-You ready? -Yeah. Boot it.
-That's it. -Okay, that's it.
-I'm recording! -Good, good.
Are you crazy? Wait tiII I get this down!
You trying to I.D. me?
-Fucking retard! -What's the probIem?
-Don't be a pussy. -Fuck you.
Fuck you, don't caII me a pussy. I'II fucking I.D. you!
-Take the gun. -I get this piece of shit?
I can't beIieve it. Is it even Ioaded?
I want the auto. I never get the auto!
I fucked your shit, man!
Don't fucking shoot at me!
Don't fucking touch me.
Right there. Turn right.
Okay, okay, okay! Just reIax.
Here we go, here we go. There it is, there it is.
Easy, easy, easy.
Okay, one, two, three.
-Go! -Yeah, go!
Crush that punk!
Go, go, go, go!
Get on the ground, you motherfucker!
Hands in the air! Hands in the air!
No, no, no. Where you going, bitch?
Over here! Over here!
-Get the fucking money! -You, open the register. Now!
You want to fucking die, you IittIe fuck?
Get the fuck out of the way!
That's it? That's it?
-Where's the fucking money? -Here we go.
-Don't shoot us! -Come on. This way, this way.
Go, man!
Run! Run, man, run!
You want to die? Run, man!
Go! Don't Iook at me, you fucking Chink!
-Get in there! -Get him inside.
Get inside! Get inside!
-You get the money? -Yes!
-What are you doing? -Come on, man. We gotta go!
You get the money or not? How much? How much?
-It's the poIice! -Oh, fuck!
I'm going! I'm going!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Come on! FoIIow me.
Stop!
The fucking doors are Iocked!
Where are the cops?
What are you doing, man? Just go, man, go!
Shit. Shit!
Drop your goddamn weapon!
Come on. Come on.
Go, man, go!
Come on, jump! Don't Iook!
This is insane, man!
Hey! You stop, asshoIe!
-Oh, no! -Grab my hand!
I'm gonna fucking die! I'm gonna die!
Goddamn it! You know I don't deaI in snuff.
-Don't have a coronary. -You couId've warned me.
I hate the zap when they die. It just brings down your whoIe day.
-Jesus, Tick. -Sorry.
How did you get it? Why isn't it in evidence?
With aII the bIood, they didn't see the rig.
-It was under a wig. -How did you get it?
I got ways, Lenny, I got ways.
I got a deaI with some paramedics.
My guy pages me, I pick it up at the morgue.
This cIip has got to be worth at Ieast a grand, right?
Tick, not to dash your hopes. . .
. . .but you know I don't deaI this kind of product.
I'II pay four since I have to cut off the end and my customers want uncut.
Fuck, the Iast part is the best.
You dry-dive six stories and bIammo! You jack into the Big BIack.
I don't deaI bIack-jack cIips!
It's poIicy. I got ethics here.
Yeah? When did that start?
This is what peopIe want to see. You know it.
Give it to somebody eIse.
Lenny, I got expenses.
I gotta fix my rig. There's bIood aII over the heads.
-Put it away. -Give me six at Ieast.
This is a good cIip, man. It gets you pumping.
WeII, the first part's okay.
Better than the usuaI soaps you bring me.
That's coId. I aIways bring you choice.
Sure, Iike this Iow-grade shit here. A girI fighting with her boyfriend.
It's a test pattern. Nothing happens. I'm snoring.
You're aIways teIIing me bring you street Iife.
Bring you reaI Iife. That one man's mundane and desperate existence. . .
-. . .is another man's TechnicoIor. -I said that?
-It's a direct quote. -I'II take it for five.
You'II make out okay. It's pure cream.
No cut to the wearer.
Yeah, that's for sure.
-Okay. -What eIse you got?
Calls are a little kooky tonight.
It's a little after 2 a.m., December 30th, 1 999.
-Second to last day of the century. -HeIIo, Jer?
I'II drop the money by tomorrow, next day Iatest.
It's a IittIe crazed now. WouId I Iie? Never to you.
Never to you. You're not wrong. You're not wrong.
Prick.
Dan, you looking forward to 2000?
Not really. I mean, what's the point?
Nothing changes New Year's Day. The economy sucks.
Gas is over 3 bucks a gallon.
Fifth-grade kids are shooting each other at recess.
The whole thing sucks. What the hell are we celebrating?
Shoot the cIip. Get it to me by Monday.
CIient wants a guy and two girIs. The guy wears.
He's trying to be originaI.
And the girIs have to be young, okay?
So don't use your mother Iike you usuaIIy do.
Yeah, you too, asshoIe.
Caller, you're on the air.
I'm DeWayne. I got a New Year's resolution for the police.
Hey, yo, 5-0, better get down with the 2K.
2K, DeWayne? What is that?
2K, you know? The big 2000.
Tomorrow night. Out with the old, in with the new.
See, for the Man, no news is good news.
He'd like to keep it the way it is, but we're gonna make it our own.
History gonna start right here, you know? Right now.
I want to give a shout out to Boo.
You're on, Lori.
Read the Bible, Mark. There won 't be another 1 000 years.
We're in the Last Days as told in--
The Last Days? You mean the coming of the Apocalypse, the Rapture?
Look at the signs. Wars, and rumors of wars--
Just so the rest of us know how much time is left...
... when is the Rapture supposed to hit, exactly?
Is it midnight, New Year's Eve?
That's right.
Is that midnight L.A. time or Eastern Standard Time, or what?
-What time zone is God in anyway? -I pray for you all.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Okay, yeah, I can use this. Listen, it's not bad. . .
. . .but move your eyes sIower next time.
Much sIower, Iike you're making Iove with your eyes. Okay?
Let me get this straight.
You're gonna pay me $200 to put on a hairnet and bang some babe.
I gotta think about this.
Let's get you wired up.
I hope the axIe grease in your hair doesn't harm the SQUID receptors.
What is aII this " squid" shit?
Superconducting Quantum Interference Device. SQUID.
The receptor rig on your head sends a signaI to the recorder.
We caII it being " wired. " But there's no wire.
Keep the recorder cIose. Five, six feet away max.
In your jacket pocket, by the bed, or wherever you cIose escrow.
-Got it? -Yeah.
You got a haIf-hour of tape, so give a Iead-in to the main event.
But I don't want to Ieave for popcorn.
-Don't worry. -You got it?
-No probIem. -You Iook great. You Iook beautifuI.
1 0- 1 7, do you request back up?
That's a negative.
Suspect is a bIack maIe. 35 to 40.
We're handIing it.
-Freeze! -Freeze, you bitch!
You fucking bitch!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
God!
Hi, it's Lenny. Just what do you have in mind?
Lenny.
Goddamn it, you gotta be there!
You gotta heIp me. PIease pick up the phone.
Come on, pick up.
Come on, Lenny. Fucking pick up the phone!
Okay, I'll call you back.
You okay?
You're doing good, honey.
You Iook so good.
-Hey, come back. -You aII right?
You need heIp?
Sweetie, you're doing good.
I'm sorry.
-HoId my hand. -I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?
How do you feeI?
Lucky.
Dry me.
You want to watch or you gonna do?
Watch and see.
Oh, wow.
You Iook so beautifuI.
I Iove your eyes, Lenny.
I Iove the way they see.
New Year's Eve, 1 999.
It's called the party of the century, but it may be the biggest party ever.
No one's seen preparations like this. But preparations require care...
...and insurance.
And the LAPD is one insurance company that doesn 't want accidents.
The two bodies found today under the Hollywood freeway...
...have been I.D. 'd as rap star Jeriko One and band member James Polton...
...known to fans as ''Replay. ''
Both were shot repeatedly...
...in what police characterized as execution-style.
An unidentified woman was found with them...
...also shot numerous times.
Police said that the killings appear to be gang-related.
With his band, Prophets of Light, Jeriko One's political stance...
...and violent lyrics have stirred nationwide controversy.
Keith.
Keith?
-Yeah. -Lenny.
Lenny Nero. We spoke on the phone. Hi.
Not to be rude, Keith, but I gotta ask. Are you a cop?
-I understand. No, I'm not. -You understand?
Attorney, right? Attorney?
-Right? -That's right.
TasseIed shoes. Entertainment Iaw wouId be my guess.
ReIax. It's my job to know peopIe and what they want. . .
. . .what's behind their eyes.
Okay, so teII me. Have you ever jacked in?
Have you ever wire tripped?
No.
A virgin brain! Good. We're gonna start you off right.
Just save us some time. TeII me what you know.
Just what I've read.
The technoIogy was deveIoped for the feds to repIace the body wire.
And now it's gone bIack market.
That's right. So this conversation is not taking pIace, okay?
-You're damn right it's not. -Good. Good.
-So do I get the deck from you? -I'II get you a deck at my cost. . .
-. . .since my thing is the software. -CIips, right?
CIips. Right.
Now, Iisten, I want you to know what we're taIking about here.
This is not Iike TV, onIy better.
This is Iife.
It's a piece of somebody's Iife.
Pure and uncut, straight from the cerebraI cortex.
You're there. You're doing it, you're seeing it. . .
. . .you're hearing it, you're feeIing it.
What kind of things, exactIy?
Anything. Whatever you want. Whoever you want to be.
You can go skiing without Ieaving your den.
But I'm assuming a guy Iike you. . .
. . .you want to ski, you fIy to Aspen.
That's not what you're interested in here.
It's the stuff you can't have. The forbidden fruit.
Like running into a store with a .357 Magnum. . .
. . .feeIing the adrenaIin pumping through your veins. Or. . .
. . .see that guy with the drop-dead FiIipino girIfriend?
WouIdn't you Iike to be him for 20 minutes?
The right 20 minutes.
I can make it happen.
You won't even tarnish your wedding ring.
-Sounds good. -See, I can get you what you want.
I can. You just have to taIk to me. You have to trust me.
Because I'm your priest.
I'm your shrink.
I am your main connection to the switchboard of souIs.
I'm the Magic Man.
The Santa CIaus of the subconscious.
You say it, you think it, you can have it.
You want a girI?
You want two girIs?
I don't know what your thing is, what you're curious about.
You want a guy?
Maybe you want to be a girI.
Think of that. Be a girI, see what that feeIs Iike.
Maybe you want a nun to tie you up? It's aII doabIe.
TaIk to me about costs.
Before we get into numbers, I want you to try a taste.
-I got a deck with me. -Right here?
Step into my office.
You were just an 1 8-year-oId girI taking a shower.
Are you beginning to see the possibiIities here?
Hey.
Where is he?
In the back, making a deaI.
Can we meet somepIace Iess pubIic?
The cops have more to worry about than the SQUID trade--
Don't move!
Assume the position, you techno-perv puke.
Beat it, fuckwad!
-Gotcha. -Jesus, Max, I was with a cIient!
You think that's funny? Prick.
You see the Iook on that preppie puke's face?
-Pissed on his Top-Siders! -It was funny.
But it cost me a Iot of money.
Amigo, the worId's fuII of marks.
No one works them Iike you do, paI.
You couId seII a rat's asshoIe for a wedding ring.
Yeah, I couId.
-Let me buy you a drink. Bobby! -Bobby!
-Bobby!
TequiIa. DoubIe shots.
Make it a Tres Generaciones.
Nothing but the best for my good friend.
Finest cop to ever get thrown off vice.
Fuck you.
-Nice tie. -Thanks, Max.
-You aIways gotta dress Iike a pimp? -The tie cost more than your wardrobe.
-That's not saying much. -It stands between me and the jungIe.
To the jungIe!
Where some shitbird can cap you in the back of the head and ruin your day.
-You were Iucky, Max. -Yep.
So darn Iucky, I wake up with a .22 short fIoating in my brainpan. . .
. . .and a cop pension I can't Iive off of.
It's a good thing I wasn't any Iuckier.
Bobby. Hit me again.
You seen Faith IateIy?
She won't caII me.
Just as weII, Lenny.
Faith was the most outstanding woman a guy Iike you couId ever hope to get.
And it's deepIy humiIiating that she's gone.
But you gotta face that it's over, compadre.
I'm touched by your concern.
I just hate to see you pining away, okay?
You're my friend. It makes me want to vomit.
-Hey, Iris. You okay? -I gotta taIk to you. It's serious.
What happened, honey? Some john get rough on you?
No, I mean taIk private. PIease?
I'm in troubIe.
So is Faith.
-There it is, the magic fucking word. -Can we go 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'II-- -Who?
Oh, shit!
Hang on, that's my car!
Not anymore. BeIongs to the bank.
Hey, wait a second.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Great!
Two miIIion years of evoIution, that's the best idea you come up with.
What do you get to repo a car?
200? 250?
I'II pay you 350 right now.
-You got cash? -I was gonna write a check--
-See you. -Okay, I totaIIy respect that caII.
I wouId want cash. They'II take my check inside.
You're pressed for time. Just give me two minutes.
Here, you can keep my watch for coIIateraI.
It's a RoIex. 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 couId make the guy see sense.
Bobby, turn it up. I want to watch this shit.
You know how I feel? Are you asking 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!
-The mayor... -Hey, Macey.
...and councilmen sit in their offices with their social programs...
... that don 't work.
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 aII things!
You know how I know it's the end?
No, teII me.
Because everything's aIready been done.
Every kind of music's been tried, every government's been tried. . .
. . .every fucking hairstyIe, fucking bubbIe gum fIavors. . .
. . .breakfast cereaI, every type of fucking-- What are we gonna do?
How we gonna make it another 1 000 years?
I'm teIIing you, man, it's over. We used it aII up.
-What's this week's sad story? -They jerked my wheeIs.
It's outrageous, the errors the banks are making IateIy.
-You noticed? -No, I haven't. . .
. . .because I make my payments.
Max PeItier, how's the PI business?
Sucks. But as soon as I get this new Iogo--
Shut up, I want to hear this scumbag.
You have any leads?
Why wasn 't security provided?
We always had adequate security available.
He chose not to have those encumbrances in his life.
-Why's he a scumbag? -You-know-who Ieft Lenny for him.
-Faith Ieft Lenny for him? -Don't say " Faith. "
Use the F-word around him, it triggers a maudIin dispIay.
The LAPD said it's a gang-related incident.
I only know I've lost a friend and a man of great courage...
... which is more than I can say for most of us.
-If you're riding, Iet's-- -Okay, Iet's go.
" Driving Mr. Lenny. "
It's gonna be a big night. Can't you feeI the energy?
There's money to be made. There's dreams to seII.
SIeaze to peddIe.
See, that is so unenIightened. I seII experiences.
I see it as performing a humanitarian service.
I probabIy save Iives.
I want to hear this part.
Everybody needs to waIk to the dark end sometimes. It's what we are.
The risks are out of Iine.
The streets are a war zone. Sex can kiII you.
So sIip on the 'trodes, get what you need.
AImost as good as the reaI thing. A Iot safer.
Porno. Face it, you seII porno to wireheads.
Harsh! Harsh and untrue.
My cIients are professionaIs. Some of them are even ceIebrities.
-Yeah? What ceIebrities? -The guy from the news.
He does the weather.
WeII, that counts. Hey, you passed La Cienega.
-I'm not taking La Cienega. -It's the quickest way to the cIub.
I gotta get to the cIub. I got business there.
You're my friend. I need you.
PIus I'II give you 25% of what I make tonight.
This may be a hard concept for you. . .
. . .but friends don't have to pay friends.
-Faith is singing there tonight. -I shouId have known.
Look, I puIIed 1 2 hours. I gotta get some sIeep.
I got one Iast pickup at the St. James's CIub.
There's a taxi stand. Catch a cab to where you want to go.
A taxi?
WeII, someone might see me.
Damn it, you made me Iate.
-What's his name? I'II find him. -Fumitsu.
Fumitsu. Fumitsu.
Oh, fuck.
-Nero. -StrickIand.
-Commissioner. -Whatever.
Since you canned me, I don't even have to say " sir. "
One of Iife's pIeasures.
You're peddIing a IittIe far from your gutter.
I was invited here by a cIose friend, Mr. Fumitsu. He's right over there.
I don't Iike disappointments, Nero.
Do you know what disappoints me?
Your sex Iife? Excuse me.
Mr. Fumitsu.
Leonard Nero, BLS Limousine and Security Service.
One of our finest drivers, Lornette Mason, wiII take care of you.
She's a security speciaIist trained in defensive combat.
Of course, the car is buIIetproof and fuIIy armored.
I'm coming aIong for a routine periodic driver evaIuation. . .
. . .with your permission.
We do it to ensure our VIP cIients are aIways treated as honored guests.
Good evening, Mr. Fumitsu.
Sir, pIease watch your head.
Excuse me, Mr. Nero. Excuse me, sir!
-What the fuck are you doing? -Coming with you.
You wiII not Iive to see the morning.
Drive on.
-Are you a cop? -No.
No? Good.
Have you ever been wired?
Wired?
The Iatest technoIogy.
That is so beautifuI.
You gotta take a Iook at this, okay?
-You're gonna Iove it. -You have more?
-I have more. -You do?
-BeIieve me, I have more. -Okay.
Hey, hey! CarefuI on the jacket. It's Armani.
-Hey, you angry? -I said, no wirehead shit in my car.
-You're on foot. -In L.A.? Are you crazy?
Can I come in?
I'm having a hard time hearing the stereo.
I need my case. It's stiII in the back.
Hey, can we taIk a IittIe bit here, Iike two rationaI aduIts?
That wouId be no.
You got my attention. It's cutting off the circuIation to my head.
Do you mind?
Mace.
It's cooI. Two seconds.
This is uncharacteristic of you, Miss Ice-Water-In-Her-Veins.
You pushed me too far.
I Iost it in front of a cIient. I couId get fired.
-Are we stiII friends? -I don't know.
Friendship is more than one person doing favors for another.
-I know-- -I don't hustIe friends.
-Hey-- -You suck peopIe aIong. . .
. . .with your schemes, scams and sIick act.
-Buddies? -Don't use the time I'm taIking. . .
. . .to think about what to say next.
-You Iistening? -Yeah.
Your ass is aIways broke. You go from one score to the next.
You're getting strung out.
You don't even see it.
It's your brain, so you do whatever the heII you want with it.
But not on my watch. You understand me?
I got a chiId, I got rent, and an ex-husband doing hard time.
He doesn't send me a dime of support. I'm just trying to hoId on here.
I know you wouIdn't be saying aII this if you didn't care.
-Thanks. -You get out with Fumitsu.
And that's the end.
I'II get you there in 1 0 minutes, sir. I'm sorry.
I'm changing my pIans.
Your supervisor has recommended an exceIIent cIub, the RetinaI Fetish.
I beIieve it's on La Cienega.
Yes, sir.
Enjoy your evening.
Hey, Mace, I reaIIy appreciate it. Thank you.
Excuse us.
-Hi, Lenny. -This is Mr. Fumitsu.
Take care of him. Show him a good time.
John, can you take care of this gentIeman?
Hey. Bye.
How you doing?
Who's the side of beef in Gant's posse?
Oh, that's Wade Beemer.
He was a running back for the Rams in '96 and '97.
Hit Iike a freight train.
-Rams, that's footbaII, right? -No, it's Ping-Pong.
Hey, Iris was Iooking for you.
HeIIo, Lenny.
It's okay, Wade, he's an oId friend of mine. Lenny Nero.
Come to peddIe cIips for oId time's sake. . .
. . .or making extra bucks for the hoIidays?
You're not a cIient. I wouIdn't seII you the sweat off a dog's baIIs.
I aIready got everything I need from you, thanks.
Cut it out, PhiIo.
Too bad about Jeriko. Tough break. You've Iost your goIden goose.
Try showing some respect. He was an important artist.
Important for your IabeI, which is why you're in mourning.
His records wiII seII out now he's dead. You'II make out.
AIways do.
Faith, can I taIk to you for one second?
It's not a good idea right now, Lenny.
I gotta taIk to you for one second.
-About what? -That wouId be between me and Faith.
Funny, I don't feeI anything between you and her.
You see, that's your probIem, Lenny.
You assume there's something where there's nothing.
You assume that you have a Iife.
In fact, you're just peddIing pieces of other peopIe's Iives. . .
. . .and the broken parts of your own.
Faith.
-Wade, get him to his car. -CaII me. Faith, caII me, okay?
Faith! CaII me!
Lenny the Loser.
-Leave him aIone, PhiIo, okay? -You shouIdn't be taIking to him.
You shouIdn't taIk to anybody. Not with aII that's going on.
You are too goddamned paranoid, you know that?
Paranoia's just reaIity on a finer scaIe.
Thank you.
-What up, Tex? -What's up, my brother?
Those rascaIs stiII haven't grown back?
No. Any day now. I just know it.
I got something for you.
It's a present. Something I had custom made.
Happy MiIIennium.
I got something for you too. It just showed up tonight.
I don't know who from.
" Fan maiI from some fIounder?"
-Hi. -Hi.
Hi, baby.
I missed you.
Lenny, you have to Ieave. I mean it.
Iris said you're in troubIe. What did she mean?
-You taIked to Iris? When? -Tonight.
I haven't seen her in months. What the fuck wouId she know?
-Who knows what's in her head? -She used to be your best friend.
What, Iris?
You're reaIIy running out of excuses to come around.
I know you, Faith. You're afraid of something.
-What's going on? -Let it aIone, Lenny.
-It'II take care of itseIf. -It's Gant.
This guy is poison. Listen to me.
He's got you waIIed in. 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 spIit? -I don't want to.
What, you Iove him?
I don't think so. To him, you're just a possession.
You're Iike a Ferrari, just something to show the other guys.
Yeah? He has his uses too, you know.
What?
-He gonna record you on his IabeI? -He might.
You never know, right?
Listen to me. I've watched you create yourseIf out of nothing.
You're Iike a goddamn cruise missiIe targeted on making it.
And you wiII.
I know I wiII.
It's you up on that stage. It's not him. You don't need him.
You have to get out. If PhiIo catches you, he'II hurt you.
-I'm aIready hurting. -I'm serious.
He's acting crazy. He's doing way too much pIayback.
He's gotten compIeteIy paranoid.
He's such a controI freak, he's even paying Max to foIIow me around.
Max? You're kidding!
Yeah, for about a month now.
Jesus.
Look, Lenny, just stay away from PhiIo.
And stay away from me.
Stop trying to rescue me.
Those days are over. I'm a big girI now. I've changed.
Stop trying to save me. I don't need saving. Just give up on me!
I just wanted to make sure you were aII right.
You know one of the ways that movies are stiII better than pIayback?
Because the music comes up, there's credits. . .
. . .and you aIways know when it's over.
It's over!
You were great.
Hey, man, I know what you're thinking.
You shouId have toId me.
I was gonna. It's just a job.
-I feeI Iike shit about it. -You shouId.
I do feeI Iike shit. You introduced me to that prick Gant.
I introduced him to Faith too. Not a good move.
QuestionabIe move, definiteIy, given the historicaI perspective.
I take the prick's money-- You wouIdn't beIieve what I charge--
--and I make sure that Faith is okay at the same time.
I keep an eye on her for you, okay?
Which you can't do without getting your fingers bent the wrong way back.
I need the money. This way, it does us both some good.
FairIy twisted Iogic, Max. Even for you.
-Hey, you got a job. -I got a job.
Okay, I'm sorry. You got a job. That's great!
Listen, you've gotta stay on her.
-Watch her for me, pIease. -I'm on her.
-Okay. -Be cooI. Take care.
-Take it easy. -You too.
Here, chicky, chicky, chicky. . . .
Hey, wait a minute!
I recognize you. You're Wade Beemer, right?
Running back for the Rams, '96, '97. Am I right?
Yeah, that's right.
I saw you pIay, man. You were good. ReaIIy good.
I mean, Iike a fucking freight train.
So, what happened? Injuries or what?
-BuIIshit poIitics. -It's aIways poIitics.
Like this thing here. He's paying you to tune me up.
I couId pay you more not to.
-I couId write you a check right now-- -I gotta go.
Okay, cash! Cash! Here's everything I have on me.
Oh, Iook! What do you say? How about a RoIex?
I got a reaI one.
It won't hurt too bad.
-It's nothing personaI, aII right? -Just one second, pIease.
It's my jacket. It's reaIIy expensive.
Just not the eyes.
You're bIeeding.
Some jerk puked on the stairs and I sIipped.
I shouId sue. You came back for me.
I came back to pick up my cIient.
No, you came back for me.
I gotta Iie down, Macey. PIease, in the back?
You're some piece of work, Lenny Nero.
You caImIy backstroke aIong in the big toiIet bowI. . .
. . .and somehow you never Iet it touch you.
Between working vice and your current so-caIIed occupation. . .
. . .you must've seen every kind of perversion.
But you're just Iike some TefIon Man.
You stiII come out this goofbaII romantic.
It's my sword and my shieId, Macey.
AII right, a IittIe B&E action.
-What did you say? -Oh, nothing.
Shit.
PIease. PIease.
PIease, you can Iet me go.
PIease. I haven't seen your face.
Let me go. Let me go, pIease!
Oh, my. . . .
Lenny.
Lenny!
Go to the Sunset Regent right now. Go! Go!
He's jacking it into his own output.
She's seeing what he's seeing.
She's seeing herseIf.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Lenny. What is it?
BIack-jack.
BIack-jack?
Snuff cIip.
It was Iris.
-Sick fucker kiIIed her. -Are you sure it's reaI?
Oh, shit.
WeII, I've Iost my appetite.
For about a year.
-Want to take a Iook? -HeII, no. I don't fooI with that.
-You aII right? -Yeah.
-You okay? -No, not reaIIy.
AII right.
Let's work it.
No, I can't.
Come on, Lenny. You used to be good at this shit.
-PIay it down. What's the perp doing? -I can't.
You used to be a fucking cop. That's a fucking murder.
-What's he doing? -Okay. He staIks her.
He rapes her. And he does her.
He records it. It's a thriII kiII. He wants to see it again.
He records himseIf raping and kiIIing her.
-And he sends the signaI to her. -So she feeIs what he feeIs. . .
. . .whiIe he's inside her.
The thriII whiIe he's kiIIing her is sent to her. . .
. . .heightening her fear, which heightens the turn-on for him.
-I've seen a Iot. -So have I. Too much.
It's a bad one. It's a bad one.
He makes her see her own death, feeds off the reaction.
He records it aII. Everything.
And gives it to you.
Yeah, he wants to share.
Of course he wants to share, man. That's his deaI.
He needs an audience. This is a sick puppy.
-Why me? -Because you're the Magic Man, Lenny.
You make dreams happen, don't you?
If it has to do with the wire, eventuaIIy it washes up on your beach.
I've never deaIt in bIack-jacks. Never. Everybody knows that.
He's skuII-fucking you. He wants to get a reaction out of you.
He wants to make you do something you do not want to do.
Maybe he just figures Lenny wiII appreciate what he's created.
It's the dark end of the street. You Iike it?
Jesus, Mace. Back off.
This guy is one of your squid-head contacts.
-He's somebody that you know. -ProbIem with that is. . .
. . .Lenny knows everybody.
Take it to the cops.
No.
They'II crucify me.
I see, so this wire-freak gets to keep running around, huh?
He's right. They'II think he's the perp.
Or they'II go through his cIient Iist and ruin his Iife. . .
. . .such as it is.
I'II caII my buds in Homicide, say she was a friend. They'II keep me posted.
I'II get me the forensics and aII that shit, okay?
I'II caII you when I get something.
ReIax.
Keep moving, man. Somebody's thinking about you a whoIe Iot.
Leave me aIone.
Don't come to my house. Are you trying to ruin my Iife?
Iris is dead. She was murdered.
-Who did it? -I don't know, but he's damaged.
Iris said you were in danger.
I'm not in danger.
No more games. Whatever you're hiding. . .
. . .you have to get out of here now.
Come with me now.
Then what? WiII you protect me?
Big tough guy. You're a fucking taIker.
You don't even own a gun.
I do. It's under my bed.
-You don't know what's happening. -TeII me.
TeII him, Faith.
Go on.
Listen, Iisten. Lenny just stopped by to give me some bad news.
An oId friend of mine was murdered. Remember Iris?
How did you get up here?
Charm.
TeII you what, Lenny. . .
. . .just for you, make you a deaI. Why don't you just take her?
If she's so unhappy and wants to, she can go.
I'II Iet her decide. Faith aIways knows what she wants.
Don't you, Faith?
Hands off.
TeII you something eIse.
I'II teII you this, you fuck:
If she says she stays, you go.
You crawI back in your cockroach hoIe and never cross my vision again.
Come on.
I've made my choice, Lenny.
Get him out.
Fucking crazy, Faith! You're fucking crazy!
I don't Iove you anymore. Do you understand that?
You mean nothing to me. Leave me aIone, Lenny, pIease.
You said you were gonna get Iris out of this.
Now you understand the danger we're in.
So sweet what you said out there. So touching, I aImost beIieved it.
I don't think he even understands that you did it for him, right?
He doesn't know what's going on. Leave him aIone!
I'd Iove to, if he'd stop coming around and you'd stop taIking to him.
The onIy time a whore shouId open her mouth is when she's giving head.
This is your fIoor.
Just go.
-Guess who's going to the hospitaI? -Can we be smart here?
I couId make it worth your whiIe.
I'm not saying you don't Iand a coupIe shots, just go Iight.
Here, Iook. Take my RoIex.
Nice watch.
-Is this impact-resistant? -Sure.
You stupid piece of shit.
You stupid fuck, get up!
Come on, get up!
We tried to find a smaIIer girI to beat you. . .
. . .but it was short notice.
It was short notice.
That one had to hurt.
Safety's on.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, wait!
That's fucked up.
I need a drink.
-I want you to get some rest. -Cops know they'II never naiI him.
The second they waIk in the room, what do they see?
A dead hooker, handcuffs, penetration. . . .
Cops are Iazy, and they know nobody cares about a dead hooker.
They're road kiII. They'II come in. . .
. . .take some pictures, make jokes. . .
. . .shrug it off Iike it's a random kiII.
The kind you never soIve.
-That doesn't add, does it? -No, it doesn't.
Iris knew somebody was after her. That's not random.
If they get me, I know. . . .
She said " they. " " If they get me. "
Which means this whoIe random sex-kiIIer thing is buIIshit.
They whacked her for a reason.
So the guy's not a psycho?
He's a psycho. To do what's on that tape, he's not a weII-adjusted human.
I gotta get some sIeep.
Put that down. I'II check on you tomorrow.
You want to rub my neck?
ShouIder's reaI sore.
-Right here? -Yeah.
Don't stop.
How's Zander?
He's fine.
I miss him.
He misses you too.
I'm reaI sorry about being so hard on you earIier.
It's just that I see you getting sucked in deeper and deeper. . . .
Mace, come on. I know you stiII Iove me.
How do you do this in front of a chiId? Get away!
-In front of your own son! -HoId up.
In front of your own son!
--a chiId Ioves you for a Iong time. Not just to pIay with, Ioves you.
Hi, Mommy.
-This is Lenny. -Hi.
It's Lenny. Just what did you have in mind?
Last day of the world, you spend it in bed?
-What's up, Max? -Not a whoIe heII of a Iot.
They've been saying words over Jeriko.
Tensions running pretty high down here.
-Faith okay? -Yeah.
She's Ieaving with Gant. I'II be fast.
Iris checked into the Sheraton Iast night under a faIse name. Paid cash.
Looks Iike she was hiding out.
I heard you dropped in on Gant. SIick Lenny move.
He's in this somehow. I don't know how.
Just stay close to Faith, okay?
No worries, bro. I gotta jam.
What up, Lenny?
-Where are we going? -Anywhere.
You're acting strange. What's going on? What?
We'II taIk in the car.
Hand me that box of tapes.
Oh, shit.
-What? -This tie doesn't go with bIue.
Lenny, wouId you reIax? We're not being foIIowed.
-Stop being paranoid. -The guy had a knife. . .
. . .to my throat. . .
. . .in my Iiving room.
ReIaxing might be out, okay?
That is one unbeIievabIe piece of eye-fuck.
Skip the art criticism. What can you teII me about the wearer?
-The guy's fucked up. -We know that.
No. He's got some kind of distortion in his visuaI cortex.
The coIor and gray-scaIe vaIues are aII messed up. . .
. . .Iike coIor bIindness.
CouId be some kind of tumor or brain Iesion or something, some trauma.
-They're using a box to spIit signaIs-- -You ever make a box Iike that?
A few, but I can't see the gear weII enough.
I don't Iike this.
-This isn't good. -What?
It's cutting awfuIIy cIose to me. She was just here, man.
-Who was just here? -Iris.
Iris was here?
She came by, shaking Iike a junkie, wanted me to make a copy of some cIip.
What cIip?
I don't know. She wouIdn't Iet me see it.
She was gonna give it to you.
Like insurance.
-She never gave me a tape. -Think about what she said.
She came into the bar crying. She wanted to go to my car.
Can we go to your car? There's something you must see.
-Something about my car. -In your car.
That's a handy IittIe attitude adjuster.
Damn. I'm boxed in.
What's it say?
Nothing.
Let's go pIay this back.
Give us the tape right now.
What tape? I'm trying to get my car--
Shut the fuck up.
Give them the tape.
It's in my case. I'm gonna open my case.
Facing us so we can see it.
Take it and turn her Ioose, okay?
Yeah. AbsoIuteIy.
" No, we're not being foIIowed, Lenny. " "Don't be so paranoid, Lenny. "
The gIass is buIIet-resistant.
Whatever happened to buIIetproof?
CaIm down, baby. This is what I do.
Hang on!
Oh, Christ.
Goddamn it, 91 1 is busy!
It's aII right.
They'd never make it in time, anyway.
Oh, you're crazy.
This is bad.
The gas tank wiII go any second.
HoId on.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
The fire's out, isn't it?
Get in here, Lenny. Come on, move it. Move!
Get ready to hoId your breath.
Just kick out hard and foIIow me, okay?
Let's get out of here.
I can't beIieve you had to give them the damn tape.
Yeah, me neither.
It was one of my favorites:
Me and Faith in a hot tub on my birthday.
Are we impressed yet?
Yeah, pretty impressed.
WeII, you got me missing the party of the century.
Like I ain't got better to do.
-Hey, Curtis? Just drive. -This shit is whack.
Those two were cops.
-You sure? -It's the waIk.
Anyway, they'II run your pIates and get your address. We gotta keep moving.
What you doing aII wet?
Lornette, what's up?
We'II watch fireworks from Aunt CeciIe's.
-Aw, Mom! -Come on, boy. Chop-chop. Come on.
Come on, Zander. We're going for a ride.
-What's up? -Get in the car.
-What's going on, Nette? -Now!
Yo, what's up?
Yo, Mace! What's up?
-You don't come around here no more. -I'm working, brother.
-This is Lenny. He's with me. -What's up?
-Watch the fireworks. -How you doing?