Ow! Fuck!
You know what? You pulled over the wrong black male tonight, officer...
What is it? Steckler. Officer Steckler!
I'm that 800-pound gorilla in your mist.
I make more money in a day than you make in a whole year.
My lawyer loves spending my money
dragging Aryan, Robocop fuckers like you into court.
Get a man down on the ground with no probable cause.
- Shut the fuck up. - He didn't...
Shut up and get back over there!
- You all right, man? - Motherfucker kicked me, man.
- It's that rap-ass. - You're that rapper puke.
Jeriko One?
You're the one that's been getting all the gangbangers together,
forming citizen groups,
trying to rake the LAPD over a cheese grater?
Yeah. That's right. And you gonna be in my next song.
It's gonna be called Robo-Steckler.
It's all about a cop who met his worst nightmare,
a nigger with enough political juice to scrunch his ass like a stink bug.
- You gonna be famous, fucker! - I don't think so.
(Cop) Stop that bitch!
Oh, no!
- Get her! - Oh, no. Fuck.
(Iris screams)
(Gunshots)
There she goes! Get her!
(Screaming)
(Train horn blares)
(Cop) You bitch!
(Gunshots)
Hang on. Hang on, Max.
Mace.
You see?
You had to see it.
I see the world opening up and swallowing us all.
Yeah. I know.
Max, are you there?
Meet me at Tick's in half an hour. And, Lenny...
Don't get pulled over, OK?
Do you know what this tape could do if it got out?
Yeah, I got a pretty good idea.
People finding out...
seeing...
that the LAPD just flat-out executed Jeriko One.
Jesus.
- Maybe they ought to see. - Maybe.
But tonight's probably not the best night.
Mace... Come on. We're rolling.
I don't think those cops did Iris. Whoever Iris wore for killed her.
- Why? - To break the trail.
If those cops had gotten her,
they'd have found out who she was wearing for and gone after them.
Our killer is as scared as we are, which makes him really dangerous,
judging by how scared I am.
Move it up.
Let her go.
(Loud rock music)
Sounds like Tick's already celebrating, huh?
- You're overdressed for this party. - I want to look nice for you, Lenny.
Hey, Tick. I gotta talk to you.
(Music stops)
He's been cooked off.
- Is he dead? - No.
But his frontal lobes are like runny eggs.
They use an amplifier to boost the signal, and it fries his brain.
Tick!
It's Lenny!
Hey, Tick! Come on!
(Echoing) Tick, it's me, Lenny!
Come on. Wake up. Tick!
Come on!
Come on, Tick! Come on!
He's totally cut off from the outside world.
How long does it last?
Forever.
Those psycho cops are on a slash-and-burn
to find the tape and cover their tracks.
Since Tick is a duplicator,
they wanna find out if copies were made or who wired Iris.
It's not even homicide, since he's technically alive.
Yeah. That's right. He's technically alive.
It seems sophisticated. These are not subtle guys.
- There's more to this. - What do you mean?
All I'm saying is, you don't know how high up the food chain this goes.
- I heard stuff. - What stuff?
I heard stuff, smoke, rumours. I've heard stuff.
I've heard stuff about a death squad.
They're a group of guys, cops, loyal to the hard-line school.
Guys who've had too many years of City Hall, review boards,
and the goddam media pissing down their necks,
suspending cops, tying their hands,
while these same people are squealing, "Save us! Save us!
"Do something, you morons. Crime is out of control."
- Bullshit. It's conspiracy paranoia. - It's not about if you're paranoid.
It's about whether you're paranoid enough.
Christ.
Exactly. Get religion.
I love you like my own blood, Lenny,
but don't walk near me in public.
The only card we got is the tape. Get it to the media.
Right.
You run that on the news, by midnight you got the biggest riot ever.
They'll see the smoke from Canada.
What are you saying? Pretend it didn't happen?
- I didn't say that. - It happened.
The LAPD executed an important black man.
Who are you to try to bury it?
..trying to rake the LAPD over a cheese grater?
You want blood running waist-deep in the storm drains, go do it.
200,000 gangbangers will burn this city to the fucking ground, Mace.
Once the fire starts, the cops'll cap off anything that moves.
It'll be an all-out war.
I don't think so.
Maybe it's time for a war.
You really want that on your head, Mace, huh?
Really?
Whoever did Iris did Tick. It's the same sick wirehead shit.
It's the same reason to burn the trail.
If Faith knows anything about this,
- and she does... - Somebody's going to kill Faith?
# Yeah, you're not rid of me
# No, you're not rid of me
# I'll make you lick my injuries
# I wanna twist your head off, see?
# Till you say don't you wish you never, never met her?
# Don't you, don't you wish you never, never met her?
# Don't you, don't you wish you never, never met her? #
(Cheers)
(Screams)
Jesus, Lenny, you scared the fuck out of me!
- What do you want? - We know about Jeriko.
- Iris gave me a copy of the tape. - I wanted to keep you out of this.
- How did it happen? - Why was Iris with Jeriko, wired up?
Faith, listen... Look at me. Look at me.
You gotta trust us. We're here to help you.
All right. I'll talk to you alone.
- Mace is in this. - Tell us.
Faith.
Philo, he's gotten obsessed with playback.
He's a total wiretrip junkie.
He's such a control freak now, he's been having people followed,
recording his business partners' calls,
wiring up people left and right.
Philo and Jeriko weren't getting on.
He was afraid Jeriko would dump him, but he wasn't sure,
so he starts with the surveillance.
A couple of nights ago, he wires up Iris,
and he sends her and the other girl, Diamanda, over to Jeriko's table.
Hi, baby.
Hi. My name is Iris.
Hey.
(Iris) I got a present for you.
And it's so beautiful.
So that night, Iris calls up crying. She's freaking out.
She comes over and she plays the tape.
Philo loses it. He can't believe the disaster she's gotten him into.
'He's afraid the cops will beat it out of her
'who she's been working for, and then come looking for him.'
Why not go public, save himself that way?
If it got out he spied on his own artists he'd lose all his other acts,
and it'd be over for him.
'So he gives Iris some money.'
He tells her to check into a hotel under an assumed name
- until he can figure out what to do. - He figured it out, all right.
- You think he killed her? - The killer knew where she was
because he put her there.
What a nightmare.
I don't know where the fuck she is, but we're late. Let's go.
Philo, how do you want me to work it tonight at the Bonaventure?
Downstairs, or upstairs at the suite?
Lenny.
Leave here with me right now.
Come on.
- We'll talk about that later. - No, man. I need to know.
Joey, what the fuck you waiting for? Get her. Go!
I just say things once, baby, OK?
So, we will talk about that...later.
Oh, OK, man. I'm cool. I'm cool. I'm sorry, man.
Hey, Wade, go out for a pass, bro.
# Blue sky
# No white clouds in my blue sky #
- Oh, shit! - Get out of my fuckin' way!
Come on! Come on!
Lenny! Go! Go!
Pardon me! Sorry! Sorry!
Get out of my fuckin' way! Move it!
Move!
Faith.
Hello, Lenny, you fuck!
Let's go, darling. Happy New Year!
- Get out of the way! - Lenny...
Excuse me. Get out of my fucking way!
(Screaming)
Vita... Vita, not now, baby.
Come on. Not here.
There he is.
Mr Gant, a few questions, sir?
(All shout questions)
Well, I'm certainly in the mood for a party(!)
- Wade, take her up to the suite. - No problem.
You go and have a glass of champagne...or six.
See you up there in a bit, help you ring in the new year.
I live for the moment.
Pussy-whipped, sorry-ass motherfucker.
Take it easy.
So...So where are they now?
He's got her up in the room, under guard.
Uh, he's still working the party,
acting smooth like nothing's nothing.
So, buddy... I say we work a trade.
- What do you mean? - Give him the clip.
The tape for Faith. I know he'll go for it.
This is what we laughingly refer to as a plan?
Just get your butt down here.
If I'm not downstairs, go to the room. It's 2203. You writing?
2-2-0-3.
If he gives us any shit... we kill them all.
What do you say? Really scatter the pigeons.
We got to get over there.
Can you borrow a dress from Cecile or something?
- I'm not going. - What do you mean?
- Gant's going to do her right there. - Shut up.
Lenny, park your mouth and listen. It's a set-up. Think about it.
Why is he sending tapes to you?
To freak you, get you to rush in, put a bullet in you, one in her,
- and the gun in your hand? - Yeah, that sounds right. I'm going.
You going to get yourself killed for this? Huh?
For this toxic-waste bitch?
What the fuck are you doing?
This is your life! Right here! Right now!
It's real time, you hear me? Real time!
Time to get real, not playback. You understand me?
She doesn't love you any more.
Maybe she did once, but she doesn't now.
These are used emotions.
It's time to trade them in.
Memories were meant to fade, Lenny.
They're designed that way for a reason.
Have you ever been in love with...
someone who didn't return that love?
Yeah, Lenny...
I have.
Didn't stop you from loving them, right?
Or being able to understand them or forgive them?
I guess.
Didn't stop you from wanting to protect them...did it?
When I met Faith, she was just another...
another runaway...
giving $20 blow jobs to buy crank.
Just another lost soul.
And she had this voice that was...
Well, that was scary.
Like she could take all the hurt and rage of the entire world
and lift it up to heaven in one voice.
I helped her.
And I promised her that I'll always just be there...
to protect her.
See, it's not about what's in her head. It's about what's in mine.
I can't let go of the promise.
It's like it's all I have left.
No, it's not.
Come on.
Let's go to a party.
(Cheering)
(Heavy metal)
The end of the world, yeah!
Shit!
Let's bail.
Hey, Mace...
You look great in that dress.
- I mean, better than I would. - Thank you, I think.
Come on, let's go.
What's your plan for getting into the most sold-out party in history?
Relax, Mace. This is what I do.
(Singing in African dialect)
- You see Gant? - Uh-uh.
Shit.
Come on, Max. Come on, buddy.
Come on...
(Phone) 'The customer you have called is unavailable...'
I still got one ace to play. Gant has what I want, I have what he wants.
This is the original.
That's why it's a makable deal.
Look, this tape is a lightning bolt from God.
It's worth more than you, more than me,
and more than Faith, you understand?
It can change things that need changing
before we all go off the end of the road.
You do not have the right to use it for currency.
So if you go...you go alone.
You see, I care about you, Lenny, a lot more than you know,
which makes us both pretty stupid, huh?
But if you pawn this tape...
you mean nothing to me.
Excuse me.
You see that guy over there?
That's Deputy Commissioner Palmer Strickland,
the prick who busted me out.
His ass is so tight, only dogs hear his farts.
If there's a clean cop, it's him.
- Take it to him. - You want me to trust a cop?
No. Trust me. Here.
What if you're wrong?
Go.
Excuse me.
Commissioner...
there's a clip in here that you need to see right now.
If it weren't New Year's Eve,
I'd have you arrested for possession of illegal equipment.
You wanna know who killed Jeriko,
you go into that stall and hit "play."
(Cop) Sir, is there a problem here?
- Damn it, I knew it. - Come on, let's go.
- Let go of me! - Sir?
Wade, can we talk here like two human beings?
It's nothing personal.
(Bagpipes playing)
Remember me, you fucking bitch?
Come on! Come on!
What are you looking at?
God damn it!
Enjoy the party.
Steckler...Steckler!
Fuck!
I didn't hear you come in.
Ah!
No!
No...no!
Shit.
(Grunting)
OK?
Did I hurt you?
Huh?
I love you, Max.
You're so pretty, Faith.
Shit!
- Come here, you fucker... - You want to fuckin' die?
You want to fuckin' die?
This piece of puke hired me to kill you. Can you believe that?
- Ain't that right? - I can't believe this is happening.
Believe it!
Bring me the 'trodes and the deck. Quick!
Come here, big shot, suck on this. You wanna suck on something?
What are you gonna do? You can't just kill him, Max!
I'm not going to. Give me that. Just a little poach job.
- (Gant groans) - You shut the fuck up!
Shut up or I'll pull this fucking trigger!
- (Fireworks explode) - (Faith) Fuck!
- Here's how much I love you, baby. - God, Max!
Hope you enjoy the show, Philo...
you fuck.
- Take it, you prick! - No, Max, don't! Don't do it!
Take it! Take it!
Take it!
Don't make any assumptions about our friendship, OK, Lenny?
I didn't know you were colour blind, Max.
Only way I could stand your ties.
Manos arriba, amigo.
Ooh.
Glock .23.
Nice.
- Where's Faith? - I sent her to the party.
- I'll wait here until you kill Gant. - What makes you think I will?
You just did.
Jesus!
You know, that's the second most common word people say
right before they die... "shit" being number one.
So...I killed Gant, then you ran in, being on his payroll...and shot me.
That's just about the way it happened.
Wait. I killed Iris, too, didn't I?
They'll find the original of her snuff clip in your apartment.
The one I left at the club was a copy.
Was I a busy guy? Did I do Tick, too?
- Oh, you bet. Did you like it? - So, why, Max?
- Why did you have to do Iris? - Oh, picture it.
I got to share this with somebody cos it's just too perfect, OK?
- I won't say anything. - Oh, I know.
I'm working for this puke who says he'll pay me large to do the hooker.
I also got to do his girlfriend
cos she knows the score and she's out of control.
Only he doesn't know about me and Faith.
So I say to myself, "If I turn the job down,
"he'll get somebody else, and I lose Faith," to coin a phrase.
So to buy time, I do the skank, but I still got to deal with Gant.
It's him or me, but I can't cap him without some chump to take the fall.
And who better than his girlfriend's loser ex-boyfriend...
known criminal and who's been seen hassling him in public?
Who is, regrettably, also your best fucking friend.
No plan is perfect, Lenny.
Cheer up, the world's gonna end in ten minutes.
You must be so pleased.
I mean, I followed your jelly bean trail right here,
like a good little chump.
- You got foggy on me a couple times. - Oh?
Remember the death squad? I had to keep you from going to the cops.
I've heard stuff about a death squad.
It's not about if you're paranoid. It's whether you're paranoid enough.
- So there never was a death squad. - No.
Just two loose cops running round covering their butts.
Zany, huh? All this shit caused by a random traffic stop.
Nothing means nothing, man. You know that.
Look around. The planet's in fucking chaos.
The day of reckoning is upon us!
Get what you can while you can
cos some shit can put a .22 in the back of your head...any second.
How'd you hook up with Faith?
Hmm...
This fuck hires me about a month ago to eyeball her, only...
Faith knows me from you.
She comes up and says, "Max, why are you following me?"
And I say, "I'll buy you a drink. I'll explain."
And she says...
(Faith) Do you enjoy watching me?
You're supposed to go downstairs, baby.
I know. I don't always do what I'm told, Max, you know that.
So I said, "Do you enjoy watching me?"
Come on, Max. Play with me.
And then what did you say?
I said I'd even do it for free.
Uh-huh.
I said, "That's good, because I like the feeling of someone watching me."
I acquired the taste from Lenny.
Then she said, "Since we're gonna be spending so much time together..."
"Why don't we make the best of it?"
(Fireworks exploding)
The very best.
You know all about that, don't you, Lenny?
Faith and me, we found a place that you could never reach, Max.
Never.
Faith... I know it's gone...
but you, Max, you can't fucking touch it.
Enjoy it.
Lenny!
Get off, you fucking bitch!
God!
Fuck you!
What the fuck are you doing?
You're coming with me!
Ohh!
Come here. Come here, Lenny!
I'm taking you with me, you motherfucker! Come here!
Come here! You fuck!
Come here!
# They're selling Jesus again they want your soul
# And your money, your blood, and your votes
# They're selling Jesus again
# Selling love to you
# They're selling love, love
# Love... #
There she is!
Freeze!
I said, fucking freeze!
Down! All the way down! Right now!
Now pay attention, motherfucker!
Stay down.
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Down now! You son of a bitch! You ain't goin' anywhere!
(Cop) Shut up and move! Get back! In a circle!
Break this circle!
Put that gun down!
- Get on the ground now! - Hold on. Hold on.
I'll tell you what's going on here. Let me tell you what's going on.
Get on the ground now! Get down!
Let me tell you what happened, all right?
Get on the ground now!
All right?
Get these fucking things off me!
- No! Don't uncuff him! - Shut up! Get down!
(Screaming) Wait! You don't know what happened!
(Steckler) Fuck her up!
Hit her! Hit her!
Leave her alone!
Commissioner Strickland!
That is the cause of all this!
Right fucking there!
These two are under arrest for murder!
Read them their rights! Move it!
Yes, sir.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you.
You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney...
Get this woman some medical attention.
(Man) Get some medical attention!
Mace, are you OK?
I got 'em.
Get the fuck outta here! Everybody!
Back the fuck up!
Drop your weapon!
Drop it now!
No! NO!
NO!
Put that gun down!
- Drop your weapon! - Drop the gun now!
Now! Drop it!
- Put it down right now! - Drop your weapon!
Shoot!
You fucking...nigger bitch!
Lenny!
Lenny! Lenny! No, no, Lenny, Lenny...
Lenny! Lenny!
Yeah?
What?
Are we under arrest?
Nah, they just have to ask us a few questions...
for about six hours.
OK, where are you hurt, sir?
Ma'am, you OK? Ma'am?
Yeah.
We need to get that coat off you. Hurt anywhere else?
(Crowd) Ten! Nine!
Eight! Seven!
Six! Five!
Four! Three!
Two! One!
(Cheering)
You need an ambulance, sir. Let's go this way.
Go out this way, sir.
Hey, Lenny. We made it.
Yeah, we did.
You should get going.
Yeah. See you downtown.
See you there.
(Man) Make way.
# Ah
# It's in this moment
# Hold on
# When everything has come apart
# It's in this moment
# Right now
# We can go together
# Raise your sights
# What's there to lose?
# Fall in the light
# Will you catch me?
# Hold on, hold on, hold on
# I know you'll catch me #
Translated by Xcorpion