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Length: 104 minutes
Released: 11th September 1996
Rating: 6.2 out of 10 from 271 users
MPAA Rating: R – Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. Contains some adult material. Parents are encouraged to learn more about the film before young children see or hear it.
Language: English
Director: John Herzfeld
Creator: John Herzfeld
Actors: Danny Aiello, Jeff Daniels, Teri Hatcher, Charlize Theron, James Spader,
TagLine: You have one minute to decide the rest of your life.
2 Days in the Valley (1996) Trailer
2 Days in the Valley (1996) - Trailer
On the day it happened, two vice cops
were doing their duty.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
A woman was living on the edge.
I've never done that before.
An art dealer was falling apart.
And the director was ready to call it
quits.
But a murder...
Would you let him sit up?
...was one way...
...to get comfortable.
Help!
Help!
He's dead, and I need to call the
police.
Lady, we are the police.
This is where you get out.
You always stand, right?
You killed him.
A story of intrigue.
What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
Greed.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know where to get our money.
Surgery.
You don't have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction, but don't
take it as an insult.
Coincidence?
My partner and I discovered this crime scene
this morning.
I think that Becky Fox might be in
on this.
Really?
Ten people in LA.
One moment in time.
Time's up.
Two days in the Valley.
were doing their duty.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
A woman was living on the edge.
I've never done that before.
An art dealer was falling apart.
And the director was ready to call it
quits.
But a murder...
Would you let him sit up?
...was one way...
...to get comfortable.
Help!
Help!
He's dead, and I need to call the
police.
Lady, we are the police.
This is where you get out.
You always stand, right?
You killed him.
A story of intrigue.
What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
Greed.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know where to get our money.
Surgery.
You don't have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction, but don't
take it as an insult.
Coincidence?
My partner and I discovered this crime scene
this morning.
I think that Becky Fox might be in
on this.
Really?
Ten people in LA.
One moment in time.
Time's up.
Two days in the Valley.
Review for 2 Days in the Valley (1996)
The Movie
2 Days in the Valley weaves multiple storylines together in a crime-filled setting. The film follows hitmen, police officers, and ordinary people caught in dangerous situations over two chaotic days.
The structure resembles Pulp Fiction, with intersecting characters and dark humour. Tension builds as the connections between them unravel.
Violence erupts unexpectedly, keeping you on edge. The mix of crime and comedy makes it unpredictable.
Do all the storylines work equally well? Some feel more engaging than others, but each adds to the larger picture.
The Characters & Performances
- James Spader (Lee Woods) plays a cold, ruthless hitman. He exudes menace in every scene. Compared to his roles in Sex, Lies, and Videotape and The Blacklist, this is one of his most chilling performances.
- Danny Aiello (Dosmo Pizzo) brings warmth to a struggling hitman looking for redemption. He stands out in a film full of morally grey characters. His work in Do the Right Thing showed his range, and he brings the same depth here.
- Charlize Theron (Helga Svelgen) makes a strong impression in one of her earliest roles. She plays a dangerous femme fatale with confidence. Later, she would take on even more intense roles in Monster and Mad Max: Fury Road.
- Jeff Daniels (Detective Creighton) plays a burned-out cop with a short temper. It departs from his comedic roles in Dumb and Dumber and The Squid and the Whale. His performance adds tension to the film.
- Teri Hatcher (Becky Foxx) plays a struggling actress caught in the chaos. She brings emotional weight to the role. Compared to her work in Lois & Clark and Desperate Housewives, this role shows her dramatic side.
Each character feels distinct, adding layers to the film’s web of crime and deception.
Cinematography
- The film captures Los Angeles with a gritty, sun-soaked look.
- Dark interiors contrast with the bright California landscape, enhancing the tension.
- Camera work keeps action scenes engaging without overcomplicating them.
Direction
- John Herzfeld balances crime, drama, and humour effectively.
- He keeps the pace steady, ensuring each storyline gets time to develop.
- The tone shifts between intense and comedic moments without feeling forced.
Script
- The dialogue is sharp and often darkly funny.
- Each character has a unique voice, making interactions engaging.
- Some plot threads wrap up neatly, while others feel slightly underdeveloped.
Final Thoughts
2 Days in the Valley delivers an engaging crime story with a strong cast. The mix of violence, humour, and tension keeps you invested.
This is worth watching if you like interconnected crime stories with morally complex characters.
Audio for 2 Days in the Valley (1996)
Audio and Transcript
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2 Days in the Valley (1996) - Audio
( slow jazz theme playing )
( lighter clicking )
( lighter clicks )
MAN: You know that first amount
of money you offered me,
you understand why I had to turn you down?
I make good money when I work.
Yeah, I know, where I live,
it doesn't look I'm that well off because...
Well, that's because I was gambling
and I was fuckin' sick
and I blew every dime I made
'cause I had the gambling habit.
But now, I'm trying to do the right thing.
Even though we never worked together,
I value this new relationship.
But I won't work for nothing.
Sure, I can use the money,
but I gotta be paid my quote.
You understand that, don't you?
How long since you've worked, Dosmo?
Hey...
you go through a little dry spell, what's it make?
It makes you stronger.
I'm okay.
I always knew I'd be back.
( woman whimpering over headphones )
What is it?
( woman continues whimpering )
Sounds like she's having a bad dream.
( gasps )
( hammock creaking )
Roy.
( thuds )
( Roy groans )
I'm on my knees, where you always wanted me to be.
I never wanted you on your knees, Roy.
What do I do next, beg or bark?
All right.
Come on the bed.
Go to sleep on this side.
( grunting )
My little worm. Don't call me that.
Oh, come on. But, you were my little worm.
Right? Huh?
God!
Come on.
Why did you come over?
Because it's our anniversary.
I kept thinking of all the good times.
So, you seeing someone?
No.
No one special.
How many girls are you seeing?
ROY ( over headphones ): No one.
Are you gonna try for '98?
WOMAN ( over headphones ): No...
DOSMO: What's so funny? He is.
WOMAN: Three Olympics and I never medaled.
I'm not putting myself through that.
What's going on?
He's trying to screw her.
He's in her bed?
ROY: If you don't go, maybe I will,
because, when I saw you before I skated...
That's why I fell.
Tell me what the fuck's happening.
Oh, please!
Becky, Becky, I missed you.
That's why I came over here.
I missed you.
Why are you doing this?
What are you doing here?! You left me!
Yeah, but I think I made a mistake.
Who was the Norwegian bimbo in Lillehammer?
The one that you brought to watch me race?
Helga?
Did she distract you?
No! No, no. Not at all.
No. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw this giant Viking blonde with blue eyes,
oh, crawling all over you...
Didn't distract me in the least.
Blocked it right out of my mind
and came in fourth fucking again!
Well, at least you came in fourth!
Let's just go to sleep.
Ah!
( grunting )
No! Come on.
BECKY: No!
This is a destructive relationship!
I'm not starting it again!
ROY: Why am I getting turned on?
Huh?
( Roy continues indistinct )
( Becky screams )
My little worm, huh?
Go call your Viking playmate!
( crying )
Becky.
Becky, come on. Come on.
( crying ): No.
Becky, I think I'm still in love with you.
( crying ): Roy, stop. I do.
I mean it.
Stop it.
( crying )
I'll throw you out.
Good night.
( Roy sighs )
They're going back to sleep.
Let's go.
What the fuck happened?
Does every other word out of your mouth
have to be "fuck," Dosmo?
Is that the extent of your vocabulary?
Oh, it fuckin' bothers you?
I didn't fuckin' know.
( guitar driven theme playing )
Very quietly.
This ain't my first barbecue.
Now, you're sure she don't have a fuckin' dog?
Dosmo, a tough guy like you is afraid of dogs?
I ain't afraid of 'em.
They just don't like me.
I don't know what it is.
They always...growl at me.
( knocking at door ) ( barking )
( key rattling )
( dog barking )
Teddy?
( barking )
You don't have the rent.
Mm-mmm.
What would you do if you were me
and I hadn't paid the rent for four months?
I would evict me.
I don't wanna be an asshole, Teddy.
You're not an asshole, Evelyn.
I'll be gone tomorrow.
Where will you go?
Listen, there's one thing you could do.
I may be moving around for a while,
and...would you look after Bogey?
You're not giving him away?
No.
What about that agent you used to have
dinner with once a week?
Couldn't he advance you some money?
( sighs )
He doesn't return my calls.
( door opens )
( door closes )
( Bogey growling )
( water running )
( whimpers )
Okay, little man.
One last walk to the park.
( water faucet squeaks off )
( gun chamber clicks ) Bang.
( sighs )
When I do it, I'll load it first.
( Becky groans )
She out?
Yeah.
DOSMO: Okay, buddy, lay back.
I'm gonna take the gun out of your mouth,
and you're gonna be quiet, right?
Otherwise, I'm gonna have to pull the trigger.
Open up.
Ah, ah.
So I don't hurt the teeth.
( Roy gasping )
You mind if I smoke?
You have one minute to decide the rest of your life.
( ticking )
I'm gonna ask you three questions.
If you lie, you die.
Why don't you let him sit up?
( panting )
Get comfortable.
( clock ticking )
No?
All right.
47 seconds, first question.
You met her in Lillehammer.
Who'd she say she was?
ROY: Helga.
Helga Svelgen.
Did Becky know about your other business in Norway?
Does she know what you did there
besides fall down ice skating?
I don't know what you're talking about.
There's no sense in trying to protect Helga. She's dead.
26 seconds.
Helga's dead?!
( crying ): Oh, God!
Can I see that picture?
Will you shut your mouth
and let me finish?
This is the one not to get wrong.
Was Helga the one who approached you
on behalf of the North Koreans?
You have 16 seconds left.
( Roy panting )
I-I-I...
I don't-- I don't know
what you're talking about.
Yes or no. Was it Helga?
If you don't admit
that she was your contact in the next 10 seconds...
Nine,
( mouthing words ) eight,
seven, six,
five, four...
...three,
( gun chamber clicks ) two...
Okay!
( clock ticking )
( panting )
She was my contact.
( panting )
This thing isn't about a gambling debt?
( bang )
( British accent): Shit!
I just got a flat!
Can you believe it?
I'm on my way to a $300,000 commission
and I just got a fucking flat!
Call AAA right away. WOMAN: Yeah.
Send them to Ventura and Woodman.
Tell them to hurry. There'll be a big tip waiting.
Okay. Do you have enough cash?
Call Mr. Carnegie.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can.
Apologize. You know what to say.
Yes, I do-- And go to my house
and feed the dog. Okay, but--
Wait there until you hear from me, all right?
Listen, the thing is, I had plans tonight.
Oh, I just assumed you never have plans, Susan.
Shit!
( "Jungle Love" by The Time playing )
( groaning )
( grunting )
Aah!
( groaning )
Ooh.
Aah!
Ohh! Aah!
( horn honking ) Ohh! Ah!
( horn honks, tires screech )
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Get outta the street!
( groaning )
( horn honking )
( grunts )
( tires screech, horn honks )
Ohh! Ah!
Please, help me.
( continues groaning )
♪ Take you to my crib ♪
MAN: Ride that horse!
( horn honks )
( engine starts )
♪ I think I wanna know ya ♪
♪ Jungle love ♪
Hold it!
( groans )
( horn honks )
Bitch.
( groaning )
Stop. Stop!
( grunting )
That's my car!
He just stole my car!
( Bogey barking )
MAN: Teddy!
Teddy Peppers?
( dog barking )
Is that you?
Teddy, it's Ralph!
It's Ralph Crupi.
You know, I did three... I did three days' work
on that feature of yours called Lights Out?
Oh, yeah. I remember.
( laughing ): Boy, what a bomb that was.
Have you worked since?
Just... Just kidding.
Just kidding.
You know, that was one of two or three in a row for you.
I mean, flops, I mean, bombs--
I mean, so what happens now? You go back to TV?
You must be thinking that you're losing touch
with your audience or something.
You see...
God, those critics were cruel.
I don't think I've ever
read reviews that terrible for a movie. What happened?
I read the script. I thought it was a drama.
What was all that stuff with the elephant in the middle?
I know, I know! It's a long story.
The studio fucked you over.
( barking )
Hey, you still have the dog, the same dog.
You still have the terrier.
This is another one.
That one was hit by a car.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, I remember your wife
used to bring that other one around the set
when he was still a puppy.
Yeah. How is she, your wife?
She's an actress, right? We're divorced.
Oh, God!
I'm sorry, 'cause she is so pretty.
Well, look, I hope you get another chance soon.
Otherwise, I'll see you down in the unemployment line.
Just kidding.
( "You'll Be Mine" by The Crying Knobs begins )
♪ You're so sweet ♪
♪ You're so fine ♪
♪ How I wish ♪
♪ You were mine ♪
♪ Well, honey, I'll ♪
♪ Be your love ♪
♪ Or you'll be mine ♪
♪ You'll be mine ♪
♪ You're so nice ♪
♪ You're so true ♪
♪ I'm so glad ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Well, honey, I'll ♪
♪ Be your love ♪
♪ You'll be mine ♪
♪ You'll be Mine ♪
( soothing instrumental plays )
( man moaning )
WOMAN: Feel good?
Oh, yeah.
Feels great.
You live California?
No.
Chicago.
Here for vacation?
Mm-hmm.
Where are you from?
Vietnam.
Vietnam?
I thought this was a Japanese place.
Mother Vietnamese.
Father Japanese.
I am, how you say...
a mutt?
A mutt?
( laughs )
No, you are not a mutt.
You're a very beautiful girl.
Thank you.
Turn over, please.
Feel okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
( exhales )
I do softer this side.
Okay.
You like?
That feels very nice.
Ooh, you strong.
Nice body.
Ooh!
( chuckles )
Ooh, look at you. So big!
( chuckles )
All finished.
You're done?
You want something else?
Like what?
Well, what you want?
What could I get?
You be here before?
No. No, no.
I mean, oh, no,
I've been to massage parlors before,
but just not this one. You know?
Didn't this place just open?
You have nice eyes.
( laughs )
Oh, yeah. Yeah, just open.
What you want I do?
I'd like, uh...
( woman yelling in Vietnamese )
( speaking Vietnamese )
What's the... What's the matter?
I take too much time on you.
Next customer waiting.
What you want, I do.
Ha. You know, I should go. I...
I gotta go. I didn't realize the time.
I gotta meet somebody.
You want nothing else?
No. Thank you.
What happened? Nothing.
She didn't do anything.
Just a straight massage.
What?!
Maybe she made me as a cop.
What, are you trying to tell me
that that's a legitimate Japanese therapy studio?
No. I'm trying to tell you that nothing happened.
That place is definitely a hand job house,
and we're gonna raid it.
Every one of those slanty-eyed whores I am gonna
personally throw in the can
and make sure they're deported.
( engine starts )
( tires screeching )
MAN: Hey, Alvin, can I ask you a question?
You know, I hate it when people ask me
if they can ask a question.
You know, just ask it.
Why do you hate Asians so much?
I don't hate Asians.
I don't like whores.
( garbled radio transmission )
Hey, uh, Alvin--
Just ask it.
Okay. There are about a hundred
massage parlors in L.A., and for years
Vice hasn't bothered with any of them.
Why are we starting now?
'Cause this one's in the Valley.
All the others are downtown
or they're in Culver City or Santa Monica.
But this one is right in the Valley,
and there are gonna be no massage parlors in the Valley.
I was born two miles from here.
I own a house in Studio City.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
That fuckin' place
opened 4 weeks ago,
and it ain't gonna operate a day after today.
Does that answer your question?
Yeah.
Good.
DOSMO: I thought this was a thing out of New York.
I thought this was a bad guy who welched on a bet.
What was all this
shit about Koreans and spies?
You know...curiosity killed the cat.
Well, you're a real pisser, aren't you?
You like fuckin' with people's heads, don't you?
How did you find me?
I looked you up in the phone book
under "washout."
Oh, you know about that?
Look...I'm grateful for a chance at a...
at a comeback.
To tell you the truth,
you know what I was doing when you called?
Flipping pizzas at Polly's.
Who the fuck are you?
How come you know so much about me?
I know more about you than you know about yourself, Dumbo.
My name is Dosmo.
Dosmo Pizzo.
( "Cold" by Scott Reeder playing )
( turns off engine )
What do you know about me
that I don't know?
This is where you get out.
( groaning )
Ahh.
♪ Time is running out again ♪
♪ Time is running out again ♪
Have a little coke.
( beeping )
All done, honey?
What a buffoon.
Roy?
Dumbo the pizza man.
But Roy's dead, right? You killed him?
Why? Will you miss him?
Of course not.
You didn't enjoy yourself with him, did you?
Lee, don't we have to get out of here?
You definitely didn't sleep with Roy, right?
No. We're not gonna go through this again, are we?
What exactly did you do? Tell me once more.
We kissed. We necked. That's all, okay?
He didn't touch your breasts? No.
I'm just telling you,
if I found out you were lying, I'd go crazy.
♪ Higher mountain Makes me cold ♪
♪ Higher mountain makes Me cold ♪
Don't go crazy, okay?
Now, let's just go.
♪ Cold ♪
♪ Cold, cold ♪
( grunting and screaming )
Oh, fuck me!
( grunting )
( groaning )
( laughing )
( grunting )
Oh, yeah! Ahh.
( man and woman moaning throughout )
( car door slams )
I can walk by myself.
Let me help.
I don't need help, all right?
I'm not a cripple.
I'm just sore.
Hot and sore.
( car alarm chirps on )
It must be 110 fucking degrees.
What happened up there?
Oh. A car fire.
Some kids blew up a car up there, I think.
( splashing )
DOSMO: Oh, shit.
A fuckin' dog!
( grunting )
( groans )
A dog! Fuck!
( bees swarming )
Ow! Ow!
Do you have to follow a special diet now, too?
Yep. Mm-hmm, okay.
No more dairy products.
No red meat.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
No milk, no nuts, no coffee,
no tea, no chocolate.
No sex. Are you kidding?
And I've gotta drink at least three gallons of water a day.
I never want to be
without a glass of water in my hand.
I have to be constantly pouring water down my throat.
( muttering )
( keys jingling )
Where's the only joy of my life?
He was by the pool when I left.
You fed him last night?
Mmm.
Flavored his food with bacon?
Yes. Good girl.
Me or the dog?
The dog is a boy.
( groans )
Oh, shit!
Sorry. ( groans )
Ohh!
Open the door and let the air in.
And let Marc in.
Then I want you to call the hospital
and find out the name of the fag
who gave them his credit card for me.
I want to send him... Maybe a Chagal lithograph.
That's very generous.
Hey, I owe this guy.
( groans )
He might've saved my life.
You must still be sedated.
You never gave me a Chagal print,
and I've worked for you for eight years.
Susan, if you wanted,
I could give you something better.
What?
You know, with a little surgery,
you don't have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction,
but don't take it as an insult.
You know how much I like you.
I'll let your dog in.
If you fixed yourself up,
you might meet a man.
( sighs )
Hello, Audrey?
It's me, your kidney stone-less half-brother.
That's right. I had them last night.
Did Mom ever have kidney stones?
The urologist wants to know.
If you're checking your machine
before you leave work, just come on by.
I need a nurse.
Susan!
Susan, don't be so sensitive!
( groans )
Christ!
( groans )
For God's sake, Susan, come back inside.
( groaning )
( Marc whimpers )
( barking )
Call him off!
Who are you?
( barks ) Call your fuckin' dog off.
Marc!
( whimpers )
Come here!
( barks )
Marc! Heel!
( barks ) Call him off!
He's not vicious. He just wants to fetch.
He's waiting for you to throw the gun.
I'm telling you,
you better get over here
and drag him away or I'll shoot him.
And then, I'll shoot the both of you, too.
Do you have something to do
with that car that blew up on Mulholland?
I was supposed to be in the car.
And there's a man that's gonna come
looking for me,
a man who wants to finish the job he botched.
( whines )
I'd like to borrow the keys to your car.
Give him the keys.
( Marc barks and whines )
( groans )
I'm going to pull him away.
( barks )
Good idea.
Prick fuck. ( barks )
Fuck prick. Fuck you.
( barks )
God, are you ugly.
( whimpers ) Heel, heel.
( Marc barking )
Do I know you?
Me? You look familiar.
Susan, let him get out of here.
Susan what? Parish.
But I changed it from Paluzzo.
Paluzzo's a beautiful name. You shouldn't have changed it.
( hums )
You got a smoke?
No. No, I-I don't smoke.
Look, I'm not a thief, but I need money.
I lost my wallet.
No, not yours. His.
Mmm!
All I have is about $40.
( whines )
SUSAN: It's crooked.
Paluzzo?
( sirens wailing )
( sirens approaching )
Shit! Shit!
Leave that dog outside.
You two come in. Shut the door!
Have you got anything to eat in this place?
I'm fuckin' starvin'.
You got any pasta here? Any marinara sauce?
Any...any garlic?
Look, why don't you just go.
Take the car and leave.
( barking )
You want us to cook for you?
No. No.
I'll cook.
( clock ticking )
LEE: You know, people don't realize
how important a minute is.
So much life revolves around a single minute.
You have a minute egg,
a minute waltz, minute rice.
People are always demanding you give 'em a minute.
Nobody realizes how valuable it is
until they only have one left.
( laughing )
Wait.
Just stand there a minute.
( click, ticking )
I just wanna look at you.
( chuckles )
God definitely broke the mold
after you, baby.
Tell that to my modeling agency.
Tell them yourself.
You're not too tall.
It's the world that's too short.
( moans )
God, you are beautiful.
Ohh.
Oh, man.
You know, when I asked Roy...
if you were the one who approached him
on behalf of the North Koreans,
and he had 16 seconds to answer...
I think he wet his bed.
( chuckles )
Why did you go through that ridiculous story?
Just to torture him?
Sometimes I really think you should have been born
during the Spanish Inquisition.
Your minute is up.
Lee Woods, minuteman.
Lay back.
Don't put your hand around my throat.
I think you like it a little bit.
I don't.
It makes me not trust you.
You can trust me.
You can always trust me.
Just like I trusted you with Roy.
Which breast did he touch?
This one?
( crunching )
He didn't have to touch either one, the way it turned out.
( chuckles ) Why did you change your mind?
I thought the whole idea of me
having an affair with him was to lure him
into the desert where we'd kill him.
But I know why you did it at Becky's house.
Why?
You got jealous.
You let it get to you personally.
You've never done that before.
I guess I must really be in love with you.
( moaning )
( operatic theme playing throughout )
You got any rapini?
What is that?
It's an Italian vegetable, like broccoli.
He doesn't have any.
I do all the shopping for him.
You oughta keep some in the house. It's good for you.
It's got a ton of vitamins and minerals.
Prevents cancer.
I eat it on a daily basis.
Ahh.
What are your pants stained with?
Oh, yeah.
I gotta borrow a change of clothes.
Why was that car you were in blown up?
Why does that man want to kill you?
What were you two involved in?
You think I'm gonna tell you?
He doesn't know.
You don't know why that man tried to kill you, do you?
You're a pretty smart cookie, aren't you?
Anybody in your family connected?
No, I'm not from New York. I grew up in Reseda.
Well...
We got people out here.
We got people everywhere.
( water pouring )
You guys are hungry, right?
Well, I could eat.
DOSMO: Well, sit down.
It's almost ready.
Don't do that!
You sit in the chair.
He's sitting on the floor.
He's a rude little shit and that's his punishment.
I heard the comments you made before,
while I was by the pool,
If you aren't injured,
you'd catch a beating.
And don't you listen to any of that
plastic surgery bullshit.
You're a very attractive woman.
Don't you change a thing about yourself.
Fuck, no! You don't need a nose job!
Good. Because she already had one.
Aah!
Oh, shit! ( barking )
DOSMO: Get down on the floor.
Please don't hurt him.
By your window.
By your dog!
He doesn't mean anything by it.
It's just part of his nature to be cruel.
Don't take any offense.
Look, from now on, as long as I'm here,
you don't make no more apologies for him.
That's the new rule. Okay?
Okay?
( barking )
Okay.
As a matter of fact,
you don't make no apologies
for nobody in your life,
including yourself.
Do you mind serving?
Ohh.
Huh?
Huh?
( grunting )
Oh, my.
Ohh, ohh, ohh!
My God!
Ohh!
Aah. Oh, God!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
ALVIN: Remember, you gotta have her on tape propositioning you.
You just keep that earring facing toward her.
You gotta negotiate a price.
And be specific.
How much for a hand job? How much for a blow job?
If you don't get it on tape,
the D.A. won't prosecute.
This goddamn fucking air conditioner!
Hottest day in the fuckin' Valley and it breaks.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You don't look like you're into this.
What, I'm supposed to be jumping up and down
all excited about busting a massage parlor?
You really think that closing down this place
is gonna have a major impact
on your precious Valley?
Hey, these people spread disease.
Oh, Jesus. Why am I justifying your job to you?
What the hell did you think you were gonna do
when you transferred to Vice?
You wanna know what I think?
I was in that massage parlor,
and I liked that girl. Yeah.
This sweet kid.
Woman who runs the place probably gave her a ticket,
brought her over from someplace,
she's working to pay off her debt. Whatever.
She is a dickhead.
I agree we should bust her. Absolutely.
But not this kid. Come on.
She's just a victim of circumstance.
You're a fuckin' bleedin' heart liberal.
No, I'm not.
I'm not. I'm just-- I'm fed up.
I joined the force to get into Homicide,
to bust people who commit murder.
I wanna be a detective,
but I can't seem to make it happen.
I can't seem to get promoted into Homicide.
So, I keep transferring around from Robbery
to Bunko to Forgery to Vice.
I've spent ten fuckin' years bangin' around
and I'm not doing what I wanna do.
( brakes squeal )
You ain't goin' in there.
You ain't gonna make this bust happen.
You're gonna fuck it up.
You're right.
I'm not goin' in there.
24-10. This is AC-6.
We got a problem.
We are not going forward.
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help!
BECKY: Help!
Help. He--he's dead.
Somebody killed him.
Do...do you have a car phone?
I need to call the police.
( Becky crying )
Lady, we are the police.
Bogey.
Come here.
( "Nobody Knows Me" by Lyle Lovett playing )
♪ I like cream in my coffee ♪
♪ And I like to sleep Late on Sunday ♪
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
♪ And I like eggs over easy ♪
♪ With flour tortillas ♪
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
( barking )
♪ And nobody holds me ♪
( barking )
Shut up.
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
Shut up!
Somebody will find you!
Somebody will take you!
I'm sorry, Bogey. I'm sorry, sweetheart.
You're a good boy.
You're the best boy. You're the best boy.
You'll have a nice house--everything.
Somebody will find you, sweetie.
Give me a kiss. Give papa a kiss.
Give Teddy a kiss.
♪ South of the border ♪
( Bogey whines )
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
( car approaching )
♪ And she cried, man, How could you do it? ♪
♪ And I swore that there ♪
♪ There weren't nothin' to it ♪
♪ But nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
Hi, Jamie.
How you doing?
Yeah.
( barks )
Shh. Shh. Shh.
I'll miss you.
Like always.
( blows kiss )
( barks )
Bogey, come on.
Excuse me!
Miss?
Excuse me.
I was wondering if, perhaps,
you might be interested in a dog?
I have to move,
and they don't allow pets where I'm going.
Then don't move.
Well, no, no. It's actually--
It's more complicated than that.
I have to leave the country.
Oh, boy, it's hot today, isn't it?
I just came here from the Valley.
It's hell over there.
Anyway, the reason I stopped you is,
you being a nurse,
I thought perhaps one of the patients
at the hospital that you work at
might be interested in a companion.
What do you do?
I'm a writer-director.
Do you make war movies?
War movies?
Yeah. You like war movies?
Yeah. They're my favorites.
No, I never made a war movie,
though there's probably a lot
of great stories in this cemetery.
My mother was a nurse in World War II.
Mmm.
Did you lose a family member in a war?
I lost a friend.
Well, would I have seen something you've done?
I mean, I don't just see war movies.
Arthur's Last Hope.
It was a TV movie.
Did you see that?
No, I didn't.
But I think I heard of it.
What else have you done?
Something...called Lights Out.
Lights Out? You did that?
You saw it?
Yes. I did.
It was very funny.
Of course, I was the only one laughing, but yeah.
Were you the only one in the theater?
Well, I still liked it,
especially the part with the elephant.
That was so unexpected.
I'm very impressed.
( laughing )
Ohh, what's his name? Bogey.
Mmm. I know it's trite.
No, no, no. Humphrey Bogart made two great war movies:
Across the Pacific and Tokyo--
Tokyo Joe.
Yeah.
All right. I'll take him.
You will? ( Bogey whines )
Are you sure you can't postpone this trip?
No. Here.
Okay. Take him.
( Bogey whines )
Thanks.
Take it easy.
Okay.
( engine starts )
( Bogey whimpers )
Bye, Bogey.
( Bogey whimpers and barks )
Come here!
Huh?!
Come here! I'm gonna introduce you.
Come on!
Introduce me to who?
I'm gonna introduce you to the fella
that I'm gonna give the dog to.
That way, you'll feel better.
It's my brother.
Come on. ( Bogey barks )
All right. Okay.
Bogey, we're gonna go for a ride with the lady.
Got a puppy that swims.
What's your name?
Teddy. Teddy Peppers.
Audrey.
Hi, Audrey.
Uh, thanks.
( operatic theme playing throughout )
Ain't you gonna eat?
Not unless Mr. Hopper does,
and he won't eat unless he sits at the table.
What's the matter with these forks?
What kind of forks do these people have?
You're the loyal type, huh?
I'm Italian.
All right.
Get up.
No.
Bring the plate.
Get up.
Get up, up, up.
Come on. Sit down.
( doorbell rings )
Are you expecting somebody?
It's my half-sister.
Get rid of her!
She won't leave.
She's coming by to see if I'm okay.
She's a nurse.
( barking )
She's got a man with her.
He's holding a dog.
Another fuckin' dog?!
( tires screeching )
I can't go in there!
( sobbing )
Okay, all right. You're all right.
You just wait here. Okay? You just wait here.
We're gonna take a quick look inside.
What's the matter?
I'm really sore right here.
Ohh.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Look at that!
I'm black and blue there! I'm bruised!
Looks like a little-- What is that?
A prick from an injection or a needle.
An injection? What kind of injection?
I don't know, Miss Foxx.
Miss Foxx, you're all right. Okay?
You wait here. We'll be right out.
We'll take you down to the station
and have a doctor look at that. All right?
Try and remain calm.
Breathe.
( groaning )
Jesus Christ.
Shot him point blank in the head.
Don't touch anything.
I wasn't going to. All right?
Let's go. Hold on.
No. We're not wasting our time here.
I would like to have a look around.
No. We're gonna let Homicide do it.
You fuck anything up in this crime scene,
the defense will use it against the prosecution
when they catch the fuck that did this.
Come on, Wesley.
Let's go. Don't be putting your hand on me.
Get downstairs.
Get your fuckin' hand off of me.
Keep pushing me. What?
Keep pushing me. What?
Keep pushing me.
What are you fighting about?
WES: Uhh... Oh, God.
Miss Foxx...
where exactly were you when this happened?
I was lying right next to him.
I mean, I think that I was.
You...you think?
I don't remember anything.
I mean, we were sleeping last night,
and...he's my ex-husband,
and we fell asleep,
and when I woke up, he was...
Roy was lying-- Oh, God.
Oh, God. Roy, Roy. Okay.
I'm a little confused here.
You say you were sleeping next to him all night,
but you didn't hear a shot?
Maybe that's what the injection was.
You know, he stuck it in her and then used the silencer.
Oh, God! Who would do this?
Do you know anyone that might--
No! Why don't we take this downstairs?
WES: Miss Foxx?
Come on.
Miss Foxx, do you smoke? No.
Did your ex-husband?
No. Why?
Do you have any friends that smoke?
I don't allow smoking in my house.
Why are you asking me that?
Because I found this in your bedroom.
Where was it?
On the floor, behind the clothes hamper.
It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them.
Put it back where you found it, you idiot.
What?
That evidence might be part of the crime,
and you're moving it around the house?
Put it back!
All right. It's back.
Could we just get outta here?
Yes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Did you hear that?
She said it belonged to "them."
What?
She said it must have belonged to "them."
What are you talking about?
I held up the smokes
and she said, "It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them."
Why would she say "them"?
It's just a figure of speech.
Like when you find your car stolen,
you say, "They stole it."
or if someone breaks into your house,
you say, "They robbed me."
it's just a figure of speech.
Your wannabe detective brain
is working overtime.
Can you just wait a few minutes?
He'll be right down. Oh, I'll go up.
No, no, no, no. He wanted you to wait.
Susan, why are you acting so strange?
Oh, I'm not acting strange.
Um, I don't, I don't,
I don't think Allan's going to want another dog.
But where's the swimming puppy?
Can we let him in?
Um, let's just wait until Allan comes down.
Why don't you guys come over here and sit on the couch?
Just over here.
Do you want something to drink?
Ahh. I would love a scotch.
Sure. I think we've got some.
Is Glenlivet, all right?
Perfect.
Audrey?
I'm fine.
Susan, I'm wondering about you.
( chuckling )
That won't fit.
Why? Because it's an expensive suit?
It won't fit you.
Fuckin' liar!
Lie to me again, and I'll knock your teeth out!
It's a 44!
Some in there are 40 regulars.
Oh, yeah? Show me one!
Ow! Jesus!
They're at the cleaners.
But that suit's not gonna fit you.
I had the waist-- Oh, shit!
Look what you've done to my door!
I only-- Ow! Ow!
Ow!
I had to fix it last month!
Look, that suit's not going to fit you!
I had the waist custom-tailored!
I have a 32-inch waist!
Aah!
( gasping )
Oh, Jesus.
I'll fit into them.
( sobbing )
Ohh.
How do you get kidney stones?
Hmm?
Too much calcium or oxalate in your diet.
Oh, yeah?
One of the nurses thinks it's caused by stress.
Fuck, then I probably got 'em.
Ooh!
What do you got to be stressed out about?
A big house. All this money.
All this...this art.
It's all relative.
Oh, you're lonely.
It's tough being rich?
You can't find someone to love you
for who you are and not for your money?
Look, I wasn't born
with a silver spoon in my mouth.
I spent a large part of my childhood
being brought up in a trailer park.
My father abandoned us!
And my mother couldn't even afford
to send me to college!
I might be an asshole,
but I worked hard to become one.
Well, you've definitely achieved your goal.
How much do they pay you for a hit?
2,000? 5,000?
$5,000?
What do I look like, an amateur?
No. You look very professional.
WOMAN: So you'll be at this number,
Miss Foxx, if we need to get in touch?
Yeah. I'll be at my girlfriend's,
the one who's picking me up.
Okay, if you wanna go anywhere else,
you just let us know. Okay.
And don't worry.
When will they have, um, you know, my urine analyzed?
We should have the results by tomorrow morning--
MAN: Uh, could you help me out here?
Hey, hey, what did I tell you?
As the doctor said, we're almost certain
it was a sedative of some kind.
We're gonna find out who did this,
I promise you.
It's just all so weird.
There she is. There's my girlfriend.
Uh, Miss Foxx, did you have to go back
to your place for any reason?
No. No, I never want to go back there again.
And, uh, call me Becky.
Okay.
Uh, if you think of anything, Becky,
anything at all that you think might help us,
I want you to give me a call.
I'm putting my home number on the back here,
so you can call me anytime at all,
day or night.
Even if it's just to talk.
Thanks.
Okay?
You guys have been great.
You weren't coming on to her now, were you, Doug?
Now, what do you think?
She's one hell of an athlete.
I watched her compete on TV.
Did she ever medal?
I don't follow skiing.
No. She just missed.
Came in fourth in the last two Olympics.
How did it go?
How did it go?
How could you kill Roy in my house in my bed
with me sleeping next to him?
You were supposed to shoot him at his place.
We didn't tell you where we were gonna do it.
Lee told you he didn't want you to know
when or where it was gonna happen.
That way you're out of it. You can't be connected.
Can't be connected?!
I was three inches away from him!
That's exactly why they can't put it together.
Did Lee drop a pack of cigarettes?
Why?
Because they kept asking me about them.
Yes, they were planted.
Now, I'm not gonna tell you anything more,
'cause the less you know the better.
They asked you about them, you answered honestly.
You don't know anybody who smokes them.
That's the way it's supposed to go.
He knows what he's doing.
He's protecting you.
Were you there, too?
Where's the money?
Lee wants you to bring the money.
Well, we have a little problem there.
What problem?
It's in my house. In your house?
In a safe in the closet of my house!
Our $30,000 is in your closet? That's where it is.
You leave that kind of cash lying around?!
Don't yell at me!
DOSMO: You know,
I'm just curious...
This friend of yours who's buried
in the veteran cemetery...
I don't wanna talk about him.
Oh, I don't mean to be nosey.
I just know what it takes to get in there.
There's a lot of heroes buried in that place.
Was your friend a hero?
He wouldn't have considered himself one.
Did you lose him in Vietnam?
Yes.
Now, I don't really wanna talk about it anymore.
Okay. Next subject.
What are you gonna do?
I'm going to get our money.
It's time for us to say good-bye to California
and we'd like to take our money with us.
But those detectives are up at the house.
No problem. What are you gonna do?
I'm going to get our money.
Then Helga and I will
say good-bye until you get the check
from his insurance company.
Then you'll contact us, and we'll divide it in half.
Get packed. Have everything in the car, honey.
Okay, baby. I just wish I knew
you were gonna kill Roy in my house.
I would have wanted to discuss it.
I've already been through this with her.
Look, darlin', it's over.
There's no turnin' back.
Stay calm.
Follow the plan.
And everything will happen
as it should.
Is there-- What?
Is there someone else in on this?
Somebody I should know about?
No.
We're in this together.
Why don't you tell me the truth?
Why do you keep torturing me?
Oh, just tell her, Lee.
What's the difference?
All right.
Since you've been such a good sport,
let me put your mind at ease, so you can sleep at night.
Yes, there is another person involved.
He's going to take the fall,
but you don't have to worry about him talking
because he's already dead.
Everything will lead back
to this person and it will appear
as if he was hired to kill
your ex-husband because of a drug deal gone bad.
Now...
you know almost everything.
( laughing )
What else is there to know?
Becky.
Becky.
We have to keep some secrets from you, don't we?
In case you forget to call us when you get
that insurance check.
Exactly.
He's coming.
( barking )
All right. Everybody sit down.
AUDREY: What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
AUDREY: Well, who is he?
Well, he won't tell us his name,
but I know I know him from somewhere.
All right. Everybody shut up.
Now, didn't I tell you to sit down?
Be smart.
All right, here's the situation.
When it gets dark,
we're all gonna take a little ride.
Not me. I have to lay down!
Then you'll lay down in the trunk!
Going where?
You'll see when we get there.
Hey, I don't wanna shoot nobody,
but I will if it becomes a necessity.
If everybody behaves, nobody's gonna get hurt.
Miss Paluzzo, you're gonna drive.
Who's Paluzzo?
That-that's my real last name.
But how does he know?
ALLAN: She told him.
She's been with me for eight years,
and I never knew she even had another last name.
He meets her, and five seconds later
they're bosom buddies.
What are you doin'?
I'm just taking some notes.
He's a television writer.
Put the fuckin' pen down!
Could you talk a little slower?
Don't!
He thinks I'm fuckin' around.
You better tell him I'm not fuckin' around, Susan.
He's not fuckin' around.
"He's not..."
Give me back the pad! ( dogs barking )
Sit the fuck down! Give me that back.
Shut up!
Sit the fuck down!
Shut those fuckin' dogs up!
( barking continues )
♪ Down in the valley, ha ♪
♪ In the valley so low, whoa ♪
♪ Hang your head Over your shoulder ♪
♪ And you can hear The four winds blow, oh ♪
♪ Now can't you hear The wind blow my love, ha? ♪
♪ Can't you Hear the wind blow? ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Ha, ha? ♪
♪ We're down In the valley, ha ♪
♪ In the valley So low, now, ha ♪
♪ Now have you ever been Lonely, lo-lo-lo, ha? ♪
♪ Now have you ever been sad? ♪
♪ Did you ever really need Someone, oh, my? ♪
♪ Who didn't need a bed B-b-b-b-b-b-bed? ♪
♪ Ha, gotta, ha, gotta ♪
( brakes squeal )
♪ Help me, baby ♪
♪ Gotta get in the groove ♪
♪ So too much, ooh, yeah ♪
GOLFER: Fore!
MAN: Nice shot, Bob.
Bit of a slice there, but, uh...
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Gotcha, ha ♪
( ball crashes into window )
( glass breaking )
Goddamn it.
I've had it with you assholes.
That is the third time you've broken my fuckin' window!
Whoa! Whoa!
Get out from behind that tree.
Come out with your hands up! I'm a police officer!
It wasn't me, all right?
It...it was him! Walk out!
GOLFER: He did it. Where're you goin'?!
Walk out!
Okay, I'm comin'.
I'm comin'.
Don't shoot.
( club thuds )
Fuckin' hack.
( music begins )
♪ I'm never going back ♪
♪ Never going back to you ♪
♪ I'm never gonna see you again ♪
♪ I'm never gonna dig out Your picture ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Look you up someday ♪
♪ Life is very short ♪
♪ You don't love me anymore ♪
♪ So I'm never gonna See you again ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Write you a letter ♪
♪ Never gonna call you On the phone ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Drive by your house ♪
♪ I'm never gonna catch You coming outside ♪
♪ Never gonna walk up your walk And ring your bell ♪
♪ And feel you fall Into my arms ♪
♪ No, never gonna see you ♪
♪ Never gonna see you ♪
Son of a bitch.
♪ No, never gonna see You again ♪
Son of a bitch.
♪ You're gone for good ♪
( screaming ): Son of a bitch!
( dogs barking )
Aren't you and Lee engaged?
Yeah.
Why?
It doesn't bother him that you slept with Roy?
I didn't sleep with Roy.
And Lee believes that?
That you just, what, fooled around?
That really bothers you, doesn't it?
No, I'll tell you what bothers me,
that he's gonna walk in there
and murder those detectives.
And what do you care about them?
Look, Roy was one thing.
He was a shit.
He treated me like shit.
He was a rat.
He cheated on me our whole marriage.
And then he sued me for alimony.
I was paying him alimony.
Did you know that? I was paying him alimony.
No, I don't give a shit about Roy.
But those detectives, they were nice to me.
I don't want to be a part of them being killed.
Well, you know what?
You shouldn't have left our money in your closet.
Well, how was I supposed to know
you were gonna shoot Roy in my house?
Don't raise your voice at me.
Can't you call it off?
No!
Now, lower your voice, you little bitch.
What did you call me?
A bitch.
You know, Roy put up with a lot of shit, too.
You were never supportive of his career.
Yours always came first.
You made your husband feel like shit.
That's why he cheated on you.
He deserved alimony.
You liked him.
You really liked him.
Of course I liked him.
Roy was a likeable guy.
He knew how to treat a woman.
But then again,
how would you know?
You were never there.
You were always too busy training for your next event.
That's why your husband went to other women.
His little worm couldn't even satisfy him in bed.
What the hell are they doin' up there?
( thudding and screaming )
Eh, maybe that's how they make love in Tarzana.
( grunting )
Bitch.
Damn it. You want more?
No! No.
No! No!
( gunshot )
( Helga screams )
( squealing tires )
( horn honking ) ( car crashing )
You bitch!
WOMAN: Maybe she'll give you skiing lessons.
This girl is in great shape.
She oughta be. Look at all this equipment.
And her bedroom.
Think she's a little obsessed?
Hey, that's what it takes to win.
You gotta be obsessed.
I admire her.
She never won, but she keeps on trying.
Do you know what bothers me about all this?
This job is so clean, so professional.
But he leaves an empty cigarette pack.
I mean, I know we're Valley detectives,
so we're not all that bright.
But how stupid does he think we are?
Unless he doesn't care.
( creaking )
You hear something?
What?
I'm gonna check downstairs.
Carla?
( kissing sounds )
( knocking )
( knocking )
Hello?
Hello?
You guys up there?
Can I help you?
Hi. I'm, uh, Van Nuys Vice.
My partner and I discovered this crime scene this morning.
Right.
I hope you don't mind, I just...
I thought I'd drop by and see how things were going.
Well, we're kind of busy right now.
Right. Well, listen, I was just--
I was curious. You know that cigarette pack?
Did you find that?
Yes, I did. Good work.
Well, thank you.
Thanks.
It's interesting, actually.
When I asked Miss Foxx about it,
her response was,
"It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them."
What's your point?
I think that Becky Foxx might be in on this.
Really?
Yes, maybe she hired the hit men.
I know it sounds farfetched,
but she and the victim were recently divorced.
Maybe that's something to check in to.
Maybe the divorce was a messy thing.
I don't know, but the fact
that she said, "them," it bothers me.
What do you think?
Interesting.
It's reaching.
But worth consideration.
Listen, would you be willing to do a little legwork for us?
Absolutely. You name it.
Anything. What do you need?
I have to take a ride down to the station and see
if the lab has an I.D. print of the cigarette pack.
Maybe you wanna ride along?
We could talk along the way.
Maybe you could find out who the divorce lawyer was.
And, and I should check into the insurance policies.
Because, you know, a lot of times these couples,
they get divorced, and they don't bother
changing the beneficiaries
on their policies right away.
Good idea. Come on.
( Helga crying )
Lee!
Becky shot me.
That bitch shot me.
Lee, help me!
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
I don't think so.
( Dosmo groans)
What, are you kiddin'?
You think I wanna shoot you?
Go ahead. Shoot me.
Shoot me.
What are you, fuckin' crazy?
I think he's suicidal.
We all have our flaws.
You know, I had a bad feeling about you
right from the beginning. Um...
What if I shoot her, huh?
You harm one hair on her body, and I'll kill you!
And I'm not fuckin' around!
Point that gun somewhere else right this second
or I swear you'll be sorry.
You'll come with me?
If you give me your word, once we're safely
out of the Valley, you'll let everybody go.
How can you take this loser's word?
You can't believe him!
I'll take his word over yours.
It's been my experience, more often than not,
that a loser has more honor than a winner.
I give you my word.
Your word of honor?
You got it.
Come on, Bogey.
I'm telling you,
there's not enough room in the car.
Don't you start with me,
you little selfish prick,
because, you, I don't give a shit about.
Look, I can't go.
I'm in a lot of pain!
Doctors compare the pain
of passing a kidney stone to a woman
giving birth to a baby!
Bouncing in the car will hurt!
I've gotta take painkillers and lay down!
Tell him, Audrey! You're a nurse!
Make him understand!
He's out of pain now.
Let's go.
Audrey. Audrey, come on.
As soon as I'm out
of the Valley, I'll let you all go.
Look, I really didn't wanna have to hit him.
Well, you lost your temper.
Sometimes that happens. Yeah.
When I was a kid, once I got so mad
at my father 'cause he didn't come to my...
What didn't he come to?
To my piano recital.
I got so mad, I...
I set fire to his favorite chair.
Did you really? Mm-hmm.
Good for you.
What's your name?
Dosmo. Dosmo.
You still play the piano?
Nah, I gave it up.
Well, it's never too late to start again.
Okay, come on. Let's get the hell outta here.
You, in the back.
In the front.
( engine starting )
Am I dying?
Is Becky dead?
No.
She ran. I took a shot at her.
I don't know if I hit her.
Oh, Lee!
Lee, it hurts.
Please take me to a hospital.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
( thuds )
What are you doing?
This is a tough decision for me.
Decision?
What decision?
Honey, I love you.
There's no other way, baby.
I can't take you to a hospital.
You understand?
Give me a minute.
( breathing heavily )
You give everybody else a minute.
Maybe, maybe the wound's
not as bad as it looks.
No, you've lost too much blood.
You're definitely dying.
( crying )
I'm doing you a favor by finishing you off.
Honey, just tell me the truth.
I gotta know.
Did you sleep with Roy?
I'm dying.
How can you ask me that?
How can you ask me that now?
You're right. I'm sorry.
I gotta get outta here.
Just for the record,
I think you did sleep with him.
Goddamn automatics!
They always jam.
Hold on a second.
You don't mind if I borrow this, do you?
Hey, baby.
( Helga moaning )
Help!
SUSAN: Where we going?
I'm gonna drop everybody in Pasadena.
But then you're gonna go back to Brooklyn?
What's this?
( Bogey barks ) AUDREY: Stop the car.
DOSMO: Shut up.
SUSAN: Dosmo, what should I do?
Stop the car! Keep goin'!
I'm a nurse! I have to get out of the car!
DOSMO: Would you shut up and just--
TEDDY: Let her out of the car!
( Dosmo screams )
What happened? I don't know.
She just-- She came out of the bushes.
( Helga speaking Norwegian)
All right, it's okay. Try to relax.
Just try to relax.
That's it. You can hold onto my hand.
( speaking Norwegian )
That's it. Everything's gonna be okay.
( speaking Norwegian )
What kind of language is that?
TEDDY: Sounds Swedish.
( speaking Norwegian )
It's okay. Try to relax.
Everything's gonna be okay.
She's not gonna make it if we don't get some help.
Get out.
What's going on? I need the car.
I'm driving you.
Oh, thank you, Teddy.
There you go. ( engine starting )
Everything's gonna be okay.
All right. That's it.
Okay, try and breathe.
That's a girl. Just relax.
Get the fuck down! Down!
Get behind the car and stay there.
Stay the fuck down!
LEE: Go on.
Save him.
'Cause the next shot's gonna blow his brains out!
Who is he? I'm a police officer.
Stay where you are.
Do not jeopardize your safety for me.
DOSMO: Shoot a guy when he's down?
Where's your guts?
( Lee laughing )
You can save him!
Go get him!
Fuck him.
I'm comin' to get you!
Come get me, Dumbo.
Stay where you are. That's an order.
Aah! God!
You motherfuckin' cowardly prick!
( laughing )
Come get me, Dumbo.
( gunshot ) Aah!
Dosmo, don't! He'll kill you!
Boo!
Time's up.
( clicking )
( laughing )
You're a tricky son of a bitch.
You almost got away with it.
But that's your life, isn't it, Dosmo?
Almost, but not quite.
( gunshot )
SUSAN: Come on, Dosmo!
Dosmo! Hurry!
Go.
Go.
Thank you.
Thank you.
TEDDY: You want this?
Nah.
( engine starting )
( "Hello Sunshine" by Wilson Pickett playing )
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
♪ I'm so glad to see you Sunshine ♪
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
♪ It's been dark ♪
♪ For such a long time ♪
♪ I can't explain ♪
♪ What I've been through ♪
♪ Tried to live my life Without you ♪
♪ People say That I act so strange ♪
♪ But you've got the power ♪
♪ To make me change ♪
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
You know, you do know me.
From Polly's Pizza in Studio City.
You knew?
I realized it when you were cooking,
but I didn't wanna say anything.
I didn't wanna embarrass you.
( passing car honking )
( gasps and giggles)
You know...
This could be seed money
to open up a pizzeria in, uh, in Brooklyn.
Dosmo? What?
There's just one thing that bothers me.
It's been bothering me since we met.
Can I do something?
Don't get mad, just try it.
What?
Gimme that.
You look better without it. You really do.
Hey, look, don't ever do that again.
♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Ha, the valley so low, whoa ♪
♪ Hang your head Over your shoulder ♪
♪ And you can hear The four winds blow ♪
♪ Now can't you hear The wind blow, my love? ♪
♪ Can't you hear the wind blow Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ha ♪
♪ Ha, we're down In the valley ♪
♪ In the valley so low, now ♪
♪ Now, have you ever been Lonely, lo-lo-lo, ha? ♪
♪ Now have you ever been sad? ♪
♪ Did you ever really need Someone, oh, my ♪
♪ Who didn't need a bed, B-b-b-b-b-b-bed? ♪
♪ Ha, gotcha, ha ♪
♪ It was down in the valley ♪
♪ In the valley so low ♪
♪ It was when I held You so tight ♪
♪ I could never let you Go, go, go, go, go ♪
♪ I can't walk down, down, Down, down, down, down, down ♪
♪ In the valley so low ♪
♪ When I held my baby, you, so tight ♪
♪ How could I ever Let you go, now? ♪
♪ Ah, good God ♪
♪ Down in the valley, babe ♪
♪ Down in the valley, Babe ♪
♪ So low, so low ♪
♪ Can't go no further down, Down too much ♪
♪ Got to, groove it ♪
♪ Groove it, groove it ♪
♪ Gotta, we can't, we can't, we can't, we can't, we can't ♪
♪ We can't, we can't Go no further down ♪
♪ Got to, got to, Good golly mama we got to ♪
♪ Got to, whoo ♪
♪ Whoo, baby, whoo, baby ♪
♪ Too much ♪
( ad-libbing )
♪ We gotta, gotta keep on Keep on groovin' ♪
( "Cat Fight" by Anthony Marinelli playing )
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
( lighter clicking )
( lighter clicks )
MAN: You know that first amount
of money you offered me,
you understand why I had to turn you down?
I make good money when I work.
Yeah, I know, where I live,
it doesn't look I'm that well off because...
Well, that's because I was gambling
and I was fuckin' sick
and I blew every dime I made
'cause I had the gambling habit.
But now, I'm trying to do the right thing.
Even though we never worked together,
I value this new relationship.
But I won't work for nothing.
Sure, I can use the money,
but I gotta be paid my quote.
You understand that, don't you?
How long since you've worked, Dosmo?
Hey...
you go through a little dry spell, what's it make?
It makes you stronger.
I'm okay.
I always knew I'd be back.
( woman whimpering over headphones )
What is it?
( woman continues whimpering )
Sounds like she's having a bad dream.
( gasps )
( hammock creaking )
Roy.
( thuds )
( Roy groans )
I'm on my knees, where you always wanted me to be.
I never wanted you on your knees, Roy.
What do I do next, beg or bark?
All right.
Come on the bed.
Go to sleep on this side.
( grunting )
My little worm. Don't call me that.
Oh, come on. But, you were my little worm.
Right? Huh?
God!
Come on.
Why did you come over?
Because it's our anniversary.
I kept thinking of all the good times.
So, you seeing someone?
No.
No one special.
How many girls are you seeing?
ROY ( over headphones ): No one.
Are you gonna try for '98?
WOMAN ( over headphones ): No...
DOSMO: What's so funny? He is.
WOMAN: Three Olympics and I never medaled.
I'm not putting myself through that.
What's going on?
He's trying to screw her.
He's in her bed?
ROY: If you don't go, maybe I will,
because, when I saw you before I skated...
That's why I fell.
Tell me what the fuck's happening.
Oh, please!
Becky, Becky, I missed you.
That's why I came over here.
I missed you.
Why are you doing this?
What are you doing here?! You left me!
Yeah, but I think I made a mistake.
Who was the Norwegian bimbo in Lillehammer?
The one that you brought to watch me race?
Helga?
Did she distract you?
No! No, no. Not at all.
No. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw this giant Viking blonde with blue eyes,
oh, crawling all over you...
Didn't distract me in the least.
Blocked it right out of my mind
and came in fourth fucking again!
Well, at least you came in fourth!
Let's just go to sleep.
Ah!
( grunting )
No! Come on.
BECKY: No!
This is a destructive relationship!
I'm not starting it again!
ROY: Why am I getting turned on?
Huh?
( Roy continues indistinct )
( Becky screams )
My little worm, huh?
Go call your Viking playmate!
( crying )
Becky.
Becky, come on. Come on.
( crying ): No.
Becky, I think I'm still in love with you.
( crying ): Roy, stop. I do.
I mean it.
Stop it.
( crying )
I'll throw you out.
Good night.
( Roy sighs )
They're going back to sleep.
Let's go.
What the fuck happened?
Does every other word out of your mouth
have to be "fuck," Dosmo?
Is that the extent of your vocabulary?
Oh, it fuckin' bothers you?
I didn't fuckin' know.
( guitar driven theme playing )
Very quietly.
This ain't my first barbecue.
Now, you're sure she don't have a fuckin' dog?
Dosmo, a tough guy like you is afraid of dogs?
I ain't afraid of 'em.
They just don't like me.
I don't know what it is.
They always...growl at me.
( knocking at door ) ( barking )
( key rattling )
( dog barking )
Teddy?
( barking )
You don't have the rent.
Mm-mmm.
What would you do if you were me
and I hadn't paid the rent for four months?
I would evict me.
I don't wanna be an asshole, Teddy.
You're not an asshole, Evelyn.
I'll be gone tomorrow.
Where will you go?
Listen, there's one thing you could do.
I may be moving around for a while,
and...would you look after Bogey?
You're not giving him away?
No.
What about that agent you used to have
dinner with once a week?
Couldn't he advance you some money?
( sighs )
He doesn't return my calls.
( door opens )
( door closes )
( Bogey growling )
( water running )
( whimpers )
Okay, little man.
One last walk to the park.
( water faucet squeaks off )
( gun chamber clicks ) Bang.
( sighs )
When I do it, I'll load it first.
( Becky groans )
She out?
Yeah.
DOSMO: Okay, buddy, lay back.
I'm gonna take the gun out of your mouth,
and you're gonna be quiet, right?
Otherwise, I'm gonna have to pull the trigger.
Open up.
Ah, ah.
So I don't hurt the teeth.
( Roy gasping )
You mind if I smoke?
You have one minute to decide the rest of your life.
( ticking )
I'm gonna ask you three questions.
If you lie, you die.
Why don't you let him sit up?
( panting )
Get comfortable.
( clock ticking )
No?
All right.
47 seconds, first question.
You met her in Lillehammer.
Who'd she say she was?
ROY: Helga.
Helga Svelgen.
Did Becky know about your other business in Norway?
Does she know what you did there
besides fall down ice skating?
I don't know what you're talking about.
There's no sense in trying to protect Helga. She's dead.
26 seconds.
Helga's dead?!
( crying ): Oh, God!
Can I see that picture?
Will you shut your mouth
and let me finish?
This is the one not to get wrong.
Was Helga the one who approached you
on behalf of the North Koreans?
You have 16 seconds left.
( Roy panting )
I-I-I...
I don't-- I don't know
what you're talking about.
Yes or no. Was it Helga?
If you don't admit
that she was your contact in the next 10 seconds...
Nine,
( mouthing words ) eight,
seven, six,
five, four...
...three,
( gun chamber clicks ) two...
Okay!
( clock ticking )
( panting )
She was my contact.
( panting )
This thing isn't about a gambling debt?
( bang )
( British accent): Shit!
I just got a flat!
Can you believe it?
I'm on my way to a $300,000 commission
and I just got a fucking flat!
Call AAA right away. WOMAN: Yeah.
Send them to Ventura and Woodman.
Tell them to hurry. There'll be a big tip waiting.
Okay. Do you have enough cash?
Call Mr. Carnegie.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can.
Apologize. You know what to say.
Yes, I do-- And go to my house
and feed the dog. Okay, but--
Wait there until you hear from me, all right?
Listen, the thing is, I had plans tonight.
Oh, I just assumed you never have plans, Susan.
Shit!
( "Jungle Love" by The Time playing )
( groaning )
( grunting )
Aah!
( groaning )
Ooh.
Aah!
Ohh! Aah!
( horn honking ) Ohh! Ah!
( horn honks, tires screech )
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Get outta the street!
( groaning )
( horn honking )
( grunts )
( tires screech, horn honks )
Ohh! Ah!
Please, help me.
( continues groaning )
♪ Take you to my crib ♪
MAN: Ride that horse!
( horn honks )
( engine starts )
♪ I think I wanna know ya ♪
♪ Jungle love ♪
Hold it!
( groans )
( horn honks )
Bitch.
( groaning )
Stop. Stop!
( grunting )
That's my car!
He just stole my car!
( Bogey barking )
MAN: Teddy!
Teddy Peppers?
( dog barking )
Is that you?
Teddy, it's Ralph!
It's Ralph Crupi.
You know, I did three... I did three days' work
on that feature of yours called Lights Out?
Oh, yeah. I remember.
( laughing ): Boy, what a bomb that was.
Have you worked since?
Just... Just kidding.
Just kidding.
You know, that was one of two or three in a row for you.
I mean, flops, I mean, bombs--
I mean, so what happens now? You go back to TV?
You must be thinking that you're losing touch
with your audience or something.
You see...
God, those critics were cruel.
I don't think I've ever
read reviews that terrible for a movie. What happened?
I read the script. I thought it was a drama.
What was all that stuff with the elephant in the middle?
I know, I know! It's a long story.
The studio fucked you over.
( barking )
Hey, you still have the dog, the same dog.
You still have the terrier.
This is another one.
That one was hit by a car.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, I remember your wife
used to bring that other one around the set
when he was still a puppy.
Yeah. How is she, your wife?
She's an actress, right? We're divorced.
Oh, God!
I'm sorry, 'cause she is so pretty.
Well, look, I hope you get another chance soon.
Otherwise, I'll see you down in the unemployment line.
Just kidding.
( "You'll Be Mine" by The Crying Knobs begins )
♪ You're so sweet ♪
♪ You're so fine ♪
♪ How I wish ♪
♪ You were mine ♪
♪ Well, honey, I'll ♪
♪ Be your love ♪
♪ Or you'll be mine ♪
♪ You'll be mine ♪
♪ You're so nice ♪
♪ You're so true ♪
♪ I'm so glad ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Well, honey, I'll ♪
♪ Be your love ♪
♪ You'll be mine ♪
♪ You'll be Mine ♪
( soothing instrumental plays )
( man moaning )
WOMAN: Feel good?
Oh, yeah.
Feels great.
You live California?
No.
Chicago.
Here for vacation?
Mm-hmm.
Where are you from?
Vietnam.
Vietnam?
I thought this was a Japanese place.
Mother Vietnamese.
Father Japanese.
I am, how you say...
a mutt?
A mutt?
( laughs )
No, you are not a mutt.
You're a very beautiful girl.
Thank you.
Turn over, please.
Feel okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
( exhales )
I do softer this side.
Okay.
You like?
That feels very nice.
Ooh, you strong.
Nice body.
Ooh!
( chuckles )
Ooh, look at you. So big!
( chuckles )
All finished.
You're done?
You want something else?
Like what?
Well, what you want?
What could I get?
You be here before?
No. No, no.
I mean, oh, no,
I've been to massage parlors before,
but just not this one. You know?
Didn't this place just open?
You have nice eyes.
( laughs )
Oh, yeah. Yeah, just open.
What you want I do?
I'd like, uh...
( woman yelling in Vietnamese )
( speaking Vietnamese )
What's the... What's the matter?
I take too much time on you.
Next customer waiting.
What you want, I do.
Ha. You know, I should go. I...
I gotta go. I didn't realize the time.
I gotta meet somebody.
You want nothing else?
No. Thank you.
What happened? Nothing.
She didn't do anything.
Just a straight massage.
What?!
Maybe she made me as a cop.
What, are you trying to tell me
that that's a legitimate Japanese therapy studio?
No. I'm trying to tell you that nothing happened.
That place is definitely a hand job house,
and we're gonna raid it.
Every one of those slanty-eyed whores I am gonna
personally throw in the can
and make sure they're deported.
( engine starts )
( tires screeching )
MAN: Hey, Alvin, can I ask you a question?
You know, I hate it when people ask me
if they can ask a question.
You know, just ask it.
Why do you hate Asians so much?
I don't hate Asians.
I don't like whores.
( garbled radio transmission )
Hey, uh, Alvin--
Just ask it.
Okay. There are about a hundred
massage parlors in L.A., and for years
Vice hasn't bothered with any of them.
Why are we starting now?
'Cause this one's in the Valley.
All the others are downtown
or they're in Culver City or Santa Monica.
But this one is right in the Valley,
and there are gonna be no massage parlors in the Valley.
I was born two miles from here.
I own a house in Studio City.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
That fuckin' place
opened 4 weeks ago,
and it ain't gonna operate a day after today.
Does that answer your question?
Yeah.
Good.
DOSMO: I thought this was a thing out of New York.
I thought this was a bad guy who welched on a bet.
What was all this
shit about Koreans and spies?
You know...curiosity killed the cat.
Well, you're a real pisser, aren't you?
You like fuckin' with people's heads, don't you?
How did you find me?
I looked you up in the phone book
under "washout."
Oh, you know about that?
Look...I'm grateful for a chance at a...
at a comeback.
To tell you the truth,
you know what I was doing when you called?
Flipping pizzas at Polly's.
Who the fuck are you?
How come you know so much about me?
I know more about you than you know about yourself, Dumbo.
My name is Dosmo.
Dosmo Pizzo.
( "Cold" by Scott Reeder playing )
( turns off engine )
What do you know about me
that I don't know?
This is where you get out.
( groaning )
Ahh.
♪ Time is running out again ♪
♪ Time is running out again ♪
Have a little coke.
( beeping )
All done, honey?
What a buffoon.
Roy?
Dumbo the pizza man.
But Roy's dead, right? You killed him?
Why? Will you miss him?
Of course not.
You didn't enjoy yourself with him, did you?
Lee, don't we have to get out of here?
You definitely didn't sleep with Roy, right?
No. We're not gonna go through this again, are we?
What exactly did you do? Tell me once more.
We kissed. We necked. That's all, okay?
He didn't touch your breasts? No.
I'm just telling you,
if I found out you were lying, I'd go crazy.
♪ Higher mountain Makes me cold ♪
♪ Higher mountain makes Me cold ♪
Don't go crazy, okay?
Now, let's just go.
♪ Cold ♪
♪ Cold, cold ♪
( grunting and screaming )
Oh, fuck me!
( grunting )
( groaning )
( laughing )
( grunting )
Oh, yeah! Ahh.
( man and woman moaning throughout )
( car door slams )
I can walk by myself.
Let me help.
I don't need help, all right?
I'm not a cripple.
I'm just sore.
Hot and sore.
( car alarm chirps on )
It must be 110 fucking degrees.
What happened up there?
Oh. A car fire.
Some kids blew up a car up there, I think.
( splashing )
DOSMO: Oh, shit.
A fuckin' dog!
( grunting )
( groans )
A dog! Fuck!
( bees swarming )
Ow! Ow!
Do you have to follow a special diet now, too?
Yep. Mm-hmm, okay.
No more dairy products.
No red meat.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
No milk, no nuts, no coffee,
no tea, no chocolate.
No sex. Are you kidding?
And I've gotta drink at least three gallons of water a day.
I never want to be
without a glass of water in my hand.
I have to be constantly pouring water down my throat.
( muttering )
( keys jingling )
Where's the only joy of my life?
He was by the pool when I left.
You fed him last night?
Mmm.
Flavored his food with bacon?
Yes. Good girl.
Me or the dog?
The dog is a boy.
( groans )
Oh, shit!
Sorry. ( groans )
Ohh!
Open the door and let the air in.
And let Marc in.
Then I want you to call the hospital
and find out the name of the fag
who gave them his credit card for me.
I want to send him... Maybe a Chagal lithograph.
That's very generous.
Hey, I owe this guy.
( groans )
He might've saved my life.
You must still be sedated.
You never gave me a Chagal print,
and I've worked for you for eight years.
Susan, if you wanted,
I could give you something better.
What?
You know, with a little surgery,
you don't have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction,
but don't take it as an insult.
You know how much I like you.
I'll let your dog in.
If you fixed yourself up,
you might meet a man.
( sighs )
Hello, Audrey?
It's me, your kidney stone-less half-brother.
That's right. I had them last night.
Did Mom ever have kidney stones?
The urologist wants to know.
If you're checking your machine
before you leave work, just come on by.
I need a nurse.
Susan!
Susan, don't be so sensitive!
( groans )
Christ!
( groans )
For God's sake, Susan, come back inside.
( groaning )
( Marc whimpers )
( barking )
Call him off!
Who are you?
( barks ) Call your fuckin' dog off.
Marc!
( whimpers )
Come here!
( barks )
Marc! Heel!
( barks ) Call him off!
He's not vicious. He just wants to fetch.
He's waiting for you to throw the gun.
I'm telling you,
you better get over here
and drag him away or I'll shoot him.
And then, I'll shoot the both of you, too.
Do you have something to do
with that car that blew up on Mulholland?
I was supposed to be in the car.
And there's a man that's gonna come
looking for me,
a man who wants to finish the job he botched.
( whines )
I'd like to borrow the keys to your car.
Give him the keys.
( Marc barks and whines )
( groans )
I'm going to pull him away.
( barks )
Good idea.
Prick fuck. ( barks )
Fuck prick. Fuck you.
( barks )
God, are you ugly.
( whimpers ) Heel, heel.
( Marc barking )
Do I know you?
Me? You look familiar.
Susan, let him get out of here.
Susan what? Parish.
But I changed it from Paluzzo.
Paluzzo's a beautiful name. You shouldn't have changed it.
( hums )
You got a smoke?
No. No, I-I don't smoke.
Look, I'm not a thief, but I need money.
I lost my wallet.
No, not yours. His.
Mmm!
All I have is about $40.
( whines )
SUSAN: It's crooked.
Paluzzo?
( sirens wailing )
( sirens approaching )
Shit! Shit!
Leave that dog outside.
You two come in. Shut the door!
Have you got anything to eat in this place?
I'm fuckin' starvin'.
You got any pasta here? Any marinara sauce?
Any...any garlic?
Look, why don't you just go.
Take the car and leave.
( barking )
You want us to cook for you?
No. No.
I'll cook.
( clock ticking )
LEE: You know, people don't realize
how important a minute is.
So much life revolves around a single minute.
You have a minute egg,
a minute waltz, minute rice.
People are always demanding you give 'em a minute.
Nobody realizes how valuable it is
until they only have one left.
( laughing )
Wait.
Just stand there a minute.
( click, ticking )
I just wanna look at you.
( chuckles )
God definitely broke the mold
after you, baby.
Tell that to my modeling agency.
Tell them yourself.
You're not too tall.
It's the world that's too short.
( moans )
God, you are beautiful.
Ohh.
Oh, man.
You know, when I asked Roy...
if you were the one who approached him
on behalf of the North Koreans,
and he had 16 seconds to answer...
I think he wet his bed.
( chuckles )
Why did you go through that ridiculous story?
Just to torture him?
Sometimes I really think you should have been born
during the Spanish Inquisition.
Your minute is up.
Lee Woods, minuteman.
Lay back.
Don't put your hand around my throat.
I think you like it a little bit.
I don't.
It makes me not trust you.
You can trust me.
You can always trust me.
Just like I trusted you with Roy.
Which breast did he touch?
This one?
( crunching )
He didn't have to touch either one, the way it turned out.
( chuckles ) Why did you change your mind?
I thought the whole idea of me
having an affair with him was to lure him
into the desert where we'd kill him.
But I know why you did it at Becky's house.
Why?
You got jealous.
You let it get to you personally.
You've never done that before.
I guess I must really be in love with you.
( moaning )
( operatic theme playing throughout )
You got any rapini?
What is that?
It's an Italian vegetable, like broccoli.
He doesn't have any.
I do all the shopping for him.
You oughta keep some in the house. It's good for you.
It's got a ton of vitamins and minerals.
Prevents cancer.
I eat it on a daily basis.
Ahh.
What are your pants stained with?
Oh, yeah.
I gotta borrow a change of clothes.
Why was that car you were in blown up?
Why does that man want to kill you?
What were you two involved in?
You think I'm gonna tell you?
He doesn't know.
You don't know why that man tried to kill you, do you?
You're a pretty smart cookie, aren't you?
Anybody in your family connected?
No, I'm not from New York. I grew up in Reseda.
Well...
We got people out here.
We got people everywhere.
( water pouring )
You guys are hungry, right?
Well, I could eat.
DOSMO: Well, sit down.
It's almost ready.
Don't do that!
You sit in the chair.
He's sitting on the floor.
He's a rude little shit and that's his punishment.
I heard the comments you made before,
while I was by the pool,
If you aren't injured,
you'd catch a beating.
And don't you listen to any of that
plastic surgery bullshit.
You're a very attractive woman.
Don't you change a thing about yourself.
Fuck, no! You don't need a nose job!
Good. Because she already had one.
Aah!
Oh, shit! ( barking )
DOSMO: Get down on the floor.
Please don't hurt him.
By your window.
By your dog!
He doesn't mean anything by it.
It's just part of his nature to be cruel.
Don't take any offense.
Look, from now on, as long as I'm here,
you don't make no more apologies for him.
That's the new rule. Okay?
Okay?
( barking )
Okay.
As a matter of fact,
you don't make no apologies
for nobody in your life,
including yourself.
Do you mind serving?
Ohh.
Huh?
Huh?
( grunting )
Oh, my.
Ohh, ohh, ohh!
My God!
Ohh!
Aah. Oh, God!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
ALVIN: Remember, you gotta have her on tape propositioning you.
You just keep that earring facing toward her.
You gotta negotiate a price.
And be specific.
How much for a hand job? How much for a blow job?
If you don't get it on tape,
the D.A. won't prosecute.
This goddamn fucking air conditioner!
Hottest day in the fuckin' Valley and it breaks.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You don't look like you're into this.
What, I'm supposed to be jumping up and down
all excited about busting a massage parlor?
You really think that closing down this place
is gonna have a major impact
on your precious Valley?
Hey, these people spread disease.
Oh, Jesus. Why am I justifying your job to you?
What the hell did you think you were gonna do
when you transferred to Vice?
You wanna know what I think?
I was in that massage parlor,
and I liked that girl. Yeah.
This sweet kid.
Woman who runs the place probably gave her a ticket,
brought her over from someplace,
she's working to pay off her debt. Whatever.
She is a dickhead.
I agree we should bust her. Absolutely.
But not this kid. Come on.
She's just a victim of circumstance.
You're a fuckin' bleedin' heart liberal.
No, I'm not.
I'm not. I'm just-- I'm fed up.
I joined the force to get into Homicide,
to bust people who commit murder.
I wanna be a detective,
but I can't seem to make it happen.
I can't seem to get promoted into Homicide.
So, I keep transferring around from Robbery
to Bunko to Forgery to Vice.
I've spent ten fuckin' years bangin' around
and I'm not doing what I wanna do.
( brakes squeal )
You ain't goin' in there.
You ain't gonna make this bust happen.
You're gonna fuck it up.
You're right.
I'm not goin' in there.
24-10. This is AC-6.
We got a problem.
We are not going forward.
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help!
BECKY: Help!
Help. He--he's dead.
Somebody killed him.
Do...do you have a car phone?
I need to call the police.
( Becky crying )
Lady, we are the police.
Bogey.
Come here.
( "Nobody Knows Me" by Lyle Lovett playing )
♪ I like cream in my coffee ♪
♪ And I like to sleep Late on Sunday ♪
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
♪ And I like eggs over easy ♪
♪ With flour tortillas ♪
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
( barking )
♪ And nobody holds me ♪
( barking )
Shut up.
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
Shut up!
Somebody will find you!
Somebody will take you!
I'm sorry, Bogey. I'm sorry, sweetheart.
You're a good boy.
You're the best boy. You're the best boy.
You'll have a nice house--everything.
Somebody will find you, sweetie.
Give me a kiss. Give papa a kiss.
Give Teddy a kiss.
♪ South of the border ♪
( Bogey whines )
♪ And nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
( car approaching )
♪ And she cried, man, How could you do it? ♪
♪ And I swore that there ♪
♪ There weren't nothin' to it ♪
♪ But nobody knows me ♪
♪ Like my baby ♪
Hi, Jamie.
How you doing?
Yeah.
( barks )
Shh. Shh. Shh.
I'll miss you.
Like always.
( blows kiss )
( barks )
Bogey, come on.
Excuse me!
Miss?
Excuse me.
I was wondering if, perhaps,
you might be interested in a dog?
I have to move,
and they don't allow pets where I'm going.
Then don't move.
Well, no, no. It's actually--
It's more complicated than that.
I have to leave the country.
Oh, boy, it's hot today, isn't it?
I just came here from the Valley.
It's hell over there.
Anyway, the reason I stopped you is,
you being a nurse,
I thought perhaps one of the patients
at the hospital that you work at
might be interested in a companion.
What do you do?
I'm a writer-director.
Do you make war movies?
War movies?
Yeah. You like war movies?
Yeah. They're my favorites.
No, I never made a war movie,
though there's probably a lot
of great stories in this cemetery.
My mother was a nurse in World War II.
Mmm.
Did you lose a family member in a war?
I lost a friend.
Well, would I have seen something you've done?
I mean, I don't just see war movies.
Arthur's Last Hope.
It was a TV movie.
Did you see that?
No, I didn't.
But I think I heard of it.
What else have you done?
Something...called Lights Out.
Lights Out? You did that?
You saw it?
Yes. I did.
It was very funny.
Of course, I was the only one laughing, but yeah.
Were you the only one in the theater?
Well, I still liked it,
especially the part with the elephant.
That was so unexpected.
I'm very impressed.
( laughing )
Ohh, what's his name? Bogey.
Mmm. I know it's trite.
No, no, no. Humphrey Bogart made two great war movies:
Across the Pacific and Tokyo--
Tokyo Joe.
Yeah.
All right. I'll take him.
You will? ( Bogey whines )
Are you sure you can't postpone this trip?
No. Here.
Okay. Take him.
( Bogey whines )
Thanks.
Take it easy.
Okay.
( engine starts )
( Bogey whimpers )
Bye, Bogey.
( Bogey whimpers and barks )
Come here!
Huh?!
Come here! I'm gonna introduce you.
Come on!
Introduce me to who?
I'm gonna introduce you to the fella
that I'm gonna give the dog to.
That way, you'll feel better.
It's my brother.
Come on. ( Bogey barks )
All right. Okay.
Bogey, we're gonna go for a ride with the lady.
Got a puppy that swims.
What's your name?
Teddy. Teddy Peppers.
Audrey.
Hi, Audrey.
Uh, thanks.
( operatic theme playing throughout )
Ain't you gonna eat?
Not unless Mr. Hopper does,
and he won't eat unless he sits at the table.
What's the matter with these forks?
What kind of forks do these people have?
You're the loyal type, huh?
I'm Italian.
All right.
Get up.
No.
Bring the plate.
Get up.
Get up, up, up.
Come on. Sit down.
( doorbell rings )
Are you expecting somebody?
It's my half-sister.
Get rid of her!
She won't leave.
She's coming by to see if I'm okay.
She's a nurse.
( barking )
She's got a man with her.
He's holding a dog.
Another fuckin' dog?!
( tires screeching )
I can't go in there!
( sobbing )
Okay, all right. You're all right.
You just wait here. Okay? You just wait here.
We're gonna take a quick look inside.
What's the matter?
I'm really sore right here.
Ohh.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Look at that!
I'm black and blue there! I'm bruised!
Looks like a little-- What is that?
A prick from an injection or a needle.
An injection? What kind of injection?
I don't know, Miss Foxx.
Miss Foxx, you're all right. Okay?
You wait here. We'll be right out.
We'll take you down to the station
and have a doctor look at that. All right?
Try and remain calm.
Breathe.
( groaning )
Jesus Christ.
Shot him point blank in the head.
Don't touch anything.
I wasn't going to. All right?
Let's go. Hold on.
No. We're not wasting our time here.
I would like to have a look around.
No. We're gonna let Homicide do it.
You fuck anything up in this crime scene,
the defense will use it against the prosecution
when they catch the fuck that did this.
Come on, Wesley.
Let's go. Don't be putting your hand on me.
Get downstairs.
Get your fuckin' hand off of me.
Keep pushing me. What?
Keep pushing me. What?
Keep pushing me.
What are you fighting about?
WES: Uhh... Oh, God.
Miss Foxx...
where exactly were you when this happened?
I was lying right next to him.
I mean, I think that I was.
You...you think?
I don't remember anything.
I mean, we were sleeping last night,
and...he's my ex-husband,
and we fell asleep,
and when I woke up, he was...
Roy was lying-- Oh, God.
Oh, God. Roy, Roy. Okay.
I'm a little confused here.
You say you were sleeping next to him all night,
but you didn't hear a shot?
Maybe that's what the injection was.
You know, he stuck it in her and then used the silencer.
Oh, God! Who would do this?
Do you know anyone that might--
No! Why don't we take this downstairs?
WES: Miss Foxx?
Come on.
Miss Foxx, do you smoke? No.
Did your ex-husband?
No. Why?
Do you have any friends that smoke?
I don't allow smoking in my house.
Why are you asking me that?
Because I found this in your bedroom.
Where was it?
On the floor, behind the clothes hamper.
It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them.
Put it back where you found it, you idiot.
What?
That evidence might be part of the crime,
and you're moving it around the house?
Put it back!
All right. It's back.
Could we just get outta here?
Yes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Did you hear that?
She said it belonged to "them."
What?
She said it must have belonged to "them."
What are you talking about?
I held up the smokes
and she said, "It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them."
Why would she say "them"?
It's just a figure of speech.
Like when you find your car stolen,
you say, "They stole it."
or if someone breaks into your house,
you say, "They robbed me."
it's just a figure of speech.
Your wannabe detective brain
is working overtime.
Can you just wait a few minutes?
He'll be right down. Oh, I'll go up.
No, no, no, no. He wanted you to wait.
Susan, why are you acting so strange?
Oh, I'm not acting strange.
Um, I don't, I don't,
I don't think Allan's going to want another dog.
But where's the swimming puppy?
Can we let him in?
Um, let's just wait until Allan comes down.
Why don't you guys come over here and sit on the couch?
Just over here.
Do you want something to drink?
Ahh. I would love a scotch.
Sure. I think we've got some.
Is Glenlivet, all right?
Perfect.
Audrey?
I'm fine.
Susan, I'm wondering about you.
( chuckling )
That won't fit.
Why? Because it's an expensive suit?
It won't fit you.
Fuckin' liar!
Lie to me again, and I'll knock your teeth out!
It's a 44!
Some in there are 40 regulars.
Oh, yeah? Show me one!
Ow! Jesus!
They're at the cleaners.
But that suit's not gonna fit you.
I had the waist-- Oh, shit!
Look what you've done to my door!
I only-- Ow! Ow!
Ow!
I had to fix it last month!
Look, that suit's not going to fit you!
I had the waist custom-tailored!
I have a 32-inch waist!
Aah!
( gasping )
Oh, Jesus.
I'll fit into them.
( sobbing )
Ohh.
How do you get kidney stones?
Hmm?
Too much calcium or oxalate in your diet.
Oh, yeah?
One of the nurses thinks it's caused by stress.
Fuck, then I probably got 'em.
Ooh!
What do you got to be stressed out about?
A big house. All this money.
All this...this art.
It's all relative.
Oh, you're lonely.
It's tough being rich?
You can't find someone to love you
for who you are and not for your money?
Look, I wasn't born
with a silver spoon in my mouth.
I spent a large part of my childhood
being brought up in a trailer park.
My father abandoned us!
And my mother couldn't even afford
to send me to college!
I might be an asshole,
but I worked hard to become one.
Well, you've definitely achieved your goal.
How much do they pay you for a hit?
2,000? 5,000?
$5,000?
What do I look like, an amateur?
No. You look very professional.
WOMAN: So you'll be at this number,
Miss Foxx, if we need to get in touch?
Yeah. I'll be at my girlfriend's,
the one who's picking me up.
Okay, if you wanna go anywhere else,
you just let us know. Okay.
And don't worry.
When will they have, um, you know, my urine analyzed?
We should have the results by tomorrow morning--
MAN: Uh, could you help me out here?
Hey, hey, what did I tell you?
As the doctor said, we're almost certain
it was a sedative of some kind.
We're gonna find out who did this,
I promise you.
It's just all so weird.
There she is. There's my girlfriend.
Uh, Miss Foxx, did you have to go back
to your place for any reason?
No. No, I never want to go back there again.
And, uh, call me Becky.
Okay.
Uh, if you think of anything, Becky,
anything at all that you think might help us,
I want you to give me a call.
I'm putting my home number on the back here,
so you can call me anytime at all,
day or night.
Even if it's just to talk.
Thanks.
Okay?
You guys have been great.
You weren't coming on to her now, were you, Doug?
Now, what do you think?
She's one hell of an athlete.
I watched her compete on TV.
Did she ever medal?
I don't follow skiing.
No. She just missed.
Came in fourth in the last two Olympics.
How did it go?
How did it go?
How could you kill Roy in my house in my bed
with me sleeping next to him?
You were supposed to shoot him at his place.
We didn't tell you where we were gonna do it.
Lee told you he didn't want you to know
when or where it was gonna happen.
That way you're out of it. You can't be connected.
Can't be connected?!
I was three inches away from him!
That's exactly why they can't put it together.
Did Lee drop a pack of cigarettes?
Why?
Because they kept asking me about them.
Yes, they were planted.
Now, I'm not gonna tell you anything more,
'cause the less you know the better.
They asked you about them, you answered honestly.
You don't know anybody who smokes them.
That's the way it's supposed to go.
He knows what he's doing.
He's protecting you.
Were you there, too?
Where's the money?
Lee wants you to bring the money.
Well, we have a little problem there.
What problem?
It's in my house. In your house?
In a safe in the closet of my house!
Our $30,000 is in your closet? That's where it is.
You leave that kind of cash lying around?!
Don't yell at me!
DOSMO: You know,
I'm just curious...
This friend of yours who's buried
in the veteran cemetery...
I don't wanna talk about him.
Oh, I don't mean to be nosey.
I just know what it takes to get in there.
There's a lot of heroes buried in that place.
Was your friend a hero?
He wouldn't have considered himself one.
Did you lose him in Vietnam?
Yes.
Now, I don't really wanna talk about it anymore.
Okay. Next subject.
What are you gonna do?
I'm going to get our money.
It's time for us to say good-bye to California
and we'd like to take our money with us.
But those detectives are up at the house.
No problem. What are you gonna do?
I'm going to get our money.
Then Helga and I will
say good-bye until you get the check
from his insurance company.
Then you'll contact us, and we'll divide it in half.
Get packed. Have everything in the car, honey.
Okay, baby. I just wish I knew
you were gonna kill Roy in my house.
I would have wanted to discuss it.
I've already been through this with her.
Look, darlin', it's over.
There's no turnin' back.
Stay calm.
Follow the plan.
And everything will happen
as it should.
Is there-- What?
Is there someone else in on this?
Somebody I should know about?
No.
We're in this together.
Why don't you tell me the truth?
Why do you keep torturing me?
Oh, just tell her, Lee.
What's the difference?
All right.
Since you've been such a good sport,
let me put your mind at ease, so you can sleep at night.
Yes, there is another person involved.
He's going to take the fall,
but you don't have to worry about him talking
because he's already dead.
Everything will lead back
to this person and it will appear
as if he was hired to kill
your ex-husband because of a drug deal gone bad.
Now...
you know almost everything.
( laughing )
What else is there to know?
Becky.
Becky.
We have to keep some secrets from you, don't we?
In case you forget to call us when you get
that insurance check.
Exactly.
He's coming.
( barking )
All right. Everybody sit down.
AUDREY: What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
AUDREY: Well, who is he?
Well, he won't tell us his name,
but I know I know him from somewhere.
All right. Everybody shut up.
Now, didn't I tell you to sit down?
Be smart.
All right, here's the situation.
When it gets dark,
we're all gonna take a little ride.
Not me. I have to lay down!
Then you'll lay down in the trunk!
Going where?
You'll see when we get there.
Hey, I don't wanna shoot nobody,
but I will if it becomes a necessity.
If everybody behaves, nobody's gonna get hurt.
Miss Paluzzo, you're gonna drive.
Who's Paluzzo?
That-that's my real last name.
But how does he know?
ALLAN: She told him.
She's been with me for eight years,
and I never knew she even had another last name.
He meets her, and five seconds later
they're bosom buddies.
What are you doin'?
I'm just taking some notes.
He's a television writer.
Put the fuckin' pen down!
Could you talk a little slower?
Don't!
He thinks I'm fuckin' around.
You better tell him I'm not fuckin' around, Susan.
He's not fuckin' around.
"He's not..."
Give me back the pad! ( dogs barking )
Sit the fuck down! Give me that back.
Shut up!
Sit the fuck down!
Shut those fuckin' dogs up!
( barking continues )
♪ Down in the valley, ha ♪
♪ In the valley so low, whoa ♪
♪ Hang your head Over your shoulder ♪
♪ And you can hear The four winds blow, oh ♪
♪ Now can't you hear The wind blow my love, ha? ♪
♪ Can't you Hear the wind blow? ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Ha, ha? ♪
♪ We're down In the valley, ha ♪
♪ In the valley So low, now, ha ♪
♪ Now have you ever been Lonely, lo-lo-lo, ha? ♪
♪ Now have you ever been sad? ♪
♪ Did you ever really need Someone, oh, my? ♪
♪ Who didn't need a bed B-b-b-b-b-b-bed? ♪
♪ Ha, gotta, ha, gotta ♪
( brakes squeal )
♪ Help me, baby ♪
♪ Gotta get in the groove ♪
♪ So too much, ooh, yeah ♪
GOLFER: Fore!
MAN: Nice shot, Bob.
Bit of a slice there, but, uh...
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Gotcha, ha ♪
( ball crashes into window )
( glass breaking )
Goddamn it.
I've had it with you assholes.
That is the third time you've broken my fuckin' window!
Whoa! Whoa!
Get out from behind that tree.
Come out with your hands up! I'm a police officer!
It wasn't me, all right?
It...it was him! Walk out!
GOLFER: He did it. Where're you goin'?!
Walk out!
Okay, I'm comin'.
I'm comin'.
Don't shoot.
( club thuds )
Fuckin' hack.
( music begins )
♪ I'm never going back ♪
♪ Never going back to you ♪
♪ I'm never gonna see you again ♪
♪ I'm never gonna dig out Your picture ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Look you up someday ♪
♪ Life is very short ♪
♪ You don't love me anymore ♪
♪ So I'm never gonna See you again ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Write you a letter ♪
♪ Never gonna call you On the phone ♪
♪ I'm never gonna Drive by your house ♪
♪ I'm never gonna catch You coming outside ♪
♪ Never gonna walk up your walk And ring your bell ♪
♪ And feel you fall Into my arms ♪
♪ No, never gonna see you ♪
♪ Never gonna see you ♪
Son of a bitch.
♪ No, never gonna see You again ♪
Son of a bitch.
♪ You're gone for good ♪
( screaming ): Son of a bitch!
( dogs barking )
Aren't you and Lee engaged?
Yeah.
Why?
It doesn't bother him that you slept with Roy?
I didn't sleep with Roy.
And Lee believes that?
That you just, what, fooled around?
That really bothers you, doesn't it?
No, I'll tell you what bothers me,
that he's gonna walk in there
and murder those detectives.
And what do you care about them?
Look, Roy was one thing.
He was a shit.
He treated me like shit.
He was a rat.
He cheated on me our whole marriage.
And then he sued me for alimony.
I was paying him alimony.
Did you know that? I was paying him alimony.
No, I don't give a shit about Roy.
But those detectives, they were nice to me.
I don't want to be a part of them being killed.
Well, you know what?
You shouldn't have left our money in your closet.
Well, how was I supposed to know
you were gonna shoot Roy in my house?
Don't raise your voice at me.
Can't you call it off?
No!
Now, lower your voice, you little bitch.
What did you call me?
A bitch.
You know, Roy put up with a lot of shit, too.
You were never supportive of his career.
Yours always came first.
You made your husband feel like shit.
That's why he cheated on you.
He deserved alimony.
You liked him.
You really liked him.
Of course I liked him.
Roy was a likeable guy.
He knew how to treat a woman.
But then again,
how would you know?
You were never there.
You were always too busy training for your next event.
That's why your husband went to other women.
His little worm couldn't even satisfy him in bed.
What the hell are they doin' up there?
( thudding and screaming )
Eh, maybe that's how they make love in Tarzana.
( grunting )
Bitch.
Damn it. You want more?
No! No.
No! No!
( gunshot )
( Helga screams )
( squealing tires )
( horn honking ) ( car crashing )
You bitch!
WOMAN: Maybe she'll give you skiing lessons.
This girl is in great shape.
She oughta be. Look at all this equipment.
And her bedroom.
Think she's a little obsessed?
Hey, that's what it takes to win.
You gotta be obsessed.
I admire her.
She never won, but she keeps on trying.
Do you know what bothers me about all this?
This job is so clean, so professional.
But he leaves an empty cigarette pack.
I mean, I know we're Valley detectives,
so we're not all that bright.
But how stupid does he think we are?
Unless he doesn't care.
( creaking )
You hear something?
What?
I'm gonna check downstairs.
Carla?
( kissing sounds )
( knocking )
( knocking )
Hello?
Hello?
You guys up there?
Can I help you?
Hi. I'm, uh, Van Nuys Vice.
My partner and I discovered this crime scene this morning.
Right.
I hope you don't mind, I just...
I thought I'd drop by and see how things were going.
Well, we're kind of busy right now.
Right. Well, listen, I was just--
I was curious. You know that cigarette pack?
Did you find that?
Yes, I did. Good work.
Well, thank you.
Thanks.
It's interesting, actually.
When I asked Miss Foxx about it,
her response was,
"It must be the killers'.
It must belong to them."
What's your point?
I think that Becky Foxx might be in on this.
Really?
Yes, maybe she hired the hit men.
I know it sounds farfetched,
but she and the victim were recently divorced.
Maybe that's something to check in to.
Maybe the divorce was a messy thing.
I don't know, but the fact
that she said, "them," it bothers me.
What do you think?
Interesting.
It's reaching.
But worth consideration.
Listen, would you be willing to do a little legwork for us?
Absolutely. You name it.
Anything. What do you need?
I have to take a ride down to the station and see
if the lab has an I.D. print of the cigarette pack.
Maybe you wanna ride along?
We could talk along the way.
Maybe you could find out who the divorce lawyer was.
And, and I should check into the insurance policies.
Because, you know, a lot of times these couples,
they get divorced, and they don't bother
changing the beneficiaries
on their policies right away.
Good idea. Come on.
( Helga crying )
Lee!
Becky shot me.
That bitch shot me.
Lee, help me!
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
I don't think so.
( Dosmo groans)
What, are you kiddin'?
You think I wanna shoot you?
Go ahead. Shoot me.
Shoot me.
What are you, fuckin' crazy?
I think he's suicidal.
We all have our flaws.
You know, I had a bad feeling about you
right from the beginning. Um...
What if I shoot her, huh?
You harm one hair on her body, and I'll kill you!
And I'm not fuckin' around!
Point that gun somewhere else right this second
or I swear you'll be sorry.
You'll come with me?
If you give me your word, once we're safely
out of the Valley, you'll let everybody go.
How can you take this loser's word?
You can't believe him!
I'll take his word over yours.
It's been my experience, more often than not,
that a loser has more honor than a winner.
I give you my word.
Your word of honor?
You got it.
Come on, Bogey.
I'm telling you,
there's not enough room in the car.
Don't you start with me,
you little selfish prick,
because, you, I don't give a shit about.
Look, I can't go.
I'm in a lot of pain!
Doctors compare the pain
of passing a kidney stone to a woman
giving birth to a baby!
Bouncing in the car will hurt!
I've gotta take painkillers and lay down!
Tell him, Audrey! You're a nurse!
Make him understand!
He's out of pain now.
Let's go.
Audrey. Audrey, come on.
As soon as I'm out
of the Valley, I'll let you all go.
Look, I really didn't wanna have to hit him.
Well, you lost your temper.
Sometimes that happens. Yeah.
When I was a kid, once I got so mad
at my father 'cause he didn't come to my...
What didn't he come to?
To my piano recital.
I got so mad, I...
I set fire to his favorite chair.
Did you really? Mm-hmm.
Good for you.
What's your name?
Dosmo. Dosmo.
You still play the piano?
Nah, I gave it up.
Well, it's never too late to start again.
Okay, come on. Let's get the hell outta here.
You, in the back.
In the front.
( engine starting )
Am I dying?
Is Becky dead?
No.
She ran. I took a shot at her.
I don't know if I hit her.
Oh, Lee!
Lee, it hurts.
Please take me to a hospital.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
( thuds )
What are you doing?
This is a tough decision for me.
Decision?
What decision?
Honey, I love you.
There's no other way, baby.
I can't take you to a hospital.
You understand?
Give me a minute.
( breathing heavily )
You give everybody else a minute.
Maybe, maybe the wound's
not as bad as it looks.
No, you've lost too much blood.
You're definitely dying.
( crying )
I'm doing you a favor by finishing you off.
Honey, just tell me the truth.
I gotta know.
Did you sleep with Roy?
I'm dying.
How can you ask me that?
How can you ask me that now?
You're right. I'm sorry.
I gotta get outta here.
Just for the record,
I think you did sleep with him.
Goddamn automatics!
They always jam.
Hold on a second.
You don't mind if I borrow this, do you?
Hey, baby.
( Helga moaning )
Help!
SUSAN: Where we going?
I'm gonna drop everybody in Pasadena.
But then you're gonna go back to Brooklyn?
What's this?
( Bogey barks ) AUDREY: Stop the car.
DOSMO: Shut up.
SUSAN: Dosmo, what should I do?
Stop the car! Keep goin'!
I'm a nurse! I have to get out of the car!
DOSMO: Would you shut up and just--
TEDDY: Let her out of the car!
( Dosmo screams )
What happened? I don't know.
She just-- She came out of the bushes.
( Helga speaking Norwegian)
All right, it's okay. Try to relax.
Just try to relax.
That's it. You can hold onto my hand.
( speaking Norwegian )
That's it. Everything's gonna be okay.
( speaking Norwegian )
What kind of language is that?
TEDDY: Sounds Swedish.
( speaking Norwegian )
It's okay. Try to relax.
Everything's gonna be okay.
She's not gonna make it if we don't get some help.
Get out.
What's going on? I need the car.
I'm driving you.
Oh, thank you, Teddy.
There you go. ( engine starting )
Everything's gonna be okay.
All right. That's it.
Okay, try and breathe.
That's a girl. Just relax.
Get the fuck down! Down!
Get behind the car and stay there.
Stay the fuck down!
LEE: Go on.
Save him.
'Cause the next shot's gonna blow his brains out!
Who is he? I'm a police officer.
Stay where you are.
Do not jeopardize your safety for me.
DOSMO: Shoot a guy when he's down?
Where's your guts?
( Lee laughing )
You can save him!
Go get him!
Fuck him.
I'm comin' to get you!
Come get me, Dumbo.
Stay where you are. That's an order.
Aah! God!
You motherfuckin' cowardly prick!
( laughing )
Come get me, Dumbo.
( gunshot ) Aah!
Dosmo, don't! He'll kill you!
Boo!
Time's up.
( clicking )
( laughing )
You're a tricky son of a bitch.
You almost got away with it.
But that's your life, isn't it, Dosmo?
Almost, but not quite.
( gunshot )
SUSAN: Come on, Dosmo!
Dosmo! Hurry!
Go.
Go.
Thank you.
Thank you.
TEDDY: You want this?
Nah.
( engine starting )
( "Hello Sunshine" by Wilson Pickett playing )
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
♪ I'm so glad to see you Sunshine ♪
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
♪ It's been dark ♪
♪ For such a long time ♪
♪ I can't explain ♪
♪ What I've been through ♪
♪ Tried to live my life Without you ♪
♪ People say That I act so strange ♪
♪ But you've got the power ♪
♪ To make me change ♪
♪ Hello, sunshine ♪
You know, you do know me.
From Polly's Pizza in Studio City.
You knew?
I realized it when you were cooking,
but I didn't wanna say anything.
I didn't wanna embarrass you.
( passing car honking )
( gasps and giggles)
You know...
This could be seed money
to open up a pizzeria in, uh, in Brooklyn.
Dosmo? What?
There's just one thing that bothers me.
It's been bothering me since we met.
Can I do something?
Don't get mad, just try it.
What?
Gimme that.
You look better without it. You really do.
Hey, look, don't ever do that again.
♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Ha, the valley so low, whoa ♪
♪ Hang your head Over your shoulder ♪
♪ And you can hear The four winds blow ♪
♪ Now can't you hear The wind blow, my love? ♪
♪ Can't you hear the wind blow Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ha ♪
♪ Ha, we're down In the valley ♪
♪ In the valley so low, now ♪
♪ Now, have you ever been Lonely, lo-lo-lo, ha? ♪
♪ Now have you ever been sad? ♪
♪ Did you ever really need Someone, oh, my ♪
♪ Who didn't need a bed, B-b-b-b-b-b-bed? ♪
♪ Ha, gotcha, ha ♪
♪ It was down in the valley ♪
♪ In the valley so low ♪
♪ It was when I held You so tight ♪
♪ I could never let you Go, go, go, go, go ♪
♪ I can't walk down, down, Down, down, down, down, down ♪
♪ In the valley so low ♪
♪ When I held my baby, you, so tight ♪
♪ How could I ever Let you go, now? ♪
♪ Ah, good God ♪
♪ Down in the valley, babe ♪
♪ Down in the valley, Babe ♪
♪ So low, so low ♪
♪ Can't go no further down, Down too much ♪
♪ Got to, groove it ♪
♪ Groove it, groove it ♪
♪ Gotta, we can't, we can't, we can't, we can't, we can't ♪
♪ We can't, we can't Go no further down ♪
♪ Got to, got to, Good golly mama we got to ♪
♪ Got to, whoo ♪
♪ Whoo, baby, whoo, baby ♪
♪ Too much ♪
( ad-libbing )
♪ We gotta, gotta keep on Keep on groovin' ♪
( "Cat Fight" by Anthony Marinelli playing )
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
♪ Aah, aah, aah ♪
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2 Days In The Valley (1996) Descriptive Audio
British Sky Broadcasting presents Two Days in the
Valley, voiced by Neville Watchhurst on behalf of
MCS Agency.
The golden stars of the Paramount logo stream
out and frame the snow-capped mountain peak.
Rysher Entertainment presents a redemption production.
Two men sit in a car in the
pitch darkness overlooking the lights of a town
below them.
You know, that first amount of money you
offered me, you understand why I had to
turn you down.
I made good money when I worked.
Yeah, I know, where I live, it doesn't
look I'm that well-off because, well, that's
because I was gambling and I was fucking
sick and I blew every dime I made
because I had the gambling habit.
But now I'm trying to do the right
thing.
Even though we never worked together, I value
this new relationship.
But I won't work for nothing.
Sure, I can use the money, but I
gotta be paid my quota.
You understand that, don't you?
How long since you've worked, Oswald?
Hey, you go through a little dry spell,
what's it make?
It makes you stronger.
I'm okay.
I always knew I'd be back.
What is it?
Sounds like she's having a bad dream.
The clean-cut, bespectacled younger man presses on
his radio earpiece.
Dazmo picks up a pair of binoculars and,
casting an ironic glance at his companion, trains
them on a house down the hill.
A woman sleeps fitfully.
Roy!
On the other side of the room from
the woman, a man who has been sleeping
in a twisted hammock slips out of it
and falls heavily to the floor.
I'm on my knees where you always wanted
me to be.
I never wanted you on your knees, Roy.
What do I do next, beg or bark?
All right, come on to bed.
Go to sleep on this side.
Roy crawls gleefully across and into the bed,
grinning broadly, and puts an arm around the
woman.
My little one.
Don't call me that.
But you were my little one, right?
God!
God.
Why did you come over?
Because it's our anniversary.
I kept thinking of all the good times.
Are you seeing someone?
No.
No one special?
How many girls are you seeing?
No one.
What's so funny?
He is.
What's going on?
He's trying to screw her.
Is it that bad?
Tell me what the fuck's happening.
Please.
Becky, I missed you.
That's why I came over here.
Why are you doing this?
What are you doing here?
You left me.
Yeah, but I think I made a mistake.
Who was the Norwegian bimbo in Lillehammer?
The one that you brought to watch me
race?
Olga?
Did she distract you?
No.
No, no, not at all.
No, out of the corner of my eye,
I saw this giant viking blonde with blue
eyes, oh, crawling all over you.
Didn't distract me in the least.
Blocked it right out of my mind and
came in fourth, barking again.
Yeah, well, at least you came in fourth.
Let's just go to sleep.
She turns away angrily.
He continues looking at her slyly, then pulls
around roughly, gets on top of her and
kisses her.
No!
No!
Go call your viking!
Becky.
Becky.
Come on, come on.
Becky.
I think I'm gonna love you.
Roy, stop.
I mean, stop it.
I'll throw you out.
Good night.
Becky lies face down on the bed, wearing
an anguished expression.
Roy turns away in apparent frustration and lies
beside her on his back, looking upwards.
We're going back to sleep.
Let's go.
What the fuck happened?
Does every other word out of your mouth
have to be fucked up, man?
Is that the extent of your vocabulary?
Well, it fucking bothers you?
I didn't fucking know.
In what appears to be the earliest light
of dawn, the car moves along a road
at the base of a bluff of hills.
The car now moves slowly down a narrow
lane bordered by a high wooden fence.
The car headlights are extinguished as the vehicle
cruises gently to a halt on a patch
of gravel drive by the fence.
The driver and Dasmo get out of the
car and stroll towards a house.
Very quiet.
This ain't my first barbecue.
Are you sure she don't have a fucking
dog?
Dasmo, a tough guy like you is afraid
of dogs?
I ain't afraid of them.
They just don't like me.
I don't know what it is.
They always growl at me.
A small terrier looks expectantly at a front
door as it opens inwards.
A middle-aged woman enters reading a letter.
Teddy?
You don't have the rent.
What would you do if you were me
and I hadn't paid the rent for four
months?
I would evict me.
I don't want to be an arsehole, Teddy.
You're not an arsehole, Evelyn.
I'll be gone tomorrow.
Where will you go?
Listen, there's one thing you could do.
I may be moving around for a while
and would you look after Bogey?
You're not giving him away.
No.
What about that agent you used to have
dinner with once a week?
Couldn't he advance you some money?
He doesn't return my calls.
Evelyn wearily puts the letter down on a
side table and goes back the way she
came in.
Teddy, whose face is festooned with shaving foam,
returns to the bathroom to finish what he
started.
Bogey, the small terrier, scampers off to another
part of the apartment and then returns carrying
a lead in its mouth.
The dog brings it expectantly to Teddy.
Okay, little man.
One last walk to the park.
Teddy rinses the soap vaguely from his face.
He stops, his attention drawn to a small
pistol sitting next to the basin.
Cocking the pistol, he raises it to his
temple, looking at himself sadly in the mirror
all the while.
He casts a look down at Bogey, who
looks up with bright black eyes.
Teddy appears near tears as he prepares to
pull the trigger.
When I do it, I'll load it first.
Stashing the gun in his back pocket, Teddy
ambles across the bathroom and unrolls a wad
of toilet paper with which he dries his
face.
He picks up a gilt statuette and reads
the inscription on the base.
1982 Emmy Award, Teddy Peppers, Director, Arthur's Last
Hope.
He nods ironically, places the toilet roll over
the figure and drops the whole thing in
the bin.
Dasmo and the young man from the car
move stealthily through the darkness of Becky's bedroom.
Dasmo holds an open flick knife which he
uses to cut the cable of the bedside
phone.
He then retrieves the tiny listening bug secreted
beneath the bedside table.
The young man prepares a syringe and while
Dasmo trains a powerful handgun at the sleeping
Roy, he advances towards Becky's exposed bottom.
Dasmo pushes the muzzle of his gun right
into the mouth of the terrified Roy.
Otherwise I'm going to have to pull the
trigger.
Open up.
So I don't hurt the teeth.
Roy glances across at the young man who
stands wearing a sinisterly bland expression and latex
surgical gloves.
You mind if I smoke?
Roy shakes his quivering head.
Dasmo acknowledges with a polite smile.
The young man then bounds onto the bed
and straddles Roy.
He tweaks the fingers of his gloves.
Dasmo looks on, pulling out a cigarette.
The young man unzips his bomber jacket and
pulls out a stopwatch.
You have one minute to decide the rest
of your life.
I'm going to ask you three questions.
If you lie, you die.
Why'd you let him sit up?
Get comfortable.
No?
Alright.
47 seconds.
First question.
You met her in Lillehammer.
Who'd she say she was?
Helga.
Helga Svelkin.
Did Becky know about your other business in
Norway?
Did she know what you did there besides
fall down ice skating?
I don't know what you're talking about.
There's no sense in trying to protect Helga.
She's dead.
26 seconds.
Helga's dead?
He flashes a photo of the naked Helga
in a pool of blood.
Can I see that picture?
Will you shut your mouth and let me
finish?
This is the one not to get wrong.
Was Helga the one who approached you on
behalf of the North Koreans?
You have 16 seconds left.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Was it Helga?
If you don't admit that she was your
contact in the next 10 seconds.
9 8 7 6 5 4 2
Okay.
She was my contact.
The young man tilts his head briefly in
acknowledgement.
He removes the muzzle of his silenced pistol
from Roy's forehead and climbs off him.
Roy struggles to sit up.
This thing isn't about a gambling debt.
The gun is raised.
Shit!
I just got a flat!
Can you believe it?
I'm on my way to a $300,000
commission and I just got a fucking flat!
Call AAA right away.
Send them to Ventura and Woodland.
Tell them to hurry.
There'll be a big tip waiting.
Call Mr. Carnegie.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as
I can.
Apologise.
You know what to say.
Then go to my house and feed the
dog.
Wait there until you hear from me, alright?
Oh, I just assumed you never have plans,
Susan.
The suave young Englishman pulls over in his
red BMW coupe.
Shit!
He gets out of the car and walks
to look at the flat tyre.
He suddenly doubles over in apparent agony.
A renewed spasm of pain sends him reeling
backwards into the line of traffic.
A 4x4 swerves to avoid him.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Get out of the street!
Across the street in front of a bar
terrace where people continue drinking and dancing obliviously
sits a young African-American man at the
wheel of an open-topped car.
He looks across at the Englishman, then ducks
down to hotwire the engine before crossing to
him through the traffic.
The young man picks him up in a
fireman's lift.
The young man tips the Englishman unceremoniously into
the rear of the open-topped car.
He notices the billfold which has fallen out
of the Englishman's pocket and stoops to pick
it up, then trousers it.
He gets in and drives away.
The registration plate reads, California, ride me.
A man runs out from the bar.
That's my car!
He just stole my car!
Nighttime.
Arc lights illuminate a stretch of grass fringed
by trees.
Teddy walks bogey.
Another dog walker approaches.
Teddy!
Teddy Peppers?
Is that you?
Teddy!
It's Ralph!
It's Ralph Kruppi!
I did three days' work on that feature
of yours called Lights Out.
Oh, yeah.
I remember.
Boy, what a bum that was.
Have you worked since?
Just kidding.
Just kidding.
You know, that was one of two or
three in a row for you.
I mean, flops.
I mean, bum.
So what happens now?
You go back to TV?
You must be thinking that you're losing touch
with your audience or something.
You see, God!
Those critics were cruel.
I don't think I've ever read reviews that
terrible for a movie.
What happened?
I read the script.
I thought it was a drama.
What was all that stuff with the elephant
in the middle?
I know it's a long story.
The studio fucked you over.
Hey, you still have the dog.
The same dog.
You still have the terrier.
This is another one.
That one was hit by a car.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I remember your wife used to bring that
other one around the set when he was
still a puppy.
What?
How is she, your wife?
She's an actress, right?
We're divorced.
Oh, God, I'm sorry, cos she is so
pretty.
Well, look, I hope you get another chance
soon.
Otherwise, I'll see you down on the unemployment
line.
Just kidding.
Bogie looks on as the man walks away
and then up at Teddy who stands watching
the man go with an expression of venomous
disdain on his face.
The screen goes black.
In the hills above the city a motorcyclist
sits at the roadside looking down at the
pool of pollution hanging in the early morning
light.
I'll be your love.
You'll be mine.
You'll be mine.
Streams of traffic move both ways along a
city street.
A ten-lane freeway teems with cars.
A sign reads Studio City One Mile.
A woman and a tiny child hose the
lawn of their home.
Girls play sport behind a high wire mesh
fence.
A sign reads Income Tax Immigration Weddings.
Hands with a set of startlingly red manicured
fingernails massage the skin of someone's back.
Feel good?
Oh yeah.
Feels great.
You live California?
No.
Chicago.
Here for vacation?
Where are you from?
Vietnam.
Vietnam?
This was a Japanese place.
Mother Vietnamese.
Father Japanese.
How do you say mud?
No.
You're not mud.
You're a very beautiful girl.
Thank you.
It's in her face.
As she crosses to the other side of
the room she brushes against the chair knocking
the man's police ID badge out of the
pocket of his jacket.
He leans down and secretively tucks it back
into his clothes.
Feel okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just softened his side.
Okay.
The red haired man lies on his back
smiling as she gently massages upwards from his
calves towards the towel draped across his middle.
She smiles demurely and looks towards him with
her lovely dark eyes.
That feels very nice.
You're strong.
Nice body.
Look at you, so big.
His erection is plainly visible through the towel.
Finish.
You're done?
You want something else?
Like what?
What do you want?
What could I get?
You've been here before?
No.
No, no.
I've been to massage parlours before but just
not this one.
Can this place just open?
You have nice eyes.
Yeah, just open.
What do you want I do?
I'd like...
I take too much time you make customer
waiting.
What do you want I do?
You know, I should go.
I gotta go.
I didn't realise the time I'm gonna meet
somebody.
You want nothing else?
No, thank you.
Her eyes widen incredulously and she steps wearily
away from him.
A bearded man sits at the wheel of
a parked car.
He looks around with tired eyes as if
absorbing a piece of bad news.
In his hands he holds a letter.
He turns to it and reads attentively, then
puts a hand to his face as if
in desperation.
Looking up he quickly folds the letter and
stashes it as across the road towards him
walks the red-haired policeman from the massage
parlour.
The red-haired man smoking a cigarette walks
around the car and gets into the front
passenger seat.
What happened?
Nothing.
She didn't do anything.
Just a straight massage.
What?
Maybe she made me as a cop.
Are you trying to tell me that that's
a legitimate Japanese therapy studio?
No, I'm trying to tell you that nothing
happened.
That place is definitely a handjob house and
we're gonna raid it.
Every one of those slanty-eyed whores, I
am gonna personally throw in the can and
make sure they're deported.
Hey, Alvin.
Can I ask you a question?
You know, I hate it when people ask
me if they can ask a question.
Just ask it.
Why do you hate Asians so much?
I don't hate Asians.
I don't like whores.
The red-haired man puzzles over this.
Hey, Alvin.
Just ask it.
Okay.
There are about a hundred massage parlours in
L.A. and for years Vice hasn't bothered
with any of them.
Why are we starting now?
Because this one's in the valley.
All the others are downtown or they're in
Culver City or Santa Monica.
But this one is right in the valley
and there are gonna be no massage parlours
in the valley.
I was born two miles from here.
I own a house in Studio City.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
That fucking place opened four weeks ago and
it ain't gonna operate a day after today.
Does that answer your question?
Yeah.
Good.
I thought this was a thing out of
New York.
I thought this was a bad guy who
welched on a bet.
What was all this shit about Koreans and
spies?
You know, curiosity killed the cat.
Well, you're real pissed, aren't you?
You like fucking with people's heads, don't you?
How did you find me?
I left you up in the phone book
under washout.
How do you know about that?
Look, I'm grateful for a chance at a...
at a comeback.
To tell you the truth, you know what
I was doing when you called?
Flipping pizzas at Polly's.
Who the fuck are you?
How come you know so much about me?
I know more about you than you know
about yourself, Dumbo.
My name is Dasmo.
Dasmo Pizzo.
The young man grins broadly but unsettlingly at
Dasmo.
On a flat expanse of ground above the
city the car cruises to a halt.
What do you know about me that I
don't know?
This is where you get out.
Dasmo struggles but is too slow.
Shot in the abdomen he gently keels over.
The young man produces a white cloth and
wipes the gun clean of prints.
Another car pulls onto the piece of ground.
The young man gets out and wipes the
car door handle.
Got a lot of coke.
He throws a small package in through the
open window.
Moving around to the rear of the car
he chucks some glass vials on the ground
by the passenger door.
He opens the boot and sets the timer
on an explosive device.
He then runs to the other car in
which sits Helga, obviously not dead.
All done, honey?
What a buffoon.
Roy?
Dumb little pizza man.
Roy's dead, right?
You killed him.
Why were you listening?
Of course not.
You didn't enjoy yourself with him, did you?
Lito, we have to get out of here.
You definitely didn't sleep with Roy.
No.
We're not gonna go through this again, are
we?
What exactly did you do to him?
We kissed.
We met.
That's all, okay?
He didn't touch your breasts?
No.
I'm just telling you, if I found out
you were lying...
Lee kisses Helga passionately on the mouth.
That's amazing, Nicole.
Don't go crazy, okay?
Now let's just go.
Lee puts the car into gear and turns
to reverse away.
The other car explodes in a huge plume
of orange fire, but he does not give
it a single glance.
Down a dusty slope of brush and scrubby
grass rolls a man.
It is Dazmo.
He comes up hard against a fence.
Breathing hard, he now rips open his shirt
to reveal a bulletproof vest.
Prizing the bullet out from the vest, he
then tosses it away and hoists himself up
effortfully onto his elbow.
As he comes up, a trailing bramble snags
his toupee, which slides back off his head.
Into a super-modern complex of white stucco
buildings drives the red BMW coupé, the registration
plate of which reads Art De L'Heure.
A young woman with hair piled high is
at the wheel.
In the passenger seat looking none too well
is the Englishman.
An art installation of a huge mussel shell
with two pairs of feet sticking out of
it rocks suggestively.
The woman bustles to open the door for
the Englishman.
Dazmo sits on the other side of the
fence blowing the dust off his toupee before
replacing it on his head.
Hearing the splash, he peers through the fence
to see a large dog swimming vigorously in
a stylish pool overlooking the city.
Dazmo flaps in panic.
The Englishman limps self-pityingly, then looks around.
He fed him last night?
Flavoured his food with bacon?
Yes.
Good girl.
Me?
Or the dog?
The dog is a boy.
She holds the door open for him, but
not quite far enough.
Open the door and let the air in.
And let Mark in.
Then I want you to call the hospital,
find out the name of the fag who
gave them his credit card for me.
I want to send him maybe a Chagall
lithograph.
That's very generous.
Thanks.
I owe this guy.
It might have saved my life.
You must still be sedated.
You never gave me a Chagall print and
I've worked for you for eight years.
Susan, if you wanted, I could give you
something better.
What?
You know, with a little surgery, you don't
have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction, but don't
take it as an insult.
You know how much I like you.
I'll let you dug in.
If you fixed yourself up, you might meet
a man.
As she leaves, he picks up the phone.
Hello, Audie?
It's me.
Your kidney-stoneless half-brother.
That's right, I had them last night.
Did Mum ever have kidney stones?
The urologist wanted to know.
If you're checking your machine before you leave
work, just come on by.
I need a nurse.
Susan!
Susan, don't be so sensitive!
Christ!
For God's sake, Susan!
Come back inside!
The Englishman limps out to the poolside to
find Susan looking on as Dazmo, seated on
a huge pair of sunglasses, trains his gun
on the staring dog.
Call him off!
Who are you?
Call your fucking dog off!
Mark!
Come here!
Mark!
Heel!
Call him off!
He's not vicious.
He just wants to fetch.
He's waiting for you to throw the gun.
I'm telling you, you'd better get over here
and drag him away, or I'll shoot him.
And then I'll shoot the both of you,
too.
Do you have something to do with that
car that blew up on Mulholland?
I was supposed to be in the car.
And there's a man that's going to come
looking for me.
A man who wants to finish the job
he botched.
I'd like to borrow the keys to your
car.
Give me the keys.
Susan gingerly tosses the keys to Dazmo, causing
the dog to growl again.
I'm going to pull him away.
Good idea.
Prick fuck.
Fuck prick.
Fuck you.
The Englishman hunches and sidles towards the dog.
God, are you ugly.
Do I know you?
Me?
You look familiar.
Susan, what?
Harish, but I changed it from Peluso.
Peluso's a beautiful name.
You shouldn't have changed it.
You got a smoke?
No, I don't smoke.
Look, I'm not a thief, but I need
money.
I lost my wallet.
No, not yours.
His.
All I have is about $40.
Dazmo gestures impatiently.
The Englishman tosses him the wad of cash.
Dazmo fails to catch it and gives the
Englishman a dangerous look.
As he bends down to pick it up,
his wig slips to the ground.
Susan looks at the Englishman and stifles a
smile.
It's crooked.
Dazmo turns towards Susan, who makes tiny gestures
with her finger to indicate how he needs
to adjust the toupee.
Dazmo accepts this and tweaks his hairpiece accordingly,
then scuttles away.
The Englishman, hiding abjectly behind Susan, looks at
her quizzically.
Peluso!
Dazmo scurries through the art-bedecked house.
Reaching the front door, he suddenly retreats back
inside, slipping as he does so.
Shit!
Shit!
He scurries to retrieve the car keys and
then limps back further into the house.
Susan enters from the back.
Get that dog outside.
You two come in.
Shut the door!
You got anything to eat in this place?
I'm fucking starved.
You got any pasta here?
Any marinara sauce?
Any garlic?
Why don't you just go?
Take the car and leave!
You want us to cook for you?
No, no.
I'll cook.
A gabled motel on a busy street.
You know, people don't realise how important a
minute is.
So much life revolves around a single minute.
You have a minute egg, a minute waltz,
a minute rice.
People are always demanding you give them a
minute.
Nobody realises how valuable it is until they
only have one left.
Just stand there.
Helga enters from the bathroom scantily clad.
I just want to look at you.
God never broke the mould out of you.
So that's my mum and agency.
Tell yourself it's a world that's
too short.
She sits, legs splayed, feet resting on the
edge of the bed.
Lee gets up and begins kissing her left
knee and thigh.
She holds the back of the chair and
writhes in pleasure.
God, you are beautiful.
He walks brusquely to the other side of
the room.
I asked Roy if you were the one
who approached him on behalf of the North
Koreans and he had 16 seconds to answer.
I think you wet his bed.
He puts ice down his pants.
Why did you go through that ridiculous story?
Just to torture him?
Sometimes I really think he should have been
born during the Spanish Inquisition.
He slips ice into his mouth.
She has turned in her chair to face
him.
He advances.
He tosses her onto the bed and kneels
between her legs.
He loves me.
Give me your back.
Don't put your hand around my throat.
I think you like it a little bit.
I know.
It makes me not trust you.
You can trust me.
You can always trust me.
He bites through her bask and rips it
wide open.
Which breast does he touch?
This one?
He holds the ice between his teeth and
presses it to her nipple.
I don't have to touch either one the
way it turned out.
Why didn't you change your mind?
I thought the whole idea of me having
an affair with him was to lure him
into the desert where we kill him.
But I know why you did it at
Becky's house.
Why?
Let it get to you personally.
You've never done that before.
On top of him now, she kisses him
savagely on the mouth.
I must really be in love with you.
They embrace tightly and passionately.
A pan of pasta penne bubbles on the
stove.
A vivid red sauce scattered with herbs sits
in an adjacent pan.
Dazmo stands holding his gun in his right
hand and a wooden spatula in his left.
He tastes the sauce and sprinkles in more
seasoning.
Susan looks on.
You got any rapini?
What is that?
It's an Italian vegetable, like broccoli.
He doesn't have any.
I do all the shopping for him.
You ought to keep some in the house.
It's good for you.
It's got a tonne of vitamins and minerals.
Prevents cancer.
I eat it on a daily basis.
The Englishman holds a glass of water.
Dazmo tastes the sauce.
What are your pants stained with?
Oh, yeah.
I got to borrow a change of clothes.
Why was that car you were in blown
up?
Why does that man want to kill you?
What were you two involved in?
You think I'm going to tell you?
He doesn't know.
You don't know why that man tried to
kill you, do you?
You're a pretty smart cookie, aren't you?
Anybody in your family connected?
No, I'm not from New York.
I grew up in Reseda.
Oh.
We got people out here.
We got people everywhere.
Susan and Dazmo share a look which is
broken by the Englishman who imperiously thrusts out
his water glass for her to fill and
then eyes Dazmo with disdain.
You guys are hungry, right?
Well, I could eat.
Well, sit down.
It's almost ready.
Don't do that!
She has pulled out a chair.
You sit in the chair.
He's sitting on the floor.
He's a rude little shit and that's his
punishment.
I heard the comment you made before while
I was by the pool.
If you weren't injured, you'd catch a beating.
And don't you listen to any of that
plastic surgery bullshit.
You're a very attractive woman.
Why don't you change a thing about yourself?
You don't think I need a nose job?
Fuck no, you don't need a nose job.
Good, because she already had one.
Ah!
Oh, shit!
Sit down on the floor.
By your window.
By your door.
He doesn't mean anything by it.
It's just part of his nature to be
cruel.
Don't take any offence.
Look, from now on, as long as I'm
here, you don't make no more apologies for
him.
That's a new rule, okay?
Okay?
Okay.
As a matter of fact, you don't make
no apologies for nobody in your life.
Including yourself.
Do you mind serving?
Daylight.
The exterior of Becky's house.
Wind rustles hanging foliage by an upper window.
Inside, Becky lies, still face down on the
bed, slowly coming round.
Opening her eyes, she takes in the bottles
and the shaded lamp on her bedside table,
all covered in a fine spray of red.
She struggles up from beneath the weight of
Roy's body.
She is soaked in blood.
Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
No!
Oh, God!
No!
Remember, you gotta have it on tape, propositioning
you.
You just keep that earring facing toward it.
You gotta negotiate a price.
Be specific.
How much for a hand job?
How much for a blow job?
You don't get it on tape, the D
.A. won't prosecute you.
Goddamn fucking air conditioner!
How to stay in the fucking valley?
Brakes.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You don't look like you're into this.
What, I'm supposed to be jumping up and
down, all excited about busting a massage parlour?
You really think that closing down this place
is gonna have a major impact on your
precious valley?
Hey, these people spread disease.
Oh, Jesus, why am I justifying your job
to you?
What the hell did you think you were
gonna do when you transferred to Vice?
You wanna know what I think?
I was at that massage parlour, and I
liked that girl.
Yeah, the sweet kid.
The woman who runs the place probably gave
her a ticket, brought her over from some
place, she's working to pay off her debt,
whatever, I don't know.
She is a dickhead.
I agree, we should bust her, absolutely.
But not this kid, come on.
She's just a victim of circumstances.
You're a fucking bleeding-heart liberal.
No, I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm just, I'm fed up.
I joined the force to get into homicide,
to bust people who commit murder.
I wanna be a detective, but I can't
seem to make it happen.
I can't seem to get promoted into homicide,
so I keep transferring around from robbery to
bunco to forgery to vice, and I spent
ten fucking years banging around.
I'm just, I'm not doing what I wanna
do.
You ain't going in there.
You ain't gonna make this bust happen.
You're gonna fuck it up.
You're right.
I'm not going in there.
24-10, this is AC-6.
We got a problem.
We are not going forward.
Help.
Help.
Help.
He's dead.
Somebody killed him.
Do you have a car phone?
I need to call the police.
Lady, we are the police.
At the Los Angeles National Cemetery, Teddy carries
flowers.
Ogie.
Come here.
Teddy stops at one of a long line
of identical white gravestones.
Teddy kneels by the headstone, which beneath an
engraved star of David reads, Henrietta M.
Peppers, Captain W.A.C. U.S. Army.
Ogie looks up eagerly as Teddy pulls out
a bottle of spirits and necks what is
left in the bottom.
Tossing the bottle aside, he then pulls out
his little pistol.
Ogie pants and stares as Teddy pulls out
the magazine and slips a bullet into it
before slotting it back into the butt of
the gun.
He raises it to his temple.
Ogie leaps up.
Teddy closes his eyes.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Somebody will find you.
Somebody will take you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
You're a good boy.
You're the best boy.
You're the best boy.
You'll have a nice house and everything.
You're a good boy, sweetie.
Give Daddy a kiss.
Give Teddy a kiss.
The sound of the bullets.
Nobody knows.
Teddy unhands the terrier and kneels back up,
placing the muzzle of the pistol once again
to his temple.
His attention, however, is drawn to the sound
of a car.
An immaculate open-topped Morris Minor tootles through
the cemetery and pulls up.
A red-haired woman in sunglasses gets out.
Teddy stares, letting the gun fall to his
side.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers.
Teddy looks on fascinated at the woman as
she kneels by a gravestone her back turned
to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
bearing a bunch of flowers her back turned
to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves and
vehicle.
Desmost sits at the kitchen table of the
Englishman who sits on the floor at gunpoint
his face contorted in resentment.
Susan spoons grated parmesan onto Dazmo's pasta and
withdraws to stand at the other side of
the kitchen.
The unmarked F.I.E. squad police car
speeds up the hill to Becky's house.
Pulling up outside the two policemen get out,
followed by the quivering blood-covered Becky.
Becky falls to her knees on the gravel.
The two cops move into the house military
-style, their guns held taut, covering each other
and sweeping the whole place for hostiles.
Alvin goes up the stairs in front of
the younger man.
Halfway up Alvin stops.
The red-haired cop doesn't and bumps his
face into Alvin's back.
Alvin gives his colleague a disdainful look.
Then they continue up into the bedroom.
This room like much of the rest of
the house is festooned with sports trophies.
Roy's dead body lies on the blood-soaked
bed.
Let's go.
Don't be putting your hand on me.
Get downstairs.
Don't put your fucking hand off of me.
Keep pushing me.
What?
Keep pushing me.
What?
Keep pushing me.
What are you guys fighting about?
Oh god.
Miss Fox, where exactly were you when this
happened?
I was lying right next to him.
I mean, I think that I was.
You think?
I don't remember anything.
We were sleeping last night and he's my
ex-husband and we fell asleep and when
I woke up he was like, oh god,
oh god, Roy.
I'm a little confused here.
You say you were sleeping next to him
all night but you didn't hear a shot?
Maybe that's what the injection was.
You know, he stuck it in her and
then he used the silencer.
Oh god, who would do that?
Well, do you know anyone that might know?
No.
Why don't we take this downstairs?
Alvin escorts Becky away back down the stairs,
leaving the would-be homicide cop in his
element.
He spots something on the floor and picks
it up with relish.
Miss Fox?
What?
Miss Fox, do you smoke?
No.
Did your ex-husband?
No, why?
Do you have any friends that smoke?
I don't want smoking in my house.
Why are you asking me that?
Because I found this in your bedroom.
Where was it?
On the floor behind the clothes hanger.
It must be the killer's.
It must belong to them.
Put it back where you found it, you
idiot.
What?
That evidence might be part of the crime
and you're moving it around the house?
Put it back!
The red-haired cop swallows hard but drops
his eyes and heads back up the stairs.
Alright, it's back.
Can we just get out of here?
Yes.
Hey, hey, did you hear that?
She said it belonged to them.
What?
She said it must have belonged to them.
What are you talking about?
I held up the smokes and she said
it must be the killer's.
It must belong to them.
Why would she say them?
It's just a figure of speech.
Like when you find your car stolen, you
say they stole it.
Or someone breaks into your house, you say
they robbed me.
It's just a figure of speech.
Your wannabe detective brain is working overtime.
Alvin prods his colleague's forehead.
Susan leads Audrey upstairs.
Can you just wait a few minutes?
He'll be right down.
Oh, I'll go up.
No, no, no, no.
He wanted you to wait.
Susan, why are you acting so strange?
Oh, I'm not acting strange.
I don't think Alan's going to want another
dog.
Well, where's the swimming puppy?
Can we let him in?
Let's just wait until Alan comes down.
Why don't you guys come over here and
sit on the couch.
Just over here.
Do you want something to drink?
Oh, I would love a scotch.
Sure, I think we've got some.
Is it going a little bit all right?
Perfect.
Audrey?
I'm fine.
Susan, I'm wondering about you.
That won't fit.
Why?
Because it's an expensive suit?
It won't fit you.
You fucking liar.
Lie to me again and I'll knock your
teeth out.
It's a 44.
Some in there are 40 regulars.
Oh, yeah?
Show me one.
Ow!
Jesus!
Tazmo pushes Alan roughly into the open wardrobe
door.
Alan searches unconvincingly for the 40 regular suits.
They're at the cleaners.
But that suit's not going to fit you.
I had to waste it.
Oh, shit!
Look what you've done to my door!
The door falls off onto his head.
Ow!
I had them fitted last month.
But that suit's not going to fit you.
I had the waist custom-tailored.
I have a 32-inch waist.
Ah!
I'll put in for them.
How do you get kidney stones?
Too much calcium will oxalate in your diet.
Oh, yeah?
One of the nurses thinks it's caused by
stress.
Fuck, then I probably got it.
Ow!
Tazmo wheels around in alarm on seeing next
to the bath a bizarre comic stuffed dog
with Alan's own face superimposed beneath the pricked
-up ears.
What have you got to be stressed out
about?
A big house, all this money, all this...
this art?
It's all relative.
Oh, you're lonely.
It's tough being rich.
You can't find someone to love you for
who you are and not for your money.
Look, I wasn't born with a silver spoon
in my mouth.
I spent a large part of my childhood
being brought up in a trailer park.
My father abandoned us, and my mother couldn't
even afford to send me to college.
I might be an arsehole, but I worked
hard to become one.
Well, you've definitely achieved your goal.
How much do they pay you for a
hit?
$2,000?
$5,000?
$5,000?
What, do I look like an amateur?
No.
You look very professional.
The now-trouserless Tazmo looks down, then touches
his toupee.
So you'll be at this number, Miss Fox,
if we need to get in touch.
Yeah, I'll be at my girlfriend's, the one
who's picking me up.
OK, if you want to go anywhere else,
you just let us know.
OK.
Don't worry.
When will they have, um, you know, my
urine analysed?
We should have the results by the morning.
Hey, hey, what'd I tell you?
As the doctor said, we're almost certain it
was a sedative of some kind.
We're gonna find out who did this, I
promise you.
It's just all so weird.
There she is.
There's my girlfriend.
Uh, Miss Fox, did you have to go
back to your place for any reason?
No.
No, I never want to go back there
again.
And, um, call me, Becky.
OK.
Uh, if you think of anything, Becky, anything
at all that you think might help us,
I want you to give me a call.
I'm putting my home number on the back
here, so you can call me any time
at all, day or night, even if it's
just to talk.
Thanks.
OK?
You guys have been great.
The female cop turns ironically to the older
male.
You weren't coming on to her now, were
you, Dad?
Now, what do you think?
She's one hell of an athlete.
I watched her compete on TV.
Did she ever medal?
I don't follow skiing.
No, she just missed.
Came in fourth in the last two Olympics.
Becky gets into the passenger seat of a
car.
At the wheel sits Helga.
How did it go?
How did it go?
How could you kill Roy, in my house,
in my bed, with me sleeping next to
him?
You were supposed to shoot him at his
place.
I didn't tell you where we were gonna
do it, Lee.
I told you.
I didn't want you to know when or
where it was gonna happen.
That way you're out of it.
You can't be connected.
Can't be connected?
I was three inches away from him.
That's exactly why they can't put it together.
Did Lee drop a pack of cigarettes?
Why?
Because they kept asking me about them.
Yes, they were planted.
And I'm not gonna tell you anything more,
because the less you know, the better.
They asked you about them, you answered honestly.
You don't know anybody who smokes them.
That's the way it's supposed to go.
Lee knows what he's doing.
He's protecting you.
Were you there, too?
Where's the money?
Lee wants you to bring the money.
Well, we have a little problem there.
What problem?
It's in my house.
In your house?
In a safe, in the closet of my
house.
Our 30,000 is in your closet?
That's right, that's where it is.
How can you leave that kind of cash
like that?
You know, I'm just curious.
This friend of yours is buried in the
Veterans' Cemetery.
I don't want to talk about him.
I don't mean to be nosy.
I just know what it takes to get
in there.
There's a lot of heroes buried in that
place.
Was your friend a hero?
He wouldn't have considered himself one.
You lose him in Vietnam?
Yes.
Now, I don't really want to talk about
it anymore.
OK.
Next subject.
The Gabled Motel.
Inside, Helga casts a sidelong glance at the
tent's Becky.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to get our money.
It's time for us to say goodbye to
California and we'd like to take our money
with us.
But those detectives are up at the house.
No problem.
What are you going to do?
What?
I'm going to get our money.
Then Helga and I will say goodbye until
you get the check from his insurance company.
Then you'll contact us and we'll divide it
in half.
Get packed.
Have everything in the car, honey.
OK, baby.
I just wish I knew you were going
to kill Roy in my house.
I would have wanted to discuss it.
I've already been through this with her.
Look, darling, it's over.
There's no turning back.
Stay calm.
Follow the plan.
And everything will happen as it should.
Is there...
What?
Is there someone else in on this?
Somebody I should know about?
No.
We're in this together.
Why don't you tell me the truth?
Why do you keep torturing me?
I'll just tell her, Lee.
What's the difference?
Lee stares his unsettling stare and then takes
Becky by surprise by putting his hand to
her face.
He traces down with his left thumb from
her eyebrow over her cheek to her lips.
She gazes back at him with a hint
of arousal.
All right.
Since you've been such a good sport, I'm
going to put your mind at ease so
you can sleep at night.
Yes, there was another person involved.
He's going to take the fall, but you
don't have to worry about him talking because
he's already dead.
Everything will lead back to this person and
it will appear as if he was hired
to kill your ex-husband because of a
drug deal gone bad.
Now, you know almost everything.
What else is there to know?
Becky.
Becky.
We have to keep some secrets from you.
Don't we?
In case you forget to call us when
you get that insurance check.
Exactly.
Lee exits.
Helga crawls across the bed towards Becky with
a seductive smile at Alan's apartment.
He's coming.
Dazmo in a suit pushes Alan into where
the others are waiting.
All right, everybody, sit down.
What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
Well, who is he?
Well, he won't tell us his name, but
I know I know him from somewhere.
All right, everybody, shut up.
Didn't I tell you to sit down?
Teddy stares back at him, reaching for his
little pistol.
Be smart.
Audrey pulls Teddy to the sofa.
All right, here's the situation.
When it gets dark, we're all going to
take a little ride.
Not me, I have to lay down.
Then you'll lay down on a trunk.
Going where?
You'll see when we get there.
Now, I don't want to shoot nobody, but
I will if it becomes a necessity.
If everybody behaves, nobody's going to get hurt.
Miss Peluso, you're going to drive.
Who's Peluso?
That's my real last name.
But how does he know?
She told him.
She's been with me for eight years, and
I never knew she even had another last
name.
He meets her, and five seconds later, they're
bosom buddies.
What are you doing?
I'm just taking some notes.
He's a television writer.
Put the fucking pen down.
Could you talk a little slower?
Look, don't!
He thinks I'm fucking around.
You better tell him I'm not fucking around,
Susan.
He's not fucking around.
He's not...
Give me back the pen.
Sit the fuck down!
Give me that pen.
Shut up!
Sit the fuck down!
Shut those fucking doors!
Lee, impassive, neat and inscrutable, cruises along at
the wheel of a large shiny car.
He glides to a halt at a junction.
Another car draws up alongside him.
At the wheel of this car sits Alvin.
He looks across at the passenger seat and
picks up an enormous multicoloured plastic water blaster
gun, which he holds up, looking along each
sides.
He lowers it, revealing that Lee is now
looking across at him with an expression of
mildly amused approbation.
The lights change and the cop pulls away
and veers to the right in his slightly
worn saloon car.
He draws up in a leafy residential street
and parks by the curb.
Along the opposite pavement runs a high wire
mesh fence.
Alvin gets out carrying his water blaster and
trudges up the lawn towards a house.
He shakes his head as if disapprovingly and
bends to pick up a golf ball from
the grass.
He lobs it violently over the road and
the chain link fence to where a group
of men in casual clothing are playing golf.
As he stoops again, another golf ball whistles
past and smashes a large window pane in
the front of the house.
I've had it with you arseholes.
That is the third time you've broken my
fucking window!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Get out from behind that tree!
Come out with your hands up!
I'm a police officer!
It wasn't me, alright?
It was him!
Walk out!
Hey, where you going?
Walk out!
Okay, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Don't shoot.
Yeah.
The terrified golfer emerges slowly from behind the
tree and edges towards Alvin who is training
his pistol on him.
He prudently drops his golf club.
They stare tensely at each other.
Alvin lowers his gun.
Fucking heck.
Alvin turns and strides away.
The golfer looks confused, glances around towards his
companions and then removes his hands from his
head.
Night time.
Outside the Lotus Touch Massage Japanese Therapy Centre,
the red-haired cop sits pensively in his
car.
He looks pointedly over towards the door of
the massage parlour.
The door opens and the graceful young Vietnamese
masseuse ushers out a rather shabby middle-aged
man who glances furtively around and then departs
at speed.
The masseuse goes back inside.
The cop observes this with a serious face
and then draws intensely on his cigarette.
Alvin, bare-chested, lies slumped back on a
sofa in an untidy living room.
He sits up, picks up a marker pen
and opens a huge birthday card.
Among the trash strewn across the table are
a number of framed photos, one of a
toddler with I love you daddy written on
the frame.
A child's picture of a family group reads
My second daddy.
Good mommy.
Me.
My first daddy.
Alvin writes in the card I love you,
your first daddy.
He closes the brightly coloured card which proclaims
on the front cover Have a wild birthday.
He takes the water blaster and vaguely wraps
it in a sheet of shiny paper.
He arranges the gift and the card and
then casts a look over his shoulder He
does a double take as he notices the
envelope sticking out of the pocket of his
jacket.
He reaches for it and ruefully pulls out
the letter.
He stares at the text of the letter.
It reads Detective Alvin Strayer Based on the
evaluation of complaints of your abusive and erratic
behaviour the psychiatric review board has determined you
are not fit for active duty.
You are hereby ordered to surrender your badge
and weapon within 48 hours.
Strayer clutches his head in his hands framed
by the gaping hole left by his smashed
window he is now a small tragic figure.
Becky in the hotel room washes her face.
He was a shit.
He treated me like shit.
He was a rat.
He cheated on me our whole marriage and
then he sued me for alimony.
I was paying him alimony.
Did you know that?
I was paying him alimony.
No, I don't give a shit about Roy
but those detectives they were nice to me.
I don't want to be a part of
them being killed.
You know what?
We shouldn't have left our money in the
closet.
Well, how was I supposed to know you
were going to shoot Roy in my house?
Don't raise your voice at me.
Can't you call it off?
No!
Now lower your voice you little bitch.
What did you call me?
A bitch.
You know Roy put up with a lot
of shit too.
You were never supportive of his career.
Yours always came first.
You made your husband feel like shit.
That's why he cheated on you.
He deserved alimony.
You liked him.
You really liked him.
Of course I liked him.
Roy was a likeable guy.
He knew how to treat a woman.
But then again, how would you know?
You were never there.
You were always too busy training for your
next event.
That's why your husband went to other women.
His little...
what?
I couldn't even say it was funny like
that.
Becky gets in a couple of strong punches
to Helga's chin, then gets her hands to
her throat.
They grapple, knocking over the TV.
Helga pushes Becky heavily onto a small table.
An elderly couple lie in bed looking up
at the ceiling.
What the hell are they doing up there?
Eh, maybe that's how they make love in
Tizana.
Helga hurls Becky onto the washstand, smashing glass.
She repeatedly thumps her head on the basin
She punches her and then shoves her across
the room and over another low table breaking
yet more glass.
Becky grabs a heavy glass vase and smashes
it against Helga's head.
She then delivers several vicious high kicks and
gets Helga into an armlock, forcing her against
the wall.
What the hell are you?
No!
Thrown onto the bed, Helga now struggles to
get her gun out of her handbag.
The pair grapple madly for control of the
weapon until they topple off the bed.
Becky emerges at speed from the motel door
and rushes headlong down the metal stairway.
Helga limps out and raises her gun.
Becky escapes and runs out onto the busy
street.
Bitch!
Helga, badly wounded, falls to the floor at
Becky's house.
Maybe she'll give you skiing lessons.
This girl is in great shape.
She ought to be.
Look at all this equipment.
And her bedroom.
Think she's a little obsessed?
Hey, that's what it takes to win.
You gotta be obsessed.
I admire her.
She never won, but she keeps on trying.
Do you know what bothers me about all
this?
His job is so clean, so professional, but
he leaves an empty cigarette pack.
I mean, I know we're valley detectives, so
we're not all that bright, but how stupid
does he think we are?
Unless he doesn't care.
A latex-gloved hand unlatches the front door.
The other gloved hand holds a large silenced
pistol.
The homicide detectives look up.
You hear something?
What?
I'm gonna check downstairs.
The female cop looks over the bannister.
She cautiously descends the stairs.
She looks around curiously.
A closet door opens and Lee emerges.
He shoots her square in the forehead.
Before she's even fallen he grabs her and
stashes her in the closet, then turns his
attention on the male cop upstairs, who now
looks concerned and draws his own gun.
Lee stands behind the door.
Without a shred of remorse he murders the
male policeman, then checks his handiwork and indulges
in a small smile of satisfaction.
Heading into Becky's bedroom he gets a set
of keys from the bedside drawer.
Parting the clothes hanging in the closet, he
locates the old-fashioned safe and inserts a
key into the lock.
From among a trash of medals he pulls
out a box, which is full of bundles
of banknotes.
He riffles through them.
Lee looks up curiously, closes the box, draws
his pistol and goes out onto the landing.
He bends down over the corpse of the
male cop and pulls the man's police badge
off his belt.
On the doorstep stands the red-haired vice
cop.
The young cop has started up the stairs
but backs off seeing Lee barring his way.
I think that Becky Fox might be in
on this.
Really?
Yes.
Maybe she hired the hitmen.
I know it sounds far-fetched, but she
and the victim were recently divorced.
Maybe that's something to check into.
Maybe the divorce was a messy thing.
I don't know.
But the fact that she said them, it
bothers me.
What do you think?
Interesting.
It's reaching.
But worth consideration.
Listen, would you be willing to do a
little legwork for us?
Absolutely.
You name it.
Anything.
What do you need?
I have to take a ride down to
the station and see if the lab has
an ID print of the cigarette pack.
Maybe you want to ride along?
I would love to.
Maybe you can find out who that divorce
lawyer was.
And I should check into the insurance policies
because a lot of times these couples get
divorced and they don't bother changing the beneficiaries
on their policies right away.
Good idea.
Come on.
Helga appears.
Lee opts not to shoot the young cop,
instead merely pistol-whipping him unconscious.
The blood-soaked Helga collapses.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
I don't think so.
What are you, kidding?
You think I want to shoot you?
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Shoot me.
What are you, fucking crazy?
I think he's suicidal.
We all have our flaws.
You know, I had a bad feeling about
you right from the beginning.
Um...
What if I shoot her?
Huh?
You want one hair on her body, and
I'll kill you, and I'm not fucking around!
Now you point that gun somewhere else right
this second or I swear you'll be sorry.
You'll come with me?
If you give me a word, once we're
safely out of the valley, you'll let everybody
go.
How can you take this loser's word?
You can't believe him!
I'll take his word over yours.
It's been my experience more often than not
that a loser has more honour than a
winner.
I give you my word.
Your word of honour?
You got it.
Come on, bogey.
Come on.
I'm telling you, there's not enough room in
the car.
Don't you start with me, you little selfish
prick.
Because you, I don't give a shit about.
Look, I can't go.
I'm in a lot of pain.
Doctors compare the pain of passing a kidney
stone to a woman giving birth to a
baby.
Bouncing in the car will hurt.
I've got to take painkillers and lay down.
Tell him all to you and us.
Make him understand.
He's out of pain now.
Let's go.
Audrey, Audrey, come on.
As soon as I'm out of the valley,
I'll let you all go.
Look, I really didn't want to have to
hit him.
You lost your temper.
Sometimes that happens.
Yeah.
When I was a kid, once I got
so mad at my father because he didn't
come to my...
What didn't he come to?
To my piano recital.
I got so mad, I...
I set fire to his favourite chair.
Did you really?
Good for you.
What's your name?
Tosmo.
You still play the piano?
No, he gave it up.
Well, it's never too late to start again.
Okay, come on, let's get the hell out
of here.
Julius, in the back.
In the front.
Susan drives.
Teddy sits in the front.
Dasmo gets in the rear with Audrey.
Am I dying?
Is Becky dead?
No.
She ran.
I took a shot at her.
I don't know if I hit her.
No, Lee!
Lee, it hurts.
Please take me to a hospital.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
This is a tough decision for me.
Decision?
What decision?
Lee comes across to where Helga lies on
the couch.
He kisses her passionately on the mouth.
There's no other way, baby.
I can't take you to a hospital.
You understand?
She kisses him desperately.
He stands and places the muzzle of his
gun above her heart.
Give me a minute.
You give everybody else a minute.
He hesitates.
Then, keeping the gun in place, he pulls
out and starts his stopwatch.
Maybe...
Maybe the wound's not as bad as it
looks.
No, you've lost too much blood.
You're definitely dying.
I'm doing you a favour by finishing you
off.
She writhes in anguish.
He slides down onto the floor beside her,
stroking and kissing her face.
Honey, just tell me the truth.
I don't know.
Did you sleep with Roy?
Honey?
I...
How can you ask me that?
How can you ask me that now?
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I gotta get out of here.
Just for the record, I think you did
sleep with him.
Goddamn automatics.
Just jam.
Hold on a second.
He pats her face with grotesque sangfroid and
crosses to where the young cop lies and
starts frisking him.
You don't mind if I borrow this, do
you?
Turning back with the policeman's gun, he finds
the couch empty.
Helga rolls down a leafy bank.
Lee emerges onto the veranda and looks around.
Spotting her, he puts the gun between his
teeth, pulls off his latex gloves and pursues
her implacably.
She staggers into the road.
He takes aim.
A car stops and the occupants bend over
her in the road.
Where are we going?
We're gonna drop everybody in Pasadena.
But then you're gonna go back to Brooklyn?
What's this?
Stop the car!
Shut up!
Stop the car!
Keep going!
I'm a nurse!
I have to get out of the car!
Would you shut up and just...
Let her out!
Let her out of the car!
Audrey goes to Helga's aid.
What happened?
She just...
she came out of the bushes...
Alright, it's okay.
Try to relax.
Just try to relax.
That's it.
You can hold on to my hand.
That's it.
Everything's gonna be okay.
What kind of language is that?
It sounds Swedish.
Lee aims from the shadows.
Dazmo looks around.
It's okay.
Try to relax.
Everything's gonna be okay.
She's not gonna make it if we don't
get to the town.
What's going on?
I need the car.
I'm driving you.
Oh, thank you, Jenny.
There you go.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Alright, that's it.
Okay, try and breathe.
That's a girl.
Just relax.
Audrey clutches Helga's blood-soaked hand and looks
down compassionately as the young woman, eyes wide,
seems to draw her final breath.
Her hand goes limp.
Audrey feels for a pulse and then pulls
the jacket Teddy has laid over Helga up
over the young woman's face.
Inside Becky's house, Lee hurries up the stairs
to pick up the money.
The young cop, rubbing his head, walks out
through the front door.
Dazmo draws up.
Lee takes a position in the doorway.
Get the fuck down!
Down!
Lee returns fire.
Get the fuck down.
Get behind the car and stay there.
Stay the fuck down!
Go on.
Save him.
Cause the next shot's gonna blow his brains
out.
Who is he?
I'm a police officer.
Stay where you are.
Do not jeopardise your safety for me.
Shoot a guy when he's down.
Where's your guts?
You can save him.
Go get him.
Fuck him.
I'm coming to get you.
Don't get me, Dumbo.
Stay where you are.
That's an order.
You motherfucking cowardly prick!
The cop has been shot in the knee.
Don't get me, Dumbo.
Dazmo exchanges a look with Susan.
Lee shoots the cop a second time.
Dazmo, don't!
He'll kill you!
Dazmo heroically resolves to go and save the
policeman.
He strides out from behind his tree.
He grabs the cop and turns to drag
him to safety.
Lee shoots Dazmo in the back.
Susan looks at where Dazmo has fallen.
Lee swaggers out from the house.
Lee looks down at the terrified cop and
places his foot on the man's chest.
Time's up.
Dazmo spins around and aims at Lee.
Lee crosses to Dazmo, kicks the useless gun
out of his hand and then pulls up
his shirt revealing the bulletproof vest.
You're a tricky son of a bitch.
You almost got away with it.
But that's your life, isn't it, Dazmo?
Almost, but not quite.
Lee aims his pistol at Dazmo's head.
Dazmo winces.
Susan winces.
It is Lee, however, who has been hit.
He sways slightly looking ahead of him still
almost smiling.
Then he collapses.
The money hits the ground.
Teddy stands holding his small smoking pistol.
Dazmo and the cop exchange a look.
Dazmo then scoops the wads of banknotes back
into the box under the gaze of the
cop.
Dazmo proffers the box of cash to the
cop.
Dazmo!
Hurry!
Go.
Go.
The cop waves him away.
Dazmo, clutching his toupee to his head, runs
with the money towards where Susan sits in
the car.
Dazmo stops and looks into Teddy's eyes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Dazmo scuttles around and into the passenger seat
of the car.
He exchanges a look with Susan.
You want this?
Teddy holds out his gun.
Susan looks expectantly at Dazmo.
She smiles gratefully at Dazmo.
Teddy breaks into a broad grin.
The screen goes black.
Morning.
The teeming city spreads out at the foot
of the surrounding hills.
Up the road runs Becky.
She crosses to a large red 4x4 parked
by the curb.
She feels beneath the wheel arch for the
magnetic key box.
She takes from under the windscreen wiper what
may be a parking ticket, then gets in
and breathes a sigh of relief.
She winds down her window and pulls away.
A bumper sticker on the rear of the
vehicle reads Team USA Nagano Japan Reach for
Gold 1998.
She throws the ticket from her windscreen out
onto the roadway and disappears around a bend.
Beneath a banner decorated with the star of
David and reading Happy 50th Anniversary to Abe
and Louise, Audrey seems to be ministering to
an elderly man in a wheelchair.
Teddy stands across the street looking at her.
He now approaches with bogey on his lead.
She turns surprised, then bends down to pet
the dog.
People say that I act so strange.
Susan drives Alan's red BMW along a country
road, turning to throw a fond look at
Dazmo.
You know you do know me.
From Polly's Pizza in Studio City.
You knew?
I realised it when you were cooking but
I didn't want to say anything.
I didn't want to embarrass you.
Dazmo leans across and kisses Susan full on
the lips.
You know, this could be seed money to
open up a pizzeria in Brooklyn.
Dazmo?
What?
There's just one thing that bothers me.
It's been bothering me since we met.
Can I do something?
Don't get mad, just try it.
What?
She lifts off his toupee.
Give me that.
You look better without it, you really do.
Don't ever do that again.
He crossly pulls down the vanity mirror in
the sun blind and prepares to replace his
hairpiece.
He pauses, however, and inspects how he looks.
Susan looks across at him.
He suddenly folds the mirror back up, looks
across at her and then tosses the wig
over his shoulder.
She smiles fondly, looks back at the roadway
and then puts her bunched fingers to her
lips and makes a typically Italian gesture of
appreciation.
He laughs delightedly.
The car continues along a sweep of road
beneath low hills.
Horse riders canter in the adjoining fields.
The end.
I've got the hot stuff now.
It was down in the valley.
In the valley so low.
It was when I held you so tight.
How could I ever let you go, go,
go, go?
It was down, down, down, down, down, down,
down.
In the valley so low.
When I held up baby you so tight.
How could I ever let you go now?
Hot.
Good Lord.
Got the.
Down in the valley.
Down in the valley.
So low.
So low.
Can't go no further.
Down, down, too much.
Got the.
I'm moving.
I'm moving.
Moving.
Got the.
Can't.
Can't.
Can't.
Go no further now.
Got the.
Got the.
Could fall out of it.
Got the.
Got the.
Moving.
Moving.
Moving.
Two months now.
Rock it.
Rock it.
Rock it.
Got the.
It was a good time.
What we having.
We got the.
Got the.
Keep on.
Keep on.
Move.
Rock it, rock it!
Valley, voiced by Neville Watchhurst on behalf of
MCS Agency.
The golden stars of the Paramount logo stream
out and frame the snow-capped mountain peak.
Rysher Entertainment presents a redemption production.
Two men sit in a car in the
pitch darkness overlooking the lights of a town
below them.
You know, that first amount of money you
offered me, you understand why I had to
turn you down.
I made good money when I worked.
Yeah, I know, where I live, it doesn't
look I'm that well-off because, well, that's
because I was gambling and I was fucking
sick and I blew every dime I made
because I had the gambling habit.
But now I'm trying to do the right
thing.
Even though we never worked together, I value
this new relationship.
But I won't work for nothing.
Sure, I can use the money, but I
gotta be paid my quota.
You understand that, don't you?
How long since you've worked, Oswald?
Hey, you go through a little dry spell,
what's it make?
It makes you stronger.
I'm okay.
I always knew I'd be back.
What is it?
Sounds like she's having a bad dream.
The clean-cut, bespectacled younger man presses on
his radio earpiece.
Dazmo picks up a pair of binoculars and,
casting an ironic glance at his companion, trains
them on a house down the hill.
A woman sleeps fitfully.
Roy!
On the other side of the room from
the woman, a man who has been sleeping
in a twisted hammock slips out of it
and falls heavily to the floor.
I'm on my knees where you always wanted
me to be.
I never wanted you on your knees, Roy.
What do I do next, beg or bark?
All right, come on to bed.
Go to sleep on this side.
Roy crawls gleefully across and into the bed,
grinning broadly, and puts an arm around the
woman.
My little one.
Don't call me that.
But you were my little one, right?
God!
God.
Why did you come over?
Because it's our anniversary.
I kept thinking of all the good times.
Are you seeing someone?
No.
No one special?
How many girls are you seeing?
No one.
What's so funny?
He is.
What's going on?
He's trying to screw her.
Is it that bad?
Tell me what the fuck's happening.
Please.
Becky, I missed you.
That's why I came over here.
Why are you doing this?
What are you doing here?
You left me.
Yeah, but I think I made a mistake.
Who was the Norwegian bimbo in Lillehammer?
The one that you brought to watch me
race?
Olga?
Did she distract you?
No.
No, no, not at all.
No, out of the corner of my eye,
I saw this giant viking blonde with blue
eyes, oh, crawling all over you.
Didn't distract me in the least.
Blocked it right out of my mind and
came in fourth, barking again.
Yeah, well, at least you came in fourth.
Let's just go to sleep.
She turns away angrily.
He continues looking at her slyly, then pulls
around roughly, gets on top of her and
kisses her.
No!
No!
Go call your viking!
Becky.
Becky.
Come on, come on.
Becky.
I think I'm gonna love you.
Roy, stop.
I mean, stop it.
I'll throw you out.
Good night.
Becky lies face down on the bed, wearing
an anguished expression.
Roy turns away in apparent frustration and lies
beside her on his back, looking upwards.
We're going back to sleep.
Let's go.
What the fuck happened?
Does every other word out of your mouth
have to be fucked up, man?
Is that the extent of your vocabulary?
Well, it fucking bothers you?
I didn't fucking know.
In what appears to be the earliest light
of dawn, the car moves along a road
at the base of a bluff of hills.
The car now moves slowly down a narrow
lane bordered by a high wooden fence.
The car headlights are extinguished as the vehicle
cruises gently to a halt on a patch
of gravel drive by the fence.
The driver and Dasmo get out of the
car and stroll towards a house.
Very quiet.
This ain't my first barbecue.
Are you sure she don't have a fucking
dog?
Dasmo, a tough guy like you is afraid
of dogs?
I ain't afraid of them.
They just don't like me.
I don't know what it is.
They always growl at me.
A small terrier looks expectantly at a front
door as it opens inwards.
A middle-aged woman enters reading a letter.
Teddy?
You don't have the rent.
What would you do if you were me
and I hadn't paid the rent for four
months?
I would evict me.
I don't want to be an arsehole, Teddy.
You're not an arsehole, Evelyn.
I'll be gone tomorrow.
Where will you go?
Listen, there's one thing you could do.
I may be moving around for a while
and would you look after Bogey?
You're not giving him away.
No.
What about that agent you used to have
dinner with once a week?
Couldn't he advance you some money?
He doesn't return my calls.
Evelyn wearily puts the letter down on a
side table and goes back the way she
came in.
Teddy, whose face is festooned with shaving foam,
returns to the bathroom to finish what he
started.
Bogey, the small terrier, scampers off to another
part of the apartment and then returns carrying
a lead in its mouth.
The dog brings it expectantly to Teddy.
Okay, little man.
One last walk to the park.
Teddy rinses the soap vaguely from his face.
He stops, his attention drawn to a small
pistol sitting next to the basin.
Cocking the pistol, he raises it to his
temple, looking at himself sadly in the mirror
all the while.
He casts a look down at Bogey, who
looks up with bright black eyes.
Teddy appears near tears as he prepares to
pull the trigger.
When I do it, I'll load it first.
Stashing the gun in his back pocket, Teddy
ambles across the bathroom and unrolls a wad
of toilet paper with which he dries his
face.
He picks up a gilt statuette and reads
the inscription on the base.
1982 Emmy Award, Teddy Peppers, Director, Arthur's Last
Hope.
He nods ironically, places the toilet roll over
the figure and drops the whole thing in
the bin.
Dasmo and the young man from the car
move stealthily through the darkness of Becky's bedroom.
Dasmo holds an open flick knife which he
uses to cut the cable of the bedside
phone.
He then retrieves the tiny listening bug secreted
beneath the bedside table.
The young man prepares a syringe and while
Dasmo trains a powerful handgun at the sleeping
Roy, he advances towards Becky's exposed bottom.
Dasmo pushes the muzzle of his gun right
into the mouth of the terrified Roy.
Otherwise I'm going to have to pull the
trigger.
Open up.
So I don't hurt the teeth.
Roy glances across at the young man who
stands wearing a sinisterly bland expression and latex
surgical gloves.
You mind if I smoke?
Roy shakes his quivering head.
Dasmo acknowledges with a polite smile.
The young man then bounds onto the bed
and straddles Roy.
He tweaks the fingers of his gloves.
Dasmo looks on, pulling out a cigarette.
The young man unzips his bomber jacket and
pulls out a stopwatch.
You have one minute to decide the rest
of your life.
I'm going to ask you three questions.
If you lie, you die.
Why'd you let him sit up?
Get comfortable.
No?
Alright.
47 seconds.
First question.
You met her in Lillehammer.
Who'd she say she was?
Helga.
Helga Svelkin.
Did Becky know about your other business in
Norway?
Did she know what you did there besides
fall down ice skating?
I don't know what you're talking about.
There's no sense in trying to protect Helga.
She's dead.
26 seconds.
Helga's dead?
He flashes a photo of the naked Helga
in a pool of blood.
Can I see that picture?
Will you shut your mouth and let me
finish?
This is the one not to get wrong.
Was Helga the one who approached you on
behalf of the North Koreans?
You have 16 seconds left.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Was it Helga?
If you don't admit that she was your
contact in the next 10 seconds.
9 8 7 6 5 4 2
Okay.
She was my contact.
The young man tilts his head briefly in
acknowledgement.
He removes the muzzle of his silenced pistol
from Roy's forehead and climbs off him.
Roy struggles to sit up.
This thing isn't about a gambling debt.
The gun is raised.
Shit!
I just got a flat!
Can you believe it?
I'm on my way to a $300,000
commission and I just got a fucking flat!
Call AAA right away.
Send them to Ventura and Woodland.
Tell them to hurry.
There'll be a big tip waiting.
Call Mr. Carnegie.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as
I can.
Apologise.
You know what to say.
Then go to my house and feed the
dog.
Wait there until you hear from me, alright?
Oh, I just assumed you never have plans,
Susan.
The suave young Englishman pulls over in his
red BMW coupe.
Shit!
He gets out of the car and walks
to look at the flat tyre.
He suddenly doubles over in apparent agony.
A renewed spasm of pain sends him reeling
backwards into the line of traffic.
A 4x4 swerves to avoid him.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Get out of the street!
Across the street in front of a bar
terrace where people continue drinking and dancing obliviously
sits a young African-American man at the
wheel of an open-topped car.
He looks across at the Englishman, then ducks
down to hotwire the engine before crossing to
him through the traffic.
The young man picks him up in a
fireman's lift.
The young man tips the Englishman unceremoniously into
the rear of the open-topped car.
He notices the billfold which has fallen out
of the Englishman's pocket and stoops to pick
it up, then trousers it.
He gets in and drives away.
The registration plate reads, California, ride me.
A man runs out from the bar.
That's my car!
He just stole my car!
Nighttime.
Arc lights illuminate a stretch of grass fringed
by trees.
Teddy walks bogey.
Another dog walker approaches.
Teddy!
Teddy Peppers?
Is that you?
Teddy!
It's Ralph!
It's Ralph Kruppi!
I did three days' work on that feature
of yours called Lights Out.
Oh, yeah.
I remember.
Boy, what a bum that was.
Have you worked since?
Just kidding.
Just kidding.
You know, that was one of two or
three in a row for you.
I mean, flops.
I mean, bum.
So what happens now?
You go back to TV?
You must be thinking that you're losing touch
with your audience or something.
You see, God!
Those critics were cruel.
I don't think I've ever read reviews that
terrible for a movie.
What happened?
I read the script.
I thought it was a drama.
What was all that stuff with the elephant
in the middle?
I know it's a long story.
The studio fucked you over.
Hey, you still have the dog.
The same dog.
You still have the terrier.
This is another one.
That one was hit by a car.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I remember your wife used to bring that
other one around the set when he was
still a puppy.
What?
How is she, your wife?
She's an actress, right?
We're divorced.
Oh, God, I'm sorry, cos she is so
pretty.
Well, look, I hope you get another chance
soon.
Otherwise, I'll see you down on the unemployment
line.
Just kidding.
Bogie looks on as the man walks away
and then up at Teddy who stands watching
the man go with an expression of venomous
disdain on his face.
The screen goes black.
In the hills above the city a motorcyclist
sits at the roadside looking down at the
pool of pollution hanging in the early morning
light.
I'll be your love.
You'll be mine.
You'll be mine.
Streams of traffic move both ways along a
city street.
A ten-lane freeway teems with cars.
A sign reads Studio City One Mile.
A woman and a tiny child hose the
lawn of their home.
Girls play sport behind a high wire mesh
fence.
A sign reads Income Tax Immigration Weddings.
Hands with a set of startlingly red manicured
fingernails massage the skin of someone's back.
Feel good?
Oh yeah.
Feels great.
You live California?
No.
Chicago.
Here for vacation?
Where are you from?
Vietnam.
Vietnam?
This was a Japanese place.
Mother Vietnamese.
Father Japanese.
How do you say mud?
No.
You're not mud.
You're a very beautiful girl.
Thank you.
It's in her face.
As she crosses to the other side of
the room she brushes against the chair knocking
the man's police ID badge out of the
pocket of his jacket.
He leans down and secretively tucks it back
into his clothes.
Feel okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just softened his side.
Okay.
The red haired man lies on his back
smiling as she gently massages upwards from his
calves towards the towel draped across his middle.
She smiles demurely and looks towards him with
her lovely dark eyes.
That feels very nice.
You're strong.
Nice body.
Look at you, so big.
His erection is plainly visible through the towel.
Finish.
You're done?
You want something else?
Like what?
What do you want?
What could I get?
You've been here before?
No.
No, no.
I've been to massage parlours before but just
not this one.
Can this place just open?
You have nice eyes.
Yeah, just open.
What do you want I do?
I'd like...
I take too much time you make customer
waiting.
What do you want I do?
You know, I should go.
I gotta go.
I didn't realise the time I'm gonna meet
somebody.
You want nothing else?
No, thank you.
Her eyes widen incredulously and she steps wearily
away from him.
A bearded man sits at the wheel of
a parked car.
He looks around with tired eyes as if
absorbing a piece of bad news.
In his hands he holds a letter.
He turns to it and reads attentively, then
puts a hand to his face as if
in desperation.
Looking up he quickly folds the letter and
stashes it as across the road towards him
walks the red-haired policeman from the massage
parlour.
The red-haired man smoking a cigarette walks
around the car and gets into the front
passenger seat.
What happened?
Nothing.
She didn't do anything.
Just a straight massage.
What?
Maybe she made me as a cop.
Are you trying to tell me that that's
a legitimate Japanese therapy studio?
No, I'm trying to tell you that nothing
happened.
That place is definitely a handjob house and
we're gonna raid it.
Every one of those slanty-eyed whores, I
am gonna personally throw in the can and
make sure they're deported.
Hey, Alvin.
Can I ask you a question?
You know, I hate it when people ask
me if they can ask a question.
Just ask it.
Why do you hate Asians so much?
I don't hate Asians.
I don't like whores.
The red-haired man puzzles over this.
Hey, Alvin.
Just ask it.
Okay.
There are about a hundred massage parlours in
L.A. and for years Vice hasn't bothered
with any of them.
Why are we starting now?
Because this one's in the valley.
All the others are downtown or they're in
Culver City or Santa Monica.
But this one is right in the valley
and there are gonna be no massage parlours
in the valley.
I was born two miles from here.
I own a house in Studio City.
This is a nice place to live.
I would like to keep it that way.
That fucking place opened four weeks ago and
it ain't gonna operate a day after today.
Does that answer your question?
Yeah.
Good.
I thought this was a thing out of
New York.
I thought this was a bad guy who
welched on a bet.
What was all this shit about Koreans and
spies?
You know, curiosity killed the cat.
Well, you're real pissed, aren't you?
You like fucking with people's heads, don't you?
How did you find me?
I left you up in the phone book
under washout.
How do you know about that?
Look, I'm grateful for a chance at a...
at a comeback.
To tell you the truth, you know what
I was doing when you called?
Flipping pizzas at Polly's.
Who the fuck are you?
How come you know so much about me?
I know more about you than you know
about yourself, Dumbo.
My name is Dasmo.
Dasmo Pizzo.
The young man grins broadly but unsettlingly at
Dasmo.
On a flat expanse of ground above the
city the car cruises to a halt.
What do you know about me that I
don't know?
This is where you get out.
Dasmo struggles but is too slow.
Shot in the abdomen he gently keels over.
The young man produces a white cloth and
wipes the gun clean of prints.
Another car pulls onto the piece of ground.
The young man gets out and wipes the
car door handle.
Got a lot of coke.
He throws a small package in through the
open window.
Moving around to the rear of the car
he chucks some glass vials on the ground
by the passenger door.
He opens the boot and sets the timer
on an explosive device.
He then runs to the other car in
which sits Helga, obviously not dead.
All done, honey?
What a buffoon.
Roy?
Dumb little pizza man.
Roy's dead, right?
You killed him.
Why were you listening?
Of course not.
You didn't enjoy yourself with him, did you?
Lito, we have to get out of here.
You definitely didn't sleep with Roy.
No.
We're not gonna go through this again, are
we?
What exactly did you do to him?
We kissed.
We met.
That's all, okay?
He didn't touch your breasts?
No.
I'm just telling you, if I found out
you were lying...
Lee kisses Helga passionately on the mouth.
That's amazing, Nicole.
Don't go crazy, okay?
Now let's just go.
Lee puts the car into gear and turns
to reverse away.
The other car explodes in a huge plume
of orange fire, but he does not give
it a single glance.
Down a dusty slope of brush and scrubby
grass rolls a man.
It is Dazmo.
He comes up hard against a fence.
Breathing hard, he now rips open his shirt
to reveal a bulletproof vest.
Prizing the bullet out from the vest, he
then tosses it away and hoists himself up
effortfully onto his elbow.
As he comes up, a trailing bramble snags
his toupee, which slides back off his head.
Into a super-modern complex of white stucco
buildings drives the red BMW coupé, the registration
plate of which reads Art De L'Heure.
A young woman with hair piled high is
at the wheel.
In the passenger seat looking none too well
is the Englishman.
An art installation of a huge mussel shell
with two pairs of feet sticking out of
it rocks suggestively.
The woman bustles to open the door for
the Englishman.
Dazmo sits on the other side of the
fence blowing the dust off his toupee before
replacing it on his head.
Hearing the splash, he peers through the fence
to see a large dog swimming vigorously in
a stylish pool overlooking the city.
Dazmo flaps in panic.
The Englishman limps self-pityingly, then looks around.
He fed him last night?
Flavoured his food with bacon?
Yes.
Good girl.
Me?
Or the dog?
The dog is a boy.
She holds the door open for him, but
not quite far enough.
Open the door and let the air in.
And let Mark in.
Then I want you to call the hospital,
find out the name of the fag who
gave them his credit card for me.
I want to send him maybe a Chagall
lithograph.
That's very generous.
Thanks.
I owe this guy.
It might have saved my life.
You must still be sedated.
You never gave me a Chagall print and
I've worked for you for eight years.
Susan, if you wanted, I could give you
something better.
What?
You know, with a little surgery, you don't
have to be that homely.
I'd pay for implants and liposuction, but don't
take it as an insult.
You know how much I like you.
I'll let you dug in.
If you fixed yourself up, you might meet
a man.
As she leaves, he picks up the phone.
Hello, Audie?
It's me.
Your kidney-stoneless half-brother.
That's right, I had them last night.
Did Mum ever have kidney stones?
The urologist wanted to know.
If you're checking your machine before you leave
work, just come on by.
I need a nurse.
Susan!
Susan, don't be so sensitive!
Christ!
For God's sake, Susan!
Come back inside!
The Englishman limps out to the poolside to
find Susan looking on as Dazmo, seated on
a huge pair of sunglasses, trains his gun
on the staring dog.
Call him off!
Who are you?
Call your fucking dog off!
Mark!
Come here!
Mark!
Heel!
Call him off!
He's not vicious.
He just wants to fetch.
He's waiting for you to throw the gun.
I'm telling you, you'd better get over here
and drag him away, or I'll shoot him.
And then I'll shoot the both of you,
too.
Do you have something to do with that
car that blew up on Mulholland?
I was supposed to be in the car.
And there's a man that's going to come
looking for me.
A man who wants to finish the job
he botched.
I'd like to borrow the keys to your
car.
Give me the keys.
Susan gingerly tosses the keys to Dazmo, causing
the dog to growl again.
I'm going to pull him away.
Good idea.
Prick fuck.
Fuck prick.
Fuck you.
The Englishman hunches and sidles towards the dog.
God, are you ugly.
Do I know you?
Me?
You look familiar.
Susan, what?
Harish, but I changed it from Peluso.
Peluso's a beautiful name.
You shouldn't have changed it.
You got a smoke?
No, I don't smoke.
Look, I'm not a thief, but I need
money.
I lost my wallet.
No, not yours.
His.
All I have is about $40.
Dazmo gestures impatiently.
The Englishman tosses him the wad of cash.
Dazmo fails to catch it and gives the
Englishman a dangerous look.
As he bends down to pick it up,
his wig slips to the ground.
Susan looks at the Englishman and stifles a
smile.
It's crooked.
Dazmo turns towards Susan, who makes tiny gestures
with her finger to indicate how he needs
to adjust the toupee.
Dazmo accepts this and tweaks his hairpiece accordingly,
then scuttles away.
The Englishman, hiding abjectly behind Susan, looks at
her quizzically.
Peluso!
Dazmo scurries through the art-bedecked house.
Reaching the front door, he suddenly retreats back
inside, slipping as he does so.
Shit!
Shit!
He scurries to retrieve the car keys and
then limps back further into the house.
Susan enters from the back.
Get that dog outside.
You two come in.
Shut the door!
You got anything to eat in this place?
I'm fucking starved.
You got any pasta here?
Any marinara sauce?
Any garlic?
Why don't you just go?
Take the car and leave!
You want us to cook for you?
No, no.
I'll cook.
A gabled motel on a busy street.
You know, people don't realise how important a
minute is.
So much life revolves around a single minute.
You have a minute egg, a minute waltz,
a minute rice.
People are always demanding you give them a
minute.
Nobody realises how valuable it is until they
only have one left.
Just stand there.
Helga enters from the bathroom scantily clad.
I just want to look at you.
God never broke the mould out of you.
So that's my mum and agency.
Tell yourself it's a world that's
too short.
She sits, legs splayed, feet resting on the
edge of the bed.
Lee gets up and begins kissing her left
knee and thigh.
She holds the back of the chair and
writhes in pleasure.
God, you are beautiful.
He walks brusquely to the other side of
the room.
I asked Roy if you were the one
who approached him on behalf of the North
Koreans and he had 16 seconds to answer.
I think you wet his bed.
He puts ice down his pants.
Why did you go through that ridiculous story?
Just to torture him?
Sometimes I really think he should have been
born during the Spanish Inquisition.
He slips ice into his mouth.
She has turned in her chair to face
him.
He advances.
He tosses her onto the bed and kneels
between her legs.
He loves me.
Give me your back.
Don't put your hand around my throat.
I think you like it a little bit.
I know.
It makes me not trust you.
You can trust me.
You can always trust me.
He bites through her bask and rips it
wide open.
Which breast does he touch?
This one?
He holds the ice between his teeth and
presses it to her nipple.
I don't have to touch either one the
way it turned out.
Why didn't you change your mind?
I thought the whole idea of me having
an affair with him was to lure him
into the desert where we kill him.
But I know why you did it at
Becky's house.
Why?
Let it get to you personally.
You've never done that before.
On top of him now, she kisses him
savagely on the mouth.
I must really be in love with you.
They embrace tightly and passionately.
A pan of pasta penne bubbles on the
stove.
A vivid red sauce scattered with herbs sits
in an adjacent pan.
Dazmo stands holding his gun in his right
hand and a wooden spatula in his left.
He tastes the sauce and sprinkles in more
seasoning.
Susan looks on.
You got any rapini?
What is that?
It's an Italian vegetable, like broccoli.
He doesn't have any.
I do all the shopping for him.
You ought to keep some in the house.
It's good for you.
It's got a tonne of vitamins and minerals.
Prevents cancer.
I eat it on a daily basis.
The Englishman holds a glass of water.
Dazmo tastes the sauce.
What are your pants stained with?
Oh, yeah.
I got to borrow a change of clothes.
Why was that car you were in blown
up?
Why does that man want to kill you?
What were you two involved in?
You think I'm going to tell you?
He doesn't know.
You don't know why that man tried to
kill you, do you?
You're a pretty smart cookie, aren't you?
Anybody in your family connected?
No, I'm not from New York.
I grew up in Reseda.
Oh.
We got people out here.
We got people everywhere.
Susan and Dazmo share a look which is
broken by the Englishman who imperiously thrusts out
his water glass for her to fill and
then eyes Dazmo with disdain.
You guys are hungry, right?
Well, I could eat.
Well, sit down.
It's almost ready.
Don't do that!
She has pulled out a chair.
You sit in the chair.
He's sitting on the floor.
He's a rude little shit and that's his
punishment.
I heard the comment you made before while
I was by the pool.
If you weren't injured, you'd catch a beating.
And don't you listen to any of that
plastic surgery bullshit.
You're a very attractive woman.
Why don't you change a thing about yourself?
You don't think I need a nose job?
Fuck no, you don't need a nose job.
Good, because she already had one.
Ah!
Oh, shit!
Sit down on the floor.
By your window.
By your door.
He doesn't mean anything by it.
It's just part of his nature to be
cruel.
Don't take any offence.
Look, from now on, as long as I'm
here, you don't make no more apologies for
him.
That's a new rule, okay?
Okay?
Okay.
As a matter of fact, you don't make
no apologies for nobody in your life.
Including yourself.
Do you mind serving?
Daylight.
The exterior of Becky's house.
Wind rustles hanging foliage by an upper window.
Inside, Becky lies, still face down on the
bed, slowly coming round.
Opening her eyes, she takes in the bottles
and the shaded lamp on her bedside table,
all covered in a fine spray of red.
She struggles up from beneath the weight of
Roy's body.
She is soaked in blood.
Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
No!
Oh, God!
No!
Remember, you gotta have it on tape, propositioning
you.
You just keep that earring facing toward it.
You gotta negotiate a price.
Be specific.
How much for a hand job?
How much for a blow job?
You don't get it on tape, the D
.A. won't prosecute you.
Goddamn fucking air conditioner!
How to stay in the fucking valley?
Brakes.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You don't look like you're into this.
What, I'm supposed to be jumping up and
down, all excited about busting a massage parlour?
You really think that closing down this place
is gonna have a major impact on your
precious valley?
Hey, these people spread disease.
Oh, Jesus, why am I justifying your job
to you?
What the hell did you think you were
gonna do when you transferred to Vice?
You wanna know what I think?
I was at that massage parlour, and I
liked that girl.
Yeah, the sweet kid.
The woman who runs the place probably gave
her a ticket, brought her over from some
place, she's working to pay off her debt,
whatever, I don't know.
She is a dickhead.
I agree, we should bust her, absolutely.
But not this kid, come on.
She's just a victim of circumstances.
You're a fucking bleeding-heart liberal.
No, I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm just, I'm fed up.
I joined the force to get into homicide,
to bust people who commit murder.
I wanna be a detective, but I can't
seem to make it happen.
I can't seem to get promoted into homicide,
so I keep transferring around from robbery to
bunco to forgery to vice, and I spent
ten fucking years banging around.
I'm just, I'm not doing what I wanna
do.
You ain't going in there.
You ain't gonna make this bust happen.
You're gonna fuck it up.
You're right.
I'm not going in there.
24-10, this is AC-6.
We got a problem.
We are not going forward.
Help.
Help.
Help.
He's dead.
Somebody killed him.
Do you have a car phone?
I need to call the police.
Lady, we are the police.
At the Los Angeles National Cemetery, Teddy carries
flowers.
Ogie.
Come here.
Teddy stops at one of a long line
of identical white gravestones.
Teddy kneels by the headstone, which beneath an
engraved star of David reads, Henrietta M.
Peppers, Captain W.A.C. U.S. Army.
Ogie looks up eagerly as Teddy pulls out
a bottle of spirits and necks what is
left in the bottom.
Tossing the bottle aside, he then pulls out
his little pistol.
Ogie pants and stares as Teddy pulls out
the magazine and slips a bullet into it
before slotting it back into the butt of
the gun.
He raises it to his temple.
Ogie leaps up.
Teddy closes his eyes.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Shut up.
Somebody will find you.
Somebody will take you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
You're a good boy.
You're the best boy.
You're the best boy.
You'll have a nice house and everything.
You're a good boy, sweetie.
Give Daddy a kiss.
Give Teddy a kiss.
The sound of the bullets.
Nobody knows.
Teddy unhands the terrier and kneels back up,
placing the muzzle of the pistol once again
to his temple.
His attention, however, is drawn to the sound
of a car.
An immaculate open-topped Morris Minor tootles through
the cemetery and pulls up.
A red-haired woman in sunglasses gets out.
Teddy stares, letting the gun fall to his
side.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers.
Teddy looks on fascinated at the woman as
she kneels by a gravestone her back turned
to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
bearing a bunch of flowers her back turned
to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves The
woman, wearing what appears to be a white
nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing a
bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves bearing
a bunch of flowers her back turned to.
The woman, wearing what appears to be a
white nurse's uniform, strides through the graves and
vehicle.
Desmost sits at the kitchen table of the
Englishman who sits on the floor at gunpoint
his face contorted in resentment.
Susan spoons grated parmesan onto Dazmo's pasta and
withdraws to stand at the other side of
the kitchen.
The unmarked F.I.E. squad police car
speeds up the hill to Becky's house.
Pulling up outside the two policemen get out,
followed by the quivering blood-covered Becky.
Becky falls to her knees on the gravel.
The two cops move into the house military
-style, their guns held taut, covering each other
and sweeping the whole place for hostiles.
Alvin goes up the stairs in front of
the younger man.
Halfway up Alvin stops.
The red-haired cop doesn't and bumps his
face into Alvin's back.
Alvin gives his colleague a disdainful look.
Then they continue up into the bedroom.
This room like much of the rest of
the house is festooned with sports trophies.
Roy's dead body lies on the blood-soaked
bed.
Let's go.
Don't be putting your hand on me.
Get downstairs.
Don't put your fucking hand off of me.
Keep pushing me.
What?
Keep pushing me.
What?
Keep pushing me.
What are you guys fighting about?
Oh god.
Miss Fox, where exactly were you when this
happened?
I was lying right next to him.
I mean, I think that I was.
You think?
I don't remember anything.
We were sleeping last night and he's my
ex-husband and we fell asleep and when
I woke up he was like, oh god,
oh god, Roy.
I'm a little confused here.
You say you were sleeping next to him
all night but you didn't hear a shot?
Maybe that's what the injection was.
You know, he stuck it in her and
then he used the silencer.
Oh god, who would do that?
Well, do you know anyone that might know?
No.
Why don't we take this downstairs?
Alvin escorts Becky away back down the stairs,
leaving the would-be homicide cop in his
element.
He spots something on the floor and picks
it up with relish.
Miss Fox?
What?
Miss Fox, do you smoke?
No.
Did your ex-husband?
No, why?
Do you have any friends that smoke?
I don't want smoking in my house.
Why are you asking me that?
Because I found this in your bedroom.
Where was it?
On the floor behind the clothes hanger.
It must be the killer's.
It must belong to them.
Put it back where you found it, you
idiot.
What?
That evidence might be part of the crime
and you're moving it around the house?
Put it back!
The red-haired cop swallows hard but drops
his eyes and heads back up the stairs.
Alright, it's back.
Can we just get out of here?
Yes.
Hey, hey, did you hear that?
She said it belonged to them.
What?
She said it must have belonged to them.
What are you talking about?
I held up the smokes and she said
it must be the killer's.
It must belong to them.
Why would she say them?
It's just a figure of speech.
Like when you find your car stolen, you
say they stole it.
Or someone breaks into your house, you say
they robbed me.
It's just a figure of speech.
Your wannabe detective brain is working overtime.
Alvin prods his colleague's forehead.
Susan leads Audrey upstairs.
Can you just wait a few minutes?
He'll be right down.
Oh, I'll go up.
No, no, no, no.
He wanted you to wait.
Susan, why are you acting so strange?
Oh, I'm not acting strange.
I don't think Alan's going to want another
dog.
Well, where's the swimming puppy?
Can we let him in?
Let's just wait until Alan comes down.
Why don't you guys come over here and
sit on the couch.
Just over here.
Do you want something to drink?
Oh, I would love a scotch.
Sure, I think we've got some.
Is it going a little bit all right?
Perfect.
Audrey?
I'm fine.
Susan, I'm wondering about you.
That won't fit.
Why?
Because it's an expensive suit?
It won't fit you.
You fucking liar.
Lie to me again and I'll knock your
teeth out.
It's a 44.
Some in there are 40 regulars.
Oh, yeah?
Show me one.
Ow!
Jesus!
Tazmo pushes Alan roughly into the open wardrobe
door.
Alan searches unconvincingly for the 40 regular suits.
They're at the cleaners.
But that suit's not going to fit you.
I had to waste it.
Oh, shit!
Look what you've done to my door!
The door falls off onto his head.
Ow!
I had them fitted last month.
But that suit's not going to fit you.
I had the waist custom-tailored.
I have a 32-inch waist.
Ah!
I'll put in for them.
How do you get kidney stones?
Too much calcium will oxalate in your diet.
Oh, yeah?
One of the nurses thinks it's caused by
stress.
Fuck, then I probably got it.
Ow!
Tazmo wheels around in alarm on seeing next
to the bath a bizarre comic stuffed dog
with Alan's own face superimposed beneath the pricked
-up ears.
What have you got to be stressed out
about?
A big house, all this money, all this...
this art?
It's all relative.
Oh, you're lonely.
It's tough being rich.
You can't find someone to love you for
who you are and not for your money.
Look, I wasn't born with a silver spoon
in my mouth.
I spent a large part of my childhood
being brought up in a trailer park.
My father abandoned us, and my mother couldn't
even afford to send me to college.
I might be an arsehole, but I worked
hard to become one.
Well, you've definitely achieved your goal.
How much do they pay you for a
hit?
$2,000?
$5,000?
$5,000?
What, do I look like an amateur?
No.
You look very professional.
The now-trouserless Tazmo looks down, then touches
his toupee.
So you'll be at this number, Miss Fox,
if we need to get in touch.
Yeah, I'll be at my girlfriend's, the one
who's picking me up.
OK, if you want to go anywhere else,
you just let us know.
OK.
Don't worry.
When will they have, um, you know, my
urine analysed?
We should have the results by the morning.
Hey, hey, what'd I tell you?
As the doctor said, we're almost certain it
was a sedative of some kind.
We're gonna find out who did this, I
promise you.
It's just all so weird.
There she is.
There's my girlfriend.
Uh, Miss Fox, did you have to go
back to your place for any reason?
No.
No, I never want to go back there
again.
And, um, call me, Becky.
OK.
Uh, if you think of anything, Becky, anything
at all that you think might help us,
I want you to give me a call.
I'm putting my home number on the back
here, so you can call me any time
at all, day or night, even if it's
just to talk.
Thanks.
OK?
You guys have been great.
The female cop turns ironically to the older
male.
You weren't coming on to her now, were
you, Dad?
Now, what do you think?
She's one hell of an athlete.
I watched her compete on TV.
Did she ever medal?
I don't follow skiing.
No, she just missed.
Came in fourth in the last two Olympics.
Becky gets into the passenger seat of a
car.
At the wheel sits Helga.
How did it go?
How did it go?
How could you kill Roy, in my house,
in my bed, with me sleeping next to
him?
You were supposed to shoot him at his
place.
I didn't tell you where we were gonna
do it, Lee.
I told you.
I didn't want you to know when or
where it was gonna happen.
That way you're out of it.
You can't be connected.
Can't be connected?
I was three inches away from him.
That's exactly why they can't put it together.
Did Lee drop a pack of cigarettes?
Why?
Because they kept asking me about them.
Yes, they were planted.
And I'm not gonna tell you anything more,
because the less you know, the better.
They asked you about them, you answered honestly.
You don't know anybody who smokes them.
That's the way it's supposed to go.
Lee knows what he's doing.
He's protecting you.
Were you there, too?
Where's the money?
Lee wants you to bring the money.
Well, we have a little problem there.
What problem?
It's in my house.
In your house?
In a safe, in the closet of my
house.
Our 30,000 is in your closet?
That's right, that's where it is.
How can you leave that kind of cash
like that?
You know, I'm just curious.
This friend of yours is buried in the
Veterans' Cemetery.
I don't want to talk about him.
I don't mean to be nosy.
I just know what it takes to get
in there.
There's a lot of heroes buried in that
place.
Was your friend a hero?
He wouldn't have considered himself one.
You lose him in Vietnam?
Yes.
Now, I don't really want to talk about
it anymore.
OK.
Next subject.
The Gabled Motel.
Inside, Helga casts a sidelong glance at the
tent's Becky.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to get our money.
It's time for us to say goodbye to
California and we'd like to take our money
with us.
But those detectives are up at the house.
No problem.
What are you going to do?
What?
I'm going to get our money.
Then Helga and I will say goodbye until
you get the check from his insurance company.
Then you'll contact us and we'll divide it
in half.
Get packed.
Have everything in the car, honey.
OK, baby.
I just wish I knew you were going
to kill Roy in my house.
I would have wanted to discuss it.
I've already been through this with her.
Look, darling, it's over.
There's no turning back.
Stay calm.
Follow the plan.
And everything will happen as it should.
Is there...
What?
Is there someone else in on this?
Somebody I should know about?
No.
We're in this together.
Why don't you tell me the truth?
Why do you keep torturing me?
I'll just tell her, Lee.
What's the difference?
Lee stares his unsettling stare and then takes
Becky by surprise by putting his hand to
her face.
He traces down with his left thumb from
her eyebrow over her cheek to her lips.
She gazes back at him with a hint
of arousal.
All right.
Since you've been such a good sport, I'm
going to put your mind at ease so
you can sleep at night.
Yes, there was another person involved.
He's going to take the fall, but you
don't have to worry about him talking because
he's already dead.
Everything will lead back to this person and
it will appear as if he was hired
to kill your ex-husband because of a
drug deal gone bad.
Now, you know almost everything.
What else is there to know?
Becky.
Becky.
We have to keep some secrets from you.
Don't we?
In case you forget to call us when
you get that insurance check.
Exactly.
Lee exits.
Helga crawls across the bed towards Becky with
a seductive smile at Alan's apartment.
He's coming.
Dazmo in a suit pushes Alan into where
the others are waiting.
All right, everybody, sit down.
What's going on?
This guy's holding us hostage.
Well, who is he?
Well, he won't tell us his name, but
I know I know him from somewhere.
All right, everybody, shut up.
Didn't I tell you to sit down?
Teddy stares back at him, reaching for his
little pistol.
Be smart.
Audrey pulls Teddy to the sofa.
All right, here's the situation.
When it gets dark, we're all going to
take a little ride.
Not me, I have to lay down.
Then you'll lay down on a trunk.
Going where?
You'll see when we get there.
Now, I don't want to shoot nobody, but
I will if it becomes a necessity.
If everybody behaves, nobody's going to get hurt.
Miss Peluso, you're going to drive.
Who's Peluso?
That's my real last name.
But how does he know?
She told him.
She's been with me for eight years, and
I never knew she even had another last
name.
He meets her, and five seconds later, they're
bosom buddies.
What are you doing?
I'm just taking some notes.
He's a television writer.
Put the fucking pen down.
Could you talk a little slower?
Look, don't!
He thinks I'm fucking around.
You better tell him I'm not fucking around,
Susan.
He's not fucking around.
He's not...
Give me back the pen.
Sit the fuck down!
Give me that pen.
Shut up!
Sit the fuck down!
Shut those fucking doors!
Lee, impassive, neat and inscrutable, cruises along at
the wheel of a large shiny car.
He glides to a halt at a junction.
Another car draws up alongside him.
At the wheel of this car sits Alvin.
He looks across at the passenger seat and
picks up an enormous multicoloured plastic water blaster
gun, which he holds up, looking along each
sides.
He lowers it, revealing that Lee is now
looking across at him with an expression of
mildly amused approbation.
The lights change and the cop pulls away
and veers to the right in his slightly
worn saloon car.
He draws up in a leafy residential street
and parks by the curb.
Along the opposite pavement runs a high wire
mesh fence.
Alvin gets out carrying his water blaster and
trudges up the lawn towards a house.
He shakes his head as if disapprovingly and
bends to pick up a golf ball from
the grass.
He lobs it violently over the road and
the chain link fence to where a group
of men in casual clothing are playing golf.
As he stoops again, another golf ball whistles
past and smashes a large window pane in
the front of the house.
I've had it with you arseholes.
That is the third time you've broken my
fucking window!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Get out from behind that tree!
Come out with your hands up!
I'm a police officer!
It wasn't me, alright?
It was him!
Walk out!
Hey, where you going?
Walk out!
Okay, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Don't shoot.
Yeah.
The terrified golfer emerges slowly from behind the
tree and edges towards Alvin who is training
his pistol on him.
He prudently drops his golf club.
They stare tensely at each other.
Alvin lowers his gun.
Fucking heck.
Alvin turns and strides away.
The golfer looks confused, glances around towards his
companions and then removes his hands from his
head.
Night time.
Outside the Lotus Touch Massage Japanese Therapy Centre,
the red-haired cop sits pensively in his
car.
He looks pointedly over towards the door of
the massage parlour.
The door opens and the graceful young Vietnamese
masseuse ushers out a rather shabby middle-aged
man who glances furtively around and then departs
at speed.
The masseuse goes back inside.
The cop observes this with a serious face
and then draws intensely on his cigarette.
Alvin, bare-chested, lies slumped back on a
sofa in an untidy living room.
He sits up, picks up a marker pen
and opens a huge birthday card.
Among the trash strewn across the table are
a number of framed photos, one of a
toddler with I love you daddy written on
the frame.
A child's picture of a family group reads
My second daddy.
Good mommy.
Me.
My first daddy.
Alvin writes in the card I love you,
your first daddy.
He closes the brightly coloured card which proclaims
on the front cover Have a wild birthday.
He takes the water blaster and vaguely wraps
it in a sheet of shiny paper.
He arranges the gift and the card and
then casts a look over his shoulder He
does a double take as he notices the
envelope sticking out of the pocket of his
jacket.
He reaches for it and ruefully pulls out
the letter.
He stares at the text of the letter.
It reads Detective Alvin Strayer Based on the
evaluation of complaints of your abusive and erratic
behaviour the psychiatric review board has determined you
are not fit for active duty.
You are hereby ordered to surrender your badge
and weapon within 48 hours.
Strayer clutches his head in his hands framed
by the gaping hole left by his smashed
window he is now a small tragic figure.
Becky in the hotel room washes her face.
He was a shit.
He treated me like shit.
He was a rat.
He cheated on me our whole marriage and
then he sued me for alimony.
I was paying him alimony.
Did you know that?
I was paying him alimony.
No, I don't give a shit about Roy
but those detectives they were nice to me.
I don't want to be a part of
them being killed.
You know what?
We shouldn't have left our money in the
closet.
Well, how was I supposed to know you
were going to shoot Roy in my house?
Don't raise your voice at me.
Can't you call it off?
No!
Now lower your voice you little bitch.
What did you call me?
A bitch.
You know Roy put up with a lot
of shit too.
You were never supportive of his career.
Yours always came first.
You made your husband feel like shit.
That's why he cheated on you.
He deserved alimony.
You liked him.
You really liked him.
Of course I liked him.
Roy was a likeable guy.
He knew how to treat a woman.
But then again, how would you know?
You were never there.
You were always too busy training for your
next event.
That's why your husband went to other women.
His little...
what?
I couldn't even say it was funny like
that.
Becky gets in a couple of strong punches
to Helga's chin, then gets her hands to
her throat.
They grapple, knocking over the TV.
Helga pushes Becky heavily onto a small table.
An elderly couple lie in bed looking up
at the ceiling.
What the hell are they doing up there?
Eh, maybe that's how they make love in
Tizana.
Helga hurls Becky onto the washstand, smashing glass.
She repeatedly thumps her head on the basin
She punches her and then shoves her across
the room and over another low table breaking
yet more glass.
Becky grabs a heavy glass vase and smashes
it against Helga's head.
She then delivers several vicious high kicks and
gets Helga into an armlock, forcing her against
the wall.
What the hell are you?
No!
Thrown onto the bed, Helga now struggles to
get her gun out of her handbag.
The pair grapple madly for control of the
weapon until they topple off the bed.
Becky emerges at speed from the motel door
and rushes headlong down the metal stairway.
Helga limps out and raises her gun.
Becky escapes and runs out onto the busy
street.
Bitch!
Helga, badly wounded, falls to the floor at
Becky's house.
Maybe she'll give you skiing lessons.
This girl is in great shape.
She ought to be.
Look at all this equipment.
And her bedroom.
Think she's a little obsessed?
Hey, that's what it takes to win.
You gotta be obsessed.
I admire her.
She never won, but she keeps on trying.
Do you know what bothers me about all
this?
His job is so clean, so professional, but
he leaves an empty cigarette pack.
I mean, I know we're valley detectives, so
we're not all that bright, but how stupid
does he think we are?
Unless he doesn't care.
A latex-gloved hand unlatches the front door.
The other gloved hand holds a large silenced
pistol.
The homicide detectives look up.
You hear something?
What?
I'm gonna check downstairs.
The female cop looks over the bannister.
She cautiously descends the stairs.
She looks around curiously.
A closet door opens and Lee emerges.
He shoots her square in the forehead.
Before she's even fallen he grabs her and
stashes her in the closet, then turns his
attention on the male cop upstairs, who now
looks concerned and draws his own gun.
Lee stands behind the door.
Without a shred of remorse he murders the
male policeman, then checks his handiwork and indulges
in a small smile of satisfaction.
Heading into Becky's bedroom he gets a set
of keys from the bedside drawer.
Parting the clothes hanging in the closet, he
locates the old-fashioned safe and inserts a
key into the lock.
From among a trash of medals he pulls
out a box, which is full of bundles
of banknotes.
He riffles through them.
Lee looks up curiously, closes the box, draws
his pistol and goes out onto the landing.
He bends down over the corpse of the
male cop and pulls the man's police badge
off his belt.
On the doorstep stands the red-haired vice
cop.
The young cop has started up the stairs
but backs off seeing Lee barring his way.
I think that Becky Fox might be in
on this.
Really?
Yes.
Maybe she hired the hitmen.
I know it sounds far-fetched, but she
and the victim were recently divorced.
Maybe that's something to check into.
Maybe the divorce was a messy thing.
I don't know.
But the fact that she said them, it
bothers me.
What do you think?
Interesting.
It's reaching.
But worth consideration.
Listen, would you be willing to do a
little legwork for us?
Absolutely.
You name it.
Anything.
What do you need?
I have to take a ride down to
the station and see if the lab has
an ID print of the cigarette pack.
Maybe you want to ride along?
I would love to.
Maybe you can find out who that divorce
lawyer was.
And I should check into the insurance policies
because a lot of times these couples get
divorced and they don't bother changing the beneficiaries
on their policies right away.
Good idea.
Come on.
Helga appears.
Lee opts not to shoot the young cop,
instead merely pistol-whipping him unconscious.
The blood-soaked Helga collapses.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
I don't think so.
What are you, kidding?
You think I want to shoot you?
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Shoot me.
What are you, fucking crazy?
I think he's suicidal.
We all have our flaws.
You know, I had a bad feeling about
you right from the beginning.
Um...
What if I shoot her?
Huh?
You want one hair on her body, and
I'll kill you, and I'm not fucking around!
Now you point that gun somewhere else right
this second or I swear you'll be sorry.
You'll come with me?
If you give me a word, once we're
safely out of the valley, you'll let everybody
go.
How can you take this loser's word?
You can't believe him!
I'll take his word over yours.
It's been my experience more often than not
that a loser has more honour than a
winner.
I give you my word.
Your word of honour?
You got it.
Come on, bogey.
Come on.
I'm telling you, there's not enough room in
the car.
Don't you start with me, you little selfish
prick.
Because you, I don't give a shit about.
Look, I can't go.
I'm in a lot of pain.
Doctors compare the pain of passing a kidney
stone to a woman giving birth to a
baby.
Bouncing in the car will hurt.
I've got to take painkillers and lay down.
Tell him all to you and us.
Make him understand.
He's out of pain now.
Let's go.
Audrey, Audrey, come on.
As soon as I'm out of the valley,
I'll let you all go.
Look, I really didn't want to have to
hit him.
You lost your temper.
Sometimes that happens.
Yeah.
When I was a kid, once I got
so mad at my father because he didn't
come to my...
What didn't he come to?
To my piano recital.
I got so mad, I...
I set fire to his favourite chair.
Did you really?
Good for you.
What's your name?
Tosmo.
You still play the piano?
No, he gave it up.
Well, it's never too late to start again.
Okay, come on, let's get the hell out
of here.
Julius, in the back.
In the front.
Susan drives.
Teddy sits in the front.
Dasmo gets in the rear with Audrey.
Am I dying?
Is Becky dead?
No.
She ran.
I took a shot at her.
I don't know if I hit her.
No, Lee!
Lee, it hurts.
Please take me to a hospital.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
What are you doing?
This is a tough decision for me.
Decision?
What decision?
Lee comes across to where Helga lies on
the couch.
He kisses her passionately on the mouth.
There's no other way, baby.
I can't take you to a hospital.
You understand?
She kisses him desperately.
He stands and places the muzzle of his
gun above her heart.
Give me a minute.
You give everybody else a minute.
He hesitates.
Then, keeping the gun in place, he pulls
out and starts his stopwatch.
Maybe...
Maybe the wound's not as bad as it
looks.
No, you've lost too much blood.
You're definitely dying.
I'm doing you a favour by finishing you
off.
She writhes in anguish.
He slides down onto the floor beside her,
stroking and kissing her face.
Honey, just tell me the truth.
I don't know.
Did you sleep with Roy?
Honey?
I...
How can you ask me that?
How can you ask me that now?
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I gotta get out of here.
Just for the record, I think you did
sleep with him.
Goddamn automatics.
Just jam.
Hold on a second.
He pats her face with grotesque sangfroid and
crosses to where the young cop lies and
starts frisking him.
You don't mind if I borrow this, do
you?
Turning back with the policeman's gun, he finds
the couch empty.
Helga rolls down a leafy bank.
Lee emerges onto the veranda and looks around.
Spotting her, he puts the gun between his
teeth, pulls off his latex gloves and pursues
her implacably.
She staggers into the road.
He takes aim.
A car stops and the occupants bend over
her in the road.
Where are we going?
We're gonna drop everybody in Pasadena.
But then you're gonna go back to Brooklyn?
What's this?
Stop the car!
Shut up!
Stop the car!
Keep going!
I'm a nurse!
I have to get out of the car!
Would you shut up and just...
Let her out!
Let her out of the car!
Audrey goes to Helga's aid.
What happened?
She just...
she came out of the bushes...
Alright, it's okay.
Try to relax.
Just try to relax.
That's it.
You can hold on to my hand.
That's it.
Everything's gonna be okay.
What kind of language is that?
It sounds Swedish.
Lee aims from the shadows.
Dazmo looks around.
It's okay.
Try to relax.
Everything's gonna be okay.
She's not gonna make it if we don't
get to the town.
What's going on?
I need the car.
I'm driving you.
Oh, thank you, Jenny.
There you go.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Alright, that's it.
Okay, try and breathe.
That's a girl.
Just relax.
Audrey clutches Helga's blood-soaked hand and looks
down compassionately as the young woman, eyes wide,
seems to draw her final breath.
Her hand goes limp.
Audrey feels for a pulse and then pulls
the jacket Teddy has laid over Helga up
over the young woman's face.
Inside Becky's house, Lee hurries up the stairs
to pick up the money.
The young cop, rubbing his head, walks out
through the front door.
Dazmo draws up.
Lee takes a position in the doorway.
Get the fuck down!
Down!
Lee returns fire.
Get the fuck down.
Get behind the car and stay there.
Stay the fuck down!
Go on.
Save him.
Cause the next shot's gonna blow his brains
out.
Who is he?
I'm a police officer.
Stay where you are.
Do not jeopardise your safety for me.
Shoot a guy when he's down.
Where's your guts?
You can save him.
Go get him.
Fuck him.
I'm coming to get you.
Don't get me, Dumbo.
Stay where you are.
That's an order.
You motherfucking cowardly prick!
The cop has been shot in the knee.
Don't get me, Dumbo.
Dazmo exchanges a look with Susan.
Lee shoots the cop a second time.
Dazmo, don't!
He'll kill you!
Dazmo heroically resolves to go and save the
policeman.
He strides out from behind his tree.
He grabs the cop and turns to drag
him to safety.
Lee shoots Dazmo in the back.
Susan looks at where Dazmo has fallen.
Lee swaggers out from the house.
Lee looks down at the terrified cop and
places his foot on the man's chest.
Time's up.
Dazmo spins around and aims at Lee.
Lee crosses to Dazmo, kicks the useless gun
out of his hand and then pulls up
his shirt revealing the bulletproof vest.
You're a tricky son of a bitch.
You almost got away with it.
But that's your life, isn't it, Dazmo?
Almost, but not quite.
Lee aims his pistol at Dazmo's head.
Dazmo winces.
Susan winces.
It is Lee, however, who has been hit.
He sways slightly looking ahead of him still
almost smiling.
Then he collapses.
The money hits the ground.
Teddy stands holding his small smoking pistol.
Dazmo and the cop exchange a look.
Dazmo then scoops the wads of banknotes back
into the box under the gaze of the
cop.
Dazmo proffers the box of cash to the
cop.
Dazmo!
Hurry!
Go.
Go.
The cop waves him away.
Dazmo, clutching his toupee to his head, runs
with the money towards where Susan sits in
the car.
Dazmo stops and looks into Teddy's eyes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Dazmo scuttles around and into the passenger seat
of the car.
He exchanges a look with Susan.
You want this?
Teddy holds out his gun.
Susan looks expectantly at Dazmo.
She smiles gratefully at Dazmo.
Teddy breaks into a broad grin.
The screen goes black.
Morning.
The teeming city spreads out at the foot
of the surrounding hills.
Up the road runs Becky.
She crosses to a large red 4x4 parked
by the curb.
She feels beneath the wheel arch for the
magnetic key box.
She takes from under the windscreen wiper what
may be a parking ticket, then gets in
and breathes a sigh of relief.
She winds down her window and pulls away.
A bumper sticker on the rear of the
vehicle reads Team USA Nagano Japan Reach for
Gold 1998.
She throws the ticket from her windscreen out
onto the roadway and disappears around a bend.
Beneath a banner decorated with the star of
David and reading Happy 50th Anniversary to Abe
and Louise, Audrey seems to be ministering to
an elderly man in a wheelchair.
Teddy stands across the street looking at her.
He now approaches with bogey on his lead.
She turns surprised, then bends down to pet
the dog.
People say that I act so strange.
Susan drives Alan's red BMW along a country
road, turning to throw a fond look at
Dazmo.
You know you do know me.
From Polly's Pizza in Studio City.
You knew?
I realised it when you were cooking but
I didn't want to say anything.
I didn't want to embarrass you.
Dazmo leans across and kisses Susan full on
the lips.
You know, this could be seed money to
open up a pizzeria in Brooklyn.
Dazmo?
What?
There's just one thing that bothers me.
It's been bothering me since we met.
Can I do something?
Don't get mad, just try it.
What?
She lifts off his toupee.
Give me that.
You look better without it, you really do.
Don't ever do that again.
He crossly pulls down the vanity mirror in
the sun blind and prepares to replace his
hairpiece.
He pauses, however, and inspects how he looks.
Susan looks across at him.
He suddenly folds the mirror back up, looks
across at her and then tosses the wig
over his shoulder.
She smiles fondly, looks back at the roadway
and then puts her bunched fingers to her
lips and makes a typically Italian gesture of
appreciation.
He laughs delightedly.
The car continues along a sweep of road
beneath low hills.
Horse riders canter in the adjoining fields.
The end.
I've got the hot stuff now.
It was down in the valley.
In the valley so low.
It was when I held you so tight.
How could I ever let you go, go,
go, go?
It was down, down, down, down, down, down,
down.
In the valley so low.
When I held up baby you so tight.
How could I ever let you go now?
Hot.
Good Lord.
Got the.
Down in the valley.
Down in the valley.
So low.
So low.
Can't go no further.
Down, down, too much.
Got the.
I'm moving.
I'm moving.
Moving.
Got the.
Can't.
Can't.
Can't.
Go no further now.
Got the.
Got the.
Could fall out of it.
Got the.
Got the.
Moving.
Moving.
Moving.
Two months now.
Rock it.
Rock it.
Rock it.
Got the.
It was a good time.
What we having.
We got the.
Got the.
Keep on.
Keep on.
Move.
Rock it, rock it!
2 Fast 2 Furious (2003)