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(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(gentle music)

(car engine revving)

(gentle music continues)

(car engine revving)

(people chattering)

(gentle music continues)

(door clicks)

(lips smacking)

(woman giggling)

(lips smacking)

- You know what?

(woman moans)

I want you to wait a minute.

I forgot something at the bar, okay?

- What?

(lips smack)

What is it?

- It's a surprise.

- Hurry back.

(door clicks)

(knuckles rapping)

(door clicks)

- [John] Rafael Zolan?

- Yeah?

(John grunts)

(kick thuds) (Rafael groans)

(woman humming)

- [Man] Son of a bitch.

(table thuds)

(John grunts)

(kick thuds) (man groans)

(body thuds)

(woman humming)

- [Man] Get him!

(man groans) (head thuds)

(body thuds)

(man grunts)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(woman humming)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(man groans)

(ominous music) (woman hums)

(man groans)

(suspenseful music)

(woman humming)

(John grunts) (fist thuds)

(fist thuds) (man groans)

(gun thuds)

(John pants)

(woman hums)

(door clicks)

(door clicks)

(John chuckles)

(soft music)

♪ First time, I saw your face ♪

- Wanna play a game?

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

- Lover, for another 100 bucks,

We can do anything you want.

(John giggles)

- Sounds good.

(vehicle engines revving)

(suspenseful music)

- You ready?

- I don't know.

(horn honking)

(lips clicking)

- Hey baby, hey, hey.

(siren wailing)

(crowd chattering)

- Hey, hey, hey, hello mama.

Come here.

How's my sweetest thing?

- I'm scared, Paul.

(car engine revving)

- Now look, how be sweet.

All right, sweet thing?

Come on, do it.

- Hey, baby, let's go make a party.

- You got money?

- Sure do.

Come on, I ain't got all night.

- No.

(Paul stammers)

No!

- Hey, hey, where do you think you're going?

Mama, (chuckles) you cost me money, all right?

Look, you said you'd do this for me.

Now you gotta do it.

- I can't, Paul.

(fist thuds) (Luanne groans)

(suspenseful music)

(belt cracking) (Luanne groaning)

- That's enough.

- Hey, hey, no problem my brother.

- Luanne, your mother sent me.

She wants you to come home.

- I'm gonna send you both back home to Mom.

(both grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(kick thuds) Oh, God.

(Paul groans)

- The broken nose is for the girl.

The vasectomy's free.

(Paul groans)

Come on.

- Fuckin' bastard.

- Here's what we agreed on, Mister Dillon,

plus some extra.

- Keep it,

I don't charge to take out the garbage.

(motor engine revving) (crowd chattering)

♪ Your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go again ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your touch ♪

♪ And your Kiss ♪

♪ Will last us to the end of time ♪

(gentle music)

♪ I saw your face ♪

♪ I knew I had to make you mine ♪

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I'd find ♪

- Mommy just loves to see you.

Such a dear.

♪ And your kiss on my mouth ♪

♪ Warm till the end of time ♪

♪ Well you don't ever try to stray ♪

- I'm from the Times.

- [Man] What's in the box?

- I'm a fan, too.

♪ And I don't care what people say. ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Your love is my love I'll never let go ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your touch ♪

♪ And your kiss on my mouth ♪

♪ Till the end of ♪

♪ Your love is my love I'll never let go ♪

(door clicks)

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your touch ♪

♪ And your kiss on my mouth ♪

♪ I don't care what people say ♪

♪ Your love is my love I'll never let go ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your touch ♪

♪ And your kiss on my mouth ♪

♪ Till the end of time ♪

(crowd cheering and clapping)

- Thank you.

(crowd cheering and clapping)

Thank you.

(crowd cheering and clapping)

(crowd chattering)

- Shanna, why did you record a '50s tune?

Do you think "My Love" could make it to number one?

- If my dress is short enough in the video, it might.

- Are you still planning to tour Europe later this fall?

- Well yes sugar, 'cause the boys there are so hot for me.

- And what about an American tour?

- I think I could spank up some interest in that.

(Shanna giggles)

- Are you going to renew your contract

With Eddie Deangelo at the end of the month?

- We make no public statements about contracts.

- How long have you known that Eddie Deangelo's record label

Has mob connections?

(reporters chattering)

- No comment.

- God, I'm burnt.

(Shanna sighs)

How do you think it went?

- You were fantastic, they loved you.

- No, really?

- Really.

(Shanna sighs)

- You know after all this time,

It still makes me really hot

To feel proud like that, you know?

It's like payback for all the bullshit.

- You mean Deangelo?

- Him, my father, everything.

- I have a feeling everything's gonna turn out just fine.

- Yeah, I noticed you've been stupidly optimistic

Since Eric proposed.

- I can't help it, that's what happens with true love.

- I wouldn't know.

- What's that?

- Some punk's idea of good taste in greeting cards.

(women screaming)

(crowd chattering) (suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

(girl grunting)

(pad thudding)

(Jerome grunts)

- Nice kick, Jerome.

Okay, class break.

Sit down from sparring.

All right, Juan,

let's work on your throws.

Hands up.

On your stance.

(Jack grunting)

- Jack Dillon?

- I'm Dillon.

- This is Shanna.

I'm Barbara Glen.

A friend of your. - Excuse me.

That's all for today, class.

See you Saturday.

- You finished?

- Shanna.

- Look lady, I don't know what your problem is,

And I don't care.

- See I told you this was a bad idea.

Why don't we just split?

- Wait a minute.

Listen Mister Dillon, if you give me one minute,

I'll explain to you why we're here,

And then if you still want us to leave, we'll go.

- Go ahead.

- A Lieutenant Sturges recommended you to us.

- Yeah, we used to be partners.

- So he said.

You know, the Wall Berlin?

- Yeah, it's a yuppie club on the west side.

- It's the place for hot new rock acts to appear.

Shanna started there last night.

- Congratulations.

- After the show, there was a box in the dressing room.

- There was a woman's finger in the box,

with the ring still on it.

- What did Sturges think?

(Shanna scoffs)

- That it's just some wacko showing his love or something.

- If the police are on this case, what do you need me for?

- Protection.

- Look, I'm not a bodyguard, stick with the police.

- Shanna doesn't like cops.

- I used to be a cop.

- Yeah, but you quit, why?

- I had my reasons.

What do you have against cops?

- My father was a cop.

- So was mine.

- Your father rape you?

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Hello?

- Hello Jack, it's Sturges.

- [Jack] Hi Will, what's up?

- Listen, I need a favor.

- [Jack] Shoot.

- I've got a multiple homicide at the Rand Inn,

Six stiffs in one room.

They were all beaten to death.

I'd like you to come over and take a look.

- I can meet you there in 15 minutes.

- Great, by the way, did that rock star show up?

- She's here now.

- [Will] Good, have her go over to the station,

I'll meet her there.

- All right.

That was Sturges, he wants you to meet him at headquarters.

- So, will you take my case?

- Go to the station, I'll call you later.

- Come on, Shanna.

(suspenseful music)

- [Will] Hey, Jack, Jack.

Thanks for coming down.

- Sure.

(car door thuds)

- Good to see you again.

Listen, the bodies were discovered this morning.

I just got here myself.

It's up on the fourth floor,

I'd like you to take a look.

Hey, Sean?

- Lieutenant.

Hey, Jack.

Bad news, some reporter was here when this broke.

One of the guys says it's all over the radio.

- Great, now every wacko

In the state's gonna come claim credit for this.

- Jack, good to see you.

You back?

- [Jack] Just observing, Carl, what's you got?

- Five guys, all packing iron,

All of them killed by blows to various vital spots

On their body.

Not one of them got their gun out except for this guy.

He got a broken arm for his trouble

To go with his broken neck.

- You mind?

- Be my guest.

- What do you think?

- Martial arts expert.

Professional killer.

(Will inhales)

- What time did they die?

- We won't know for sure until the autopsy,

But judging from the lividity of the limbs, 1 a.m.?

- What about the woman?

- [Carl] Three, 3:30.

- What woman?

- You haven't been next door?

- Uh-uh.

(suspenseful music)

- We think it's the same guy,

Even thought the MO's different.

You had breakfast yet?

- No.

- Good.

(ominous music)

(camera shutter clicks)

- Jesus.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, it's just been a while.

- Welcome back.

(ominous music continues)

- [Will] The guy who visited the rock club last night

left the same calling card.

- [Man] Hey ma'am, you can't go in there.

This is police business.

- Shanna, we're going to the chapel.

- Oh, my God. (crying)

- Look at me.

You're going to be okay.

Come on.

(car engine revving)

Better?

How'd you know we were at the hotel?

- The radio.

They were screaming about this murdered woman,

And a queen of spades left on the body.

I just wanted to see for myself.

- You did.

- I'm really scared.

Will you protect me, please?

- Yes.

(Shanna sighs)

- Thanks.

My real name's Carrie.

Carrie Farland.

- Glad to meet you, Carrie Farland.

(birds chirping)

(car engine revving)

(birds chirping)

(car doors thudding)

(footsteps tapping)

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

- So, what do you think?

- You own this place?

Nice.

- Thanks.

- Hi, Carrie.

- Hey, I brought a friend.

- Well, hello.

- Hi.

- Listen, I gotta go take a shower.

We need to be up in Hollywood at eight

For that rehearsal, okay?

- Shanna convince you?

- She helped.

- She usually does.

Well make yourself at home.

Dinner'll be ready in a few.

- You live here?

- We grew up together, best friends.

- And now you work for her?

- I watch out for her.

- That makes two of us.

(doorbell ringing)

I'll get it.

(door creaks)

Will, what's up?

- Hey.

(door thuds)

I thought you'd like to know,

We ID-ed those five stiffs at the hotel.

One of them was Rafael Zolan, local guy.

He and his brother Emil, made the big time as arms dealers.

- Let's pay the brother a visit in the morning.

- You got it.

And the lab tested that finger,

It belonged to the female victim at the hotel.

She was a hooker.

- Same guy did both murders.

- Yeah.

Still drawing a blank on these cards, though.

- Will, do me a favor, hold the fort here.

There's someplace I gotta go.

I'll meet you at the video studio.

- (stammers) Wait a minute,

What do I look like, a fuckin' babysitter?

(door thuds)

You're welcome.

(suspenseful music)

(car engines revving)

(car door thuds)

(suspenseful music continues)

(crowd chattering)

- Let's toss.

To the baddest mercenary on earth,

Who last night avenged our friends who bought it in Africa.

The same man who save all our asses in Angola.

John Sweet.

(men cheering)

- [Man] Here you go, John.

(man speaks in foreign language)

(gentle music)

- Have you seen anybody in here lately with one of these?

- We don't give out information about our friends here,

Especially to foreign-looking creeps like you.

- How about you?

(men laughing)

Is that a no?

(men laughing)

(both grunting)

(man groaning)

(suspenseful music)

Anybody else?

(man grunting)

- Get him.

(both grunting)

(cue thuds) (man groans)

(man groans) (fist thuds)

(man groans)

(man groans) (fist thuds)

(bottles shattering) (men groan)

(fist thuds) (man groans)

(kick thuds) (both grunt)

- [Man] Come on, man, get him.

(man grunting)

(table thuds)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(Jack grunting)

(bottles clattering)

(Jack grunting) (bottles clattering)

(men grunt)

(Jack pants)

(man groaning)

- Now I'm tired, and pissed off.

Tell me who that guy was,

Or I'm gonna finish my dental work.

- All right, all right, all right.

I'll tell you, his name is John, John Sweet.

- Where does he live?

- I don't know.

Jesus Christ come on,

let me go, I don't know.

He comes in here twice a week

With the rest of those war jocks.

- What about the card?

(man panting)

- It's a deadhead card.

In Vietnam, we used to put in on the bodies

Of the dead Cong.

Used to scare the hell out of them.

(man panting)

- If you're lying to me, I'm coming back.

(car engine revving)

(car door thuds)

(Jack exhales)

(door clicks)

- [Man] All right, people let's clear the set

for this rehearsal.

- Song's called "Love Rocket."

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, but where the hell have you been?

- I found out who our boy is, John Sweet.

About 6'5", blonde hair, 250 pounds.

- All right, I'll call it in.

- Hey, Will?

Thanks.

I owe you one.

- Yeah, well call my wife, tell why I didn't make dinner.

- It wouldn't help.

(Will scoffs)

- You're right.

- Hey, baby.

- Jack Dillon, this is Bobby Machado.

He manages me, in more ways than one.

- So, you're a cop, huh?

- Ex-cop, yeah.

- You can do this job?

Protect my baby?

- Shanna thinks so.

She hired me.

- Now,

I'm asking you.

- I can do the job.

- You better.

Hey, what the hell's the stall, huh?

I ain't paying you turds to screw around all night.

- Sorry Mister Machado,

you said to wait for Mister Deangelo.

- Screw Mister Deangelo,

If he can't get his ass in gear, then.

(Bobby giggles)

Hey, hey.

(footsteps tapping)

- Bobby.

Ah, princess.

Hello princess.

You're all right?

- Oh, yeah, Eddie, fine, sure, thanks.

- They're gonna catch this scum,

this finger business is terrible.

Now look, if you need anything, anything at all,

You just let Eddie know.

- Yeah, okay, Eddie, sure.

Jack Dillon, Eddie Deangelo.

My back.

- Mister Deangelo and I have met.

Five years ago, wasn't it, Eddie?

- Yeah, yeah, a long time ago.

- A big money-laundering bust.

- Yeah, right.

A misunderstanding as I recall.

Charges were brought,

Charges were dropped.

(Eddie giggles)

Water under the bridge, huh?

(Eddie speaks in foreign language)

You're pushing me, Dillon.

- So push back.

- Eddie.

Hey come on, the guy's just jerking your chain.

Let's get this rehearsal done, okay?

Come on.

- Right, of course.

You're right, Bobby, you're right.

We'll watch from the booth, princess.

Good.

(Jack sighs)

- So you still want me on this case?

- Especially now.

- Welcome to the zoo.

(upbeat music)

♪ The boy was a million who caught my eye ♪

♪ I knew from his look he could teach me how to fly ♪

♪ I had to see him on a midnight run ♪

♪ He kissed me hard and then he gave me one ♪

♪ I'm on a love rocket flying me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, take me so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, I never want it to end ♪

♪ I'm on a love rocket ♪

♪ Flying me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, took me so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, don't ever wanna come down ♪

- You don't understand.

I took this bitch out of the gutter.

I made her, I put her in my clubs.

I paid for all those articles in all those rock magazines.

And now just when she's starting to get hot,

She wants to dump me, huh?

And go with somebody else?

That's not right, and it ain't gonna happen.

- I know it's not fair to you, Eddie,

And if you just give me another day

I'll make sure she does what's right.

- Two days, Bobby.

Her contract is up in two days.

If she doesn't sign by tomorrow,

I am taking matters elsewhere.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Good, good.

♪ I'm on a love rocket flying me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, take me so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, don't ever wanna come down ♪

♪ Being with him I get completely undone ♪

♪ I'll tie you up and throw you down ♪

♪ Until you say you've had enough ♪

♪ Let me tell you people ♪

- Amazing, isn't she?

(Jack chuckles)

- Yeah, she is.

- You in love with her yet?

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Happens to every guy who gets near her.

- I'm not every guy.

- Shanna's had a tough life.

Her father used her, Deangelo used her,

Even Bobby used her.

- I just keep wondering if there's somebody real inside.

- There is, you just have to watch out until you find her.

- Thanks for the warning.

- [Shanna] No way, Bobby, I don't owe you or Eddie.

- The fact is, Eddie made us.

Now he wants to collect back.

Is that so wrong?

- No, what's wrong is,

He's the same kind of scum I've been trying to get away

from since the day I was born.

- Yeah, well that scum bought us

This big expensive house you like so much.

He even bought these designer rags you're wearing.

- Bullshit, Bobby.

I bought this stuff, with my body, and with my voice.

He doesn't own me, and neither do you.

(hand slaps) (Shanna groans)

This isn't your affair.

- I'm making it mine.

- This is a family matter, and you're not family.

- [Jack] I'll be in my truck.

(door thuds)

- You better get your head straightened out,

'Cause I'm not gonna put up with this bullshit.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, the front door will be locked when you get back.

(car engine sputters)

(car engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(Shanna sighs)

There's something you should know about Bobby and 1.

We've been lovers off and on for about eight years.

- That give him the right to hit you?

- He took me away from my father.

Maybe saved my life.

- So why'd you come out here?

- I'm inviting you back in.

- I'll pass.

- You are a real gump.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(fist thuds)

- I just need a little bit more time.

The big problem is, this guy Dillon she hired.

The son of a bitch.

Eddie, she would have already signed

Except for that fuckin' detective sticking his nose in.

- Bobby, relax.

This pacing back and forth,

you're giving me indigestion, all right sit down.

(Bobby sighs)

Now look,

you need another 24 hours, you got it.

But remember, I stand to lose $2 million

That I invested in her.

My people aren't gonna like that.

All right?

- I can convince her, Eddie.

- I hope so Bobby, I hope so, for both our sakes.

(Bobby sighs)

That bitch isn't gonna sign.

Call Jeremy,

Tell him to set a hit.

- Just the woman?

- No.

No, I want Dillon too.

And Dino,

Tell 'em I want her ring finger.

No guns.

It should look like the psycho did it.

(ominous orchestral music)

(car engines revving)

(car doors thudding)

- All right, now Lynn, you take three

And go in through the front.

John, you take two and go in through the back.

Now you kill everybody in the house.

- Remember, quick and clean,

And don't forget the trophy.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Wait here.

(door clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(man groaning)

(both grunting)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(man groans)

(body thuds)

(Jack panting)

(man giggles)

(knife whooshes)

(both grunting)

(neck cracks)

(body thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(Shanna screams)

- Shanna!

(Shanna screaming)

(Jack grunts)

(glass shattering) (man shouting)

- What the hell was that?

- I don't know, let's get out of here.

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

- Are you okay?

- Yes, yes.

- Call the police.

- Is Barbara okay?

- She's fine.

Just make the call.

(siren wailing)

(police radio chattering)

- [Man] Sergeant, tell forensics I need a report

As soon as they can get it to me, okay?

- Yes, sir.

- That's quite a mess.

She's getting to be awfully popular.

Did you recognize any of them?

- No, but they were pros.

- Any idea who did it?

- Yeah, but I can't prove it.

- Yeah.

- Who killed the three in the back?

- What?

- That's another thing.

Sweet was here.

He took out the three.

- Why?

- He's protecting Shanna, saving her for something.

- I'm gonna park a car here, just in case he comes back.

But you'd better find another place to keep them.

- We'll stay at my place.

- That's trouble.

(punching bag thudding)

- I borrowed a shirt.

- I noticed.

It never looked that good on me.

- Why'd you quit being a cop?

- One night we got a call to domestic quarrel.

By the time we got there, some guy killed his wife.

He jumped me and I almost killed him.

Later I realized I wanted to kill him.

So I quit being a cop.

- And you started this.

Why?

- Help others?

Help myself, maybe.

Make the world a better place.

(Shanna giggles) I don't know.

(doorbell ringing)

That must be Will.

Morning, Will.

- Morning.

Hi.

- I've gotta go.

- [Shanna] Go where?

- We're checking out some leads on Sweet.

- There's two plain-clothes officers parked in a white car

Across the street.

- Look, just lock the door after we leave.

You and Barbara stay until I get back, okay?

- I called, Zolan's at the warehouse.

I didn't notice the boyfriend at your house last night.

- He stayed at a hotel.

He and the girl are fighting.

(tires screeching)

(horn honking) - Ignorant pinhead.

- Glad to see you've become a low-stress driver, Will.

- With that babe at your house, you should talk.

- Anything new on Sweet?

- Oh, yeah, I ran him through the FBI computer.

His father's from Weisbaden, Germany.

He lived there till he was 10,

then he came here to live with his mom.

When he was 12, his mother was raped and killed

In front of him.

He killed the rapist with his own knife.

- Did the rapist cut off the ring finger?

- Yeah.

He joined the special forces when he was 18,

Martial arts expert.

Then he disappeared for 10 years.

He resurfaced most recently in Angola.

- Mercenary.

- Yeah.

He was arrested in Angola in conjunction

With a murder of a prostitute.

Her ring finger was severed.

He was released for lack of evidence.

- And now he wants Shanna.

- It's not just another case to you, is it?

- No.

- Never get emotionally involved, Jack.

That was always our rule.

- Sometimes you have to break the rules.

- Yeah, and sometimes the rules break you.

(car engine revving)

(car doors thudding)

In here.

(woman moaning)

(gentle music)

(Will clears throat)

(woman groans)

- Who the hell are you?

Get out of my office now, or I'll call the police.

- I am the police.

- Then I'll call my lawyer.

- We don't have time for that.

- We want Sweet.

- I don't have to tell you nothing.

Don't touch that, that's pre-Colombian.

- Look, Sweet killed your brother

And four bodyguards two nights ago, why?

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

- It's nice.

- Looks priceless.

(jar shatters)

- Oh, no.

- It is now.

- Sweet'll kill me if I tell you anything.

Please, no, no.

(jar shatters)

No, no, no, stop.

Rafael hired him to lead a revolt on Angola.

And everything blew up when the Cubans stepped in.

And Rafael withdrew his support.

- And left Sweet and his friends holding the bag.

- So Sweet came back to America to find Rafael.

- And to kill women.

- Sweet's address, now.

- All right, all right. - Now.

- All right.

It's Sweet's best friend.

It's a guy named Rene.

And if anybody can find him, he will.

Here.

(man sighs)

Oh, no, no, no, no,

I paid a thousand dollars.

(man groaning)

(jar shatters)

- Have a nice day.

♪ 'Cause I'll never let you get away ♪

♪ I don't care what people say ♪

♪ Your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go of you ♪

♪ Don't you know that your touch ♪

(eerie orchestral music)

- When I heard this song,

I knew it was you, Mother.

(eerie orchestral music continues)

(record scratches)

(John grunting)

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I'd find ♪

♪ That your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go of you ♪

(John grunting)

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your touch ♪

- Oh, Johnny, baby.

Mommy just loves you.

♪ Til the end of time ♪ (punching bag thudding)

You're such a dear.

(ominous music)

You're gonna be my little honey.

I'm gonna make you be, my little husband.

(John grunts)

(knuckles rapping)

- Who is it?

- [Man] Sweet's friend.

- [Reporter] The Lakers had no trouble with the Rockets.

- [Rene] Piss off.

(door clicks)

- Where's John Sweet?

- Get out.

- I'm gonna leave now,

Because I hate to see people bleed unnecessarily.

- Where?

- Eat shit and die.

(both grunting)

(glass shatters)

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

(Rene groans)

(both grunting)

- [Jack] Where does he live?

- You're crazy man.

(Rene groaning)

(door clicks)

(Rene groaning)

- Tell me where he lives,

Or learn how to fly.

(Rene screaming)

- He's at the Mars Hotel,

Fifth and Bennington, room 408.

(Rene grunts)

- Hand me your cuffs.

(cuffs clicking)

- Hey,

I told you you should have told him.

Come on.

- We're gonna get your ass.

(Jack scoffs)

- You're off to a hell of a good start.

- [Rene] Sweet's gonna kill you.

(ominous music)

- He's welcome to try.

(door thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- [Woman] Hey boys.

(men and woman chattering)

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I might ♪

- I love you.

(both moaning)

I love you.

I love you.

(both moaning) (ominous music)

(John grunting)

- No, John, no.

(John grunting) (woman screaming)

(ominous music continues)

(fist thuds) (man groans)

(John grunting)

(head thuds)

(both grunt)

(man grunts)

(man groans)

(fist thudding) (man groaning)

(John grunts)

(head thuds) (both grunts)

(woman crying)

- [Woman] Oh, no, no, please.

(car engine revving)

- What are you packin'?

Elephant gun.

- This guy scares me, Jack.

- Me too.

(suspenseful music)

- How do you want to handle this?

- Front door, fire escape.

Take your pick.

- I'll take the front door.

Just like old times, huh?

- Just watch your ass.

- You watch it for me.

- We've got three minutes, get set.

(dramatic electronic music)

(door clicks)

(ladder rattling)

♪ Your touch ♪

(knuckles rapping)

- Police, open up.

(Jack grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(Will grunts) (door thuds)

(window glass shattering)

(suspenseful music)

(elbow thuds)

- Will, watch yourself.

- Oh, boy.

(fist thuds) (Will groans)

(kick thuds) (Jack grunts)

(Will groans)

(kick thuds) (Will groans)

- Jack!

- Will?

(Will groaning) (fists thudding)

(Will groans) (fist thuds)

(Will groaning)

(Jack grunts) (fist thuds)

(Will groaning)

- Time to die.

(Jack grunts)

(somber music)

(zipper zips)

(Carl exhales)

- Son of a bitch.

- I'm sorry, Jack.

Are you gonna be okay?

Is there anything else you can tell us?

(Jack sighs)

- No.

- Look, we, uh,

We can't find his badge.

It looks like the guy took it.

Why don't you go home, and we'll call you.

(lock clicks)

- What's wrong?

Hey.

- I got Will Sturges killed this afternoon.

- Who did it?

- Sweet.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Just leave me alone.

- Oh.

Jeremy, Jimmy.

I hire you guys because you're supposed to be the best.

End up with six dead,

and the bitch and Dillon are still breathing.

- Well, no excuses Mister Deangelo,

But Dillon broke lucky.

He was out in his car and got in behind us.

It was a fluke.

(suspenseful music)

- Fluke, my ass.

You stupid son of a bitch.

Now I want her dead,

Before 10 o'clock tonight.

You capiche?

- You leave it to us, Mister Deangelo.

We'll handle it personal this time.

- That's good, that's good,

because if you don't,

I am gonna take a gun,

Shove it up your ass,

And blow your brains out.

Hmm?

Wipe that silly smile right off your face.

Now,

You call me

As soon as it's done, okay?

I don't trust those two.

Phone.

I think it's a little time for some insurance.

(phone beeping)

(Eddie sighs)

Rosie.

Eddie.

Um, I need a specialist.

♪ Your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go again ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go ♪

- [Jack] That song.

- [Shanna] What about it?

- Is it one of yours?

- It's my cut of an old '60s tune called "My Love."

- It was playing at Sweet's house,

This afternoon when he killed Will.

- So what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna take him out.

We've gotta get to the studio.

Where's Barbara?

- She went to San Francisco.

She promised she'd drive straight through.

- How long ago did she leave?

- About a half an hour after you got here.

(eerie piano music)

(car engine revving)

(car door thuds)

(keys jingling)

(eerie piano music continues)

(ominous music)

- [Barbara] What do you want?

No.

(Barbara screaming)

- Okay people, that's a wrap.

Eddie wants us out of here early.

Call time tomorrow, eight o'clock.

(door clicks)

(car engine revving)

- Look Dillon, um, you did good last night.

Hey look, you don't like me, I don't like you, whatever.

You gotta understand how the vibe is with me and Shanna.

See she, she likes all that rough stuff.

Sure, I get mad and smack her around once in a while,

But that's her thing.

It really makes it hot, you know what I mean?

- If you lay hands on her again,

I'm gonna break 'em off and ram 'em down your throat.

You vibe that?

- We gotta talk.

- Can't it wait?

- Now.

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

(Bobby speaking faintly)

Where are you going?

- Let's split.

(ominous music)

(car engines revving)

- What happened?

- Bobby still wants me to sign with Deangelo.

He says I should do it now, before,

Before I blow our chance.

(tires squealing)

What's wrong?

- Trouble.

Fasten your seat belt.

(car engines revving)

(suspenseful music)

(car engines revving) (tires screeching)

(car engines revving) (tires screeching)

(horn honking)

(car crashing)

(suspenseful music continues)

Stay down.

Come on.

(gun clicks)

- All right boys, let's make sure.

- Eddie sends his love.

(guns firing)

(explosion booming)

- [Man] Shit, there they are.

Go, go, let's go.

(fires crackling)

(suspenseful music)

- This way, here.

- [Man] John, circle around.

(tense electronic music)

(paper box thudding)

(tense electronic music continues)

(gun firing) (man groaning)

- [Jack] Back.

(guns firing)

- Get back.

(guns firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Do you know how to use this?

(gun clicks)

- Dad was a cop, remember?

- Wait here.

(fist thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(guns firing) (man groaning)

(guns firing) (man screaming)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (man groaning)

(upbeat suspenseful music continues)

(guns firing)

- [Man] You son of a bitch!

(guns firing)

(Jack groaning)

(gun firing) (man groaning)

(boxes thudding)

(Jack panting)

- You need to have a high-powered manager

to get you where you wanna go.

Gentlemen, a toast,

To Frank Ellis here for arriving on such short notice,

And to the best dead singer in the whole world.

(object banging)

What the fuck is that?

(suspenseful music)

(men groaning)

(men grunting)

- Come on, come on.

(man grunting)

(man groaning)

(Jack panting)

- You got past Jeremy and his friends.

Very impressive.

I'd like you to meet Frank Ellis.

- You fight well.

- You were a great champion.

I saw you fight in New York City once.

What are you doing with this scum?

- I'll give you one chance to leave.

- What the hell?

We had a deal.

- Hey, I do this my way.

Go home.

This goes all the way.

(suspenseful music)

(Jack groaning)

(Jack groaning)

(Frank groans)

(both grunting)

(gun fires)

(Frank groans)

(suspenseful music)

(Frank groans)

(Eddie groaning)

(fists thudding) (Eddie groaning)

- You already made one mistake tonight, Eddie.

Don't make another.

(Jack grunts) (Eddie groans)

Second mistake.

We shouldn't be here.

- This is home, I need to be home right now.

- Okay, wait right here.

(ominous music)

(door thuds)

All right, come on.

- Bobby and I are finished.

- Don't play games with me now.

- Bobby and I are finished.

(romantic jazz music)

(romantic jazz music continues)

(romantic jazz music continues)

(romantic jazz music continues)

(romantic jazz music continues)

(door clicks)

- Shanna?

Shanna?

(Bobby giggles)

(fist thuds) (Shanna groans)

(Bobby groans)

- Oh, you broke his nose.

- He was trying to break mine.

- What are you trying to do, kill him?

That's what you like to do, isn't it?

Kill people?

- Here, you'd better keep this.

(car engine sputters)

(tires screeching)

(Bobby groans)

(car engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

- Shanna.

I didn't know about Deangelo.

(tires screech)

(suspenseful music continues)

(car engine revving)

(doorbell ringing)

- It's okay, it's okay, Bobby.

I'll talk to him.

Look Dillon, we got. (gasps)

Oh, God please, help.

(ominous music)

- I'm home, mama.

(body thudding) (John grunting)

(car engine revving)

(Bobby groaning)

(John grunts)

(car door thuds)

(sinister orchestral music)

(car engine sputters)

(tires squealing)

(police radio chattering)

(car engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine sputtering)

(car engine revving)

(tire squealing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(car engine revving)

(Shanna groaning)

(knuckles rapping)

- What?

- Are you sure he's coming?

- Well he's my best man, he'll come.

Your sure nobody saw her.

- No.

They think this is just about getting Dillon

For what he did to them back at the bar.

- I'll be down in a minute.

(suspenseful music)

(Shanna groans)

(car engine revving)

Put it on.

(car engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(car engine revving)

(ominous music) (Shanna groaning)

(car engine revving)

(ominous music)

Mother, your maid of honor.

(Shanna screaming)

(door thuds)

- Where's Sweet?

- Upstairs.

- You know he's a killer.

- Hell man, (men giggles)

We're all killers.

- He's gonna butcher the girl.

- We're gonna butcher you.

(man grunting)

(kick thuds)

(man groans)

(fist thudding)

(man groans)

(kick thuds) (man groans)

(man groans)

(both grunt)

- [Man] Come on man!

(ominous music)

(men speaking indistinctly)

(Jack screams) (man groans)

(suspenseful music)

(stick whooshing)

(man grunts)

(both grunting)

(kick thudding)

(Jack groans)

(men speaking indistinctly)

(fists thudding) (Jack groaning)

(Jack grunts)

(men grunting)

(man screams)

(fist thudding)

(both grunt)

- [Man] I got him, I got him.

(both grunting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(kick thudding)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(man groans)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(man groaning)

- I love you mother.

(John grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(Jack grunts)

(both grunt)

(Jack grunts)

(ominous music)

(John grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(Jack grunts)

(Shanna groans)

I knew they wouldn't stop you.

If you want her, take her.

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(both grunting)

(Jack grunting) (kick thudding)

(John grunts)

Time to die.

(both grunting) (fist thudding)

(John grunting) (foot thuds)

(John groans)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(John grunting)

(Jack grunting) (John groaning)

(John grunting)

(both grunting)

(bodies thud)

(John gasps)

(Shanna groaning)

(John grunting)

(foot thuds) (Jack groans)

(feet thudding)

(both grunting)

(John grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(Jack groaning) (John grunting)

(Jack groaning)

(John grunting)

(Jack grunts)

(heads thud)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

(foot thuds)

(foot thuds) (John groans)

(Shanna groaning)

(John groaning) (feet thudding)

(Shanna groans)

(John groans) (foot thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- [Shanna] Kill him. (John grunts)

(Jack groans)

(fist thuds) (Shanna groans)

(both grunting)

(foot thudding)

(Shanna screams)

(John groaning)

(ominous music)

(John groaning)

(body thuds)

(John groaning)

(Jack panting)

- It's over.

You can go home now.

- I don't have a home, now.

- Carrie, wait.

(romantic piano music)

- I don't know, Dillon.

- I don't know either.

Let's get out of here.

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)