In the Red (1999) - full transcript

Dymo, a respected man-about-town, is the charismatic gang leader. His headstrong, unpredictable lover, Carli, has a penchant for magnums and fur. This is a pair that believes if you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space. Together they take on rival gang leader Jack Hand - and the local law enforcers, Blondine Dimaggio, a cop who has seen too much, and her partner Peter Dasha, whos police badge has an axe-like impact... in his own mind! It's the quick or the dead in a city where only the fast survive. The chosen form of transport is the new breed of turbo charged 2 litre all wheel drive technowiz rocket ships from the land of the rising sun. The gangs are taking over the streets in a high performance wizardry war-on-wheels that exists between those that were and the new nitrous injected generation - it's gonna be hell on wheels!

(upbeat techno music)

(glass shatters)

(explosion blasts)

(woman moans)
(whip cracks)

(explosion blasts)

(breaks squeal)
(engines whir)

(explosion blasts)
(glass shatters)

(horn blares)

(tires screech)

(explosion blasts)
(glass shatters)

(engine whirs)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(camera shutter clicks)

(siren blares)

(phone rings)

(elevator bell dings)

(car lock beeps)

(engine whirs)

(upbeat music)

(Dymo laughs)

(phone dials)

- Hey, sweetie.

15 minutes.


(rock music)

- Piece of plastic pus.

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

- A pack of Merda, thanks.

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

- No, no, no, no.

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

(gunshots blare)

- No!


- Carli, get back in the house!

- (grunts) You fucking low
lives shooting my Dymo!

Fuck you!

You fucking hear me?

Fuck you!

(engine revs)
(tires squeal)

(phone rings)

- [Man] Sorry, boss.

I missed him.

- Sweetheart, are you okay?

- Yeah.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, baby.

Here's some money.

Where did you get this?

(Carli laughs)

You are (mumbles).


(siren blares)

- Take a seat, Mr. Hand.

- You watch it.

- Okay.

- Welcome, Mr. Hand.

I'm Detective Blondine
Dimaggio, and this here is my--

- I know who this idiot is.

- Now I have to say, this
is your lucky day, Mr. Hand.

It's Jack, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Today, you could change your life, Jack.

- What are you talking about?

- You know you're in cubic
shitloads up to your neck, Jack.

- I wanna talk to my lawyer.

- [Peter] Your what?

- [Jack] I wanna see my lawyer.

- [Peter] You wanna see your lawyer.

- Who?

(officer mumbles)

How do you know?

- You know, Jack, some
people are born lucky.

Others like yourself are living proof

that God hasn't got any quality control.

- Whoa, Jack, trying to move
up on the vermin scale, eh.

- [Jack] What?

- Looks like you and I
are after the same person,

only I'm not sending out idiots
to try and shoot him for me.

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

- Jack, I've just heard a report

from one of my surveillance
teams that your messenger

just went clay pigeon shooting
and didn't even get a score.

- Well, scumbag, we've
got you by the balls.

So before you go off
screaming for your lawyer,

as much as it goes against my
grain, I suggest you listen

to what Blondine here has to say to you.

From where you stand,

this is the best chance you're gonna get.

- Jack, there are three
ways we can do this.

One, we have enough evidence

to charge you with dealing
and attempted murder.

Two, we could let Dymo know

who was behind the attempt
on his life and set you free.

Or three, you can do what we say,

and we'll let you walk at the end.

You see, Jack, you're just a
little fish in a murky pond.

And sometimes I use little
fish to catch bigger fish.

Jack, you're on my hook.

(Peter chuckles)

- Nice ass.

- You shut up.

(doorbell rings)
(upbeat music)

- [Zed] Hey, Carli.

- Zed.


- Sorry.

Great hair.

- They destroyed my car.



Yeah, well, whatever it takes.

I want him found.

Talk to you later.

Hi, Zed.

- How are you doing?

- Not bad.

- Got any clues?

- Not yet.

You heard anything?

- Hey, Zeddy, you want a drink?

- No, thanks, Carli.

Pauly's taking your car, mate.

We better go.

- Yeah, sure. (mumbles)


- Where's your flashy
little shit box, Dymo?

- We heard on the grapevine

you might wanna report an incident.

- What incident?

- Oh, I don't know.

What was it, Dash?

- Uh, alien invasion, I think.


No, actually, someone told
us that a martian came down,

saw your little car,
thought it was a spaceship

and zapped it with his ray gun.

- We thought we'd save you a
trip to the police station,

so we came here so you
could make a statement.

See, it's not true what they say about us.

We are caring individuals.

Aren't we, Dash?

- Oh, yeah, caring.

Care to watch your back, Dymo.

You know, it's a dangerous
game some people play.

- We all know when we
play games, someone wins

and someone loses.

- I don't play games.

I play for keeps.

- Oh, Dymo, you better
believe it, so do I.

So do I.

- Smug shit.

- Dash, just turn the car around.

I'll go have a chat with the young lady.

- [Peter] Right-o.

♪ Here we go again ♪

- So what the hell's going on?

- Wish I knew, mate.

Wish I knew.

I gotta give Tuan a call.

Do you mind?

(phone dials)

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- [Dymo] Tuan, Dymo.

- Ah, Dymo.

I was wondering when you would call.

I hear you have small trouble.

- You have more ears than
days in a year, Tuan.

- No, Dymo, only ears in
very important places.

- Yeah, well, I think we
should meet and drink some tea.

- Ah, tea.

That's a very good idea.

Tea resolves many ailments.

- Yeah, well, I'm driving to the city now.

It'll be about 45 minutes, I reckon.

- Look forward to it.

- See you then.

- What did he say?

- He reckons you can't drive for shit.

- Twist on this, man.

- No, seriously, Zed.

If it's got wheels, you'll
find a way of crashing it.

I remember that time

you drove the bloody bike into the river.

If it wasn't for Bobbi and Slay,

you'd still be lying down on the bottom.

- That was a new pushy too.

Geez, the old man was pissed off.

Merry Christmas, eh.

- Yeah, and who was it that roller bladed

into the side of a bus.

(Zed laughs)

That bus driver thought for
sure that he killed you.

I mean, he was standing
there just staring at you

in disbelief that you were still alive.

I thought you were dead.

Bloody poor bastard didn't even
realize he pissed his pants.

- Okay, man (mumbles).

- But you, Zed, are a
classic, man, bloody classic.


Yeah, get a hold of Slay
and get him to meet us

at the warehouse tonight at 7:30.

Okay, man, see you then.

♪ Here we go again ♪

- I'm gonna get an extra 50 horsepower

out of this straight up.

- So what you're saying is that
with the flick of a switch,

the nitrous is introduced into the fuel

at a greatly reduced temperature,

and that, in turn, allows
more fuel into the motor.

- Yeah.

More fuel--

- More power.

- That's right.

- So how long does a
bottle of nitrous last?

- Well, it depends.

See, the way I've got this set up,

it only comes into use
once you hit mid throttle.

And if you leave it on,

you get a minute and a
half out of the bottle.

And that's burning rubber,
my friend, burning rubber.

- Burning rubber.

Hey, Zed.

- How you doing, man?

- How you doing?

- How you going?

Where's your motor?

- Upstairs.

We need to talk.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

Uh-huh, okay.

- Anything?

- Zip.

- So what's going on?

- Someone took a hit at
Dymo, shot up his motor.

- Like who?

- [Zed] We don't know yet, Slay.

- Any word on the street?

- Nothing yet.

- Let's just say that somebody out there

is not happy with the
way we're doing business.

So when you're out there tonight,

just really watch your backs.

If you hear anything, anything,
you get straight back to me.


Hey, stay safe.

(engine whirs)

Those guys.

(rock music)

♪ When my brake goes down,
I seem to go insane ♪

♪ I'm seeing my life
through an oil spray ♪

♪ Cut the ground up with heated coal now ♪

♪ You'll find us every night ♪

♪ We drive the roads going nowhere ♪

- [Slay] G'day Shifty.

- Hey, Slay.

- How you doing, mate?

Tough job there, eh.

- Yeah, she (mumbles).

- How you going, Slay?

- Willy.

How are you?

- Not too bad, man.

- Listen, mate.

Someone took a hit at
Dymo earlier this evening.

You heard anything about it?

- You're kidding.

Who in their right mind would do that?

- I dunno.

But we'd sure appreciate it

if you keep your ear to the ground, huh.

- Yeah, sure.

No problem.

Just tell Dymo there's
no worries at this end.

- Yeah, I know.

A lot of water under the bridge, eh.

- Yeah, a lot of water, mate.

But after all these years,

I kinda like the look of your ugly head.

- Take it easy, man.


- Slay.

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

- [Bobbi] Very nice.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- Hey, Dymo, it's Jack Hand.

Yeah, I got an interesting
proposition I wanna run past you.

It might improve our business status,

if you know what I mean.

- I'm listening, Jack.

- Good.

Well, what say we meet
tonight at 11 at Decay, yeah?

- Okay, see you there.

(upbeat techno music)

Hey, Jack.

- How you doing, mate?

How's that Japanese piece
of shit you drive going?

- Yeah, all right, man.

(rock music)

- Hey, Sparky.

- Sly, Bobbi.

- What, are you looking for a
bit more grunt there, Sparks?

- How is that new nitrous
system of yours going?

- Mate, fantastic.

You should see the way this thing goes.

Blow your fucking doors off.

- Yeah?

Wait till you hear this thing run.

Okay, Pauly, kick her in the guts.

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

♪ Too much binge drinking of that wine ♪

♪ Listen now what I say to you ♪

♪ Listen now what I say to you ♪

♪ Listen now ♪

♪ I should have turned away ♪

- Christ, Sparky, it's a bit loud.

You reckon you'd hear your stereo?

- Yeah.

(mumbles) You young pricks
just don't get it, do you?

♪ I'll see you back here again tomorrow ♪

- Hey!

Tell Dymo I'll drop his wheels back later.

- See you, Sparky.

- [Jack] 10 Ks, Dymo.

- Who the hell has that sort of money.

I mean, it's the best part
of eight Million bucks.

- Out of towners, Kiwi bike gang.

I've done a bit of
business with them before,

but now they wanna buy in bulk.

Apparently, US customs has tied up

the South American route
tight as a fish's ass.

- And where do you fit
into this deal, Jack?

- Well, that's none of your business.

However, as a sign of good
faith, I got a little export deal

going with New Zealand, mineral water.

You know, that bottled
shit that kids drink.

Plus I do a bit of business

with their affiliated gangs in the city.

I got a good track record, Dymo.

(upbeat techno music)

(cat screeches)

(knocking on door)

- [Zed] Hey, Sniffs.

- Zed, come in.

- [Man] Oh!

- Huh, hi, Barbara.

- Hi, Sniffs.

We've gotta stop meeting like this.

- Come in, Zed.

Take a seat.

- Thanks, Sniffs.

(jazzy music)

- Hey, Zed, my old friend.

how are you, mate?

Can I get you a drink, a smoke?

What about one of these lovely girls?

- No, thanks, Gordo, just business.

- Business, yes.

Well, there's been a slight situation.

We had a bit of liquidity.

But hey, just tell Dymo that
business has been a bit slow

in the last couple of months.

Just all I need is a week
or two to get back on track.

- Listen, Gordo.

You know as well as I do
that's now how we operate.

No money, no merchandise.

- One fucking week.

One fucking week!

You tell Dymo I've got enough shit on him

to sink a ship anytime I want!

So one week's credit

certainly isn't gonna hurt
his precious fucking business!

I hear there's someone else in town

who doesn't quite like the way
he does business. (chuckles)

- I'll let him know how you feel, Gordo.

- You fucking do that.

(man and woman moan)

(upbeat techno music)

- So that's the setup

but the big question is can
you supply that much gear

on such short notice.

- That's not the question here, Jack.

(phone rings)


- [Dymo] Dymo, at the Slice of Heaven.

Gordo wants to put a check in the mail.

- Okay.

Get on to Bobbi, and get
him to pick me up at Decay.

See you soon.

Sorry, Jack, urgent business
to take care of, man.

- What, so you're in?

- I'll think about it, get back to you.

(upbeat techno music)

(alarm blares)
- Come on, hurry up!

15 seconds.

Come on, move it.

Every single phone here.

(man grunts)

Get me some jellybeans.

10, nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Let's go!

(siren blares)


Hang on.

(upbeat music)

- [Slay] G'day, Gordo!

- Guys, guys.

No. (screams)


Oh, no!

(sobs) Dymo.


- Gordo.

- Dymo.



(Gordo screams)

- [Man] Hey, Dymo.

- Thanks.

Is the storage full?

- Yeah, to the brim.

The last things in with the mobile phones.

- And how many laptops
from the night before?

- 27 laptops and three PCs.

But they're all English
version, no Chinese.

- Okay.

Not a bad week's work, really.

I suppose Sparky's not too
unhappy about his new stock.

Although if that's how
they turn up looking,

he wouldn't be too impressed.

- It's not my fault.

They just shouldn't let
some people drive at night.

- Okay, you guys better get out of here

before you give me a bad name.

- Hey, you give us a call with that order.

- As soon as I get the new list.

Talk to you then.

- Dymo, check it out.

I fitted a bigger turbo
and tweaked up your nitro.

It's running all right.

(tires screech)

- Sparky, if you were legal,
you'd still make a fortune.

- Legal?

Quit fuckin' joking.

Take all the fun out of life.

Let's go, Pauly.

(phone rings)

- [Man] Dash, it's for you, line three.

- Right-o.

Hello, Detective Peter Dasha.

Well, Jack, I suppose you better come

and get some supplies then, haven't you?

Jock, get the troops together
for a briefing, mate.

All right, you lot, listen up.

I said listen up.

We've got something pretty
big about to go down,

and I need you all to pay attention.

Now as you all know, Blondine
and I have been after this...

You all right?

- [Officer] Sorry.

- I'll start again.

Now as you all know,
Blondine and I have been

after this Dymo character and
his cronies for a long time.

As things have turned out,
we've had some inside knowledge.

We've been able to set up a deal

that's gonna go down tonight.

- You set it up, Dash?

- Yesiree.

In fact, we've been able to put
the squeeze on Mr. Jack Hand

so much that I've got him in my pocket.

- It can't be too bloody
big then, eh, Dash?

(group laughs)

- Come on, you guys.

Oh, god, honestly!

If I didn't know any better,

I'd swear half of you were
still in the schoolyard!

You all know this Dymo character

is one of the main men we've been after.

He's the center pin
for all sorts of crime,

ram raids, car theft, drug deals.

If it's illegal, he is into it.

And what's more, he's the
main man on the street

for the Chinese crime
syndicate in this town,

so I cannot impress upon you
the importance of this bust!

- Then how come they
put you in charge, Dash?

- Oh, very funny.

(officer chuckles)

Now the deal's going down at
0500 at Jack Hand's factory.

- Five in the morning?

Shit, it's still dark there.

- Well, of course, it is, you egg.

Now the layout of the
factory is like this.

We'll have a dozen of you guys

placed outside here, here, here,

three more on the other side,
and the remainder inside.

Now Jack Hand will probably have

a few of his lads with him.

Blondine and I will be
upstairs watching in the dark.

Don't even think about it, sunshine.

- Hey, Dasha, what about Dymo?

- Well, I'd imagine he'll
have his entire crew with him.

Now there's four of them including Dymo.

- [Man] Is that all?

- Is that all?

Look, these are not
just any ordinary punks.

They are shiftier than a shithouse rat.

Now if there's nothing else,

I'd imagine you all have
some preparations to take.

Oh, wait a second.

One more thing.

We, the police department,
have put up $8 million

of the city's money for this deal.

Now if anything goes wrong,
it's my ass that's on the line.

- Can you insure an ass
for eight million, Dash?

(group laughs)

- I'd advise you to get to work.

(phone rings)

- Yeah.

- [Peter] Blondine, It's Dasha.

We're on.

- Who?

- [Peter] It's Dasha, your partner.

We're gonna spring Dymo.

We can't set it up.
- Yeah, okay, I'm on my way.

- [Peter] So we gotta get
you down here now, all right?

- Sorry, gorgeous.

Duty calls.

(upbeat music)

- [Man] Yeah, Jack, it's me.

She's at the shopping mall.

- [Jack] Typical.

Keep an eye on her.

I'm five minutes away.

- [Man] Right-o.

(woman sings in foreign language)

(phone rings)


- [Jack] She's still there?

- [Man] Yeah, she's bought
everything on the first floor.

She's moved on to the second.

- [Jack] I'm upstairs on the roof.

- [Man] Yeah, we'll keep an eye on her.

I'll let you know.

- [Jack] Right-o.

Speak to me.

- [Man] She's still here, Jack.

- [Jack] Where is she now?

- [Man] Back on the first floor,

spending money like it's
going out of fashion.

- [Jack] Christ, she's
been in there two hours.

- [Man] Yeah, tell me about it.

Look, I'll call you back.

- Oh, very nice.

Oh, yes.

I'll take it.

Do you have this in a different color?

- Yeah, we have blue, but why
don't you try another hat.

(Carli gasps)

This is a beautiful one
with black feathers.

- Oh, gosh.

Oh, I love it.

- It's definitely you.

- Oh, it's beautiful.

What are these feathers?

- I think they're ostrich, actually.

- Oh, I've got to take it.

- Okay, good.

- [Carli] Have you got anything else?

- [Man] Finally, I think she's finished.

We're heading out.

- [Jack] Okay, I'll give
you the word to grab her.

- [Man] Right-o.

- Wait for my call.


- Doing a bit of shopping.

(phone rings)

- Yup.

- Forget it.

Forget about it.

The chick she's with is a cop.

You hear me?

- [Man] Shit!

- [Jack] Forget it.

We'll pick her up later.

- Okay.

We're outta here.

- What are you looking at, knucklehead?

Just up here on the left.

Thanks, driver.

Keep the change.

Have a good night.

(Carli gasps)

- [Man] Nice ass.

- You fucking scumbag!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Have you boys got no respect for a lady?

What, your mother never
taught you any manners?

Well, the rules, boys,
are respect and manners!


- [Man] Fuck!

You bitch!

- I'm starving.

- [Man] Shit!

- [Bobbi] Nice one, boys.

- There you go.

- Dymo.

- Oh, lovely lady.

- Thank you.

- Anything for you.


- Thank you.

So how was your day?

- Oh, it was good.

How about yours? (mumbles)

- Good.

- Mm-hmm.

- Did you miss me?

- Of course.

Did you miss me?

- Uh-huh.

- I think it's time for a toast.

- Okay.

- Guys and girls, fuck
life before life fucks you.

- [Group] To life.

- But seriously, guys,
I have been approached

to be involved in something
that's, well, it's pretty big.

- Ladies, shall we?

- So I just wanted to
toss around a few ideas,

see what you guys thought.

- So, what, you've never even
had a boyfriend in school?

- I never said that.

- Yeah, but you never said you did.

- What difference would it make

if I said I had six boyfriends?

- Six?

You had six boyfriends at school?

- No.

No. No.

Not six.

Half a dozen.

- Oh.


Oh, this sucks.

You know, here we are, the good guys,

sitting in the freezing
cold, eating shit takeaway.

And there they are, living the high life

of the corruption we're
supposed to be preventing.

If you ask me, one of the
parties has got it wrong.

- Come on, Dash.

Don't lose the plot on me now.

I mean, just think, there's
only 15, 20 years of this

and you can retire.

- Yeah, so long as the
baddies don't shoot me first.

- Hey, this looks like my
old girlfriend. (laughs)

(man sings in foreign language)

- Get a little wank.


G'day (mumbles).

You're entering my, you're
piercing my (mumbles).


Look, love, (mumbles) seagull!

- [Woman] Oh, yeah, right.

(group laughs)

- Bloody wanker!

You met me everywhere.

Jesus freaking Christ. (mumbles)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, look out!

- It's time for you to leave, shrimpy.

(man screams)

(woman shrieks)

Slay, not here.

- [Taxi Driver] Taxi?

- Yeah, that's right.

Enjoy it, you little creep.

Once you're on the inside,

the only ass you'll be
grabbing is your own, in pain.

(Bobbi whistles)

- Slay, man, I'm not gonna
tell you one more time.

Give me back my fuckin' cigarettes.

- I never touched your bloody cigarettes.

- Bullshit, you didn't!

- Bobbi--

- It was sitting on the table.

You know, you do this
every fucking time, man.

- Why would I wanna touch
your cigarettes, man?

= [Bobbi] Oh, well,
where are they then, huh?

- I don't know.

I don't have them.

- [Bobbi] Just give them back to me,

come on, man, huh.

- What did I just say?

(Slay laughs)

- Yeah, that's really good, Zed.

- Okay, stay close, guys.

- I expect an apology, man.

- No, you don't get nothing from me.

- I want an apology.

- Just get in the car, all right?

(rock music)

- [Man] Hello.

(man grunts)

- No!

No, stop!

Don't kill me!

No, stop, stop!


What are you doing?

(car alarm blares)

- Hey.

(horn blares)

(passersby laugh)

(phone rings)

- Hello.

- Dymo, Jack.

You ready?

Five a.m., my factory.

- [Dymo] I'll be there.

(Peter chuckles)

- [Blondine] Dash?

- Yeah.

- What's with the little girl?

- Oh, her parents were just
killed in a drive-by shooting.

- Bill, for god's sake,
will you get someone up here

to take care of this little girl?


What's your name?

- Lucille.

- Who's this?

- My friend.

- You're gonna be okay.

(phone rings)

- Metropolitan Police.

Detective Peter Dasha speaking.

- Her name's Lucille.

- Hello, Lucille.

- Hi.

- I'm Cathy.

- What, five in the morning?

It's still dark there.

All right then, scumbag.

This is your big chance.

We'll have the cash, and trust me,

we'll cover your ass
every which way we can.

But one smart move from
you on this deal, boy,

and you will go down on the spot.

No ifs, no butts, dead meat.

Just give me an excuse.

We're on.

(upbeat techno music)

- [Slay] Duck!

- Shit!

(gunshot blares)

(shooter grunts)

(siren blares)

- Yo, Dymo.

(shooter groans)

(shooter screams)

- Dash, Dymo's arrived.

- You brought the whole gang along, Dymo.

- With 10 kilos, who would you trust?

(Jack chuckles)

- You know, one thing I've
learned in this business

is you can never have too much insurance.

And that's one thing I noticed

you guys don't have enough of,

good insurance.

I mean, you guys don't
even carry guns. (chuckles)

Insurance is like money.

The more you have, the
more protection you've got.

But I didn't come down here to
teach you any lessons, Dymo.

You got the goods, I take it.

- In there.

I got the cash.

- Oh, yeah.

- Fuck, no.

The case.

- Now, now, go now!

- [Officer] Freeze!

- [Peter] Freeze, you bastards!

- Freeze!

- [Officer] Freeze!

- Get your hands in the air.

- [Officer] Get your hands in the air now!

- [Officer] Get 'em up!

- Well, Dymo, I told you I play for keeps.

- Oh, yeah.

She's been known to stack
the deck in her favor,

if you know what I mean.

Isn't she, Jack?

- Taxi!

- Dymo!

(device beeps)

- Give it up, Jack.

There's no way out.

You're surrounded.

- Well, it's your move, lady.

But you see, there's still the contraption

I've got in my hand.

This is a remote control.

And you see that contraption
tied around those dainty legs?

That is a large amount of
extremely volatile explosive.

- Ah, you're dog shit, Jack.

- Woof, pig.

It's your choice.

But you shoot me, and I swear to you,

with my last dying breath,

I will bring this fucking
place down our fucking ears!

You see, Dymo, this is
what I mean by insurance.

Back off!

I mean it!

This one's Jack's hand.

- Grenade!

- [Officer] Grenade!

- [Officer] Get down!

(explosion blasts)

(gunshots blare)

(explosion blasts)

(gunshots blare)

- Are you okay?

- [Carli] Dymo!

- [Dymo] Come on!

- [Peter] Jesus.

- Dash, are you okay?

- Yeah, that bastard.

- You get Dymo.

I'll grab a car and go after Jack Hand.

- Right-o.

- The breach!

Come on!

- Give it up, Dymo.

You've got nowhere to go.

You can't get out.

You're surrounded.

- Carli, what are you doing?

Come on!

- It's my favorite.

- Stop!

I'll shoot you!

(gunshots blare)


(Blondine screams)

Oh, shit!



- Block the gates.

Block the gates.

(upbeat techno music)

- Dymo, what are you doing?

- The breach.

It's gonna be up every hour on the hour,

and it's the only way back to the city

from this part of town.

So if we're quick enough,
we'll catch him there.

- This is an all points bulletin
looking for a late model

red Porsche 928, registration
one hand, that's 1-H-A-N-D.

Also, a highly modified Nissan 200SX,

white in color, pursuing the Porsche.

If these vehicles are located,

contact Detective Blondine
Dimaggio immediately.

Do not apprehend.

I repeat, do not apprehend.

Last seen heading toward the city.

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

- Now put your seatbelt on.

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

- Put your seatbelt on!

- Fine, I'll put my seatbelt on.

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

- There, happy?

Seatbelt's on.

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

- Do you see him?

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

♪ Give it up ♪

- There!

There he is in the inside line!

(upbeat music)

Come on, Jack.

You can run but you can't hide.

There he is.

Don't lose him.

Hey, Jack!

Having fun yet?

- Car 36 to base.

Suspect vehicle just spotted

heading north along Moore Street.

I report Moore Street, over.

- Where'd he go?

Damn it!

- Go left.

- What?

- Trust me.

Go left.

(ominous music)

- Oh, damn it!

- (laughs) Hello, Jack.

- Where?

- Check out the tracks.

- Nicely spotted.

- Thank you.

Let's go.


(Dymo screams)

- Carli, put your seatbelt on!

- Are you okay, Carli?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

(Carli laughs)

Oh, man, my car!

Put your lap belt on.

Just whack your lap belt on now.

I'm gonna kill him.

- Look out!

(upbeat techno music)

- Here!

When I pull up alongside
him you give him that!

- Okay, what do I do with it?

- When I tell you, pull that pin there

and then throw it through
his fuckin' window!

(Carli laughs)

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

♪ On the wheels of steel ♪

♪ Rocking with yours truly ♪

- Pull the pin!

On three!



Pull the pin!

(Carli shrieks)

- I dropped it!

- Get it, get it!

- [Carli] I got it, go!

- One!

- Hey, Jack.

Have a nice day!

(explosion blasts)


(sirens blare)

I am gonna buy myself a new coat.

- And a new car.

- Game's up, Dymo.

- All right, lover boy.

You're going on a holiday.

- Yeah?

- [Peter] Just shut up
and do as you're told.

- [Dymo] I've got no weapons.

- [Peter] I don't care!

Look, I was there.

I saw what went down.

There must be something you wanna say.

- Look, I've told you.

Jones will do all the talking.
- Buddy, we are gonna fry you.

You don't cooperate,

you're only gonna make
it worse for yourself.

- Detective Dasha, you've
detained my client for 15 hours.

Unless you intend to charge him

with possession of a
suitcase full of icing sugar,

I suggest you let him go.

- (scoffs) Let him go.

Listen, you stuffed shirt.

We have charges of trafficking drugs,

carrying dangerous
explosives, resisting arrest,

dangerous driving just
off the top of my head.

If you want me to keep going, I can.

- Yes, well, no one's perfect.

Bearing in mind my
client managed to locate

a large sum of the city's money--

- [Dymo] $8 million I think it is.

- Eight million?

- It was eight million.

- Which you lost.

- Lost?

For Christ's sake!

All right then.

What about the investigation
into Jack Hand's murder, eh?

- Murder?

- Yeah!

- Detective Dasha, my client is prepared

to cooperate with you,
which means that we won't be

running to the press with
stories of notorious criminals

being handed large sums of public money.

But he informs me that in his efforts

to secure the safe return
of the city's money,

the late Mr. Hand's motor
vehicle simply exploded.

And unless you want to prove
otherwise, with respect,

I suggest that you proceed
with the lesser charges.

We can arrange bail,
and we can all go home.

- Thanks, Jonesy.

Good work, man.


Carli, I'm home.

(Carli moans)

(Carli and Blondine scream)

(Dymo screams)

(upbeat techno music)