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(retro rock music)

(Latin guitar strumming)

- This coke is my house in
Mexico

- It's there, look

- No, it's not

- Yes it is, yes

- You better listen to your
woman, not like last time

- You don't talk like that
to me, that's my wife.

- I'll cut you.

- If you talk to me like
this. I'll kill you, bastard.

- I'll kill you. -

Here we are! Please stop.

- Open the gate to let them
pass,

and follow my instructions!

- How much do you think they're
holding?

- Lieutenant says 40 kilos,

but you'd think they'd be able

to afford a better car
like a Beemer. (chuckles)

- What is she doing?

- Slow down, cool down.

- Put your hands up and
get outta the truck!

Get outta the truck!

- I will roll over and crush
this bitch!

- Hurry up, bitches!

- let's move on. Move!

- No I do not precede

(gun blasting)

(guns blasting)
(man grunting)

- You went too fast, call it in!

- 10-23, hot water!

- Shoot the wheel, get the
wheel.

- Got it!

(gun blasting)

- Shit on you Americanos!

- How in the hell does
that truck keep going?

- Four in a box steel wheels of
DJ.

(gun blasting)

Shit, she's turnin' around!

(siren wailing)

-I shit on you stupid americans!

- This is a 10-23, we are
in hot pursuit right now.

Hot water.

I repeat, hot water.

(gun blasting)
(tires screeching)

- Blast her, blast her!

- Get outta the car.

Get outta the car!

- Blast her!

(guns blasting)

- Go to hell!

(Spanish guitar music)

♪ I like to look on your
greatest mind ♪

- [Reporter] Shit, there's a lot
of things

goin' on here in the
city that need, you know.

But if there's any word from New
York.

- [Man] They say New York is a

the dirtiest part is you know
what we do

on a day-to-day basis.
- Dirty?

I mean dirty is what?

Cops, the corruption, (mumbles)
network.

We're talkin' about drug buys.

I think that Trump has a few
things to say

in the process (mumbles) don't
you think

or would you just (mumbles)?

- [Man] I would agree 'cause--

- Jay, honey.

- What?

- I can't focus on my dance.

I know the music's more
interesting

and you jaded from all the hot
stuff

you experienced in your life.

But I got to get ready for
tonight.

- [Reporter] Well you
know about one thing?

- Off.

(sensual, seductive music)

Here's the bill.

When you came here from Italy

with that pretty ass of yours
and you drove up in a 1980's,

what's that piece of junk
called?

Well when you pulled
up, I saw your swagger

and I knew you's gonna
make me some ducats.

- Lots of ducats, you mean.

By the way, I stopped now;

so keep it for yourself.

- Honey, the moment a
broad stopped blowin',

this moment she loses her home.

You know.

America is insane as his
(mumbles).

It's still the Land of
Opportunity.

- I know, Jack.

That's why I'm here.

I reach my goal and I'm
working hard for it.

Someday I'm gonna be a lawyer.

- You're working hard for it.

Concetta, when a man profits
off another man's war

and he doesn't lift a
finger, that's wisdom.

That's me.

- [Both] Nothing control
empathy.

- There you go.

Not bad (mumbles).

(car engine roaring)

(car smashing)

- Oh, muerta!

- Don't you look in the mirror
when you back up to a car?

- I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sorry.

Sorry's cool, I mean mi
abuela work for 15 years

to get me this car and
it's finally paid off.

- I said I was sorry.

- I'm gonna need your details,
your insurance information.

Do you have your license?

- I really am sorry.

Here's my driver's license.

- Mrs (mumbles), Mrs Concetta
Masconi's here to see you.

- Okay, great.

Yeah, send her in thanks.

- Please go in.

- Thank you.

I wanna talk to you
about the small accident.

- Katrina filled me in.

You bumped into some pretty boy.

Latino, I suspect.

If you were to kiss him
and I'll let you walk.

He claims whiplash.

- I just couldn't get used
to this automatic stuff.

In Milan, we drove fast
and we drove manual.

- I'm gonna try to get
you out of this one, okay.

- Try?

I have faith in you.

I hope I could be as good
a lawyer as you someday.

You're brilliant.

(Spanish guitar music)

Hello, neighbor.

I would help you with the
boxes, but you sued me.

It was only a scratch.

- I dropped the lawsuit.

- You what?

- Look, the guilt was just
gettin' to me

and I had a primo of mine fix
the car

for a six-pack and an
ex-girlfriend's phone number.

So there you have it.

Buenas noches, Senorita.

- I don't speak to strangers

and sorry, I don't speak
Spanish.

But I guess thank you for doin'
that.

- My grandmother would kill me

if I didn't learn to speak
perfect English

or if I didn't say hello
to a fellow neighbor.

Max Hernandez, great to meet
you.

- I saw this on your insurance
card,

but Max is not such a Latino
name.

- Mexican here.

My mother's German.

My father, he's a hardworking
Chicano.

He's been in the trucker's union
forever.

He always thought outside the
box.

Wanted us to too.

- Well nice to meet you, Max
Hernandez.

I wish you pleasant stay in the
duplex.

Buona notte.

- Wait a minute, I speak Spanish

and that sounds an awful lot
alike.

- Italian, I was born in Italy.

High school in Switzerland.

We moved around a lot.

My father was an alcoholic.

I wanted to get away to the good
old USA.

- For not speaking to strangers,

you sure reveal a lot of
information.

- You look decent.

- Is that before or after
I dropped the lawsuit?

- Your face looks honest.

- (laughs) I got most likely
not to succeed in school.

- You seem to have a decent
heart.

- Thank you.

- Concetta Masconi.

- Very nice to meet you,
Concetta.

- Buenas noches.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You don't speak Spanish,
you don't speak to strangers

and you just did both.

How am I ever gonna trust you?

- Anyone can say goodnight in
Spanish.

- Well not as sexy as you just
did.

- Goodnight, neighbor.

- Buona notte, Concetta Masconi.

- [Reporter] Detective Montauk,

why all the heat in the
department?

- Look, we're seein' an
insurgence of these cartels.

They're inchin' their
way up through Mexico,

onto San Diego and even in
the Los Angeles streets.

Now we just don't have the
budget to cover all this.

- Well it's just a happy
time in the department.

Budget cuts and even more crime

dealing with the Mexican cartel
wars

on the streets Los Angeles.

- Somebody in the City Council,

they've gotta do somethin' about
it

and they've gotta do it damn
fast.

- [Reporter] Well, that's an
outspoken cop

with years of experience.

(Italian singer vocalizing)

(audience applauding)

(soft, romantic music)

- Damn, he's handsome.

Latinos.

(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)

Thought it never rains in
California.

Nothing is what it seems.

Nothing.

(ominous music)
(glass shattering)

(Concetta screaming)

No!

Help!

Help!

(door banging)

(grunts) No!

Just let me...

Let me go!

(clothes tearing)

Let me go!

Please, no!

I beg you, please.

No, please.

Please, no.

Please.

(sirens wailing)

(Concetta sobbing)

- (mumbles) it's all over the
news.

Thank God I didn't need
to come into protect you.

But my God, honey, you
gotta be more careful.

Note that I put on (mumbles)

'cause I got the Latino
stud to drop the case.

- He felt his conscience get to
him.

- Some people's conscience
need kick starting.

I'm just tryin' to loosen you
up, honey.

They say you're more scared

after someone experiences
this type of trauma.

- Jessie, it was hell.

It was pure hell.

I'll never forget it.

It was hell, Jessie.

A real hell. (sobs)

It's not (mumbles).

- He is a bastard from Hell.

Now just relax, okay?

You've been through enough
already.

- Thank you, Jessie.

I'm so happy to see someone.

My father's so...

My mother

is so far away in Italy.

I know you're my lawyer.

- Yeah, well contrary to popular
belief,

some lawyers are human.

At least the ones outside
Century City.

- Thank you, Jess.

No lawsuit, Jessie.

One less thing to worry about.

Thanks, Jessie.

- It's gonna be alright.

It's gonna be okay, girl.

You're gonna stay with me
tonight.

- Solano, how you doin' dude?

Lieutenant, I need your help.

I know you're still pissed
off about all that stuff

that happened in Santa Monica.

Well it was 10 years ago, dude.

Ya gotta get over it, man.

I need one of your CSI guys to
help me.

All the storage facilities
are missing loads of dope.

I don't know who's involved.

I got no idea.

You're talkin' about a
billion dollars here.

Look, it's for Los Angeles
and I know you're the best.

You're even better than me.

- Come on, I'm not so good.

If you only knew how
bad I can be at things,

I just work hard.

- That's very humble of you.

- I'll get Dick to call ya.

- Dick?

- Yeah Richard, that's his name.

- You're jokin' right?

- No that's his name, Dick.

I'll get Dick to call ya.

- (chuckles) You are a funny
guy.

- (chuckles) Not all the time.

- Yeah, me either.

- Hey, your cousin did a great
job.

Looking good.

- Hey, I heard everything that
happened.

Are you alright?

- Heard it at your house?

- No, no, last night I was at
work.

I had the late shift.

Seven PM to midnight.

I park cars at Little Theater.

My old neighborhood, just
'til I finish school.

- Oh, so you were not here last
night?

- Of course not.

If I was here, I would
have found that cabron.

I would have beat his
head in like a pinata.

- I miss machismo.

Reminds me of my old country.

- Italy and Mexico, we
have a lot in common.

- More than you know.

- Oh, there's a man looking
for you, a detective.

Detective Solano.

The cop in that car.

- Why do you have his card?

- This place was crawling
with cops earlier

and after they grilled
everyone...

Of course, they keep
the Mexican-looking guy

for further questioning
until that rat cop over there

is done with everything.

- I'm so sorry.

- No, don't be sorry.

This is LA, Mija.

Whenever there's a crime,
any Mexican in the vicinity

is held for questioning 'til the
end.

It's just how it is.

Chingo, perfecto.

- I heard that.

- So you do speak Spanish?

- Italian, it's almost the same.

Perfecto.

- Sir, the team is having
tacos at Frankie's.

I'm off, we got it all.

Also, the lady of the house is
here.

CSI is leaving the building.

- Hey, hey, hey!

You're no Elvis. (chuckles)

- So, are you the detective on
my case?

- Hey, if you wanna report
me, here's my badge number.

Now, how long

have you owned this house?

- I don't own, I rent.

- Cool, I almost forgot.

I should tell you that you have
the right

to a female officer present
while I question you.

You also have the right
to have a lawyer present.

- I don't need a woman,
even as rude as you are.

I'm sure you know your
job and wouldn't risk it

at such an age.

- Oh boy, jeez.

You mind if I sit down?

I wanna get one thing
straight, right off the bat.

If you don't answer a question,
I assume that's a yes.

You know where I learned that?

Psych class.

- I'm sure you learned a lot
there.

Didn't they teach you
that it's not appropriate

to leave mustard on your tie?

- Better than ketchup.

- This is not starting out so
well.

- No you're right, it is not.

- [Concetta] Are you a
prosecutor or a detective?

- You're very clever, good
question.

Yes, I was a prosecutor from '92
to '95.

Some things are just hard to
change.

- Look, last night I answered

all the questions the police
had.

- Oh yeah, I know.

You're from Italy and
all that sorta stuff.

Your mother was an opera singer
until she met your father.

He had a drinking problem.

- How did you find that out?

- The internet.

It used to be really
special to be a detective.

Hard to do.

Now, anybody can do it.

- My father has nothing to do
with this.

- No I'm sure he doesn't, but
your mom lost a big fortune

due to your father's drinking,
right?

You guys ended up living
in a very humble home

in Sanremo, Italy.

- What the hell is this?

- I'll tell you what this is.

A person with an ax
breaks through your window

in the middle of the
night, almost rapes you.

Holds a very, very
sharp ax to your throat.

Now if somebody could be as
diabolical to do that to you,

he could do that to others.

So around me, every pan gets
fried.

Every stone gets turned.

- I get your point, Solano.

- Oh. (huffs)

It's Detective Solano.

That's the problem with all you

young, pretty girls these days.

Cross all boundaries.

You've lost all respect.

- Am I dreaming?

This can't be real.

I think I've seen a few
reruns from the 50s,

but you jump off the screen.

- How long you been
workin' at the strip club?

- Slip and Slide?

- Yeah, whatever.

- It's not a strip club.

It's a gentleman's club.

- Oh, have you had any problems

with any of the gentlemen there?

Maybe a rough lap dance or a
lousy tip?

- What the hell, man?

Maybe I take that female cop.

- Oh, no problem.

Officer Dorothy Smith.

24/7 like a donut shop.

If you want somethin' sweet.

- You can't be much of
an asshole to all women

who go through this.

I'm Italian.

I don't need anyone, Detective
Solano.

I got a real handsome
Latino man, lives nearby.

I'm sure he's not afraid about
your badge.

- That guy, has he ever been to
your...

The gentleman's club?

- No, I never met him 'til
yesterday.

- You know he has a record,
right?

- No and that's none of my
business.

- I think a domestic violence
case is your business.

He grabbed his girlfriend by the
hair

and he dragged her across the
floor

while he was drunk out of his
mind.

- Drinking?

- Yeah.

Now, he claims he's been
clean for two years.

- There you have it.

Some people make mistakes
when their drunk.

Actually, I could swear I smell
alcohol

on your jacket, Detective
Solano.

Can I get you a beer?

Detective Solano you
don't like me, do you?

When I look in your eyes,

I see a man who doesn't like
women.

- Now that's not true, I love my
sister.

- Most people would
have said their mother.

- Oh, we were orphans.

- No wonder, you are angry.

- Oh no I'm not angry, I'm
amazed.

I tell you that someone has a
record

and you stand up for him.

You remind me of all
these Hollywood lefties

where no one can do any wrong.

Where is the barometer for
punishment around here?

- Detective Solano, when I
was 14 years old in Italy,

I knew a girl named Rosanna Di
Romana.

She used to go out with
my cousin Vincenzo.

They went out one night.

He told her he didn't love her

and that he had a different
lover.

She was a virgin and thought
they would get married.

I saw her go to the police.

I saw her make a complete
lie about my cousin.

Just because of her word alone,

my cousin spent six months in
jail

while they investigated her
claim.

Just by her words alone!

No evidence whatsoever.

It was forever for my cousin.

- Yeah, I've read cases like
that.

I tell you about a potential
rapist

and you stand up for him.

But six months is not that bad,
is it?

- My cousin hung himself

with some sheets in a dirty
jail.

If you think LA jails are
bad, try Italian jails.

- (sighs) Well look, I'm sorry
to hear about all of this

but my concern right now is here
and you.

I mean no disrespect.

- None taken.

(energetic club music)

- Don't worry, I just arrive.

I'm in the club now.

Of course, I have the best stuff
with me

and I'll bring two
Japanese to your (mumbles).

Okay.

Yes Gregor, how long will it
take

'til the Japanese are here?

You have my guarantee that

they will be served with the
best stuff

and the hottest dancing queen in
the club.

What about the next (mumbles)
though?

(chuckles) You are preparing.

Why don't you invite me to come
around?

- Concetta, sir?

We won't get any while
she's updating drink order,

that's for sure, Jack.

- (mumbles) and need
triples through the doubles.

Make 'em bite, baby.

Hush all asshole.

- Sir, can I get the lady a
triple?

- Look at Concetta one more time

and I'm gonna kick your ass.

- After two week hiatus,

put your hands together for
Concetta.

Mmm-mmm yeah!

Let's hear it.

(crowd cheering)
(sensual music)

♪ I like the look of your pretty
smile ♪

♪ 'Cause your a man of low
profile ♪

♪ I show you 'round the ready to
work ♪

(muffled lyrics)

♪ I can do it nice ♪

♪ Nice and real slow ♪

♪ Just keep your (mumbles) ♪

♪ Or I can be fast ♪

♪ Fast and reckless ♪

♪ Just let me ♪

♪ Bite off your necklace ♪

♪ I am so nasty, (mumbles) ♪

♪ I wear it for you ♪

(muffled lyrics)

♪ You'll be crashing (mumbles) ♪

♪ In a (mumbles) ♪

♪ My edible (mumbles) ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I show you how ♪

♪ How I get wild ♪

♪ If you care ♪

- You see that (mumbles)?

That is good business.

That's gold.

That is business.

That is the power of the pussy.

Say it for me, power of the
pussy.

- Power of the pussy.
- Alright, say it again.

- Power of the pussy.
- Power of the pussy.

There we go.

Absolutely.

♪ Fast or real slow ♪

♪ Just keep your (mumbles) ♪

♪ Or I can be fast ♪

♪ Fast and reckless ♪

♪ Just let me ♪

(Concetta breathing heavily)
(ominous music)

♪ Nasty ♪

♪ I can make sure ♪

♪ Your feeling strong ♪

♪ It's gonna be (mumbles) ♪

♪ There's nothing wrong ♪

(crowd cheering)

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ No hurry, no stress ♪

♪ I don't dress for me to
impress ♪

♪ Showing off your dress ♪

♪ (Mumbles) distress ♪

(crowd howling and whistling)

♪ Just arrived to (mumbles) ♪

♪ And show me Mr B-I-G ♪

♪ G ♪

♪ I am so (mumbles) wearin' for
you ♪

♪ (Mumbles) fun ♪

♪ So you'll be crashing ♪

♪ My edible (mumbles) ♪

(crowd whistling and cheering)

- Put your hands together, nice
and loud.

Give a nice loud welcome to Lady
Ice.

C'mon. (whistles)

(rhythmic music)

- In two minutes, please
come to the private room.

The gents are paying $5,000
extra

just to watch you for some
minutes.

- [Man] Wow!

(man mumbling)

(rapist groaning)
(ominous music)

(energetic club music)

- Only for you, honey.

- You said it, doll.

(mumbles) you like to rush?

I'll rip your panties to shreds.

- Honey, Coco, gimme a drink.

- Is that that perfect
scooter gets hot as a rock?

Cola?

- It's not Cola, it's iced tea.

- Everything don't you, hot
stuff?

- She's wasted.

Cut her off, Coco.

- Tomboy,

Euro trash bitch.

- What did you say?

- Take Lana home.

She's wasted.

- I ain't ready for shit.

- Go home, little girl.

You remember last time.

- Fuck you, Concetta.

- Great, baby doll.

- Good night.

- You're a bitch.

- They're just jealous.

I missed you while you was gone.

You know my two regulars?

They didn't (mumbles) when you
was gone.

- I don't wanna really
talk about what happened.

I'm really sick of it all.

It's two weeks ago and I
want my mind rid of it all.

These damn cops stay outside my
house

and I don't feel right.

That bastard, whoever
it was, is long gone.

He ain't coming back.

Probably he left the state.

- I wouldn't count on that,
honey.

Look I make a lot of
money off ya, I don't lie.

You know Jack, he does not lie.

I do not play the hypocrite.

I need you safe.

Sweetie, you keep the cops
at your door for a while

or you move out or--

- Or?

- You tell the police you want
them gone.

Maybe go back in the swing of
things

and I'll put Old School
on you for a few weeks.

He just got out of San Quentin.

He needs a job.

Not to mention he owes
me one or two or 10.

- Old School?

- I need to talk to you in the
back.

- Alright, I have to change.

- Ciao.

(soft intriguing music)

(Jack snorting and vocalizing)

- Jack.

Jack, are you sure I'm
making the right decision?

- (chuckles) Turn around.

So you think

I want my star player runnin'
around with a bunch of hogs?

- Hog?

What is a hog?

- It's worse than a pig.

I don't like that new Spic you
got

a dance from your driveway,
baby,

around a bunch of hogs.

I'd like to split his head open

and smash those re-fried bean.

- You're even more jealous than
the Italian boys back home.

- Baby, daddy's hot for you
doll.

(mumbles) gettin' good
(mumbles).

It takes a real man to
(mumbles).

It's getting good, you losing a
battle.

Good, huh? (growls)

Ooh, this is getting good.

Yeah.

- Jack.
- What?

- Things have changed, Jack.

You can make me work for you.

You can make me do Coke.

You can make me fuck you.

(Jack chuckling)

But you can't make me love you.

- That's so (mumbles) of shit.

- You could make me work for
you.

(climactic music)
(glass shattering)

(Concetta screaming)

- That's okay, baby.

Saki?

Jack's?

You just make a hell of a girl.

Here you go, baby.

Pour it down.

Now, pour it down.

Yeah!

They worship the dragon and
the dragon breathes fire.

Ooh, baby.

- You know, I don't advise any
of this.

The law provides 30 days police
monitoring

or even relocation.

The designer's page,

that means you're giving

yourself up to danger.

(mumbles) I just want my
life back, that's all.

Oh, my favorite 50s man.

- Good afternoon to you too,
Miss Masconi.

- Have you caught the SOB yet?

- Guys, get rid of (mumbles).

I hear you want to get
rid of the police monitor

and here you already went back
to work.

I hear you went on a date with
that Max,

the fella near your house.

- Yes daddy, but seeing a
movie is not a date in my book.

We went only, how you Americans
say?

Second base.

- Second base with a
convicted woman abuser?

- I could use a little abusing
by him.

- Now listen here, lady.

This is not a goddamn joke!

There are 299 murderers,
736 rapes, 8,000 assaults,

7,000 robberies and on and
on and on in this town!

You understand?

It's not a joke.

You got your female
here who hears all this,

who's gonna protect you
from big, bad daddy.

Well it's my job to protect you,
too!

You got it?

You're lucky we got a few
cents left in the budget

that they give us in this
godforsaken hellhole!

- Are anger management
courses free for detectives?

I was just trying to make light.

I've gone through hell.

I'm still having nightmares
every night.

Can't think straight half the
time.

All the time I go outside or to
work,

I'm just reminded because
there's a cop sitting

outside at my doorstep or in the
cruiser.

So please sir, please Detective
Solano.

I have some friends of friends.

They're security in a
car, that's a great deal.

Less conspicuous and I'll be
protected.

They come every night
from 9 p.m. to 7 a.m.

Please.

- Do you think a rapist gives
a frick about day or night?

- I'm sure they would
rather have some night.

- I have no idea why you didn't
take the relocation program.

- I moved around my
whole life like a gypsy

because of unfit parents.

I want to stay where I am at
(mumbles).

Please understand and
please try to this bastard.

Let me live my life.

I can't take it anymore.

(Spanish guitar music)

Just when I thought things

would get more sadder around
here.

- Miss Masconi, no disrespect

but we had to come and let you
know.

- I know.

Jack hired you fellas to watch
after me

and I'm very appreciative,

but I would rather just
kind of live like I used to.

Is that marijuana?

- Roscoe takes a hit here and
there.

He just got out the joint.

He drinks a little bit.

Do some drugs, but not the real
drugs.

He's well-respected in the
neighborhood,

but we're here to protect
you, Miss Masconi.

- Somehow I believe you.

- Concetta, are you okay?

What the hell, Cholos?

(Max speaking Spanish)

- Please, Max.

- Odelay, old school.

(fist thudding)

Hey, easy easy!

- What? Can't you Cholos do
anything

without a gun?

- I can, Ese.

(Max grunting)
(fist thudding)

- Get him, Old School.

Alright

(speaks Spanish), Old School.

- I've had enough drama.

I don't need this shit!

- Let's go, homies.
- It's all good, okay.

- It's good?

Are you crazy?

After what just happened, it's
all good?

I take back what I said about

Italians and Mexicans being
similar.

- Wipe yourself.

- Guys, we're not.

We're a lot smarter and we
know when to cut our loses.

If these guys are here to
protect you,

they have my blessing.

- Miss Masconi, here's my
business card.

We work in a local (mumbles).

We've got permits for our guns.

We'll take care of you, we
promise.

We'll be watching you.

- Thanks Max for standing up for
me.

- It's good.

Too bad it was my only
day off in the past month

to go to the beach. (sighs)

- I would have known about this
place

if I would have been here
sooner.

- My father used to
bring me and my sisters

down here (mumbles).

I had a father that loved me.

My mother, on the other hand,

she was a different story.

- At least you had a lovin'
father.

Mine you can forget.

He was always drunk.

But I do care a lot about my
mom.

- Oh my God, look.

It's a couple dolphin and I
think a whale.

I love this place.

Jeez, ow.
- I'm so sorry.

- That Old School has
a hell of a right hook.

(grunts) I'm startin' to bleed
again.

(mumbles), I'll fuck you blood
bath.

Hi, you are always welcome in
here.

- Don't get too crazy.

I just brought you some warm
tea.

Chamomile, it's good for you.

It calms you.

- Oh mi abuela, my
grandmother used to make it.

It's manzanilla for us.

I know its effects.

It's like a little piece of
heaven.

- This all happened because of
me.

I'm very sorry.

- I know.

I feel very at peace in your
bathroom.

There's something very calming.

- People have said that about
me.

It's a great compliment, thank
you.

- (chuckles) You really know
how to take care of a man.

I shoulda gone to Italy a long
time ago.

- Astonishing things
happen if you really care.

(Max grunting and wincing)

Relax, big guy.

I'm not ready for all that, not
yet.

Good things come to those who
wait.

You need some pain meds,
aspirin, and I'm all out.

I go to the store later.

Maybe you lend me your
keys, so the mafia boys

won't spot me and I get
15 minutes of freedom.

- Are you gonna be okay, Mija?

- Yeah.

Because you've been such a good
patient,

I give you a helping hand.

Lay back, relax.

(dog barking)
(intriguing crime music)

- Hey, where are you goin'?

We gotta sign in.

- I don't sign in.

- Everyone signs in.
- Not me.

- Detective?

Detective (mumbles)?

Are you not out of your
jurisdiction?

- Yeah sugar tits, I am.

My father ran this DEA
holding joint for 19 years

before he was gunned down in
cold blood

by some punk rising up the
ranks.

- Yes I know, sir.

His throat was found cut

and his body found in
four different pieces

at an Italian deli north of
Hollywood.

Everyone knows the story, sir.

- So move the fuck outta my way.

- Sexist bastard.

- Sexist bastard.

Yeah, you're right.

Maybe I am.

But when my father ran this
place,

this DA holding joint, not
one ounce of blow was gone.

Not one ounce of Coke was
missing

and there wasn't one cop corrupt
enough

to have two houses in covert
city.

I'm tryin' to straighten this
joint out.

Ya got it?

So where you from?

Armenia?

How long you been here?

- Since I was three years old,
sir.

Why?

- Do you love this country?

Really, do you love it?

What happened to the truck,
Donnie?

- It was full yesterday
with H, now it's empty.

- Yeah it's empty, huh?

Somebody took it, right?

- Yeah, sure did.

- I'm gonna stick CSI up all
your asses!

All of you!

I wanna know what happened to
this shit.

I'm done with this shit!

I want you to count for
everything here.

I want you to find it, find it!

48 hours or you're all fucked!

All of you!

- $100 a day ain't bad to be
watching (speaks Spanish), huh?

Hey, Max's Mercedes is gone.

I think that chick slipped out
on us, man.

♪ Run the world. ♪

♪ Can't control me ♪

♪ (Mumbles) by your side ♪

♪ You can have me ♪

♪ You can touch me ♪

♪ You can buy me with your love
♪

♪ Run the world ♪

- Hey there, do you have some
aspirin?

- Of course we do, ma'am.

(mellow, lively music)

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Yeah yeah yeah ♪

♪ Hey ♪

- Can't I ever be alone?

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ♪

(suspenseful crime music)

- Oh my God!

Get off me!

Bastard!

Help!

My God, get off me!

(tires squealing)

(Concetta weeping)
(sirens wailing)

Leave me alone!

Help, help!

- Freeze, police!
- No, (mumbles)!

- Drop the weapon!
(gun blasting)

- [Concetta] No!

(Concetta muffled screaming)

- Freeze, police!
- No!

That's the man in the trees!

(muffled shouting)

That's the man in the trees.

Please! (screams)

- Go go go go go go go!

Go go. (breathes heavily)

(muffled speech)

You alright?

Would you like anything to
drink?

Coffee?

- No thank you, Officer Chase.

- Okay, you'll be alright.

- If you're up to it, Miss
Masconi,

Detective Solano would like to
see you.

- I don't think I'm ready
for anything except my bed.

I suppose my house is full of
LAPD spies.

- Well it seems so,
everything's upside down.

Everything except--
- Except your boyfriend.

(soft investigative music)

- He's not my boyfriend.

We've only dated.

- Oh, well I guess you
call him your boy toy.

- How is he allowed to
get away with all that?

- Well he does push the cot,
doesn't he?

- Now Miss Masconi, he wasn't
there

when we arrived as you
suspected.

Now I suspect that he's a
suspect.

- No way, I only met him.

- So you don't think he has a
motive.

See rapists, they don't have a
motive.

They have a drive, an overt
sexual drive

and a sadistic rapist is
addicted to anger

and the feeling of danger.

The fact that he could get
caught.

That's what he's thinking
about gettin' caught

or gettin' shot in the
head or getting smashed

or squashed up against the wall.

- Like I said, anger management.

- Where do you suspect he might
be?

You said he has a job,
so where does he work?

- He works at a carpark and
I know he goes to school.

- And you know this?

- He told me he did.

- Okay, Los Angeles?

You cut 50% of what people say,

we take 10% of that and it
might be good if you're lucky.

- Detective Solano,
I'm sure it wasn't him.

He's taller than the guy
that tried to rape me.

- Okay, okay good.

You're sure of this?

- Well, it seems so.

Maybe he's the same.

Sorry, I don't feel too well.

- Okay, it's alright.

If you don't feel well,
we can do this tomorrow.

- He's human?

- Oh, that's a matter of public
opinion.

After 15 years of marriage,
I think I'm a little biased.

- Now you know our personal
lives,

we don't bring it into this
stuff.

- I didn't and you're
the one that kissed me.

- Okay.
- You are married?

Oh my God, but her name is
Smith.

- Well yeah, she's a feminist.

Almost (mumbles) because of
that.

Well I won't go into that right
now.

- Well somehow it makes me feel
better.

- You should see us at home,

we both have dyed each other's
guns.

Oh it's nice to see you smile

after everything that you've
been through.

- Thank you, Officer Smith.

- Dorothy.

Dorothy is fine.

- Dorothy, thank you for
comforting me.

- Well he gets a little
shy in front of me,

so I'll leave you both to your
business.

Sir, I'll be outside if you need
anything.

- You let those two Latinos
outta holding.

- That's the most ridiculously
racist thing I've ever heard.

I don't appreciate that comment.

- Okay, what should I say?

- That there's two suspects
who are obviously innocent

outta the slammer so they
can get on with their lives.

- Okay okay, I'm not gonna
go up against two women alone

without backup. (chuckles)

- So Detective Solano, I
want them to drive me home.

I feel very comfortable with
them.

They make me feel very safe.

- The LAPD doesn't?

That is the strangest request
I've heard

in my entire career and trust
me, I've had a long one.

Alright let those two jumping
beans out.

- Yes sir, I'm on it.

- Can I call you Concetta?

- You may.

- Concetta, CSI came back with
the report

of that rubber sampling
you tore from that freak

and it's strange, I'll tell ya.

It comes from a particular sex
shop.

It makes this brand and
that shop is only in Japan.

That's a freak, as you would
say, right?

You know anybody from Japan?

Maybe a customer?

- Oh, not that I remember.

- The ax, that came from
Pasadena.

You know anybody from Pasadena?

- Pasadena, that's in the
valley, correct?

- Yeah, like you know any
Armenians?

- What?

- (laughs) I'm sorry,
that's an inside joke.

- Not a funny one.

- Okay look, my father was
Italian, my mother was German.

I think I'm entitled to a sense
of humor.

- Sir, I don't know people's
race

has to do with any of this.

- Alright I'm just tryin' to get

to the end of this nightmare.

The ax is made in Pasadena,
the rubber sample's from Japan.

It's just a very strange
combination.

- Anything else they find?

- No.

I don't feel good about
you staying at your house.

Can you stay with friends or
maybe family?

- No, this going to be fine.

As long as Bougart and
Old School are near me,

I won't ever trick them again

and I will let them
stay closer to my house.

- Say what?

- Those are the two Mexican
American men

you have in a holding cell,
that your wife is letting out.

Those are my friends
and I really trust 'em.

(energetic club music)

- We're gonna get you outta
this, alright?

I promise.

We're in East LA, we're gonna
get you out.

- Yeah, you're right.

I'm not gonna let this kill me.

This is interesting, can we
stop?

I love that music.

Somehow reminds me of home.

- Latin.

Latin, Concetta.

Oh I mean Miss Masconi, I'm
sorry.

- Honey, I'm a stripper
for goodness sakes.

Concetta's fine.

- My pops used to bring
me here every Saturday

and they got the best
sopa de pollo on the spot.

- Similar to Italian soup?

Oh, I bet it's lovely.

- No, sopa de pollo; the best in
town.

You see, Old School's
like a celebrity in here.

- He don't speak much lately.

- You know Old School,

he sometimes gets like a little
tiger.

- Tiger, my ass.

A fuckin' lamb.

- [Bougart] Alright ese, let's
go.

(Latin music)
(singer vocalizing Spanish)

- Help me on the (mumbles).

- Who, Mija?

- Mija's kinda like my daughter
or somethin' like that.

I guess in Italian it's
different.

- Mmm, I love this soup.

I'm in amor, mmm.

- Amor, right?

- Yes, now that's similar.

- Yeah, but Mexican we
like it slower and rhythm,

our rhythm more smooth.

(both laughing)

- Oh crap, I got the text.

(mumbles), everything's handled

and he's gonna stay up at my
mom's house.

Old School can stay on the
couch.

- Are you sure?

I don't want to put anyone out.

- Hey, it's the best thing.

Whoever this motherfucker is,

he wants to slice you and dice
you.

He ain't comin' to this part of
town.

East LA's off-limits for freaks
like that

or he gets capped LA style.

- Somehow I feel so secure here.

I love the food and I the
people.

They're so warm and nice like
Italy.

What's the others' place

Detective Solano made me
promise?

- These are Los Angeles street.

- Care to dance, senor?

- No thanks, I got your back.

I don't play games when
I'm watching people's back.

- I can imagine.

Bougart?

- Of course, senorita.

(Latin guitar music)

My pleasure. (smooches)

(singer vocalizing Spanish)

(both laughing)

(Concetta clapping)
(both laughing)

(soft, guitar music)

- Detective Solano, it's all
perfect.

Trust me.

No disrespect sir, but no cop

could make me feel this secure.

I don't wanna feel like in a
cage.

These are wonderful people
and I really appreciate it.

I'll probably take a week off
work.

Yes.

Thank you, Detective.

(phone buzzing)

- Max!
- Concetta.

It's so nice to hear your voice.

- Honey, are you alright?

- Well after the inquisition,
I feel a little bit jaded.

Yet I'm fine.

My nose is still a little in
pain, but everything's good.

I really miss your voice.

- Oh baby, you got my texts
right?

- Yes, where you're staying
it's right next to my tia's.

- What?

- My aunt, she lives right
around to where you are.

Concetta?

- Yes, honey?

- You know it's not me, right?

- Baby, never even came across
my mind.

I miss you.

Te amo.

- Hey if you're there long
enough,

I might lose you to a hot
Latino.

- You are a hot Latino.

(both laughing)

- Ow shit, that hurts.

- Max,

buenas noches.

- Okay baby, I'll see you soon?

- I don't need a man to do that.

I don't need a man.

(glass knocking)
(Latin music)

(Old School speaking Spanish)

- Jack, I got you on speaker
phone.

- Hey, what the fuck?

(singer vocalizing Spanish)

(muffled speech)

The house, make yourself a home.

Why don't you just sit down
and have some (mumbles)?

- Are you there, Tomboy?

I said are you there, Tomboy?

What the fuck?

I can't hear you.

Maniac, quit bein' so hard
on your goddamn phone.

(Old School mumbling)

- What's going on?

Old School, look at me.

Mama said no guns and no
business in this house.

You know to listen to her.

- Mija, sit down.

Everything's okay.

Sit down, sit down.

Everything's okay, it's a good
business.

It's a good paying job.

I'm gonna get mom that old
car she'd been wanting.

Everything is okay.

- (speaks Spanish), this ain't
right.

When she gets back from church,

don't think I'm living here now.

- [Tomboy] Do you hear this?

This is bullshit we have to put
up with?

- Ooh!
- Nice.

- Spaghetti.

- Bon appetito.

- What the fuck kinda music is
that?

- It's some Mexicana, Mexican
bullshit.

- Jack, you should have come
yourself.

Missing my famous
spaghetti (speaks Italian).

You sent Tomboy here, I must be
special.

- Tomboy's there for business.

- I guess that means you
pass on my spaghetti.

- Yeah, that's cool.

- Hey, my mom don't want any
of this crap in her home.

I want you out!

- Mija, Mija, Mija sit down.

Everything's gonna be alright.

We have it under control.

- Here's for your mother, for
you and for all your troubles.

It's not gonna be long now.

- I feel like a piece of
property.

- Nothing personal, Concetta.

(Bougart speaking Spanish)

- You know Old School, dude.

I helped you out a lot.

When you were in the slider for
ducats

in your prison fund every
weekend

for 10 motherfuckin' years.

I made sure your kids were cool.

I set you straight.

- Yeah Jack, you helped us out a
lot.

That's why I'm doin' this gig.

I'm (mumbles) man, it's all
cool.

- The problem is, see.

She hadn't worked in a while.

Everyone knows Concetta is
Prime.

When I lose Prime, I don't get a
dime.

That ain't cool.

So (mumbles) in the front.

Concetta,

when are you comin' back to
work, babe?

- Jack, what she's been through,

she's pretty bent up
from last night homie.

- I ain't yo fuckin' homie.

I'm a republican.

It's all about motherfuckin'
finance, pal.

Now, I'll pay you guys good.

I want her back to work.

- Hey, I have some say in this.

Jack, are you crazy?

(energetic Latin music)

- You better fuckin' shoot me,
punk.

Bougart blasts your (mumbles)
dank ass all over the wall.

I'm coming in for your
scalp for a door prize.

- Tomboy, what the fuck?

Did you just pull a gun?

Did I say anything about
pulling a gun, did I?

- No, sorry Jack.

The bitch was bein'
disrespectful.

- Put it down.

Put it down, now.

I'm over here tryin'
tend to my shiny new car

and you motherfuckers are
rainin'

on my motherfuckin' parade!

- Lemme tell you something.

You wanna walk like a
man, talk like a man?

I'll kick your ass like a man.

I'll gender bender your fuckin'
head.

- It's cool, it's cool.

Look Concetta, it's fine.

- Look, I'm losin' a lot of
money

each day she ain't workin'.

Concetta, you know you're my
number one.

We talked about this.

No pressure, listen.

I want you, okay?

I paid these guys lots of
ducats and I ain't no pimp.

I told you that.

I treat my bitches good, don't I
Tomboy?

- Yeah you do, Jack.

Everybody knows that.

- Concetta, baby listen to me.

I care for you as a person.

I picked you up from that
shelter

when you couldn't even eat
when you got here from Italy.

Your parents couldn't even
send you $200, remember that?

- Yes Jack, I owe you and I
respect you.

You know that.

You've been good to me, but
don't forget

what I've done for you.

Your club is not number one
until

you made a lot of ducats with
me, so I'm a good investment.

You're a good business man.

- I don't like this new Max, my
friend.

I just need my Benjis,
ladies and gentlemen.

- I understand, Jack.

But if you could see my face,

faster to tears this one week.

Ask Tomboy, it's a little
screwed up.

I gotta take a break.

- She ain't lyin'.

- I'm okay, Jack.

I'll be alright.

One week and I'll be back on the
pole.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't
be able to get my degree.

I hold you in high regards,
Jack.

Pure and simple.

(energetic Latin music)

- It's Max and he's got
some (speaks Spanish)

comin' into my town.

- Okay guys, see you Monday.

Weekends are free and so am I.

- [Jack] I'll be a monkey's ass.

- Yeah, Jack it's him.

He's here.

- [Jack] What the hell,
Concetta?

- That's the fucking cookie
that she likes lick on.

- [Jack] That's fucked.

You can go out, but you can't
work?

- Jack, I'm going to Tijuana
for the first time in my life.

You should be happy for me.

A girl that's gone through
what I have needs a break.

One weekend getaway.

I'll be back Monday and we will
make

all kinds of ducats for you next
week.

You boys cool down, I'm havin'
some fun.

- [Jack] Old School follow her.

- To TJ?
- But--

- [Jack] But, my ass.

That's seven Gs walkin' down the
street.

- Got it Jack, we on it.

(singer vocalizing Spanish)
(Latin guitar music)

- I love Mexico!

(waves whooshing)
(seagulls squawking)

(both laughing)

(singers vocalizing Spanish)
(romantic Latin music)

This is so romantic.

(Concetta clapping)

Thank you, honey.

I feel alive again.

Long way from home and away
from all that insanity.

I was so distraught.

Thank you for bringing me here.

(soft sensual music)

Baby I want you, but I'm not
ready.

Not yet.
- Dammit!

Dammit, you gotta be kidding me.

- Baby, it's not my fault.

I take care of you real good.

Te quiero.

Come on, kiss me.

It will be worth

to wait

when I'm ready

and I go.

I go,

go, go.

Go.

(energetic club music)

(Latin guitar music)

- Hermanos.

We've already established that
you're the resident badasses,

but can we get a little privacy
please?

- You wanna go another round,
ese?

(mumbles) and then you
ruin my Sunday meditation.

- Come on guys, you kiddin' me?

You've been on us all day.

- Oh yeah, Latino stallion?

We've been on you the
whole fuckin' day, pendejo.

- What the fuck, guys?

I came to America for freedom.

I want my freedom.

Mija, don't worry.

Do what you gotta do.

Consider us your new big daddy.

- I go back to the room and I'm
staying

'til they catch that freak.

I'm done with this crap.

I'm an independent woman.

I love you guys, but I want
freedom.

I'm losing my mind.

- Don't worry, Mija.

- Old School, I want my freedom.

- Guys look, this crazy (speaks
Spanish) is losing her mind.

She just needs a little
time away from everyone.

- Including you?

- Including me.

Look, this (speaks Spanish)
she isn't such an easy ride.

- Fuck off, we know what we're
doing.

- Well check this out,

we ain't calling off the
torpedoes until Jack says.

So keep (speaks Spanish) or
Latino, whatever you are.

Let's go, Old School.

(Old School speaking Spanish)

(intense sensual music)

- Are you alright?

Is the time now?

- Yes, honey.

- Timing is right?

Yes, are you alright?

- Yes, baby.

(singer vocalizing Spanish)

- Is this what you need?

I want to steal your heart.

I wanna own your body.

(glass shattering)

(Concetta screaming)

What?

- Just love?

That's what you need.

We could have waited just a
little longer,

I would have (mumbles) my spirit
was.

- Dammit, really?!

How could you let me get
so close to the fire,

let me tie you up

and then nothing.

- I wanted to trust you, Max,

with my heart, with my soul,
with my body.

(soft guitar music)

Where are you going?

- School.

It could've been worth skipping.

- I'm so sorry.

Max, just not ready.

Hey guys, what's up?

- I love my Torino.

But you know what?

This vato wants to go to the
donut shop

and I ain't keeping you.

- Hey, I got some blush.

You got problems, Concetta.

Can I just go grab a donut or
something?

- Yes, I see

- Hey I heard that in a movie.

Doesn't it mean I understand?

- Comprendo.

- Okay well look, he's gonna
stay here

and I'll be back in 30 minutes.

Is that okay?

- Hey, you guys need both to
live.

Whoever that was that did
that to me is not around here.

There's no damn chance in
hell they know I'm here,

so go and take a damn break.

You both need it.

I love you, boys.

(ominous music)

- Hey, what the fuck?

What are you officers here for?

Must be for a blunt or a little
joint?

- He's not an officer, Old
School.

That's one of the
highest-decorated detectives

in LA County, motherfucker!

- I'm impressed.

Can I have his autograph?

- You know what, how 'bout you--

- Hey hey, he didn't do shit
man, relax!

- I know who you are, Old
School.

I've known you a long time.

I know what happened to you long
ago

and I know who you used to work
for.

I know your uncle got his hand
cut off.

I think maybe I should
put a bullet in your ear.

Can you imagine if I put
a bullet in your ear?

You're gonna live.

But the rest of your life,

you're gonna hear ring ring ring
ring.

Is that what you want?

No, so tell me what happened

to all the pallets at the DEA
joint.

I know the van was involved!

We know it!

- Hey wait, this ain't even my
ride.

This is a loan, now.

- Tell this punk to stop
talkin' to me like a rookie.

- Hey fuck you, (speaks
Spanish).

- Hey come on, man.

- [Old School] You better do
more than fuck up my hearing.

- Yeah, you're a fuckin' badass
right?

Look at him.

How 'bout I just shoot
your fuckin' dick off?

- C'mon take it easy on him,
man.

You know them eight years he
was down, he was innocent.

Do you the DEA has
somethin' to do with that?

- That was eight years ago.

Back then we didn't have
all this CSI, BSI, PS,

what is bullshit.

We didn't have all those
little pings, but now we do.

We know this van was traced
to the DEA facility near it

and we know it, so tell
me what the fuck happened

or I'm gonna blow your face off!

- He doesn't know anything, man.

Zero.

- They're clean.

Let's go home.
- But Nick.

(phone ringing)

- Max?

- [Solano] (grunts) Concetta.

- Hello?

- Oh yeah, I'm just callin'
to check in on you, honey.

- Detective Solano?

- That's my name.

Saving damsels in distress.

It's my game.

- I'm in the bathroom now.

- Well listen, Concetta.

I have some very, very
serious information about Max

and it is urgent that we speak.

So can you call me back when
you get outta the bathroom?

- Okay, yes.

- Okay.

- Bad, bad, bad cop.

(sensual music)

- (sniffs) Smoke?

(intense ominous music)

Old School?

(door knocking)

Old School, are you smoking out
there?

(door tapping)

Old School, are you out there?

(glass shattering)

Help!

(door knocking)
(heart thumping)

(muffled speech)

Bougart!

(door banging)
(muffled shouting)

- I'm home, babeh! (laughs
maniacally)

- Max?

Max?

You scared the hell out of me.

(Max laughing maniacally)

Max,

are you okay?

- I lost my job today.

I've been spending too much
time in my social life.

- Max, you're only entitled to
one personality in your life.

I mean usually.

- I've been spending too much
time

tryin' to get that pussy.

- What?

- Do you know what it's like
to see that fine little ass

and to not be able to hit it,
huh?

- Hit it?

(Max laughing maniacally)

You're completely drunk, Max.

I've opened up myself to you.

I told you how I hated
my alcoholic father!

How could you behave like this
to me now?

How could you do this?

- You understand hit it.

You understand slang,
you dumb fuckin' wop?!

(Concetta gasping)
Huh?!

I'm gonna fuckin' own that pussy
tonight.

(Concetta screaming)

- No, please no!

- Where are you fuckin' going?

Don't make me fucking hurt you!

Don't fuckin' (mumbles)!

(muffled crosstalk)

- Hey an infant you idiot.

Here, here.

We brought you donuts.

Enough for you and mama is very
angry.

She told me to don't bring
(mumbles) anymore to the house

if not for Concina.

She left all the mess with the
spaghetti.

But you know what?

They stole mama's car.

- What?
- Yes.

(Bougart and sister speaking
Spanish)

- Ey, you know what?

We gotta call that...

What is that fuckin' detective?

Detective Montauks or somethin'?

Maybe he knows somebody around
that area

to see who took the car.

Don't worry, we'll find mom's
car, okay?

- Yeah, don't worry.

Don't worry, in the meantime
what?

- Where ist the rest
oft the money dumbass?

- I do not know what's
wrong. I got the child!

- Walk you to the car.

Let me walk you to the car.

Come on, Old School.

- They were crying.

They were (mumbles)
- No, come on.

- Stop fuckin' screaming.

I'm gonna fuckin' hurt you.

Can you fuckin' (mumbles)?
- It was you!

It was you!

It was you that tried to rape
me! (sobs)

- Are you fuckin' crazy, you
dumb fuckin' (speaks Spanish)?

Are you fuckin' insane?

Yeah, I think it's time I'm
gonna hit it.

You like those Cholos, man.

I'll be a Cholo for you tonight,
baby.

Come here.

Be your Cholo tonight.

Yeah, yeah.
- I love you!

(Max shouting)
(glass shattering)

(Max laughing maniacally)
(ominous music)

- I love you, Max.

Stop it!

Stop it!

I'm gonna cut you!

I'm gonna (mumbles)!

(muffled shouting)
(Max laughing maniacally)

- Your ass is mine.

Punta fuckin' (speaks Spanish).

I'm gonna take that ass tonight.

Ooh yeah.

It's time.

(Concetta screaming)
(Max demonically screaming)

Your ass is all mine!

- No!

- Your ass is mine!
- Open the damn door.

- You bitch!
- Open it!

- You tryin' to fuckin' get me
killed?!

(muffled shouting)
(gun blasting)

(Concetta weeping)

- Get her out, get her out!

Bougart, get her out!

Get her out!

You dumb shit.

(door knocking)

Damn it!

No Stop!

- It's Sunday morning, what the
hell?

Don't these Americans ever
sleep?

May I help you, Detective?

- You've gotta see this.

- Jack?

(soft, guitar music)

I can't believe it.

- Lots of corruption, ma'am.

Mexico to Los Angeles,
lots of dirty bastards.

- I guess you lost your war,
Jack.

- Excuse me?

- Oh, it's really just
something between me and Jack.

- I just wanted to let you
know Detective Montauk and I

are always here for you if you
need us.

- Thank you, Detective Davidson.

- Goodbye.

- Arrivederci.

I'm gonna miss you, crazy nut.

(ominous music)
(Concetta muffled screaming)

(soft investigative music)

- Sir, Officer Michaels.

Is it possible we could leave
this for Detective Solano?

- What is it?

- It's pretty important, sir.

We got tip from some people in
the hood

who knew Max before he--
- took an exit.

- Yeah, before he exit the stage
and left.

- Cut the crap, vatos

I got a report to write, what is
it?

- Sir, you see these DVD?

It has a DVD of the night that
Max worked.

- We have footage of
Concetta, I mean Miss Masconi,

who's almost raped the first
time.

- In other words, it was
impossible that Max did the
crime.

He was working.

We got proof of it on DVD.

- Why didn't you call Detective
Solano?

- Why didn't he answer?

We went by Concetta's
house to check on her.

We went to her house,
went to the living room.

There's flowers all over the
living room.

- Alright, I got an APB on her.

Open Detective Solano's door,

put it on his desk and shut it.

- Okay, officer.

(soft intriguing music)

- You guys see if you can locate
her

on the streets somewhere.

- Okay.

- Check the Slip n' Slide Club.

We got the streets covered.

- You were right, tio.

You were right about Max.

He's nothin' but a drunken
crack.

He's not the real rapist.

- I'm always right, cabron.

- Alright tio, we gotta find
this chick.

She has a big corazon, tio.

We gotta find this cop.

That's the least we can do, tio.

- Ain't nothin' a Latino can't
do.

I know a guy at (speaks
Spanish).

He's got address to all the
detectives

in case he has to put one down.

- Man, you always comin'
through, homie.

Damn, homie's on point.

(Concetta weeping)

- Are you gonna act
like a good little girl?

If you do, Lana will
take off your (mumbles).

(Concetta weeping loudly)

Ssh.

- Please, I beg you.

Help!

Just let me go, please.

I don't know who you are or what
you want.

Just let me go, please.

I have 600 dollar in the
bank and it's all yours.

All of it.

I save it.

It's all yours. (weeps)

Oh, please.

- Hey, hey, hey you're such
a fucking ignorant slut.

Look at you.

You make me wanna burn my bra,
baby.

Let you go?

I don't think so, sweetheart.

You're gonna die here tonight.

Do you understand me, you
fuckin' slut?

You whore.

Go ahead, baby.

Go ahead, take off your rubber.

Nasty, nasty, nasty!

Take it off for little
(mumbles).

Do we have here?

(zipper zipping)
(ominous music)

- Dorothy?

- Ey!

(Concetta weeping)

Oh my goodness, who do we have
here?

Peek-a-boo!

(hysterical laughing)

- Concetta, remember what I told
you

about 300 murders, 3,000
rapes and tortures.

Do you know how many of those
I've been involved with,

I've had to investigate,
I've had to endure?

You know what that does to a
cop's mind?

Gets in my mind, makes me want
it.

Makes me fantasize about
it, makes me dream about it.

You know what, you little bitch?

You cost me millions.

Two million dollars to be
exact and that was my cut.

You had your goody-two-shoes
Montauk and Davidson

sniffin' up my ass, then
your boy got busted.

Well you cost me two million
dollars

and that was my cut, you fuckin'
bitch!

(Concetta weeping)

All we had to do was get that
to the Japs in Long Island

and you fucked it up!

Well we're gonna make up for
that.

You're gonna pay me back.

We're gonna make $200,000
off of you with a snuff film.

- Snuff film?

- Now lemme tell you what a
snuff film is.

That's where I fuck you
and I kill you on camera

(laughs) and then we sell it to
the Japs.

- No!
- Yes!

Them little Japs gonna be
lookin' at you.

Jerkin' off their little
spring rolls, drinkin' saki.

(hysterical laughing)

- I used to get so angry
when I was younger.

He used to have to visit the
strip clubs.

I'd get so angry, I'd be so
jealous.

I used to be such a good girl.

But after a while, I couldn't
climax

without more and more and more.

I remember when he used to
visit you in the strip club.

You probably don't remember.

He was incognito in a
big hat and a fake beard.

He'd bring pics of you home.

He'd bring pics of you home.

We both got off on you.
(chuckles)

You ruined my marriage, Miss
Blondie.

You pay, you pay!

Fuckin' whore.

- You both, you will go in jail
forever.

This is insane. (sobs)

Your police, they will
go out of (mumbles).

- No baby, they won't.

You're all wrong.

You don't seem to understand.

The judges, the lawyers, the
cops.

All the black robes, we're all
together.

We're all deep in the dark side

and authorities take care of
authorities.

- You can torture me, you
can kill me, you can rape me,

but you will never get away from
the law.

You bastard!

(intriguing music)

- Hello.
- Bougart.

- Yeah, whassup?
- Officer Michaels.

- Man I'm tellin' you, Detective
Michaels.

I know Detective Solano's
involved, man.

If you're scared, I'm not.

He wasn't at his home and
Concetta's nowhere to be found.

I need your help.

If I'm wrong, you have a bad
week.

But if I'm right and you
don't do nothing fast,

you're whole department is
screwed.

But just tell me where he goes,
anywhere.

Hotels, bars, anywhere.

I just need to know
where he's at, anywhere.

- Listen here you didn't get
this from me, you got it?

- Come on, of course man I know.

That's it right there.

- That's it?

That place is freaky, ese.

I aint goin' in there without a
piece.

- I got a couple donuts
back there for you.

- Where are they?

Bougart, you're okay?

- Yeah, everything's all
(mumbles) homie.

Hey man, what's up with that
light man?

- Hey man I'm sorry,
we just ran outta gas.

Do you know where there's
a gas station around here?

- You know what, if you go down
there.

There's like one right down
the right side. (grunts)

- Shit.

(Bougart grunting)
(body thudding)

- Where are your balls now?

Jack ain't here to save you.

- Listen, listen, that's
Detective Solano's house.

Concetta's in there.

Help her.
- Concetta?

She played me bad just like men

bullshitting their way out of a
beating.

(both laughing maniacally)

- Tomboy, let my nephew go.

- Tio, don't worry about it.

If I have to go, I have to go.

Don't do this, padre.

- Look at you macho pigs die so
manly.

Look at you idiots.

You're both gonna bleed
all over each other's

macho-eaten, war-torn asses.

- You ain't a woman.

You're the fuckin' devil.

(gun blasting)

- Tio!
- Freeze, bitch!

(guns blasting)

Davidson!

- Tio!
- I'm sorry, boys.

It's my fault.

- Old School.

(Latin guitar music)

- I'm sorry.

- How did you know we were here?

- They had CSI (mumbles) six
months

we've been following this
psycho.

- Tio.

- I'm sorry about your uncle,
man.

I knew him a long time.
- Tio.

- I knew your father a long
time.

Listen to me.

You don't say a fuckin' word
about this, you hear me?

- Okay.
- Take the gun.

Finish her off.

- Fuckin' nasty bitch.

(gun blasting)

Listen, that house on the right

over there with the light
on, they've got Concetta.

They're gonna kill her.

She's there, go!
- Okay, you stay here.

You stay here.
- Okay.

- I got back up comin'.

Davidson, I got back up.

Stay here.

(Concetta screaming)

(water splashing)

Freeze!

(intriguing music)
(guns blasting)

- [Concetta] Help!

- You got one bullet left.

- You too, asshole.

- In a Mexican standoff,
Mexicans always win.

I'm sure Old School will
have the last laugh.

- Everybody knows you're a lousy
shot.

You couldn't hit the ass of an
elephant.

- Come on out, Wallsy.
- Alright, puppy dog.

- Come on out, Wallsy.

Solano, lemme jump in and save
her.

Let me save her!

- Nah you're not jumpin' in
there.

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

I'm gonna jump in there and
I'm gonna fuck her. (laughs)

- I can you outta this, lemme
jump in!

- Ain't happenin', asshole.

(guns blasting)

(water splashing)
(intense music)

(Concetta breathing rapidly)

(muffled speech)

(soft Latin music)
(singer vocalizing Spanish)