- You ready? - Yeah. Boot it.
(Garbled chatter)
That's it.
That's it. That's it. Excellent. I'm recording.
You crazy? Wait till I get this thing down.
- What the fuck you doing? - God damn, you stupid pussy.
- Fuck! - Don't call me a pussy.
- I'll fucking ID you! - Take the gun.
You're giving me this piece of shit? Is it even loaded? I want the auto.
Asshole!
Whoo! I love this shit, man!
- Don't fuckin'... - Fuck you!
- Right there. Turn left. Turn right. - (Driver) OK, OK, just relax.
- Make a... - Relax!
Here we go. There it is.
Shh.
- Easy. Take it easy. - Don't make a fuckin' noise.
Go!
(All yell)
(Shouting and gunfire)
Go, go, go! Down! Down, you fucker!
I said down!
(Yelling)
This is a robbery! Everyone put your hands up!
Hands in the air! Hands in the air!
No, no, no, no, no. Where you going, bitch? Over here!
- Get the fuckin' money! - You! Open the fuckin' register!
You want to fuckin' die, you little fuck?
Please! Please, don't shoot!
(All shouting, video camera crackles)
Here we go!
- Don't shoot us. Don't shoot. - Come on! This way!
- OK! - Go, man. Run!
Run, man, run! Run, man!
(2nd robber) Go, go, go, go, go! Don't look at me, you fuckin' chink!
- Get in there! - Get him inside!
- You get the money? - (All) Yes!
- What are you doing, you asshole? - Come on, we gotta go!
You get the money? How much? How much?
- (Sirens) - It's the police!
Fuck! I'm going. I'm going.
Um...fuck. Here. Come on, come on, follow me, man.
Wait!
Go, man, go! Come on...
The fucking doors are locked!
Come on! Come on!
Where are the cops, man?
- (Gunshot) - Fuck you!
- What are you doing, man? - Go, man! Just go!
- Shit! - (Gunshots)
Go!
(Alarm)
- (Cop) Drop your weapon! - Come on! They're right behind us!
- Come on! Come on! - Oh, shit!
- Go, man! - Come on. Let's go.
(Screams)
Come on! Come on, jump!
- This is insane, man. - (Cop) You! Stop, asshole!
Come on, grab my hand!
I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!
- You motherfucker! - (Gunshot)
Uhh...
God damn it! You know I don't deal in snuff!
Don't have a fucking coronary, man.
I hate the zap when they die. It just brings down your whole day.
- Jesus, Tick. - Sorry(!)
How come the cops didn't put that tape into evidence?
With all the blood, they didn't see the rig.
- How'd it get to you? - I got ways, Lenny.
Some of the paramedics - my guy pages me and I picked it up at the morgue.
What do you think? This clip's got to be worth a grand, right?
Tick, not to dash your hopes, but I don't deal this kind of product.
I'll give you four. I gotta cut the last part. My customers want uncut.
Fuck that. The last part's the best.
Dry dive six stories and blammo! Jacked into the big black.
I don't deal black-jack clips!
It's policy. I got ethics here.
Oh, yeah? When did that start? Lenny, this is what people wanna see.
- So lay it off to somebody else. - Lenny, Lenny...
I gotta get my rig fixed, there's blood all over the heads.
- Get away. - Gimme six, it's a good clip.
It gets you pumpin'.
The first part's OK.
It's better than your usual soaps.
Now, that is cold. I always bring you choice.
Sure, like this low-grade shit here? Some girl fighting her boyfriend.
Nothing happens. I'm snoring.
Lenny, you're always telling me,
bring you street life, real life,
that one man's desperate existence is another man's Technicolor.
- I said that? - Many times. That's a direct quote.
I'll take it for five. You'll make out OK.
It's pure cream. No cutback to the wearer.
- Yeah, that's for sure. OK. - What else you got?
(Yelling)
# Think you can remember what you said to me
# You say anything that's from the six... #
(Radio) 'Calls are a little kooky tonight.
'It's a little after 2am, December 30, 1999.
'Second to last day of the century.'
Jer, hi. I'll drop the money by tomorrow, next day latest.
Little crazy right now. Would I lie? No. Never to you, Jer.
You're not wrong. You're not wrong.
Prick.
(Opera music)
- (Radio) 'Excited about New Year?' - 'Not really. What's the point?
'Nothing changes New Year's Day.
'The economy sucks. Gas is over three bucks a gallon.
'5th grade kids are shooting each other at recess.
'The whole thing sucks. What the hell are we celebrating?'
(# Heavy metal)
(Choir) # Amen, amen, amen
# Amen
# Amen, amen, amen
# Amen #
Get me the clip by Monday. Client wants a guy and two girls.
The guy wears... I know. He's trying to be original.
And the girls have to be young.
Don't use your mother like usual. Yeah, you, too, asshole.
(Radio) 'Caller, you're on the air.'
(Caller) 'My name's Dewayne. I got a resolution for the police.'
'5-0, you better get down with the 2K.'
- (DJ) '2K, Dewayne? What is that?' - 'The big 2000.
'Out with the old, in with the new.
'For the man, no news good news.
'Keep it the way it is, but we're gonna take it and make it new.
- 'History's gonna start right here.' - 'Dewayne...'
'I wanna give a shout to, uh...'
(DJ) 'You're on the air, Lori.' 'If you read the Bible,
'you'd know there won't be another thousand years.
- 'We're in the last days...' 'The last days?
'You mean the apocalypse, the rapture?'
'Look at the signs. There are wars, rumours of wars...'
'Just so we know how much time is left,
'when is the rapture supposed to hit?
- 'Is it midnight, New Year's Eve?' - 'That's right.'
'Is that midnight LA time or Eastern Standard Time or what?
- 'What time zone is God in?' - 'I pray for you all.'
Ooh, yeah. Oh, yeah!
(Lenny) OK. I can use this.
It's not bad but honey, move your eyes slower next time.
Much slower, like you're making love with your eyes, OK?
(Man) Let me get this straight.
You'll pay me $200 to put on a hairnet and bang some beautiful babe?
I got to think about this.
Let's wire you up.
I hope this grease on your hair doesn't screw up the squid receptors.
What is all this squid shit, anyway?
Superconducting quantum interference device. Squid.
The receptor rig on your head sends a signal to the recorder.
We call it being wired, but there's no wire.
Keep the recorder five, six feet away max,
in your jacket, by the bed, wherever you're gonna close escrow.
- Know what I mean? - Yeah, right.
You got a half-hour of tape so give me some lead-in, but not too long.
- I ain't going out for popcorn. - Don't worry.
- Got it? - No problem.
You look great. You look... You look beautiful.
(Panting)
(Screams) Shit!
(Woman, on radio) 'Do you request backup?'
Uh, that's a negative.
Suspect is a black male, 35 to 40...
We're handling it.
(Bell)
- Freeze! - You bitch!
You fuckin'...
(Screams)
Fuck! Fuck!
(Gunshots)
Oh, shit.
God!
(Helicopter overhead)
(Phone)
'Hi. It's Lenny. Just what do you have in mind?'
(Beep)
Lenny...
God damn it, you gotta be there.
You got to help me. Lenny, please pick up the phone.
Come on, pick up.
Come on, Lenny, fuckin' pick up the phone!
'OK, I'll call you back.'
Watch what I do. You OK?
You're doin' good, honey.
(Lenny) You look so good!
- Faith, come back. - You all right?
Do you need help?
Sweetie, you're doing good.
Lenny...
(Laughs)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby. Are you OK?
Fine.
(# Bob Marley: "Three Little Birds")
# Don't worry
# About a thing
# Cos every little thing
# Gonna be all right... #
- How do you feel? - (Lenny) Lucky.
Dry me.
# Cos every little thing
# Gonna be all right
# Woke up this mornin'... #
You wanna watch, or you gonna do?
Watch and see.
# Three little birds
# By my doorstep
# Singin' sweet thoughts
# Never as pure as you
# Baby, it's...
# This is my message to you...
# Don't worry
# About a thing... #
Oh, wow...
# ..every little thing gonna be all right
# Baby, don't worry
# Don't worry
# About a thing
# Cos every little thing
# Gonna be all right... #
Oh, baby, baby, baby...
(Lenny) You're so beautiful.
I love your eyes, Lenny.
I love the way they see.
# Sayin', this is my message to you
# Don't worry
# About a thing
# Cos every little thing
# Gonna be all right
# Baby, don't worry
# About a thing
# Cos every little thing... #
(Sirens outside)
(Beeps)
(Fanfare)
'New Year's Eve, 1999.'
'It's being called the party of the century,
'but it may be the biggest party ever.
'No one's seen such preparations, but they require care and insurance,
'and the LAPD is one insurance company that doesn't want accidents.'
# Put you on a reservation Black nation
# Die under your step and fetch a military lie... #
'The bodies of two men found under the Hollywood Freeway
'have been identified as rap star Jeriko One
'and band member James Polton, known to fans as Replay.
'Both were shot in what police are calling an execution-style killing.
'The body of an unidentified woman
'was found with them, also shot numerous times.
'Police said the killings appear to be gang-related.
'With his band, Prophets of Light,
'Jeriko One's politics and lyrics have stirred nation-wide controversy.
'Meanwhile, astrologers have been busy
'making predictions for the coming century.
'Some of their fortune-telling is incredible...
'Muammar Qaddafi will be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
'Turkey will make reparations to Armenia.
'By 2025, there will be a second woman president...'
(Man) Hey, Lenny... (Woman) How you doin', man?
Keith.
- Keith? - Yeah.
Lenny. Lenny Nero. We spoke on the phone.
OK...
Not to be rude, Keith, but I got to ask. Are you a cop?
I understand. No, I'm not.
You understand. Attorney, right? Attorney?
- Right? - That's right.
Tassel shoes! Entertainment law would be my guess.
It's my job to know people and what they want, what's behind their eyes.
OK, so tell me, have you... have you ever jacked in?
Have you ever wire-tripped?
Uh, no. No.
A virgin brain? Good. Well, we'll start you off right.
Save us some time. Tell me what you know.
Just what I've read, that the technology was developed for the Feds
to replace the body wire,
and now it's gone black market.
That's right, so...
This conversation's not taking place, OK?
- You're damn right. - Good, good.
So do I get the deck from you?
I'll get one at cost. My thing's the software.
- Clips, right? - Clips. Right.
Listen, I want you to know what we're talking about here, OK?
This is not "like TV only better."
This is life.
It's a piece of somebody's life.
It's pure and uncut,
straight from the cerebral cortex.
You're there. You're doing it. You're seeing it. You're hearing it.
You're feeling it.
What kind of things...exactly?
Exactly anything. Whatever you want, OK?
Want to go skiing without leaving your den, you can,
but I'm assuming a guy like you, you wanna go skiing, you'd fly to Aspen.
That's not what you're interested in. It's, uh...
It's about the stuff that you can't have, right? The forbidden fruit.
Like running into a liquor store with a .357 Magnum,
feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins, huh?
Or...see that guy with the drop-dead Filipino girlfriend?
Wouldn't you like to be that guy for 20 minutes, the right 20 minutes?
Yeah.
I can make it happen and you won't even tarnish your wedding ring.
- Sounds good. - See, I can get you what you want.
I can get you anything. Just talk to me.
You have to trust me, cos I'm your priest.
I'm... I'm your shrink.
I am your main connection to the, uh...switchboard of souls.
I'm the magic man. Santa Claus of the subconscious.
You say it, you think it, you can have it.
You want a girl? You want two girls?
I don't know what your thing is, what you're curious about.
You want a guy?
Maybe you want to be a girl. Hey...
Think of that. Be a girl.
See what that feels like. Maybe you want a nun to tie you up.
It's all doable.
Talk to me about costs.
Before we get to numbers, I want you to try a taste. I got a deck with me.
- Right here? - Step into my office.
(Gasps)
Ohh.
Mmm.
Ooh.
You were just an 18-year-old girl taking a shower.
You're beginning to see the possibilities here?
Hey. So, where is he?
He's in the back, making a deal.
Next time, let's meet someplace private.
Cops have more to worry about than the squid trade.
Oh, yeah? Assume the position, you miserable techno-perv puke.
Beat it, fuckwad!
Max, I was with a client. You think that's funny?
Prick.
See that preppy puke's face? Pissed all over his topsiders!
OK, it was funny, but it could cost me money.
Come on, amigo. No one knows how to work them like you do.
You could sell a rat's asshole for a wedding ring.
I could.
- Let me buy you a drink. Bobby! - Bobby!
Bobby!
Tequila, por favor. Double shots. Make it a Tres Generaciones.
Nothing but the best for Lenny,
the finest cop to ever get thrown off the vice squad.
- Fuck you. - (Laughs)
Yeah. Nice tie.
- Thanks, Max. - You dress like a fucking pimp.
- It cost more than your wardrobe. - That's not saying much.
It's the one thing that stands between me and the jungle.
The jungle, where some bird can cap you in the head and ruin your day.
- You were lucky, Max. - So darn lucky...
I wake up with a .22 in my brain and a cop pension I can't live off of.
Damn! It's a good thing I wasn't luckier.
Bobby, hit me again.
- You seen Faith lately? - No, she won't call me.
It's just as well.
Sure, Faith was the best woman you could ever hope to get, and it's...
humiliating that she's gone, but you got to face that it's over.
Thanks, chaplain. I'm touched by your concern.
I just hate to see you pining away.
You're my friend. It makes me want to vomit.
- Hey, Iris. You OK? - I got to talk to you.
What happened? Some john get rough on you?
No. Can we talk in private? Please?
I'm in trouble. So is Faith.
- There's the magic fucking word. - Come with me to your car.
- There's something you have to see. - What's going on?
It's a bad situation.
- What? - If they get me, I know they'll...
Who?
- (Siren) - Oh, shit.
Hang on! That's my car!
Not any more. It belongs to the bank.
Hey, wait a second.
- Whoops. - Oh, yeah.
Two million years of human evolution, that's the best you can come up with.
What do you get to repo a car? 200? 250?
I'll pay you 350 right now.
- You got the cash? - I was gonna write you a cheque.
- See ya. - I respect that. I would want cash.
They'll take my cheque inside. Just give me two minutes.
Here. You can keep my watch for collateral.
It's... It's a Rolex.
I'll be right back. Two minutes. Two minutes?
Son of a bitch!
What happened to your car this time?
See, Lenny, if you packed your piece, you could make the guy see sense.
Bobby, turn this up.
# You watch us take it all then you'll understand our pain
# We'll make you the rat that crawled through the cracks
# You love that red, white, and blue
# But you hate the black, black, black
# And you try to make me think I did this to myself
# When the drugs I smoke and the guns I tote both came from your shelf
# I never had a dream, cos
# My life is a nightmare
# America's been my bogeyman for 400 years #
'Are you asking me how I feel? '
'We felt Jeriko. We listened to him!'
'The LAPD is a military force
'turned against its own people.
'We live in a police state...'
Hey, Macey.
Shh.
'..with their social programmes that don't work.'
(Applause)
'They're rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
'But a new day is coming.
'2K is coming.
'The day of reckoning is upon us.
'History ends and begins again...
'right here...right now.'
Right on! To the end of all things.
You know how I know it's the end of the world?
- No. Tell me. - Everything's already been done.
Every kind of music's been tried, every government's been tried,
every fucking hairstyle, bubble gum flavours,
you know, breakfast cereal.
What are we going to do? How are we going to make another thousand years?
I'm telling you, man, it's over. We used it all up.
- So, what's this week's sad story? - They jerked my wheels.
It's outrageous the computer errors the banks make. Have you noticed?
No, I haven't, because I make my payments.
So, Max Peltier, how's the PI business?
Sucks. But when I get this new logo...
I want to hear this scumbag.
- 'Do you have any leads?' - 'Was there adequate security?'
'There was adequate security available. He chose not to have it.'
- Why is he a scumbag? - You-know-who left Lenny for him.
- Faith left Lenny for him? - Don't say Faith.
You use the "F" word around Lenny, you got to tranquillise him.
Shh!
'I know I've lost a friend.
'A man of great courage, which is more than I can say for most of us.'
- If you're riding... - OK, let's go.
(Siren)
Fuck you, you pig!
(Macey) Driving Mr Lenny.
It's gonna be a big night. Feel the energy in the air.
There's money to be made, dreams to sell.
- Sleaze to peddle. - That is so unenlightened.
I sell experiences.
The way I see it, I'm performing a humanitarian service.
- I probably save lives. - I don't want to hear this.
Everybody needs to walk to the dark end of the street sometimes.
The risks... The streets are a war zone. Sex can kill you.
Slip on the 'trodes,
get what you need almost as good as the real thing and a lot safer.
Porno. Face it, you sell porno to wireheads.
Harsh. Harsh and untrue.
My clients are professionals. Some are even celebrities.
- What celebrities? - The guy from the news.
- He does the weather. - That counts.
- Hey, you passed La Cienega. - I'm not taking La Cienega.
It's the quickest way to the club.
I've got business there. I'm meeting people.
Mace, you're my friend.
I'll give you 25% of what I make tonight.
This may be hard for you, but friends don't have to pay their friends.
- Faith's singing there tonight. - I should have known.
Look, I've pulled 12 hours. I got to get some sleep.
I got a pick-up at the St James Club.
You can catch a cab. It'll take you wherever you wanna go.
A taxi? Well, someone might see me.
(Cop) Hold it right there, ma'am. Whoa. Hold it right there.
- You made me late. - What's your pickup's name?
- Fumitsu. - Fumitsu?
Fumitsu. Fumitsu.
(Cop) Leave the car right here.
- Oh, fuck. - (Cop) Get the one on the right.
- Nero. - Strickland.
Commissioner Strickland.
Since you shit-canned my career, I don't even have to call you sir.
Aren't you a little far from your usual gutter?
I was invited here by a friend, Mr Fumitsu. He's over there.
I don't like disappointments. You know what disappoints me very much?
Your sex life? Excuse me.
Mr Fumitsu.
- Konbanwa. - Konbanwa.
Leonard Nero, BLS Limousine and Security Service.
I've arranged for one of our finest drivers Lornette Mason to take you.
She's a security specialist, trained in defensive combat,
and the car's bulletproof and fully armoured.
I'll be coming along to do our routine periodic driver evaluation.
We do it to ensure that our VIP clients
are always treated as honoured guests.
Good evening, Mr Fumitsu. Sir, please watch your head.
Excuse me, Mr Nero.
Excuse me, sir!
- What the fuck are you doing? - Coming with you.
(Sighs)
You will not live to see the morning.
Drive on.
- (Fumitsu speaks Japanese) - Are you a cop?
No? Good. Have you ever been wired?
(Fumitsu) Wired?
- The latest technology. - Oh...
That is beautiful.
You got to take a look at this, OK?
Yeah.
- You're gonna love it. - You have more?
I have more. Believe me.
(Both laugh)
(Tyres screech)
Hey! Hey! Careful on the jacket. It's Armani.
- Hey, are you angry? - No wirehead shit in my car!
- You're on foot! - In LA? Are you crazy?
Can I come in? I'm having a hard time hearing the stereo!
I need my case. It's still in the back.
Can we talk here, like two rational adults?
Uhh!
Um, that would be no.
OK, you got my attention.
This is cutting off the circulation in my head. Do you mind?
Macey...
It's cool, it's nothing. Two seconds.
This is uncharacteristic for you, Miss Ice Water In Her Veins.
You pushed me too far! You made me lose it in front of a client!
- I could get fired! - Are we still friends?
Friendship is more than one person doing favours for another.
- I know. - I don't hustle my friends.
You just suck people along with your schemes and your slick act.
- We're still buddies? - Don't use the time I'm talking
to think about what you're gonna say next.
- You listening? - Yeah.
You're always broke, you go from one score to the next.
You're strung-out. You don't even see it.
It's your brain, so do whatever the hell you want with it,
but not on my watch.
I got a child, I got rent,
and I got an ex-husband doing hard time who doesn't send me a dime.
I'm just trying to hold on here.
I know you wouldn't say this if you didn't care about me. Thanks.
You're getting out with Fumitsu, and that's the end.
I'll get you to the Templars in ten minutes.
- Sorry for the inconvenience. - I'm changing my plans.
Mr Nero has recommended an excellent club, the Retinal Fetish.
- It's on La Cienega. - Yes, sir.
- Enjoy your evening, Mr Fumitsu. - Mace, I appreciate it. Thank you.
Hey, come on.
Excuse us.
This is a friend of mine, Mr Fumitsu. Can you take care of him?
(Hostess) John, could you take care of this gentleman?
Hey. Bye.
- Hey, Lenny. How ya doing? - Who's the new guy in Gant's posse?
Wade Beemer, played running back for the Rams, '96, '97.
Like a fucking freight train.
- Rams... Football, right? - No, ping-pong(!)
Hey, Iris was looking for you.
Hello, Lenny.
It's OK, Wade, he's an old friend of mine, Lenny Nero.
Come to peddle me some clips for old time's sake,
or just makin' a few bucks for the holidays?
I wouldn't sell you the sweat off a dead dog's balls.
I've already got everything I need from you.
Cut it out, Philo.
Too bad about your guy Jeriko.
You lost your golden goose.
Show some respect. He was an important artist.
Important for your label, which is why you're mourning.
His records will sell out now he's dead, and you'll make out.
Always do.
Faith, can I talk to you for one second?
It's not a good idea right now.
Just for one second, OK?
- About what? - That would be between me and Faith.
Funny, I don't feel anything between you and Faith.
You see...
that's your problem, Lenny, you assume too much.
You assume there's something where there's nothing,
you assume that you have a life,
when in fact, you're just peddling pieces of other people's lives
and the broken parts of your own.
Faith...
Get him to his car.
Call me, OK? Faith!
Call me!
Lenny the loser.
- Leave him alone, Philo, OK? - You shouldn't talk to him.
You shouldn't talk to anybody, not with everything that's going on.
You are too goddam paranoid. You know that, Philo?
Paranoia's just...
reality on a finer scale.
(Lenny) Thank you(!)
Awoo! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- Hey. - Hey! What's up, my brother?
- Those rascals haven't grown back? - No. Any day now. I just know it.
Hey, I got something for you.
It's a present, something I had custom-made.
- Happy Millennium. - Oh.
I got something for you, too. Just showed up tonight.
I don't know who from.
Fan mail from some flounder?
Mmm.
- Hi. - Hi.
# Strange days not like before #
(Cheering and applause)
# I can hardly wait
# It's been so long
# I've lost my taste
# Say angel, come
# Say lick my face
# Let fall your drapes
# I'll play the part
# I open this mouth wide
# Eat your heart... #
(Cheering)
# Your heart
# I can hardly wait
# Lips crack dry
# Tongue bursts
# Say angel, come
# Say lick my face
# It's been so long
# I've lost my taste
# Here, Romeo
# Make my watered brain #
Hi, baby.
I missed you.
Lenny, you have to leave. I mean it.
Iris said you were in trouble. What did she mean?
- You talked to Iris? When? - Tonight.
I haven't seen that girl in months.
Who knows what's going on in that whore's head?
She used to be your best friend.
Iris? You're really running out of excuses to come around, aren't you?
I know you. You're afraid of something. What's going on?
Let it alone. It will take care of itself.
It's Gant, isn't it? He's poison.
He's got you walled in and he uses the wire too much.
He gets off on tape, not on you.
That's a good one coming from you.
- Why don't you just split? - Cos I don't want to.
Do you love him? I don't think so.
To him, you're some kind of possession. You're like a Ferrari.
You're just something to show the other guys.
Yeah? He has his uses, too, you know.
What? He going to record you on his label?
He might.
You never know, right?
Faith...
Faith, listen to me. I've watched you create yourself out of nothing.
You're like a goddam cruise missile targeted on making it, and you will.
I know I will.
It's you up on that stage, not him.
You don't need him.
Get out of here. If Philo catches you, he'll hurt you.
- I'm already hurting. - I'm serious. He's acting crazy.
He's doing way too much playback. He's gotten completely paranoid.
He's such a control freak now, he's even paying Max to follow me around.
- Max? You're kidding. - Yeah, for about a month now.
Jesus.
Look, Lenny, just stay away from Philo and stay away from me.
Stop trying to rescue me. Those days are over.
I'm a big girl now. I've changed.
Stop trying to save me, I don't need saving. Just give up on me!
I just... I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
You know one of the ways that movies are still better than playback?
Cos the music comes up, there's credits,
and you always know when it's over.
It's over!
You were great.
Hey, man. I know what you're thinking.
- She told me about your new gig. - Man, I feel like shit about it.
- You should feel like shit. - I do feel like shit. OK?
- Hey, you introduced me to Gant. - I introduced him to Faith, too.
Questionable move, given the historical perspective.
I can take his money. You wouldn't believe what I'm charging.
And I make sure Faith is OK at the same time.
Keep an eye on her, for you. OK?
Which you can't do without getting your fingers bent the wrong way back.
I'm busted, man. I need the money.
- This does us both some good. - Fairly twisted logic, even for you.
- Hey, you got a job. - I got a job.
OK. I'm sorry. You got a job.
- That's great. - I got a job!
Hey, listen. You got to stay on her. Watch her for me, please.
- I'm on her. - OK.
- Take it easy, all right? - Yeah. You, too.
Come on.
Here, chicky, chicky, chicky, chicky, chicky...
Hey, wait a minute. I recognise you. You're Wade Beemer, right?
Running back for the Rams. '96, '97.
- Am I right? - Yeah. Th-That's right.
I saw you play, man. I mean, you were good, really good.
Like a fuckin' freight train.
What happened? Injuries or what?
- Oh, bullshit politics. - It's always politics.
Like this thing. He's paying you to tune me up.
I could pay you more not to.
- I could write a cheque right now. - Ah... I got to go.
OK. Cash... Cash! Here's everything I have on me.
Oh, look. What do you say? How about, uh, a Rolex?
I got a real one.
Come on. It won't hurt too bad. It's nothing personal.
Just one second, please.
It's my jacket. It's... It's really expensive.
And just not...not the eyes.
You're bleeding.
Some jerk puked on the stairs, and I slipped. I should sue.
You came back for me.
I came back to pick up my client.
No, you came back for me.
I got to lie down, Macey, please, in the back?
Some piece of work, Lenny Nero.
You're calmly backstroking along in the big toilet bowl,
and somehow, you never let it touch you.
I mean, between working vice and your current so-called occupation,
you must have seen every perversion.
But you just like some Teflon man.
Still come out this... goofball romantic.
It's my sword and my shield, Macey.
All right. A little B & E action.
- What'd you say? - Oh, nothing.
(Siren)
(Zip)
(Screams)
Shit.
No, no.
Please. Please.
Please...
You can let me go, please.
I haven't seen your face. Please.
L-Let me go. Let me go, please...
Oh, my... Holy...
(Screams)
- (Gasping) - Lenny...
Lenny!
Go to the Sunset Regent right now.
Go! Go!
(Tyres screech)
Oh, Christ.
He's jacking it into his own output!
She's seeing what he's seeing.
She's... She's seeing herself!
(Screams)
Ohh...
My God...
(Gasping)
God! (Gasps)
(Silence)
Oh, my God... Oh, my God...
Lenny... What is it?
- A black-jack. - Black-jack?
A snuff clip.
It was Iris.
- The sick fucker killed her. - Are you sure it's real?
(Cop) Tell 'em we got a 187. Call it in.
(Heavy breathing)
(Panting)
(Moans)
Well, I lost my appetite...
for about a year.
- Wanna take a look? - Hell, no. I don't fool with that.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- You OK? - No. Not really.
All right. Let's work it.
No, I... I can't.
Come on, Lenny, you used to be good at this shit.
Let's play it down. What's the perp doing?
- I can't. - You used to be a fuckin' cop, OK?
Now, that is a fucking murder.
- What's he doing? - OK. H-He stalks her.
And, uh...
he rapes her...and he does her.
And records it, right? He wants to see it again and again.
He records himself raping and killing.
- While sending a signal to her. - So she feels what he feels
while he's inside her.
The thrill while he's killing her is sent to her, heightening her fear,
which, in turn, heightens the turn-on for him.
I've seen... I've seen a lot.
- So have I. Too much. - It's a bad one.
He makes her see her own death, feeds off the reaction.
He records it all. Everything.
- And gives it to you. - Yeah. He wants to share it.
Of course he wants to share, man. That's his deal.
He needs an audience. This is a sick puppy.
- Why me? - Cos you're the magic man, Lenny.
You make dreams happen.
If it's got something to do with the wire, it washes up on your beach.
I've never dealt in black-jacks. Never. Everybody knows that.
He's just skull-fucking you, buddy. He just wants a reaction out of you.
He wants to make you do something that you do not want to do.
Maybe he figures Lenny will appreciate what he's created.
It's the dark end of the street. How do you like it now?
- Jesus, Mace, back off. - This guy's one of your squid-heads.
- He's somebody you know, Lenny. - The problem with that is
Lenny knows...everybody.
- Take the tape to the cops. - No.
No. I'll... They'll crucify me.
So this wire-freak gets to keep running around, huh?
The police will think he's the perp.
They'll go through his client list, and ruin his life...
such as it is.
I'll call my buddies at homicide, say Iris was my friend.
That'll put me in the loop. I'll get the forensics and all that shit.
Get some sleep. I'll call you when I get something. Relax!
Lenny!
Keep moving, man. Somebody's thinking about you a lot.
(Guitar continues, muffled)
Leave me alone!
Don't come to my house. Are you trying to ruin my life?
Iris is dead. She was murdered.
- Who did it? - Whoever he is, he's damaged goods.
Iris said you were in danger, too.
- I'm not in any danger. - Faith! No more games.
Whatever you're hiding you have to get out of here. Come with me now!
Then what? Are you gonna protect me? Are you a tough guy?
You're a fucking talker. You don't even own a gun.
I have a gun under my bed.
You don't know what you're fucking with here.
- Tell me. - (Philo) Tell him, Faith. Go on.
Uh, listen. Lenny just stopped by to give me some bad news, OK?
An old friend of mine's been murdered. Remember Iris?
How the fuck did you get up here?
Charm.
Tell you what, Lenny. Just for you, hmm?
Make you a deal. Why don't you just take her? Hm?
If she's so unhappy and she wants to leave, she can go!
Besides, Faith always knows what she wants. Don't you, baby?
See? Hands off.
I'll tell you something else. I'll tell you this, you fuck.
If she says she stays, you go.
You crawl back to wherever the fuck it is you came from
and never cross my vision again.
Faith...
Come on.
Come on...
I've made my choice, Lenny.
Get him out.
Get him out!
You're fucking crazy, Faith! You're fucking crazy! Come with me!
Faith!
I don't love you any more. Do you understand that?
You mean nothing to me! Leave me alone, Lenny, please!
You said you were gonna get Iris out of this, Philo.
Now you understand the danger we're in.
So sweet what you said out there, so touching. I almost believed it.
I don't think he even understands you did it for him.
He doesn't know what's going on. Leave him alone!
I'd love to leave him alone
if he'd stop coming round and you'd stop talking!
The only time a whore should open her mouth is when she's giving head.
Shit! Mace! Help!
Don't be shy, Lenny. This is your floor.
Come on now, Lenny. You're going to the hospital.
(Lenny) Can we be smart here? I could make it worth your while.
I don't mind a couple of shots. Just go light is all I'm saying.
Here, look. Take my Rolex.
Ooh, nice watch.
- Is this impact resistant? - Sure.
You stupid piece of shit!
You stupid fuck. Get up!
Come on. Get up!
(Corto) Oh, ho. Pain. Pain!
We tried to find a smaller girl to beat the shit out of you,
but it was short notice.
It was short notice!
Oh! Ow! That one had to hurt.
Safety's on.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, wait!
- I need a drink. - Lenny, get some rest.
The cops know they'll never nail this guy
the second they walk in the room.
It's all about what they see walking in...
dead hooker, handcuffs, penetration.
Cops are lazy, and they know nobody gives a shit about a dead hooker.
They're roadkill, right?
So they'll take pictures, make jokes,
and just shrug it off like it's a random kill.
- It's the kind you never solve. - That doesn't add, does it?
Iris said she knew somebody was after her. That is not random.
If they get me, I...
She said "they". "If THEY get me."
Which means this whole random sex killer thing is bullshit.
- Somebody whacked her for a reason. - So this guy's not a psycho?
He's a psycho. To do what's on that tape,
he's not a well-adjusted human being.
I got to get some sleep.
OK, Lenny. Put that down, and I'll check on you tomorrow.
Hey, you wanna rub my neck?
- (Sighs) - My shoulder's real sore.
OK. All right. Come here.
- Right here? - Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Ohh...
Don't stop.
How's Zander?
Oh... He's fine.
- I miss him. - He misses you, too.
I'm real sorry about being so hard on you earlier.
I just see you getting sucked into this deeper and deeper, and, um...
Macey, come on. I know you still love me.
(Siren)
How can you do this in front of your child?
In front of your son.
- Mace, hold on. Mace... - In front of your son!
(Sobbing)
Zander!
"When a child loves you for a long, long time,
"not just to play with, but really loves you..."
- Hi, honey. - Hi, Mommy!
- This is Lenny. - Hi.
(Phone)
'Hi, it's Lenny. Just what do you have in mind?'
(Beep)
(Max) 'Hey, the last day of the world and you spend it in bed?'
- What's up, Max? - Not a whole lot, man.
They've just been saying words over Jeriko.
Tension's running pretty high down here.
- Faith OK? - Yeah.
She's leaving with Gant, so I got to boogie.
Iris checked into the Regent last night under a false name. Paid cash.
- So she was hiding out. - Yep.
I heard you dropped in on Gant last night.
- 'Another slick Lenny move, huh?' - He's in this somehow.
'Just stay close to Faith, OK?'
No worries, bro. I gotta jam.
(Zip)
(Panting)
(Door opens)
What up, Lenny?
- So, where we going? - Anywhere.
- You're acting strange, what's up? - Shh, Mace.
We'll talk about it in the car.
Hand me that box of tapes.
- Oh, shit. - What's the matter?
This tie doesn't go with blue.
(Yelling)
(Macey) Lenny, would you relax?
We're not being followed.
- Stop being so paranoid. - The guy had a knife to my throat
in my living-room.
Relaxing might be right out, OK?
(Panting)
Oh, man. Oh, that is one unbelievable piece of eye-fuck.
Skip the art criticism, Tick. What can you tell me about the wearer?
That guy is fucked up.
- We know that. - He has some distortion
in the visual cortex.
The colour and grey-scale values are messed up, like colour-blindness.
See the peak period ratios? There could be a tumour or brain lesion.
Whoever's doing this is using a box to split the signal...
- Ever make a box like that? - A few. I can't see if it's mine.
I don't like this.
- This is not good. - What?
It's cutting close to me. She was just here, man!
- Who? - Iris!
- Iris was here? - She was shaking like a junkie,
saying she wanted me to copy some clip.
- What clip? - I don't know.
She said I wouldn't wanna see it. She was gonna give it to you.
- She never gave me a tape. - Think back to what she said.
She came in. She was crying. She wanted to go to my car.
Let's go to your car. There's something you have to see.
- Something about my car. - In your car.
That's a handy little attitude adjuster.