Blackbelt (1992) - full transcript

(upbeat jazz music)

- You know what?

I want you to wait a minute.

I forgot something at the bar, okay?

- [Woman] What is it?

- It's a surprise.

- Hurry back.

- Rafael Zolan?

- Yeah?

- Get him!

(soft music)



- Want to play a game?

- Lover, for another 100 bucks,

we can do anything you want.

- That's good.

- You ready?

- I don't know.

(horn honking)

- Hey baby, hey.

(siren in the distance)

- Hey hey hey, hello mama.

Come here.

How's my sweetest thing?

- I'm scared Paul.

- Now look, now be sweet.



All right, sweet thing?

Come on, do it.

- Hey baby, let's go make a party.

- You got money?

- Sure do.

Come on, I ain't got all night.

- No.

No!

- Hey, where do you think you're going?

Mama, you cost me money.

Look, you said you'd do this for me.

Now you gotta do it.

- I can't Paul.

- That's enough.

- Hey hey, no problem my brother.

- Luanne, your mother sent me.

She wants you to come home.

- I'm gonna send you
both back home to Mom.

- The broken nose is for the girl.

The vasectomy's free.

Come on.

- Here's what we agreed on, Mister Dillon,

plus some extra.

- Keep it, I don't charge
to take out the garbage.

♪ I'll never let go again ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know that your love ♪

♪ And your kiss ♪

♪ Will last us to the end of time ♪

♪ I saw your face ♪

♪ I knew I had to make you mine ♪

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I'd find ♪

- Mommy just loves to see you.

Such a dear.

♪ Your kiss on my mouth ♪

♪ Warm till the end of time ♪

♪ Well you don't ever try to stray ♪

- I'm from the Times.

- What's in the box?

- I'm a fan, too.

♪ And I don't care what people say ♪

♪ Your love is my love I'll never let go ♪

♪ I don't care what people say ♪

- Thank you.

(crowd cheering)

Thank you.

(confused crosstalk)

- Shanna, why did you record a 60's tune?

Do you think My Love could
make it to number one?

- If my dress is short enough
in the video, it might.

- Are you still planning to
tour Europe later this fall?

- Well yes sugar, 'cause the
boys there are so hot for me.

- And what about an American tour?

- I think I could spank
up some interest in that.

- Are you going to renew your contract

with Eddie Deangelo at
the end of the month?

- We make no public
statements about contracts.

- How long have you known
that Eddie Deangelo's

record label has mob connections?

- No comment.

- God, I'm burnt.

How do you think it went?

- You were fantastic, they loved you.

- No, really?

- Really.

- You know after all this time,

it still makes me really hot

to feel proud like that, you know?

It's like payback for all the bullshit.

- You mean Deangelo?

- Him, my father, everything.

- I have a feeling everything's
gonna turn out just fine.

- Yeah I noticed you've
been stupidly optimistic

since Eric proposed.

- I can't help it, that's
what happens with true love.

- I wouldn't know.

- What's that?

- Some punk's idea of good
taste in greeting cards.

(screaming)

(confused crosstalk)

- Nice kick, Jerome.

Okay, class break.

Sit down from sparring.

All right, Juan,

let's work on your throws.

Hands up.

On your stance.

- Jack Dillon?

- I'm Dillon.

- This is Shanna.

I'm Barbara Glen.

A friend of your--

- Excuse me.

That's all for today, class.

See you Saturday.

- You finished?

- Shanna.

- Look lady, I don't know
what your problem is,

and I don't care.

- See I told you this was a bad idea.

Why don't we just split?

- Wait a minute.

Listen Mister Dillon, if
you give me one minute,

I'll explain to you why we're here,

and then if you still want
us to leave, we'll go.

- Go ahead.

- A Lieutenant Sturges
recommended you to us.

- We used to be partners.

- So he said.

You know, the Wall Berlin?

- Yeah, it's a yuppie
club on the west side.

- It's the place for hot
new rock acts to appear.

Shanna started there last night.

- Congratulations.

- After the show, there was
a box in the dressing room.

- There was a woman's finger in the box,

with the ring still on it.

- What did Sturges think?

- That it's just some wacko
showing his love or something.

- If the police are on this case,

what do you need me for?

- Protection.

- Look, I'm not a bodyguard,
stick with the police.

- Shanna doesn't like cops.

- I used to be a cop.

- Yeah, but you quit, why?

- I had my reasons.

What do you have against cops?

- My father was a cop.

- So was mine.

- Your father rape you?

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Hello?

- Hello Jack, it's Sturges.

- [Jack] Hi Will, what's up?

- Listen, I need a favor.

- [Jack] Shoot.

- I've got a multiple
homicide at the Rand Inn,

six stiffs in one room.

They were all beaten to death.

I'd like you to come over and take a look.

- I can meet you there in 15 minutes.

- Great, by the way, did
that rock star show up?

- She's here now.

- [Will] Good, have her
go over to the station,

I'll meet her there.

- All right.

That was Sturges, he wants you
to meet him at headquarters.

- So, will you take my case?

- Go to the station, I'll call you later.

- Come on, Shanna.

- Jack, Jack.

Thanks for coming down.

- Sure.

- Good to see you again.

Listen, the bodies were
discovered this morning.

I just got here myself.

It's up on the fourth floor,

I'd like you to take a look.

- Hey Sean?

- Lieutenant.

Hey Jack.

Bad news, some reporter
was here when this broke.

One of the guys says
it's all over the radio.

- Great, now every wacko in the state's

gonna come claim credit for this.

- Jack, good to see you.

You back?

- Just observing Carl, what's you got?

- Five guys, all packing iron,

all of them killed by blows to various

vital spots on their body.

Not one of them got their
gun out except for this guy.

He got a broken arm for his trouble

to go with his broken neck.

- You mind?

- Be my guest.

- What do you think?

- Martial arts expert.

Professional killer.

- What time did they die?

- We won't know for
sure until the autopsy,

but judging from the lividity
of the limbs, one a.m.?

- What about the woman?

- 3, 3:30.

- What woman?

- You haven't been next door?

- No.

- We think it's the same guy,

even thought the MO's different.

You had breakfast yet?

- No.

- Good.

- Jesus.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, it's just been a while.

- Welcome back.

- The guy who visited
the rock club last night

left the same calling card.

- [Man In Hall] Hey ma'am
you can't go in there.

This is police business.

- Shanna, we're going to the chapel.

- Oh my God.

- Look at me.

You're going to be okay.

Come on.

Better?

- How'd you know we were at the hotel?

- The radio.

They were screaming about
this murdered woman,

and a queen of spades left on the body.

I just wanted to see for myself.

- You did.

- I'm really scared.

Will you protect me, please?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

My real name's Carrie.

Carrie Farland.

- Glad to meet you, Carrie Farland.

- So, what do you think?

- You own this place? Nice.

- Thanks.

- What's up Carrie?

- Hey, I brought a friend.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Listen, I gotta go take a shower.

We need to be up in Hollywood

at eight for that rehearsal, okay?

- Shanna convince you?

- She helped.

- She usually does.

Well make yourself at home.

Dinner'll be ready in a few.

- You live here?

- We grew up together, best friends.

- And now you work for her?

- I watch out for her.

- That makes two of us.

(doorbell ringing)

I'll get it.

Will, what's up?

- Hey.

I thought you'd like to know,

we ID-ed those five stiffs at the hotel.

One of them was Rafael Zolan, local guy.

He and his brother Emil, made
the big time as arms dealers.

- Let's pay the brother
a visit in the morning.

- You got it.

And the lab tested that finger,

it belonged to the female
victim at the hotel.

She was a hooker.

- Same guy did both murders.

- Still drawing a blank
on these cards, though.

- Will, do me a favor, hold the fort here.

There's someplace I gotta go.

I'll meet you at the video studio.

- Wait a minute, what do I look
like, a fuckin' babysitter?

You're welcome.

(tense piano music)

- Have you seen anybody in
here lately with one of these?

- We don't give out information
about our friends here,

especially to foreign-looking
creeps like you.

- How about you?

(laughing)

Is that a no?

Anybody else?

(upbeat rock music)

- Get him.

- Now I'm tired, and pissed off.

Tell me who that guy was,

or I'm gonna finish my dental work.

- All right, all right all right.

I'll tell you, his name
is John, John Sweet.

- Where does he live?

- I don't know.

Jesus Christ come on,
let me go, I don't know.

He comes in here twice a week

with the rest of those war jocks.

- What about the card?

- It's a deadhead card.

In Vietnam we used to put in on the bodies

of the dead Cong.

Used to scare the hell out of them.

- If you're lying to me, I'm coming back.

- [Man] All right people
let's clear the set

for this rehearsal.

- Song's called Love Rocket.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, but where the hell have you been?

- I found out who our boy is, John Sweet.

About six five, blonde hair, 250 pounds.

- All right, I'll call it in.

- Hey Will?

Thanks.

I owe you one.

- Yeah, well call my wife,
tell why I didn't make dinner.

- It wouldn't help.

- You're right.

- Jack Dillon, this is Bobby Machado.

He manages me,

in more ways than one.

- So, you're a cop, huh?

- Ex-cop, yeah.

- You can do this job?

Protect my baby?

- Shanna thinks so.

She hired me.

- Now, I'm asking you.

- I can do the job.

- You better.

Hey, what the hell's the stall, huh?

I ain't paying you turds
to screw around all night.

- Sorry Mister Machado,

you said to wait for Mister Deangelo.

- Screw Mister Deangelo,

if he can't get his ass in gear, then--

Hey hey, hey hey.

- Bobby.

Ah, princess.

Hello princess.

You're all right?

- Oh, yeah Eddie, fine, sure.

- They're gonna catch this scum,

this finger business is terrible.

Now look, if you need anything,

anything at all,

you just let Eddie know.

- Yeah, okay Eddie, sure.

Jack Dillon, Eddie Deangelo.

My back.

- Mister Deangelo and I have met.

Five years ago, wasn't it Eddie?

- Yeah, yeah, a long time ago.

- A big money-laundering bust.

- Yeah, right.

A misunderstanding as I recall.

Charges were brought,
charges were dropped.

Water under the bridge, huh?

C'est la vie.

You're pushing me, Dillon.

- So push back.

- Hey come on, the guy's
just jerking your chain.

Let's get this rehearsal done, okay?

Come on.

- Right, of course.

You're right Bobby.

We'll watch from the booth.

- So you still want me on this case?

- Especially now.

- Welcome to the zoo.

(rock music)

♪ The boy was a million
who caught my eye ♪

♪ I knew from his look he
could teach me how to fly ♪

♪ I had to see him on a midnight run ♪

♪ He kissed me hard and
then he gave me one ♪

♪ I'm on a love rocket flying
me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, take me
so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, I never want it to end ♪

♪ I'm on a love rocket ♪

♪ Flying me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, took me
so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, don't
ever want to come down ♪

- You don't understand.

I took this bitch out of the gutter.

I made her, I put her in my clubs.

I paid for all those articles
in all those rock magazines.

And now just when she's
starting to get hot,

she wants to dump me, huh?

And go with somebody else?

That's not right, and
it ain't gonna happen.

- I know it's not fair to you Eddie,

and if you just give me another day

I'll make sure she does what's right.

- Two days, Bobby.

Her contract is up in two days.

If she doesn't sign by tomorrow,

I am taking matters elsewhere.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Good, good.

♪ I'm on a love rocket flying
me where I've never been ♪

♪ Love rocket, take me
so high I'm givin' in ♪

♪ Love rocket, don't
ever want to come down ♪

♪ Being with him I get completely undone ♪

♪ I'll tie you up and throw you down ♪

♪ Until you say you've had enough ♪

- Amazing isn't she?

- Yeah, she is.

- You in love with her yet?

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Happens to every guy who gets near her.

- I'm not every guy.

- Shanna's had a tough life.

Her father used her, Deangelo used her,

even Bobby used her.

- I just keep wondering if
there's somebody real inside.

- There is, you just have to
watch out until you find her.

- Thanks for the warning.

- The fact is, Eddie made us.

Now he wants to collect back.

Is that so wrong?

- No, what's wrong is,
he's the same kind of scum

I've been trying to get away
from since the day I was born.

- Yeah, well that scum
bought us this big expensive

house you like so much.

He even bought these
designer rags you're wearing.

- Bullshit, Bobby.

I bought this stuff,

with my body, and with my voice.

He doesn't own me, and neither do you.

This isn't your affair.

- I'm making it mine.

- This is a family matter,

and you're not family.

- I'll be in my truck.

- You better get your
head straightened out,

because I'm not gonna put
up with this bullshit.

- Oh yeah?

Well the front door will be
locked when you get back.

(car starting)

(tires squealing)

There's something you should
know about Bobby and I.

We've been lovers off and
on for about eight years.

- That give him the right to hit you?

- He took me away from my father.

Maybe saved my life.

- So why'd you come out here?

- I'm inviting you back in.

- I'll pass.

- You are a real gump.

- I just need a little bit more time.

The big problem is, this
guy Dillon she hired.

The son of a bitch.

Eddie, she would have already signed

except for that fuckin'
detective sticking his nose in.

- Bobby, relax.

This pacing back and forth,
you're giving me indigestion,

all right sit down.

Now look,

you need another 24 hours, you got it.

But remember, I stand to
lose two million dollars

that I invested in her.

My people aren't gonna like that.

All right?

- I can convince her Eddie.

- I hope so Bobby, I hope so,

for both our sakes.

That bitch isn't gonna sign.

Call Jeremy,

tell him to set a hit.

- Just the woman?

- No.

No, I want Dillon too.

And Dino,

tell 'em I want her ring finger.

No guns.

It should look like the psycho did it.

(ominous orchestral music)

- All right, now Lynn, you take three

and go in through the front.

John, you take two and
go in through the back.

Now you kill everybody in the house.

- Remember, quick and clean,

and don't forget the trophy.

- Wait here.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Shanna!

- What the hell was that?

- I don't know, let's get out of here.

- Are you okay?

- Yes.

- Call the police.

- Is Barbara okay?

- She's fine.

Just make the call.

(siren in the distance)

(dispatcher on police radio)

- Sergeant, tell forensics I need a report

as soon as they can get it to me, okay?

- Yes sir.

- That's quite a mess.

She's getting to be awfully popular.

Did you recognize any of them?

- No, but they were pros.

- Any idea who did it?

- Yeah, but I can't prove it.

- Who killed the three in the back?

- What?

- That's another thing.

Sweet was here.

He took out the three.

- Why?

- He's protecting Shanna,

saving her for something.

- I'm gonna park a car here,
just in case he comes back.

But you'd better find
another place to keep them.

- We'll stay at my place.

- That's trouble.

(smacking)

- I borrowed a shirt.

- I noticed.

It never looked that good on me.

(doorbell ringing)

That must be Will.

Morning Will.

- Morning.

Hi.

- I've gotta go.

- Go where?

- We're checking out some leads on Sweet.

- There's two plain-clothes officers

parked in a white car across the street.

- Look, just lock the door after we leave.

You and Barbara stay
until I get back, okay?

- I called, Zolan's at the warehouse.

I didn't notice the boyfriend
at your house last night.

- He stayed at a hotel.

He and the girl are fighting.

(tires screeching)
- Ignorant pinhead.

- Glad to see you've become
a low-stress driver, Will.

- With that babe at your
house, you should talk.

- Anything new on Sweet?

- Yeah, I ran him
through the FBI computer.

His father's from Weisbaden, Germany.

He lived there till he was 10,

then he came here to live with his mom.

When he was 12, his mother
was raped and killed

in front of him.

He killed the rapist with his own knife.

- Did the rapist cut off the ring finger?

- Yeah.

He joined the special
forces when he was 18,

martial arts expert.

Then he disappeared for 10 years.

He resurfaced most recently in Angola.

- Mercenary.

- Yeah.

He was arrested in Angola in conjunction

with a murder of a prostitute.

Her ring finger was severed.

He was released for lack of evidence.

- And now he wants Shanna.

- It's not just another
case to you, is it?

- No.

- In here.

- Who the hell are you?

Get out of my office now,
or I'll call the police.

- I am the police.

- Then I'll call my lawyer.

- We don't have time for that.

- We want Sweet.

- I don't have to tell you nothing.

Don't touch that, that's pre-Colombian.

- Look, Sweet killed your
brother and four bodyguards

two nights ago, why?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- It's nice.

- Looks priceless.

- Oh no.

- It is now.

- Sweet'll kill me if I tell you anything.

Please, no, no.

Rafael hired him to
lead a revolt on Angola.

And everything blew up
when the Cubans stepped in.

And Rafael withdrew his support.

- And left Sweet and his
friends holding the bag.

- So Sweet came back to
America to find Rafael.

- And to kill women.

- Sweet's address, now.

- All right, all right.
- Now.

- It's Sweet's best friend.

It's a guy named Rene.

And if anybody can find him, he will.

Here.

Oh no, no, no no, I
paid a thousand dollars.

- Have a nice day.

♪ I'll never let you get away ♪

♪ I don't care what people say ♪

♪ Your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go of you ♪

(eerie orchestral music)

- When I heard this song,

I knew it was you, Mother.

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I'd find ♪

♪ That your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go of you ♪

♪ Don't you know that your love ♪

- Oh Johnny, baby.

Mommy just loves you.

You're such a dear.

You're gonna be my little honey.

I'm gonna make you be,

my little husband.

(knocking on door)

- Who is it?

- Sweet's friend.

- Piss off.

- Where's John Sweet?

- Get out.

- I'm gonna leave now, because I hate

to see people bleed unnecessarily.

- Where?

- Eat shit and die.

- Where does he live?

- You're crazy man.

- Tell me where he lives,

or learn how to fly.

- He's at the Mars Hotel,
Fifth and Bennington, room 408.

- Hand me your cuffs.

- Hey,

I told you you should have told him.

Come on.

- We're gonna get your ass.

- You're off to a hell of a good start.

- [Rene] Sweet's gonna kill you.

- He's welcome to try.

- [Woman] Hey boys.

♪ I didn't know the time or place ♪

♪ But I knew someday I might ♪

(woman groaning)

- No John, no.

(tense orchestral music)

- [Woman] Oh no, no please.

- What are you packin'?

Elephant gun.

- This guy scares me, Jack.

- Me too.

- How do you want to handle this?

- Front door, fire escape.

Take your pick.

- I'll take the front door.

Just like old times, huh?

- Just watch your ass.

- You watch it for me.

- We've got three minutes, get set.

(dramatic electronic music)

♪ Your touch ♪

- Police, open up.

- Will, watch yourself.

- Jack!

- Will!

(somber piano music)

- Son of a bitch.

- I'm sorry Jack.

Are you gonna be okay?

Is there anything else you can tell us?

- No.

- Look, we can't find his badge.

It looks like the guy took it.

Why don't you go home, and we'll call you.

- What's wrong?

Hey.

- I got Will Sturges
killed this afternoon.

- Who did it?

- Sweet.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Just leave me alone.

- Jeremy, Jimmy.

I hire you guys because

you're supposed to be the best.

End up with six dead,

and the bitch and Dillon
are still breathing.

- Well, no excuses Mister Deangelo,

but Dillon broke lucky.

He was out in his car
and got in behind us.

It was a fluke.

- Fluke, my ass.

You stupid son of a bitch.

Now I want her dead,

before 10 o'clock tonight.

You capiche?

- You leave it to us, Mister Deangelo.

We'll handle it personal this time.

- That's good, that's good,

because if you don't,

I am gonna take a gun,
shove it up your ass,

and blow your brains out.

Wipe that silly smile right off your face.

Now,

you call me,

as soon as it's done, okay?

I don't trust those two.

Phone.

I think it's time for some insurance.

Rosie, Eddie,

I need a specialist.

♪ Your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go again ♪

♪ Darlin' don't you know
that your love is my love ♪

♪ I'll never let go ♪
- That song.

- What about it?

- Is it one of yours?

- It's my cut of an old
60's tune called My Love.

- It was playing at Sweet's house,

this afternoon when he killed Will.

- So what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna take him out.

We've gotta get to the studio.

Where's Barbara?

- She went to San Francisco.

She promised she'd drive straight through.

- How long ago did she leave?

- About a half an hour after you got here.

(eerie piano music)

- What do you want?

(screaming)

- Okay people, that's a wrap.

Eddie wants us out of here early.

Call time tomorrow, eight o'clock.

- Look Dillon, you did good last night.

Hey look, you don't like me,
I don't like you, whatever.

You gotta understand how the
vibe is with me and Shanna.

See she, she likes all that rough stuff.

Sure, I get mad and smack
her around once in a while,

but that's her thing.

It really makes it hot,
you know what I mean?

- If you lay hands on her again,

I'm gonna break 'em off and
ram 'em down your throat.

You vibe that?

- We gotta talk.

- Can't it wait?

- Now.

- Where are you going?

- Let's split.

- What happened?

- Bobby still wants me
to sign with Deangelo.

He says I should do it now,

before I blow our chance.

(tires squealing)

What's wrong?

- Trouble.

Fasten your seat belt.

Stay down.

Come on.

- All right boys, let's make sure.

- Eddie sends his love.

(guns firing)

- Shit, there they are.

Go, go, let's go.

- This way here.

- John, circle around.

(tense electronic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Do you know how to use this?

- Dad was a cop, remember?

- Wait here.

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

- You son of a bitch!

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

- You need to have a high-powered manager

to get you where you want to go.

Gentlemen, a toast,

to Frank Ellis here for
arriving on such short notice,

and to the best dead
singer in the whole world.

(banging)

What the fuck is that?

- Come on, come on.

- You got past Jeremy and his friends.

Very impressive.

I'd like you to meet Frank Ellis.

- You fight well.

- You were a great champion.

I saw you fight in New York City once.

What are you doing with this scum?

- I'll give you one chance to leave.

- What the hell?

We had a deal.

- Hey I do this my way.

Go home.

This goes all the way.

(gun firing)

- You already made one
mistake tonight, Eddie.

Don't make another.

Second mistake.

We shouldn't be here.

- This is home, I need
to be home right now.

- Okay, wait right here.

All right, come on.

- Bobby and I are finished.

- Don't play games with me now.

- Bobby and I are finished.

(romantic jazz music)

- [Eddie] Shanna?

Shanna?

- Oh you broke his nose.

- He was trying to break mine.

- What are you trying to do, kill him?

That's what you like to do, isn't it?

Kill people?

- Here, you'd better keep this.

(car starting)

- I didn't know about Deangelo.

(doorbell ringing)

- It's okay, it's okay Bobby.

I'll talk to him.

Look Dillon, we got--

Oh God please, help.

- I'm home, mama.

(sinister orchestral music)

(car starting)

(tires squealing)

(knocking on door)

- What?

- Are you sure he's coming?

- Well he's my best man, he'll come.

Your sure nobody saw her.

- No.

They think this is just
about getting Dillon

for what he did to them back at the bar.

- I'll be down in a minute.

Put it on.

Mother, your maid of honor.

(screaming)

- Where's Sweet?

- Upstairs.

- You know he's a killer.

- Hell man, we're all killers.

- He's gonna butcher the girl.

- We're gonna butcher you.

- Come on man!

- I love you mother.

I knew they wouldn't stop you.

If you want her, take her.

Time to die.

- [Shanna] Kill him.

- It's over.

You can go home now.

- I don't have a home, now.

- Carrie, wait.

(romantic piano music)

- I don't know, Dillon.

- I don't know either.

Let's get out of here.

(upbeat jazz music)