All language subtitles for Roots of Evil 1992 - sub eng

- Busy?
- Depends.

- On how much money I got, huh?
- What do you want?

- I want some action.
- Here?

No, back here.
It's nice, back here.

- Short time?
- Yeah, short time is perfect.

I'm so fucking horny.

Fifty.

What are you doing that for?
It's a poor, defenseless animal.

That's the only way
to treat a pussy.

Now, you just shut up
and do what you're told.

Maybe I changed my mind.

We made a deal.

Bitch!

You're hurting me! Ow!

Hey, can one of you
spare a little change?

Stop it! Stop it-t!

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Help! Somebody help!

Help! Hel...

Well, she'd gone out
to buy some groceries

and... she was carrying
our little baby on her back

in one of those, you know,
those papoose... things.

She come out of the market
with the groceries in her arms

and was walking down the street

and these two guys
had just robbed a liquor store

and were running away.

She just happened
to be in their path

and... one of them
rammed right into her

and sent her and..

...our baby flying through...
a plate glass window.

By the time they got 'em
to the hospital, they..

...just lost too much blood.

Jesus Christ.

Seems like yesterday.
It was ten years ago.

Ten years ago... today.

What the hell is it about
a bartender that makes people

tell 'em stuff they wouldn't
tell anybody else, huh?

Have one on me, Jake.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Call a paramedic.

Be careful, Jake.

That bitch!

Stinking whore!

You fucker!

Osborne, homicide. I got
a cold one in the alley there.

No can do.
This one may not make it.

Okay, I'll call the coroner.

Ha, what the hell
happened to this guy, anyway?

- A cat get his tongue?
- Oh, that's funny. Very funny.

- Are you sure this is alright?
- I do this all the time.

Now, let's see
that big gun of yours.

- Okay, we're gonna do it here?
- You want the Hilton?

It will feel great.
Now, gimme the money.

- What first?
- Always first. Come on..

- You sure this is safe?
- I do this all the time.

It's safe as hell.

Damn it! I knew it.
I knew it. Is that your pimp?

Relax.

Come on, kid. Get in the car.

Get in the car.

- Hey.
- You don't need to do that.

Jake, don't hit...

Jake, what did you that for?

Grab your stuff
and get in the car.

Move it! Now!

Hey, what about my money?

Don't you get it, bonehead?
I'm a cop!

Now, take a hike
before I bust your ass.

What the hell
is this all about, Jake?

- Murder.
- Murder?

A girl was killed
a little while ago

in the alley
behind the topless joint.

What kinda girl?

A working girl.

Like you.

Oh. You mean a nice, refined,
well-educated girl like me?

- Yeah.
- She was a hooker?

Like you.

You're putting me off.

You're trying to
scare me off the streets.

I'm telling you, a girl got her
throat cut from ear to ear

'and she was a working girl.'

'That's what I'm telling you.'

You got any trouble
on the streets lately?

- Seen anybody weird?
- Are you kidding?

I always see somebody weird.

I mean, really weird.

No.

Anybody tried
to get rough with you

or hurt you in anyway?

- No.
- Let me take you home.

No, you can't do that.
Just drop me off.

- Where?
- The next corner.

What the hell
does that guy think he's doing?

Forget it. They fight
like that every night.

'Same phone booth.'

- Thanks for the ride, Jake.
- 'Okay.'

If you see anything or hear
anything, you let me know.

I'm usually at this bar.

Looks like somebody
pissed on this card.

Somebody probably did.
I found it on the floor.

Jake, how come you're
so nice to us girls?

Well, Tina..

Kafka said, "We are sinful not
merely because we have tasted

"of the Tree of Life,
but also because we have

not yet eaten
of the Tree of Knowledge."

Or was it the other way around?

Who's Kafka?

My dentist.

- Night, Jake.
- Night, Tina.

- Hello?
- 'Mother.'

You idiot! I've told you
never to call me here.

This is me. This is your son.

So, what the hell else is new?

- I gotta talk to you.
- Not now.

'Please, mother.'

Can't you get it
through your head?

You are never
to call me at this number.

I did something ba-a-ad.

I don't give a shit
if you did something good.

- Please, mother.
- Look, stupid.

You were a bad kid
and you're a bad man.

I was not a... a bad kid.

Oh, shut up!

I ought to know. I raised you.

You never paid
any attention to me.

Well, who the hell
would want to?

You're just a jerk!

Now, you just leave me alone!

And don't you ever
call me here again!

Please, mother..

And don't you call me mother!

Yes?

Why, of course you can
come over Mr. Waltham.

Our... pleasure.

Bye.

You never paid
any attention to me.

You never paid
and attention to me.

Never!

Hello, ma.

Never! You never paid
any attention to me.

You fuckin' whore!

You fuckin' cunt!

I was not a bad... kid!

I was not a bad... kid!

I was not a bad kid!

I was not a bad kid.

I was... I was not a bad kid.

I was not a bad kid.

I was not a bad kid.

I don't wanna be a bad man.

Looking for a date, honey?

Yeah, I'm looking
for some action.

- You got money?
- Yeah, I got money. Sure.

Right here.

Next to my heart.

- Got me?
- Hey, man, watch your tongue.

No, it's your tongue
that I wanna watch.

I don't think I need
your kind of money.

Get in the car, you cheap slut.

Hey, man, screw you!

Fuckin' whores.

Oh, my God!

Carla, listen to me.
The wino didn't make it.

You're all we've got.

So I need you to look
real hard here now, okay?

'Like I said, it was dark
and it happened so fast.'

- How's your finger?
- They sewed it back on.

It's there.

But the doctor said it's
probably useless as a finger.

It's just there.

- Well, could've been worse.
- Yeah, could've been my head.

That's right. You could've
been the girl in the alley.

I knew her.
Her name was Scarlett.

- Did she have a last name?
- Hm, Coleman.

- You knew her well?
- Nah, not really.

Well, it wasn't any of them.

'I don't even know
if I'd recognize him.'

But it ain't one of them.

Well, I'll move the guys out.

Well, that's it.

Carla... you need rest.

Why don't you stay off
the streets for a while, huh?

What are you?
Some kind of comedian?

Okay.

How long are we gonna
fool around like this?

Oh, Johnny, I thought
you'd like to dance.

Don't do that.

There's a time
and a place for everything.

That's what I was thinking.
Where's the bedroom, hm?

That's what I like
about you, Johnny.

You're so subtle.

Subtle, I am not.

That is a part
of my charm, right?

Come on.

- Help me.
- Okay.

Oh, yes, Johnny.

Oh, yes.

Take me.

Oh, yes.

Take me, Johnny. Take me.

Oh, yes.

It's the garage door. You
told me he'd be out all night.

Well, he's supposed to be.

He never comes home
before dawn on his poker nights.

Oh, God, Johnny..

- I'm so scared.
- Oh, yeah, you're scared.

I'm dead meat if he catches me.

- Go out the service entrance.
- Shh!

- Where did you park?
- Up the street, in front.

See you, baby.

What the hell?

It's Murphy. I've got him.

- Hi!
- Oh, man!

Fuck you!

Alright, bitch cop.
Now you're gonna die!

Freeze!

Thanks, Jake.

Pig jerks!

A-ah! Oh, man..

Motherfucker, I'm bleeding!
Lighten up, pig!

So is my heart, citizens.

Your mother sucks!

- You can't do this, man!
- Do what? I didn't do anything.

Why don't we just book him?

You drive,
I'll pick up my car later.

I hate pigs, man.
I hate fuckin' pigs!

This asshole's going for ADW
on a PO.

- Right, sarge.
- Fuckin' pig, watch my arm!

How can I ever thank you enough?

Well... my back's
been acting up again.

Maybe you could, uh..

'Oh, that feels gre-e-at..'

Ooh, that's what
you always say, Jake.

You are such a nut.

I love you anyway.

Oh, God..

Magic touch..

Are you enough
to do me a little?

- Now?
- Yeah!

Well... if you insist.

I do.

Brenda Murphy.

How soon can you get
to Tony Fontana's place

in Hollywood Hills?

Uh, half an hour?

Well, skip the make-up.

Chief wants you there pronto.

Oh, uh, you wouldn't
happen to know

where your partner is now,
would you?

What's happened?

Seems our friend Tony
just bought the farm.

Tell Jake I said hi.

Tony Fontana's been killed.

It's our case.

Jake? Jake?

- Okay.
- Come on, it's our case.

That is, if I can find you.
Where are you anyway?

Look, you better call in
while I hop in the shower.

- 'What time is it?'
- It's time to get up.

Hello, doll.

What you readin'?

"The Curse of the Vampire."

Sounds interesting.

- Is it any good?
- Well, it's kind of scary.

I mean, if you really
wanna know the truth.

If you wanna know the truth,
I just wanna fuck.

- Oh, okay.
- Bitch!

- Call me a bitch?
- Hey, fuck you!

- No! No!
- Come back!

- Come here! Come here.
- No! No!

Hey, you fuckin' whore!

Bloody murder, gangland style.

The slaying of Tony Fontana,
well-known to local authorities.

Reporting live
from the Hollywood Hills.

'Now back to you, Jim.'

It was bound to happen.

I-I had these feelings.

But I... I prayed
they wouldn't come true.

'All these years, it's been
like, um, living outside a cage'

watching the animals
tear each other apart.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this?

It wasn't hard
to convince myself

that Tony wasn't
one of the animals.

I loved him.

I know it's a terrible time
for you, Mrs. Fontana.

But can you think of anyone
who may have wanted Tony dead?

Poor Tony. He thought
he was safe from them.

When you heard the shots,
where were you?

I was in my room, waiting.

I think I'd like to go in now.

Uh, e-excuse me, one minute.

We do need the answer
to one question.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this? Hm?

No.

'We're all through, Jake.'

What did you find?

Not a thing. Just a lot
of local prints.

Did you identify the weapon?

You saw the body, toots,
what do you think?

- Uzi.
- Bingo!

Another killer gone
straight to hell.

That's about it. See ya later.

You gotta cool it
in front of those guys.

You know, we're not
supposed to make judgments.

Give me a break.
Don't be so naive, Jake!

'We know how many lives
have been lost'

due to that son of a bitch!

I don't care
what kind of performance

that bereaved widow gave.

That bastard
went straight to hell!

Let's get out of here.

I'll buy you a drink downtown,
come on.

I'm a liberated broad
and don't you forget it.

- How can I forget it?
- 'Sarge.'

This guy says he saw a man
leaving the house.

His name is Manuel Lopez.

He lives across the street
over the garage.

- 'He's a gardener.'
- What did you see exactly?

I see this guy walking down
from the house to his car.

Did you get a good look at him?

I think so. He walked
right under the street light.

You think you'd recognize
him from a picture?

I think so.

Well, good, we'll
get you right downtown.

You look at some mug shots
for us, okay?

How about her taking me?

Forget it, man,
she's not part of the deal.

Oh, come on, senor,
I like to look, man.

It's in my blood.

Yeah, I can dig it, man.
It's in mine, too. Come on.

- Hey, bye-bye, beautiful.
- Smooth, ain't he?

Manuel, we gotta work
on your delivery.

He's dead, Carlos.
Tony's been murdered.

Oh, you're surprised?

Well, I hope you had
nothing to do with it.

What?

Really pissed me off,
the way that guy, Manuel

was looking at you tonight.

You don't want men
to stare at me

you shouldn't take me
out in public.

Give me a sip.

Eww... that's scotch.

'Ho-ho.'

Yeah.

Kinda like you.

Oh, yeah?

How long did it take
you to realize

you couldn't live without me?

That hasn't happened yet.

Oh? How come?

'Cause I haven't figured out
what I'm gonna get out of this

in the end.

Why don't we try to find out?

Jake.

The phone. Answer it.

Not my house.
What'll people think?

Sh-h!

Murphy speaking.

Yeah, Brenda, Collins.

Sorry about that, sarge.
I just got here myself.

The boys down here told me that
the witness they just brought in

is able to identify the man
leaving the Fontana house.

They've got an identification.

Yeah, the witness picked out
a mugshot of Johnny Malone.

He thinks Johnny's the one.

Johnny Malone?

Thanks, Collins. Look, I'll get
in touch with Osbourne

and I'll be right down.

Johnny Malone?

God, it's taken a long time
to nail that scumbag.

Let's go get him. Come on.

- Thanks, baby.
- Your place.

Let's go.

Here you are.

Wow.

Come here.

Don't you know smoking
is bad for your health?

What the hell's going on?

Tony Fontana is dead
and we've got someone

who put you in the picture.

Oh, you ain't got shit.
Tony and I were buddies.

Look, Johnny, I don't
want to hurt you, okay?

- Satisfied?
- You bet your ass I am.

'Where were you last night?'

With a lady.

A lady? You? Hah!

Oh, stuff it, asshole.

- So what was her name?
- Candy Johnson.

- The actress?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I bet you'd like
a piece of that action, huh?

Thought she had a little class.

What the hell's she doing
with a jerk-off like you?

Ask her.

So were you with her allnight?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, we'll
just see about that.

Right now, you're going
downtown, Johnny boy.

Get up!

'We found the body
of another hooker.'

'The same MO?'

Yeah. Poor kid was
almost cut in half.

And we don't have a clue.
Not one.

Maybe we should put this
Tony Fontana case

on the back burner and go
after this creep full-time.

No, I don't think so. We'd just
be spinning our wheels on that.

Atleast with Fontana, we've
got some kind of a direction.

This is, uh,
Candy Johnson's agent.

His name is, uh, Ralph Conners.

See if he knows anything about
her connection with Johnny.

I'm gonna check with Candy.

Oh, I get it. You get
to interview the actress

and I'm stuck
with good old Ralph.

Works out better that way.

Hey, you better watch your step
with that little scream queen.

I think I can handle it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

May I help you, sir?

Yeah, I, uh, have an appointment
with Candy Johnson.

She's working on the set
right now.

- And where is that?
- Right through that door.

Thanks.

If things don't work out
with Candy, I get off at 5:00.

Alright, I'll keep that in mind.

I hope I see you later.

Thanks.

Cut! Cut!

What the hell are you doing?

- You're in the shot.
- I'm sorry.

Get out of the shot.

I didn't realize you were
shooting. I'm sorry.

I'm looking for Candy Johnson.

She's in make-up.
Around the set.

Thanks a lot.
I do apologize, sorry.

Excuse me.

I thought you were on the bell.
This is a closed set.

Hello, Jake.

Hi, Candy.

- What take is it?
- Take three.

Three? I never did three
takes in my whole life.

And now I've got to worry about
the budget. Lock that damn door.

Okay, let's shoot it.
Slime him up.

Bring in the smoke.

More wind. More slime.

Roll on.

'Roll on.'

Speak.

Action.

Time has been good to you.

Not half so good
as it's been to you.

You haven't changed at all.

Still gorgeous.

When you called this morning..

...just hearing your voice again

I must have
sounded nervous as hell.

I didn't notice.

Well, sit down. Tell me
what this is all about.

Maybe I just wanted
to see you again.

I wish.

Okay... tell me, how long
have you known Johnny Malone?

Why?

Don't answer a question with
a question. That's not polite.

Johnny and I are friends.

- How long?
- A long time.

- When did you see him last?
- The night before last.

We had dinner at my apartment.

- Did you go out anywhere?
- No, we stayed in all evening.

We watched a couple
of video tapes he brought over.

- What time did he leave?
- About midnight.

Is that all, Jake? I really have
to get back to my make-up.

Yeah... I guess that's it.

Jake, can I see you sometime?
When it's not so official.

Sure.

- I'll walk you to the door.
- Oh, one more thing.

I almost forgot.

Hm... did you ever meet
Tony Fontana.

Yeah, Johnny worked
for Tony I think.

We went to the fights
in Vegas a couple of times

as Tony's guests.

It's too bad about his murder.

Yeah. Did his wife come along?

No, Tony said she couldn't
stand the sight of blood.

He ever bring anybody
else with him?

- You mean another woman?
- I mean, anybody.

He was with a different
young girl each time.

Hm, you think maybe
his wife found out?

I couldn't say. Johnny
would've never told her.

Candy..

Thanks for seeing me.
I'll be in touch.

Please don't make it
too long, Jake.

- So, what did you find out?
- Nothing.

Ralph Connors won't be in his
office until six this evening.

So how's Miss Blue Eyes?

I think she's a liar.

But I did find out one thing.
Tony played around a lot.

Oh, really?

Of course, she could've
been making that up too.

But I don't know why, I don't
like anything about this case.

Johnny has to be the killer.

I don't know. Whoever it was,
had to know Tony's habits.

- Johnny's the one.
- Maybe.

I'm gonna go over to Tony's
place. Play a little game.

If I tell Marissa..

...that Johnny is trying
to throw the killing off on her

I might be able
to rattle her a little bit.

Make her... make
some kind of a move.

You don't think Marissa
killed him, do you?

I don't know.

Hello, this is Brenda Murphy.

Yes, I know that you told me
Mr. Connors wouldn't be back

until six, but
this is quite urgent.

I'm a friend of Candy Johnson's.

- Right, I've got it. Thanks.
- 'No!'

Get up!

- Sit down, sit down!
- Damn you hurt me.

Brenda, Brenda
this is a bum rap.

What's the problem, Fred?

The problem is this broad
has embarrassed me for the

last time. She doesn't have
the brains to be an idiot.

No, I was waiting
at the bus stop.

When this creep strong
arms me into the car.

I should have yelled rape.

Hey, wait a minute.
Fred's a fair guy.

- I...
- This just isn't right.

Every hooker
on my beat knows enough

to get off the street
when they see me cruising.

- Look!
- But not Einstein here.

I ain't no hooker. I happen
to be an entertainer.

I happen to do exotic dancing.

Bullshit, Wanda.

Hey, earth to Wanda,
You're a hustler.

You were born a hustler and
you're gonna die a hustler.

You let this guy talk this way
to me? You're a fuckin' creep.

'You really hurt me,
you know that?'

Also she's gone blind.

She gets off the curb while
I'm waiting for the line

she throws me a pitch.

Did you do that, Wanda? Did you
proposition Detective Gavin?

Well, yeah. But you knew
how I'm going blind.

'And then this other night
this creep attacked me'

'and broke my glasses.'

What do you mean attacked you?

Yeah, I mean, I was standing
on the street corner

reading my book, when all of
a sudden this creep drives up.

And it's like he starts
talking dirty to me.

And, well, you know,
I tell him to buzz off.

And then he started getting out
this knife and he went..

...ah-ah-ah. I had to jump right
outta my high heels to get away.

I mean, this guy
was a total creep.

I mean he was really mean.

Hey, look, sit down
at my desk, okay? And relax.

And I'll be right with you.

What're you trying
to prove, Fred?

Don't gimme a hard time, sarge.
I'm putting her in the slammer.

- My minds made up.
- Look!

Wanda is very valuable to me.
I need her on the streets.

Where the hell
are my gummy bears?

Besides, what about her
possible ID of the killer?

Well, yeah, that, uh, that
would be a hell of a bust.

You'll be a hero.

Yeah?

No, no, look, how
am I gonna get out of this

without looking like an idiot?

Look, Wanda doesn't have
too much upstairs, right?

No shit, Sherlock.

So, look, I'll go over there

and talk to her for a couple
of minutes and you stroll by

and tell her that because
of her special assistance

that you're going
to give her a second chance.

- How about it, Fred?
- Okay, okay, just for you, huh?

But I want to be
in on the collar.

It's a deal. Now gimme the key.

Hey, you owe me one.

God! I love that dress.

Okay, gimme your hands.

Raise 'em up a little... there.

Do you know, my hands
were turning white?

Hey, sarge, I didn't know
you wear glasses.

Yeah, I wear 'em when
sometimes when I'm driving

they relax my eyes.

You know these look
just like mine.

You can borrow 'em if you want.

Yeah? Oh, thanks!

What's the matter?

Sarge, who's that guy
talking to Detective Gavin?

Well, that's Detective Collins.

He's from the Rampart division.

That is the guy that attacked
me and broke my glasses.

- Are you sure it's him?
- 'Yeah, really positive.'

We've got to get you
some place safe.

- Out of this jail.
- I'm really scared.

I don't want you
to utter a word of this

to a single soul. Now, come on.

I'm so glad I was able
to reach you in the car

before you went to Fontana's.

- What did you do with Wanda?
- She's at my place.

Jesus, Collins!

I can't believe that!

Are you sure you can
trust Wanda's identification?

She's one of the best
snitches I have.

She's never made
a mistake before.

We've gotta catch him in the
act. Some kind of a sting.

Identification by a half blind
hooker, ain't gonna make it.

So what's our next move?

Well, we can't stop
our normal investigations.

That'd be a dead give away.

Do you still want me
to interview Candy's agent?

Yeah. I'll go talk to Marissa.

I'll meet you back downtown
in about two hours.

We'll get hold of Fred
and we'll make some plans.

Be careful.

You're the one
better watch your step.

You know these Hollywood agents.

They'll either
sign you or screw you.

Maybe both.

'Look, the guy's
a lousy director.'

'He keeps working
with this bogus crew.'

'He's late for every location.'

None of my clients want
to work with him, alright?

Sally, send the girl in,
would you?

'Hello.'

I'm Brenda Murphy.

Do me a favor, would you?
Would turn around for a second?

Why?

I just wanna kind of look
at you from every angle.

Okay.

Why, you are something else.

So I guess you wanna
get into show business

just like your
friend Candy, huh?

No, not really. You see..

You don't have to be
bashful with me.

Well, I'm not being bashful.

You might say that
I'm-I'm just trying to

as a matter of fact, I...

As a matter of fact,
you wanna be a star.

Do you think I have
anything to offer?

Well, I think you're fantastic.

You know, there is a part

there's a part that's just
absolutely perfect for you.

'It's right down your alley.
It's you, it's you-it's..'

Uh, but, there is
a... there's one scene in there

where the girl has to..

She does one little nude scene.

I've gotta, I've gotta know
what I'm representing here.

Do me a favor. Would you take
off your blouse for a second?

'And I'll take my jacket off.'

'The air conditioning
is on the fritz.'

Well..

You know, you're just exactly
what they're looking for.

Why don't you take your
blouse all the way off?

'I wanna see more of you.'

- Candy Johnson.
- Candy?

Oh, let's see, but..

Six years ago, she ran,
uh, she ran off to Mexico.

With a guy that
was dealing drugs.

'She told me they got
married down there'

but, five months later
she had a kid.

- Who is the father?
- Gee, I don't know.

But you know,
just before she left

she was going really
hot and heavy.

For a long time with a cop.
I'll bet you it was his kid.

Yeah? And what about the child?

I don't know. She never
told me what happened.

'What about the cop?'

'Oh, she never told
me that either.'

Fun's over Ralphy.
Sergeant Murphy. LAPD.

I can't believe
you're a lady cop.

You mean, you've got
a uniform and everything?

Handcuffs? That would
be really hot.

Now, look, your girl Candy,
she's involved in a killing.

- Candy?
- 'Yeah.'

Involved in a murder? Nah.

I don't believe it.

You're a
smooth operator, Ralphy.

I bet you're lucky
with all the girls.

Yeah, well, I try. Goodbye.

I thought we said
our goodbyes, Jake.

- So did I.
- So?

Well, uh... complications.

Don't riddle me, Jake.

- I hate riddles.
- Okay.

Was Johnny Malone,
a friend of Tony's?

Oh, that creep.

No.

We go back a long way.

We've known each other
a long time too, Jake.

Yeah.

You just can't forget
what I was, can you?

I was a call girl.
A high class hooker, right?

And guess who my pimp was?

Young Johnny Malone.

Young kid just breaking
into the rackets.

He was barely 21 and he'd..

...already learned
how to be a bastard.

- You want a drink?
- Yeah, uh... no, thanks.

Well, I may have one.

You used to be pretty good once.

- Do you remember?
- Yeah, I remember.

I remember when you picked
me up for hustling

and I did you right at
my apartment to beat the rap.

That was another time, Marissa.

Another place.

Well, you can't blame
a girl for trying, can you?

What do you wanna know?

Could Johnny Malone kill Tony?

He was seen in the neighborhood
the night of the murder.

I don't think he has the balls.

- Does he have an alibi?
- Yeah.

Well, that lets him
out then, doesn't it?

Only if we buy the alibi.

If we don't, he's
gonna yell "framed"!

- Framed by who?
- You, for one.

Break his alibi, Jake.
Then maybe we can talk.

Come on, baby.
Let me have the money first.

Oh, sure.

Now, wait.

Let's do it here, huh?

- You're one of those, huh?
- I like to do it standing up.

Fine. As long as
we do it fast and quick.

Do me a favor.
Take off your top.

That's great.

Now, if you know what
else I'd like very much

I'd like to take off
your stockings.

You're a kinky one, aren't you?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, just do it real quick.

- We don't have all day.
- I know.

- Like that?
- Yeah.

- Great.
- It's one of my favorites.

Hello?

Mother, don't hang up,
please, please. It's me.

I have to talk to you.

What are you taking?
Memory loss pills?

I told you never
to call me on this telephone.

In fact, don't call me
on any phone.

I'm in big trouble.

I have no money for you.

I don't want any money.
I need to see you.

If I don't wanna talk to you

now why the hell would I wanna
see your stupid face, huh?

'Cause you're my mother.

I was your mother. Not anymore.

How can that be?

Because I said so. It's over.

Mother, please.

I should've had you committed
along with your father.

I need help.

Now, you just listen to me..

...and you listen carefully.

You call me one more time

and I'll have you disposed of
like a stinking sack of garbage.

You get that?

Yes... mother.

I hope you get it.

Whores!

Glad to see you in one piece.
So how's the barracuda?

Scared, I think.
So what did you find out?

Ralph Connors says Candy's
the mother of a little girl.

Who's the father?

Some guy she ran down to Mexico
with, who's into drugs.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know.

Let's take a ride to the studio

and lean on Miss Johnson
a little hard

and see what we can find out.

When do we talk
to Fred about Collins?

We'll do that now.
Meet me in the car.

- I'll be right there.
- Okay.

Fred. What's the rap?

Well, Monica here wasn't
satisfied with the money

for the trick, so she decided

to relieve the John
of his wallet.

I-I'm sure it was
a misunderstanding.

Jake, he gave it to me.
Credit cards and all.

Um, Edwards, uh

I want you to take real good
care of this little lady, huh.

- I was working, Jake.
- I'll be right over, darling.

Oh, my God, did you see those?

Brenda told you
about Collins, right?

Oh, yeah. I mean, what
a fucking shocker that was.

I think I can
get this babe to be the bait.

We've got enough on her
to make it worth her while.

Don't let anybody spring her.

We'll be back
in a couple of hours.

Hey, I'll watch her like a hawk.

Take your time, huh.

Anything Ralph told you
I could tell you better.

Is that right?

I don't like the idea of you
snooping around behind my back.

Now, I don't like
the idea of you lying to me.

Johnny Malone was not with you.

We have a material witness
that puts him on the scene.

That makes you an accessory.

Why are you doing
this to me, Jake?

You got any idea
what it's like in the slam?

You know what a time those
bitches are gonna have with you?

You know what they'd do
to you inside?

Has Johnny got something on you?

- No.
- Is it the child?

Did Ralph tell you about her?

Yes.

Are you afraid Johnny's
going to harm your little girl?

Yeah. My baby.

I'm so afraid.
He told me he'd kill my baby.

Johnny proved to me
that he's got her.

That's why I lied to you.

- Where?
- I don't know.

- How old is it?
- She's five years old.

She's got blonde hair,
dark eyes.

It's Johnny's, you know.
It's his baby.

It's his? And you think
he's gonna kill his own kid?

Think Candy, for Christ's sake,
where could he have taken her?

She might have her.

- Who's she?
- Johnny's mother.

The child's grandmother.
She'd do anything for Johnny.

Where does she live?

Fred?

Okay, Monica.

This ain't funny.

The DA's got enough
to put you away.

- You think so, huh?
- I know it.

We wanna make a trade, Monica.

You help us out
and you go scot free.

What do I have to do?

Monica, you've heard of the
street killings, haven't you?

Sure.

We want you to help us
track the guy.

How? He only
kills streetwalkers.

I don't operate on the street.

We want you to. Just one time.

No way, Jose. I'm not doing it.

Now, Monica..

...I've been talking
to 'em for you

and I really think it's the
only way you can get outta here.

I'm liable to get my throat cut.

That won't happen.
We're gonna be there.

We want you
to wear this sweater.

It's made with steel threads.

That's hard to believe.

Monica, we're not
gonna get you hurt.

We've tested this thing. You
can't cut it with a chain saw.

I want the deal on paper.

You got it.

Shit.

Somebody wasted
Manuel Lopez last night.

Oh, no!

Do you think
it was Johnny Malone?

That or framed to look like him.

But even he's not dumb enough
to pull a stunt like that.

- How did he die?
- Drive-by shooter.

What now?

Two things.

Monica goes on the street
tomorrow night.

I've already told Fred Gavin.
Collins gets off at noon.

What else?

I'll check out the information
I got on the kid.

We need a warrant.

What's wrong?

This whole thing is wrong.
I know I've missed something.

I just can't put
my finger on it.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

- Just don't know.
- You make me laugh sometimes.

You and your
premonitions of doom.

Go around the back.

Anybody home?

Jake!

Oh, my God! Oh! Oh, my God.

Oh. No, just stay still.
Lie there.

I'll phone for help.

He had a premonition.

I just should
have listened to him.

Cut it out, Brenda.
He was set up.

Look, stop torturing yourself.
It's not your fault.

Hey, how is he anyway?

Well, he's
out of intensive care.

You know, I never
could figure you two out.

What is it, huh?
I think she's in love..

Oh, I don't know, Fred.

Maybe when Jake
gets out of the hospital

I'll sit down and figure it out.

Well, don't worry, Brenda.
Jake is tough.

- He's gonna be alright.
- Candy Johnson is outta town.

And Johnny Malone has
completely disappeared.

Well, the chief says
that you're calling the shots

on both cases now.

- So what's our next move?
- Just as planned.

We put Monica back
on the street tonight.

Oh, alright. Let's do it.

Collins is just leaving a bar.

He's headed down Sixth Street.

We got it. Pull over, Fred.

- I'm scared, you guys.
- Piece of cake, Monica.

We're right behind you.

Hey, baby. You're beautiful.
You take American Express?

Not now, honey. Try me later.

I'm waiting on my pimp.

Pimp-shmimp. Why don't
you and I take a little ride?

I wouldn't wait around
here if I were you.

My man is big and bad
and mean as a junkyard dog.

Hello, gorgeous.

I saw that guy you turned down.

He must've... been
some sort of creep, huh?

Huh, creepiest.

Are you ready for some action?
I got big bucks.

What do you think I'm doing?
Selling Girl Scout cookies?

What do you think
I'm doing here?

Hold it, Collins.
Move and you're a dead man.

Brende, Gavin!

- 'Help.'
- Let her go, Collins.

Drop it!

Stay back! Stay back,
or I'll slit her throat.

- I mean it.
- Let her go!

- Careful now.
- You stay fucking back.

Stop it, bitch!

Fuck you.

- Get out of the car.
- 'There's no way out now.'

Oh, God, Help me.
Help, get somebody!

Help. Son of a bitch. Help me!

Help.

Help me!

He must have been
wearing polyester.

He went up like a Roman candle.

So he had a little taste of hell
even before he got there, huh?

Speaking of hell..

..you look
a little toasty yourself.

You got good hands, Brenda.

I like the way you touch me.

I can feel the care in them.

Find out

if anybody has
ever seen Candy's kid.

I don't believe
that child exists.

I think it's all bullshit.

But somehow there's Candy,
Johnny, Marissa..

...somehow there's,
there's some, there's some..

You get some rest.

I'm going back to work.

I'll check in with you later.

Hey.

Um, thanks for the flowers.

Keep your butt covered.

I need you to remain
in one piece.

- Come in, sergeant.
- Hello, Marissa.

Hi.

God, I'm so sorry to hear
about Jake's accident.

Oh, he's going to be alright.

Whoever made that Mickey Mouse
bomb is sure an idiot.

Well, I know you
must feel terrible.

Well, I didn't come here for
solace. I need some information.

Jake told me that you used to be
acquainted with Johnny Malone?

That's right.

And Candy Johnson.
Do you know her? The actress?

No.

Well, Candy and Johnny
have both disappeared

and I'm sure they're together.
Have you any ideas?

Oh, God, no.

It's been years since I've even
talked to that scum Johnny.

Can I fix you a drink?

Mmm, maybe some coffee.

Wanda!

- 'Hi!'
- Hi.

- What have you got for me?
- I got your glasses.

Thanks. And what else?

Where did you come from?
I just got this info.

I've got a sixth sense.
What is it?

Lookit, Johnny is shacked up
with this dancer

who happens to be
at the same club that Jake's at.

You know where
this dancer lives?

No. Did you know that Johnny
is a hot item these days?

- He's not only hot with cops.
- Yeah.

You've any idea where
I might be able to find him?

Well, lookit, he's usually
at this club around 10.

Right. Thanks, Wanda.

- I owe you one.
- I know you do.

- Take care.
- 'Alright. Bye.'

I'm looking for Johnny Malone.

Corner table at the bar.

Thanks.

Hello, Johnny.

May I sit down? I've been
looking all over for you

- Where have you been holed up?
- None of your business.

That's no way to treat
an old friend.

Hey, too bad about Jake, huh?

Sympathetic fellow, aren't you?

- Yeah.
- Come on. Don't you like me?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, uh... don't you find me
physically attractive?

You're okay.

Well, uh, would you like
to make love to me?

'I don't go around
fucking cops.'

'Come on, Johnny.'

Okay.

Let's go someplace.

So you must have been
with lots of girls?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've had my share.

Candy Johnson?

- Yeah, you know that.
- Yeah, you and many others.

Yeah? Well, it's
a loose town, huh?

What is it about you
that all the girls like?

You're serious, huh?

Dead serious.

Hey, what about Jake?

Jake's not here.

You smell so good.

Yeah? You like it?

It's you.

You know..

...Marissa says
you're a great lover.

What are you talkin' about?

Hey!

What do you think we girls
talk about? Make-up and hair?

We talk about guys.

Yeah? Well, what did she say?

She says you're the best.

Except... you got scared

and ran away.

Yeah?
Look, I'm not sayin' nothin'.

Hey, Johnny.

You don't have to say nothin'
that I don't already know.

I know you made out
with both of them.

So what?

So now I don't know
which one of those bitches

framed you for murder.

What? W-w-what? Framed me?

You're a bigger fool than
I thought you were, Johnny.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait. Whoa!
- Back off.

Hey..

...you'll never know
what you missed.

I'll just have
to make a wild guess.

You... are a liar.

And a cop.

Thanks for the call, huh.

It does look good on the record.

You're a good cop, Fred.
You deserve it.

Yeah, I know.

So what are you gonna do

now that you've got
some time off?

When Jake get's
out of the hospital

we're moving in together.

No!

You're kidding.

Hey, that's terrific.

So I'm gonna use my spare time
to find us a bigger place.

You're breakin' my heart,
you know that?

Take care, Fred.

- Brenda!
- Come on. Come on.

- Hey, guys! Hold on to her.
- You're sick!

This guy is manhandling me
and for no reason.

What did she do this time?

I'm arresting her for
lewd and indecent exposure.

What?

I caught her dancing half nude

in front of
Vinnie's Bar And Grill.

You're like totally
off your rocker.

Wanda, I'm shocked.

Not nearly as shocked as Vinnie.

He ain't seen a broad
naked in 20 years.

Come on. Let's go.

Brenda, it ain't fair.
You gotta get me outta this.

God, you owe me one.

I will Wanda. I need some time.

Well, like when? When?

Let her go.

I owe her.

I owe her.

'"And possibly
I like the thrill'

"of under me, you, so quiet.

You."

Jake.

Yeah.

Do you think we have
a chance together?

You mean like,
uh... permanently?

Yeah. Something like that.

Well, I think..

...that's
a distinct possibility.

There's nothing that gives one
a sense of instant power

like having this in your hands.

But how could you..

I mean isn't that hard to shoot?

Not for me.

I've always loved guns..

...ever since I was a kid.

I guess it's the boy in me.

Now there's no one.

There's no one to keep us apart.

Oh, yeah.

Good evening, ladies.

You probably gonna want
to put some clothes on.

The heater in my car
doesn't work.

Don't do anything stupid.

You've already been dumb enough.

'The thing that gets me is why?'

You killed two people.

You tried to kill two more

and for what? For what?

So you can make love
to each other?

Is that it?

I swear..

...I don't understand anything
about anything in this world.

Come on. Get up.

Hey, baby.

You wanna date?

Just tell me how you like it?

I'll like it any way
you wanna give it to me.