Hollywood Flies (2005) - full transcript

[ambient music]

[tires screeching]

Will passenger Bolden
please report to gate 12?

Passenger Bolden,
please report to Gate 12.

I'm looking for my sister,
long brown hair...

- Ah, that her? Over there.
- Yeah, right.

Flight 426 from Boston.

Baggage maybe picked up
at carousel three.

Hey!

Martina

[laughing]



[upbeat music]

Hey!

Are you into dykes?
Don't you have a girlfriend?

Not right now.
I am in state of flux.

Flux!

Is that another way to say
"I'm confused"?

[hooting]

Martina, slow down!

The cops are everywhere,
and they're trigger-happy!
We're not in Italy.

Yoo Hoo!

- Martina?
- Yeah.

Are you sure
we are going the right way?

Yes of course.

Excuse me?
Is this the right way to Baker?



Yeah!
Actually can you give us a ride?
Our car broke down.

Yeah, we can show you the way,
though it's not well marked.

You don't want to spend
the whole night out here, right?

Please?

Okay! Come on, get in.

Cool!

Thank you so much,
we were getting desperate.

So, where are you two going?

More like,
where are you going?

[police radio]

[flies buzzing]

Sir, Mr Zack is waiting for you,
in the theater.

[show band music]

Okay! That's it. Cut!
Thank you ladies!

Don't worry about it.

My father said
you were the best.

Well, he was a wise man!

What do you know about me?

I heard you managed
to mismanage
your father's clubs.

[shouting] Shut up!

Word is,
you're a spoilt,
rich little asshole.

That is 'til you totaled
your Maserati.

Now you're an angry,
rich little asshole.

Man, I was starting to like you.

Have I left anything out?

What's that?

Morphine!

Ulcers?

I wish.

Jules!

I need you to find me a person.
A girl.

Her real name is Sharon Jackson,

but she likes to call herself
Cherie.

She thinks it sounds classy.

Her parents were dirt farmers.

I made her a star!
I gave her everything.

Everything white trash like her
could dream of.

I'll pay you a hundred grand.

I don't want her hurt.

She means that much to you?

She's different than
the other girls.

It's hard to explain.

So, why's this beauty
flown away?

I don't know.

She'll see she needs me!

She's just a little girl.

Helpless.

Room 233.

Thank you.

[solemn music]

So, what do you guys do?

- Um, we work in movies.
- Are you actors?

Well almost, we're stuntmen.

Yeah,
we do all the dangerous stuff.

You know like the shoot outs,
the explosives, the robberies.

- Wow!
- You name it we do it, honey.

That's where we are going
tomorrow.

Let's find a motel,
and get an early night.

So, where are you going?

You must be going somewhere.

Yeah, we're going somewhere.

As long as there's good liquor,

nice women with nice tits,
like you.

Um, actually, you know,

we'd be grateful
if you could just drop us off
at the next motel.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?
- I've got a job for you, Phil.

Usual five grand,
if you can find me a baby doll.

Close the door on your way out.

Where?

Where do people go
when they escape from Vegas?

L.A. Home of the homeless.

Impossible!

Like trying to find a needle
in a haystack.

I gotta figure if she spent
most of last night worrying,

'cos she got sleepy
just outside the city limits.

I've no cars available.

I see!
Would another two thou help?

Maybe three thousand?

Alright.

But your boy's gotta find her
for me tonight.

She's driving a BMW.
Vegas plates, SNAKE 7.

[ominous sound]

[solemn music resumes]

Here's your key...
and that's yours.

[cicadas chirping]

Ciao man!
Arrivederci Roma
and all that... crap.

Yeah! Hey man,

I'm sure you'll find someone
who'll take you somewhere!

Thank you so much for the ride.
It really helped out a lot.

[buzzing]

[laughing]

No, see I did that on purpose,
I'm good like that.

OK! [laughing]

Bye!

Bye.

Shaun wait up!

[soft background music]

Dad.

I promised that I call
and tell him--

Six months after Ma dies,
he goes and marries a girl

who's only five years older
than you.

But, he couldn't wait?

And you,

you act
like you don't even miss him!

I was going crazy!

[whistling]

The latest on the casino robbery
in Las Vegas earlier today,

a security camera...

Are you listening to this?

Holy shit, they're on to us!

Three million dollars.
Both white males.

One younger in his twenties,
the other is a man- -

You hear that? We're both fucked!

The suspects killed
a Death Valley Park Ranger.

You ruined everything!

What did you want me to do?
He was on to us.

That didn't mean
you had to fucking kill him!

Get fucked!

… was used earlier
in the robbery.

Tonight, all interstates
are being tied up,

with road checks.

You get off on this shit,
don't you?

Greatest high ever, man!

Hey, don't worry!
Fucking poofta!

I'll save your ass, I always do!

Come on give me a cuddle!

Fuck!

[police radio]

Lieutenant,
I've located the BMW.

- Where?
- In Baker.

[police radio static]

[ominous music]

Come on!
You always get the jitters man.

[slow music]

No!

Okay.

[distant police siren]

[cicadas chirping]

[distant police siren]

All those sirens!

Sounds like a war zone.

Is it always like this?

More or less!

- Hi!
- Hi!

You're not from round here,
are you?

No, I live in Bari. In Italy.

- Oh! Italy!
- Yeah.

I'm on a vacation
with my brother.

He lives here,
I mean in the States.

You know,
I'd love to travel to Italy.

Yeah.

I've never been outside
the States.

- No?
- Uh- huh.

Maybe you can go sometime.

- Yeah. Well, maybe.
- Yeah.

Maybe...

I never really had the chance
to travel.

A lot of money

Anyway... good night.

Have a nice vacation. Okay?

Thank you. Good night!

[gasping]

- Sorry!
- It's you.

Oh, you scared me!

Listen, we're leaving,
and I wanted to say

thanks for everything,
for the ride and all that.

I wish you well.

Wait!

I'm glad you came.

I just wanted to say... um,
that um....

I honestly wish you luck
with everything...

It was really nice to meet you.

And um...

That um...

And I...

[muffled scream]

[sinister music]

Grab her legs man,
she's strong as a fucking ox!

Easy huh?

[door squeaking]

[rock music]

Park the rented car there!

[tires squealing]

[rock music]

- Don't worry honey!
- No!

It's going to make you high
for a couple of hours.

No please!

Stop struggling!

You want a broken needle
in your arm?

No! No...

[police radio]

Hurry up man.
These cops
are making me nervous.

No, please no.

Are you crazy?

The cops are going to see me!

She's right.

Shit!

You try anything stupid,

and I'll blow that fucking head
of yours off!

Now get in the front!

Move!

[mellow music]

Just don't say a word.

- Yeah, 212 to control...
- Go ahead 212.

- We're going to be 1017.
- Copy 212.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Morning folks!
Just a spot check.

Sorry to trouble you.

Sir, open the trunk please.

What's the trouble officer?

Just looking for a couple
of suspects.

[police radio in background]

Can you open the bag?

Just some roller blades.

Is that it?

[trunk slams shut]

- Anything else?
- You're free to go, Sir.

Well, you folks have a good day
and stay out of trouble.

- We will.
- Thank you.

OK guys! Let's... Party!

We should probably wait
'til we get there.

No man...

Let's do like
the eye- tai bastards.

Let's live life now!

You know... Pronto! Prego!
Ti amo! Spaghetti- o!

Are you having fun? Huh?

You know sweetheart...

[gasping]

Hey, don't hurt her!

Fucking drive!

[sinister music]

[phone ringing]

[phone still ringing]

- Hello?
- Bongiorno sleepyhead.

Looks like she's got
all the brains

and all the balls
in your family.

I don't get it!
What do you mean?

We have your sister!

You... do what we...
fucking tell ya!

- Understand?
- Yeah, I understand.

There's a car
in your parking spot.

A blue VW.

You drive straight
to Los Angeles.

Go through the desert.
Joshua Tree! Like the U2 album.

Just please don't hurt her,
okay?

I'll do whatever you want.

Okay, listen carefully duwop.

There's a green bag
in the closet.

The keys are in the car.

Put the green bag
on the backseat.

Not in the trunk.

We don't want people thinking
you are hiding something.

When you get to L.A.

you give us the bag,
we give you your sister.

How am I going to find you?

Stop thinking!
Start fucking moving!

We'll call ya.

[dead signal]

[solemn music]

[muffled gunshot]
[gasping]

[muffled gunshot]

[muffled gunshot]

[gasping]

[tense music]

[music accelerates]

- Let's go!
- What are you doing?

Please drive,
he wants to kill me!

A hit man, he has a gun,
he wants to kill me!

Please... please drive!

Please drive!
He wants to kill me!

[wheels squealing]

[gun clicking]

Thank you.

I think you saved my life.

Look you're safe now,
he didn't follow you.

Maybe you can find someone
to give you a lift?

I have a lift.

I'm sorry,
this is not a good time.

I'm going to pull over,
and let you out, okay?

Oh, I get it!

You think I'm dangerous,
because someone with a gun

was trying to kill me.

Hey?

Well look at me!

Do I look like I'm armed?

Look, I'm in a jam.

If you leave me
at the side of the road,
he will find me.

Alright.

I knew you're nice!

Just like your sister.

How do you know my sister?

Last night!

We went back at the pool,
at the motel.

Where is she?

I'm going to meet up
with her later.

[solemn music resumes]

There she is!

Oh, shoot! Ow!

I grew up in L.A.
and I always dreamt

of becoming famous, you know?

We started dancing topless
at a club in L.A.

It's a really cool place!
The Snakebite.

Haven't you heard of it?

- The Snakebite?
- Oh, you should go some time,
it'll blow your mind.

Hey what are you doing?

Just getting some undies.

I left the hotel
in such a darn hurry...

Whoa! I haven't dressed. Ha!

[laughing]

[sighing]

You know...
when we get back to L.A.

I'm going to make it up to you!

Oh yeah?

How do you know
we are going to L.A.?

Female intuition.

- Is that right?
- I don't know.

Everyone goes to L.A.

[truck honking]

[screaming]

[panting]

By the way, my name's Cherie.

Luca.

Nice to meet you Cherie.

Oh my God!
Nobody pronounces it properly!

They say "Cherry" or "Sherry"
but you say it the right way.

The French way.

Say it again.

Please...

Cherie.

[laughing]

[tranquil music]

- I'm gotta tie you up now.
- No, save me, please.

- Okay, I'm sorry.
- Please!

- I'm not gonna be long.
- Please!

- Ow! Ow!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Not interrupting anything, am I?

Should be nice and... cozy!

[gloomy music]

Hey man!
You sure this place
is abandoned?

Relax man,
I risked my lungs here,
for two years.

Nice one Jamie!

This place is a fucking mess!

Do me a favor eh?

Clean it up!

- We're not gonna be here long.
- Nice.

Honey,
I have to go to the bathroom.

Thank you!

Well, don't you have to go too?
It's a long way to L.A.

Yeah, why not?

[light music]

I just wanted to thank you.

Hey!

Girl's bathroom out of order?

[sexy music]

[sighing]

Owwww!

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[gasping]

The mobile subscriber
you are trying to reach
is currently unavailable.

Please try again later.

No answer!

I can't get through!
I'm going to kill this fucker!

Oww!

No! [gasping]

Stop!

You gonna wish
you hadn't done that,
you bitch!

Listen!

If we lose her,
we lose the money!

[moaning]

Just calm down.

[glass smashing]

I'm just sick of you two!

[panting]

No!

Look,
I've gotta get to Los Angeles?

There's a bus a mile down.

Should be here in about...
half an hour.

Thank you.

[melancholy guitar]

[muffled crying]

[metal clanging]

[muffled pleading]

- What do you want?
- I need to pee... very badly.

Well there's no bathroom!
There's nothing here.

Then, do you suggest
that I pee here?

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I am hurting you.

I knew you were really
a good person.

No, I'm not.

Yeah.

Hey wait a second!

Wait up!

Wow!

There really is nothing!

It looks just like snow!

[ethereal music]

I'll stay here.

I... I can't,
I'm shy with you listening.

Okay...
I'll go a little further.

I should be used to it.

When we were little,
my brother and I,

used to go behind the pine trees
near the beach.

How did you get mixed up
with Shaun?

Oh, he's not such a bad guy.

Yeah... right!

I met him
a couple of years ago.

I...
I kinda got into some trouble,
you know.

Stole a car with a coupla guys,
and...

we had drugs on us and...

I was the one driving the car,
so they threw the book at me.

And you met Shaun in prison?

Yup.

If it weren't for him, you know,
I wouldn't have made it through.

[car approaching]

Did the Eyetai call?

No, but it's cool. He'll call.

If that little sod
runs off with our money,

I'm going to kill his sister.

Well, she's not gonna talk.

She's not going to talk?

Whatever happens man,
she's dead.

She knows too much.

[panting]

You untied her?

[sinister music]

You stupid burk!
Why did you untie her?

What's happening to you man?

I'm sorry... I fucked up.

It won't happen no more.

Get up there, and if you move,

I swear to God,
I'll break your goddamned arm!

Come on Jamie,
let's have some food.

- Sit there man.
- Thanks!

These fuckers are dry!

[melancholy music]

...departing from platform one.

Local service to San Diego
departing from--

[cellphone beeps]

[cellphone numbers beeping]

[distant police siren]

[cellphone rings]

- Hello?
- Where the fuck have you been?

My phone wasn't working,
and I just fixed it so...

What's that noise,
did you call the cops?

No, no, no. It's just that...

[police sirens]

There are so many cops!
I heard it wasn't possible
to drive into the city.

So, I'm still outside
of Los Angeles.

If you don't bring us our money,
I'll cut your sister's head off,
and enjoy every minute of it.

Look, how do I know
she's still alive?

Aah! Oh god! No!

She's alive at the moment,
asshole!

You have until midnight.

Yeah! Can I get the number
to the Snakebite club?

Thank you.

[whimsical music]

Cherie!

Cherie!

Wait! Stop!

Cherie! Wait! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

What is it? Oh my God!
What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.
- Unbelievable! Are you crazy?

- Beat it
- I'm sorry!

[distant police siren]

Oh! You fucking leeches!

The manager told me
the bank would stand by my loan!

I'll burn the place down,
if I give you a penny!

Oh my God!

Honey!

Oh my God it's all new!

What's up Janice?

If I don't pay them...

$15,000 in two days,
they're going to foreclose.

But nobody pays their rent
regularly.

- Oh...
- Is Mickey upstairs?

Honey, you deserve
so much better!

Yeah! Well you know me...
Ever hopeful.

Oh! Who am I to talk!

[laughing]

- Oh... Here.
- No, no. I'll take them.

Mickey?

Mickey! Ohh!

… when you were coming,
the place is a mess!

- Aren't you glad to see me?
- I don't know.

It took a long time to get over you
leaving like that,

you know what I mean?

Can I stay?

Are you planning on
staying long?

If you want me?

Okay! Let's take it one day
at a time, okay?

I'm not read much anymore.
I don't have a fucking agent...

No one's reading my scripts
unless they're submitted
by a fucking agent.

Guess what's in the green bag?

A million dollars?
The answer all my dreams?

Well, you're not far wrong,
for the first time in your life!

[chuckling]

We're rich Mickey!

- Rich!
- Jesus!

Now we can settle down,
like any Hollywood writer
and his wife.

You're a great actor,

and now,
you're a great screen writer.

You'll see!
It'll be different now.

Oh my God!

[sniffing]

[sexy music]

[cellphone ringing]

Zack it's me.

Sorry Halley.

This better be good news.

I'm with an old friend
of Cherie's.

The name Mickey Swan
ring a bell?

No!

Look, I'm coming to L.A.
tonight.

You can reach me
at the Snakebite.

I expect you to find her,
by the time I get there.

Jules! Call the airport!
Tell them to get the jet ready.

Then call Frank at the club,

When he needs some extra muscle,
that fucker can't get it done.

[police sirens]

[police radio despatcher
talking]

Give me my fucking money back!

[sexy music]

Wooh!

I'm sorry, excuse me!

Do you know where I can find
the manager?

Excuse me!

Hi!

I'm looking for a girl
who used to dance here.

She's blond,
she's really pretty.

Her name is Cherie.

- Get going, I'm busy.
- Wait!

Adios!

Please...
It's a matter of life or death.

It will be if you keep it up.

- No!
- Get lost!

No problem!

[sexy music resumes]

You want me to dance for you?

Okay!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
I need to ask you something.

You know a dancer called Cherie?

She used to work here,
a couple of years ago?

Hmm... Let me think.

At the moment I don't.

- Yeah I know Cherie.
- Do you know where she lives?

There's an old boyfriend,
Mickey Swan.

He was an actor.

I don't know
what he's doing now.

Do you know where he lives?

They live at Tropic Apartments,
somewhere in Hollywood.

Thanks!
You're a really nice girl.

Ah! Leave me alone!

[rock guitar music]

[breaking glass]

Hey!
D'you want to dance senorita?

Come on! You keep saying
you want me to chill out!

Help me chill out, huh?

[grunts]

[music gains momentum]

Yes!

[cicadas chirping]

Come on then!

Aah!

Ow!

Come on, come on!
We just started!

There's broken glass
on the floor!

No! Look, it's gone.

Come on, come on.

Let's go!

[groaning]

[yelping]

You know why I like you?

Because you are as wild as--

Come on,
put your feet on mine.

No!

Here we go sweetheart. Sssh!

[crying]

Please! Leave me alone.

Please...

Come on! You know you like it!

- No! no!
- Now let's have some fun!

No!

[crying]

- No!
- Aah! Tough guy!

Got you good, huh?

Go ahead you fucking faggot,
show the lady how tough you are!

Go ahead.

You want to be afraid
for the rest of your life?

Soon, we're going to be rich!

[phone rings]

And you owe it all to me...

Don't ever... ever, forget it.

The latest update
on the casino robbery

and shooting
of a Death Valley Park Ranger.

Listen!

The suspects
have been identified,
from finger prints,

found in the car,
they left at the scene.

They're Shaun Michael Durliss,
37...

A serial offender
and convicted rapist,

and Jamie Boyd,
a small time crook and conman.

Durliss has a distinctive tattoo
on his wrist!

Both of them--

- Owww!
- You didn't listen.

So, why are you looking
for Cherie?

Because, she is my cousin.

I just got to town,
and I lost her number.

Cherie doesn't have
any Italian cousins.

[ominous music]

Okay! Alright,
I'll tell you the truth.

I met her at a motel,
in the desert and..

She asked me for a lift.

And she makes me...
She threw my phone
in the toilet.

She took my car! I swear to God.

Did you fuck her?

No.

Ow! [groaning]

Please... [gasping]

Did you fuck her?

I said no!

[grunting]

Please... Please,
I swear to God,
I am telling you the truth.

My sister's going to die
if I don't--

[police sirens]

[gloomy music]

Then after Copacabana...
we go to Tahiti.

You'll forget about
that Italian whore.

Wait 'till you taste
Tahiti pussy, man!

That's kinda fucking pipe-dream.

I mean we might be able
to get across the border
into Mexico,

but... you can fucking forget
about Brazil or Tahiti.

Cops got us pegged.

We can go to Cancun...

Buy a boat...

and get the hell
out of this country
for fucking ever, man.

What's England like?

Okay if you like tea and rain!

Did I ever tell you,
my old man
used to beat the crap out of me?

'Till me ma got smart,
and took me back to England.

Fucking asshole!

Only thing he gave me was
backhanders,

his stinking name.

[cellphone ringing]

[cellphone ringing]

Pick up the phone.

[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

Isn't your sister's life
worth more
than three million dollars?

How much?

- Who is this?
- I'm a friend of Luca's.

May I speak to him please?

No, no, he's not here.
He told me to talk to you.

- Put him on the goddam phone.
- It's for you.

Hello? Owww!

Dude, where's our money?

Look, it's safe,
but I can't get it right now.

You left the money somewhere?

Your sister's fucking dead!

I told you it's safe, okay?
It's just...

I have to go get it.

Listen to me!

I am not as reasonable as him.

And I don't know how much longer
I can keep him
from fucking killing her.

Look,

if he hurts my sister,
he's never going to see
that money.

Tell your crazy friend that...

[call ended signal]

So...

What's this
about three million bucks?

You said the Man's Chinese?

Yeah! The guy's going to meet me
out front.

Fuck!

Fuck!

[gun firing]

[dog barking]

[gun firing]

Fuck!

[police sirens]

[panting]

He ran that way!
The bugger tried to rob me!

- What?
- He jumped in my car,

he pulled a gun,
when I resisted,
the fucker almost shot me!

[helicopters overhead]

[police siren]

[helicopter overhead]

Hollywood!

[haunting piano music]

All clear!

[piano music resumes]

[panting]

[cicadas chirping]

Jamie... Please... my feet hurt!

I'm afraid
they are getting infected.

- Ah!
- Sorry!

I hate this country!

Ah! [gasping]

Don't judge this country
by assholes like us.

There's a lot
of good people here.

[somber music]

Did you kill that man?

No! Shaun did.

Ow!

You know I've been a grafter
since as long as I can remember.

Pretty much all I know.

You know,
if I get out of this mess...

I swear things
are gonna be different.

I'm sorry Martina...

For everything.

What is it?

Oh! My father gave it to me.

It's the only thing
I ever really got from him,
you know?

You know you're pretty tough.

Also my brothers say so...

Because... when my mother died,
I couldn't cry.

At her funeral...
Everyone was sobbing...

even people,
who didn't know her that well.

But I couldn't cry.

Because Martina...
is always the tough one!

Martina can take it.

Martina...

doesn't need... anybody.

[wistful piano music]

It's okay.

[crying]

[distant police sirens]

[disco music]

[cue balls knocking]

Sam?

I hear you know everyone
in town.

Ever encountered a guy
named Mickey Swan?

[slow guitar chords]

Ow!

[chuckle]

Ciao.

[yawning]

[door banging]

I knew you were fucking her!

Now it's my turn.

- Take off your pants.
- [shouting] No!

- [shouting] Get 'em off!
- No!

[crying]

- No!
- Come on!

Take 'em off for me Baby!

[groaning]

[yelling]
[gunshot]

[yelling]

[metal crashing]

[eerie music]

[both grunting]

[gunshot]

You stupid wanker!

I can't believe you'd die
for that bitch!

It's no good Shaun.

Ever since
we killed that Ranger.

It's always been over for us.

[wind whistling]

[car hooting]

Now, I'm worried about the key.

- Could anyone use it?
- No!

Not without your signature
and your ID.

And your key has to be used
with the bank's key
to open the box.

We guarantee you,
the utmost privacy.

[grunting]

It's my first day on the job,

and I'm going to take care
of it.

[panting]

[ominous music]

[distant police siren]

Where were you?

I'm leaving.

The hell you are!

Where's the fucking money?

It's in a safety deposit box
at the bank.

Where's the key, in here?

Good! My bank.

Ahh!

Ahh!

[groaning]

You want it? You got it!

Ow!

How did you find me?

Never mind that,
where's the money?

I put it somewhere safe.

That money... wasn't mine,

It belongs
to a couple of criminals
who have my sister.

You said your sister
was in Los Angeles.

I made that up!
I didn't know you!

I didn't know how much
I could tell you...

And as it turns out,
I was right not to trust you!

What really happened?

It's a long story.
All that matters now,

is that if they don't get
the money
they're going kill her!

- Good bye!
- I have to go with you!

Huh! Did you think
I was going to hit you?

You need the key
and my signature.

I have to go with you Luca.

Let's go! Hurry!

Wait!

Who was that?

[banging]
[yelling]

Run!

Oh! Hey, watch it!

- Oh, oh!
- Sorry!

Shit!

Come on Luca!

Miss, Miss!
Could you open the door please?

Could you open the door?
Shit!

[groaning]

[ethereal music]

[train klaxon sounding]

[panting]

Oh God! This looks horrible!

Ow! [groans]

Who the fuck are you,
and what are you doing here?

Where'd she go?

Who?

Your girlfriend.

I got a lot of girlfriends pal.

[groaning]

Look... Pal...

I don't like it,

but I'm going to have to beat
the shit out of you
until you tell me where she is.

I got your call!
I hope everything's alright?

Come with me, right this way.

Okay, thank you.

Can I help you sir?

No I'm just... ah...

I'm sorry,
this area's for clients only.

The key?

Okay.

[door buzzing]

[distant police sirens]

[ominous music]

[cellphone ringing]

- Hello?
- Luca!

Martina!

Martina!

Martina!

Oh no!

[train klaxon sounding]

Got you!

[train klaxon sounding]

[wheels squealing]

Get over here!
Get in the back of the car!

Get in the car!

Get in the back of the car,
or I'll fucking shoot you!

[train brakes squealing]

Get in here, in the back seat!

Come on, jump!

Get in the car!

Get over here!

Come here!

Ahh... Fuck!

[train klaxon sounds]

[panting]

[ominous music]

[yelling]

Get under here!

- No, please!
- No more guns!

Where's your fucking brother?

L.A. At the HB Bank,
in Hollywood.

Get in!

Pleat wait, wait!

[panting]

What about Jamie?

Martina's safe! I spoke to her.

What happened?

I don't know.
She got away from them somehow.

Oh, thank God!

Luca, it's over.
Your sister's safe now.

[somber music]

It's so beautiful...
what you and your sister have.

I know I'll never have that.

[car tires screeching]

I told Martina I'd wait for her
in front of the Bank.

Better get down there.

- Wait for us in the car?
- Yeah.

[distant police siren]

- Where's my money?
- Where's my sister?

In the trunk.
Now where's my fucking money?

It's in the parkade, okay?
Let me see my sister.

[knocking]

- [muffled] Luca!
- Martina!

Come on!

[muffled] Luca!

[tires screeching]

I hope this money's here,
I'm telling you!

So where's the money?

[tires screeching]

Do you play games?
Get out!

Get out!

Get in! [shouting] Get here!

No, please...

[muffled] Please open the trunk.

Please... Luca!

Get in!

- Run!
- No!

Funny boy! Hey?

- Wanna be funny with me! Hey?
- No!

Wanna be funny with me?.

- Please don't!
- Fuck off!

- You wanna play games!
- No please don't.

Okay! Up!

Get up! In the trunk!

- Please! Please no....
- Shut up!

[crying] No...

No... please... por favor...
No!

Please!
Please... no! No! Please!

- No, no, no... Please! No!
- Please...

[gunshot]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[sinister music]

[elevator bell rings]

Don't be afraid Cherie.
I forgive you.

You... forgive me?

Fuck you Zack!

Such vocabulary!

You don't have to use words
like that!
Not a classy dame like you!

Come on, we're going home.

I'd rather die!

My job is finished here,
and if you don't mind...

Shut up boy!

Come on doll...
There's a show waiting for you.

And the show must go on!

Did you hear her?
She doesn't want to go with you.

This is none of your business!

This is between me...
and Sharon...

Let me go Zack.

- No!
[gunshot]
- Ahh!

- Oh!
- [screaming] Oh my God!

Last chance!
[gunshots]

Luca!

[groaning]

[Martina groaning]

Martina?

Martina! Martina! No!

[soulful music]

Goodbye Luca.

[seagulls crying]

[chuckle]

[upbeat music]

[joyful music]