Unreported (2022) Movie Script
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(smooth funk music)
(static buzzing) (suspenseful music)
(Justin sighs)
(couple moaning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(couple grunting loudly)
[Justin] Do you like that, bitch?
(couple grunting loudly)
(curtains clattering)
(couple grunting loudly)
- Get off of me!
- Fuck you!
- Get the fuck off of me!
- Take my fucking dick!
(couple grunting)
(heartbeat thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(car whooshing)
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh my God, oh my God. (mutters)
(suspenseful music continues)
Yung Imaging is the most cutting-edge
medical imaging company in China.
And they've chosen us to
lead their advertising campaign in the US.
I want to thank all of you for all
of your hard work on making this happen.
I especially want to thank
Mr. Lake for leading the charge.
His immense contribution
has not gone unrecognized.
(hands clapping)
Thank you all, and we'll
meet again next week
to celebrate Mr. Lake's successful
closing of this account.
Okay, people, let's get back
to work and make some money.
Thank you.
(tense music)
(curtains clattering)
(Justin breathing deeply)
(tense music continues)
Hey there, senior partner.
Hey.
(lips smacking)
- Congratulations.
Thank you.
Couldn't have done it without you.
I know.
I'm just glad you're figuring it out.
And don't forget all that love
when you're handing out bonuses.
Oh gosh, I get a promotion,
and you go straight to the checkbook.
I do, I do.
You're a piece of work, Connie.
(phone ringing)
- I know.
Justin Lake's office, may I help you?
May I ask who's calling?
Lisa?
He is actually in a meeting right now.
Can I take a message for him?
Will do, thanks so much.
Bye.
Sorry about that, but thank you.
Okay, you really need to talk to her
and tell her it's over.
Quit ducking her calls.
I did months ago, she keeps calling.
I can't get her to stop calling.
I don't know what to do.
(sighs) Anyway, what time is it?
Ah shit, I gotta go.
Great, another woman
to have pining over you
after you break her heart?
No Connie, thank you very much.
I'm not that bad anyway.
Am I really that bad?
Do you really want me to answer that?
No, because I have to
go and pick my son up.
We're gonna go shoot some hoops.
And oh, later I'm gonna
meet up with Gary and Mike.
If you wanna come down, have
some drinks with us, feel free.
But please, if you're still
dating that whiny Cuban guy,
don't even bother.
Get a movie and just stay home.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
I'm going to confirm your
meeting with Mr. Yung.
And the numbers have changed a little bit,
so make sure you go over
that this weekend, okay?
- I will.
- Okay.
Thank you, Connie.
You're the best.
By the way, next week, bigger
office and a big raise.
You just said the magic words, raise.
Thank you. (lips smacking)
Congratulations again.
Please tell Brian I said hello.
- I will.
- And have a great weekend.
Thank you.
What's up cutie, what you doing?
(tense music)
Well, that sounds incredibly boring.
We know you work too much, Michelle.
(bus engine humming)
Well, that makes two of us.
All right, well, how about
we get together tomorrow?
Got a little news I want to share with you.
Plus, I'm going through some
hardcore withdrawals over here.
You know that.
All right.
I'll see you later, bye.
(tense music continues)
Justin.
Jesus Christ, Lisa,
what are you doing here?
I've been calling you for the last month,
and you're blowing off my calls.
No, I'm not blowing you off, I'm busy.
Okay, what do you call
it when you keep calling
and calling somebody and they
don't answer their phone,
and then they get their
assistant to lie for them?
(Justin sighs)
We went from having amazing
mind-blowing sex to nothing.
I thought that we had something special.
- Special?
- Yeah.
Really, we had a couple
drunk nights, Lisa.
That's it.
So, yeah.
Stop.
That doesn't have to be all it is.
Stop it, listen, listen, listen.
Hey, listen to me, okay?
It's not you, it's me, okay?
I'm just not ready for anything serious.
Okay.
I've heard that before, okay?
You don't have to be scared, all right?
Every relationship goes through
- highs and lows.
- No, no.
No, no, we are not in a relationship, okay?
We had sex, there is a
mighty big difference.
Okay.
Justin, don't you this, okay?
Because I really need this right now, okay?
I need you.
Listen to me.
It's over, okay?
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I don't want to see you anymore.
So goodbye, good luck.
Stop calling me though.
It's getting really weird, okay?
- Stop.
- Justin.
Justin?
(tense music)
Fucker!
So that's him, huh?
Looks like a pretty boy.
He's a fucking asshole.
And I didn't even get the
chance to freaking tell him.
You sure he's the one
who got you pregnant?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I don't know why you keep
fucking all these niggers.
See, this is what happens when
you lay down with animals.
You get fleas.
Fuck you.
(tense music continues)
(vibrant hip hop music)
[DJ] 1-900-HUSTLE,
Siegel, holla at your boy.
What's the problem, shorty?
Yeah, what up, man?
I'm calling from Brooklyn down here, man.
I'm trying to lock a
spot down, holla at me.
[DJ] HOVA, line one.
Here's a couple of suggestions
of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town,
you send him a short message
Ooh, ooh, baby!
Oh, it's gonna come.
Top Gun 'em.
'Cause most don't know
a brick from a bite
They keep buying hard white
And if you free tomorrow night
We can meet and discuss price
FYI, I've never been wrong
Finding chicks, two
holed up in the crib
(people chattering)
What's good, man?
What's up, yo, what's up?
Y'all can't get in?
So I only have two more
days of the antibody.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm gon fuck the shit out of you.
Yes.
Oh, damn.
All right, all jokes aside.
Both of y'all are too fine.
I don't know if I can choose.
Who said you had to choose?
We do everything together.
And we do mean everything.
(lips smacking)
You think you can hang?
Ooh.
(lips smacking)
Oh lord, okay.
Sexual chocolate, where you going?
Sexual chocolate?
Man, if you don't get your big ham
and cheese eating hands up off of me, man.
No bands, you can't get in.
No bands, what about a breath mint?
If I give you a breath mint can I get in?
Gary, what's up, man?
That's our man, he set it up for us.
All right, my boys are here.
We gonna have to pick this up later, okay?
A brick with seven 20s till
they tired, with no credit
You know you sick with
that gotta eat fetish
[Gary] Hey, what's goin' on?
Now we polite, right?
- Now we polite, right?
- What's goin' on?
This man got problems over here, man.
[Gary] Come on, man,
I got girls back here.
Come on.
Ladies, ladies.
What's up, what's up?
These are my boys.
- This is Justin.
- Hello.
- This is my man Mike.
- How you doin'?
Hmm, my type of ladies right here, yeah.
What it do, boo?
Boo?
You don't know me like that.
And who says boo anymore anyway?
I do.
Don't.
We'll talk to you again later.
Excuse me, sexy.
Hmm, go get a drink and...
Ooh, watch your hand now.
- Maybe he can come to.
- Oh, him?
Me, I can come?
I think they were looking
for tall, dark and handsome.
Not short, dark and handsome.
Whatever, they both need
to get their toes done.
Light skin is back in.
Here we go.
[Mike] This is very nice.
You might as well hand me mind, baby.
Thank you, darling.
I appreciate it.
Well, here, I'll just go
ahead and hook Mike up. (laughs)
Hey, it's on him.
Congratulations on the promotion, player.
Thank you, thank you. (glasses clinking)
Here you go, man. (glasses clinking)
- There it is.
- All right.
(cell phone buzzing)
(people chattering)
Lisa?
Dude, that's the same Lisa that I told you.
Yeah.
[Gary] Man, it took me
months to get rid of her.
Great in bed, but not altogether upstairs.
Yeah, exactly.
Next time make sure do not let me
go home with the drunk, crazy chick please?
[Gary] I won't.
Make sure I go home with the drunk one.
Yeah, let Mike go home with her.
[Gary] He always go home
with drunk, crazy women.
No, no, no, drunk, crazy fat women.
No, no, drunk fat women.
They don't be crazy.
(Justin laughs)
[Gary] They'd be crazy messing with you.
[Justin] I was just about to say.
(laughs)
(tense music)
What's up, Justin?
How you feeling?
(tense music continues)
Uh, good.
Do I know you?
We're almost like family
and you don't even know it.
(tongue clicking)
That's a damn shame.
I think you got me confused
with somebody else, my man.
No, I don't.
You're dating my sister Lisa.
Lisa?
Lisa?
Oh, Lisa.
No, listen, I don't know
what she's told you, but we...
Shh, that's right.
You don't know what she's told me.
Now look, I know all relationships
have their ups and downs, but
she really cares about you.
And I think that you and her are
gonna be working things out,
one big happy family, right?
No, not right.
As I was saying before, I
don't know what she's told you,
but we are definitely not
working it out, my man.
Well, you might wanna try harder
to make it work, you fucking punk.
She's pregnant.
And the two of you are gonna
have a baby to raise soon.
So you better do whatever you
gotta do to make it right.
Whoa, what the...
You aren't just gonna come over here.
I ain't gonna do what?
You better back the fuck off, homeboy.
Listen, my man, I don't know you,
but Lisa and I are definitely
not working it out, all right?
So if you don't mind, my friends and I are
gonna get back to our evening, okay?
(chuckles) You got some big balls, pal.
I like that.
But I'm gonna let you mull
it over for a little while.
Gentlemen, it's nice to meet you.
Enjoy your evening.
[Gary] Dude, what the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
That's definitely a reminder not to fuck
with any of your crazy bitches.
[Gary] My?
You ain't gonna put that shit on me.
Fuck that, man, I'm sticking
with the fellas, all right?
Bros before hos.
[Gary] Oh shit.
[Mike] Mm-hmm.
Dance with me.
(tense music)
Gotta go.
I'm just gonna drink my drink.
(tense music continues)
I thought you wanted to dance?
Actually, I was thinking maybe we can
go back to my place and have a drink.
That is tempting.
I'm kinda seeing somebody though, sweetie.
Well, what about a ride?
Can't you just give me a ride back?
I really don't wanna be
outside looking like this.
No, I don't want you outside
looking like that either.
Just a ride, come on.
What harm is a ride gonna do?
Come on.
Just a ride?
Just a ride.
You gotta come in and have a drink with me.
Hmm.
Don't take advantage of me.
(door bangs)
[Clair] Is Vodka okay?
Yeah.
(tense music continues)
(ice cubs rattling)
Oh God.
No, no. (clears throat)
(tense music continues)
(ice cubes rattling)
(Justin clears throat)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
Oh wow.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
You comfy?
Very, very.
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
No worries tonight. (voice echoes)
We're just gonna have a good time.
(voice echoes)
Just me and you. (voice echoes)
No strings attached.
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
(Clair giggling) (lips smacking)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
I'll be right back. (voice echoes)
(heels clacking)
(Justin groans)
(Justin groans)
(body thuds) (Justin groans)
[Justin] Oh shit.
(Justin breathing heavily)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)
Oh shit.
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, man. (mutters)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps pattering)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
You ready to have some fun? (laughs)
Yeah you are, aren't you?
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Justin groans)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Hello, Jus! (hand knocking)
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!
(suspenseful music continues)
Jus?
(door bangs)
Wake up.
Make a drink. (ice cubes rattling)
Wake your ass up, man.
Time to take this money off you.
(water splashing)
Yo, Jus.
(water splashing)
Hey, man. (hand knocking)
Let's go.
Hey, dog.
You ready to go over Mike's
house and play some poker?
(fists banging) (water splashing)
I totally forgot we
were playing today, buddy.
I think I'm coming down
with a cold or something.
(laughs) I think old
girl just rode you hard
and put you away wet.
And she was fine.
Yeah.
I think I'm gonna take a
rain check on this one.
I'll call you later, okay?
All right.
Hey, you sure you all right there, man?
(chuckles) Yeah.
I'm great, man.
[Gary] All right, bro.
Imma go ahead and take all
this money off of Mike myself.
Take it easy.
Hope you feel better, man.
(water splashing) (tense music)
(footsteps tapping) (door banging)
Whoa.
(footsteps tapping)
(tense music)
(hand knocking)
(glass bangs)
(Justin groans)
(hand knocking)
Who is it?
[Michelle] Hey baby, it's me.
Oh shit.
Hold on.
Coming.
Hey, this is a nice surprise.
A surprise?
You told me to come over
for dinner, remember?
Right.
Don't tell me you forgot about me.
No, no, come in, come, here.
Let me grab that.
Just come in.
Justin, are you drunk?
No, I just had a little
bit of wine earlier.
Come here, I missed you, baby.
(lips smacking)
Justin, stop.
Come on, let's skip the foreplay today.
Justin, please, stop.
Let me go, you're hurting me.
Will you stop?
Get the hell off of me.
What is wrong with you? (hand slaps)
No means no!
Justin, what is going on?
Michelle.
Look, can we just get
a do-over for tonight?
Talk to me, Jus.
No, I can't, I can't, I can't.
I can't.
Do you want me to make
you something to eat?
- I mean, maybe that'll help...
- No, no, no.
- Sop up the alcohol.
- No, no.
Look, I just, I need to get some rest.
Can we just reschedule?
Okay.
But I'm here if you wanna talk.
Great, thank you, I appreciate it.
I'll walk you to the door.
Don't forget your purse.
I'll call you, okay?
Okay.
(door bangs)
[Journalist] The body of
a Fresno woman was found
in a Downtown area hotel
in what an inside source
with the LAPD described as
a gruesome murder scene.
The police are looking for any leads
that may help to find her killer.
Detective Daniels from the LAPD says.
[Daniels] We don't have
any details just yet.
Our investigation is still in
progress, but I'll say this.
We have some leads that we're
following up on very aggressively.
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(Justin sighs)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(fist banging)
(hand tapping)
Jus!
(hand knocking)
Yo, man.
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(fist banging) (Gary shouting)
Justin!
Man.
[Justin] Give me the fuckin' pussy!
- Been out here for the last...
- You fuckin' ho!
Hour banging on the door.
Swell and I both have been
calling you for the last...
Shut the fuck up, Gary!
Goddamn it, fuck, man!
- You're serious right now.
- What the fuck
are you doing here?
- You're serious right now.
- Fuck!
I'm missing my lunch so I
can come and check on you.
By the way, you look like shit, okay?
I can understand you blowing off.
Shut the fuck up, Gary.
No, I can understand you
blowing off our poker game.
- Fuck you.
- Hey, fuck me?
Okay. (hands clapping)
I don't fuckin' care
about poker, asshole.
Here we go, hey, pay attention to this.
You blow off the biggest
fucking meeting in your career?
- Oh, fuck.
- Yeah, the career maker?
Mr. Yung, you remember that shit?
- Fuck!
- Yeah, fuck.
Now, who you yelling at?
Talk about misdirected anger, right?
I gotta get to the office.
You should have been
there three hours ago.
- You gotta go.
- Go, man, come on, man.
You've got to do better than this.
You gotta go, man.
- I gotta go.
- You coming?
- I'm coming, Gary.
- You sure?
Get the fuck out, man.
I'm coming.
I'll tear up each one of
you on the way, don't fuck up.
(tense music)
(car engine revving)
I have been calling you all morning.
Justin, Scottsdale is pissed.
Where the fuck is the Yung file?
He told me to get you to his
office the minute you showed up.
What is going on?
And let me just say that
you really need a shower.
Justin.
(dramatic music)
Get the f...
Justin, what is wrong with you?
(Justin sighs)
I'm sorry, Connie.
I'm just going through a lot right now.
Just tell me, did I lose the account?
I don't think so.
Scottsdale's been kissing
some pretty serious ass.
But you probably should be
worried more about losing your job.
Look, you need to go to the bathroom.
And you need to wash up
'cause you look and you smell terrible.
Look, just work your magic, okay?
Save the account.
Save your job.
(tense music)
(Justin sighs)
Oh shit, fuck.
(Justin sighs)
(Justin exhales)
Get it together, Justin.
(eerie music)
(water splashing)
(eerie music continues)
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Do you know how bad you
made this company look
with your no-show this morning?
Do you know how much I had to
grovel at this asshole's feet
trying to explain why
his rep didn't think he
was important enough to turn up?
Did I give you the impression
it was your time to speak?
My first mind tells me to have you
escorted from my fucking building
and thrown in the street!
But you seem to have made quite
the impression on Mr. Yung.
So you're gonna meet him
at his hotel this evening,
and you're gonna seal this
deal and get him to sign on.
I don't care if you have
to suck his fucking dick!
This isn't like you.
I've put a lot of trust in you,
Justin, but understand this.
If you screw this up, you're through here.
Are we clear?
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
The contract's in there.
The address is on the sticker.
Justin, you have to be there
at eight o'clock sharp, okay?
I'm sorry, Connie.
I, look, I can't afford
to lose this job, okay?
Just get it together, and then
you can tell me all about it.
- Okay.
- If you need anything else,
just call me.
(tense music)
(engaging hip hop music)
A little freak in the house
Justin, come on, come on! (hand slaps)
Woo-hoo, yeah!
(dramatic music)
(Clair groaning)
Come on, you don't know
what you're missing.
A little freak in the house
Justin, now this is the
way I like to do business.
[Escort] Wow.
A little freak in the house
You need to loosen up, sexy.
I know how we can get you relaxed.
A little freak in the house
Oh.
(engaging hip hop music)
Oh, oh, I like American woman, oh.
Whoa.
Look at her.
You know, I was thinking, Mr. Yung,
maybe we should get those contracts signed
before it gets a little too late.
We could sign the contracts later.
Now, we're going to enjoy ourselves.
(tense music)
Just enjoy yourself, relax.
No worries.
(tense music continues)
I really look forward
to working with you.
You seem like the type of man who
knows how to have a good time.
(hand pats)
(couple moaning)
Look, either you want to do
business with us, Mr. Yung,
or you don't, but I'm
not partying like that.
What?
What are you implying?
[Justin] You know what I'm implying.
Mr. Lake, I think it's
time for you to leave.
Just sign the fucking
contracts, Mr. Yung,
and I will leave!
Goodbye, Mr. Lake.
(tense music)
(escorts laughing)
Hello.
(lighter clicking)
(Justin groans)
(tense music continues)
(Justin mutters)
(traffic humming) (pedestrians chattering)
(tense music continues)
(phone ringing)
[Message] Hello, no one is
available to take your call.
Please leave a message after the tone.
(tone ringing)
[Scottsdale] I've put a
lot of faith in you, Justin.
You're through here.
(tense music continues)
(doorknob rattles)
Hi.
(door bangs)
I figured I'd stop by and get
that do-over you promised me.
How are you doing?
It's been a rough day.
(sighs) But it's definitely
looking better now.
Well, you have no idea
how good it's about to get.
You are so gonna get lucky.
(lips smacking)
(tense music continues)
(couple moaning) (lips smacking)
Give it to me, baby.
[Shadowy Figure] Yeah!
I'm done with you lying, you fucking bitch!
Come on, yeah!
(moans) Yeah, come on!
(lips smacking)
What's wrong?
Baby, come on.
I'll get on top.
Oh, looks like somebody
needs a little inspiration.
(lips smacking)
Come on, I'm just not in the mood.
Baby, I have been
waiting for this all week.
Let me take care of you.
Michelle.
I said no, Michelle.
Are you serious?
You're mad at me?
(sighs) Work with me, Justin.
What is wrong?
I'm just not in the mood, Michelle.
You were in the mood a
minute ago, what happened?
You know what, I think
it's time for you to go.
(bed sheets rustling)
(Michelle sighs)
(tense music)
(shoes scratching)
(car door bangs)
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
(Parker laughs)
You're such a cliche, Daniels.
A cop with a cup of coffee and a muffin.
You know, you really need
to start eating healthier.
Listen, Parker, this
sexy muscle car physique
runs on regular.
I eat crap that you don't want.
So I stopped at the club that Ms.
Underwood was at,
- and I spoke with the staff.
- Yeah.
Seems that nobody has
ever seen her before,
but they all remember
her figure in that dress.
Kinda hard not to
remember a body like that.
All right, I'm sorry.
What about the lab?
I got the toxicology report back.
It came back negative for Ms.
Underwood testing for GHB,
but the wine glass that we
found, that tested positive.
Also, you remember the blood on the sheets?
Yeah.
Well, Ms. Underwood's
blood type is A-negative,
and the blood on the sheets is O-positive.
Looks like we have
ourselves another victim.
[Daniels] And the plot thickens, huh?
Mm-hmm.
- Ugh.
- What?
You really drink this stuff?
That's coffee.
Real coffee, Parker.
Anyway, Ms. Underwood
decided to leave with some guy
at the club that all the women
that work there remember.
So I got a really good description.
That's it?
I mean, if that's all we got,
we still got a big old bag of nothin'.
Not necessarily.
They decided to get a VIP table
and pay with a credit card.
So I got the name of the
suspect's friend, Mr. Gary Ross.
Now, that is what I'm
talking about, Parker.
Yep.
Good job.
Yeah, we just might make a
detective out of you yet.
(Parker chuckles)
Should we go see Mr. Ross?
Let's go.
(car engine revving)
(birds chirping)
(couple chattering)
Maybe you could have round two.
- You ready for that?
- I'll be ready.
Okay.
(lips smacking) (birds chirping)
- Whoo.
- See you tonight.
Okay.
- Let's have some fun.
- Okay.
Damn, what kind of fine is this?
(car door bangs)
Get in with your bad self.
(car engine humming)
(trash bin scratching)
(footsteps thudding)
Mr. Gary Ross?
- Yes, Ma'am.
- I'm Detective Parker.
This is my partner, Detective Daniels.
How you doing, man?
We need to ask you a couple of questions.
Okay, about?
Were you at a club called
Salvage last Friday night?
Yeah.
Do you recognize this woman?
No, should I?
Who were you with that Friday night?
I met a buddy of mine for drinks.
What's your buddy's name?
Are you gonna tell me what this is about?
It's about murder, Mr. Ross.
So why don't you just go ahead
and tell us who you were at the club with.
Murder?
What do you mean murder?
That young lady was killed.
We're just tracking her whereabouts
to find out what happened.
Wow.
Can I look at it again?
Sure.
(tense music)
She's pretty.
I wish I could help you.
I don't, she doesn't look familiar.
I met a couple of young ladies and, well,
I was kind of tied up.
You know how it is.
I just gotta make sure
your story checks out.
Can you tell us the name of your friend?
Sure, his name is Mike Johnson.
I can give you his information.
Did Mr. Johnson also have
some company for the evening?
Really couldn't tell you.
You know, I was kind of tied up.
Come as a set, you know how that goes.
(chuckles) Okay, well
we'll probably be in touch
with you again, Mr. Ross.
I hope so.
- Thanks for your time.
- Yeah.
Check yourself.
(car beeps)
Lucky man.
(car engine revving)
[Daniels] Thinkin' you got
yourself a new fan there,
Ms. Parker.
[Parker] Cut it, Daniels.
Fuck.
Yo, Mike.
Yeah, it's Gary.
Dude, the chick that Justin left the club
with last week turned up dead.
Look, man, I don't know,
but the cops came by here asking about it.
I didn't tell them about Justin.
They're gonna be over to your place.
Don't tell 'em anything.
Yeah, just leave Justin out of it.
(tense music continues)
(somber piano music)
(discordant piano keys striking)
(tense music) (heartbeat thumping)
Justin.
(tense music continues)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense orchestral music)
(hand knocking)
(hand knocking)
Oh, ho, ho, hold up.
I'm coming.
(door creaking)
[Daniels] Michael Johnson?
Who wants to know?
[Daniels] I'm Detective Daniels.
This is Parker.
Wanted to ask you a few questions.
So what can I do for you?
Well, we wanted to
ask you a few questions
with regards to your
whereabouts on Friday night.
(tense music continues)
(dog barking)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
[Gary] What's up, Jus?
Not much, what's up with you?
Last Friday, I was with
the fellas, you know.
Went to a nightclub.
And by fellas you mean Gary Ross and who?
Just Gary.
Nobody else.
I heard you saved the Yung account.
Congratulations.
Yeah, well, I managed to save Connie.
She's gonna be my assistant so
she didn't lose her job too.
That's good to know.
She's a good woman.
Mr. Johnson here, he said
he was out with the fellas.
That implies plural, Mr. Johnson.
It's more than one.
I meant, you know, I meant my boy.
You know, I mean, that's what I meant.
Gary's a big boy, so it's
like a lot of people.
[Gary] Speaking of good
women, you still with Michelle?
No, that didn't quite work out, Gary.
(tense music continues)
(Gary sighs)
Like hanging out with a lot of people.
So, it's just, you know.
I mean, he's my peoples.
Hey listen, asshole.
She is not your goddamn
sister, that's my partner.
Let me explain it to you this way, hm?
Right now you're impeding
upon my murder investigation,
and I know you're straight up lying to me.
So here's the deal.
Either you start telling me the truth, hm,
or I swear to God, I am
gonna haul your ass downtown.
I'll book you on obstruction,
conspiracy to commit murder,
and anything else I choose to
pull out of my goddamn ass.
We know that you and
Mr. Ross were at that club
on Friday night, and we know that you were
with another male, and
I want his goddamn name!
All right, Jus.
You gotta tell me what's going on, man.
I don't think that's any
of your fuckin' business.
Okay.
Okay.
Been watching the news lately, Justin?
I have.
Top story has been this
escort that got killed.
And I noticed that this is the same chick
that you left with last week.
(tense music continues)
You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about, Gary.
I don't know what the
fuck I'm talking about.
Here's the deal.
If anything other than his name comes
out of that goddamn pie hole
of yours, my partner here,
whew, she's gonna cuff your lying ass.
And you, me and her, we're
going for a ride downtown.
Sort it all out.
You don't want to go there.
The police are at my house questioning me
about this shit, Justin.
Nigga, you gon tell me
what the fuck is going on!
I don't know.
You don't, you...
You don't know?
His name, Mr. Johnson.
What's his goddamn name?
It's Justin Lake, man, all right?
You guys are after the wrong guy.
He wouldn't kill anybody.
Yeah?
They all say that, Mr. Johnson.
Did you kill that woman, Justin?
No, man, no.
I don't think so.
[Shadowy Figure] Shut
the fuck up, mother fucker!
You don't think so?
I don't know, I can't
fucking remember, Gary!
Maybe she fucking drugged me or some shit.
I don't know, we went to the hotel.
We had a drink.
Next thing I know, I fucking wake up,
and she's laying on the
ground fucking dead, man!
And I just, I panicked and left.
And I don't know what the fuck to do, Gary.
I don't know what the fuck to do, man.
You need to get your shit together.
[Vince] Maybe we can get
together and party again.
(hand slaps)
- Justin.
I don't know who the fuck you
pissed off in a past life,
but this is affecting me now.
Look at me, look at me, bro.
This is serious, man.
I don't know is not gonna
cut it with the cops.
You need to get on the
first plane out of here
and get your mind right.
You're Justin fuckin' Lake, act like it.
(tense music continues)
What do you say, pretty boy?
You want to get together
with us and party? (laughs)
Aw, no?
And I thought we had something special.
(lips smacking)
(Justin mutters)
(dog barking)
Hey, Lisa.
Of course I missed you.
I would love to see you.
Now's as good a time as ever.
(tense music)
(hard rock music)
(Justin laughs)
[Jack] Give me a beer, bitch!
[Girlfriend] You got it, Daddy.
Stand back and watch, man.
(pool cue striking)
(laughs) Yeah.
Lucky son of a bitch, you know that?
(girlfriend laughs)
I just made you my bitch. (laughs)
(hard rock music) (pool player laughs)
(fist pounds)
(fists pounding) (distorted rock music)
Vince, Vince, Vince,
he's had enough of this.
He's had enough, take
it easy, take it easy.
He didn't mean anything by it, man.
Just fuckin' relax.
(hard rock music)
Like I said, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Lucky bastard.
(hard rock music continues)
Stop fucking snorting my shit.
Get away from the shit!
[Girlfriend] Why?
Hey, fuck you, fuck off!
Come over here.
I knew my name
You're calling me
[Jack] So, Joe.
(laughs) Like I said,
you lucky son of a bitch.
(Vince laughs)
We found a place
Nah, baby.
We lost somewhere
Lift it up, lift it up.
We'll be lost again
(hand knocking)
(somber piano music)
(door creaking)
Hey.
I missed you.
(somber piano music continues)
Okay, okay, listen.
I know that you've just been avoiding me
because I've been a little
on the crazy side lately,
but I'm not always...
- No, no, listen to me.
Listen to me.
We are not together.
And you need to seriously
understand that and lay off.
You got it?
Do you got it?
Why are you trying to mess this up, huh?
(somber instrumental music)
Do I need to send my brother back over
to give you a little
lesson in manners, huh?
(somber instrumental music continues)
I can't believe that I thought
that we could work this out.
I was so excited.
I did my hair and my makeup.
God!
You make me look like an idiot.
Stupid!
(somber instrumental music continues)
(Vince laughs)
[Vince] Are you ready
for this, sweetness?
(Vince laughs)
Go ahead, Jacko.
Go ahead, get him. (laughs)
(muffled speaking)
[Lisa] Stupid.
I can do better than you, Justin.
(somber piano music)
Don't, please.
Wait a minute.
Justin.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
You fucking set me up, you fucking cunt!
I never did anything to you, Lisa.
[Lisa] Know what?
I just wanted to talk to you.
I just wanted...
They killed a woman, Lisa!
And you're okay with that?
The police think I fucking
did this shit, Lisa,
and you're still okay with it?
(somber piano music)
They killed her.
[Justin] You destroyed my fucking life.
You fucking destroyed my life.
Okay, okay.
I'm not gonna call you anymore, okay?
I, I...
I promise we can just pretend
that none of this happened.
We could go back to normal, okay?
[Justin] Normal, normal, Lisa?
It'll never fucking be normal!
- No.
- Please stop, okay?
Listen.
I won't tell anyone that
you were here, all right?
Oh, so you'll never tell.
You'll never tell 'em while I go to jail
for killing a woman and
your fucking brother
and friend get away Scot-free.
Thanks a fucking lot, Lisa.
Thanks a fucking lot!
What are you talking about?
If my brother had anything to do with it,
I'll tell you where he lives, okay?
He lives on Humphrey Street, okay?
Just calm down and put the gun down, okay?
Justin, please.
I should fucking kill you.
I should fucking kill you.
I want to kill you!
Please!
Put the gun down, okay?
Just calm down and put the gun down, okay?
(Justin groans)
(somber instrumental music)
Let's go.
Let's go.
No.
I said, let's fuckin' go!
Justin?
Hey, what are you doing here?
I'm looking for Justin.
He's not answering any of my calls.
And I'm worried about him.
And his place is a wreck.
That it is.
Just stopped by to tell him something too.
[Michelle] What is going on, Gary?
Nothing.
Like I said, I was concerned,
and I came by to see how he was doing.
Do I look stupid?
Do you think they give
law degrees out to idiots?
What is really going on?
(sighs) Justin's in a
little bit of trouble.
You know the woman that
was killed last week?
The one that's in the
news, the one the cops are...
(laughs) You're kidding me.
You're trying to tell
me that you think Justin
has something to do with that?
No, what I'm saying is
we all went out last week
to celebrate Justin's promotion.
She was there, she asked for a ride home.
Justin being the kind of guy he is,
lady asked for a ride
home, he gave it to her.
She ends up dead the next day.
What do you think?
No.
No, I know Justin.
He wouldn't do something like that.
I think the same thing,
but the cops came by my house
asking me questions about him.
But I came over here to talk to him,
and the only thing he could
say is, "I don't remember."
"I don't know."
And he's been acting
crazy, saying crazy things.
He lost his job.
I don't know what to do either.
I'm concerned, seriously.
Freeze, hey, freeze!
[Together] Put your hands up.
- Hands up, let me see 'em.
- They're up, they're up.
- Anybody else here?
- No.
- You got him?
- I got him.
[Daniels] Justin Lake?
Put your hands up.
[Daniels] I need to see
you, if you're here, come out.
(suspenseful music)
He's not here, it's clear.
You can put your hands down.
Turn around.
You do know that I could
charge you, Mr. Ross.
You lied to me.
Sit down!
Who the hell are you?
I'm Mr. Lake's attorney.
His attorney?
Oh, so Mr. Lake's got legal
representation now, huh?
That's beautiful.
All right, counselor, can you
tell me where your client is?
Why, what do you need
to discuss with him?
You know, I'm not gonna
take any more bullshit
from either of you.
Sit down, counselor.
I realize you're trying to
protect your friend, Mr. Ross,
but we need to find out where he is.
I don't know.
I asked him about it.
He said that he woke up,
and he couldn't remember what happened.
And the girl was laying
on the floor dead and...
Gary, enough.
[Parker] So then why did he run?
Yeah, this is Daniels.
I need a trace run.
You can't do that.
On 310-555-1353.
Sorry, counselor.
Are you sure that's it?
Yeah, but Vince's truck isn't here.
How many people live here?
Just him and two friends.
They all did time together
at one point or another.
Can I ask you something?
What are you gonna do?
I mean, do you even have a plan?
Might just like call
the police or something.
Actually, I do have a plan.
We're gonna go up here and
you're gonna knock on the door,
and if you try anything
stupid, I'll kill you.
You got that?
Get out.
(pool cue striking)
(people chattering)
(doorbell buzzing)
It's fucking Lisa, man.
Vince ain't here, girl.
Open the fucking door, asshole!
She's hot.
Hold on.
Fuckin' Vince's sister, man.
I don't care, I'll fuck her anyway.
Let her in.
Come on up.
(doorbell buzzing)
You're fucking crazy, man.
You're fucking crazy, I'm telling you.
[Friend] Don't worry about it.
(nose snorting)
Back the fuck up!
Back the fuck up!
- Fuck off!
- Hello, Justin.
What, you fuckin' miss me, man?
Come back for some more?
Shut the fuck up, asshole!
- Or what?
- Shut the fuck up!
[Lisa] Shut up, he's got a fucking gun!
- Who cares?
- We all got fuckin' guns.
I said shut the fuck up!
Put your fuckin' hand back, prick.
Put your fuckin' hands up!
- Or fuckin' what?
- Fuck you, where's Vince?
Where the fuck is Vince?
Ah, fuck you!
Moan and groan like you did
the first time I fucked you!
Why don't you put your gun down,
come over here and suck my dick?
You ready for this, sweetness?
What, you think you fuckin'
scare me, you fuckin' punk?
(Justin groans) (Vince laughs)
(men grunting)
You ready for me?
(people shouting) (Justin groaning)
[Vince] Who's fucking Vince's team?
Why are you doing this?
(people grunting) (Justin groaning)
Just let me put this
fuck out of his misery.
Kill the pretty boy?
Nah, maybe we could all get
together and party again.
What do you say, pretty boy?
Do you wanna get together again
with us and party? (laughs)
Aw, no?
And I thought we had something special.
We can't let this fucker
go blab to the police.
I don't think he's gonna go to the cops.
See, if he goes to the cops,
then he's gotta tell 'em
everything that happened.
Every sexy little detail. (laughs)
You fucking, faggots.
I can't even believe you
did all this kinky shit.
I just want my fuckin' money
so I can get out of here.
What?
What did you just say?
You fuck!
(gunshot popping) Fuck, fuck!
(gunshot popping) (loud groaning)
Ow, fuck!
Fuck, fuck! (groans)
Why'd you do this to me?
Fuck you!
(mellow rock music)
Life is out of parallel
(gunshot popping)
All I'm left with will burn
the soul like evening rain
(mellow rock music continues)
(phone ringing)
(lighter clicking)
[Gary] Justin?
[Justin] What's up, Gary?
[Gary] Where are you, man?
Out.
[Gary] Where out, Justin?
I'm here with your attorney.
We need you to come home,
we can work this out.
I'm a little occupied right now, Gary.
[Gary] Come on, Jus.
You're making me nervous, bro.
Just come home and let us help you.
It ain't gonna happen, buddy.
I gotta go.
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps thudding)
Oh.
Oh.
Oh my God.
(hand smacks) (can rattles)
(Vince panting)
(dramatic music)
(gun whacking) (Vince groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(Justin mutters)
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?
(suspenseful music continues)
(heartbeat thumping)
(Justin groans)
(car door bangs)
(liquor sloshing)
(liquor sloshing)
(lighter clicking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Vince groans)
Get the fuck out of the car.
Get the...
(Vince groans)
(suspenseful music)
(mouth spits)
Get up.
Walk.
All right, take it easy.
Shut the fuck up!
What are you gonna do, shoot me?
Tough guy with a gun, huh?
To the fuckin' fence!
What the hell are you doin'?
(Vince panting)
You killed my baby sister?
Answer me!
Take your clothes off.
(Vince panting) (suspenseful
music continues)
(gunshot popping) (Vince groaning)
(Vince groans loudly)
(suspenseful music continues)
Now, you and this bat are
gonna get real intimate.
- Just take...
- Wait a second.
Take your clothes off.
Hold on a second.
Take a look at my phone.
Here, look at the last call.
Take it, look.
Look familiar to you?
(bat clanks)
Fucked up, ain't it?
(phone ringing)
(ringtone ringing)
There he is.
There's the guy who
paid me to keep you away
from that meeting the other day.
He's the one who told me
to meet you at the club.
Why don't you make his ass get naked?
(Michelle whimpers)
- Justin, he's crazy!
- Shut the fuck up, bitch!
I'll bust a cap in you.
What's up, Justin?
Shoot that guy, will ya?
I need a fuckin' doctor.
(gunshot popping) (Michelle screaming)
Shut the fuck up!
You raise that gun again,
I will blow this bitch away.
Gary, why the fuck
are you doing this, man?
What, you surprised?
We've been best friends
for 10 fucking years!
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you doing this?
Best, best friends?
Mother fucker, every
promotion, Justin's the man.
Every fucking girlfriend I've ever had.
(Michelle cries)
Who's your friend?
Man, the Yung account was
supposed to be my come-up!
You fucked that up for me.
I'm supposed to be senior partner!
Oh, is that what this is about?
Fucking senior partner,
are you fucking kidding me?
Don't fucking hurt her, Gary.
Please don't fucking hurt her, man.
You know what, fuck you!
I didn't do shit to you.
That stupid mother fucker took it too far.
You were just supposed to
miss the goddamn meeting.
[Justin] Gary.
I just let you follow your
dick like you always do.
Gary, what the fuck, man?
Do you fuckin' know what you've done?
Do you fuckin' even get it?
What I've done?
No, it's what you've done.
You killed the prostitute.
I didn't fuckin' kill no prostitute.
You killed those cops.
[Justin] I didn't kill
no fuckin' cop, Gary!
Fuck you!
Don't fuckin' touch her, man!
Fuck.
You know what, you did kill some cops.
Fuck, what the fuck?
What the...
You know, so I'm gonna give you a choice.
I'm gonna give you a chance.
Take that gun and kill yourself,
I won't kill your girlfriend.
Please, Gary.
Don't trust him, he's crazy.
[Gary] Shut the fuck
up, shut the fuck up.
Shut up.
(Michelle cries)
He's gonna kill me anyway.
He's gonna kill me. (cries)
You know what?
(suspenseful music)
Gah!
She's right.
(gunshots popping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(tense music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(smooth funk music)
(static buzzing) (suspenseful music)
(Justin sighs)
(couple moaning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(couple grunting loudly)
[Justin] Do you like that, bitch?
(couple grunting loudly)
(curtains clattering)
(couple grunting loudly)
- Get off of me!
- Fuck you!
- Get the fuck off of me!
- Take my fucking dick!
(couple grunting)
(heartbeat thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(car whooshing)
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh my God, oh my God. (mutters)
(suspenseful music continues)
Yung Imaging is the most cutting-edge
medical imaging company in China.
And they've chosen us to
lead their advertising campaign in the US.
I want to thank all of you for all
of your hard work on making this happen.
I especially want to thank
Mr. Lake for leading the charge.
His immense contribution
has not gone unrecognized.
(hands clapping)
Thank you all, and we'll
meet again next week
to celebrate Mr. Lake's successful
closing of this account.
Okay, people, let's get back
to work and make some money.
Thank you.
(tense music)
(curtains clattering)
(Justin breathing deeply)
(tense music continues)
Hey there, senior partner.
Hey.
(lips smacking)
- Congratulations.
Thank you.
Couldn't have done it without you.
I know.
I'm just glad you're figuring it out.
And don't forget all that love
when you're handing out bonuses.
Oh gosh, I get a promotion,
and you go straight to the checkbook.
I do, I do.
You're a piece of work, Connie.
(phone ringing)
- I know.
Justin Lake's office, may I help you?
May I ask who's calling?
Lisa?
He is actually in a meeting right now.
Can I take a message for him?
Will do, thanks so much.
Bye.
Sorry about that, but thank you.
Okay, you really need to talk to her
and tell her it's over.
Quit ducking her calls.
I did months ago, she keeps calling.
I can't get her to stop calling.
I don't know what to do.
(sighs) Anyway, what time is it?
Ah shit, I gotta go.
Great, another woman
to have pining over you
after you break her heart?
No Connie, thank you very much.
I'm not that bad anyway.
Am I really that bad?
Do you really want me to answer that?
No, because I have to
go and pick my son up.
We're gonna go shoot some hoops.
And oh, later I'm gonna
meet up with Gary and Mike.
If you wanna come down, have
some drinks with us, feel free.
But please, if you're still
dating that whiny Cuban guy,
don't even bother.
Get a movie and just stay home.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
I'm going to confirm your
meeting with Mr. Yung.
And the numbers have changed a little bit,
so make sure you go over
that this weekend, okay?
- I will.
- Okay.
Thank you, Connie.
You're the best.
By the way, next week, bigger
office and a big raise.
You just said the magic words, raise.
Thank you. (lips smacking)
Congratulations again.
Please tell Brian I said hello.
- I will.
- And have a great weekend.
Thank you.
What's up cutie, what you doing?
(tense music)
Well, that sounds incredibly boring.
We know you work too much, Michelle.
(bus engine humming)
Well, that makes two of us.
All right, well, how about
we get together tomorrow?
Got a little news I want to share with you.
Plus, I'm going through some
hardcore withdrawals over here.
You know that.
All right.
I'll see you later, bye.
(tense music continues)
Justin.
Jesus Christ, Lisa,
what are you doing here?
I've been calling you for the last month,
and you're blowing off my calls.
No, I'm not blowing you off, I'm busy.
Okay, what do you call
it when you keep calling
and calling somebody and they
don't answer their phone,
and then they get their
assistant to lie for them?
(Justin sighs)
We went from having amazing
mind-blowing sex to nothing.
I thought that we had something special.
- Special?
- Yeah.
Really, we had a couple
drunk nights, Lisa.
That's it.
So, yeah.
Stop.
That doesn't have to be all it is.
Stop it, listen, listen, listen.
Hey, listen to me, okay?
It's not you, it's me, okay?
I'm just not ready for anything serious.
Okay.
I've heard that before, okay?
You don't have to be scared, all right?
Every relationship goes through
- highs and lows.
- No, no.
No, no, we are not in a relationship, okay?
We had sex, there is a
mighty big difference.
Okay.
Justin, don't you this, okay?
Because I really need this right now, okay?
I need you.
Listen to me.
It's over, okay?
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I don't want to see you anymore.
So goodbye, good luck.
Stop calling me though.
It's getting really weird, okay?
- Stop.
- Justin.
Justin?
(tense music)
Fucker!
So that's him, huh?
Looks like a pretty boy.
He's a fucking asshole.
And I didn't even get the
chance to freaking tell him.
You sure he's the one
who got you pregnant?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I don't know why you keep
fucking all these niggers.
See, this is what happens when
you lay down with animals.
You get fleas.
Fuck you.
(tense music continues)
(vibrant hip hop music)
[DJ] 1-900-HUSTLE,
Siegel, holla at your boy.
What's the problem, shorty?
Yeah, what up, man?
I'm calling from Brooklyn down here, man.
I'm trying to lock a
spot down, holla at me.
[DJ] HOVA, line one.
Here's a couple of suggestions
of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town,
you send him a short message
Ooh, ooh, baby!
Oh, it's gonna come.
Top Gun 'em.
'Cause most don't know
a brick from a bite
They keep buying hard white
And if you free tomorrow night
We can meet and discuss price
FYI, I've never been wrong
Finding chicks, two
holed up in the crib
(people chattering)
What's good, man?
What's up, yo, what's up?
Y'all can't get in?
So I only have two more
days of the antibody.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
I'm gon fuck the shit out of you.
Yes.
Oh, damn.
All right, all jokes aside.
Both of y'all are too fine.
I don't know if I can choose.
Who said you had to choose?
We do everything together.
And we do mean everything.
(lips smacking)
You think you can hang?
Ooh.
(lips smacking)
Oh lord, okay.
Sexual chocolate, where you going?
Sexual chocolate?
Man, if you don't get your big ham
and cheese eating hands up off of me, man.
No bands, you can't get in.
No bands, what about a breath mint?
If I give you a breath mint can I get in?
Gary, what's up, man?
That's our man, he set it up for us.
All right, my boys are here.
We gonna have to pick this up later, okay?
A brick with seven 20s till
they tired, with no credit
You know you sick with
that gotta eat fetish
[Gary] Hey, what's goin' on?
Now we polite, right?
- Now we polite, right?
- What's goin' on?
This man got problems over here, man.
[Gary] Come on, man,
I got girls back here.
Come on.
Ladies, ladies.
What's up, what's up?
These are my boys.
- This is Justin.
- Hello.
- This is my man Mike.
- How you doin'?
Hmm, my type of ladies right here, yeah.
What it do, boo?
Boo?
You don't know me like that.
And who says boo anymore anyway?
I do.
Don't.
We'll talk to you again later.
Excuse me, sexy.
Hmm, go get a drink and...
Ooh, watch your hand now.
- Maybe he can come to.
- Oh, him?
Me, I can come?
I think they were looking
for tall, dark and handsome.
Not short, dark and handsome.
Whatever, they both need
to get their toes done.
Light skin is back in.
Here we go.
[Mike] This is very nice.
You might as well hand me mind, baby.
Thank you, darling.
I appreciate it.
Well, here, I'll just go
ahead and hook Mike up. (laughs)
Hey, it's on him.
Congratulations on the promotion, player.
Thank you, thank you. (glasses clinking)
Here you go, man. (glasses clinking)
- There it is.
- All right.
(cell phone buzzing)
(people chattering)
Lisa?
Dude, that's the same Lisa that I told you.
Yeah.
[Gary] Man, it took me
months to get rid of her.
Great in bed, but not altogether upstairs.
Yeah, exactly.
Next time make sure do not let me
go home with the drunk, crazy chick please?
[Gary] I won't.
Make sure I go home with the drunk one.
Yeah, let Mike go home with her.
[Gary] He always go home
with drunk, crazy women.
No, no, no, drunk, crazy fat women.
No, no, drunk fat women.
They don't be crazy.
(Justin laughs)
[Gary] They'd be crazy messing with you.
[Justin] I was just about to say.
(laughs)
(tense music)
What's up, Justin?
How you feeling?
(tense music continues)
Uh, good.
Do I know you?
We're almost like family
and you don't even know it.
(tongue clicking)
That's a damn shame.
I think you got me confused
with somebody else, my man.
No, I don't.
You're dating my sister Lisa.
Lisa?
Lisa?
Oh, Lisa.
No, listen, I don't know
what she's told you, but we...
Shh, that's right.
You don't know what she's told me.
Now look, I know all relationships
have their ups and downs, but
she really cares about you.
And I think that you and her are
gonna be working things out,
one big happy family, right?
No, not right.
As I was saying before, I
don't know what she's told you,
but we are definitely not
working it out, my man.
Well, you might wanna try harder
to make it work, you fucking punk.
She's pregnant.
And the two of you are gonna
have a baby to raise soon.
So you better do whatever you
gotta do to make it right.
Whoa, what the...
You aren't just gonna come over here.
I ain't gonna do what?
You better back the fuck off, homeboy.
Listen, my man, I don't know you,
but Lisa and I are definitely
not working it out, all right?
So if you don't mind, my friends and I are
gonna get back to our evening, okay?
(chuckles) You got some big balls, pal.
I like that.
But I'm gonna let you mull
it over for a little while.
Gentlemen, it's nice to meet you.
Enjoy your evening.
[Gary] Dude, what the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
That's definitely a reminder not to fuck
with any of your crazy bitches.
[Gary] My?
You ain't gonna put that shit on me.
Fuck that, man, I'm sticking
with the fellas, all right?
Bros before hos.
[Gary] Oh shit.
[Mike] Mm-hmm.
Dance with me.
(tense music)
Gotta go.
I'm just gonna drink my drink.
(tense music continues)
I thought you wanted to dance?
Actually, I was thinking maybe we can
go back to my place and have a drink.
That is tempting.
I'm kinda seeing somebody though, sweetie.
Well, what about a ride?
Can't you just give me a ride back?
I really don't wanna be
outside looking like this.
No, I don't want you outside
looking like that either.
Just a ride, come on.
What harm is a ride gonna do?
Come on.
Just a ride?
Just a ride.
You gotta come in and have a drink with me.
Hmm.
Don't take advantage of me.
(door bangs)
[Clair] Is Vodka okay?
Yeah.
(tense music continues)
(ice cubs rattling)
Oh God.
No, no. (clears throat)
(tense music continues)
(ice cubes rattling)
(Justin clears throat)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
Oh wow.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
You comfy?
Very, very.
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
No worries tonight. (voice echoes)
We're just gonna have a good time.
(voice echoes)
Just me and you. (voice echoes)
No strings attached.
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
(Clair giggling) (lips smacking)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense music continues)
I'll be right back. (voice echoes)
(heels clacking)
(Justin groans)
(Justin groans)
(body thuds) (Justin groans)
[Justin] Oh shit.
(Justin breathing heavily)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)
Oh shit.
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, man. (mutters)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps pattering)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
You ready to have some fun? (laughs)
Yeah you are, aren't you?
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Justin groans)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Hello, Jus! (hand knocking)
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!
(suspenseful music continues)
Jus?
(door bangs)
Wake up.
Make a drink. (ice cubes rattling)
Wake your ass up, man.
Time to take this money off you.
(water splashing)
Yo, Jus.
(water splashing)
Hey, man. (hand knocking)
Let's go.
Hey, dog.
You ready to go over Mike's
house and play some poker?
(fists banging) (water splashing)
I totally forgot we
were playing today, buddy.
I think I'm coming down
with a cold or something.
(laughs) I think old
girl just rode you hard
and put you away wet.
And she was fine.
Yeah.
I think I'm gonna take a
rain check on this one.
I'll call you later, okay?
All right.
Hey, you sure you all right there, man?
(chuckles) Yeah.
I'm great, man.
[Gary] All right, bro.
Imma go ahead and take all
this money off of Mike myself.
Take it easy.
Hope you feel better, man.
(water splashing) (tense music)
(footsteps tapping) (door banging)
Whoa.
(footsteps tapping)
(tense music)
(hand knocking)
(glass bangs)
(Justin groans)
(hand knocking)
Who is it?
[Michelle] Hey baby, it's me.
Oh shit.
Hold on.
Coming.
Hey, this is a nice surprise.
A surprise?
You told me to come over
for dinner, remember?
Right.
Don't tell me you forgot about me.
No, no, come in, come, here.
Let me grab that.
Just come in.
Justin, are you drunk?
No, I just had a little
bit of wine earlier.
Come here, I missed you, baby.
(lips smacking)
Justin, stop.
Come on, let's skip the foreplay today.
Justin, please, stop.
Let me go, you're hurting me.
Will you stop?
Get the hell off of me.
What is wrong with you? (hand slaps)
No means no!
Justin, what is going on?
Michelle.
Look, can we just get
a do-over for tonight?
Talk to me, Jus.
No, I can't, I can't, I can't.
I can't.
Do you want me to make
you something to eat?
- I mean, maybe that'll help...
- No, no, no.
- Sop up the alcohol.
- No, no.
Look, I just, I need to get some rest.
Can we just reschedule?
Okay.
But I'm here if you wanna talk.
Great, thank you, I appreciate it.
I'll walk you to the door.
Don't forget your purse.
I'll call you, okay?
Okay.
(door bangs)
[Journalist] The body of
a Fresno woman was found
in a Downtown area hotel
in what an inside source
with the LAPD described as
a gruesome murder scene.
The police are looking for any leads
that may help to find her killer.
Detective Daniels from the LAPD says.
[Daniels] We don't have
any details just yet.
Our investigation is still in
progress, but I'll say this.
We have some leads that we're
following up on very aggressively.
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(Justin sighs)
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(fist banging)
(hand tapping)
Jus!
(hand knocking)
Yo, man.
(phone buzzing) (phone ringing)
(fist banging) (Gary shouting)
Justin!
Man.
[Justin] Give me the fuckin' pussy!
- Been out here for the last...
- You fuckin' ho!
Hour banging on the door.
Swell and I both have been
calling you for the last...
Shut the fuck up, Gary!
Goddamn it, fuck, man!
- You're serious right now.
- What the fuck
are you doing here?
- You're serious right now.
- Fuck!
I'm missing my lunch so I
can come and check on you.
By the way, you look like shit, okay?
I can understand you blowing off.
Shut the fuck up, Gary.
No, I can understand you
blowing off our poker game.
- Fuck you.
- Hey, fuck me?
Okay. (hands clapping)
I don't fuckin' care
about poker, asshole.
Here we go, hey, pay attention to this.
You blow off the biggest
fucking meeting in your career?
- Oh, fuck.
- Yeah, the career maker?
Mr. Yung, you remember that shit?
- Fuck!
- Yeah, fuck.
Now, who you yelling at?
Talk about misdirected anger, right?
I gotta get to the office.
You should have been
there three hours ago.
- You gotta go.
- Go, man, come on, man.
You've got to do better than this.
You gotta go, man.
- I gotta go.
- You coming?
- I'm coming, Gary.
- You sure?
Get the fuck out, man.
I'm coming.
I'll tear up each one of
you on the way, don't fuck up.
(tense music)
(car engine revving)
I have been calling you all morning.
Justin, Scottsdale is pissed.
Where the fuck is the Yung file?
He told me to get you to his
office the minute you showed up.
What is going on?
And let me just say that
you really need a shower.
Justin.
(dramatic music)
Get the f...
Justin, what is wrong with you?
(Justin sighs)
I'm sorry, Connie.
I'm just going through a lot right now.
Just tell me, did I lose the account?
I don't think so.
Scottsdale's been kissing
some pretty serious ass.
But you probably should be
worried more about losing your job.
Look, you need to go to the bathroom.
And you need to wash up
'cause you look and you smell terrible.
Look, just work your magic, okay?
Save the account.
Save your job.
(tense music)
(Justin sighs)
Oh shit, fuck.
(Justin sighs)
(Justin exhales)
Get it together, Justin.
(eerie music)
(water splashing)
(eerie music continues)
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Do you know how bad you
made this company look
with your no-show this morning?
Do you know how much I had to
grovel at this asshole's feet
trying to explain why
his rep didn't think he
was important enough to turn up?
Did I give you the impression
it was your time to speak?
My first mind tells me to have you
escorted from my fucking building
and thrown in the street!
But you seem to have made quite
the impression on Mr. Yung.
So you're gonna meet him
at his hotel this evening,
and you're gonna seal this
deal and get him to sign on.
I don't care if you have
to suck his fucking dick!
This isn't like you.
I've put a lot of trust in you,
Justin, but understand this.
If you screw this up, you're through here.
Are we clear?
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
The contract's in there.
The address is on the sticker.
Justin, you have to be there
at eight o'clock sharp, okay?
I'm sorry, Connie.
I, look, I can't afford
to lose this job, okay?
Just get it together, and then
you can tell me all about it.
- Okay.
- If you need anything else,
just call me.
(tense music)
(engaging hip hop music)
A little freak in the house
Justin, come on, come on! (hand slaps)
Woo-hoo, yeah!
(dramatic music)
(Clair groaning)
Come on, you don't know
what you're missing.
A little freak in the house
Justin, now this is the
way I like to do business.
[Escort] Wow.
A little freak in the house
You need to loosen up, sexy.
I know how we can get you relaxed.
A little freak in the house
Oh.
(engaging hip hop music)
Oh, oh, I like American woman, oh.
Whoa.
Look at her.
You know, I was thinking, Mr. Yung,
maybe we should get those contracts signed
before it gets a little too late.
We could sign the contracts later.
Now, we're going to enjoy ourselves.
(tense music)
Just enjoy yourself, relax.
No worries.
(tense music continues)
I really look forward
to working with you.
You seem like the type of man who
knows how to have a good time.
(hand pats)
(couple moaning)
Look, either you want to do
business with us, Mr. Yung,
or you don't, but I'm
not partying like that.
What?
What are you implying?
[Justin] You know what I'm implying.
Mr. Lake, I think it's
time for you to leave.
Just sign the fucking
contracts, Mr. Yung,
and I will leave!
Goodbye, Mr. Lake.
(tense music)
(escorts laughing)
Hello.
(lighter clicking)
(Justin groans)
(tense music continues)
(Justin mutters)
(traffic humming) (pedestrians chattering)
(tense music continues)
(phone ringing)
[Message] Hello, no one is
available to take your call.
Please leave a message after the tone.
(tone ringing)
[Scottsdale] I've put a
lot of faith in you, Justin.
You're through here.
(tense music continues)
(doorknob rattles)
Hi.
(door bangs)
I figured I'd stop by and get
that do-over you promised me.
How are you doing?
It's been a rough day.
(sighs) But it's definitely
looking better now.
Well, you have no idea
how good it's about to get.
You are so gonna get lucky.
(lips smacking)
(tense music continues)
(couple moaning) (lips smacking)
Give it to me, baby.
[Shadowy Figure] Yeah!
I'm done with you lying, you fucking bitch!
Come on, yeah!
(moans) Yeah, come on!
(lips smacking)
What's wrong?
Baby, come on.
I'll get on top.
Oh, looks like somebody
needs a little inspiration.
(lips smacking)
Come on, I'm just not in the mood.
Baby, I have been
waiting for this all week.
Let me take care of you.
Michelle.
I said no, Michelle.
Are you serious?
You're mad at me?
(sighs) Work with me, Justin.
What is wrong?
I'm just not in the mood, Michelle.
You were in the mood a
minute ago, what happened?
You know what, I think
it's time for you to go.
(bed sheets rustling)
(Michelle sighs)
(tense music)
(shoes scratching)
(car door bangs)
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
(Parker laughs)
You're such a cliche, Daniels.
A cop with a cup of coffee and a muffin.
You know, you really need
to start eating healthier.
Listen, Parker, this
sexy muscle car physique
runs on regular.
I eat crap that you don't want.
So I stopped at the club that Ms.
Underwood was at,
- and I spoke with the staff.
- Yeah.
Seems that nobody has
ever seen her before,
but they all remember
her figure in that dress.
Kinda hard not to
remember a body like that.
All right, I'm sorry.
What about the lab?
I got the toxicology report back.
It came back negative for Ms.
Underwood testing for GHB,
but the wine glass that we
found, that tested positive.
Also, you remember the blood on the sheets?
Yeah.
Well, Ms. Underwood's
blood type is A-negative,
and the blood on the sheets is O-positive.
Looks like we have
ourselves another victim.
[Daniels] And the plot thickens, huh?
Mm-hmm.
- Ugh.
- What?
You really drink this stuff?
That's coffee.
Real coffee, Parker.
Anyway, Ms. Underwood
decided to leave with some guy
at the club that all the women
that work there remember.
So I got a really good description.
That's it?
I mean, if that's all we got,
we still got a big old bag of nothin'.
Not necessarily.
They decided to get a VIP table
and pay with a credit card.
So I got the name of the
suspect's friend, Mr. Gary Ross.
Now, that is what I'm
talking about, Parker.
Yep.
Good job.
Yeah, we just might make a
detective out of you yet.
(Parker chuckles)
Should we go see Mr. Ross?
Let's go.
(car engine revving)
(birds chirping)
(couple chattering)
Maybe you could have round two.
- You ready for that?
- I'll be ready.
Okay.
(lips smacking) (birds chirping)
- Whoo.
- See you tonight.
Okay.
- Let's have some fun.
- Okay.
Damn, what kind of fine is this?
(car door bangs)
Get in with your bad self.
(car engine humming)
(trash bin scratching)
(footsteps thudding)
Mr. Gary Ross?
- Yes, Ma'am.
- I'm Detective Parker.
This is my partner, Detective Daniels.
How you doing, man?
We need to ask you a couple of questions.
Okay, about?
Were you at a club called
Salvage last Friday night?
Yeah.
Do you recognize this woman?
No, should I?
Who were you with that Friday night?
I met a buddy of mine for drinks.
What's your buddy's name?
Are you gonna tell me what this is about?
It's about murder, Mr. Ross.
So why don't you just go ahead
and tell us who you were at the club with.
Murder?
What do you mean murder?
That young lady was killed.
We're just tracking her whereabouts
to find out what happened.
Wow.
Can I look at it again?
Sure.
(tense music)
She's pretty.
I wish I could help you.
I don't, she doesn't look familiar.
I met a couple of young ladies and, well,
I was kind of tied up.
You know how it is.
I just gotta make sure
your story checks out.
Can you tell us the name of your friend?
Sure, his name is Mike Johnson.
I can give you his information.
Did Mr. Johnson also have
some company for the evening?
Really couldn't tell you.
You know, I was kind of tied up.
Come as a set, you know how that goes.
(chuckles) Okay, well
we'll probably be in touch
with you again, Mr. Ross.
I hope so.
- Thanks for your time.
- Yeah.
Check yourself.
(car beeps)
Lucky man.
(car engine revving)
[Daniels] Thinkin' you got
yourself a new fan there,
Ms. Parker.
[Parker] Cut it, Daniels.
Fuck.
Yo, Mike.
Yeah, it's Gary.
Dude, the chick that Justin left the club
with last week turned up dead.
Look, man, I don't know,
but the cops came by here asking about it.
I didn't tell them about Justin.
They're gonna be over to your place.
Don't tell 'em anything.
Yeah, just leave Justin out of it.
(tense music continues)
(somber piano music)
(discordant piano keys striking)
(tense music) (heartbeat thumping)
Justin.
(tense music continues)
(heartbeat thumping)
(tense orchestral music)
(hand knocking)
(hand knocking)
Oh, ho, ho, hold up.
I'm coming.
(door creaking)
[Daniels] Michael Johnson?
Who wants to know?
[Daniels] I'm Detective Daniels.
This is Parker.
Wanted to ask you a few questions.
So what can I do for you?
Well, we wanted to
ask you a few questions
with regards to your
whereabouts on Friday night.
(tense music continues)
(dog barking)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
[Gary] What's up, Jus?
Not much, what's up with you?
Last Friday, I was with
the fellas, you know.
Went to a nightclub.
And by fellas you mean Gary Ross and who?
Just Gary.
Nobody else.
I heard you saved the Yung account.
Congratulations.
Yeah, well, I managed to save Connie.
She's gonna be my assistant so
she didn't lose her job too.
That's good to know.
She's a good woman.
Mr. Johnson here, he said
he was out with the fellas.
That implies plural, Mr. Johnson.
It's more than one.
I meant, you know, I meant my boy.
You know, I mean, that's what I meant.
Gary's a big boy, so it's
like a lot of people.
[Gary] Speaking of good
women, you still with Michelle?
No, that didn't quite work out, Gary.
(tense music continues)
(Gary sighs)
Like hanging out with a lot of people.
So, it's just, you know.
I mean, he's my peoples.
Hey listen, asshole.
She is not your goddamn
sister, that's my partner.
Let me explain it to you this way, hm?
Right now you're impeding
upon my murder investigation,
and I know you're straight up lying to me.
So here's the deal.
Either you start telling me the truth, hm,
or I swear to God, I am
gonna haul your ass downtown.
I'll book you on obstruction,
conspiracy to commit murder,
and anything else I choose to
pull out of my goddamn ass.
We know that you and
Mr. Ross were at that club
on Friday night, and we know that you were
with another male, and
I want his goddamn name!
All right, Jus.
You gotta tell me what's going on, man.
I don't think that's any
of your fuckin' business.
Okay.
Okay.
Been watching the news lately, Justin?
I have.
Top story has been this
escort that got killed.
And I noticed that this is the same chick
that you left with last week.
(tense music continues)
You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about, Gary.
I don't know what the
fuck I'm talking about.
Here's the deal.
If anything other than his name comes
out of that goddamn pie hole
of yours, my partner here,
whew, she's gonna cuff your lying ass.
And you, me and her, we're
going for a ride downtown.
Sort it all out.
You don't want to go there.
The police are at my house questioning me
about this shit, Justin.
Nigga, you gon tell me
what the fuck is going on!
I don't know.
You don't, you...
You don't know?
His name, Mr. Johnson.
What's his goddamn name?
It's Justin Lake, man, all right?
You guys are after the wrong guy.
He wouldn't kill anybody.
Yeah?
They all say that, Mr. Johnson.
Did you kill that woman, Justin?
No, man, no.
I don't think so.
[Shadowy Figure] Shut
the fuck up, mother fucker!
You don't think so?
I don't know, I can't
fucking remember, Gary!
Maybe she fucking drugged me or some shit.
I don't know, we went to the hotel.
We had a drink.
Next thing I know, I fucking wake up,
and she's laying on the
ground fucking dead, man!
And I just, I panicked and left.
And I don't know what the fuck to do, Gary.
I don't know what the fuck to do, man.
You need to get your shit together.
[Vince] Maybe we can get
together and party again.
(hand slaps)
- Justin.
I don't know who the fuck you
pissed off in a past life,
but this is affecting me now.
Look at me, look at me, bro.
This is serious, man.
I don't know is not gonna
cut it with the cops.
You need to get on the
first plane out of here
and get your mind right.
You're Justin fuckin' Lake, act like it.
(tense music continues)
What do you say, pretty boy?
You want to get together
with us and party? (laughs)
Aw, no?
And I thought we had something special.
(lips smacking)
(Justin mutters)
(dog barking)
Hey, Lisa.
Of course I missed you.
I would love to see you.
Now's as good a time as ever.
(tense music)
(hard rock music)
(Justin laughs)
[Jack] Give me a beer, bitch!
[Girlfriend] You got it, Daddy.
Stand back and watch, man.
(pool cue striking)
(laughs) Yeah.
Lucky son of a bitch, you know that?
(girlfriend laughs)
I just made you my bitch. (laughs)
(hard rock music) (pool player laughs)
(fist pounds)
(fists pounding) (distorted rock music)
Vince, Vince, Vince,
he's had enough of this.
He's had enough, take
it easy, take it easy.
He didn't mean anything by it, man.
Just fuckin' relax.
(hard rock music)
Like I said, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Lucky bastard.
(hard rock music continues)
Stop fucking snorting my shit.
Get away from the shit!
[Girlfriend] Why?
Hey, fuck you, fuck off!
Come over here.
I knew my name
You're calling me
[Jack] So, Joe.
(laughs) Like I said,
you lucky son of a bitch.
(Vince laughs)
We found a place
Nah, baby.
We lost somewhere
Lift it up, lift it up.
We'll be lost again
(hand knocking)
(somber piano music)
(door creaking)
Hey.
I missed you.
(somber piano music continues)
Okay, okay, listen.
I know that you've just been avoiding me
because I've been a little
on the crazy side lately,
but I'm not always...
- No, no, listen to me.
Listen to me.
We are not together.
And you need to seriously
understand that and lay off.
You got it?
Do you got it?
Why are you trying to mess this up, huh?
(somber instrumental music)
Do I need to send my brother back over
to give you a little
lesson in manners, huh?
(somber instrumental music continues)
I can't believe that I thought
that we could work this out.
I was so excited.
I did my hair and my makeup.
God!
You make me look like an idiot.
Stupid!
(somber instrumental music continues)
(Vince laughs)
[Vince] Are you ready
for this, sweetness?
(Vince laughs)
Go ahead, Jacko.
Go ahead, get him. (laughs)
(muffled speaking)
[Lisa] Stupid.
I can do better than you, Justin.
(somber piano music)
Don't, please.
Wait a minute.
Justin.
I fucking knew it.
I fucking knew it.
You fucking set me up, you fucking cunt!
I never did anything to you, Lisa.
[Lisa] Know what?
I just wanted to talk to you.
I just wanted...
They killed a woman, Lisa!
And you're okay with that?
The police think I fucking
did this shit, Lisa,
and you're still okay with it?
(somber piano music)
They killed her.
[Justin] You destroyed my fucking life.
You fucking destroyed my life.
Okay, okay.
I'm not gonna call you anymore, okay?
I, I...
I promise we can just pretend
that none of this happened.
We could go back to normal, okay?
[Justin] Normal, normal, Lisa?
It'll never fucking be normal!
- No.
- Please stop, okay?
Listen.
I won't tell anyone that
you were here, all right?
Oh, so you'll never tell.
You'll never tell 'em while I go to jail
for killing a woman and
your fucking brother
and friend get away Scot-free.
Thanks a fucking lot, Lisa.
Thanks a fucking lot!
What are you talking about?
If my brother had anything to do with it,
I'll tell you where he lives, okay?
He lives on Humphrey Street, okay?
Just calm down and put the gun down, okay?
Justin, please.
I should fucking kill you.
I should fucking kill you.
I want to kill you!
Please!
Put the gun down, okay?
Just calm down and put the gun down, okay?
(Justin groans)
(somber instrumental music)
Let's go.
Let's go.
No.
I said, let's fuckin' go!
Justin?
Hey, what are you doing here?
I'm looking for Justin.
He's not answering any of my calls.
And I'm worried about him.
And his place is a wreck.
That it is.
Just stopped by to tell him something too.
[Michelle] What is going on, Gary?
Nothing.
Like I said, I was concerned,
and I came by to see how he was doing.
Do I look stupid?
Do you think they give
law degrees out to idiots?
What is really going on?
(sighs) Justin's in a
little bit of trouble.
You know the woman that
was killed last week?
The one that's in the
news, the one the cops are...
(laughs) You're kidding me.
You're trying to tell
me that you think Justin
has something to do with that?
No, what I'm saying is
we all went out last week
to celebrate Justin's promotion.
She was there, she asked for a ride home.
Justin being the kind of guy he is,
lady asked for a ride
home, he gave it to her.
She ends up dead the next day.
What do you think?
No.
No, I know Justin.
He wouldn't do something like that.
I think the same thing,
but the cops came by my house
asking me questions about him.
But I came over here to talk to him,
and the only thing he could
say is, "I don't remember."
"I don't know."
And he's been acting
crazy, saying crazy things.
He lost his job.
I don't know what to do either.
I'm concerned, seriously.
Freeze, hey, freeze!
[Together] Put your hands up.
- Hands up, let me see 'em.
- They're up, they're up.
- Anybody else here?
- No.
- You got him?
- I got him.
[Daniels] Justin Lake?
Put your hands up.
[Daniels] I need to see
you, if you're here, come out.
(suspenseful music)
He's not here, it's clear.
You can put your hands down.
Turn around.
You do know that I could
charge you, Mr. Ross.
You lied to me.
Sit down!
Who the hell are you?
I'm Mr. Lake's attorney.
His attorney?
Oh, so Mr. Lake's got legal
representation now, huh?
That's beautiful.
All right, counselor, can you
tell me where your client is?
Why, what do you need
to discuss with him?
You know, I'm not gonna
take any more bullshit
from either of you.
Sit down, counselor.
I realize you're trying to
protect your friend, Mr. Ross,
but we need to find out where he is.
I don't know.
I asked him about it.
He said that he woke up,
and he couldn't remember what happened.
And the girl was laying
on the floor dead and...
Gary, enough.
[Parker] So then why did he run?
Yeah, this is Daniels.
I need a trace run.
You can't do that.
On 310-555-1353.
Sorry, counselor.
Are you sure that's it?
Yeah, but Vince's truck isn't here.
How many people live here?
Just him and two friends.
They all did time together
at one point or another.
Can I ask you something?
What are you gonna do?
I mean, do you even have a plan?
Might just like call
the police or something.
Actually, I do have a plan.
We're gonna go up here and
you're gonna knock on the door,
and if you try anything
stupid, I'll kill you.
You got that?
Get out.
(pool cue striking)
(people chattering)
(doorbell buzzing)
It's fucking Lisa, man.
Vince ain't here, girl.
Open the fucking door, asshole!
She's hot.
Hold on.
Fuckin' Vince's sister, man.
I don't care, I'll fuck her anyway.
Let her in.
Come on up.
(doorbell buzzing)
You're fucking crazy, man.
You're fucking crazy, I'm telling you.
[Friend] Don't worry about it.
(nose snorting)
Back the fuck up!
Back the fuck up!
- Fuck off!
- Hello, Justin.
What, you fuckin' miss me, man?
Come back for some more?
Shut the fuck up, asshole!
- Or what?
- Shut the fuck up!
[Lisa] Shut up, he's got a fucking gun!
- Who cares?
- We all got fuckin' guns.
I said shut the fuck up!
Put your fuckin' hand back, prick.
Put your fuckin' hands up!
- Or fuckin' what?
- Fuck you, where's Vince?
Where the fuck is Vince?
Ah, fuck you!
Moan and groan like you did
the first time I fucked you!
Why don't you put your gun down,
come over here and suck my dick?
You ready for this, sweetness?
What, you think you fuckin'
scare me, you fuckin' punk?
(Justin groans) (Vince laughs)
(men grunting)
You ready for me?
(people shouting) (Justin groaning)
[Vince] Who's fucking Vince's team?
Why are you doing this?
(people grunting) (Justin groaning)
Just let me put this
fuck out of his misery.
Kill the pretty boy?
Nah, maybe we could all get
together and party again.
What do you say, pretty boy?
Do you wanna get together again
with us and party? (laughs)
Aw, no?
And I thought we had something special.
We can't let this fucker
go blab to the police.
I don't think he's gonna go to the cops.
See, if he goes to the cops,
then he's gotta tell 'em
everything that happened.
Every sexy little detail. (laughs)
You fucking, faggots.
I can't even believe you
did all this kinky shit.
I just want my fuckin' money
so I can get out of here.
What?
What did you just say?
You fuck!
(gunshot popping) Fuck, fuck!
(gunshot popping) (loud groaning)
Ow, fuck!
Fuck, fuck! (groans)
Why'd you do this to me?
Fuck you!
(mellow rock music)
Life is out of parallel
(gunshot popping)
All I'm left with will burn
the soul like evening rain
(mellow rock music continues)
(phone ringing)
(lighter clicking)
[Gary] Justin?
[Justin] What's up, Gary?
[Gary] Where are you, man?
Out.
[Gary] Where out, Justin?
I'm here with your attorney.
We need you to come home,
we can work this out.
I'm a little occupied right now, Gary.
[Gary] Come on, Jus.
You're making me nervous, bro.
Just come home and let us help you.
It ain't gonna happen, buddy.
I gotta go.
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps thudding)
Oh.
Oh.
Oh my God.
(hand smacks) (can rattles)
(Vince panting)
(dramatic music)
(gun whacking) (Vince groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(Justin mutters)
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?
(suspenseful music continues)
(heartbeat thumping)
(Justin groans)
(car door bangs)
(liquor sloshing)
(liquor sloshing)
(lighter clicking)
(footsteps thudding)
(Vince groans)
Get the fuck out of the car.
Get the...
(Vince groans)
(suspenseful music)
(mouth spits)
Get up.
Walk.
All right, take it easy.
Shut the fuck up!
What are you gonna do, shoot me?
Tough guy with a gun, huh?
To the fuckin' fence!
What the hell are you doin'?
(Vince panting)
You killed my baby sister?
Answer me!
Take your clothes off.
(Vince panting) (suspenseful
music continues)
(gunshot popping) (Vince groaning)
(Vince groans loudly)
(suspenseful music continues)
Now, you and this bat are
gonna get real intimate.
- Just take...
- Wait a second.
Take your clothes off.
Hold on a second.
Take a look at my phone.
Here, look at the last call.
Take it, look.
Look familiar to you?
(bat clanks)
Fucked up, ain't it?
(phone ringing)
(ringtone ringing)
There he is.
There's the guy who
paid me to keep you away
from that meeting the other day.
He's the one who told me
to meet you at the club.
Why don't you make his ass get naked?
(Michelle whimpers)
- Justin, he's crazy!
- Shut the fuck up, bitch!
I'll bust a cap in you.
What's up, Justin?
Shoot that guy, will ya?
I need a fuckin' doctor.
(gunshot popping) (Michelle screaming)
Shut the fuck up!
You raise that gun again,
I will blow this bitch away.
Gary, why the fuck
are you doing this, man?
What, you surprised?
We've been best friends
for 10 fucking years!
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you doing this?
Best, best friends?
Mother fucker, every
promotion, Justin's the man.
Every fucking girlfriend I've ever had.
(Michelle cries)
Who's your friend?
Man, the Yung account was
supposed to be my come-up!
You fucked that up for me.
I'm supposed to be senior partner!
Oh, is that what this is about?
Fucking senior partner,
are you fucking kidding me?
Don't fucking hurt her, Gary.
Please don't fucking hurt her, man.
You know what, fuck you!
I didn't do shit to you.
That stupid mother fucker took it too far.
You were just supposed to
miss the goddamn meeting.
[Justin] Gary.
I just let you follow your
dick like you always do.
Gary, what the fuck, man?
Do you fuckin' know what you've done?
Do you fuckin' even get it?
What I've done?
No, it's what you've done.
You killed the prostitute.
I didn't fuckin' kill no prostitute.
You killed those cops.
[Justin] I didn't kill
no fuckin' cop, Gary!
Fuck you!
Don't fuckin' touch her, man!
Fuck.
You know what, you did kill some cops.
Fuck, what the fuck?
What the...
You know, so I'm gonna give you a choice.
I'm gonna give you a chance.
Take that gun and kill yourself,
I won't kill your girlfriend.
Please, Gary.
Don't trust him, he's crazy.
[Gary] Shut the fuck
up, shut the fuck up.
Shut up.
(Michelle cries)
He's gonna kill me anyway.
He's gonna kill me. (cries)
You know what?
(suspenseful music)
Gah!
She's right.
(gunshots popping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(tense music)
(suspenseful music continues)