My first...
my last...
my everything.
And the answer to...
all my dreams.
You're my sun...
my moon...
my guiding star.
Sing!
That's what you are.
I know...
there's only...
only one like you.
There's no way...
they could have made two.
They couldn't have made two!
You the only one!
You're all I'm living for.
Your love I'll keep forevermore.
You're the first.
You're the last.
My everything.
Oh, shit!
Go, man, go!
What you got?
Dodgers tickets, Lakers tickets...
and Phantom of the Opera tickets.
It's theater. You ever been to the theater?
What the hell wrong with you?
Nobody give a damn about Phantom of the Opera.
Franklin, there's money in culture.
Let me tell you something, Roland.
Black people don't want to see that.
Get me some good shit, like Luther Vandross tickets.
Luther Vandross is not culture.
Fuck culture!
People complain about these fucked up tickets.
You're making me look bad.
Next time, come up with some better stuff.
OK.
I'm not fuckin' with you. I'm for real!
You owe me.
I don't owe you shit.
Where have you been?
You're supposed to wash it, not take it for a joyride.
Where you been? I been looking for you.
What?
I've been looking for you.
I'm glad I found you.
Get the hell on.
That's him. Let's do this.
I need two on the floor.
I need $200.
Same time. I don't know you.
Willie.
All righty.
Get out of here.
Try to hide some of this.
Keep it on the down-low. You'll get a nigger busted.
Get me locked up.
Hurry up.
-How we doing? -What you need?
Let me guess. Two to the Phantom of the Opera?
I've already seen it.
Wait a minute.
You that silly ass reporter from the Channel Five News.
Channel 12, actually.
What's up?
James Russell. How you doing?
Wonder if we can talk to you on camera.
Julio, is that all right?
Whatever you want to do.
Let's roll it.
Speed.
-Wait a minute. -Cut.
Let me straighten out my shit.
I'm ready. Let's go.
You're ready? You sure?
I'm sure.
This is James Russell...
reporting on our city and her crimes.
I'm here talking to the car wash hustler.
You've got quite an operation here.
What is going on down here?
I'm a businessman.
What the fuck you think goin' on?
What?
You can't use that kind of language on TV.
What language?
Fuck.
Fuck what?
You cannot say "fuck" on television.
Fuck that. You the one wanted an interview.
Hurry up. I got shit to do.
I got shit to do, also.
Get on with it.
Speed.
This is James Russell reporting on our city--
Hey, Franklin!
What's up?
I gotta go.
Y'all do a commercial or find somebody else.
What up, Carmine?
I ain't seen you in a long time.
Fucking cut!
When am I gonna get my money?
What money?
Wait a minute.
You're talking about the money I owe you.
I'm gonna pay you.
You know I'll pay you.
And I got your phone calls.
When you call-- Somebody stole my phone.
Can you believe that shit?
I don't like brothers, and I don't like welchers.
Killing you would be double fun.
Stop playing.
What are you talking about killing for?
If you kill me, how am I gonna pay you?
Open the door, get out of my car...
get on the street, and get my money.
I'm gonna get it, but don't leave mad.
Give me a hug or something.
-Get out. -A kiss?
Franklin Hatchett?
He dead. They buried him at the Compton cemetery.
You're under arrest.
What the fuck y'all doing?
I didn't do shit!
Nobody ever does.
You have the right to remain silent.
Wait a minute.
I'll give you $5.00 to let me out.
Bribery, too?
In the car.
Watch my head.
He offered me $5.00.
Channel 5, help a brother out?
Geraldo!
You ain't gonna do nothing?
I'm gonna get your ass!
A serious crime.
Justified punishment.
This is James Russell reporting.
Channel 12 News.
We got him.
We didn't get shit.
Let's get out of here.
I am dead serious. The po-po trippin'.
Ever since that O.J. shit.
I was rolling down the street, wasn't doing nothing.
They gonna pull me over.
I was just living ghetto fabulous.
I had five of my finest hos--
Are you hot?
A little, but I was just chillin'.
The cop pull behind me, lights and everything--
"Get out of the car."
I said, "I ain't gettin' out the car."
Then all my hos was scared.
They was like, "We scared."
They be saying stuff like that.
I was like, "I ain't stopping. I ain't do nothing."
And he said, "Get out the car."
I got out and said, "What you calling backup for?
"This is between me and you."
They got my license, my registration, everything.
You gotta talk to 'em.
Stop playing.
He started trippin'. That's when I slapped him.
I put his handcuffs on him...
put him in the back seat, and said...
"I'm gonna take your ass to jail...
"'cause you're the one trippin'."
They put their hands on you?
One dude tried to grab me from the back.
That's how they caught me.
From the back? How they do it?
They tried to grab me like this, jack me up.
Like that?
They was grabbing. They was trippin'.
Like that.
Get the hell off me!
Where's your shirt at?
Good-bye, sweetness.
Where we going?
Just leave me the fuck alone.
Who you talking to?
What?
Vacu fela culay, you Jerry- Lewis-liking motherfucker.
Let's move it.
Let me borrow your gun.
Come to the back of the bus.
You shut up and sit down.
What the hell wrong with you?
I don't play that shit.
Check my police record.
You don't know who you're messin' with.
You better come to the back before you get hurt.
Play that shit.
Wait till we get off the bus.
I'm gonna kick your ass!
Shut up!
Where you from? That French part of Compton?
What's that you claiming?
You don't know who you're messing with.
I'm deep in the streets. I slap people for fun.
That's what I do.
You want to play rough?
I kill for fun.
I ain't scared to go to jail.
Take me to jail. Would you speed up, please?
I want to go back.
All my cousins in there.
I want to see all my friends.
What are you doing up there?
Raymond!
Debray.
Let's get out of here.
No time. We'll take him with us.
We gotta go together. We're a team.
Move!
We made it.
Everybody OK?
What it is.
Drop me off over there.
My cousin's house coming up.
Hover over the roof. Y'all don't even have to stop.
I can be out of here.
I know y'all probably got shit to do--
Shut up!
You can drop a brother off. Y'all don't need me.
Fifteen million.
Cut a brother in on that.
Let me be down.
We'll split it three ways.
Seven for me, seven for you, and you get whatever's left...
'cause you been trippin' since I met you.
What you doing with the ax?
Forget about what I said.
I don't know shit about no $15 million in no Jaguar.
I don't even know where we at. I got a bad memory.
-Be still. -Put the ax down.
Don't move.
What's wrong with you?
Trying to cut a brother's hand off.
Always trying to kill somebody.
Why don't you try loving somebody?
What did you open the door for?
Y'all trippin'. You want some girls?
I can get you any kind of girl--black, Japanese.
I can take you over to my grandmama house.
She cook you some chicken, some cornbread, some poulet.
It's cold.
It's colder than a motherfucker.
A serious crime.
Justified punishment.
This is James Russell reporting.
That's some hard-hitting stuff. John Tesh school of journalism.
Barclay, just watch it one more time before you decide.
Why? Nobody else will.
Who gives a rat's ass about some two-bit hustler?
The people getting ripped off give a rat's ass.
You're just another walking head shot, aren't you?
Another pretty boy wanker masquerading as a reporter.
I don't need this bullshit.
This is the skinny. You're fired.
Have your stuff out by Monday.
Be brief.
What part of "you're fired" don't you understand?
Not you, you asshole. I'm talking to somebody else.
What?
Tragedy and terror strike the Southland.
Good afternoon.
A bus delivering prisoners from the men's central lockup...
to the Van Nuys courthouse was destroyed...
on the First Street bridge in downtown Los Angeles.
Fourteen prisoners and two policemen were killed...
in what authorities describe as a commando-style raid.
All bodies have been accounted for...
with the exception of two prisoners.
Witnesses saw the two men boarding a helicopter...
shortly after the bus exploded into flames.
The two fugitives are wanted in connection with the murders.
This has got sweeps week written all over it.
Let me know how it turns out.
On the left is a John Doe police arrested at L.A.X...
for possession of a counterfeit passport.
And on the right, Franklin Maurice Hatchett...
a local street hustler with suspected gang ties...
who was en route to Van Nuys...
to be arraigned on charges of soliciting goods.
The two fugitives are considered dangerous.
Fourteen prisoners due to face a Van Nuys judge today...
now face the ultimate judgment day of all--
one where sentencing comes with no chance of reversal.
Freeze!
Come out with your hands above your head!
I'm gonna come out, but I didn't do it!
Don't shoot!
I didn't kill no cops!
Is this James Russell?
I'm on my way.
I cannot wait for you to eat my ass.
Here it is.
Good afternoon. I'm Detective Pickett...
and this is Williams.
I wondered if we might chat about Franklin Hatchett.
Franklin's not here.
We're dealing with a multiple homicide.
Would you just open the door?
Excuse you?
I'm sorry. Listen...
it would only take a few minutes of your time.
We'd really appreciate it.
Please?
Thank you so much.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
He left on the freak train to Atlanta six weeks ago.
I haven't seen him since.
Do you think this is funny?
I got a busload of bodies and a couple dead cops...
because of your gangbanger.
Franklin ain't no banger.
If I find out you're helping him...
I'm going to make your life miserable.
Back off, please.
Treat the lady with respect.
Can you help us out, Paula?
I swear, I don't know where he is.
This is such bullshit!
You know...
It's OK.
All I'm saying is if he tries to contact you...
give me a call.
It's so much better if he turns himself in.
He stays out on the street, he's gonna get himself killed.
I'm trying to protect him.
This is my card.
Will you give me a holler?
Thank you.
Keep it running.
This might be quick.
White boy.
What the fuck was that for?
That's for getting me busted.
What you bring a gun for?
'Cause you're wanted for murder.
I ain't murdered no-goddamn-body.
I don't know that.
Now you know.
'Cause if I could, I'd murder your ass right now...
coming down here with a gun.
Guns don't kill people.
Stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people.
I'm enlightened.
Let me enlighten your ass.
Bring your monkey ass up here.
Got me running all over goddamn town.
People shooting at me and shit.
You the one got me in this shit.
Ought to kick your ass in the head.
Freezing.
I know. I was in the motherfucker earlier.
Listen to me. I want an exclusive.
A what?
The entire city is looking for your ass.
The cops want payback.
How many times I got to tell you I didn't kill no-goddamn-body?
Regardless, they want your ass dead.
Franklin, I will protect you.
I'll get you turned in, let you tell your story...
but I want the exclusive.
I'll hide you for the weekend. It'll all be over on Monday.
I don't trust your ass.
How I know this exclusive shit gonna clear my name?
I guess you don't.
But without me, you'll probably end up dead.
They need someone to blame.
Right now, it's you.
What do you say?
I ain't staying in this neighborhood.
I can't stay here for no two days.
That's right. You can't.
What you talkin' about?
You're coming to my wedding.
Your wedding? Shit! Hell, no.
I ain't going nowhere. Po-po looking for me.
Trying to kill me? Staying on the low-low.
God damn.
How you do that?
Did a report once on escape artists...
and the women who love them.
Teach me how to do that shit.
There's no time.
We got time.
I need you to take a shower, shave, lose the earring...
and, please, do something about that hair of yours.
What you talkin' about? My 'do is tight.
Every cop in the city is looking for that tight 'do.
I'll hook up the hair, but I ain't touching the earring...
'cause I'm still a player!
I'm gonna make a phone call.
I don't think there's any hot water left.
What?
You heard me.
Punk-ass white boy. This tub better be clean.
Who is it?
Barclay, it's James. How you doing?
I got Franklin Hatchett.
Don't play games with me.
Words like that give me a stiffy.
At my age, I can't waste them.
I'm not kidding you. He's at my place safe and sound.
Congratulations. You're rehired.
I thought I was supposed to clear out by Monday.
Didn't you say that?
You didn't really take me seriously, did you?
You're Pulitzer material. I've always said that.
I'll send a camera crew...
down to the 20th precinct in an hour.
Not a chance. I'm going to keep him until Monday.
For sweeps week.
Don't be foolish.
A bird in the hand is worth a 10-share...
for the whole weekend.
Fuck you.
This is my story, and you know it.
You're right. Monday it is.
Loser.
Freeze!
Vic Damone...
Get your hands on the car!
Vic Damone-- his music will last forever.
What the hell is a Vic Damone?
Vic Damone's Greatest Hits...
Ain't no greatest hit. I ain't never heard it.
He thrilled the world...
when he married actress Diahann Carroll.
Now he'll thrill you again...
How the hell an ltalian get a fine black woman like that?
The timeless hits of Vic Damone.
He can't sing.
Only reason she married him 'cause he got money.
Takin' all our sisters.
I'm James Russell.
Those stories along with Andy Rooney...
tonight on 60 minutes.
I'm out the door.
People are already showing up.
I am so sorry. Something important came up.
More important than our rehearsal dinner?
Of course not.
And I'm bringing somebody with me.
Who?
Old, dear friend of mine from college.
Just kind of ran into him today.
Are you all right? You sound funny.
I'm perfect.
I'll see you soon. I love you.
I love you, too. Hurry up.
Fuck me.
I'm gonna start the car. I'll meet you in the courtyard.
Kiss my ass!
Find something that fits then move your ass! We're late!
This tub wasn't clean, you dirty-ass white boy!
You had to pick that one, didn't you?
This your ride?
Yes, and that's my favorite fucking suit you're wearing.
I look good, don't l?
Don't get mad 'cause I look better than you in your shit.
I should be Ebony Man of the Month.
Is that something to be proud of?
You wouldn't know nothin' about that with your goofy ass.
You fuck up the suit, and we got a problem.
We already got a problem.
Look at this shit!
You hustlin' son of a bitch.
Look who's talking.
At least I've worked for everything I have.
You worked yourself right into some rich pussy.
No wonder you don't give a damn if I'm innocent.
Your ass gonna get married and retire.
Let's get things straight about tonight's dinner.
You don't speak unless spoken to.
You stay by my side.
If you try anything fucked up or funny...
I will kill you myself.
Just like you did back on the docks?
I will beat your ass.
You ain't beatin' shit, homes.
We went to Stanford, which is where?
How the hell I supposed to know?
It's in the Bay Area, where you graduated with honors in '88.
And your name tonight is Jonathan Smith.
Fuck the Jonathan Smith.
I'm me.
Do not say a word about my fiancée's weight.
She's very sensitive about that.
You must have one of them fat-assed
Taco Bell, McDonald-eatin', big-booty-assed--
Mr. Cipriani.
How are you?
How many times I got to tell you? Call me Dad.
-You're not getting nervous? -Who wouldn't be?
That's true. Who's this?
This is a very good friend of mine.
Vic Damone.
Junior.
He's Diahann Carroll's kid and Vic Damone's kid.
So you're half and half ltalian.
Hey, paisan.
Me and your father? Forget about it. Come here.
Mamma mia!
God, your house...
Magnifico!
Molto bella! Tutti frutti!
Where'd you learn to talk ltalian?
Did Vic talk to you in ltalian when you were a kid?
All the time.
Here she is!
It's nice of you to show up.
I'm terribly sorry.
Fiancée Grace, this is my friend Vic.
You're phat.
P-h-a-t-- Pretty, hot, and tempting.
I'm stunned by your phatness.
You're a lucky man to have such a phat-ass fiancée.
She fine.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You made it.
I thought you'd be off covering that prison escape...
with the rest of the low-life sensationalists.
Mother, give it a rest.
Actually, I am covering that sort of indirectly, Mom.
How many times do I have to tell you...
to call me Mrs. Cipriani?
Connie, this is Vic Damone Jr. He's Jimmy's good friend.
Tell us what it was like growing up in show biz.
Everybody's interested.
I had a lot of friends.
Junior Walker Jr., Sammy Davis Jr. Jr.
We hang out all the time.
And what do you do now, Mr. Damone Jr.?
-I'm in-- -Sales.
-Retail? -Seats.
On the stock exchange.
-Broker? -Ticket scalper.
I can get you anything if you let me know ahead of time.
He's a funny guy.
He's hysterical. Kills me.
How about some nice Dom Pérignon '85?
How about some Colt .45?
Would you excuse me for one second?
I need to talk to you.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
I'm mingling with the rich folks.
I'm locking your ass in the fucking closet...
for the rest of the weekend.
Don't even start with me.
You the one brought me out here...
in Beverly Hills mingling with these uppity-ass people.
I'm wanted for murder, my life on the line--
What about my life?
I'm lookin' at your life.
Grace! What's up?
This is beautiful.
I couldn't be happier for you and James.
It's about time he settled down...
after all the women he been through.
And those twins in school wasn't his.
That was all a lie.
He had a lot of women.
He had all the women.
All the women, all the guys, I fucked them all.
Here we go.
I'd like to propose a toast.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Everybody!
I'm going to propose a toast!
This is Vic Damone's son.
If you don't mind.
You're James' first, his last, his everything.
And you're the answer to all his dreams.
You're his sun, his moon, his guiding star.
You're kind of wonderful, that's what you are.
He knows there's only one of you...
Isn't that Barry White?
There's no way he could have made two.
You're all he's living for.
Your love...
he'll keep forevermore.
You're his first...
his last...
his everything.
That was beautiful.
I do what I can do when I can do it.
Congratulations.
You got a phone?
Thank you.
You can see this kid is ltalian.
He feels deep.
Hey, baby, what's up? It's me.
Don't you "baby, it's me" me.
I saw your ass on the news, talking you killed some cop.
What?
I just saw you on the news.
I didn't kill nobody!
You killed some cop!
Once again, you are in trouble! What did you do anyway?
Don't yell at me! Are you gonna let me talk?
Listen! Stop watching the goddamn news!
Somebody set me up!
Where have you been for the last 24 hours?
You better not be over no girl's house!
I ain't over at no goddamn girl's house!
I'm wanted! I ain't got time to get no pussy!
I ain't fuckin' nobody but you.
What about this guy named Carmine called here...
saying he's gonna kill us if you don't give him $25,000?
I don't owe him no goddamn $25,000!
We got him.
He's calling from a 310 area code, a 274 prefix.
What's he doing in Beverly Hills?
Lock the doors and don't answer the phone...
and get under the bed!
I'm on my way!
Get under the--
Somebody bothering you?
Everything's cool.
Frank Sinatra Jr. got in trouble again.
They got it down to a one-block radius.
He's on Roxbury between Sunset and Lexington.
They're gonna check on it.
Where do you think you're going?
I'm leaving. I'm out.
You're out?
Who'd you call, your partner?
Partner? What the hell you talkin' about?
I called my girl.
She's pregnant, and she needs me, and I'm out.
That is not part of our deal!
Damn our deal!
I ain't dealin' my life away.
Why you hustling me? Why you won't just turn me in?
What you waitin' on?
I thought so.
This is bullshit. You got me running--
I'm helping you. You gotta help me, too.
I need your story live on Monday.
It's sweeps week.
Fuck sweeps week!
I'm wanted for murder...
you talking about a goddamn broom !
Get me a taxi!
What is your sweeps week thing again?
You didn't tell me where you're going.
You have to trust me. I'm onto something big.
What am I going to tell everybody?
You'll think of something.
I'll be back first thing in the morning.
I love you.
I know.
You better not be lying to me.
What the hell I got to lie to you for?
I happen to know how your type operates.
My type?
Why the hell you take my type...
to your goddamn dinner rehearsal for a damn story?
I'm stuck with you.
I figured your white ass out.
You have?
You're full of shit.
You one desperate-ass middle-class white boy...
that don't give a damn who you step on to get what you want.
Get your priorities straight.
My priorities?
Your goddamn priorities.
I'm not the one wanted for murder.
I'm sick of your smart-ass comments.
You know I ain't murdered no-goddamn-body.
You the reason why I'm in this shit.
I was minding my own business...
Iiving ghetto fabulous, I wasn't messin' with nobody.
You fucked that up.
You know how much money I was making down at that car wash?
A buck, 2.98?
I will slap the hell outta you.
You don't know who you messin' with.
I don't even know when I'm gonna slap somebody.
I be like, "Why did I do that?"
I don't know when I be slappin' people.
Keep messin' with me. I'm dangerous.
I'm scared of myself.
They call me "snap and pop..."
'cause I'll snap and pop your ass in the mouth.
Don't mess with me. Better watch your back.
Even in the shower, eatin' at picnics...
you better watch your goddamn back. Make a right.
There's my crib.
And there goes your stakeout.
Turn down here. I know a shortcut.
She just turned the lights out.
You're up, sport.
What the hell is wrong with you? It's me!
Don't take that tone with me.
I should crack your thick-ass skull right now.
Leaving me here all alone!
Is this the kind of father that you're gonna be?
I'll move back to Riverside.
Don't think that I won't.
Would you calm down?
What's up with the hair and that suit?
You look like you stepped out of a casket!
Calm down!
You know I ain't killed nobody.
It's me.
You know I need you.
Why you think I came over here so fast?
I'm worried about you.
I'm sorry.
You know I love you.
She just turned the lights back on.
Let's go.
Who is this?
And what is he doing here?
That's--
James Russell, Channel 12 News.
The weatherman? What are you doing with him?
That's just my white friend.
He gonna help me get outta this mess.
But what about Carmine and the money you owe him?
Don't worry about that 'cause he's lyin'.
I do not owe him no $25,000!
I owe him $7,000. He added on interest.
I don't even know why I asked.
I'm sorry. Calm down.
Don't worry about it.
-How you doin'? -I'm OK.
How the baby doin'?
He fine.
How my baby boy doin'?
You ain't worrying about nothin'.
My baby come out with two toes, I'm gonna kick your ass.
You've had the sonogram?
-What? -What?
Sonogram? Did a three-part exposé a few years back...
on pre-natal health care.
We discovered that not only--
Police. Open the door.
We know you're in there.
In a minute!
I don't know what else to say.
Gimme your pager number.
What for?
Open this fucking door, or we're gonna break it in!
Anything go wrong, you page me.
You can reach me there. Everything gonna be all right.
I'll take care of him.
-Police! -Wait a minute!
Do you have a warrant? What do you want?
We want your boyfriend.
Window!
You can't keep busting--
Shut up!
Wait for me!
Come on!
What the hell are you shooting at?
He's a cop killer!
Don't be trying to kill everybody.
For Christ's sake!
Right here. This is it.
Turn here.
All you've been doing is bitchin'...
ever since we got together.
So I'm bitching. I'm not used to getting shot at.
I'm not used to people getting me into shit, so shut up.
That French dude who killed those cops...
had a stamp on his hand from this club.
A lot of Euro-trash hang out here.
We're gonna go in here.
If we see him, we're gonna call the cops...
get him busted, and clear my name tonight.
Can I handle this?
Good evening. James Russell, Channel 12 News.
We're doing a report on local nightclubs.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Oh, you're the investigative reporter.
Yes, I am.
Get the fuck out of here.
You got a lot of pull in this town.
I could do a report on this shithole...
that'd close it down forever.
Fuck that.
If we can't go to the Red Camel...
Red Camel comes to us.
What are you talking about?
Just come on.
-Where are you going? -Shut the hell up.
Bring your ass on.
Gimme a quarter.
Hurry up and gimme a quarter!
Who are you calling?
It's Mike Vermishki. Remember me?
You done fucked with me for the last time!
There's a bomb in the building!
That's right! A goddamn bomb in the building!
Get your ass out...
Fuck you!
There's a bomb in the building, and it's fixin' to blow!
You better get your ass out right now!
You have crossed the fucking--
Watch this.
Five, four, three...
two, one.
Move it!
Voilà.
That's him right there. That's one right there.
-You sure? -I'm sure!
That bitch fine.
Wait a minute.
Let's go.
This is crazy.
What the hell is--
When we get in here, you don't say nothin'.
Only two white people walked in here.
Keep your mouth shut, you'll be the first one to walk out.
And another thing. You ain't white, you mixed.
Your mama black and your daddy Puerto Rican if they ask you.
What?
Aaron here? Franklin want to talk to him.
Aaron don't know no damn Franklin.
How the hell you know?
Tell him I was there when he shot Baby Bro at MacArthur Park.
Where'd he shoot Baby Bro?
At MacArthur Park, you big dumb--
Where'd he shoot him?
In the ass! Everybody know he got shot in the ass!
Don't ever play me like that, player-hater.
I'm sorry. I was just playin'.
Black bastard.
What's happening?
What's up?
I tried calling you, couldn't get through.
But anyway, I need your help.
I need some gats on credit.
Again?
Again? Last time, you know that wasn't my mistake.
That was Little Johnny who fucked up the money.
You know Little Johnny is lnvisible Johnny now, right?
I went to the funeral. That was fucked up what you did.
It was a closed casket and everything.
But I appreciate this if you do this.
You get me two courtside...
if it goes seven games, on the floor...
and I don't mean behind the backboard.
I gave you the wrong tickets by mistake.
It's done. If it goes 700 games, I got you.
Done.
What the fuck is this shit?
He's cool. He's just a reporter from Channel 5 News.
Reporter?
What the hell--
What's he reporting on, my lifestyle?
He gonna help me out!
Help you do what?
Help me to clear my name!
You fuck me up here...
the only thing your name is gonna be good for...
is a goddamn tombstone.
He don't know nothin' about you. He here for me.
He don't know nothin' about the hos, guns, and drugs.
I won't bring no shit down on you.
Look at me now. How far we go back?
Elementary?
Jump rope?
Hide-and-go-seek?
Pitty-pat?
Red light, green light?
What would our mamas say see us like this?
All the stuff we been through?
We boys.
Cool?
Come with me.
So you say you got problems?
Itty-bitty, teeny-weeny problems.
Big fat-ass problems.
I got what you need.
There's no itch that an...
HK-MP5 can't scratch.
Unless you want a...
Uzi with a Wilson suppresser on it.
Very nice.
Very...
urban.
I'd go with the Heckler & Koch.
It's got a closed bolt, as opposed to the Uzi.
It's got a faster cyclic rate, better sights, rear aperture.
It's German, as opposed to lsraeli.
It's much more accurate than--
Look, Dan Rather.
You sure you not a cop?
I'm sure I'm not a cop.
I did a report last year on street weapons.
If you don't shut up, the last report you're gonna hear...
is this Uzi going off in your ass.
I don't mean to disrespect your shit...
but this is too heavy.
I need something lighter...
'cause we're gonna be doing a lot of running.
See this here? One or two of these.
This is all I need.
Couple of these, and I'm cool.
I'll pay you back. I'm good for it.
What?
Call me if you get in trouble.
I'm gonna call you. And thank you again.
I'm gonna get you that money soon.
I just got the lnterpol report back...
on the John Doe they picked up at the airport yesterday.
This is our guy. Raymond Villard.
Last known residence: Belgium.
He's wanted for killing a cop in Paris...
convicted of a jewelry heist in London...
wanted for killing someone else in Cologne.
It goes on and on.
I don't think so.
This guy could turn up laying flat on his face in that bus.
Forensics ain't done with the bodies yet.
I still think Hatchett's our man.
Not according to this.
Got a nice videotape of your suspect here.
It's from the security camera in the deli.
We'll see.
And now a live report from the scene.
A cold-blooded murder...
Iast night in a deli here in downtown L.A.
Homicide detectives have identified the two gunmen...
through the use of a surveillance camera tape.
We're told they are Franklin Maurice Hatchett...
and an unnamed reporter from Channel 12 News.
Hatchett is already wanted...
in connection with the death of 14 inmates and 2 policemen...
during a daring prison escape at--
I have this late word just in.
Police have released the name of the second suspect...
and he is James Russell of Channel 12 News.
We'll continue to update you on this breaking story...
as developments warrant.
Now back to you in the studio.
The eensy-weensy spider...
walked up the waterspout.
Down came the rain...
And washed--
How you doing?
-Morning, folks. -Have something to eat.
I gotta talk to Grace.
I'll take a little something.
I'm a little hungry.
I was wondering when you was gonna ask me to sit down.
I think we're interrupting a very tender breakfast here.
That's cool. Is it cool?
The kids say it's cool.
Go take care of your business with Grace.
Talk to Grace as long as you want.
I'm gonna come and get you when I'm through.
I love it, man. Nervous about the wedding.
Best friend in the world.
Did you tell Vic I want him to call me?
He said he was gonna call you soon.
He was happy to hear from you, too.
Terrific. What do you want for breakfast?
Whatever y'all got. I can eat anything.
You want some bacon and eggs?
Wait a minute. You're ltalian.
Make him a nice vilosh.
Put a nice gravy of ragu and some sausages on the side.
Is that OKwith you?
OKwith me.
And give me some ltalian grits on the side.
-Thanks, Ma. -That's your mama?
That's how the rich stay rich. Keep it in the family.
So how's the mistress of the house this morning?
I've never been anybody's mistress.
He was my first, my last, my everything.
Baby.
Excuse me.
You pissed her off.
She always like that?
But she's worth it.
What's going on? Oh, shit!
What's in the paper?
Nothing.
So what'd you get the newlyweds for their wedding gift?
I'll show you.
You got it already?
Come on.
This is another house.
How rich are you?
Loan me a million dollars.
You gonna loan it to me?
I was just playing.
How many people sleep in this bed?
Me and Connie. That's it.
This is incredible.
Let me spend the night.
Anytime. You ready?
I'm ready? ls this the gift?
This is it.
That's nice. That's tight.
That's nice, but...
What?
-What's the matter? -Nothing. That's cool.
That's all right.
You hooking them up on some Liberace-type shit.
What's wrong with it?
That's Bulgari.
Forget about it. It's cool.
They're not gonna like it?
You know something.
Did they say something to you?
Forget about it. I can't be saying nothing.
I'm not in the family like that.
Be a friend. Tell me.
If I tell you this, you can't them I told you.
Why would I do that?
I happen to know that the newlyweds want a dope ride.
We don't do dope in this family.
Not dope. A ride.
My chauffeur will take them anywhere.
Not a ride. I mean a car.
Oh, a car.
I got a lot of cars. Which one did they want?
They want the Bentley? The Rolls?
Not any type of car.
They want a European type-X racer car.
Where am I gonna get that by tomorrow morning?
I think we can get one. I know a place.
I'll take these back.
Why don't you let me keep them? I'll give them back to you.
I'm just playing, unless you're gonna let me keep it.
You brought a killer into my parents' house!
Are you even listening to me?
Franklin may be a lot of things...
but he is not a killer.
-Trust me on this one. -I am trying.
We're supposed to be in this together.
We are.
-What about tomorrow? -I'll be here.
You are wanted for murder.
We can't get married when you're wanted for murder.
You're right.
I'm telling you, we're gonna have fun at the Auto Expo.
Oh, fuck me.
Next item up is a Mercedes 1957 gull-wing.
Only 1,400 of these were made.
Let's open up the bidding at $100,000.
One hundred's there. One hundred five now.
Go 110...110 out back.
One hundred fifteen to the lady there. And 120...
All my old friends in here.
Where's Trump?
One hundred and ninety thousand dollars.
How you doing?
How those 7-11 chains going?
Let me remind you that Cary Grant drove this car...
in Monaco while filming To Catch A Thief.
Cary Grant drove that car.
Is that the most beautiful car you ever saw in your life?
That's not it. I'll tell you when I see it.
What are you talking about? It's beautiful.
Trust me. That's not it.
Three hundred thousand there now.
Three hundred and ten. Still bidding.
Three hundred twenty thousand to you there.
And 30. Still bidding strong there.
And 340,000 against you still.
Three hundred and fifty thousand is now the bid.
Any advance? Last call.
All through.
All done at 350,000.
Sold to the gentlemen in the burnoose...
with the three lovely ladies.
Thank you very much.
Now that car goes to Arabia.
I heard he didn't really drive that car.
That's lke Turner's old car. I seen that car.
-Who's lke Turner? -Old pimp.
Do I have 120?
One hundred and twenty thousand bid there. Thank you.
One hundred and thirty. Still bidding here.
Forty thousand.
One hundred and forty thousand is the bid.
And 150, still.
That's the one.
That's not it.
Do I hear 500,000?
And 500,000 I do.
And 550?
Five hundred and fifty thousand there.
And 600,000 here.
And 650,000 there.
That's not it.
That's beautiful. What do you mean?
That's not it.
The next item up on the block...
is a 1951 Jaguar XK-140 roadster...
custom built for Princess Grace of Monaco.
Mint condition.
Bidding will commence at $100,000.
-This is the one. -You sure?
-I'm positive. -Thank God.
One hundred and five.
Lovely 105.
Who'll give me 110?
One hundred and ten there now.
Now 115.
One hundred and fifteen is bid.
Do I hear 120?
One hundred and twenty is now the bid.
One hundred and twenty five?
One hundred and twenty five here.
And 130?
One hundred and thirty to you, sir?
One hundred and thirty he does.
One hundred and thirty is now the bid.
Do I hear 135?
One hundred and thirty five to the gentleman taking aim...
at this mechanical masterpiece.
Do I hear 140?
The gentleman who's welcoming all challengers.
Do I hear 145?
One hundred and forty five bid to my right now.
Suck my dick.
I believe that's 150.
What are you doing?
Stop it.
Do I hear 155?
Still bidding strong now.
Do I hear 160?
One hundred and sixty is bid in time to my left now.
Who is this guy?
I don't know. I gotta use the bathroom.
I'll be right back.
We're in the middle of--
Who'll go 165,000?
Hello, police?
Y'all need to come out to the auto auction right now.
The cop killer's down here.
They down here. They shooting and shit.
Slapping people. They acting a fool!
Cops wanna talk to you. They on their way.
They wanna know where to pick you up at.
You're dead.
The cops are on their way! Hold up!
One of them dressed in black...
and the other one dressed in a fucked-up tuxedo.
Hurry up! People dying here!
One hundred and seventy five. Still bidding strong.
Do I hear 180?
One hundred and eighty is now the bid there.
One hundred and eighty five thousand...
What the fuck is going on here?
What the hell you doing down here?
You and I are gonna settle this right here, right now.
Thanks to you, I'm wanted for murder now, too.
I want some answers.
Me and Guy just down here checking out some fly rides...
and macking some hos and chillin'.
Imagine that.
Just like a "G" Dawg on a fly tip...
flossin' with the posse, cuttin' in the crib.
What the fuck does that mean?
I don't wanna have to beat your ass...
but I will beat your ass!
Stay the fuck out of my face!
I'll be right back.
-You fucked up. -You like that?
You done fucked up now!
Fucker.
Fuckin' with me?
Two hundred forty. Do I hear 240,000?
Two hundred and forty thousand bid there.
Two hundred and fifty thousand if you wish, sir.
How you doing?
He won't give up.
Let's get out.
At 250,000, if you wish.
Fuck him.
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!
Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars is bid here.
I believe we've lost our competitor.
Two hundred and fifty going once. Going twice.
Sold to the gentleman there.
Thank you very much.
You the man!
I'll meet you out front.
What?
Where you at?
Frenchy!
So this James is a murderer, is that it?
No. James is innocent.
Is this other guy Vic Damone's son, or isn't he?
I don't know.
So what are you telling me, he's 100% moolie?
Who cares?
I had mom make him a mozzarella omelet.
That lying son of a bitch bastard.
There's no wedding.
You're not gonna marry this James.
But we've got 300 people coming here tomorrow.
Good. They come here, they eat, they drink...
they sing, they go the fuck home!
And what am I supposed to tell them?
You tell them that our Grace was about to be married...
to some no-good, limp-dick bastard!
He is not limp-dicked.
I don't wanna hear that!
Please. I love him, and I trust him.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
I'm gonna tell you something.
This James comes in here, I break his legs.
And as far as Vic Damone Jr.-- That's not Vic Damone Jr.!
What the hell am I saying?
Have a drink.
Me, too.
You sure nobody followed you?
You sure?
Yes, nigger, I'm sure!
-Look under the table. -What?
Look at that.
You done gone and done it now.
'Cause this scares me.
What you talking about?
This gonna take care of us for the rest of our life.
We won't have to do shit else.
What we gonna do? Where we gonna go?
We can go wherever the hell we wanna go with this shit.
I was thinking about buying a small country.
This is wrong.
This is right!
It can't get no righter!
This is the only way out of this shit I'm in.
Here's the number for this policeman.
You want me to call the cops?
You want me to call them so they can shoot me.
My baby ain't gonna be no fugitive.
You don't wanna call the cops, fine.
Maybe that reporter can clear this whole thing up.
Fuck him.
And don't give me that look 'cause it ain't gonna work.
Don't even give me that look. I see you looking at me.
One more time.
Think.
Where are my diamonds?
Gimme a kiss.
Hey, James, that you?
I want the diamonds, or your partner's dead.
Partner? I ain't got no goddamn partner!
Who the fuck is this?
Listen to me.
I'm with some people who've promised to kill me...
unless you give them those diamonds...
the ones you forgot to mention!
What diamonds?
The fucking diamonds, you prick!
Medulla alagata.
What?
Tell them to shoot you in the medulla alagata...
right behind the ear. You won't feel shit.
This isn't a joke.
I'm in some deep shit here.
Listen to me.
Three A.M. Hangar number seven.
Long Beach airport.
Keep the diamonds in the plastic bag.
They will be weighed.
Kiss my ass!
We meet where I say we meet, French motherfucker.
What happened?
He hung up.
We meet on his turf, then your ass be all alone.
Meet on my turf, at least we got a chance.
He'll call back.
What'd I tell you?
All right, motherfucker, this is the deal.
Watch your language!
Mama, I ain't know it you!
I ain't killed no cops.
Call me back.
Stop watching the news.
Don't be believing everything on the news.
Who is this?
I'm listening.
This is the deal.
Fifty yard line, Coliseum, three A.M.
And if Jimmy boy ain't alive...
you can kiss them diamonds good-bye.
Tonight, I'm gonna pay your ass off...
in diamonds.
Where's a piece of shit like you get diamonds?
Coliseum, three A.M.
Williams.
Hey, cop.
This is Franklin Hatchett.
Meet me at the Coliseum, three A.M.
Be there.
We'll be there.
That was Hatchett. He wants to turn himself in.
I'm gonna go tell the captain.
No way, buddy.
This is our collar. You and me. Us.
Let's go.
Roland, it's me. Wake your old ass up.
What do you want?
I need you down at the booth tonight.
I'm gonna owe you for this one.
Yo, Aaron?
Pick up the phone!
You said call you if I need you.
I need you at the Coliseum tonight.
Don't let a brother down.
Hatchett, drop the gun!
What the fuck y'all doing?
It's just for protection.
Don't you even scratch your skinny, stanky ass...
or you're fucking dead.
Wait a minute!
I'm the motherfucker who called y'all.
The dude you're looking for is on his way.
Y'all just calm the fuck down.
Y'all gonna get medals for this shit.
I'm helping y'all out. Y'all trying to kill a nigger.
Hand over the gun!
I ain't handing over shit.
Hand over that gun right now.
How do I know y'all ain't gonna shoot me?
I'm gonna shoot you if you don't!
I'm gonna shoot, then! We'll be dead motherfuckers!
-Hand over the gun! -Shoot, then, shoot!
Shut the fuck up!
I ain't putting nothing down.
Nobody's gonna shoot you if you hand me the gun.
You gotta trust somebody.
I don't trust nobody.
Lower the gun.
You lower your gun.
Hand it over to me.
Nobody wants to die.
Come on, nice and easy.
Just hand me the gun.
If I give you the gun, and he shoots me...
I'm gonna kick your ass.
He will not shoot you if you give me the gun.
Control that white boy.
Backup's on the way...
and you're gonna tell me where the diamonds are.
What are you talking about, backup's on the way?
And whoever said something about diamonds?
Lieutenant, what the hell's going on around here?
You son of a bitch.
You just killed my partner.
You just killed your goddamn partner!
This is your gun.
Where are the diamonds?
You have my diamonds.
You three go that way.
You two go with Guido.
Find Franklin and hold him for me.
Hey, Roland, wake up, man!
I know you're watching me!
These motherfuckers are trying to kill me!
Wake the fuck up!
I need you right now! Put me on the screen!
Bonjour, motherfucker.
Listen up. This is the deal.
Let my boy go, and I'm gonna give you your shit.
So you can stop fucking with me...
and take your old ass back to France.
He does make a strong point.
Come on.
Get up.
I got $15 million in diamonds.
Sounds to me like you promised them to someone else.
I don't know who the hell that is.
I know who it is, but I didn't say...
we was the only people that wanted the diamonds...
but I'm the only one who know where they at.
I got a feeling I put a bullet in your nuts...
you're gonna tell me where they're at.
Stop playing.
You can't shoot a nigger in his nuts.
I need my nuts.
If you kill me, you won't find them diamonds.
You need me. Trust me.
Believe in me.
What about them?
Forget them.
I figure for 10 million, your boys will do their thing.
Ten million? I thought it was 15 million.
What you think I'm doing all this running around for?
I want some diamonds, too.
I ain't doing this shit for free.
Look at your stingy ass.
The second we get those stones, stick him.
Watch out!
One more step!
I was just going to get diamonds.
Then get 'em for me now.
Fuse time, 20 seconds.
Or was it 10?
I'm ready for another close-up, Mr. DeMille.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
What you shootin' for?
I'm the only motherfucker that know where the diamonds is...
so if you kill me, you won't find 'em.
So tell your boys to stop shooting...
or you ain't getting shit.
I want to report a shootout at--
I'll hold.
You're messing up everything.
Shut up and keep moving.
Who the fuck you shooting at?
I want those diamonds!
Come on!
First, I'm gonna shoot your right knee.
Then I'm gonna shoot the other one.
You got that, homey?
Until you tell me where my diamonds are.
That really must have hurt.
Kick his ass!
We gotta go.
Don't you ever say I'm your goddamn homey!
OK, what?
OK, we done fucked up!
Listen. I'm sorry I got you busted.
I want you to know, for what it's worth...
I never doubted you. Never once.
That ain't worth shit now 'cause we fixin' to die!
But thanks anyway.
You're welcome.
Hold this.
That was beautiful.
Follow me.
Let's go.
We almost there.
I get the feeling you stole from the wrong bunch of bad guys.
You're right. This shit ain't worth dying for.
I'm gonna give 'em what they want.
Fuck this.
Sweet Jesus.
We surrender!
Stop, everybody!
We surrender!
We were just bullshitting.
I got your shit.
Is this what you want?
Come and get it!
Don't worry.
He won't get far.
And that's when the L.A. Coliseum...
turned into a virtual war zone.
Among the dead, Raymond Villard...
Ieader of a highly sophisticated international smuggling ring...
and the man responsible for Friday's prison break.
Also dead, LAPD detective Bobby Pickett.
A dirty cop who was Villard's inside man.
I have with me now Franklin Hatchett...
the man once believed to be responsible...
for the events and the chaos that led to last night's mayhem.
Anything you'd like to add?
First of all, I told y'all I was innocent.
For those y'all that thought I was guilty...
y'all know what y'all can do.
Mama, I love you. I'm OK.
Paula, I love you, too.
I'm gonna be home later on. We gonna party.
Cook some chicken and some cornbread...
and some kool-aid...
and I'm gonna be back at the car wash Monday morning.
Everything on sale, half price. Peace out!
Thank you.
I'm James Russell.
This has been a Channel 12 News exclusive.
If anyone can show just cause...
why this couple should not be wed...
please speak now or forever hold your peace.
The ring, please?
That's not the ring.
No shit.
Relax.
It's a wedding gift. Take it.
This is a sacred event.
I know it's sacred. This is sacred, too.
Just take it. It's legal.
Don't nobody know about it.
How many did you keep?
Enough.
Now get married.
Take it.
Lord, forgive me.
He will.
You may now kiss the bride.