Scarred City (1999) Movie Script
[music playing]
Hey, how's it going?
It isn't.
Can't even find a
parking summons.
You want some coffee?
Sure, thanks.
How'd you end up in
a shit post like this?
They say it's for my own
good until the shooting review
board is done with me.
How's that going?
IAD has a hard on for me.
It's my third shoot this year.
- Third?
Slow year, huh?
RADIO: Charlie 7, pickup
a complaint for a robbery.
1 Charlie 7,
three minutes out.
See you later, Rambo.
We have to do some
crimefighting.
I'm going to walk to
the other end of my block.
There's an alley I'm
dying to check out.
[sirens]
[angry chatter]
Just give me the stuff.
Shit.
Police!
Don't move!
[gunshots]
Keep your hands
out of your pockets.
Shit.
Take it easy.
Foot post seven to central.
RADIO: Seven, go.
I have an officer involved
shooting in the alley
between Remsen and Mountain.
I need a bus for
one male perp down.
Calm down, there's an
ambulance on the way.
Calm down, my ass.
You just shot me.
Where's your gun?
Where's your fucking gun?
Stupid fuck.
He says, that's OK.
He says, that's
OK, honey, do you
have a dentist appointment too?
We heard it was traced.
It was.
He capped the dealer, DOA.
Was it clean?
Not hardly, dealer put
his hand in his coat.
But there was no gun.
By the time Chase
knew that, he had
already put three in his chest.
Sometimes these things just
fall into your lap, don't they?
- Hey, what's up?
- Not much.
OK if I take a look?
He's not going anywhere.
Ugly motherfucker.
Looks like dead didn't
help him too much, huh?
You looking for something?
Tattoos.
Sometimes these hamsters,
they tattoo their rap sheets
to their hands.
Thanks, guys.
How you doing, detective?
Lieutenant Devens,
Select Crimes.
Sir?
I'd like to speak to the
officer privately for a moment.
Sir, you know that--
You're not going to cite
the manual of procedures,
are you detective?
I studied that for
the lieutenant's exam.
Apparently I passed,
and you didn't.
Yes, sir.
You seemed pretty
composed, officer.
I got low blood pressure.
Your fourth shooting in 12
months with the review board
still pending?
I say you have no
blood pressure.
You realize that
the shaky shoot is
just what the job
is looking for, one
good excuse to terminate you.
Shit, if someone wanted
to be vindictive enough,
they could indict you for this.
I've been advised to
wait for legal and union
representation before
answering any questions, sir.
I'm not from Internal Affairs.
And I don't have any questions.
How's the investigation
come along?
Very interesting.
We found the perp's bun
behind one of the dryers,
must have hit the
floor and skidded.
Really?
Good, keep me posted.
I don't know about this.
You acted in good faith.
You think you should go
to jail, lose a career,
because some mope stuck
his hand in his jacket?
You're talking about
evidence tampering.
I'm talking about a contract.
What's my end?
I cut an order, you're
in my unit by next Monday.
Why me?
You can shoot a man,
go home, go to bed,
get up, and shoot another one.
Not everybody has
that ability, John.
Not every cop has that ability.
You want me to shoot people?
Not exactly.
The scar squad goes after
the most dangerous perps
in this city, the ones that
would rather kill a cop
than go to jail.
In order to take these
people off the street,
sometimes we have
to use deadly force.
The chief, the mayor,
the district attorney,
all understand that.
In fact, in our case,
they sanction it.
No review boards,
no grand juries.
No thanks.
OK.
Let me tell you the way this
is really going to go down.
I can make that gun disappear
as fast as I made it found.
You will be indicted.
You will go to jail.
And your fucking
life will be over.
It's your choice.
All right, we're
covering two spots
for the bookstore keepers.
So things are going to
be spread a little thin.
Speedy and Forest,
you have the Fantasy
Shop on Southern Boulevard.
Sergeant Credey and Zaire
will be in the response
car posting relief.
Yeah, when they aren't parked.
Too bad nobody wants your
mouth anywhere near that cop.
All right, the U Store
is Bobby and Janice.
I'm going to make a
woman out of you yet.
What the hell is that?
Trace, you're in
the car with me.
I got 50 says
we take this out.
I'm in.
Come on, Swifty.
I want some of that.
Listen, conduct your unlawful
betting after roll call.
And don't forget to sign
off for the shotguns.
There'll be no
more hunting trips
with the department's approval.
Now, Lou, I was just
field testing the artillery.
Yeah, all right.
Everybody fall out,
take your post.
You got $50 I could borrow?
You mean for the beating
you gave me last week?
The what?
Hey, Dick Tracy?
Trace.
Yeah, whatever, sign out one
of these, and a box of shells.
I'm sorry about that.
Don't expect to be holding it.
Lou loves his shotgun.
Janice?
You will have a good time today.
Guaranteed mayhem when
you ride with the Lou.
Just don't get between
him and the perps.
Yeah, right, like Brendan.
Who's Brendan?
Brendan was working the cash
register at this liquor store,
right, Braintree Liquors?
Couple of mopes
walk in with nines.
Devon is behind the window.
Brendan is behind
the cash register.
Brendan was a little
bit slow getting down.
It was just some
buckshot in the shoulder.
I don't know.
Lou never liked Brendan much.
He used to call him the
hemorrhoid, remember?
Bobby, got the car keys?
Oh yeah.
Let's get going.
Here, you drive.
I'll take that.
Let's go.
Thanks a lot, have a nice day.
Who says police work
doesn't prepare you
for a competitive job
in the private sector?
Devin won't let
you run the register
because you can't count.
No, they just don't
trust you in the back
with all these magazines,
wouldn't get your pants
on in time to shoot anyone.
New guy is relieving me.
One hand or two?
Fuck this anyway, couple
of niggas don't rob her soon,
I'm gonna.
Let me guess, you're
the token Democrat.
OK, Janice, these
guys look good.
I say we just
cut to the chase,
pop these smokes right now.
Why don't we go crazy and
wait till they do something?
Like that?
All right, Janice, we
get at least one gun.
Looks like they're
clearing out the store.
This is a the
fucking stick up!
Open the fucking register!
No problem, bro.
Come on!
Put the shit in the back!
Come on!
Come on, Skee,
handle this bitch!
You want the coins?
Do I want the coins?
You never been robbed before?
Just give me the damn paper.
Hurry the hell up!
Thanks.
Hey man, you forgot something.
What?
[gunshots]
He's not a perp!
Police!
No shit.
You're not going to
make it over that wall
before I put a bullet
in your ass, pal.
OK, officer,
you've got a point.
Come down off
the wall, slowly.
John, you got to
pick up the pace.
The fuck was that?
The conclusion of a gun
battle with five armed felons.
You guys sure do things a
lot differently around here.
Go inside and check
on the other perps.
I will.
If I see any of
them twitching, I'll
be sure to put a bullet
in the back of their head.
You might want to
rethink your strategy.
So far, so good.
That was your last life.
This one has no rules.
[sirens]
[piano music]
(SINGING) Morning
low, sweet man,
I love him so, though
he's mean as can be.
He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.
Gonna die a sweet man
should pass me by.
If I die, will it be?
He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.
Don't know any reason why
he treats me so poorly.
What have I gone and done?
Makes my troubles
double with his worries.
I ain't deserving of none.
Hey!
Show us your tits!
Show us yours.
From now on, don't start
singing until they're
too drunk to complain.
Or maybe you can gimmick
it up a little bit,
or make it just a
little more exotic.
Exotic?
What am I a fucking fish?
Stripping and singing,
it's too confusing.
There's a low threshold for
confusion out there, Paul.
You took a shot.
If you weren't in such great
demand for other stuff,
I never would have
gave you that.
Speaking of which,
got something for you.
What?
A party tomorrow,
$5,000 for the night.
Unless you're at Carnegie
Hall or something.
Fuck you, Paul.
What kind of people?
Drug dealers again.
These are OK guys.
It's for Sam.
It's always for Sam.
Sam doesn't have to
wrestle with a bunch
of stoned Dominicans
trying to stick their dicks
in the wrong places.
These are Bolivians.
Hope you won't
think any less of me
if I can't see the difference.
Come on, baby.
Sam wants my best girls.
You're supposed to
charm me, right, Paul?
Who's the escort?
Tito.
He stays the whole time?
I'll tell him to.
Come on.
Last time I had
bruises for two weeks.
Besides, I can smell
your desperation
even under that cologne.
You're killing my commission.
I'm sure you make
it up somewhere.
Nice shoot, fuck.
Thank you.
Dan, you want a ride?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll take one.
Nice job, Trace.
Some more work for you.
Some windows too.
Do you know the perp mortality
rate for this unit is 100%?
That's quite a statistic.
And a well-documented one.
How do you think we managed
to kill all these perps
and never even raise an eyebrow?
Good PR.
Nobody gives a shit.
Look at their rap sheets, John.
They're career criminals.
When we kill
shitheads like those,
their mothers are
a little relieved.
That's a great motto, Lou.
Were doing it for their mothers.
Oh, John, every member of
this unit was handpicked by me.
I know you're capable
of doing the job,
and doing it correctly.
Does that include covering
our tracks at any cost?
You didn't have a problem with
covering your tracks last week.
That was different.
Oh, really?
How do you figure?
I like you, John.
I really do.
You're a pain in the ass.
But I know where
you're coming from.
You'll stab me in the chest
before you stab me in the back.
I'll make note of
your preference, Lou.
Yeah, you do that.
So, I heard you stood
up for the brothers today.
Well, don't take
it too personally.
Hey man, fuck it.
It's about time somebody
gave Bobby a shot.
His nature is too
noble for the world.
Excuse me?
Shakespeare, it's
pretty sweet, huh?
[grunting]
You're not on patrol
anymore, Dick Tracy.
You're part of a team now.
All feelings aside, Trace,
when Bobby makes a fucking
play, you better move.
No one fucks with
a good thing, John.
This is stupid.
Watch this.
Take it.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
Sam needs you for tonight.
Oh, shit, I forgot about that.
Well, give me your address.
And I'll have Tito pick you up.
No, I'll see you at the
club in a couple hours.
How many is a couple?
A couple is two, Paul.
A nice couple, a
railroad coupling.
Cute.
Guests of Mr. Bandusky's.
All right, go ahead.
Let them go.
Jesus, I know
better than this.
Come on, Candy,
it's just a gig.
Gig, my ass.
You've obviously never
wrestled with a drunk, stoned,
horny Dominican.
These guys are Bolivians.
They're drug dealers.
So?
So they'll try to push coke
up your nose the first half
of the night, something
else somewhere it
doesn't belong the other half.
If I scream, you
better hit someone.
No, you better
just shoot someone.
It's important that the
first move happen quickly.
You understand I have creditors.
Ted can take
care of it tonight.
Some guests of Mr.
Bandusky's are here.
Yes, some young ladies
who are anxious to meet you.
I thought an
introduction might be
appropriate, in view of
our developing business
relationship.
Have them come in.
Rafael Soto, Faith,
Georgie, Candy.
Pleasure.
Ted?
I got to go.
I got to tell the boss.
See you in my office
tomorrow afternoon.
OK, Sammy.
Ted's got someplace to go.
So you're going to
give me a ride home.
Sir, I'm supposed to--
yes, sir.
We obtained a
warrant on Rafael Soto.
I thought we didn't
do drug dealers.
He's running an angle on
kidnapping and armed robbery.
The powers that be
want a message sent.
The warrant itself, of course,
is pretty much bullshit.
I guess we're just going
to have to light him up.
We'll hit them at dawn,
when they're good and sleepy.
There'll be guards and
lots of guns, all right?
Everyone in the house
is assumed to be a perp,
I mean everyone, and should
be treated accordingly.
Sergeant Credey here will
pass out the assignments.
Any questions?
All right, we move out at 0300.
You heard the man.
Let's get a move on, people.
Fucking dawn raids, huh?
I hate getting to work
before the bars close.
Know what I mean, John?
John?
You know what I mean?
I heard you guys had a little
target practice last night.
I'm sorry I missed it.
Me too.
Now, hey, listen, it's just
a little initiation, John, OK?
Brings you into the unit.
It made me feel all
warm and fluffy inside.
Hey, fellas, we're
taking a little pool
on who scalps Soto, $50 a pop.
Who's in?
I'm in.
What about it, John?
You in?
What a lovely neighborhood.
Beautiful day.
Too bad we have
to wreck it today.
Excuse me, sir, we're
looking for the access
road for the interstate.
Well, this looks like
a very interesting--
Excuse me!
[gunshots]
What the fuck is going on?
It came from the front.
What's that shit on your face?
[gunshots]
Where the fuck are you guys?
We're right here.
[gunshots]
Team one has
the front secured.
Team two owns the back.
Sweep the house.
We'll secure the outside.
Where are all the
cops when you need them?
Wait!
Back off, you motherfuckers,
if you so much as move.
[gunshots]
All right, let's
clear out the house.
Bobby, John, Forest,
take the upstairs.
Janice, Speedy,
take the basement.
Zero, you got the
ground floor with me.
Remember, these fuckers
know you are here now.
If they have not
surrendered yet,
they're probably waiting
to put a cap in your ass.
[gunshots]
God damn mother fucking.
[gunshots]
Fuck.
All right, we're clear.
We're clear.
That one's Soto.
Looks like you won
the pool, Trace.
Upstairs is secure?
Gentlemen, we have the house.
Devon's calling it in.
Fire it up, boys.
On a sunny day like this,
these mother fuckers are going
to start stinking real fast.
Let's go down to the
kitchen before Zero
drinks all the beer.
Are we having a moment?
I'll be down in a minute.
Fucking guy hasn't
got any stomach.
Get dressed.
My clothes are
in the bathroom.
You're in a closet.
Pick anything.
These are men's clothes.
There, that's you.
Stay right here until I
come back and get you.
Let's go.
We're going to go down
the hall very slowly.
If I wave you back, that means
you duck into the closest room.
You can't slice
those motherfuckers.
But what about protein?
I want to get something I
can bulk up a little bit.
Fuck protein, drink a shake.
Good job of hiding.
I was just talking to this
guy a couple of hours ago.
Anyone you were talking
to a couple of hours ago
looks pretty much the same.
I was with two other women.
Sorry.
Jesus, but you guys are cops.
Can you climb?
What?
There's a trellis outside
the bathroom window.
Can you climb?
I don't have any shoes.
A few splinters
between your toes
is going to be the
least of your problems.
If you make it
halfway down the wall,
you can jump the
rest of the way.
Are you kidding me?
These guys catch me,
they're going to kill me.
You will definitely be killed.
So you're going to
go to the window,
climb outside, go down the
wall, run across the yard,
and disappear.
- Now?
Yes, now.
How many people do you see?
Two.
When I start shooting,
they should come inside.
That's when you go.
What if they stay outside?
Hope they don't look up.
Shit, I can't believe
this is happening.
You ready?
Sure, I'm looking
forward to it.
[gunshots]
What happened?
This one was still alive.
We had a walking
dead here, Lou.
Trace put him back down.
Everybody relax, we
got it under control.
Trace?
Fucker was on his feet,
halfway out the door, Lou.
That is fucking bullshit.
He was dead when I capped him.
Then I guess I shot a zombie.
Yeah, well, there's not much
of him left to go anywhere now.
Jittery motherfucker.
Man, that happened to me once.
Asshole just didn't want to die.
Paramedics almost saved his ass.
No, no, I don't think
he's going to last.
Devin's starting to give him
that look he gave Brendan.
Here he is.
Hey, I thought I saw one
of those guys twitching.
You want to check it out for me.
You're just jealous
because I won the pool.
Rookie luck.
All that means is that
you've got to buy the beer.
Speaking of which.
You ought to check
out the kitchen.
There's a whole
banquet in there.
See, that's why I like hitting
the drug lords, better chow.
You coming?
You'll know when I am.
You need to lower
your profile, John.
Devin doesn't have
a lot of patience
with fuck ups or problems.
Which one am I?
That's free advice.
You get what you pay for.
Let's go.
Go.
Trace!
You out here?
Hey, Trace!
Over here, Sergeant.
Crime scene will be
out here in five minutes.
Devin wants everyone
out here and back
to the office for a debriefing.
- Right.
Get a move on.
So Speedy goes, oh,
oh, oh, hey, Bobby.
I think that one guy--
I think that one guy was a cop.
What are you thinking?
I'm like, I don't fucking no.
I was being polite.
I was-- what are we going to go
back and pull out the bullets?
No.
I don't know.
[chatter]
[laughter]
Show us how you talk, man!
Hey, come on, how's your chest?
I don't fucking
talk like that.
I got bitched out
by the chief today.
You want to know why?
Why?
Not for shooting 12 people
and losing two hostages,
but for banging up
four cars this month.
They're not counting bodies.
They're counting dents, you see?
No, I don't.
Some hooker watches
us waste a drug dealer,
and complains as a
matter of policy.
The unit gets crippled because
of a bullshit investigation
the mayor doesn't want
to authorize, but has to.
I'll put the lives of
two whores on the amount
of good we did here today.
Apparently you did, Lou.
I thought you'd make
an easier fit here, John.
Transfer me back to patrol.
Chief won't go for that.
Here, you're under control.
There's no telling what
you'll say out there.
So then I guess you'll
have to kill me too.
Dead cops are too public.
Of course, I'm not totally
discounting the idea.
Thought you liked me
because I was a chest stabber.
I've never given
you my back, John.
So where does that leave us?
I'm a chest stabber too.
You'll see me coming.
Is Paul here?
He's in the office.
It's all here.
It's all right.
You fucking scumbag.
Jesus, Candy--
I just called your apartment.
Get him out of here.
Give us a couple
of minutes, will you?
Nice to see you too.
You set me up.
That's right, Candy.
I figured it was
the best way to get
rid of three of my employees.
This way, I could open their
lockers and sell their pasties.
Then Sam set us up.
Sam called me the minute
it broke in the news.
He was shitting a brick.
He thought it was going
to come back on us.
He even asked me to
get Tito out of town.
No, that's bullshit.
He took Tito with him.
He knew.
You'd think he
would have left three
girls there if he knew the cops
were going to serve a warrant?
It wasn't a warrant, Paul.
It was a fucking hit.
They killed everybody
in the house.
They would have killed me too.
The news said it was cops.
They were cops.
Yeah, this is Paul
at Treasure Chest.
Get me Sam.
I don't care what
he's doing, moron.
Get him.
Sam?
I got Candy right
here in front of me.
Yeah, OK.
He'll be here in 30 minutes.
Happy now?
Sure, Paul, I'm ecstatic.
So this cop snuck you out of
there past all the other cops
and let you go, but
you don't know why?
I didn't ask.
He just told me that
they're supposed
to kill everyone in the house.
Do you think they expected
me to be in that house?
Did he give you his name?
No.
Did he ask you yours?
No.
Did you leave anything
there that can lead them
back to you, a purse, a wallet?
I never take a
purse on a trick.
My clothes were in the bathroom.
I still don't understand
why this cop let you go.
It doesn't make any sense.
Faith and Georgia,
they're both dead.
We're sure of that, right, Sam?
Yes, Paul, we're sure of that.
Cops don't behave like this.
Papers said it was the
Scar Unit, same guys who shot
up the Duke crew last year.
Do we have a sympathetic
ear with these guys?
No, but I know
someone who does.
Well, get your someone
to put me in with the boss.
This might be a bad coincidence.
Or we may have an
issue to address.
So you want to get out of town?
Hell yeah.
One day, I'm doing business
with these Bolivians.
And the next day, the cops
kill every fucking one of them.
Do you have a place
for her to cool
her jets for a couple of days?
Oh yeah, I got a
crash pad in the back.
OK, you stay here until
I get this sorted out.
Whatever needs to be done,
I'll take care of it.
Paul will have Tito
keep an eye on you.
You'll be safe, as long as
you don't leave the club.
Thanks, Sam.
It's OK, sweetheart.
It's just good business.
You can't hold on to good help
if you let them all get killed.
Listen up, it's last call.
Can I get you another?
I'm not done with this one.
I know.
There's a two drink minimum.
Oh, that's what the big, red,
two drink minimum sign meant.
(SINGING) I called our
your name in a misty dream
last night, saw that
old smile that I missed.
Ready for that
drink, hot shot?
I'd like to meet her.
Tell me this isn't
that kind of place.
I'll get you another Coke.
(SINGING) As real as
all those tears I cried,
because my poor
heart aches each time
I wait, knowing that
you're not here.
But what can i do?
So, you ready to leave?
I don't think so.
The bartender just took my 20.
Let's try it again.
You ready to leave?
Refresh my memory.
What did I do?
We have a low tolerance
for pervs and flakes.
I guess you don't get a
lot of those kinds in here.
OK.
Let's go.
Think very carefully about
your next move, big guy.
You on official
business, officer?
Maybe I'm looking
for a special friend.
What's your best guess?
My best guess is
you're a drunk, off duty
cop about 10 seconds away
from embarrassing himself
in a titty bar.
Come back another time.
I'll buy you a drink.
You know, when you put it that
way, you make a lot of sense.
Oh, don't forget your 20.
Appreciate your time
this morning, Lieutenant.
Well, I've been
asked to extend you
every reasonable
courtesy, Mr. Bandusky.
Sam.
What can I do for you, Sam?
I read in the papers
about Rafael Soto.
You and everybody else.
I was wondering if we
can expect to see that kind
of thing happening more often.
Well, Rafael Soto was
a publicly violent man.
I like to think we all
sleep a little better
knowing that he's not
shooting up the town anymore.
Well, I'd sleep
a little better
knowing you weren't
going to be waking
me up one of these mornings.
Where does this sudden
concern stem from, Sam?
The girls who were
killed in Soto's mansion
were acquaintances of mine.
And it occurred to me that--
Sam, Scar is a
selected crime unit.
We only target chronic,
violent offenders.
We wouldn't be having
this conversation if I
thought you fit that profile.
I'm sorry about your girls.
But it was an accident,
not a message.
OK, you do know that one
of them made it out alive,
don't you?
In fact, one of your
cops snuck her out.
He came around my club
looking for her about three
this morning, probably
looking for a gratitude fuck.
Did he find her?
My guys follow orders.
I realize she could
be potentially
damaging to your unit.
And I was wondering what you
might want to do about that.
You're not trying to
shake me down, are you, Sam?
I'm not looking for that kind
of relationship, Lieutenant.
We're in a position to
do a lot for each other.
We are?
Oh yeah, you said so yourself.
You're not looking for guys
like me, who do their business
quietly, relatively peacefully.
You're looking for the
psychos and the scumbags.
I'm 100% behind you.
I am in a position to send you
in the right direction looking
for those kind of people.
Really?
We're cops, not assassins.
I'm finding a moral
and professional
common ground, which brings
me back to this girl I have.
Obviously, Sam, I would
rather she didn't surface.
That's all you need
to say, Lieutenant.
So what's the story?
We got a bullshit anonymous
tip on some joker name Larry
Strode.
Since he's number
three on our shit list,
Devon wants us to check it out.
Another jerk off
wasting my time.
Check the back, let's
get the fuck out of here.
[gunshots]
Shit!
What are we shooting?
[gunshots]
John, where you going?
Huh?
[gunshots]
Where you going, John?
[gunshots]
How's Zero?
Pretty fucking dead, Sarge!
That's fucking great.
That's fucking great!
Hey, John!
You know you killed Zero, right?
It seemed like the
appropriate response
to a fucking shotgun in my face!
You killed a cop.
You've got a big fucking
problem now, John.
I can't wait to hear
your solution, Sarge.
Well, you know you called it.
Why don't you come
in here and get me?
Half the job is
going to be here
in three, four minutes, John.
Be a real shame if
they took me alive, huh?
No big deal to me, John,
baby, with your record
and our testimony, try to
figure out how you're going
to stay the fuck out of jail.
Me, personally, I'd rather
die than go to jail, man.
Let me get this straight.
You want me to let you
kill me, is that it?
It would be clean, line
of duty, a hero's funeral,
and your family would
collect a pension.
You're out of your
fucking mind, Sarge!
The whole bunch of you are
living in your own world.
Yeah, we are.
That's right.
But you think of
the alternative.
You'll be disgraced
the public and raped
in prison for the rest
of your fucking life.
I know what I'd do.
I bet you do, Sarge.
[gunshots]
Move it!
Son of a bitch!
Fuck.
Come on, Sam, you told her.
No, I'm not.
OK, OK, but look, I'm just
going to tell you something.
It's your call.
And what you're doing is wrong.
No, I'm not-- I'm
not saying that.
OK, OK, I'll tell
Tito to go along.
Fucking Sam, he ain't happy
getting two of my girls shot.
Go along where?
He's sending someone
to pick up Candy.
I mean, he must
think that I take
an ad out in the
newspaper to hire
quality pussy off the street.
I am not going
to kill her, Paul.
She gave me a Christmas present.
You don't have to do shit.
Just take the ride.
Why?
Because I'm fucking
telling you to.
That's why.
She trusts you.
Just tell her that
Sam wants to see her.
She doesn't have to know
she's getting popped,
till it happens.
You're a
compassionate guy, Paul.
Tito this, Tito that,
move to Florida.
Candy, Sam wants to see you.
You have any idea
what's going on?
No.
Ready to buy me
that drink now?
Hello again, put together a bag,
whatever you think you'll need.
You got a car?
Not here.
What does he drive?
A Lincoln.
What half ass
gangster doesn't?
Keys.
Fuck you.
Before you dust off
your brain and start
getting any smart
ideas, you ought to know
I killed a cop 45 minutes ago.
So popping a bouncer
with a bad attitude
is a short step backward.
Can I ask you something?
My boss and your
boss exchanged stories.
Then they decided
to kill us both.
Tito here was going to hold
your hand until they found
a good place to dump your body.
I gave you a
Christmas present.
He's a fucking nut job.
Trust me or you don't.
Either way, I'm going
to keep you alive.
Keys.
Come out of your pocket
with anything bigger
than your naked lady
key chain, we're
going to have the shortest
argument on record.
My apologies, she's
wearing a bikini.
[grunting]
Everybody stop!
Thanks.
We'll finish this later.
You've got to be kidding me.
You know where
he parks his car.
Out back.
Good.
Turn around, Tito.
Oh!
Man, you better
not be a nut job.
Let's go.
Were you telling me the
truth about Tito and Sam?
You're a few minutes
slow with that question.
Oh shit.
We should go?
Yeah, they're the
Farrel Brothers.
They work for Sam.
They must be here for me.
Can they recognize you?
Ted just did.
Shit.
OK, of course, Tito didn't go
for his periodic maintenance
check.
Are they getting out of the car?
Ted is.
Do me a favor, please?
Put your head down.
What?
Get down, now!
[gunshots]
You shoot and
I'll start the car!
OK!
[gunshots]
I'm gonna run out
of bullets soon!
It's not my car!
OK, got it!
Get us the hell out of here!
Jesus!
I haven't driven in a while.
Put the gear
shift to the letter
D and we'll move forward!
Ha ha.
[gunshots]
He's still with us.
How am I supposed to lose him?
I don't know,
You knew D made us go forward.
[gunshots]
Eyes on the road, Allison!
How did you know--
It's on your rap sheet,
nicer name than Candy.
You must be Officer Friendly.
[gunshots]
I thought you didn't
know how to drive.
I said I hadn't
driven in a while.
[gunshots]
Killed him, didn't I?
No, I think he should be OK.
You think?
Look, you did
what you had to do.
We got to ditch this car,
find a safe place to sit down,
relax, and think about what
our next move is going to be.
Our next move?
You mean this is as
far as your planned?
I had a shootout with
the police this morning.
Then I had to rescue you
from the mob this afternoon.
It's been a busy day.
I'm not going to be able
to relax and put myself
in your hands, am I, Friendly?
Unbe-- fucking-- lievable.
I sent a couple of uniforms
over to his apartment.
I don't think
he's that stupid.
So where else we
going to find him?
He's a deranged cop killer
with a city on his back.
He's got to turn up.
He already has, Lou.
He just abducted a stripper from
a titty bar called the Treasure
Chest in the Fourth District.
He killed one guy
in the parking lot,
and another one
during the car chase.
They get him?
Uh-uh, he ditched the
car about a mile away.
There's an alert
out for him now.
Definitely traced?
Yeah, one of the responding
detectives played a hunch
and showed his photo.
Fuck!
That's got to be the whore
he cut loose from Soto's place.
You think he's trying
to make a move on us?
He's got nothing to lose.
You send Speedy and Forest
over to the tit bar.
Maybe they can come up with
an address on the pros.
I'm out.
Get all those things
put together, OK?
Come on.
Come on, these are
all legs and feet.
Come on, give me some
heads, all right?
Jesus, the last legitimate
business, I'm going to--
yeah?
You hear the news?
I thought you were going
to handle your guy, Devon.
I thought you were
going to kill that hooker.
Looks like we're both
shooting blanks today.
Listen, I just sent a
couple of cops over there.
You give them
anything they ask for.
Are you hitting
me up for freebies?
Information, Sam,
give them information.
You know something, Devon, I'm
in bend with you for six hours.
And I don't like it already.
Well, you like it
a lot less if you
try to roll out on me now.
Listen, hook up with Bobby,
and go toss Trace's apartment.
Maybe we can figure
out where he goes.
I wasn't expecting
him to dodge
a point like shotgun blast.
Zero must have
moved up too fast.
I like that, Janice.
Blame it on the dead guy.
Is this a safe place?
Safe for a little while.
I keep an apartment downtown.
This mortgage isn't in my name.
And neither is the phone bill.
For professional purposes?
For it's nobody's
fucking business purposes.
Nice old car.
New old car, '59 Corvette
convertible with factory miles.
I guess that thing
you do pays pretty well.
Too well.
Can you park this baby
on the street around here
without it being
stolen or towed?
This is a good neighborhood.
Good, you should park it out
around the back of the house,
somewhere around the block.
Why?
Well, one, it'll look
like we're not here.
And, two, if we have
to get away quick,
we can just go
through the backyard.
Oh, good idea.
Go with it.
I'm going to take a shower.
Where's all the doors?
They're being refinished.
I thought it might be
some kind of a statement.
No, no statement.
There's probably enough hot
water left if you shower fast.
That would be great.
But I don't think I'm going
to fit into any of your stuff.
I could find you
my dad's stuff.
You look about his size.
Does he live here?
He did.
This is my inheritance,
bad wiring and all.
And it's Ali.
The only time I ever hear
Allison is right after,
will the defendant please rise?
Janice, please tell me
you called Zero's family.
I did.
Let's get a move on, people.
When I get that call, we're out.
Forest, for the last time,
get the fuck off my desk.
Fuck you, you piece of shit.
Yes, sir?
Yeah, OK, yeah, I'll call
the mayor and fill him in.
All right, yeah.
Fucking chief, now I got
to hold his hand through
this whole butt fuck operation!
Zero's dead ass already
makes this a god damn parade.
Where are we?
We're working on it.
Don't work on it,
Sergeant, fucking do it.
If some sector
cop picks them up,
it's going to be a bitch
to get them killed.
What about the
district attorney?
Scar is sanctioned all
the way up the department's
chain of command, and
the mayor's office.
Could go as far as the governor.
Then the feds.
Assuming they're interested.
We have a less than
believable story.
You're a cop.
That's got to count
for something.
I killed another cop.
That counts for a lot more.
Do you have any
ideas of your own?
Or are you just happy
enough shooting down mine?
The police
academy was a little
sketchy about a
situation like this one.
You wouldn't happen to have
a couple of boxes of bullets
lying around, would you?
No, but I do have a gun.
A pearl handle 25 would have
been a little more ladylike.
My father was in the army.
Does it work?
Sure, I shoot squirrels
on Sunday mornings.
TV: Police tonight are searching
for rogue police officer John
Trace, and alleged prostitute
Allison Cheney in connection
with the slaying of police
officer Tom Zerotelly
earlier today.
Zerotelly was killed in a
blazing gun battle, the cause
of which is still unknown.
How did I get involved
in shooting a cop?
Devon's very thorough.
What if we called
the newspapers?
We'd have to back it up
by turning ourselves in.
And that's if Devon
doesn't get to us first.
Then there's your boss.
He's trying to kill us too.
You hungry?
I got some macaroni and cheese.
Why don't you go
into the living room
and see if I still
have a bottle of wine
left in that liquor cabinet?
You know I spent $200
on that dining room table.
I'd like to keep
it dark in here,
since you don't have
any curtains up.
It's a work in progress.
I figure I have another two or
three years before I move in.
Is that why you--
Entertain?
For the money,
early retirement?
Pretty much.
Why?
I don't know.
I-- I was wondering--
How I got started?
Probably as boring a story
as why you became a cop,
just kind of fall into a
job I guess, circumstances.
I have some money that
isn't tied into the house.
We could go to my
bank, get the cash,
and drive out of town tomorrow.
The idea of spending the
rest of my life a wanted killer
doesn't sound
particularly appealing.
John, we are wanted killers.
Nothing we do is going
to change that now.
We're in the neighborhood
of nothing left to lose.
We'll have to move at sunrise.
You take the back bedroom
that faces the yard.
I'll stay in the living room.
Keep some clothes on, in case
we have to leave in a hurry.
Why don't we go crazy
and share the bed?
I've had the benefit of
your professional expertise.
Lease I can do is
return the favor.
I'm not going to beg
or anything, John.
But I might get killed tonight,
or tomorrow, or real soon.
And I don't want my last
lover to have been a trick.
[gunshots]
Oh shit.
Are you hit?
Keep your head down.
If you see one of
those red dots,
stay the hell away from it.
It's a laser sight!
[gunshots]
Friends of yours?
Acquaintances.
Got any ideas?
I think we're going to
be safer in the hallway.
Can you shoot?
Pull the trigger.
You ready?
Sure.
Let's go.
[gunshots]
Shit!
[gunshots]
Stay down!
You OK?
All right, if we don't
make a move soon,
they're going to hit the house.
I'd rather deal with them
out there than in here.
You got a lighter?
No, oh wait, in my
makeup bag in the bathroom.
OK, great, stay right there.
[gunshots]
John?
I'm OK!
Watch out.
What the hell are you doing?
Giving them something
to think about.
Like, why did we
light ourselves on fire?
Come on.
Let's go light up
the living room.
This is my house, you know?
You want to renovate
it or be buried in it?
[gunshots]
So we're in a burning house
with the cops waiting outside.
What's phase three?
We wait and see
who comes in for us.
[gunshots]
You think you could
make it to the kitchen?
I just avoid the
red lights, right?
You got it.
You ready?
Yeah.
OK.
[gunshots]
Son of a bitch!
God, you're hit.
Shit.
OK, OK.
We're going out
through that door.
I want you to stay
right behind me.
You got the keys to the car?
Yeah.
When we get to the
car, start it up.
If I'm not with you,
take off without me.
I'm not going to do that.
I'm not planning
on sacrifice myself.
Neither should you.
You ready?
It's always about
sex with you, isn't it?
Let's go.
[gunshots]
Fucking bitch!
Come on, Trace!
We just want to talk!
[gunshots]
Go!
Go!
Go!
How's the shoulder?
It's bleeding.
There's a bandanna in
the glove compartment.
Do we need to find a doctor?
No, we need to find a
motel, something low key.
Do you know any?
I left my prostitutes
guide to sleazy motels
back at the house.
Also a drug store.
And I need more ammo.
More ammo?
You know, since
we've met, you've
got me framed for
murder, marked for death
by the mob and the police,
burnt down my house,
and bled all of my new car.
What do you do on a second date?
This is our second date.
On our first date,
I saved your life.
I don't want reporters
getting through.
That's real important.
Got that?
Make sure you hear what
I'm saying, no reporters.
Bobby's down too.
How bad/
Picking his brains out
of the fucking dandelions.
Forest got a make on
the car, but no plate.
You check hard on the whore.
See if you can come
up with something,
a mother, a brother, anything.
He went through our guys
like a fucking chainsaw.
He second guessed our tactics.
I guess we misread him.
His loyalty, not his talent.
I saw that in his eyes.
Nights like these make it
tough to recruit replacements,
don't it?
Replacing them
ain't hard, Sarge.
It's training them.
I wish I could train them
to do what he just did.
This was fucking beautiful.
Keep an eye on Annie.
I had three
complaints that she's
going through purses again.
I can't have that.
Why don't you just fire her?
What are you, kidding?
We're two girls short now
after Sam's last fiasco.
And he orders them up like
fucking cheeseburgers.
Besides, Tito, she's
got the biggest--
Hey, Paul.
Jesus, Candy,
what's the gun for?
It's in case I don't get
the point across with mine.
I can't believe you set me up.
Sam set you up, sweetie.
I just got caught in the middle.
You poor thing.
You had to sell me out,
you miserable fuck.
Yeah, I did.
- Why don't you two sit down?
- Where?
Sit down, Paul.
[grunt]
What was that for?
Sheer spite.
Stay on the floor.
No problem.
Tito and I are working
past an awkward macho
antipathy into a deeper,
more personal understanding.
You think I can develop
that kind of understanding
with Paul here?
It'll be tough.
You're a girl.
I could shoot
him in the balls.
That's pretty macho.
No, that's a
feminine instinct.
No guy would do
that to another guy.
What about his kneecap?
I could shoot him
in the kneecap.
That is masculine.
Are you kidding me?
Right here?
We're America's
Most Wanted, Paul.
To four five homicides, what's a
minor mutilation among friends?
Practically a misdemeanor.
What do you guys want?
You want fucking money?
I'll open the safe.
I hadn't thought about that.
But as long as you're offering.
We just want you to make
a couple of phone calls.
No problem.
I'm sorry, John, I just got
this urge to hit him where
it would hurt him the most.
I said I'd make the calls.
Guess I'm too
feminine to bond.
It's a good thing
you told me to back
off, Devon, because your guys
are lighting the world on fire.
It wouldn't have played out
any differently for you, Sam.
I could take a shot at it.
You had a shot at it.
Your boys couldn't even
kill a god damn whore.
Just sit tight.
I don't want this
turning into a circus.
You haven't been watching
the news, have you?
This is a fucking circus.
And your cops are getting
their asses kicked.
Is this why you called me,
to critique my performance?
Call you?
I didn't-- what
the fuck is this?
It's where the first
bullet goes if anybody
moves, right, Lieutenant?
Why don't you boys step out
now where I can see you.
That assumes that the stripper
is a threat just because she's
got a gun in her hand.
I pull the trigger, wherever
the red dot is, the bullet goes.
Kind of takes all the skill out
of shooting, doesn't it, Sam?
Hey, let's slow down here.
Well, obviously,
there's something
wrong with your strategy.
I don't care if you shoot Sam.
What's to stop me
from making a move?
Wondering what comes next.
I had you pegged
right from the start.
You got pure talent.
I wish you were just a
little more disciplined.
But--
The fact that I'm not a
psychotic killer is a handicap.
I'm going to tell you to two to
take your guns out very slowly
and put them on the floor.
You get one chance.
It's your job, Sam, to give
him a little encouragement.
Come on, let's go.
Go with the program.
You first.
Having the titty
bar guy call us
was brilliant, too obvious
to even look suspicious.
Kick it.
Now you.
I forgot my gun.
Repeat that line, we're
going to have the shortest
argument on record.
Get rid of the
fucking gun, Ted.
Got to do something to
keep him from warning us.
What did you do with him?
I locked him in his trunk.
Ted.
I know, Lou, you
would have killed him.
Locks can be opened.
How about you,
Sam, you carrying?
I swear to God I'm
not carrying a gun.
I'll take my fucking
clothes off if you want.
I think we can all
live without that, Sam.
I guess that brings
us to you, Lou.
I don't think so, John.
What makes you think
I got anything to lose?
You don't.
But neither do I. I'm
not going to make a move.
But I'm not giving up my gun.
The ball's in your court.
It never left my court.
You know, considering the fact
you're not a psychotic killer,
a lot of people have been
shot in the past few days.
It does get easier, every
time you pull the trigger.
No way, John, you're
not going to shoot me.
You know why I know that?
Because--
[gunshots]
I don't know how that guy
passed the lieutenant's exam.
He hasn't been right
about anything.
You got a price
on my girl's head?
Your girl?
Was there any particular
reason other than the one
I just eliminated?
No.
So you don't
have any incentive
to send anyone after us?
Other than the fact that you
just shot two of my best guys,
and then there's
the Farrel brothers?
That only amounts to
property damage, doesn't it?
Yeah, pretty much so.
We borrowed a little traveling
money out of Paul's safe.
You got a problem with that?
Until you point that
gun somewhere else,
I don't got a problem
with anything.
Consider it a dowry.
Why don't I consider it
a down payment for getting
rid of this pain in my ass?
That way, there's
no theft issue.
I don't kill for money, Sam.
That would make me a criminal.
You're no longer a cop.
What else is there?
That's a good point.
Sam?
That guy's got a
package and a half, huh?
You got to respect that.
Come on.
Let's go.
Get up.
Feel better?
Absolutely.
So this concept of
a dowry intrigues me.
Doesn't it usually
involve a marriage?
Well, that was
just a metaphor.
A metaphor, huh?
It's a bad idea to
mess with me, John.
I know.
I've seen you shoot.
Don't you even want to
know where we're going?
I trust you.
[music playing]
Hey, how's it going?
It isn't.
Can't even find a
parking summons.
You want some coffee?
Sure, thanks.
How'd you end up in
a shit post like this?
They say it's for my own
good until the shooting review
board is done with me.
How's that going?
IAD has a hard on for me.
It's my third shoot this year.
- Third?
Slow year, huh?
RADIO: Charlie 7, pickup
a complaint for a robbery.
1 Charlie 7,
three minutes out.
See you later, Rambo.
We have to do some
crimefighting.
I'm going to walk to
the other end of my block.
There's an alley I'm
dying to check out.
[sirens]
[angry chatter]
Just give me the stuff.
Shit.
Police!
Don't move!
[gunshots]
Keep your hands
out of your pockets.
Shit.
Take it easy.
Foot post seven to central.
RADIO: Seven, go.
I have an officer involved
shooting in the alley
between Remsen and Mountain.
I need a bus for
one male perp down.
Calm down, there's an
ambulance on the way.
Calm down, my ass.
You just shot me.
Where's your gun?
Where's your fucking gun?
Stupid fuck.
He says, that's OK.
He says, that's
OK, honey, do you
have a dentist appointment too?
We heard it was traced.
It was.
He capped the dealer, DOA.
Was it clean?
Not hardly, dealer put
his hand in his coat.
But there was no gun.
By the time Chase
knew that, he had
already put three in his chest.
Sometimes these things just
fall into your lap, don't they?
- Hey, what's up?
- Not much.
OK if I take a look?
He's not going anywhere.
Ugly motherfucker.
Looks like dead didn't
help him too much, huh?
You looking for something?
Tattoos.
Sometimes these hamsters,
they tattoo their rap sheets
to their hands.
Thanks, guys.
How you doing, detective?
Lieutenant Devens,
Select Crimes.
Sir?
I'd like to speak to the
officer privately for a moment.
Sir, you know that--
You're not going to cite
the manual of procedures,
are you detective?
I studied that for
the lieutenant's exam.
Apparently I passed,
and you didn't.
Yes, sir.
You seemed pretty
composed, officer.
I got low blood pressure.
Your fourth shooting in 12
months with the review board
still pending?
I say you have no
blood pressure.
You realize that
the shaky shoot is
just what the job
is looking for, one
good excuse to terminate you.
Shit, if someone wanted
to be vindictive enough,
they could indict you for this.
I've been advised to
wait for legal and union
representation before
answering any questions, sir.
I'm not from Internal Affairs.
And I don't have any questions.
How's the investigation
come along?
Very interesting.
We found the perp's bun
behind one of the dryers,
must have hit the
floor and skidded.
Really?
Good, keep me posted.
I don't know about this.
You acted in good faith.
You think you should go
to jail, lose a career,
because some mope stuck
his hand in his jacket?
You're talking about
evidence tampering.
I'm talking about a contract.
What's my end?
I cut an order, you're
in my unit by next Monday.
Why me?
You can shoot a man,
go home, go to bed,
get up, and shoot another one.
Not everybody has
that ability, John.
Not every cop has that ability.
You want me to shoot people?
Not exactly.
The scar squad goes after
the most dangerous perps
in this city, the ones that
would rather kill a cop
than go to jail.
In order to take these
people off the street,
sometimes we have
to use deadly force.
The chief, the mayor,
the district attorney,
all understand that.
In fact, in our case,
they sanction it.
No review boards,
no grand juries.
No thanks.
OK.
Let me tell you the way this
is really going to go down.
I can make that gun disappear
as fast as I made it found.
You will be indicted.
You will go to jail.
And your fucking
life will be over.
It's your choice.
All right, we're
covering two spots
for the bookstore keepers.
So things are going to
be spread a little thin.
Speedy and Forest,
you have the Fantasy
Shop on Southern Boulevard.
Sergeant Credey and Zaire
will be in the response
car posting relief.
Yeah, when they aren't parked.
Too bad nobody wants your
mouth anywhere near that cop.
All right, the U Store
is Bobby and Janice.
I'm going to make a
woman out of you yet.
What the hell is that?
Trace, you're in
the car with me.
I got 50 says
we take this out.
I'm in.
Come on, Swifty.
I want some of that.
Listen, conduct your unlawful
betting after roll call.
And don't forget to sign
off for the shotguns.
There'll be no
more hunting trips
with the department's approval.
Now, Lou, I was just
field testing the artillery.
Yeah, all right.
Everybody fall out,
take your post.
You got $50 I could borrow?
You mean for the beating
you gave me last week?
The what?
Hey, Dick Tracy?
Trace.
Yeah, whatever, sign out one
of these, and a box of shells.
I'm sorry about that.
Don't expect to be holding it.
Lou loves his shotgun.
Janice?
You will have a good time today.
Guaranteed mayhem when
you ride with the Lou.
Just don't get between
him and the perps.
Yeah, right, like Brendan.
Who's Brendan?
Brendan was working the cash
register at this liquor store,
right, Braintree Liquors?
Couple of mopes
walk in with nines.
Devon is behind the window.
Brendan is behind
the cash register.
Brendan was a little
bit slow getting down.
It was just some
buckshot in the shoulder.
I don't know.
Lou never liked Brendan much.
He used to call him the
hemorrhoid, remember?
Bobby, got the car keys?
Oh yeah.
Let's get going.
Here, you drive.
I'll take that.
Let's go.
Thanks a lot, have a nice day.
Who says police work
doesn't prepare you
for a competitive job
in the private sector?
Devin won't let
you run the register
because you can't count.
No, they just don't
trust you in the back
with all these magazines,
wouldn't get your pants
on in time to shoot anyone.
New guy is relieving me.
One hand or two?
Fuck this anyway, couple
of niggas don't rob her soon,
I'm gonna.
Let me guess, you're
the token Democrat.
OK, Janice, these
guys look good.
I say we just
cut to the chase,
pop these smokes right now.
Why don't we go crazy and
wait till they do something?
Like that?
All right, Janice, we
get at least one gun.
Looks like they're
clearing out the store.
This is a the
fucking stick up!
Open the fucking register!
No problem, bro.
Come on!
Put the shit in the back!
Come on!
Come on, Skee,
handle this bitch!
You want the coins?
Do I want the coins?
You never been robbed before?
Just give me the damn paper.
Hurry the hell up!
Thanks.
Hey man, you forgot something.
What?
[gunshots]
He's not a perp!
Police!
No shit.
You're not going to
make it over that wall
before I put a bullet
in your ass, pal.
OK, officer,
you've got a point.
Come down off
the wall, slowly.
John, you got to
pick up the pace.
The fuck was that?
The conclusion of a gun
battle with five armed felons.
You guys sure do things a
lot differently around here.
Go inside and check
on the other perps.
I will.
If I see any of
them twitching, I'll
be sure to put a bullet
in the back of their head.
You might want to
rethink your strategy.
So far, so good.
That was your last life.
This one has no rules.
[sirens]
[piano music]
(SINGING) Morning
low, sweet man,
I love him so, though
he's mean as can be.
He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.
Gonna die a sweet man
should pass me by.
If I die, will it be?
He's a kind of man needs
a kind of woman like me.
Don't know any reason why
he treats me so poorly.
What have I gone and done?
Makes my troubles
double with his worries.
I ain't deserving of none.
Hey!
Show us your tits!
Show us yours.
From now on, don't start
singing until they're
too drunk to complain.
Or maybe you can gimmick
it up a little bit,
or make it just a
little more exotic.
Exotic?
What am I a fucking fish?
Stripping and singing,
it's too confusing.
There's a low threshold for
confusion out there, Paul.
You took a shot.
If you weren't in such great
demand for other stuff,
I never would have
gave you that.
Speaking of which,
got something for you.
What?
A party tomorrow,
$5,000 for the night.
Unless you're at Carnegie
Hall or something.
Fuck you, Paul.
What kind of people?
Drug dealers again.
These are OK guys.
It's for Sam.
It's always for Sam.
Sam doesn't have to
wrestle with a bunch
of stoned Dominicans
trying to stick their dicks
in the wrong places.
These are Bolivians.
Hope you won't
think any less of me
if I can't see the difference.
Come on, baby.
Sam wants my best girls.
You're supposed to
charm me, right, Paul?
Who's the escort?
Tito.
He stays the whole time?
I'll tell him to.
Come on.
Last time I had
bruises for two weeks.
Besides, I can smell
your desperation
even under that cologne.
You're killing my commission.
I'm sure you make
it up somewhere.
Nice shoot, fuck.
Thank you.
Dan, you want a ride?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll take one.
Nice job, Trace.
Some more work for you.
Some windows too.
Do you know the perp mortality
rate for this unit is 100%?
That's quite a statistic.
And a well-documented one.
How do you think we managed
to kill all these perps
and never even raise an eyebrow?
Good PR.
Nobody gives a shit.
Look at their rap sheets, John.
They're career criminals.
When we kill
shitheads like those,
their mothers are
a little relieved.
That's a great motto, Lou.
Were doing it for their mothers.
Oh, John, every member of
this unit was handpicked by me.
I know you're capable
of doing the job,
and doing it correctly.
Does that include covering
our tracks at any cost?
You didn't have a problem with
covering your tracks last week.
That was different.
Oh, really?
How do you figure?
I like you, John.
I really do.
You're a pain in the ass.
But I know where
you're coming from.
You'll stab me in the chest
before you stab me in the back.
I'll make note of
your preference, Lou.
Yeah, you do that.
So, I heard you stood
up for the brothers today.
Well, don't take
it too personally.
Hey man, fuck it.
It's about time somebody
gave Bobby a shot.
His nature is too
noble for the world.
Excuse me?
Shakespeare, it's
pretty sweet, huh?
[grunting]
You're not on patrol
anymore, Dick Tracy.
You're part of a team now.
All feelings aside, Trace,
when Bobby makes a fucking
play, you better move.
No one fucks with
a good thing, John.
This is stupid.
Watch this.
Take it.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
Sam needs you for tonight.
Oh, shit, I forgot about that.
Well, give me your address.
And I'll have Tito pick you up.
No, I'll see you at the
club in a couple hours.
How many is a couple?
A couple is two, Paul.
A nice couple, a
railroad coupling.
Cute.
Guests of Mr. Bandusky's.
All right, go ahead.
Let them go.
Jesus, I know
better than this.
Come on, Candy,
it's just a gig.
Gig, my ass.
You've obviously never
wrestled with a drunk, stoned,
horny Dominican.
These guys are Bolivians.
They're drug dealers.
So?
So they'll try to push coke
up your nose the first half
of the night, something
else somewhere it
doesn't belong the other half.
If I scream, you
better hit someone.
No, you better
just shoot someone.
It's important that the
first move happen quickly.
You understand I have creditors.
Ted can take
care of it tonight.
Some guests of Mr.
Bandusky's are here.
Yes, some young ladies
who are anxious to meet you.
I thought an
introduction might be
appropriate, in view of
our developing business
relationship.
Have them come in.
Rafael Soto, Faith,
Georgie, Candy.
Pleasure.
Ted?
I got to go.
I got to tell the boss.
See you in my office
tomorrow afternoon.
OK, Sammy.
Ted's got someplace to go.
So you're going to
give me a ride home.
Sir, I'm supposed to--
yes, sir.
We obtained a
warrant on Rafael Soto.
I thought we didn't
do drug dealers.
He's running an angle on
kidnapping and armed robbery.
The powers that be
want a message sent.
The warrant itself, of course,
is pretty much bullshit.
I guess we're just going
to have to light him up.
We'll hit them at dawn,
when they're good and sleepy.
There'll be guards and
lots of guns, all right?
Everyone in the house
is assumed to be a perp,
I mean everyone, and should
be treated accordingly.
Sergeant Credey here will
pass out the assignments.
Any questions?
All right, we move out at 0300.
You heard the man.
Let's get a move on, people.
Fucking dawn raids, huh?
I hate getting to work
before the bars close.
Know what I mean, John?
John?
You know what I mean?
I heard you guys had a little
target practice last night.
I'm sorry I missed it.
Me too.
Now, hey, listen, it's just
a little initiation, John, OK?
Brings you into the unit.
It made me feel all
warm and fluffy inside.
Hey, fellas, we're
taking a little pool
on who scalps Soto, $50 a pop.
Who's in?
I'm in.
What about it, John?
You in?
What a lovely neighborhood.
Beautiful day.
Too bad we have
to wreck it today.
Excuse me, sir, we're
looking for the access
road for the interstate.
Well, this looks like
a very interesting--
Excuse me!
[gunshots]
What the fuck is going on?
It came from the front.
What's that shit on your face?
[gunshots]
Where the fuck are you guys?
We're right here.
[gunshots]
Team one has
the front secured.
Team two owns the back.
Sweep the house.
We'll secure the outside.
Where are all the
cops when you need them?
Wait!
Back off, you motherfuckers,
if you so much as move.
[gunshots]
All right, let's
clear out the house.
Bobby, John, Forest,
take the upstairs.
Janice, Speedy,
take the basement.
Zero, you got the
ground floor with me.
Remember, these fuckers
know you are here now.
If they have not
surrendered yet,
they're probably waiting
to put a cap in your ass.
[gunshots]
God damn mother fucking.
[gunshots]
Fuck.
All right, we're clear.
We're clear.
That one's Soto.
Looks like you won
the pool, Trace.
Upstairs is secure?
Gentlemen, we have the house.
Devon's calling it in.
Fire it up, boys.
On a sunny day like this,
these mother fuckers are going
to start stinking real fast.
Let's go down to the
kitchen before Zero
drinks all the beer.
Are we having a moment?
I'll be down in a minute.
Fucking guy hasn't
got any stomach.
Get dressed.
My clothes are
in the bathroom.
You're in a closet.
Pick anything.
These are men's clothes.
There, that's you.
Stay right here until I
come back and get you.
Let's go.
We're going to go down
the hall very slowly.
If I wave you back, that means
you duck into the closest room.
You can't slice
those motherfuckers.
But what about protein?
I want to get something I
can bulk up a little bit.
Fuck protein, drink a shake.
Good job of hiding.
I was just talking to this
guy a couple of hours ago.
Anyone you were talking
to a couple of hours ago
looks pretty much the same.
I was with two other women.
Sorry.
Jesus, but you guys are cops.
Can you climb?
What?
There's a trellis outside
the bathroom window.
Can you climb?
I don't have any shoes.
A few splinters
between your toes
is going to be the
least of your problems.
If you make it
halfway down the wall,
you can jump the
rest of the way.
Are you kidding me?
These guys catch me,
they're going to kill me.
You will definitely be killed.
So you're going to
go to the window,
climb outside, go down the
wall, run across the yard,
and disappear.
- Now?
Yes, now.
How many people do you see?
Two.
When I start shooting,
they should come inside.
That's when you go.
What if they stay outside?
Hope they don't look up.
Shit, I can't believe
this is happening.
You ready?
Sure, I'm looking
forward to it.
[gunshots]
What happened?
This one was still alive.
We had a walking
dead here, Lou.
Trace put him back down.
Everybody relax, we
got it under control.
Trace?
Fucker was on his feet,
halfway out the door, Lou.
That is fucking bullshit.
He was dead when I capped him.
Then I guess I shot a zombie.
Yeah, well, there's not much
of him left to go anywhere now.
Jittery motherfucker.
Man, that happened to me once.
Asshole just didn't want to die.
Paramedics almost saved his ass.
No, no, I don't think
he's going to last.
Devin's starting to give him
that look he gave Brendan.
Here he is.
Hey, I thought I saw one
of those guys twitching.
You want to check it out for me.
You're just jealous
because I won the pool.
Rookie luck.
All that means is that
you've got to buy the beer.
Speaking of which.
You ought to check
out the kitchen.
There's a whole
banquet in there.
See, that's why I like hitting
the drug lords, better chow.
You coming?
You'll know when I am.
You need to lower
your profile, John.
Devin doesn't have
a lot of patience
with fuck ups or problems.
Which one am I?
That's free advice.
You get what you pay for.
Let's go.
Go.
Trace!
You out here?
Hey, Trace!
Over here, Sergeant.
Crime scene will be
out here in five minutes.
Devin wants everyone
out here and back
to the office for a debriefing.
- Right.
Get a move on.
So Speedy goes, oh,
oh, oh, hey, Bobby.
I think that one guy--
I think that one guy was a cop.
What are you thinking?
I'm like, I don't fucking no.
I was being polite.
I was-- what are we going to go
back and pull out the bullets?
No.
I don't know.
[chatter]
[laughter]
Show us how you talk, man!
Hey, come on, how's your chest?
I don't fucking
talk like that.
I got bitched out
by the chief today.
You want to know why?
Why?
Not for shooting 12 people
and losing two hostages,
but for banging up
four cars this month.
They're not counting bodies.
They're counting dents, you see?
No, I don't.
Some hooker watches
us waste a drug dealer,
and complains as a
matter of policy.
The unit gets crippled because
of a bullshit investigation
the mayor doesn't want
to authorize, but has to.
I'll put the lives of
two whores on the amount
of good we did here today.
Apparently you did, Lou.
I thought you'd make
an easier fit here, John.
Transfer me back to patrol.
Chief won't go for that.
Here, you're under control.
There's no telling what
you'll say out there.
So then I guess you'll
have to kill me too.
Dead cops are too public.
Of course, I'm not totally
discounting the idea.
Thought you liked me
because I was a chest stabber.
I've never given
you my back, John.
So where does that leave us?
I'm a chest stabber too.
You'll see me coming.
Is Paul here?
He's in the office.
It's all here.
It's all right.
You fucking scumbag.
Jesus, Candy--
I just called your apartment.
Get him out of here.
Give us a couple
of minutes, will you?
Nice to see you too.
You set me up.
That's right, Candy.
I figured it was
the best way to get
rid of three of my employees.
This way, I could open their
lockers and sell their pasties.
Then Sam set us up.
Sam called me the minute
it broke in the news.
He was shitting a brick.
He thought it was going
to come back on us.
He even asked me to
get Tito out of town.
No, that's bullshit.
He took Tito with him.
He knew.
You'd think he
would have left three
girls there if he knew the cops
were going to serve a warrant?
It wasn't a warrant, Paul.
It was a fucking hit.
They killed everybody
in the house.
They would have killed me too.
The news said it was cops.
They were cops.
Yeah, this is Paul
at Treasure Chest.
Get me Sam.
I don't care what
he's doing, moron.
Get him.
Sam?
I got Candy right
here in front of me.
Yeah, OK.
He'll be here in 30 minutes.
Happy now?
Sure, Paul, I'm ecstatic.
So this cop snuck you out of
there past all the other cops
and let you go, but
you don't know why?
I didn't ask.
He just told me that
they're supposed
to kill everyone in the house.
Do you think they expected
me to be in that house?
Did he give you his name?
No.
Did he ask you yours?
No.
Did you leave anything
there that can lead them
back to you, a purse, a wallet?
I never take a
purse on a trick.
My clothes were in the bathroom.
I still don't understand
why this cop let you go.
It doesn't make any sense.
Faith and Georgia,
they're both dead.
We're sure of that, right, Sam?
Yes, Paul, we're sure of that.
Cops don't behave like this.
Papers said it was the
Scar Unit, same guys who shot
up the Duke crew last year.
Do we have a sympathetic
ear with these guys?
No, but I know
someone who does.
Well, get your someone
to put me in with the boss.
This might be a bad coincidence.
Or we may have an
issue to address.
So you want to get out of town?
Hell yeah.
One day, I'm doing business
with these Bolivians.
And the next day, the cops
kill every fucking one of them.
Do you have a place
for her to cool
her jets for a couple of days?
Oh yeah, I got a
crash pad in the back.
OK, you stay here until
I get this sorted out.
Whatever needs to be done,
I'll take care of it.
Paul will have Tito
keep an eye on you.
You'll be safe, as long as
you don't leave the club.
Thanks, Sam.
It's OK, sweetheart.
It's just good business.
You can't hold on to good help
if you let them all get killed.
Listen up, it's last call.
Can I get you another?
I'm not done with this one.
I know.
There's a two drink minimum.
Oh, that's what the big, red,
two drink minimum sign meant.
(SINGING) I called our
your name in a misty dream
last night, saw that
old smile that I missed.
Ready for that
drink, hot shot?
I'd like to meet her.
Tell me this isn't
that kind of place.
I'll get you another Coke.
(SINGING) As real as
all those tears I cried,
because my poor
heart aches each time
I wait, knowing that
you're not here.
But what can i do?
So, you ready to leave?
I don't think so.
The bartender just took my 20.
Let's try it again.
You ready to leave?
Refresh my memory.
What did I do?
We have a low tolerance
for pervs and flakes.
I guess you don't get a
lot of those kinds in here.
OK.
Let's go.
Think very carefully about
your next move, big guy.
You on official
business, officer?
Maybe I'm looking
for a special friend.
What's your best guess?
My best guess is
you're a drunk, off duty
cop about 10 seconds away
from embarrassing himself
in a titty bar.
Come back another time.
I'll buy you a drink.
You know, when you put it that
way, you make a lot of sense.
Oh, don't forget your 20.
Appreciate your time
this morning, Lieutenant.
Well, I've been
asked to extend you
every reasonable
courtesy, Mr. Bandusky.
Sam.
What can I do for you, Sam?
I read in the papers
about Rafael Soto.
You and everybody else.
I was wondering if we
can expect to see that kind
of thing happening more often.
Well, Rafael Soto was
a publicly violent man.
I like to think we all
sleep a little better
knowing that he's not
shooting up the town anymore.
Well, I'd sleep
a little better
knowing you weren't
going to be waking
me up one of these mornings.
Where does this sudden
concern stem from, Sam?
The girls who were
killed in Soto's mansion
were acquaintances of mine.
And it occurred to me that--
Sam, Scar is a
selected crime unit.
We only target chronic,
violent offenders.
We wouldn't be having
this conversation if I
thought you fit that profile.
I'm sorry about your girls.
But it was an accident,
not a message.
OK, you do know that one
of them made it out alive,
don't you?
In fact, one of your
cops snuck her out.
He came around my club
looking for her about three
this morning, probably
looking for a gratitude fuck.
Did he find her?
My guys follow orders.
I realize she could
be potentially
damaging to your unit.
And I was wondering what you
might want to do about that.
You're not trying to
shake me down, are you, Sam?
I'm not looking for that kind
of relationship, Lieutenant.
We're in a position to
do a lot for each other.
We are?
Oh yeah, you said so yourself.
You're not looking for guys
like me, who do their business
quietly, relatively peacefully.
You're looking for the
psychos and the scumbags.
I'm 100% behind you.
I am in a position to send you
in the right direction looking
for those kind of people.
Really?
We're cops, not assassins.
I'm finding a moral
and professional
common ground, which brings
me back to this girl I have.
Obviously, Sam, I would
rather she didn't surface.
That's all you need
to say, Lieutenant.
So what's the story?
We got a bullshit anonymous
tip on some joker name Larry
Strode.
Since he's number
three on our shit list,
Devon wants us to check it out.
Another jerk off
wasting my time.
Check the back, let's
get the fuck out of here.
[gunshots]
Shit!
What are we shooting?
[gunshots]
John, where you going?
Huh?
[gunshots]
Where you going, John?
[gunshots]
How's Zero?
Pretty fucking dead, Sarge!
That's fucking great.
That's fucking great!
Hey, John!
You know you killed Zero, right?
It seemed like the
appropriate response
to a fucking shotgun in my face!
You killed a cop.
You've got a big fucking
problem now, John.
I can't wait to hear
your solution, Sarge.
Well, you know you called it.
Why don't you come
in here and get me?
Half the job is
going to be here
in three, four minutes, John.
Be a real shame if
they took me alive, huh?
No big deal to me, John,
baby, with your record
and our testimony, try to
figure out how you're going
to stay the fuck out of jail.
Me, personally, I'd rather
die than go to jail, man.
Let me get this straight.
You want me to let you
kill me, is that it?
It would be clean, line
of duty, a hero's funeral,
and your family would
collect a pension.
You're out of your
fucking mind, Sarge!
The whole bunch of you are
living in your own world.
Yeah, we are.
That's right.
But you think of
the alternative.
You'll be disgraced
the public and raped
in prison for the rest
of your fucking life.
I know what I'd do.
I bet you do, Sarge.
[gunshots]
Move it!
Son of a bitch!
Fuck.
Come on, Sam, you told her.
No, I'm not.
OK, OK, but look, I'm just
going to tell you something.
It's your call.
And what you're doing is wrong.
No, I'm not-- I'm
not saying that.
OK, OK, I'll tell
Tito to go along.
Fucking Sam, he ain't happy
getting two of my girls shot.
Go along where?
He's sending someone
to pick up Candy.
I mean, he must
think that I take
an ad out in the
newspaper to hire
quality pussy off the street.
I am not going
to kill her, Paul.
She gave me a Christmas present.
You don't have to do shit.
Just take the ride.
Why?
Because I'm fucking
telling you to.
That's why.
She trusts you.
Just tell her that
Sam wants to see her.
She doesn't have to know
she's getting popped,
till it happens.
You're a
compassionate guy, Paul.
Tito this, Tito that,
move to Florida.
Candy, Sam wants to see you.
You have any idea
what's going on?
No.
Ready to buy me
that drink now?
Hello again, put together a bag,
whatever you think you'll need.
You got a car?
Not here.
What does he drive?
A Lincoln.
What half ass
gangster doesn't?
Keys.
Fuck you.
Before you dust off
your brain and start
getting any smart
ideas, you ought to know
I killed a cop 45 minutes ago.
So popping a bouncer
with a bad attitude
is a short step backward.
Can I ask you something?
My boss and your
boss exchanged stories.
Then they decided
to kill us both.
Tito here was going to hold
your hand until they found
a good place to dump your body.
I gave you a
Christmas present.
He's a fucking nut job.
Trust me or you don't.
Either way, I'm going
to keep you alive.
Keys.
Come out of your pocket
with anything bigger
than your naked lady
key chain, we're
going to have the shortest
argument on record.
My apologies, she's
wearing a bikini.
[grunting]
Everybody stop!
Thanks.
We'll finish this later.
You've got to be kidding me.
You know where
he parks his car.
Out back.
Good.
Turn around, Tito.
Oh!
Man, you better
not be a nut job.
Let's go.
Were you telling me the
truth about Tito and Sam?
You're a few minutes
slow with that question.
Oh shit.
We should go?
Yeah, they're the
Farrel Brothers.
They work for Sam.
They must be here for me.
Can they recognize you?
Ted just did.
Shit.
OK, of course, Tito didn't go
for his periodic maintenance
check.
Are they getting out of the car?
Ted is.
Do me a favor, please?
Put your head down.
What?
Get down, now!
[gunshots]
You shoot and
I'll start the car!
OK!
[gunshots]
I'm gonna run out
of bullets soon!
It's not my car!
OK, got it!
Get us the hell out of here!
Jesus!
I haven't driven in a while.
Put the gear
shift to the letter
D and we'll move forward!
Ha ha.
[gunshots]
He's still with us.
How am I supposed to lose him?
I don't know,
You knew D made us go forward.
[gunshots]
Eyes on the road, Allison!
How did you know--
It's on your rap sheet,
nicer name than Candy.
You must be Officer Friendly.
[gunshots]
I thought you didn't
know how to drive.
I said I hadn't
driven in a while.
[gunshots]
Killed him, didn't I?
No, I think he should be OK.
You think?
Look, you did
what you had to do.
We got to ditch this car,
find a safe place to sit down,
relax, and think about what
our next move is going to be.
Our next move?
You mean this is as
far as your planned?
I had a shootout with
the police this morning.
Then I had to rescue you
from the mob this afternoon.
It's been a busy day.
I'm not going to be able
to relax and put myself
in your hands, am I, Friendly?
Unbe-- fucking-- lievable.
I sent a couple of uniforms
over to his apartment.
I don't think
he's that stupid.
So where else we
going to find him?
He's a deranged cop killer
with a city on his back.
He's got to turn up.
He already has, Lou.
He just abducted a stripper from
a titty bar called the Treasure
Chest in the Fourth District.
He killed one guy
in the parking lot,
and another one
during the car chase.
They get him?
Uh-uh, he ditched the
car about a mile away.
There's an alert
out for him now.
Definitely traced?
Yeah, one of the responding
detectives played a hunch
and showed his photo.
Fuck!
That's got to be the whore
he cut loose from Soto's place.
You think he's trying
to make a move on us?
He's got nothing to lose.
You send Speedy and Forest
over to the tit bar.
Maybe they can come up with
an address on the pros.
I'm out.
Get all those things
put together, OK?
Come on.
Come on, these are
all legs and feet.
Come on, give me some
heads, all right?
Jesus, the last legitimate
business, I'm going to--
yeah?
You hear the news?
I thought you were going
to handle your guy, Devon.
I thought you were
going to kill that hooker.
Looks like we're both
shooting blanks today.
Listen, I just sent a
couple of cops over there.
You give them
anything they ask for.
Are you hitting
me up for freebies?
Information, Sam,
give them information.
You know something, Devon, I'm
in bend with you for six hours.
And I don't like it already.
Well, you like it
a lot less if you
try to roll out on me now.
Listen, hook up with Bobby,
and go toss Trace's apartment.
Maybe we can figure
out where he goes.
I wasn't expecting
him to dodge
a point like shotgun blast.
Zero must have
moved up too fast.
I like that, Janice.
Blame it on the dead guy.
Is this a safe place?
Safe for a little while.
I keep an apartment downtown.
This mortgage isn't in my name.
And neither is the phone bill.
For professional purposes?
For it's nobody's
fucking business purposes.
Nice old car.
New old car, '59 Corvette
convertible with factory miles.
I guess that thing
you do pays pretty well.
Too well.
Can you park this baby
on the street around here
without it being
stolen or towed?
This is a good neighborhood.
Good, you should park it out
around the back of the house,
somewhere around the block.
Why?
Well, one, it'll look
like we're not here.
And, two, if we have
to get away quick,
we can just go
through the backyard.
Oh, good idea.
Go with it.
I'm going to take a shower.
Where's all the doors?
They're being refinished.
I thought it might be
some kind of a statement.
No, no statement.
There's probably enough hot
water left if you shower fast.
That would be great.
But I don't think I'm going
to fit into any of your stuff.
I could find you
my dad's stuff.
You look about his size.
Does he live here?
He did.
This is my inheritance,
bad wiring and all.
And it's Ali.
The only time I ever hear
Allison is right after,
will the defendant please rise?
Janice, please tell me
you called Zero's family.
I did.
Let's get a move on, people.
When I get that call, we're out.
Forest, for the last time,
get the fuck off my desk.
Fuck you, you piece of shit.
Yes, sir?
Yeah, OK, yeah, I'll call
the mayor and fill him in.
All right, yeah.
Fucking chief, now I got
to hold his hand through
this whole butt fuck operation!
Zero's dead ass already
makes this a god damn parade.
Where are we?
We're working on it.
Don't work on it,
Sergeant, fucking do it.
If some sector
cop picks them up,
it's going to be a bitch
to get them killed.
What about the
district attorney?
Scar is sanctioned all
the way up the department's
chain of command, and
the mayor's office.
Could go as far as the governor.
Then the feds.
Assuming they're interested.
We have a less than
believable story.
You're a cop.
That's got to count
for something.
I killed another cop.
That counts for a lot more.
Do you have any
ideas of your own?
Or are you just happy
enough shooting down mine?
The police
academy was a little
sketchy about a
situation like this one.
You wouldn't happen to have
a couple of boxes of bullets
lying around, would you?
No, but I do have a gun.
A pearl handle 25 would have
been a little more ladylike.
My father was in the army.
Does it work?
Sure, I shoot squirrels
on Sunday mornings.
TV: Police tonight are searching
for rogue police officer John
Trace, and alleged prostitute
Allison Cheney in connection
with the slaying of police
officer Tom Zerotelly
earlier today.
Zerotelly was killed in a
blazing gun battle, the cause
of which is still unknown.
How did I get involved
in shooting a cop?
Devon's very thorough.
What if we called
the newspapers?
We'd have to back it up
by turning ourselves in.
And that's if Devon
doesn't get to us first.
Then there's your boss.
He's trying to kill us too.
You hungry?
I got some macaroni and cheese.
Why don't you go
into the living room
and see if I still
have a bottle of wine
left in that liquor cabinet?
You know I spent $200
on that dining room table.
I'd like to keep
it dark in here,
since you don't have
any curtains up.
It's a work in progress.
I figure I have another two or
three years before I move in.
Is that why you--
Entertain?
For the money,
early retirement?
Pretty much.
Why?
I don't know.
I-- I was wondering--
How I got started?
Probably as boring a story
as why you became a cop,
just kind of fall into a
job I guess, circumstances.
I have some money that
isn't tied into the house.
We could go to my
bank, get the cash,
and drive out of town tomorrow.
The idea of spending the
rest of my life a wanted killer
doesn't sound
particularly appealing.
John, we are wanted killers.
Nothing we do is going
to change that now.
We're in the neighborhood
of nothing left to lose.
We'll have to move at sunrise.
You take the back bedroom
that faces the yard.
I'll stay in the living room.
Keep some clothes on, in case
we have to leave in a hurry.
Why don't we go crazy
and share the bed?
I've had the benefit of
your professional expertise.
Lease I can do is
return the favor.
I'm not going to beg
or anything, John.
But I might get killed tonight,
or tomorrow, or real soon.
And I don't want my last
lover to have been a trick.
[gunshots]
Oh shit.
Are you hit?
Keep your head down.
If you see one of
those red dots,
stay the hell away from it.
It's a laser sight!
[gunshots]
Friends of yours?
Acquaintances.
Got any ideas?
I think we're going to
be safer in the hallway.
Can you shoot?
Pull the trigger.
You ready?
Sure.
Let's go.
[gunshots]
Shit!
[gunshots]
Stay down!
You OK?
All right, if we don't
make a move soon,
they're going to hit the house.
I'd rather deal with them
out there than in here.
You got a lighter?
No, oh wait, in my
makeup bag in the bathroom.
OK, great, stay right there.
[gunshots]
John?
I'm OK!
Watch out.
What the hell are you doing?
Giving them something
to think about.
Like, why did we
light ourselves on fire?
Come on.
Let's go light up
the living room.
This is my house, you know?
You want to renovate
it or be buried in it?
[gunshots]
So we're in a burning house
with the cops waiting outside.
What's phase three?
We wait and see
who comes in for us.
[gunshots]
You think you could
make it to the kitchen?
I just avoid the
red lights, right?
You got it.
You ready?
Yeah.
OK.
[gunshots]
Son of a bitch!
God, you're hit.
Shit.
OK, OK.
We're going out
through that door.
I want you to stay
right behind me.
You got the keys to the car?
Yeah.
When we get to the
car, start it up.
If I'm not with you,
take off without me.
I'm not going to do that.
I'm not planning
on sacrifice myself.
Neither should you.
You ready?
It's always about
sex with you, isn't it?
Let's go.
[gunshots]
Fucking bitch!
Come on, Trace!
We just want to talk!
[gunshots]
Go!
Go!
Go!
How's the shoulder?
It's bleeding.
There's a bandanna in
the glove compartment.
Do we need to find a doctor?
No, we need to find a
motel, something low key.
Do you know any?
I left my prostitutes
guide to sleazy motels
back at the house.
Also a drug store.
And I need more ammo.
More ammo?
You know, since
we've met, you've
got me framed for
murder, marked for death
by the mob and the police,
burnt down my house,
and bled all of my new car.
What do you do on a second date?
This is our second date.
On our first date,
I saved your life.
I don't want reporters
getting through.
That's real important.
Got that?
Make sure you hear what
I'm saying, no reporters.
Bobby's down too.
How bad/
Picking his brains out
of the fucking dandelions.
Forest got a make on
the car, but no plate.
You check hard on the whore.
See if you can come
up with something,
a mother, a brother, anything.
He went through our guys
like a fucking chainsaw.
He second guessed our tactics.
I guess we misread him.
His loyalty, not his talent.
I saw that in his eyes.
Nights like these make it
tough to recruit replacements,
don't it?
Replacing them
ain't hard, Sarge.
It's training them.
I wish I could train them
to do what he just did.
This was fucking beautiful.
Keep an eye on Annie.
I had three
complaints that she's
going through purses again.
I can't have that.
Why don't you just fire her?
What are you, kidding?
We're two girls short now
after Sam's last fiasco.
And he orders them up like
fucking cheeseburgers.
Besides, Tito, she's
got the biggest--
Hey, Paul.
Jesus, Candy,
what's the gun for?
It's in case I don't get
the point across with mine.
I can't believe you set me up.
Sam set you up, sweetie.
I just got caught in the middle.
You poor thing.
You had to sell me out,
you miserable fuck.
Yeah, I did.
- Why don't you two sit down?
- Where?
Sit down, Paul.
[grunt]
What was that for?
Sheer spite.
Stay on the floor.
No problem.
Tito and I are working
past an awkward macho
antipathy into a deeper,
more personal understanding.
You think I can develop
that kind of understanding
with Paul here?
It'll be tough.
You're a girl.
I could shoot
him in the balls.
That's pretty macho.
No, that's a
feminine instinct.
No guy would do
that to another guy.
What about his kneecap?
I could shoot him
in the kneecap.
That is masculine.
Are you kidding me?
Right here?
We're America's
Most Wanted, Paul.
To four five homicides, what's a
minor mutilation among friends?
Practically a misdemeanor.
What do you guys want?
You want fucking money?
I'll open the safe.
I hadn't thought about that.
But as long as you're offering.
We just want you to make
a couple of phone calls.
No problem.
I'm sorry, John, I just got
this urge to hit him where
it would hurt him the most.
I said I'd make the calls.
Guess I'm too
feminine to bond.
It's a good thing
you told me to back
off, Devon, because your guys
are lighting the world on fire.
It wouldn't have played out
any differently for you, Sam.
I could take a shot at it.
You had a shot at it.
Your boys couldn't even
kill a god damn whore.
Just sit tight.
I don't want this
turning into a circus.
You haven't been watching
the news, have you?
This is a fucking circus.
And your cops are getting
their asses kicked.
Is this why you called me,
to critique my performance?
Call you?
I didn't-- what
the fuck is this?
It's where the first
bullet goes if anybody
moves, right, Lieutenant?
Why don't you boys step out
now where I can see you.
That assumes that the stripper
is a threat just because she's
got a gun in her hand.
I pull the trigger, wherever
the red dot is, the bullet goes.
Kind of takes all the skill out
of shooting, doesn't it, Sam?
Hey, let's slow down here.
Well, obviously,
there's something
wrong with your strategy.
I don't care if you shoot Sam.
What's to stop me
from making a move?
Wondering what comes next.
I had you pegged
right from the start.
You got pure talent.
I wish you were just a
little more disciplined.
But--
The fact that I'm not a
psychotic killer is a handicap.
I'm going to tell you to two to
take your guns out very slowly
and put them on the floor.
You get one chance.
It's your job, Sam, to give
him a little encouragement.
Come on, let's go.
Go with the program.
You first.
Having the titty
bar guy call us
was brilliant, too obvious
to even look suspicious.
Kick it.
Now you.
I forgot my gun.
Repeat that line, we're
going to have the shortest
argument on record.
Get rid of the
fucking gun, Ted.
Got to do something to
keep him from warning us.
What did you do with him?
I locked him in his trunk.
Ted.
I know, Lou, you
would have killed him.
Locks can be opened.
How about you,
Sam, you carrying?
I swear to God I'm
not carrying a gun.
I'll take my fucking
clothes off if you want.
I think we can all
live without that, Sam.
I guess that brings
us to you, Lou.
I don't think so, John.
What makes you think
I got anything to lose?
You don't.
But neither do I. I'm
not going to make a move.
But I'm not giving up my gun.
The ball's in your court.
It never left my court.
You know, considering the fact
you're not a psychotic killer,
a lot of people have been
shot in the past few days.
It does get easier, every
time you pull the trigger.
No way, John, you're
not going to shoot me.
You know why I know that?
Because--
[gunshots]
I don't know how that guy
passed the lieutenant's exam.
He hasn't been right
about anything.
You got a price
on my girl's head?
Your girl?
Was there any particular
reason other than the one
I just eliminated?
No.
So you don't
have any incentive
to send anyone after us?
Other than the fact that you
just shot two of my best guys,
and then there's
the Farrel brothers?
That only amounts to
property damage, doesn't it?
Yeah, pretty much so.
We borrowed a little traveling
money out of Paul's safe.
You got a problem with that?
Until you point that
gun somewhere else,
I don't got a problem
with anything.
Consider it a dowry.
Why don't I consider it
a down payment for getting
rid of this pain in my ass?
That way, there's
no theft issue.
I don't kill for money, Sam.
That would make me a criminal.
You're no longer a cop.
What else is there?
That's a good point.
Sam?
That guy's got a
package and a half, huh?
You got to respect that.
Come on.
Let's go.
Get up.
Feel better?
Absolutely.
So this concept of
a dowry intrigues me.
Doesn't it usually
involve a marriage?
Well, that was
just a metaphor.
A metaphor, huh?
It's a bad idea to
mess with me, John.
I know.
I've seen you shoot.
Don't you even want to
know where we're going?
I trust you.
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