Let's go, come on. - Be careful.
All right. I'm gonna get some help, all right?
Yeah.
Hey, did you try to call? - You've been home all day?
I was sleeping in. - Sleeping in. That's great, Eve.
Super great.
You all rested, now? Glad to hear it.
Listen, I've been fatally poisoned.
A psychopath's on his way over to torture and kill you,
but don't get out of bed, I'll be over in a flash. Could you fry up a waffle?
Sure, yeah. Come on over. I'll be here. - Right, you'll be there. Okay.
Bye.
So, let's go get the bitch!
Come on, please!
All right, all right. Jesus!
Oh my God!
Is this your new look or something? - Yeah, you into it?
It's gross.
Are you looking for my other boyfriend?
Yes!
You haven't watched TV today, right? - No, why?
Didn't think so. Come on, we're leaving. - Don't be such a freak.
Get dressed.
Actually, can you change the clock on the microwave? I never changed it back.
What? - The microwave.
Can you change the clock? The daylight savings time, I never changed it back.
The microwave? - Yes.
Listen. I bought some flowers. They got fucked up on the way over.
That's sweet! You okay? You look like you're on drugs or something.
You love me, yeah?
Yes.
Then I need you to do something for me. - What? What's wrong?
I need you to put some clothes on and come with me, right now.
No. - I'll change the clock on the microwave.
Okay. All right.
Shit's wearing off.
The waffle iron's on if you want to make one. - Great.
Great.
You're so stressed out. Want some pot, or something?
Yeah!
Ready! What's wrong? - I burned my hand.
Oh, my God! Let me see it! - Don't worry about it. Hey!
What the...
I'm sorry. - That was completely uncalled for.
Can we just...
Fine.
Parked out the back.
Darn! That... thing. - What thing?
The waffle thing, I gotta turn it off.
Hello?
All right, very funny.
God, I hate that.
Do you want to burn the building down?
Ouch! - Sorry, honey.
Nice on, Chev.
Oh, there's my Tiger Balm.
I swear to God, Chev.
I don't know what you're on, but it isn't working for you.
My hand cream! That's where you went.
Chev? Can I have some help, here?
Where's your car? - Actually, I took a cab.
This isn't gonna be... This isn't gonna be easy, as they say.
Oh, fucker.
All right, here it is. - Sorry.
I told you I was a video game programmer. - Yeah?
That was a lie.
Actually...
I kill people.
Professional hitman. I freelance for a major West Coast crime syndicate.
Last night was a job like 100 others. High dollar hit, nothing special.
The Triads from Hong Kong had been moving in on the local drug cartels.
My target was the number 1 man in L.A.,
Don Kim.
Well?
What are you waiting for?
Then, this insane idea comes in the back of my head, like a .45 slug at close range.
Congratulations.
Did I win something? - Your life, jackass.
100 grand wants you dead. So, sooner or later it's gonna happen,
but I'm not doing it.
I see.
Instead you're gonna do something for me. You're gonna get out of town, disappear.
I don't care where you go or what you do,
so long as you're invisible for 48 hours. That's all I ask.
48 hours?
Or, if you prefer, we can do it the other way.
The way where I go to work, and you meet Buddha.
See...
I quit.
I quit the business for you.
For me? - Yeah.
I figure I call you that night and tell you everything.
We get on a plane, leave this shit, never come back.
Pretty crazy, huh?
You are so weird.
Are we going on a trip? - Well...
I might be going on a trip, but you're not coming with me...
Please! Wait, please! - Mob hits, Chev?
Chinese poison? Do you know how ridiculous you sound?
If you're gonna break up with me, at least you can tell me the truth!
What's wrong with you?
Wait a minute, you trust me? - No.
Make love to me. - What?
I think it'll help. - What? Are you kidding? Get off me!
Take your clothes off. - No!
No!
You said you wanted to be more spontaneous. - You're crazy!
You're an adrenaline junkie with no soul!
Save me, Eve. Save my life! - Stop it!
I'm sorry. Oh my God, are you okay?
Are you okay?
No! No!
Shit!
Get off!
You filthy animal!
Take me right here, in front of everyone!
That's it!
Come on! Do it!
What are you waiting for? - Jesus!
Come on! - I'm trying! Shush!
Oh, God! Now you can't get it up?
Come on, get it up! - I'll fucking get it up!
Goddamnit, Chev! - Shut up!
I'm alive! I'm alive!
I'm alive, you motherfuckers!
Oh, my God! Wow!
Oh, my God! Yes!
Yeah? - What are you doing?
Yeah. - I've got Verona.
Kaylo? - I've got Verona, man.
What? - No shit?
Where are you? - Don Kim's shirt factory, upstairs.
What's the matter with you? - 5th and Alameda?
Who's at 5th and Alameda? - Don't let that fucker out of your sight!
Hear me? With you in 10 minutes. You got it? - Yeah, Chev.
Honey, I gotta go. I'll call you!
Oh God, what are you looking at?
Hey man, what's the matter with you? You a crackhead?
Right, just step on it, all right? - You're won't die in my cab, crackhead.
I got something for you.
Take this Haitian shit.
This shit is some hardcore shit. It's made from plant shit.
Hey, what are you laughing at? Look at this. You see that?
That's what a man look like, crackhead. That's power.
Now look at you.
What the hell.
Yeah.
It tastes like ass.
That's right, devil. You wait.
Shut the fuck up! - No!
No! - Shut the fuck up!
Whoop, there it is! Fuck him!
We're here.
What'd you say was in this stuff? - I told you, it's hardcore.
It's $5.55.
It's all you, man. - Have a nice day, devil.
This is fucked.
Hey, where's he going?
Yeah, okay. How the fuck you going to call me, talking shit?
I'm gonna smack the hell out of you. I don't know where he at...
Fucking call me talking shit!
I'm doing my job. I'm doing my shit.
I'm up here chillin', doing what I do. I'm a rooftop mother...
Hey, Chevy! What's up, dog? You chillin'? You good?
What a coincidence! - What do you mean?
What, you waiting for a bus? - Actually, I thought a helicopter...
What is this? - What?
You working for the Chinese? - The Chinese?
You crazy? I wouldn't do that to you. - I am crazy. Where's Kaylo?
Okay, ding. Time's up. - What do you mean, "ding"?
What do you mean, "ding"?
Where is that motherfucker?
Chev.
What the fuck is this? - Chev, baby. Take it easy.
Oh, you mean like this?
Now you tell me where that little toe-rag motherfucker is. Verona.
Verona's got nothing to do with this.
What?
Don Carlos wants you off the streets. - Carlito?
You've totally lost your shit, dog.
You're all over TV. Destroying property, making unauthorized hits.
You're causing the organization a great deal of embarrassment.
You're telling me Carlito wanted this? - Look.
Don't worry, we'll take care of Verona.
The best thing for you to do is find some nice, dark, quiet place and...
just die.
Just die. You think I've got "cunt" written on my forehead?
Maybe you're right.
We all got to die sometime, right? - Yeah.
We all got to die sometime.
So, I'll just die.
What the...
- You got shot!
Mother...
Jesus! Eve, move!
You, asshole! - Don't talk to him like that!
My boyfriend kills people! - Nice.
Oh, God!
I had to see if you were telling the truth.
Come on.
No, wait!
Now come on.
Oh, God!
Oh, dammit!
I forgot to take my birth control pills. - What?
Where are the keys? The keys! - Here.
Come! Come! - My stuff!
All my stuff!
You weren't lying! - Welcome to my life.
No, I mean... that you would give it all up for me.
Yeah.
And the other part? - The poison's true, too.
Then... that means...
Pretty much, Eve.
How can we stop it? - Only adrenaline can slow it down.
So, when we were in Chinatown? - Yeah. Sorry.
What are you doing?
This'll get you going. - What?
Come on, let's finish what you started. - Oh, boy.
Oh, that's it. That's really working for me.
You like that? - Stay down!
Motherfuck!
Jesus! Yeah, that's it, baby. Just a little more.
Stay down, Eve.
Jesus. - Oh, you're so big!
Oh my God!
Just a touch...
What's that matter? - So you can fall asleep like always?
I don't think so.
Jesus! Fuck!
Are they really...
They're dead.
How can you do that?
I told you, baby. I quit.
Yeah.
Shit! I've been trying to call you for a half hour.
Where the fuck have you been? - In my office.
Can you make it over here? - Why not?
Chocolate?
What's this fucking receipt from Gold Foods Market for $254?
Snacks.
I owe you again, Doc.
Chevy, you're my best customer.
What is this stuff?
Synthetic epinephrine...
diluted with some saline. - Feels sort of good.
Well, I got a little meth in there, too. You're feeling the endorphins.
Wait a minute. I'm not better?
No, you're not better.
You're in such shit shape, it's stunning. I can't believe your heart's beating.
You should be in a fucking medical journal.
So, what are you going to do? - The solution acts as a competing inhibitor.
It's pushing the poison out of your receptors,
and replacing it with a chemical. It's just a temporary fix.
Then what?
Then you're fucked.
I can put you on life support and string this out for a few days.
But you're going to go into a comma at some point.
Does she know?
Why don't I load you full of something? You can go out in a beautiful dream.
A dream.
Can I do that for you?
No, no, no. That's not what I want.
What do you want?
One hour.
I want one hour.
Give me a fuckin' break.
So, the wild rampage that began 9am in L.A. Continues. The suspect, still at large.
We didn't give him enough Chinese shit.
You think?
Dude, it's him!
What's up, corpse? - Bonjour, douche bag,
Thought you might be interested in a deal. - Oh, you a dealer, now?
Don't you worry about what I am.
Listen, I want the antidote. - Oh, the antidote?
That's right, the antidote. - What you prepared to give me?
How about that jewelry I got off that faggot brother of yours, you cocksucker?
Don't pop a blood vessel, you little penis. - Okay.
You like the deal? - Whatever!
Be at the downtown Lint in 20 minutes.
You know the spot? - Yeah.
Don't be late, or I'll trade the thing to a whore for a hand job.
Look, I said I said I'd fuckin' be... Fuck!
See you later, sunshine.
Dammit! Fuck!
Yo, it's Verona. You won't believe this call I just got.
It's gonna be all right, baby.
But you said... - No, no.
Things have changed.
There's an antidote. I can make a deal for it, but I got to go alone.
I'm scared. - Of course.
You'll be safe, now. And I'll be back.
Promise?
I promise.
What's happening, bro?
Where did I go wrong? - You fuckin' just say something?
It's like talking to the wall.
Mom? - I'm amazed you remember you have a mother.
Please, I haven't got time for this. - You got no time, period.
Orlando? - You're a persistent motherfucker, Chelios.
I give you that. They pop you and you keep getting up?
I'm the terminator. - You was, but here's a new gun in town.
You know, I just don't get it.
Why didn't you cut me up when you had the chance?
Too easy, motherfucker. Look at you.
Bi-polar, sadomasochistic tendencies... - Adrenalinejunkie, addicted to violence...
Carving up a guy while he screams in his own blood and excrement, would be like...
like a gift. A warriors death.
Hell, you'd probably get off on it. - Who are you, anyway?
I think I'm starting to figure it out. - Better late than never.
You know you're gonna die up there.
Yeah, maybe. But I'm taking you with me.
Some pills, Doc.
Chelios? - Hello, girls.
Hold up.
Give me the piece.
Now, isn't that a fucking picture? - Chelios.
What a fucking nightmare you are.
No shit.
Sit down.
Whoa! Wait a minute. You pat him down, again.
I know he's carrying something.
Let me see that.
Motherfucker.
Clever. What is this, an insulin pump?
Basically.
What the fuck is insulin?
Ephedrine, right?
Yeah. - You're very resourceful.
Found a new master, little bitch? - I'm nobody's bitch.
You'll be a bitch when Carlito hires you for half what he paid me.
That's enough.
You'll throw boss a reach-around, show him you're a good bitch.
I'm nobody's little bitch!
You fuckin' hear me?
He'll pay me what I tell him to pay! - That's enough!
Sit down!
It's been a long fucking day.
In the end, you have to admit, it all works out quite nicely.
Don Kim gets his bullet, thanks to you,
and Hong Kong gets a goat to take the fall.
Please understand, it's nothing personal. - Speak for yourself.
That what I think it is?
It's the Chinese shit.
Hold him down.
Not so fast, motherfucker!
He's gone dipsy-do, yo!
Whatever, psycho.
I'm afraid the Houdini act is over, my friend.
Our Father, who art in... - Shut up!
So, this is how it is.
It's Don Kim! He's supposed to be dead! - Presto.
Police have moved to surround the Hotel Lint,
where the madman behind today's mayhem...
is holed up and making a desperate last stand.
Officials have confirmed gunfire on the sundeck.
Our news chopper will bring live, uncensored coverage from above the hotel.
Again, this coverage is uncensored, so any small children present should leave the room.
Get me out of here!
I'll kill you, Chelios!
Too late!
Look out!
Thanks, boss.
Let's get the fuck out of here, now! Let's go!
Present from Kaylo.
Now what? Now you say shit!
Where the fuck were you?
Who's the bitch, now?
No, no! You fly, motherfucker!
Motherfuckin' fly!
You're dead!
Oh my God!
You're dead! You're dead, motherfucker!
I told you I'd kill you, you little bitch!
Hey, its Eve. I'm glad you called but I'm not here.
Leave a message, unless you're selling something 'cause I'm not interested.
If you're not, then just... Wait, time's up.
Hey, doll...
Looks like I let you down, again.
Seems like all my life I'vejust been going... going...
going...
I wish I'd taken more time to stop and smell the roses, so to speak.
Well, I guess it's too late for that now.
You're the greatest, baby.