don't you take
it outside, my friend?

- Yeah, head on down to
Club Sugar Bush, all right?

They have fresh cesarean
scars down there, asshole.

- [Joseph] Get off me, man.

- Dick.

Hey sugar, did he hurt you?

- [LaShonda] No, I'm okay.

- He didn't touch
you or nothing?

You know, we got signs
posted about that.

- He tried to a couple of times.

I just moved.

- Greasy scumbag.

(LaShonda sighs)
Where's Jade?

- She's in the back.

- Well, we saw Vanessa.

- And? How is she?

- Well, she's not coming back.

- She's scared.

I mean, she's happy to be
alive, but she's scared.

- Yeah, I don't blame her.
- Yeah.

- Who would do
something like that?

Did she have any enemies?

- Well, that's what we
were coming to ask you.

- Me? Why me?

- Because you were friends.

- Well, friends,
but work friends.

We never hung out.

- So you have no idea
who this could be?

- I have no idea, Andy.

I'm sorry.

- Well, that's great.

Just fucking great!

- Whoa, what's eating him?

- Life.

Don't worry about it.

- Okay, well, I'm
almost done here.

Wanna get some coffee and talk?

- Yeah, lemme go check on Nick,

and meet me outside
in 10 minutes.

- All right.

- Just a routine
surprise inspection.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

Don't you dykes have
anything better to do

than to come around
here and harass us?

- Listen here, you bald
headed little fuck.

- Easy. Settle down.

- Yeah, calm down, Charlene.

Or your little
girlfriend's not gonna let

you in bed tonight.

- Fuck you, dipshit.

- I said enough!

Look, if I could just see your
most recent license renewal.

- I'll get it.

Don't be killing
everybody when I leave.

- Well, you finally got
me where you want me.

Let's let this
threesome begin, huh?

- Ugh, in your dreams, O'Hannon!

- Is this behavior
really necessary?

- [Nicky] Mm.

Look your panties are all
wet with anticipation.

- Fuck you, it's too
early for this bullshit.

I don't wanna be here either.

- Then, why the fuck are you?

- Okay.

Everything checks out.

You're up for
renewal again soon.

Don't forget.
- Nah.

Just curious, who called
you on us this time?

- You know I can't say.

- Yeah.

You can tell us, it's not
gonna leave this room.

Was it Lou?

- It was Lou.
- That fucking guy.

I knew it.

- You know, he's
not such a bad guy.

If your partner weren't
such an asshole,

you might actually get along.

- Yeah?

Well, if you were twice as
smart as you think you are,

you'd still be stupid.

- Fuck you, dickhead.

Look, you and your
little butt buddy here,

you better watch out.

You never know when a surprise
inspection will show up.

- Get the fuck outta here
before I stick my shoe

so far up your cunt, no one
will be able to retrieve it.

- Whatever, asshole.

- All right, guys,
let's give it up

for the next girl
on stage, Trixie!

Trixie is also a carpenter.

She knows how to work your wood.

Go to the bar and get hammered,

and then come see
Trixie to get nailed.

And remember, you saw it
here at the Pleasure Dome.

All right, guys, get your
hands out of your pockets

and into your wallets,
and give it up for Trixie!

Make it rain!

Make it rain!

(gentle music)

(soft breathing)

(scream)

(loud splat)

(gurgling)

(loud thud)

- So what exactly
do the police know?

- Not much.

Random attack.

They're just
dismissing it as some

nutcase loose in the city.

- Okay, and you don't agree?

- I don't know what
I believe anymore.

- [Jade] Why? What's
that supposed to mean?

- Well, Francesco seems
to think that Nicky

is somehow involved
in all of this.

- That's just ridiculous.

He would never do
anything like that.

- Not that, he's just thinking
that someone he's wronged

or has been indebted to
might be responsible.

- [Jade] Mm.

- When you guys were together,

what kind of shit
was he involved with?

- You know Nicky.

I mean, he was into
gambling here and there,

but nothing hard or dangerous.

- And you'd know, right?

I mean, you guys had a thing.

- A "thing"?

I'm not a whore, Andy.

No, we were dating.

Like a real couple.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that, I just...

He fell for you hard,

and then you broke
up with him and--

- I dumped him.

So, now I'm a whore
and a heartbreaker.

Yeah.

- This is coming out all wrong.

- What are you trying
to ask me, Andy?

- Maybe the breakup
was his breaking point.

People get sent over the edge.

I'm just saying.

- No.

I mean, Nicky, he's
crass, he's crude,

he's pretty much an asshole,
but nothing like that.

- I know.

Fuck.

Just wish we knew
what was going on.

We could be one step ahead
of this motherfucker.

- Agreed.

(grunting)
(moaning)

- Woo-hoo!

(laughs)

(grunting)

(groans)

(sighs)

(knocking)

It's open.

What the fuck are
you doing here again?

- I told you to watch
your mouth, O'Hahn.

Didn't I tell you that?

- Fine.

What?

- Another one of your
girls were killed.

This time, in the daytime.

- Shit.

Who was it?
- Cindi Thompson.

- Fuck!

- What's going on?

- Cindi was killed.

- Cindi? Oh, my god.

- What happened? Same street?

- No.

This time, somebody
broke into her house,

and she was in the kitchen.

That's where she was attacked.

- Definitely the same guy, huh?

- Well, yeah.

It seems to be 'cause it's
so much of a coincidence.

I think it is him.

- That's great,
aren't you supposed

to protect and serve, huh?

Great job doing both--

- You know something, I
will take you downtown

and check you for everything.

You know, I'm sure we
missed things in the past.

But this time, I'm
sure we wouldn't mind

checking everything because
I'm sure we don't like

to waste taxpayers' dollars
doing shoddy police work.

- [Andy] Detective, he
doesn't mean anything.

He's just, he's emotional.

We all are.

- I mean, I had just talked
to her after her shift.

- Well, did she say
anything on the phone?

Like she was afraid or anything?

I mean, anything different?

- Didn't say anything, she
was just gonna go home,

get changed, and get ready
to go out on a lunch date.

- With whom?
- Franklin.

I don't know his last name.

- Well, who's this Franklin guy?

- He's some nerdy
fucking guy at the club.

We all know him. Right, Nick?

He's a good guy.

- Well, good guy, but what
do you know about him?

I mean--

- Nothing.

I mean, he's a really nice guy.

He's a true gentleman.

He really is.

- All right, well, I'll be
back in touch with you guys

when I have some
more information.

Better watch your ass.

Bye, guys.

- Nicky, what the fuck's
going on already around here?

- Yeah, Nicky. Come on.

Is it someone you know?

- This fucker is
playing with us.

- Think.

Is it somebody that you know?

Somebody that comes
into the club?

A girl?

- Really, Jade?

I mean, you of all people?

You're gonna blame
this on me too?

- No.

Nicky, it's not like that.

I'm not blaming.

- Oh, the fuck you say!

I mean, come on.

First, it's Andy and now you?

You really are two fucking peas

in a pod, aren't you?
- Settle the fuck down, Nick.

Come on, we're just trying
to cover all our bases.

- Haven't you been
fucking paying attention?

All right, look. You know me.

You both know me.

Don't you think if I had
that information upfront,

I would have said
something long before

our girls started
getting chopped up

like Thanksgiving hams?
- Nick, listen, listen.

- "Covering all our bases," huh?

Is that what you call trying
to brainwash my girlfriend

so you can get into her pants?

- You know that's not the case.

- Yeah.

Whatever. Whatever.

I mean, it's totally
obvious that you two

have raging hard-ons
for each other.

Everybody sees--
- Oh, fuck off, Nicky.

- Been there, done
that, sweetheart.

(loud slap)
- Fucking knock it off!

How is this helping us?!

We're no closer to
finding what's going on.

- Hey, you know what?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Nicky.

I just...

He's right.

We've known each
other for a long time.

We've been friends
since grade school.

If there is something
going on, just tell us.

Okay? We're here to listen.

We just have to make
sure that we cross

all of our Ts and
dot all of our Is.

- Nick, it could be anybody.

We're just trying to figure
out our options here,

figure out what's going on.

Now, listen, I mean, gambling?

Some fucker cut
you off in traffic?

I know it's not drugs.

You gotta be straight
with us, Nick.

We need to know what's going on.

- That's just it.

There is nothing.

I owe a few yards to the mob,
you already know about that.

But other than that,
I mean, I'm clean.

I've been clean.

All right?

This whole situation,
this is not good.

- "Not good," what are
you getting at, Nick?

- No clues.

No motives.

No notes.

I mean...

This thing's far from over.

(upbeat heavy rock music)

(gasps)

(loud thud)

(loud crack)

(loud thud)

(whimpering)

(screaming)

(loud slaps)

(loud clunk)

(loud crunch)

(loud thuds)

- No, no, no, no, no, Monica.

We cannot afford all
day security patrol!

Well, what am I supposed to...

You're on in less than
two hours, Monica.

What...

Damn!

- Evening boss.

(upbeat dance music)

- Okay, this sucks, Andy.

With these recent attacks,

I can't get anyone
to come to work.

I mean, they're scared.

And I'm having a
really hard time

filling those private rooms.

- Well, you can take
Monica off the list

because she just fucking called
and canceled for tonight.

- Monica, Monica.

Oh, shoot.

I was counting on her.

What did she say?

- "What did she say,"
what do they all say?

"I'm not feeling well.

"I twisted my ankle.

"My dog's not feeling well.

"I have no gas in the car."

She's fucking all
over the place.

Fucking broad.
- Hey.

Now you're starting
to sound like Nicky.

- Well, maybe that's not such
a bad fucking thing, right?

I mean, it's about time we
start stirring some shit up.

This status quo is
not fucking working.

- Okay, I don't like
where this is going.

- I'm serious, Jade.

We keep trying to keep pace
with this psycho fucking killer

who's always one
step ahead of us.

We're the fucking victims here.

- Okay, I don't know what
you're talking about.

Please, just try.

Jesus Christ.

- [Andy] What's
going on over here?

- Andy, the voice of reason.

Look, speak to your friend
here about the price of scotch

and keeping the
customers happy, huh?

Last time I ordered
a Penicillin,

which was about a month ago,

it set me back seven and a half.

Now, it's nine.

- [Nicky] Scotch went up.

- Scotch went up?

Huh? That's no answer.

Andy, reason with
the man, would you?

- [Andy] He said
scotch went up, Lou.

- Well, I ain't paying it!

Take my 7.50 and
let's stop this dance!

- [Nicky] That
drink is nine bucks.

- Yeah, for the
other yokels, maybe.

Huh?

Put 7.50 on my tab and now
let me drink in peace, huh?

- Okay. Eddie!
- Hey, hey. Hang on a minute.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, Andy, Andy!
- Get him outta here!

- Andy!
- See you, Lou.

- Jesus Christ, you're as
nuts as your fucking friend!

- [Andy] Hey, get outta
here, you fat pig!

- Fuck you!

Jesus Christ!

- [Jade] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What was that all about?

- Eh, fucking good riddance.

That pig had it coming.

- I can't believe I'm
hearing this from you.

Lou was a regular for forever.

- Nothing's forever, Jade.

- You're being an asshole.

Just like Nicky.

A cold-hearted asshole.

You two deserve each other.

I'm done here.
- No, wait, Jade.

- Don't fucking touch me, okay?

I am sick of your
fucking pity party,

and I don't wanna be around

when he brings you down
to his level, okay?

When you get your head straight,
you know where to find me.

- What the fuck is her problem?

- Oh, you're such a
fucking asshole, Nicky.

Shut the fuck up.

(sighs)

- Story of my fucking life.

(phone rings)
- Initial reports claimed

Israeli jet fighters
bombed a guerrilla base,

killing at least 49
soldiers and 13--

- Okay, first thing, you
better have my fucking money.

Two, you better
have a good reason

for not having your
ass home, bitch.

- Where is she?

- Well, hello Andrew.

Rather late, isn't it?

How are things at the club?

- I asked you a question.

- And I asked you one.

What do you want?

- I wanna know where Jade is.

- Well, I was
wondering that myself.

And you can bet she and I are
going to have a discussion

about that as soon
as she gets here.

- If anything fucking happens
to her, you're fucking dead.

I mean that.

- Oh, are you
threatening me, Andrew?

Is that what you're doing?

- Nothing better happen to her.

- Whatever you say, Andrew.

I'll fucking handle Jade.

Sweet dreams, honey.

Fuck you.

- Fucking asshole.

(knocking)

(tense music)

(knocking)

- [Jade] Nicky?

(sighs)

- I am so sorry.

It's so late, but I am really
worked up over this whole mess

and I didn't want to go home.

I didn't have
anywhere else to go.

- [Nicky] So, what,
was Andy unavailable?

- Oh, my god, Nicky.

Why are you such an asshole?

This was a mistake.

- No, Jade, don't go.

Look, I...

You're right. I'm an asshole.

Come sit down.

Can I get you a drink?

- Just water is okay.

Thank you.

(sigh)

(crying)

- [Nicky] What did I do?

- Stupid.

How long you got?

It's a long list.

- Look, Jade.

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna figure this out.

- I'm scared, Nicky.

- [Nicky] But, I'm here.

- But you're not.

You haven't been here in years.

- Oh, that's not true.

- It is true, Nicky.

What happened to you?

What happened to us?

- You walked out, Jade.

- Yeah, because I
couldn't take it anymore.

The gambling, the
drugs, the booze,

not knowing if you were gonna
come through that door again.

- [Nicky] But I always did.

- No.

You didn't.

That boy from 110th Street

that I fell in
love with was gone.

- Jade.

You know--

- I know.

I know.

Your sister's death.

You've used that
excuse over and over.

At some point, you
have gotta stop

blaming yourself for that.

- Changed me.

- It changed all of us, Nicky.

But we dealt with
it and we moved on.

We didn't let it consume us.

You just, you just
frigging gave up.

- I didn't give up.

I grew up.

My priorities changed.

- Yeah.

And after all of those years

of us being there
for each other,

I was no longer one
of those priorities.

- I never stopped
loving you, Jade.

- I wish I could believe that.

I really do.

- I know, I probably
didn't show it that often,

but you'll never know
how much you meant to me.

How much you still mean to me.

I mean, the excitement
of holding your hand.

The little glance without
having to speak a word.

You know what?

No matter how fucked up I got,

you always had a way of bringing
me to peace with myself,

and for that, I will
be forever grateful.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Andy.

What's up?

- [Andy] I think I
may know who it is.

Be ready in 10 minutes.

- Mm, okay.

Yeah, okay.

- What is it?

Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Andy's got an idea.

He's gonna come pick me up.

- Oh. Great.

I'll come with.

- No.

Look, don't take
this the wrong way,

but it might not
be the best timing

to let Andy know what happened
here tonight, you know?

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Yeah, so, you just go home

and I'll call you if
anything pans out.

- Okay.

- So, you really think

that it's that guy you
beat up in New Jersey?

Right?

You know how crazy that sounds?

- I know.

I just, I have a feeling.

- So, what, he followed you,

he watches you for months,

he sets up the
attack on the girls,

just to make your
life a living hell

for popping him a
couple of times?

I mean, come on, Ace.

- I know. It's crazy.

- Yeah, it sounds impossible.

- Okay, Sherlock. You tell me.

I really think it's
someone we know

'cause he sure as fuck knows us.

- Well, exactly.

But that's what those
stalker fucks do, right?

They stalk.

I mean, hell, for all we know,

it could just be some
pervert from down at the club

that creamed his jeans one
night watching the girls,

and now he wants to pay
for the dry cleaning.

- That ain't funny, Nick.

- Yeah, and I'm
not laughing, okay?

I'm just trying to
figure this shit out.

- How?

- Well, I'm going through
different scenarios, right?

I started thinking
about maybe it being

some guy that we knew.

So, after you and Jade had
your little spat earlier,

I called our accountant,

had him pull receipts
for the last year.

Wanted to look at cash, charge,
see if anything jumped out.

- That's pretty good work, Nick.

- Yeah, well I'm not
a complete fuck-up.

- [Andy] Anything stand out?

- Not really.

There was the regular customers,
couple of business guys,

that fucker Lou, but,
I mean, no red flags.

I'm just really
starting to think

that it's just some nut
job that targeted the club.

I mean, it's fucked
up, but it happens.

- I guess it happens.

Anything can happen.

I don't know.

- Exactly, we don't know.

So we just gotta keep
our eyes and ears open.

He's bound to screw up sometime.

- But when?

We're running out of time.

The fucking club is
running out of girls.

(tense music)

- Julio?

Julio, are you home?

Oh, my god.

(gasps)

- Hey, who the hell
let these guys in?

- It's okay. It's okay.

- All right, so
when you came home,

you came into your bedroom,
you found those photos, right?

- Yes.
- Anything else?

- No, I just saw that message
and then I called you.

- All right, so you didn't
see anybody outside,

lurking around, looking around,

or being suspicious or anything?

- Actually, Detective,
this is not her house.

This belongs to somebody she's
dating named Julio Sanchez.

- Sanchez.

Where can I find him?

- I don't know. He wasn't
home when I got here.

Maybe he's at work.

- Work.

Snake.

- The hell do you
mean by that, O'Hahn?

- Well, it means he's not really
known for his white collar,

upstanding community
service in this town.

- So, where's his
former employer?

Where's his employment at?

Where's he at?

- He's a scumbag delivery
boy down at Daxton's Market.

- You mean on Main and 8th?

- Yeah, that's the one.

- You don't think that
he's a suspect, do you?

I mean, this is his home.

He couldn't have done this.

- Yeah, well, I mean,
it would make sense.

He's got easy access in and out.

- No, I don't think he did this.

He's an asshole, but
he didn't do this.

- What are you talking about?

- He thinks it's some guy

that's got it out for
him back in New Jersey.

- Oh.

Wait a minute, do you mean
where you got fired as a cop?

- That's the one.

- Hey, Miller.

Do me a favor.
- Yes, sir.

- Get ahold of the
Trenton Police Department

and find out if
they got any more

of their collars you can
get ahold of, all right?

- All right, yes, sir.
- Appreciate that.

So, now, back to the situation.

Now, no one tried to break in?

You sure there wasn't
any glass broken

or doors lifted, or
anything like that?

- No, and that's what's so odd.

It's because the photo that
he used was a photo of us,

taken recently at
a camping trip,

and those photos I had
hidden in my closet

under a bunch of stuff.

So, there's no way, unless
somebody came in here

and totally ransacked the
place that they'd find those.

- All right, well, we're gonna
take a look in that closet.

Here, I wanna see where
you kept those photos.

Put these gloves on.

I don't want other fingerprints.

Do me a favor, Connelly?

Will you come in here
and dust for us, please?

- [Connelly] Yes, sir.

- Shields only, man, all right?

- It's okay.

I'll call you later, okay?

- [Andy] What was all
that about last night?

- [Nicky] What are
you talking about?

- What am I talking
about? The hug?

- Nicholas.

Andrew.

So you finally get
to sleep last night?

- Fucking Julio.

Been a long time, Julio.

You feel good?

- Yeah, feel really--
- You okay?

(groans)

- Fuck!
(groans)

Get your fucking hands off me!

- Yeah, bet that's exactly
what the girls were saying

when you were carving
them up. Isn't it, Julio?

- I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about, man.

Yo, man. Let me go!

- You like cutting up pretty
girls, you sick fuck, huh?

- I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

Yo, get off me!

- Yeah, staging break-ins
at your fucking house

to throw the cops off?

Fucking brilliant, Julio!

- Break, what? Break-in?

What happened, is my shit okay?

- Your shit?

Shouldn't you be more
concerned with Jade right now?

- Yo, man, fuck that.

That bitch hasn't
been home all night.

I went to find a party of
my own. She can kiss my ass.

- You really are a piece
of shit, aren't you?

You don't even care
that she's missing.

- Not really.

I'd find her, man.

She always comes back.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

- You wanna know where she
was last night, motherfucker?

Huh?

Smell that, that's where
she was last night, huh?

(loud thud)

- What the fuck you doing, Nick?

Where'd you get that?

Is that the fucking
gun from the club?

- Yeah.
- You're fucked in the head!

What's wrong with
you? Gimme that shit!

This is for protection only!

The fuck, Nick?

- Hey!

Knock it off!

Rotelli. O'Hannon.

You back away and go home.

Mr. Sanchez, we'd
like to speak with you

for a moment, please.

- [Julio] Yes, officer.

- I'm not fucking playing.

If I find one more mark on
Jade, you're fucking dead.

Whatever's gonna
happen to you in jail

is nothing compared to
what I'm gonna do with you.

- Blah, blah, blah.

Same old story from last night.

- I fucking mean
it, man. No more.

- All right, well, maybe you
could just take her place

and suck my dick.

Motherfucker.

Night, boys.

- [Andy] Fuck that
motherfucker, damn!

Fuck that motherfucker
in the truck.

- So, what did Julio
mean about that

"same story as last night"?

- You first, what about
you and Jade last night?

- [Nicky] It's nothing.

- Yeah. I'll bet.

- Look, she was
scared, all right?

She just wanted
someone to talk to.

- Yeah, talk. Sounds like there
was a lot more than talking

going on last night.

- And if there was?

I mean, Christ, we
got bigger things

to worry about right now.

So what was that with Julio?

- Don't worry about it.

- Look, have you
been harassing him?

'Cause if you've been harassing
him, we don't have a case.

- I said forget it, Nick.

- Oh, yeah, "forget
it," whatever.

Andy knows best.

- Yeah, sometimes I do.

- [Nicky] Shit.

You know, the turn
was back there.

- I didn't miss anything, Nick.

- [Nicky] The club
is back there!

- [Andy] We ain't goin'
to the club, Nick.

- Then where the
fuck are we going?

I said, where are we going?

Are you still pissed
at me over all this?

- I damn sure know
that you and Jade

have been hiding something.

How do I know you're not
hiding anything else on me?

- Look, I have told
you, all right?

I'm not to blame here!

I have been straight with you.

- Maybe, maybe you have been.

But you know what,
I need to keep it

straight in my head, Nick.

- What are you talking about?

- We'll be taking a little ride.

We're gonna go see Scarpelli.

- Scarpelli?!

You fucking nuts?!

Taking me to see
Scarpelli is gonna be like

dropping a sheep
into a lion's cage.

He's gonna eat us
both for lunch.

- Not if you come
clean with him!

Level with me, Nick!

- I have told you, all right?!

I owe him some money.

I've been paying him.

That's why his goons
haven't been coming around

the club lately, all right?

I got tired of taking fucking
headers into the pavement!

You know what? Fuck it.

Fuck it, take me to the
greasy wop's place, all right?

Let's just get this over with.

I'm tired of the suspicion,
let's just get this shit done.

- Where do you think--
- Get the fuck off me!

- Boys, boys, boys.

This is not necessary.

Andy, Nicky, sit down.

Join me.

Sit down, please.

Vino.

Him.

Okay, boys.

What can I do for you, today?

- I suppose you've heard what's
been going on at the Dome.

- I don't watch the news.

Catch me up.

- Some psycho's been
carving up all our girls.

- Ah, the mad slasher.

Damn, this is a crazy
world we live in.

How many girls has he
taken from you so far?

- Enough that the other girls
are afraid to come to work

and the customers have
stopped coming in.

- That's bad for business.

That's a shame.

- But especially since
he seems to have it out

for the two of us.

- Revenge?

- Oh, yeah. Revenge.

But you wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

(chuckles)

- No.

No.

No. Ah-ah.

Do you know who this might be?

- We have our suspicions.

- You don't think I
would be doing this, huh?

- Well, Nicky does owe
you guys a little seed,

and we figured that...

- You figured that I
was sending a message

by carving up
little girls, right?

Gentlemen, I am a businessman.

Okay?

And this situation between
Nicky and I is that.

Strictly business.

Okay?

If I want to be persuasive,

I have other ways to
make my meaning, okay?

Besides, Nicky's been
a good boy lately.

He's been paying on time.

I mean, I'll be able
to send my grandchild

to Yale, maybe, maybe
Harvard, you know?

Yes.

I know.

It's a good place.

I like it.

But I'll tell you what
we are going to do.

We're going to put
the word on the street

and, if we hear
something, we'll tell you.

So, right now, you're going to
go because I have a meeting.

Okay?

Oh, and, boys,

if you ever burst
into my place again

like you did a minute
ago, you won't walk out.

You'll be carried.

Capisce?

Now, go.

- You see, I told you
it wasn't Scarpelli.

I've been paying him and
I've been paying him on time.

And besides, he doesn't want
to get involved with us.

He's got other things going on

that he wants to stay
out of the spotlight for.

Nah, it's gotta be somebody
who know us, you know?

It's gotta be that
fucker, Julio.

(chuckles)

What's so funny?

- It's not Julio, Nick.

- And how can you be so sure?

- 'Cause I'm a cop.
- You are not a cop.

That doesn't mean
shit right now.

- Oh, no?

Trust me. He's not the guy.

- And why do you say that?

- Because of the way he acted
back there at his place.

Plus, the cops would've
figured it out by now.

What, you don't think that
they've investigated us

and they've looked into us?

Our friends, our
families, our employees?

Their families?

Come on, Nick.

He's not the guy. Trust me.

- So, why did Francesco
string us along, then?

I mean, why did he keep asking
all those questions to Jade

about Julio like he didn't
know anything about him?

- 'Cause that's
what they do, Nick.

They try to break you that way.

Julio's not a suspect, Nick.

Trust me.

One of us are.

- [Nicky] Motherfuckers.

- Yeah, I know. Yeah, big
time, and we need to figure out

what we're gonna do fast,

and if the cops
aren't gonna do it,

we need to take it upon
ourselves and do something.

- Yeah, what do you got in mind?

- I don't know.

I think better at the office.

Call Jade.

When she's done with Francesco,

tell her to get her
ass over to the club.

She should be in
on this as well.

(dance music)

- Okay.

What on Earth is going on?

The cops cleared Julio
about an hour ago,

and now we're back
to square one.

- She's right, Ace.

I mean, we can't have another
week like we had this time.

We won't have any girls left!
- [Andy] I know, I know.

I just need to think.

- Okay, with all
due respect, Andy,

we need to be done
thinking, okay?

This psycho could be
planning his next move.

We need to do something.

- We will.

Dammit, just be quiet!

I need to think!
- Think about what?!

Okay, we're just sitting here
waiting to be picked off.

- I don't think
that's gonna happen.

- For fuck's sake.

I mean, I have told
you, I am not the guy.

- [Andy] Oh, I know that, Nick.

(gun fires)
(Jade screams)

- Nicky! Nicky!

Why?

- Why what, Jade?!

What?!

You think I was
thrown off the force

for beating up a
perp at the station?

Really?

No, that motherfucker
worked for me.

I was a rookie cop 20 years ago,

got on the force with a new wife

and a young child on the way.

The cops paid shit.

I had to take a few
extra side jobs.

I had to make a few friends,

which weren't necessarily
the best friends,

but they were friends.

That fucker worked for me.

It was a deal gone wrong,
and I covered my tracks.

- But Vanessa, Melanie?

Why would you do that?

We were your family.

You're sick.

- Sick?
- Yeah.

- No, Jade. Smart!

You know why?

20 fucking years I
spent on the force,

protecting people from the
scum of the Earth out there,

and what do I get in
fucking return, huh?

Huh?!

I get some fucking psychopath

that guns down my
wife and daughter,

gets arrested, and
eventually gets out.

No. No, no.

I'm not fucking crazy.

I'm right where I need to be.

Somebody had to fucking pay.

- And that's how you respond?

Is by attacking and
hurting innocent people?

- Innocent?

Nobody is fucking innocent.

Someone had to go
down, and I didn't care

who it was at this point.

I needed a fucking outlet,
and you know what, Jade?

I got one.

- [Francesco] Put
the gun down, Andy!

- Detective. How poetic.

- Put the gun down.

- "Put the gun down."

Not gonna happen.

- Nobody else has to get hurt.

- Yeah?

Why don't you tell that
to my wife and daughter?

Look what happened to them.

- Well, now it's
time for healing.

Come on now, Andy.

I can help you, man.

Trust me.

- Can't help me.

Don't fuck with me, Detective.

You know what they do
to cops on the inside.

Fuck that!

- You know, Jade,
you know why he got

really kicked out of
the station, right?

- [Andy] Shut up, Francesco.

- He really wasn't kicked out.

What actually happened was
they allowed him to stay

on the force as long as he
took psychological things.

But he failed
them, continuously.

From the captain at Trenton
PD, I got everything together.

He gave me all the files,
I saw all the paperwork.

He did a lot more stuff
than at that damn station.

Okay, now, Andy, this can
go easy or hard, you know?

We can stop the
madness right now.

Come on, put the gun down.

- Yeah.

I'll let it go.

(gun firing)

- Sorry, Ms. Johnson,

but Andy actually was
on our radar, you know?

He was one of our
prime suspects,

but we just didn't have any
pieces to put it together.

- So, what finally
gave him away?

- How we figured it out was that

he was always so
kind and friendly.

He always wanted to
be there to help us.

And most people
who would do that

usually are the ones
that are bad guys.

So, I put everything together

and that's how I
found out it was him.

(coughing)

- Yippee-fucking-hoo.

You figured it out.

Does somebody wanna call me

a fucking ambulance,
or something?

- Oh, come on, man,
that's not that bad.

You'll be all right.

(chuckles)

Don't worry about it.

We'll get somebody
here to help you out.

He's actually a nice
guy, Ms. Johnson.

Bit of a pain in the
ass, but he's a good guy.

- Thanks, Detective.

- No problem.

Here.

Take my card.

If you ever need me again,
please gimme a call.

- Okay.
- How's that feel, buddy?

(Nicky groans)

Hurts, huh?

(Nicky groans)

(upbeat dance music)

- How's it going?

- Busy night, people
buying drinks.

No complaints.

- Yeah, I mean,
how are you doing?

- I'm making it.

- I gotta go.

I gotta go prep the girls.

They have a lot to
learn, those newbies.

- Miss you already.

- [Jade] Oh, god.

(laughs)

- So he says, "$100?

"How much for the whole thing?"

(laughs)

- Lou.
- Hey, Nicky.

Want you to meet my friends
Dax and Desmond here.

We're just here
celebrating a big closing.

- Welcome to the Dome.

- Listen, O'Hannon.

All bullshit aside,

I just want to express
my heartfelt condolences

to you and Jade about Andy.

It was so tragic.

I know you guys were
childhood friends,

and it must be rough.

- Well, thank you.

I appreciate it.

- Hey, sweetheart, let
me see my tab, huh?

We may want another
bottle to celebrate.

- Not tonight, Lou.

Tonight, it's on the house.

(upbeat rock music)