Razor Sharpe (2001) - full transcript

(soft music)

(tense music)

(men shouting)

(punching)

(arrow cracking)

(metal clanging)

- [Man] What the hell do
you think you're doing?

- Was that alright?

- Yeah, it was alright,
it looked alright.

- Lee!

- What's up, man,
that was great.



I loved that shit
with the arrows.

You taught him that, didn't you?

- It's not in the script.

- Fuck the script, we'll
put it in the script.

You know that shit
sells tickets.

- Look, Lee, he's bringing
the whole production down.

I can't permit that to happen.

- What are you talking about?

He's giving you a great
run for your money.

He looks great.

All right, all
right, I'll get him

to tone it down a little bit.

Everything will
be cool, alright?

- You will fire him
in front of everyone



on this fucking set,
do you understand me?

Look, they come to see me.

Rick fucking Cooper, not some
punk they never heard of.

Now you will fire him
in front of everyone.

- What am I supposed
to tell him, man?

- Just tell him he
wasn't good enough

and do it in front
of the whole crew.

I'll be in my trailer.

- Asshole.

Justin, come here.

- Yeah?

- Hey, I hate to tell you this,

but this is just
not gonna work out.

- Why, what did I do?

- It's not what you're
doing, you're doing great.

You look great, man, I
love what you're doing.

- Well then why am
I getting fired?

- It's just not gonna work out.

It's not gonna work out.

- Well what'd he think?

Let me ask him.

Rick, Rick!

- I'm really sorry
about this, man.

If it was up to me I'd keep you.

- Bullshit!

- Come on.

(tense music)

(engine revving)

(upbeat music)

(tense music)

(man shouting)

- Man, you get a
job with Rick Cooper

you just go around
acting like him, man.

Help me up so I can
whoop your big ass.

What's wrong with you coming
in with your face all tight?

What's wrong with you?

- I got fired, I got canned.

- Like in preserves?

- No, like a roasted chicken.

Hell yeah, man, I got fired.

I mean, director fired
me in front of everybody.

He said I wasn't good enough.

And then had the
audacity to tell me

I was bringing down
the production.

- Down, what you mean down?

He couldn't have
been looking at you

because you the original
Karate Kid Action Jackson

episode 19 through 45
Kung Fu the ugly years.

- You play too much, Charles.

- All right, chat with me, man.

What happened for real?

- I don't know, man.

I mean, everything
that I've learned

and practiced all my life

was flowing through my blood
like water down the river.

I mean, I really freaked him
out when I caught the arrow,

you know what I'm saying?

- You caught what?

- Caught the arrow, man.

- How do you catch,
what do you catch it,

in your leg or your
shoulder, where?

- In my hand, man.

- No, man, what I'm saying
is how do you catch an arrow?

- How do you get
to Carnegie Hall?

- I don't know, I don't
live in New York, man.

- Practice.

- That doesn't make
sense to me, man.

You catch an arrow
and they fire you.

Come on, man, you do
something amazing like that

and they fire you?

It doesn't make sense, man.

- I don't know, man.

Maybe they thought that I
was trying to show Rick up.

Maybe they thought I was
trying to mess his thing up.

I wouldn't do that to the guy,

he that gave me my first break.

I mean, he's my friend
for Christ sake.

He probably don't even
know they doing this shit.

- Come on, man, we
talking about Rick Cooper.

- [Justin] He don't
know what's going on!

- Oh, he knows.
- He's my friend.

- Rick Cooper's ego
is bigger than my dick

and you know how big that is.

- Yeah, big as your
imagination, okay?

- Muy grande here.

Touche.
- See you later.

- Peace, say hey to Rick for me.

(tense music)

(door knocking)

- Come in.

Mr. Sharpe, have a
seat, Mr. Sharpe.

The word out on the street

is that you're
difficult to work with.

Now that might be all
right if you're Rick Cooper

and you've made it but
you're just Justin Sharpe

and you're still not dick.

I will no longer represent you.

Now will you please
leave my office?

- But, fine.

You'll regret it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, Rick.

Yeah, it's done.

Rick, what the hell did
this guy do to deserve this?

Oh, I see.

All right.

(speaker voice muffled)

- Late again.

Okay, alright, chill.

Hey, man, it's a little rough.

Is that a Bud Light, man?

- Shut the hell up.

- You could rob me with
whatever you want to

but I'm just like damn,

he ain't got no heavier
artillery than that?

- Excuse me, can I
get some help, man?

- Oh, hey Charles, I didn't
see you standing there.

It's been a bad day, man.

- You're having a bad day?

What do you think we're doing?

- Man, shut the hell up
and you get out of here.

(kicks smashing)

- I tried to tell y'all white
boys about coming around here

and robbing decent
poor black folk.

- Hey man.

- You need to be in
a white neighborhood.

- Put that out to the garbage.

- Give me some help.

You know they
ain't gonna believe

a white guy tried to rob me
when I tell them this, man.

Sure you don't
wanna go out, man?

Jay, look man, I
know you don't drink

but I will buy you all the
cranberry juice you can put down

but you need some laughter
in your life, man.

You look pretty down, you
sure you don't want to go?

Cranberry juice.

- And to think people
call you a cheapskate.

- I tell you what, you
stay here and mope, man.

I'm gonna go get my laugh on

and for all those people
that were talking about me

you make a list of
each and every name

and I want you to personally
mule kick 'em into the trash,

like you did old boy.

Do it on a Thursday because
they don't pick up on Wednesday.

- You give me their
names too, alright?

- All right, rudy-poo, peace.

- Yeah.

See you when you get back.

(intense music)

- [Man] Yeah, get tough!

(phone ringing)

(metal clanging)

- Hello?

Yeah.

What?

No, I'm not doing anything.

Sure, I can meet you right away.

Okay, see you soon, bye.

(upbeat music)

- I'm glad you could
make it on short notice.

I wanted to catch you before
I left for the theater.

- Yeah well, you're the
last person in the world

I thought would want to see me.

- Welcome to the Mill,
my name is Calvin.

Can I get you
something to drink?

- We're not gonna
be here that long

so nothing for me, but Daria.

- Wine please.

- Blush wine be okay?

- Yeah, that's fine, thank you.

I tore you away from
dinner, didn't I?

- No, not really, I ate earlier.

- I want you to know I thought
you were great out there.

- With who, the waiter?

- No, on the set.

I'm no expert, but you
did some things out there

I hadn't seen before.

- Well, I'm sure being
around Rick Cooper

you've seen plenty.

- Yeah, plenty that's
better left unseen.

- I'm sorry?

- Forget it.

Listen, I thought you
got a raw deal out there

and a guy like you
deserves better.

I know some people that
are putting together

a low budget feature.

They need someone
with your skills.

The pay isn't good but
it's a way back in.

Are you interested?

- Are you kidding?

Yeah, I mean, who's
doing the film?

Who's directing and
who's producing it?

- Oh, wait a minute.

I don't know about all that,

but I've got a name
and number for you.

Do you have a pen?
- Sure.

I can't believe this.

Man, I thought with you
being Rick's girl and all.

- Let's get one thing straight.

I'm a person, not a possession

and neither Rick Cooper
nor anyone else owns me.

I decide with who
and where I go.

- With whom do you choose
to go with the evening?

- I don't see how that's
any of your business.

Do you want the number or not?

- Sure, I do.

And I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to pry into your personal life.

- You're making it sound like
that would be a bad thing.

- Yes.

- Let's go.

(tense music)

- So did you set it up?

- Yeah, I did.

- Rick told me to give you this.

(muffled screaming)

Drive on.

(tense music)

- Hey, Chucky boy, wake up.

So anyway I hear these guys

are kind of like guerrilla
filmmakers, you know,

bum rush the place and get as
much until the cops get there.

Shit, it ain't no feature,
but never can tell, you know,

maybe somebody to sees
me, what do you think?

- Yeah, the director's
mother, she'll see you.

She probably won't even rent it.

- I ain't gonna even fall

into your negative
vibe today, man.

You seen my belt?

- Check your waist.

- Anyway man, I mean,
what kind of example

are you setting
for anybody anyway?

It's 10 o'clock in the morning,

you still got your
happy ass on the couch,

laying down doing
nothing in your pajamas.

- What, that's what I do.

Just 'cause I don't have
a job, don't want no job.

And I don't want to lay on
the couch with pajamas on,

I sleep naked, okay?

- Well you need to close that up

and show it to somebody who
can do something with it.

- Yeah, you just
intimidated by my manhood.

That's all it is.

- Yeah, I'm intimidated
by your manhood, alright,

more intimidated by the smell.

And as far as your manhood
is concerned, buddy boy,

that's kinda small.

- Oh, that's it, defend
yourself Karate Joe!

- I'll see you
later, wish me luck.

- Bad luck.

(mumbling)

You're the boss, my friend.

He don't know what he
talking about, man.

You been through the
worst, my friend.

Through the worst, man,
do you remember Rosa?

She was a good one.

You lasted all night,
man, I love you, man.

If I could kiss you, I would.

I'm telling you I love you.

(tense music)

- Hey, how are you doing?

- You must be Justin.

- Yeah, I'm Mr. Sharpe.
- I'm Carlos.

I see you've met Mr. Griffin.

- Yeah, the strong, silent type.

- My man is a great actor.

Don't worry about him.

This is Kirby.

- How you doing, man?
- How you doing?

- Justin here is gonna
be helping us out

with those high
flying stunts today.

Ain't that right, Justin?

- Yeah, whatever you
say, I wish you guys

would've shown me some
of this stuff earlier.

Maybe I could've
rehearsed it all.

- Don't worry about it.

I like what we do to be
very spur of the moment.

If it feels right for you,
man, just go for it bro.

- I'm your man, just
tell me what to do.

- Besides, man, you come on
the highest recommendations.

I know you're gonna do good.

Anyway, we gotta roll.

Everybody, let's get in the van.

(engine starting)

(tense music)

- Hey, give me the suitcase.

- You need to get
out of here, buddy.

- Come on, man, come
on, they're watching,

give me the suitcase.

- Take this guy.

- Why don't you get
out of here, man?

(guns shooting)

- Shit.

- What the fuck happened here?

Where's my bloody money?

Who stole my money?

Damn it, Espo.

(gun shooting)
(siren wailing)

Well, I'm not going to pay
that dickhead's hospital bill.

You find these fuckers,
Espo, and bring them to me.

No one steals my money
and lives to spend it.

Go!

- Yeah, I'll run it by him.

If he tries to walk I'm
gonna fucking kill him.

Yeah, I know, all right so far.

All right, we're gonna
get him up, ciao.

Somebody wake him the fuck up.

Get him up!

(Sharpe screaming)

Mr. Sharpe, my
favorite new actor.

How would you like to see
your award winning performance

in our little movie today?

- What's going on?

What did you guys do?

- That's where you're wrong.

It's not what we would do
to you, Mr. Justin Sharpe.

It's more like what your
ass did to those poor men.

Hey Kirby, man, pop in the tape.

I want to show our hot shot here

exactly what he's in for.

- I've almost figured
out this puzzle,

can't you wait a second?

- You can't figure
out that puzzle

if I gave you 28
letters of the alphabet.

- There ain't no 28 letters
in the alphabet, bonehead.

- Who you calling
bonehead, dick breath.

- You, motherfucker!
- You talking to me?

- Yeah bitch!

(speaker voice muffled)

- Oh yeah, right now.

- Motherfuckers,
shut the fuck up.

- Now put the God
damn guns away.

You, put the fucking video in!

Like children, I swear.

Oh, you're gonna love this.

- Come on, man, why don't
you give me the suitcase?

- Take this guy.

- Why don't you get
out of here, man?

(guns shooting)

- So here's the situation,

this tape is the only
link to the crime.

I'm sure the police
and Stevie Watson

would each love to have this,

but you know I might not
want to give this to them.

I might just want to
give this back to you.

- I guess I'm supposed
to be flattered, right?

(punching)

- Come on, what
are you gonna do?

- Before we continue,

I believe my boy Jay will
have a few words to say.

Thank you, Jay.
- No problem.

- Now as I was saying
you have a choice.

Since you impressed us so
much with your little audition

we'd like to have you
come join our team.

Our employers asked that
I give you this option.

- Gee, I thought you
were the brains enough.

- We can use someone
with your skills and hey,

this is a lucrative business.

- Yeah well, who's
your boss then?

- Oh, you'll meet
him in due time.

But before that, I want to
know your second option.

- What, you give the
tape to the police?

- Now would I do that to you?

If you say no, this tape goes
directly to Stevie Watson.

His justice is far more
swift than the police.

- Yeah, well aren't you
afraid that I'll give you up

before he kills me.

(laughing)

- If Stevie Watson finds
you, you won't have time

to shit your pants
before he kills you.

He's not one of the more patient
men that you'll ever meet.

- If I do it?

- Well, you can make
yourself a lot of money

and hell, you'd never have
to audition for us again.

- I want some time
to think about it.

- I'll give you two hours.

Jay, grab the briefcase.

We're gonna make
a little deposit.

And you two idiots,
keep an eye on him.

You have two hours.

After that I'm gonna
make you a video star.

For safe keeping.

(sirens wailing)

- Here's what we got,

we got two bodies down.

One body over here,
one over here.

Broad daylight hit,
absolutely no witnesses.

Got at least two
different caliber cases

so based on the number of bodies

I'd say we have at
least two shooters.

Amy thinks they all
died on the spot.

Get this, we got a make
on a black Mercedes Benz.

- Watson doesn't like fairies.

- So what are you saying,
Watson whacked his own guys?

- Let's just say he
didn't want any survivors.

This is definitely a
sign of disapproval.

- It's a hell of a sign.

- Yeah, well, five years
ago there were only

five or six small
time operations.

Old Watson was sent down
here to consolidate them all

under one umbrella.

If you didn't outright hand
over your business to him,

you were soon found somewhere
stuffed in some sewer

with half your head blown off.

We must have found at
least a dozen bodies.

All with ties to the mafia,

could never tie any
of them to Watson.

Couple of months after that,

he had all the illegal gambling
up and running in the city.

Soon after, narcotics, drugs,

just some small pocket change.

- So who the hell
would be bold enough

to do a broad daylight
hit like this?

- Bold isn't the word.

Foolish is more like it.

I mean, if this is just
someone trying to move in

on his territory, we'll
know about it soon enough.

There'll be all out war.

On the other hand,
if this is someone

from one small time rip off

then you my friend
can clock out early.

- Clock out early?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

- Old Watson is gonna
do our job for us.

Odds are we'll be
called in to identify

some John Doe with
half his head blown off

and it'd be our perp.

I guarantee you it
could be our man.

- I don't know how he got away

but Kirby and Johnny are dead,

fricking Evan's got the
shit beat out of him.

No, I agree, we can't wait.

I'll have the tape dropped
off by Watson tonight.

We could've used that
son of a bitch though?

He was good.

Look, once Watson's got the tape

he could buy a
casket for your boy.

Look, Watson will get him.

Yeah, but.

Alright, alright, alright.

He wants us to get
to Sharpe first.

- Watson gonna blow his ass up.

- I know but he's just
afraid Sharpe's gonna talk.

- You know Watson, he don't
believe in conversation.

- Well you know, just
to be on the safe side,

it won't hurt if we kill him.

- I ain't got no
problem with that.

- Somehow I didn't
think you would.

- Let's get his ass up and
get the fuck outta here.

(tense music)

Why are you so
jumpy, little man?

Do you think we
enjoy hurting you?

Every time Mr. Griffin hits you-

- Yeah, yeah, I know, it hurts
him more than it hurts me.

But I tell you what,

why don't both of y'all
go play in traffic

and I'll feel much better.

- I've got an idea.

Maybe not as good as yours,
but I think you'll like it.

Tell us where your friend is
and we won't have to kill you.

- I told you, man, I
don't know where he is.

- And now I'm telling you,

if you can help us
find your friend

you have no value
to us as a hostage.

Mr. Griffin has been
begging me there all morning

to kill you and put
you out of his misery.

Making Mr. Griffin happy is
what life's all about for me.

So you see if you can't help
us find your friend Justin,

then soon I have no use for you.

If he doesn't know
you're with me

he can't come and rescue you.

And if he can't
come and rescue you-

- Why didn't you just
call him out the window?

- I prefer the
element of surprise.

- Oh yeah, you think I
got a bat signal I send

and he just comes,
just shows up.

- I'll ask you one last time.

Do the three of us leave here

to go find your friend Justin

or do just the two
of us leave here

to go find a place to wipe
your blood off our shoes?

- Hello, Diana, are you there?

Hey, well listen,
this is Justin.

Something really
weird has happened

but I'll explain it to
you when I get there.

See you later, bye.

- Well?

- No, he wasn't
at his apartment.

We broke in there and
we found some asshole

claiming he's his roommate.

We worked him over a bit though.

Griffin's got him
outside in the van.

- You shouldn't have
involved anyone else?

- Yeah, what were
we supposed to do,

leave him to identify us?

I don't think so, the
stakes are much too high.

- All right, all right.

Hang on to him and
flush out Sharpe

then kill both of them.

- Yeah, well that's
the next question,

where the hell do
we find Sharpe?

- I think I know.

I think I know.

- Daria?

Daria?

Daria?

Shit.

Daria?

(somber music)

Shit.

I'm sorry.

Whoever did this, I'll get 'em.

(tense music)

- Where are you
going, Mr. Sharpe?

I'm gonna go around
back, you go this way.

(sticks banging)
(punching)

(upbeat music)

- Why don't you give
me the suitcase?

- Take this guy.

- Why don't you get
out of here, man?

(guns shooting)

- [Watson] Who
delivered this tape?

- Some kid dropped it
off with the bouncer.

Other than that, we don't
know a thing about it.

- Well, whoever filmed this
was obviously in on it.

Why they're giving
him up I have no idea.

Perhaps he's dead already

and they just want us to chase
our dicks around for a while.

Or perhaps they want us
to kill him for them.

Either way, get this
picture to everyone.

If he's alive, he can give
us the rest of the crew.

I'm going to kill them

and anyone they ever
fucking spoke to.

As for our friend,
the Karate Kid here,

turn him into a human pinata

and hang him where
everyone can see.

- Gladly.

- There's going to be a
message attached to this one.

A bloody strong message.

(tense music)

- Shit, what are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- Trying to find something.

(speaker voice muffled)

- What was that?

- Don't worry about it.

You gotta go, okay?

- I need to get some
of my things, no way.

- You gotta go, okay?

- 442?

I guess this is it.

(suspenseful music)

- There's a good chance he'll
be coming back for this stuff.

- So what you want us to do?

- Just wait around for
him, see what happens.

- They told you to go in here,

that'll be the first
place they look for you.

- Yeah, well they probably
already been here.

Besides, there's a
lot of things I need

that I can't get
from nowhere else,

include my keys, I can't
keep hot wiring a car.

(speaker muffled)

- Only you would leave your car
in an alley and get it back.

- Yeah, minus the
radio and hub caps.

- Bitch, bitch, bitch.

- Anyway, yeah, so what.

Just stay here, I'll
be right back, okay?

Stay here, I'll be right back.
- I'm coming.

I'm not staying here.

I'm coming with you.

(tense music)

- Oh shit.

- Buenos dias, Mr. Sharpe.

I believe this is what
you're looking for.

I think you need
to come with us.

- When I tell you, you
take off running, okay?

Go!

- Justin!

- Let her go.

- I think I need to just
get the hell out of here.

- Justin, you gotta
help me, just kill him!

(punching)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Is this how it's gonna be
until they finally kill us?

- Don't worry, we're
gonna make it, okay?

You don't mind if we
borrow your car, do you?

- No.
- I didn't think so.

Get in.

Shit, one of those
are Rick's guys.

- Rick's too cheap to hire
anyone outside of his payroll.

- I guess we'll have to assume
they were Watson's people.

- We gotta get out of here
before the police come.

- In this neighborhood, hell,
we still got a few minutes.

- You're not going back into
that apartment, are you?

- Calm down, they brought
out my stuff for me.

- Good morning.

- Oh, I trust you have
better news for me

than the DOW did today.

- I believe I have, boss.

- Unbelievable!

(laughing)

- Yeah, and you're not
gonna believe this.

The guy is an actor, an
out of work fucking actor.

But, hell, we start
showing this picture around

to a few of our friends in
the entertainment business

and they cough him right up.

- I love it!

Probably his own agent
that gave him up.

- Yeah, he was even good enough

to put his address on the back
of it so he tries to go home,

we got a little welcoming
committee set up for him.

- Well don't forget the tape.

Apparently he's some
sort of Bruce Lee wannabe

and I want him alive
and well, almost.

- No problem.

Sent a few of my
own kind out there

and they're allowed to break

every bone in his
body but his neck.

They're saving that one for you.

- Who's as good to
me as you, Espo?

Oh, by the by, if we ever
have a breakdown in security

as we did yesterday I'm
going to have to kill you.

Do you understand?

- Yes sir.
- Good.

Let me know as soon as our
honored guest has arrived.

Take him to the club and
make sure that he's kept

as uncomfortable as possible.

- Yes sir.

- Should have seen this
cutie in there, man.

Told her I was coming
back about five o'clock

so we might need to swing
back this way when we get off.

How come you don't
have the radio on?

What if something happens?

(phone ringing)

You set that shit
up, didn't you?

- Willis.

Yeah.

Shit, any survivors?

Uh-huh, yeah.

Anybody question him?

Uh-huh, hold on one second.

All right.

Sharpe, Justin Sharpe.

Yeah, okay, well look, you
find out anything else,

you know where to reach me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, owe you one.

Looks like they found
a couple of bodies

over on Crossing and Jamison.

There was one survivor.

They questioned him,

all they could get out
of him was Justin Sharpe.

Every time this fucking
Sharpe's around, somebody dies.

What the fuck is this?

- It was either that or
the donut holes, man.

This is all they can get out
of him, Sharpe, one name?

See, you and me need
to go down there.

I bet you we can get
something out of him.

- Yeah, sound like he's in
pretty bad shape already.

Let's go down there

and maybe throw a chokehold
on him or something.

That'll get him squealing
like a pig, huh?

- You know what I mean?

- It wouldn't do
any good anyway.

It's just Watson retaliating

for what happened at
the bank the other day.

Just wasn't expecting Sharpe
to get in this shit again.

Look, I want you
to go down there

and find out everything
you can on this Sharpe guy,

who he's working for,
who he's running with,

who's running with him.

This couldn't be one guy kicking
all of Watson's men's ass.

But if it is, we
gotta find him first.

- This shit only
happens in the movies.

(engine starting)
(siren wailing)

- What is this place?

- Takayama taught me
everything that I know.

- About fighting?

- No, about life.

My mother died
giving birth to me.

My dad died when I was nine.

And I shuffled around a little
bit, ended up with my aunt.

She had six kids, full-time job,

so we didn't have very
much supervision at all.

Anyway, most of them got caught
up in the thick of things

and ended up with
the wrong people.

Me, I was lucky.

I found Mr. Takayama.

He taught me structure
and discipline.

- Where is he now?

- He died last year.

Had no living relatives
so he left me everything,

including this place.

- Why don't you open
it and teach here?

You'd be a natural.

- Me, I always wanted
to be in the movies.

The whole Hollywood scheme
of things appealed to me.

- What do you
think about it now?

- Same old political
backstabbing
bullshit as any job.

Only this job, they're
using real knives.

- But you get to meet
a lot of nice people.

- Only one that I can
think of at this point.

(romantic music)

We can't do this, let's just
try to get some rest, okay?

(tense music)

- I guess crime does pay.

- [Man] A Detective Willis
and Benton to see you, sir.

- You tell them to
wait five minutes

and then show them back.

- Hope you don't
mind, sleazy boy.

Got a busy schedule,

no time for your little
shitty games, okay?

- Detective Winston, is it?

- Close enough.

Look, Stevie, we're looking
for whoever took out

your boys the other day.

I know you got a
busy schedule and all

so I'll be real brief.

We're just hoping
that you might have

something constructive
to add to it, okay?

- Detective, I can't believe

that you would
barge into my home

and so callously remark
about my good friends

who were so brutally
murdered just yesterday.

- Look, Stevie, save that
for your lawyers, okay?

All I know is whoever
brutally murdered

your boys the other
day is still out there.

And when we find them, I
hope they got a lot to say.

It'd make for some
interesting conversation,

don't you think?

Well, gotta go, your
tax dollars at work,

but I'll see you
real soon, Stevie.

Real soon, Stevie boy.

- Damn it!

(glass breaking)

- Where do you
think you're going?

(woman screaming)

- Bitch.

(intense music)

(guns shooting)

- Shit.

- Come on, let's get
the fuck outta here.

- Justin!

(engine revving)

- Shit!

(water splashing)

(jet ski revving)

(mumbling)

Daria, I'm coming.

Daria.

- Justin.

Are you okay?

Relax.
- I had a bad dream.

- Calm down.

(romantic piano music)

- Could be his lover
for all we know.

Anyway, he doesn't
look too tough, huh?

- You know, I don't see why we
don't just bust his right now

and get him to tell us
where everyone else is.

- Sometimes I just don't
think you get it at all.

Am I that bad of a teacher?

- We've got this guy on
two counts of murder.

One attempted murder
with a surviving witness.

Now he is involved
in this Watson thing,

we can leverage his ass to
roll over on everyone else.

- Gimme this.

Look, first of all, the shit
that happened the other day,

he'll probably get off on
that for simple self-defense.

The guy has a clean
record, nothing.

Secondly, if we take him now

Watson would never
come after him.

We need him out there for
Watson to come after him.

- So we're just gonna wait
on Watson to kill his ass?

- No, the reason why we're here

is to prevent that
from happening.

Any of this sinking in?

- Yeah, little bits
here and there.

Let you know when
I've had enough.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Just turning on the radio.

What if something comes in?

How are we going to know
if something goes on

if we don't have the radio on.

- Don't touch that shit, okay.

Here, here, use the phone.

- Yeah, Denton here.

Zero seven one one four.

No, oh yeah, okay.

No, no one knows?

All right, cool, thanks.

You see, it pays to check in.

You my friend got an
anonymous present tonight.

Videotape of our muscle
head friend over there

killing two of Watson's men.

Making off with two
bags of something.

- A video tape?

Who the hell sent in a tape?

- No one knows, a
concerned citizen though.

They say whoever shot
that tape was right there

in the middle of the heist.

- What the fuck is going on?

I sure hope these guys got a
good place to hide tonight.

Every cop in the city is going
to be looking for their ass.

(soft music)

- Good morning.

- Hey.
- Morning.

- Good morning.

Listen, I want you
to stay here, okay?

- What do you mean stay here?

Where are you going?

- We can't hide out forever.

I gotta go do something and
then I'm going to the cops,

tell them what happened.

Maybe they'll understand.

- Yes officer, I know
there are no cameras

other than a camcorder.

Yes, I thought it was a movie.

I'm really sorry about
shooting those two men.

Can I go now?

- I know it sounds farfetched,

but there's also some mobster
guy named Steve Watson

after us as well.

- Steve Watson?

- I mean, I think
that's his name.

- Great, I finally
found a decent guy

and by the afternoon
he's gonna be fish food.

- Hey, I like fish.

- Don't kid around, Justin.

This guy kills
people for living.

We gave him money last year

and he almost got
shot over $5,000.

- Rick knows this guy?

- Rick has a big
gambling problem.

- So that's how Rick
know when and where

the drop was gonna be.

He's been scoping
the guys out before.

Think I finally got
something on Mr. Rick Cooper.

Fucker.

Listen, I gotta go, okay?

(soft music)

I'll never believe
that you set me up.

There's kind of
weird stuff going on.

Don't worry about Diana though.

I'll take care of her.

I'm gonna find out
who did this to you.

And when I do, they'll pay.

God, take care of her,

she's a good person.

(tense music)

(guns shooting)

(neck cracking)

- God damn it, Espo, that's it!

You personally handle
everything from here on in.

Fucking karate guy
is going to handle

another fucking karate guy?

Use guns!

Bam, bam, they go
gown, end of story.

You hit these
fucking karate guys

over the head with a lead pipe,

they keep coming, I know,
I've seen the movies.

- Yeah, we'll get him this time.

- You're bloody well
right you'll get him.

Espo, I've always treated you
like a brother, haven't I?

- Always.

- Well, I'm going to do a
Cain and Abel on your ass

if you don't bring him in.

That money was not all mine.

I have to kick back
most of it to New York

and you know how forgiving
they are when it comes to cash.

Now listen, I've been thinking

and that job had to
be pulled by someone

with inside information.

- Not one of our guys.

I've checked them all out and-

- No, no, I agree with you.

Not one of ours, but
certainly someone who knew

that we used to Vine Street
for large money drops.

Now here's a list of everyone
who did business there

in the last six months.

If you can think of anyone
else, put them on that list.

I want surveillance on
everyone you can find,

I want phone taps on the rest,

I want it this afternoon.

- It's already one o'clock.

- This afternoon.

- Yes sir.

(tense music)

(whispering)

- Hey, you at the wrong place
at the wrong time, Mr. Sharpe.

(punching)

(door banging)

- Justin, is that you?

- Let's not make this
difficult this time.

- Don't touch me.

(ominous music)

- Diana?

Diana?

Shit!

- [Man] Look, you're
a little buddy's dead.

I will kill the bitch if you
do not bring my money to me.

Look, you fucking listen to me.

I'm want you at the studio at
3:00 PM, do you understand?

- I'll be there, three o'clock.

And Rick, if you hurt the girl,

I swear, if it's the last
thing I do, I'll kill you.

- So who's going on the meet?

- Well, I think we'll take
along a little insurance policy.

I got a few friends
in the business

who get tired of
pulling their punches.

- Well, that's fine by me
as long as I'm included.

- You can locate that site?

- No problem.

- We've got them,
Espo, we've got them.

That dickless Rick Cooper,

first he welshes on his bets
and then he steals from me.

- I should have slit
his fucking Achilles

when I had the chance.

- Yes, you should
have, but not to worry.

All's well that ends well.

Tomorrow he's going
to kill his partner

and then we're going to kill him

and anyone else unfortunate
enough to be there.

Don't forget, you must to get
that video tape to the cops.

- What for?

Oh Espo, once they
find the bodies

it will help them
tie it all together.

A terrible tale of
criminal betrayal.

- But what are they gonna
think when there's no money?

- Money, what money?

I never claimed
I lost any money.

Besides, even if Detective
Willis thinks there was money

he'll figure one of
those morons stashed it.

No, no, no.

If the cash doesn't have
some insurance companies

screaming after it, the
cops will get the lazy

and leave it alone.

(glasses clinking)

Tomorrow, you and I
shall reinvent pain.

- Sweet.

(tense music)

(engine revving)

- Bravo, Mr. Sharpe.

It's to your credit a punk
like you made it this far.

- Alright Rick, cut
the shit, alright?

Just give me the girl.

- Where's my money?

Shut that bitch up in there!

Get my fucking money.

Yeah!
- Toss it over here.

- Just calm down.

You told me to
show you the money.

- Toss me the bag!

- Alright, just calm down.

(gun shooting)

- No fucking money in the bag!

- No, no, no!

That motherfucker does
not leave here alive!

(guns shooting)

Fucking bitch, shut the hell up!

(speaker muffled)

You are one hell cat,
I'll tell you that.

If we had met under
different circumstances,

I could learn to love you.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You just stay here, baby,
because you're bait,

and when your little
friend Justin shows up,

he's a fucking dead man.

But I'm not gonna leave
you here too long.

No, I'll come back
for you, I promise.

And if I don't, I'll send
my boys, I promise, baby.

Au revoir.

(guns shooting)

(grenade exploding)

(speaker voice muffled)

- Okay.

- This is as far as you go.

(exploding)

(Justin screaming)

- Oh shit.

(grenade exploding)

(exploding)

(men screaming)
(punching)

- Suck on this, sucker.

(exploding)

Sucker.

(tense music)

Shit.

(men shouting)

- Hey you!

(speaking in foreign language)

(man grunting)

(guns shooting)

(exploding)

(phone ringing)

- Willis.

Yeah.

Shit.

Any units in the area?

Okay, yeah, we're about 12
minutes away from there.

Yeah, yeah, okay, right.

- Who was it?

- That was your boy Briggs,

he said some shit's going
down at the warehouse.

- Want your burger?

You know where this place is?

- Yeah, it's the old warehouse,

we've made a few busts there.

Cocaine.

- Think it's our boy?

- Bombs, destruction,
bullets going off,

oh yeah, that's him.

We gotta get there first.

- Death and destruction,
I'm with it.

You sure you don't
want your burger?

- Mr. Watson, sorry to wake you,

but it's time to pull a little
Cain and Abel on your ass.

(gun shooting)

- Psst.
- Justin, help me.

- Alright, just stay there,
I'm coming, stay there.

(ominous music)

- Sounds like all kinds of hell
is breaking loose in there.

- Sounds like something's
going on in there.

- You ready?

- I told you, I'm
not afraid to die.

- You should be.

(grunting)
(punching)

(guns shooting)

- You son of a bitch!

- You alright, you alright?

- Yeah.

Wait, wait, come on, we
gotta go, we gotta go.

- I'll shoot 'em
when I get back.

(tense music)

- [Justin] Let her go.

- I don't think so.

- Diana, are you okay?

- Oh, I assure you
she's quite fine.

Not as good as she used to be,

but then again her taste
used to be better as well.

Did you bring my money?

I thought this might happen.

So I invited some
friends of mine along

to act as personal arbitrators.

(men vocalizing)

(intense music)

(suspenseful music)

(explosive firing)

- Damn man, you alright?

Get up man, go!

You alright, man?

(guns shooting)

I'll call for some backup.

(speaker voice muffled)

You alright?

- See you later, sucker!

Justin, Justin, Justin!

- Fucking bitch.

Fucking little bitch.

(gun shooting)

- Had enough, Mr. Sharpe?

- I can't believe I got
dropped by a beautiful woman.

- Believe it.

(wall smashing)

- Well now that the
preliminaries are over

we can get to the main event.

- Hey man, I just wanna know
why did you do this to me?

- I'll tell you why.

You come, you try and
take over my movie,

you didn't know your place

and I thought I'd
show it to you.

- I mean you had me kill people,

like it was a
movie or something.

- Yeah, well you were one
gullible son of a bitch.

You know, I needed
your limited skills

and the fact you were unknown,

those guys didn't even
know what hit 'em.

Fucking Watson thinks
he's so fucking smart.

I took him down, baby.

And with a punk like you.

Think you were good
with those amateurs?

Well now you get the master.

You think you can
deal with me, Sharpe?

You never fucking dealt
with anybody like me before.

That's why I had you fired
and rehired and fired again.

- We'll see, motherfucker.

(speaker voice muffled)

- You like the taste
of that, do ya, huh?

There's plenty more where
that came from, baby.

Come on, come on, come on.

- That was good,
man, that was good.

But play time's over, baby.

(Rick shouting)

(intense music)

- Mr. Sharpe, how you doing?

You know, I got a few
friends I brought along.

I hope you don't mind.

You know, this has been
the best day of my life.

First of all, I got
to kill my boss today.

Felt real good, he was a prick.

Then I found the money.

Now I've got the girl.

The only thing that's
gonna make me happier

is when they kill you.

Oh, by the way, before
I did kill the boss

he told me to get this
little son of a bitch.

I'm talking to you, back up!

And the last thing the boss
told me to do was kill you.

I got the money, I
really don't have to,

but I like following orders.

(mumbling)

- Fuck Watson, you
can keep the money.

I'll put you in my
next picture, man.

- All good, but I don't
work with B-grade actors.

(gun shooting)

After you kill that
sorry, Mr. Sharpe,

I'm sorry, Mr. Sharpe.

Be sure and make it
look like he killed

that lousy no good actor.

You don't mind that, do you?

Oh, what a present.

Let me tell you what,
this is a wonderful day.

Say goodbye to her,
kill the bastard.

- Got it, boss.

- Which one of us?

Which one of us is
gonna take him out?

- Luke, you go ahead,
you take him out.

- What you say my name for, man?

- Just take him out, Luke.

- Quit saying my name!

(shouting)

- You take him out.

- How about I take all
of us out, motherfuckers?

- Bullshit, he
ain't gonna do it.

He ain't gonna do it.
- He's not gonna do it.

- Fuck it.

- The hell you doing!

(grenade exploding)

- Oh man, you just ruined
a perfectly good day.

Little fucker!

(men kicking)

(siren wailing)

- [Cop] Freeze, Justin!

Don't do it.

We know you're innocent.

We saw the tape.

(laughing)

(police radio chattering)

(upbeat music)

(lyrics muffled)