BlackMale (2000) - full transcript

(dramatic music)

(slow, suspenseful music)

(shouting)

- Shut the fuck up!

(fires gun)

- Where was you?

- Taking care of business.

- All right, that's my boy.

You know I hope
you bet everything.

The money, the house,
your car, your TV,

your jewelry, cash, your moms.



I'm gonna beat the black off
this scrawny Nigerian bitch,

he looks like your
ugly ass girlfriend.

- Victor ain't gonna
carry us no more.

So don't try anything fancy.

Just like I taught you.

- Don't be taking credit
for my success now.

- [Jimmy] Looks rough.

- Can't beat me.

It's physiologically impossible.

Plus I'm too smart for him.

(crowd shouting)

- Shit.

(screams)

How many fingers I got?



- Four.

(crowd shouting)

(growling)

- Grab his head man,
hold on, hold on!

- What's up?

- Bitch.

- Just playing possum.

Why'd you stop him for?

- Damn fucker, you lost.

Go see Victor.

(distant sirens wailing)

- You two

have been gambling

and losing

for as long as I can remember.

- Nobody told us he'd
be fighting a pro.

I mean that guy was serious.

- Where's the dough?

- Come on.

He didn't stand a
chance in there.

(shouts)

How much money you got?

- About 50 bucks.

- You know, I don't think
I like the sound of this.

Hmm.

Is this a joke?

Because I'm not sure I follow.

- What's wrong?

- What's wrong.

Oh,

you're light.

Looks live over 12 grand.

- 12 grand?

I bet less than half that.

- You did, well,
your friend did,

he bet more than half that.

- Sorry, man.

- I think I would
like my money now.

- You know us, Vic.

You know me.

We're good for it.

- Calm down, baby.

Let me rub your shoulders.

You're so strong.

- Would somebody
grab this bitch?

(shouting)

(screaming)

- She's

an

annoying

little piece,

but I like her a hell of a
lot more than I do you two.

So just imagine

what I'll do if you get me mad.

Get my money, or find out.

Get the fuck out of my
office, you ass bag.

Get out!

Bring me my fucking
money tomorrow!

(laughing)

- Was that good?

- Shut your stinking pie hole!

Look at all this shit, you got
it all over my clothes, Yoko.

(steady hip hop beat)

- [Emcee] Once again ladies
and gentlemen, just remember,

Victor's Champagne Lounge
open seven days a week...

(emcee talking indistinctly)

- Hey Jim.

- Hey.

The usual.

- Hey Jimmy.

How about about a private dance?

- I don't think my girlfriend
would appreciate that.

- That's not what I heard.

- Please.

- All right, your loss.

- Allow me.

Keep the change, Deb.

- [Deb] Thank you.

- Thanks, man.

- You're quite the ladies' man.

- They get paid
to act like that.

- Well, they're
quite good at it.

I heard you mention
your lady friend.

Is she anything like
these young vixens

at this establishment?

- Why don't you ask her?

There she is.

- My goodness,
you're a lucky man.

- Thanks.

- If I wasn't a married
man with a family,

I'd be quite tempted
by that young angel.

But guilt would overwhelm me.

You know my wife and
child are away for week?

God forbid they should be aware
of my desire for fleshy sin.

- What the hell does that mean?

- Merely that I should
be on my best behavior.

- There's no law against
having a good time, buddy.

- Don't misunderstand me, I
have high moral standards.

Shall we have a toast?

- Yeah, okay.

- Shall we say to love?

- To love.

(chuckling)

Thanks for the drinks.

- You're not leaving.

I was just beginning
to enjoy myself.

- Catch you later.

(chuckles)

- [Emcee] Oh, what do you say,

all you VIP platinum customers?

Check it out...

(rain falling)

♪ La la la la la la la la

(tires squealing)

(loud rap music)

(screaming)

- Get the fuck out.

Go.

(thunder rumbling)

(light music)

- Oh, you're soaking wet.

Get in the car before you
catch your death of cold.

Are you injured?

- No.

Just a little bit upset.

(sniffling)

Could you take me to a phone?

- Yes, of course.

Look, who was he?

- My boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend.

- Why did he do that?

- I don't know.

I don't want to talk about it.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

I haven't properly
introduced myself.

My name is William,

but my friends call me Bill.

Bill Fontaine.

- Hi Bill.

I'm Heather.

- Hello.

Do you live nearby?

- No.

- Well where were you heading?

- Nowhere.

I just need to get to a phone.

- This is going to
sound very funny,

but the closest telephone is
probably the one at my house.

(thunder crashing)

Blast.

(muttering)

Oh, that's better.

(laughs)

- Nice place.

- Oh, thank you.

- Who did the decorating?

- My wife.

- You're married.

- Happily.

(thunder crashes)

(bird squawking)

(laughing)

- The electricity's
very bad around here.

- So, where's your wife?

- Well she's gone away
on a short holiday,

with our daughter.

The telephone's just through
there in the kitchen.

- Okay.

- I'll be right back
with some dry things.

(thunder rumbling)

Did you get through to anyone?

- The phone's dead,
I think it's broke.

- That's strange, let me see.

Must be the storm.

I'm really sorry about this.

- Oh, it's not your fault.

- This is turning
into a hassle for you.

You're welcome to
stay the night,

and tomorrow morning
I can bring you

anywhere you need to be.

- What would your wife think?

- It's two in the morning,
she'd think it was

the honorable thing to do.

- Well in that case, would
you mind if I took a shower?

I feel like a pig.

- Please, don't compare
yourself to so vile a creature.

You're very beautiful.

- Thanks.

You got a nice voice.

- Oh, well thank you too.

(chuckling)

This way.

- Okay.

(thunder crashing)

(suspenseful music)

Oh my god.

No.

No, this is so
embarrassing, you see...

You were in here such a long
time and there was no response.

I thought something
had happened.

(thunder crashing)

I never felt anyone so alive.

(laughing)

- Just just, you're
so provocative.

- Thank you.

- No no.

(laughing)

Just please, please,
don't tease me.

Please Heather.

It's not funny.

- Leave the lights on.

Take your clothes off.

- Oh.

(laughs)

Be gentle with me.

- Oh, I will.

(bird squawks)

(yelps)

- Did you let the bird out?

- No.

- Maybe there's an
intruder in the house.

- Do you think it's your wife?

- Possibly.

(suspenseful music)

(bird squawks)

Heather.

Heather.

Heather, are you all right?

- Give me that.

- You.

- Us.

- What do you want?

- Where is she?

- She?

- [Luther] The bitch.

- I told you my
wife isn't at home.

- She called us from here
and said that you raped her.

- But--

- Said you were doing
all sorts of things

a man's not supposed
to be doing to a woman.

- That's preposterous.

My phones aren't even working.

How dare you enter my
home and accuse me.

(gun clicks)

- That's my girlfriend, man.

- What girlfriend?

This was a mistake.

- [Luther] Yeah, man,
you just made it.

- [Bill] Felt anyone so alive.

So vivacious.

(cat growls)

- William Theodore Fontaine, MD.

Doctor, huh?

- A surgeon.

- Put it back.

- Sure.

(glass shatters)

Think I need some piece of paper

to tell me how smart I am?

Quit acting so high on
your high horse, huh?

- Why?

Just tell me why?

- You must believe
me, I treated her

with the utmost respect.

- Respect?

- Respect, nasty little bitch.

- Oh, what have I done?

(sobs)

Why?

Just shut it off, will you?

It's embarrassing?

- Look, that bitch got
a pimple on his butt.

- Hey, it was just getting
good, what'd you do that for?

- Bill.

What's your wife gonna
say when she sees this?

Or better yet, your daughter.

Maybe your neighbors!

- Please keep your voice down.

What is it you want, money?

All right.

No no no no!

I'm just trying
to find my money,

I keep my money in my jacket.

Look.

See, here we are.

Just leave me alone, will you?

That's all I have.

- It's a start.

Now get me the most
expensive liquor you got.

Hurry.

- All right, all right.

Just give me room,
will you, give me room.

- You watch your mouth, Bill.

(thunder rumbling)

- Stupid nigger.

What?

- [Jimmy] What I tell you
about using that word?

- [Luther] I ain't
a racist, I mean,

shit, I love spics, niggers.

- Keep your...

- How could you do this to me?

I actually cared about you.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Fontaine.

- Bill.

Don't talk to her.

Hey baby.

- Hey.

- You did good.

Give me a kiss.

Where were you?

- Hurry up over
there, I'm thirsty.

- I had to use the bathroom.

- Oh shit.

Yo, there's 95 Gs
in this account.

We're rich!

What the hell is that?

Get that shit out of my face,

give me the whole bottle, man.

- You can do better.

- Bill, shut the fuck up, man.

God damn.

(slurping)

(Heather groans)

- The hell is this?

Sheesh.

- Get the fuck off
your couch, Bill.

(thunder rumbling)

- Look, I'm not a rich man.

- A Mercedes.

A beautiful home.

- I work hard for my money.

- You don't call this work?

- In the morning,
go to your bank,

withdrew $25,000 from your
account, it's as simple as that.

- Will I get the tape back?

- You have my word.

(laughing)

(light music)

Victor.

It's Jimmy.

We'll have your money today.

- Good.

When?

- Maybe about two hours.

We'll be down to your place.

- One hour exactly, I'm a
busy man, don't be late.

- Not a problem.

(speaking foreign language)

Fucking asshole.

(laughs)

- Oh, whoa.

Tell me I wasn't right
Jimmy, tell me man.

We scared the shit
out that bitch, man.

Shit, 25 Gs?

Shit, I can't wait to throw
it in Victor's face, man.

Go to the bank, get
two Gs out in pennies,

that's what we're gonna do.

- We ain't home yet.

- Hey, don't burst
my bubble man.

- All right I'll tell you what.

Why don't you take your
turn in the Jacuzzi,

I'll go downstairs
and watch Bill,

because obviously
you can't handle it.

(laughs)

- Nah man, you trying that old

reverse Scientology
crap again, man.

Not this time,
bro, not this time.

- Just so tired.

- Just get me the
video tape, my dear.

I'd rather pay you the money.

I don't trust them.

(talking indistinctly)

- Stupid bitch gonna try to
pull the wool over my eyes?

Fuck that.

- [Bill] I think that
basically you're a good person

who's been taken advantage of.

- Really?

- [Bill] I care about you.

- The food's burning.

Oh god, I'm gonna be sick.

- Heather, come back.

(shouts)

- Oh, sorry!

- Bitch!

(shouting)

Sit the fuck down,
sit down, shut up.

Oh, fuck.

- Jerk.

- You burned the
fucking bacon, man.

Thought I told you to
watch the food, bitch.

- Don't talk to her like that.

- I was talking to you, bitch.

What's up with
those eggs, anyway?

I thought I told
your English ass

I wanted my eggs Benjamin.

What were you two
conspiring about in there?

Huh?

- Merely having a conversation.

- [Luther] About what?

- Look, just untie me and let
me defend myself like a man.

- Don't call yourself a
man, you're not a man.

- Please, I've got family.

- So what?

(vomiting)

What are you doing?

Oh my god, what...

Lick it off!

My brand new Bruno Mussolinis!

What's wrong with her?

- She's not feeling well.

I've seen a lot of
this at the hospital.

It could be a mere case
of the common cold,

or perhaps she's
suffering from influenza.

- Nevermind that, where's the
wash machine in this piece?

Banish this stink.

- Down in the
basement, over there.

(whistling)

(water draining)

- Yo, I can't see, where's
the fucking light here, huh?

I said where's the
fucking light, man?

(shouting indistinctly)

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Why don't you clean your
fucking stairs, huh?

You fancy prick.

- Shit is this?

You know what this
shirt cost me?

What are you doing?

- See how you like it.

- Psycho motherfucker.

(shouting)

About to take this whole
motherfucking chamber

to your cracker ass.

- Please, please!

- My god, you cut
off my fucking thumb!

(yelling)

Where's my thumb?!

(gun fires)

(muttering)

(whimpering)

- Shit.

- That motherfucker
cut off my thumb, man.

I'm in fucking pain, man.

- You shoot him?

- What about me, man?

I'm outta contention, bro.

My livelihood, my career.

- I shoulda told
you this before.

I know you know the martial
arts and everything,

but you never really had
a chance as a boxer, man.

- What do you mean, man?

- Did you shoot him?

Oh shit, shit.

Move your hand.

- That barbarian friend
of yours tried to kill me.

- Heather baby.

Come on.

Wake up, girl.

Are you all right?

- I'm okay, Bill.

- Bill?

- Jimmy.

I've seen her symptoms before.

She's showing signs
of a toxic infection.

- What?

- Give the bitch some Vagisil.

She was supposed
to watch my back.

- Shut up, man.

You tell me who's gonna go to
the fucking bank now, asshole.

- You got attitude, man.

- Yeah well I can't
go to the bank,

someone's sure to
suspect something.

Will you just look at me?

- I'll go to the bank.

- I'll do what I can.

This is not a hospital, I do
not have my equipment with me.

But just you keep
on taking a drink,

otherwise this is gonna
be very painful for you.

(yells)

- You fucking bastard!

- Keep still, will you?

Just keep still.

- All right.

- Okay.

- What kinda doctor are you?

- I'm a proctologist.

(yells)

(light music)

- Next.

Deposit?

- Cash.

- Do you have an account here?

- Nah.

- Do you have any form
of identification?

(laughs)

- I don't believe this.

I forgot my wallet.

Just call Mr. Fontaine.

He'll verify everything.

It shouldn't be a problem.

- [Teller] Your name is?

- Jimmy Best.

- [Teller] Excuse me.

Jimmy Best is trying
to cash this check.

He doesn't have an
account, no identification.

- It wasn't funny.

- So?

(suspenseful music)

- I just tried to
reach Dr. Fontaine,

there isn't any answer.

Are you aware that he terminated

his account with
us here yesterday?

- But he just gave me
the check this morning.

- Mhmm.

Well if you just
hang on a second,

I'll try Dr.
Fontaine's work number.

I'm sure it's just a
slight misunderstanding.

- I think I know what happened.

He must've given my
company the wrong check.

It must be a different bank.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

- Oh, hang on, just
a minute please.

This could be a computer error.

$25,000 cash?

(suspenseful music)

(shouting)

- God damn!

(whistling)

Sit down.

Sit down.

Shut the fuck up.

- He's an imbecile.

A vulgar human being.

- Yeah.

Don't worry about
him, he's harmless.

Bill?

Can I ask you a
personal question?

- [Bill] Of course.

- Is it hard to be so smart?

- No, of course not.

You're very smart yourself.

Maybe you've made a
few bad decisions.

But you're very beautiful.

You know that, don't you?

(Luther laughs)

- You like that, fruity?

That's a Benjamin, you
fancy English prick, you.

- [Heather] You're
an idiot, Luther.

- Heather.

I have to tell you a secret.

- What?

- I'm in the midst
of a bitter divorce.

She's trying to get her
claws into my money,

but my attorneys, they're
too smart for her.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

(sniffs)

- Look, you know I
can't breathe like this,

will just untie me?

I'm getting chest pains.

- I really can't.

- But my legs, you
know, please loosen me,

I can't feel my legs.

Just loosen these bonds, please?

- I'm sorry, but I really can't.

- Please.

I've done nothing
to deserve this.

I've treated you with
nothing but respect.

I'm a learned man.

A doctor.

I don't deserve this.

(hip hop music)

- Look at me when
I'm jerking it,

look at me when I'm
talking to you, look at me.

Watch my face.

(sniffing)

Can't you fucking knock?

(yells)

You son of a...

You crazy bastard!

(cracking)

- What are you doing?!

- Oh, actually this
is not what it seems.

He attacked me.

I had to defend myself.

(phone ringing)

(beeping)

- [Man] You've reached
the Fontaine home.

- [Heather] What do you mean?

- [Man] Please leave
a message at the beep.

(beeping)

- It's Jimmy.

And I'm gonna make 500 copies
of that fucking video tape

and sell them everywhere!

Why didn't you tell me you
withdrew all your money

from your account yesterday,
you lying bastard!

And now I got a flat!

(horn honks)

Fuck you!

- What do you mean he
went to the wrong bank?

Is he gonna be okay?

- What can you expect
from such imbeciles.

Forget them.

They destroyed me and
now that Jimmy person

is destroying my car.

- I'm going home.

- What?

No no no no no no no no.

Will you just let me take you?

I can't have you here
when my wife comes back.

Do me a favor, just change
into something more sensible.

For me?

Please.

(sighs)

Good, good.

I'll be right back.

- Oh, hi there, yeah, I'd
like to report a crime,

it's very urgent.

(suspenseful music)

- It used to be a
hell of a lot easier

to fucking rip somebody
off, I swear to god.

Son of a bitch.

What's next?

(chattering on police radio)

Typical.

(moaning)

(siren wails)

Oh shit.

(chattering on police radio)

- What's the problem?

- Got a flat.

I just need a couple
of minutes to fix it.

- Well hurry it up, you
got a lot of traffic there.

- Could you do me a favor
and call a tow truck?

- For a flat?

- I think my front
end got screwed up.

- Yeah, okay.

Let's go.

(horn honking)

(muttering)

- Get lost.

- I'll fuck you up.

(muttering)

- Beat it!

- All brothers are the same,
once you reach the top.

Let me at the jack.

(muttering)

(whining)

- I'm sorry, man.

I'm gonna get you to
a hospital, I promise.

- Yeah, I need for you
to step out of traffic.

I need for you to
get out of traffic.

- Cut yourself?

- Yeah.

It's no big deal.

- Pretty nice car.

You must have a good job.

Make a lot of money, huh?

- Eh.

- Something wrong?

- Tough day at the office.

Ah.

Could you give me a hand here?

My fingers hurt.

Could you help me with the jack?

- Go get the tire ready.

- I'll be right back.

(dog whimpers)

Scat.

Get outta here, you little shit.

(horn honking)

- Excuse me, sir?

You're gonna have to
move your vehicle,

there's no double
parking here please.

(dog whines)

(dog yelps)

- K9 division, 235 Main Street,

I have a dog being
dragged down Main Street.

Driver is unaware in a
green Ford Explorer...

Forget these?

- Thanks.

- License and registration.

- What for, man?

- License and registration.

You in some kind of rush?

You forgot to take
the car off the jack.

Step outside the car and put
your hands over your head,

right now!

Step outside, nice and slow.

Where I can see 'em, that's
it, open the door and step out.

Nice and slow, keep
'em up in the air.

- Okay, man.

- Put 'em up!

- Okay.

- Turn around, hands on the car.

- What'd I do, man?

- Shut the fuck up.

- Yo man, quit grabbing my dick.

- You keep talking, cock sucker,

and I'm gonna put this fucking
bullet through your head.

(horn honking)

(yells)

(suspenseful music)

- They did not show.

Make me wait for two hours,

do you know what I
could've been doing,

you know what my time is worth?!

- They weren't never gonna pay.

- They're gonna pay.

If not in greenbacks,

then in blood.

- We're gonna stick their heads
where the sun shines, boss.

- Suspect escaped on foot.

Can't be far.

- Good news, they
got it all on tape.

Suspect is a black male, bald,

last seen headed south on Main.

Black serial killer,
that's a new one.

- What, a black man
can't be a serial killer?

Affirmative action,
it's a bitch.

- Found the suspect's wallet.

He's responsible for the
disappearances of 15 people.

(helicopter flying overhead)

His name is Jimmy Best, no
history of mental illness,

no criminal record to speak of.

He had three bodies
in the trunk.

Bill Fontaine, his wife
and daughter, all dead.

- Jesus.

- Yesterday Mr. Fontaine
went to the bank,

he took out $95,000.

He actually closed the account.

Then Best went back to the
bank trying to get more cash.

- Greedy bastard.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- Who called 911?

- The call came
from the Fontaines'.

But Best had a flat on
Main Street at the time

and the Fontaines
were already dead.

- An accomplice?

- Yeah, apparently.

But he made a lot of mistakes.

Fingerprints, blood,
hair, and someone's thumb.

It's Caucasian, but
none of the Fontaines

were missing any digits.

- [Detective] This guy's a
poster boy for sexual deviancy.

Drug addiction too, we found
crack vials all over the house.

Don't expect him to adhere
to any set patterns.

(cheerful music)

(mumbling)

(laughs)

(singing)

♪ La la la la la la la

(coughs)

And this,

my money.

(laughs)

And is full of...

Nothing.

No, no.

It's gone.

(muttering)

My god, why me?

Now I know there isn't a god.

I always knew.

Why!

Why!

Why!

Why!

Wake up!

(gulls squawking)

- Don't you even start
with me today, bitch!

I work like a fucking
slave, I'm tired.

Fucking starving, I got no gum,

my dick's tied in a double knot.

Place looks like a fucking mess.

What the fuck you
been doing all day

hanging around in your pajamas?

Another thing I realize, I
don't need no goddamn GED

to tell me how
fucking smart I am.

Good Enough Dummy bullshit.

Do me a favor, will you
make me a hot pot of coffee

and some sausage links?

- You really need to know
how to start treating women.

- You ain't no bitch!

Why you dressed like Libida for?

- Where's Heather?

- You got the green?

- Where is she?

- How the fuck
should I know, man?

The crazy son of a
bitch tried to rape me.

- You got the tape?

- Yeah I got the
fucking tape, man.

- Give it to me.

- You don't got no
fucking manners, man?

Say fucking please?

- Give me the fucking tape!

- Here.

- All right listen.

Ain't got a lot of time.

We gotta bounce.

- I ain't fucking going
nowhere, you crazy?

- Luther.

We got people after us.

I'm gonna go in the
bathroom and change, okay?

Why don't you pack your shit

and we'll get the
fuck outta here.

If you had more time
maybe fucking clean up

around here a little.

This place looks like shit.

- Freeze, motherfucker!

(laughing)

I gotcha, motherfucker!

Don't motherfucking move!

- So what they doing, huh?

What's you doing, little anus?

Why are you packing?

Your little backdoor buddy

was supposed to have met
me three hours ago, huh?

- 3:00, huh?

- I don't like to wait!

- [Luther] I was
just cleaning up.

- I didn't get no phone call.

No fax, no page.

No nothing.

- Must've been some
kind of mistake,

I thought you guys
got paid already.

There's some kind of a
screw up or something.

- No, you're the screw up.

- You were about to leave,

and you were trying
skip town, huh?

- Don't judge a book by its
pages all the time, man.

I wasn't going nowhere.

- Don't fucking look at me.

- Under control.

Now I've just about
lost patience.

Now if you don't
produce some money,

I'm going to cut off something,

and it won't be
your fucking thumb.

(yelling)

We'll check every fucking
orifice if we have to.

- Fuck.

Okay okay,

I got a brand new Mercedes,

it's worth five
times what I owe you.

- Where's this Mercedes?

- It's just for you.

You should be kissing my nuts

like they're fucking
bon bons right now.

(yelling)

- I think I broke my hip.

- Man, you gotta stretch first.

- Jesus.

- Dear, who stole my money?

- What are you talking about?

- Where are we, what
am I doing in this car?

- How can I trust you after
all the lies you told me?

- I'm not a liar, you're a liar.

- I refuse to dignify
that with a response.

How dare you say that.

How insulting.

- Can you take me home?

- You've got to understand,

I'm under a great
deal of pressure.

My job, my wife, the divorce.

I talked to her this morning.

I gave her the house.

Everything.

Just so I could be with you.

- You're crazy.

(laughs)

- I have money.

We're financially secure.

Anything you want is yours.

- Will you buy me a fur coat?

I always wanted a mink.

Please?

- Oh, you'll never believe this,

I didn't bring any
cards here with me.

- What?

You promised.

You said that I could have
anything that I wanted,

and I want a mink.

- Well, I'll get you a mink.

Why don't we just take
a look and pick one out

for our next visit.

Love, I just remembered,

I need to make an important
phone call to my lawyer.

You go ahead and take
a look, would you?

(sighs)

- [Reporter] Best was
dishonorably discharged

from the Marines.

- Jeez.

- [Reporter] He's made
his way as a con man.

He's considered
extremely dangerous.

It's believe he
has an accomplice.

- Look at this.

- [Reporter] And
believed to be carrying

over $100,000 in
cash and jewels.

What you are about to
see is extremely graphic.

- I think they should
fry that bastard.

- I agree wholeheartedly with
your opinion, young ladies.

But your progressive
country has grown too soft

in dealing with these
humanless beings.

Excuse me.

- I ain't afraid of no
fucking serial killer.

Shit.

We killed what, 15
people last year?

- 12.

- Not that bad.

Search this shithole.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Luther] Shut the fuck up.

- One fucking word,

you're gonna have your
shit on their dicks.

- [Luther] Yeah, what?

- Have you seen the news?

- [Luther] Who the fuck is this?

- Who do you think it is?

- [Luther] You're
supposed to be dead.

How'd you get this number?

- Well, I'm not
as stupid as you.

Listen closely.

Get me that tape and
I'll let you keep

half the money you stole.

Don't forget--

- What money?

You got the money, fruity.

- Ask Jimmy.

He has $100,000 of my money.

Find him before the police do.

Tell him I'm gonna kill Heather

unless I get my
money and that tape.

- Think I give a fuck if
you kill that dumb bitch?

Go ahead, kill her.

We'll make a deal and turn
you in to the cops anyway.

- What's my name?

Where do I live?

Where are my fingerprints?

Sorry.

I've got no record
and no existence.

But I do have Heather,

and I can kill her quite easily.

Just get him here
with that tape.

I'll cut you in on $50,000.

There's a payphone at the corner

of Hoyt and Monroe downtown.

Be there at 10, I'll
with instructions.

By the way, I suggest you leave
there as soon as possible.

The police are
bound to find you.

I believe you left
a thumbprint behind.

- I think I left a whole thumb.

- Well he seemed
like a nice guy.

Classy like.

And I got a line on
this English fag.

Key to an easy 100 grand.

Where do we find Best?

- I know where he
is, I can get him.

- Good.

- [Luther] But I gotta
use the bathroom.

- Oh, number one or number two?

(urinating)

- Can I get some
privacy, please?

- Privacy these nuts.

(screams)

- The fuck was that?

Get in there!

(yelling)

Nothing better be
happening upstairs!

- Wow, they fucking
played you, pussy.

Get back, you fucks!

- What the fuck is going on?!

- I'll get 'em.

- If you guys lose them,

you're gonna be on the
slow boat to Thailand.

You have a fucking
problem, you understand me?

(screams)

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)

- Yoko, it's Victor.

What are you wearing?

Tell me later, we need a ride.

- Freeze!

- And call in a lawyer.

- On the floor!

- So, you've never
met Jimmy Best?

- Who?

- Jimmy Best.

The suspect.

We found your name
in his wallet.

- Well maybe I'm his
next victim, asswipe.

You should get some
cops over to my house,

I got a family.

- Just tell me what you
know about him, huh?

- Well I've me the black
kid a couple times.

We gambled together, that's all.

He stole 100 grand, right?

- Where the fuck is the money?

Now why you holding out on me?

- I aint' holding
out on you, man.

- We're supposed to be
a team, motherfucker.

Let me tell you something
man, between me and you,

you know I wouldn't
stick you wrong, man.

But ever since you been
banging that bitch bro,

you got nothing but trouble.

- Slow down man, slow down.

- Talking all this crazy shit

like you're gonna get a job
and this and this and that.

Society fucked you up.

What's gotten into you?

- What the hell
were you doing, man?

Jerking off?

- Get off my back.

I was ambushed, man.

- You were supposed
to watch her.

- I aint accessible to no
breakfast murders, you hear me?

And another thing,
that girl of yours

is probably fucking that
fancy English prick right now.

(cheerful music)

- Oh yes, hello,
Mrs. Peckerwood.

Simon Churchill here again.

Simon Churchill, from
Architectural Digest.

- Oh yes, hi, how are you.

Please be careful with
this china in that box.

- Yes I'm afraid my
plans have changed,

I'll be leaving the country
sooner than expected.

I'll need to come
around tonight.

- Tonight?

- Yes.

- We'd love to have you, yes,
but the house isn't done yet.

Well of course, anything,
anything that you want.

We're still renovating.

(sighs)

Okay.

What time?

8:00, we'll see you then.

Okay, bye bye.

Oh god.

Sid!

That is an heirloom,
please be careful,

I want it right over
there against the wall.

You can do that, can't you?

Okay.

I need my hairdresser,
I'm a mess.

- 16 year old girl was
raped and murdered.

Luther Wright was at that house.

You were at his house.

That connects you with him.

Now just tell me what you
know about it, will ya?

- Well he asked me
to meet him there,

I was interviewing
him for a job.

But if he is a rapist
and a murderer,

I'm probably not
going to hire him.

- Did you ever meet
Bill or Grace Fontaine?

- Oh no, are you
going to introduce me?

- We would.

But they're dead.

- Really.

- You weren't a cripple
I would kick your ass.

(speaking foreign language)

What?

What's that?

Huh?

- Do you usually
trash someone's house

when you're about to hire him?

- It was just a
background check.

- You know they don't have
much sympathy in prison

for cripples.

- I think you owe my
client an apology.

Plus he answered all the
questions of his own free will.

- Go on, get the
hell outta here.

Hit the bricks.

I want that brick.

I think I'm losing my touch.

- Hey now.

Don't worry about it man,
you're not losing anything.

We'll get him.

(suspenseful music)

- Madam, how would you
like to pay for that?

- I think I want one more look.

Wow.

You have all this land?

- Several hundred acres.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Is this where you
plan on building?

- [Bill] Are you
afraid of heights?

- [Heather] No.

- Do you know,

I think I'm falling
in love with you.

- Come on, Mr. Fontaine.

- Why do you tease me?

And why are you stark naked?

- Because it feels good.

- I'd like to know
if you took my money.

I work hard for my
money, and I want it now.

- Ow!

Don't you ever hit me again.

And screw you and
screw your money, okay?

All you rich people are alike,

all you care about is
your goddamn money.

- Let's just be civil here.

If you didn't steal my money,
how did you pay for the mink?

- I used your credit
card, you cheapskate.

- Where'd you find
my credit card?

- In your house, where
do you think I found it?

- I never gave you permission.

- Well if that's how you
feel about it baby, take it.

- No, no.

Credit card.

I don't need this.

(sighs)

- I didn't think it
was such a big deal.

- No, it really isn't.

It's just that I care about you.

Show the doctor your tongue.

Now come on.

Don't be shy.

Yeah, just as I suspected.

- [Heather] What?

- You've got acute meningitis.

- Is that bade?

- Drink some Coke.

It'll make you feel better.

That's it.

Another swig.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- We ran a search on the
Fontaines' credit cards.

Somebody bought a mink at
a fur store in the mall.

- Break.

- Check it out.

- Luther Wright's
rap sheet came in.

Wright's been arrested
for illegal gambling,

grand theft auto, shoplifting.

Oh, here's a nice one.

Indecent exposure,
pulling his pecker

in a Jack in the Box restaurant.

- Jimmy, I gotta
tell you a secret.

I can trust you, right?

- Yeah.

- I know I can trust you.

You know that time I stuck
up the Jack in the Box?

- Yeah.

- Sent my ass back
to the pen, remember?

This big scary cock monster
looking motherfucker named...

Coontacunt.

Staked me for like his...

His boyfriend.

You can't tell nobody though,
it's between me and you.

You know how we do.

I mean, X nothing like that.

- Yeah.

- I ain't going back, man.

I ain't going back.

(coughing)

(opera music)

- What a magnificent
home, Mrs. Peckerwood.

- Oh, call me Gwen.

- Gwen.

- I'm sorry about
the appearance.

- Well I'm tempted
to steal it from you.

Maybe you'd like to sell it
to me before you finish up.

(laughs)

- No.

No no no no no.

We're gonna retire and spend
the rest of our lives here.

- Ah.

- Simon Churchill.

Any relation?

- Great uncle.

- God, how exciting.

- Yeah, indeed.

- Say, when did you say this
article will be published?

- Well not the next issue,
but the one after that,

if all goes as planned,
which hopefully it will.

Well, excuse me, so rude of me.

- Oh please, don't be foolish.

My husband's an occasional
pipe man himself.

- Oh.

Thank you.

- That's an interesting blend.

- Yes, it's Colombian.

(coughs)

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- Let me get you a drink.

- Smashing.

(playing Fur Elise)

Oh, that's so beautiful.

Like the ripples on the
surface of the lake.

- Look, no hands.

(laughs)

- You tricked me.

Mrs. Peckerwood, tell me,

surely you and your
husband can't be

the only occupants
of this huge house.

- Oh no.

My son and his new bride
are living with us.

Until they get on their feet.

You know how kids
are these days.

- No, I'm sorry, I don't.

It's just that my daughter...

Oh, nevermind.

- What's wrong?

- Well, quite recently,
I lost my daughter.

I'd give everything I
have to get her back.

- [Gwen] I'm so sorry.

- Nothing I could do,
I tried everything.

Best money could buy.

And you know I can't help
thinking that possibly

I was the one to blame.

- Oh Simon, you're not to blame.

Anyone would've done the
same in your position.

- You're so very kind.

You're a wonderful woman.

A pip.

(laughs)

- Would you like
to meet my husband?

- Yes.

I'd be honored.

- I'll be right back.

Sid!

Where are you?

Come on down.

- Gwen.

You actually paid
cash for this place?

- Excuse me?

(screaming)

- Gwen?

(suspenseful music)

Gwen?

Gwen, where are you?

Gwen?

- Hello.

Simon Churchill,
at your service.

(phone ringing)

(moaning)

- No I don't.

This is wrong, I can't do this.

Forgive me, Heather,

for my thoughtlessness.

I love only you.

(crying)

- Like blood and shit, man.

(rap music)

(siren wailing)

- Let me see that, man.

(dialing phone)

Oh my god.

- Hey boss?

(rap music)

- Look at you.

I love you.

- All right man.

Come on.

- No man.

I really love you man.

We gonna go down together,

we ain't going down
one on one man,

we going down together, man.

- All right man.

- We've been together
through some tough--

- All right.

God damn.

- All right.

- This is the last
shit I need right now.

- It ain't nothing like that.

(opera music)

- Let me inform you of the
real reason for my visit here.

It's to make a small
withdrawal from your

bank account.

Hmm hmm hmm.

(mumbling), Mr. Peckerhead.

Now, Sidney, I want the money.

I want you to go to your bank

and take out all
the money you've got

and give it to me,
it's as simple as that.

Any mistakes, and I will
not hesitate to kill

your lovely wife.

(crying)

And children, in the most
painful way possible.

This recent excitement
has made me careless.

This is a lovely stone.

So?

Sidney, do we, me and you,

do we have a deal?

- You fucking madman!

I won't give you a fucking
cent, you son of a bitch!

God damn you!

- This one's for you, Sidney.

- Kiss my ass, you son...

(yells)

- You see?

You see what you made me do?

- God damn you, god damn you...

(dog barking)

(sniffing)

- Mmm, roses.

I love roses.

Mmm.

Ow!

Jesus, Bill, there
are thorns in these.

At least you could've
taken out the thorns!

- Here, here.

Here, here, here, oh no.

Let me help you.

Is there nothing I can
do that will please you?

- No.

Just take me home, okay?

- We are home.

- My god.

It's like a dream.

- Yes.

It is a dream.

And it's ours.

(Heather laughs)

Here, give me your hand.

I want you to marry me.

- Are you serious?

- Would I lie?

- Bill, it's so beautiful.

(playing piano)

- And darling,

will you love me

for long?

You know, I wrote this for you.

- It's beautiful.

How much did this cost you?

(piano playing Fur Elise)

(rap music)

- Hey!

You been on the phone
for over an hour!

Please hurry?

- Get that fat ass back to
work already, all right?

Go suck somebody
off or something.

- Why don't you go suck your
own dick, you little shit.

- You know if I could do that,

I wouldn't leave my
fucking house, would I?

(cheerful music)

- Bill.

Where are my servants?

I'm starting to get hungry.

- I'm baffled.

They should be here.

Love, I've got a multitude
of logistics to deal with.

I'd like to start
planning the wedding.

(laughs)

I'll be right back.

(busy signal beeping)

- [Luther] Come on, hurry
up, I gotta use the phone.

- [Woman] You gotta wait
like everybody else.

- This is my phone, see that?

Luther.

I would not like to smack the
shit out of you right now,

but I will if I have to.

Can I get the fucking
phone, please?

(busy signal beeping)

- You're not getting the phone.

- You one of those
like dominatrix types,

them Miss FTSS bitches, huh?

(dialing phone)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Jimmy?

- [Jimmy] Heather.

Where are you,
are you with Bill?

- Yeah, well that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

- He's a murderer.

Get outta there.

- [Heather] Aww Jimmy--

- [Jimmy] Get--

- Don't call him names,
I didn't call to fight.

- [Jimmy] Just leave, I
don't care what you think,

get away from him.

- I don't want to fight, Jimmy.

(suspenseful music)

- I'll tell you one
last fucking time.

- What are you trying
to do to my woman, man?

- Do me a favor man, tell this
bitch to get off the phone?

- Just leave, I don't
care what you think.

Get away from him.

- There's something
that I really need
to talk to you about.

I'm really confused and--

- Just listen to me.

- You want this
down your throat?

I'll pistol whip you.

How's about some
cock up your ass?

- You got me all wrong, sir.

I was just trying to
get a piece of action.

- Better go on the
other side of town

with your balls hanging out,

that's more your style anyway.

Slut, get outta the car!

- Everything about him is a lie.

He's not rich, he's not
a doctor, he's a lunatic!

Don't be stupid!

- I'm not stupid, you're stupid.

You're just jealous because
he can take care of me

and you can't.

- [Jimmy] Heather,
just listen to me.

He's a psycho.

(splashes)

- Asshole.

- Heather.

I just closed a marvelous
deal on a honeymoon in Maui.

Aren't you pleased?

- I'm gonna count to three.

Either your ass
is out of the car

or you're one dead black whore.

Get outta the car!

Good.

Now--

(shouting)

- The basis of any
relationship is to be able

to trust one another.

I'd like you to drink it.

It's not gonna hurt you.

- Heather called.

She's still with him.

I tried to tell her he's a nut.

She didn't believe me.

Well you got any ideas?

- Wait for fucking Bill to call.

(yells)

I got an idea.

Star-69.

- [Jimmy] Good idea.

(beeping)

- [Gwen] Hello, you've
reached 555-8324,

the home of Gwen and
Sidney Peckerwood.

- They're at some fruity's
house, Peckerwoods' house.

Hello, hello, hello, I know
there's nobody here right now,

but we're looking
for our money, bitch.

(beeping)

What you chuppakata looking
ass bitches looking at, huh?

Come on.

Back to work.

- They're leaving,
they're leaving man!

- Get up, bitch!

- Relax, baby.

- Holy shit.

- I had a horrible
nightmare last night.

I dreamt I was
falling and falling,

and I thought I'd never stop,

but then suddenly you
were there to catch me.

I see a bright
future ahead of us.

(coughs)

- Oh, Bill.

I really like you,

and I think you're a great guy.

And I'm really sorry
about everything.

But I...

- You know, I
really do love you.

- I know you do.

But I think you should
reconsider your divorce.

- Whatever for?

I left my family for you.

I can't possibly go back.

I want to do what's
right for me.

Spend the rest of my
life with a woman I love.

This is a big home.

There's plenty of
room for children.

- Bill, there's something
that you have to know.

- Drink this, it's full
of herbs and vitamins.

It'll make you fertile.

- I'm not thirsty, Bill.

Look, you're making
this really hard for me.

- Please, Heather, I insist.

- Are you senile?

I told you I'm not thirsty!

- Now you just watch your
tone with me, young lady.

I think someone's in need
of a lesson in etiquette.

I can't have you embarrassing
me in public again.

Especially as now we're going
to be living in high society.

- Look Bill, I'm
pregnant already, okay?

I've been trying to
tell you all along,

but you just don't listen,

and I love somebody else,
so I can't marry you, okay?

- I refuse to believe that.

- Believe it.

- God.

I feel like such a fool.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

I would've purchased a bassinet

or maybe even a
little doll for you.

Here.

(shouts)

I'm gonna choke you

till that little bastard
pops out of your ass.

(coughing and gagging)

(screams)

(cheerful music)

(drum beating)

(screaming)

(urinating)

(screaming)

- Jesus.

(moaning)

Hail Mary, mother of
grace, pray for our sins.

(screams)

(gun firing)

(yells)

(crying)

(screams)

(gun fires)

- It's me!

God dammit!

- Oh my god, Jimmy!

- Put the fucking gun down!

- Oh Jimmy, I'm so sorry.

I'm really happy to
see you, I love you.

- Yeah.

- Oh god.

Mommy!

- Shh.

Yeah.

- We got him trapped.

- Okay good.

Just don't fucking touch
him, you understand me?

I got something special
saved for these guys.

- Tell him that we're
gonna flush them out.

- You tell him.

- We're gonna flush
them out, boss.

- First...

Hello?

He hung up on me.

Yoko, I'm sending your brothers
back, you understand me?

I'm sending them back.

- Be quiet.

- What?

- I'm driving.

Okay?

- I'm sorry sweetie.

- Everyone freeze,
mother fuckers!

(coughing)

- I'm gonna kill you.

You castrated my fucking thumb!

(suspenseful music)

- Ow!

Fuck!

- What wrong?

- Fucking glass.

- Quit fucking around, man.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Luther] My leg.

- Take this gun and
put it in Bill's hand.

- Jimmy, help me please.

I'm gonna die.

I'm dying man, dying!

Can't feel my legs, man!

- I'll take care of the cops.

I got the tape of Bill.

- [Luther] Listen to me, man.

- Jimmy.

When I called you
that time, you know?

I was trying to tell you that

I'm pregnant.

- [Luther] Help me!

- I promise I'll get
my shit together.

- So, you think you're funny,

trying to make us look bad, huh?

- Anybody move, and I kill 'em.

Drop it slut.

Throw it on the ground, slut!

- Don't call me a slut!

- Slut.

- Slut.

- Don't let 'em call you slut.

Shoot him!

- Leave me alone.

- Put it down.

Where'd you get that ring?

(crying)

- I told you, man!

I told you!

- No, shut up, Luther.

- I'm gonna count to three.

- [Heather] No!

- Three.

- Shoot 'em!

- Just put it down.

- [Kam] Two.

- You're pregnant.

- One.

(laughing)

All of you are pussies.

(laughing)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(shouts)

(gun fires)

(gasps)

- Oh god.

- Baby, you gotta
get outta here.

Where'd you get that coat?

- I'm sorry, baby, I
don't want it anyway.

- Just get out of here,
just get out of here.

I love you.

- [Heather] I love you.

- Get outta here!

What did you guys get
fucking engaged or something?

Huh?

- [Heather] No!

- [Luther] Jimmy, Jimmy.

- [Bill] Hello gentlemen.

- Get the fuck outta here,

get the fuck outta here.

- I want a house like this.

- Why the fuck are
you looking at me?

(screaming)

- [Yoko] Victor!

(gun firing)

(shouting)

(laughs)

- Oh, it's my tape.

Thank you.

You got my money?

- No.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, fuck it.

(shouting)

(sirens wailing)

(Luther whimpering)

- Fuck you!

(gun clicking)

- [Luther] What are we
gonna do now, Jimmy?

(mumbles)

- Victor Jefferson LaQuois,

you have the right
to remain silent,

anything you do and say can
and will be used against you

in a court of low.

- Ray.

- You also have the right...

Yeah, I got it.

You also have the right
to consult an attorney

before speaking to the police.

- Ray.

I think he has to be conscious.

(suspenseful music)

- Kill me,
motherfucker, kill me!

(dog barking)

(knocking)

(doorbell ringing)

- Oh honey, I'll get it.

- No no no no no, I'll get it.

You sit down, you eat,

you stay and eat
your breakfast too.

Hello?

- Hi, good morning.

Let me introduce you to
the wonders of the new

Corona vacuum cleaner.

(gasps)

- [Boy] Who is it, Mommy?

- Is that the little bastard?

(cheerful music)

♪ La la la la la la la la

(suspenseful music)