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- Gentlemen,
this is a delicate proposition.
- I don't want balance,
Tony, I'm a businessman.
- Of course.
Of course, it's something we all agree on.
Correct?
- We need a timeframe
if we're gonna go through with this.
- Within the next 24 hours.
- Everything's in place?
- Yeah, of course, we got--
It was their plan, I swear it.
She looks so good and then she cries
She turns me on when she screams
I always like to dig skies
I always like to live on purpose
I love I love I la love
I love I love I la love
I always seem to pick the pretty ones
I always seem to pick the pretty ones
Yeah I always seem to
pick the pretty ones
I sure know now to pick them
I always seem to pick the pretty ones
I always seem to pick the pretty
- Hey, Dad.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- Jack, I don't wanna have
this conversation again.
Alright?
- Hey, just give me a chance.
- No.
- You're gonna like my ideas.
- No.
- Honest.
- Dad.
- What?
- Don't ignore me on this one.
- Amazing, listen, no.
- No, no, no, no.
- Ah, okay, alright, shoot.
- Easter's coming up, right?
So, I was thinking, what
about an Easter egg hunt?
Only instead of Easter
eggs, people hunt pussy.
It's genius right?
Full monty, right?
- Jack, it's an awful idea.
- As your marketing manager--
- Hang on now, we've
talked about this before.
I let you run the Facebook page.
That doesn't make you
the marketing manager.
- Dad, you've gotta start letting me take
some responsibility here.
I'm gonna manage this place one day.
- You wanna manage a broke club
with a bunch of over the hill strippers?
Shit, sorry Gloria.
- Oh, I've heard worse.
My shift's over.
- Right.
- And, how do you feel
about bunny ears, Gloria?
- Oh, come on Gloria, come on, I'm tapped.
You're supposed to be making
it up with tips anyway.
Mmm ...
- New girl's out back by the way.
- We got a new girl?
- No, I've got a new girl.
- What's she like?
- Have a good night, boys.
- I got more ideas.
- Ugh, you've got ideas, huh?
Alright, well,
take them to uni.
- Dad.
- Go study, do something with your life.
Yep.
- Like, Dad, come on.
- Are you gonna go on all night?
- Look, okay, first off,
what about a student night?
- A student night?
- Yeah, you know, cheap
drinks, that sort of thing.
- Uh, pass.
- Pass?
I already had these made up.
Students will love 'em.
- Students don't have any money, Jack.
- That's not true.
- It's true.
- Roger, stay out of it, alright?
I've already got a whole
crate of them made up.
What do you, what do you want me to do?
Dad.
You know those guys are back, right?
They're in the girls toilets.
- Alright, you, you are going to uni.
End of story, it's a great opportunity.
It's an opportunity I
wish I'd had growing up.
- Those blokes are trouble.
I tell you, if I were 40 years younger ...
- I'll have the
money next week, it's coming.
- Make sure you do, little girl.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Hmm, what is it then?
- Get out of here.
- Am I fired?
- I thought I told you guys,
I don't want that stuff in here.
- Good stuff?
What stuff?
- The stuff that's in your hand there.
Just get out of here, huh?
Or, I call the cops.
- No, no, we both know
you don't wanna do that.
- Dad, Dad.
- I'm not in the mood, Jack.
- No, no, Dad, Dad, that new girl.
- That is one hot piece of ass.
- You like to play games?
I like to play games too.
- What did he do?
- When the label says dry clean only,
it means dry clean only.
- Did anyone tell you
you look gorgeous by the moonlight?
- Really?
- Okay, I'm sorry.
I, I'm not very good
with the flowery prose.
- Yes you are.
So, Jack really doesn't
want to study engineering?
- He wants to manage the club.
- He's his father's son.
He's stubborn as a mule.
- Yeah, well ...
At the rate we're going,
there's not gonna be a club
for him to manage anyway.
- Is it that bad?
- Lana, there's no customers,
I can't even afford to fix the
roof, it leaks like a sieve.
I got drug dealers coming
in, selling to the girls.
- Things will turn around.
- No.
No, it won't turn around,
things are fucked.
Look, I'm sorry, I just, I ...
I, I don't know how to.
- It's okay.
I just wish I could find a
way to make it all better.
- Hey Roger, you think I
could run this place, right?
- Kid, have you
ever seen my hemorrhoids?
- No.
- Exactly.
Don't involve me in private business.
- Hey, I'm just finishing up.
Anything you need?
- No, no, I'm good.
I'm very good.
Sorry, what was your name again?
- I'm Tiffany.
And you must be Jack, right?
- Yeah, I uh ...
Hey, you're doing really great in there.
I'm the marketing manager.
- You're the marketing manager?
- Well, we're in a transitional phase.
You're really good.
- At tending bar?
- Well, yeah.
I mean, you ever consider
following our other avenue of employment?
- Put eight years
of ballet training to work.
- Ballet?
Classy.
So what makes such a classy lady like you
wanna pursue this kind of vocation anyway?
- Girl's gotta make a living.
Wiping down tables sure
beat getting your tits out.
- Wait, Tiffany.
- Yeah?
- Maybe we could--
Oh, shit.
Go lock yourself in your car.
- Hey there, little girl.
Where do you think you're going?
- Get your hands off of me!
- Ha ha, no, stick around.
Whoa, did you see that?
- Jack!
- Fuck!
- Just let me fucking go!
- What the fuck!
- Oh, my god.
- Hey, if your lass could see,
do you like that?
Don't worry, it's only
the tip.
Mick,
you think I should tickle her?
- You'll take her apart.
- Jack, Jack?
I need help!
- Your son has suffered
a severe and sustained beating.
He has a lot of minor cuts and bruises
and he has several shallow
flesh wounds on his abdomen.
Frankly, he's fortunate
the injuries weren't worse.
- Fortunate, you think my son's fortunate?
- Oh, under the circumstances.
- He didn't mean it--
- Uh, if we see any sign of hemorrhaging,
we'll see how we go.
- You see why I don't want him involved?
I told him, I fucking told him.
- Max.
- I'm going for a drink.
- Max.
Max, you can't just sit
here drinking all night.
- Oh, I can give it a good try though.
- Come on.
Max, you need to slow down.
- I need to what, Lana?
I don't know what the fuck to do.
I don't know what the fuck to
do, and you won't even help.
- That's not fair.
- Lana.
You know people.
You know people who can
sort this whole mess out,
but you won't even pick up
the phone to help your son.
- I'm not going back, Max.
I'm never going back.
That was a different lifetime.
- Alright.
Well, I'm taking my new
friend out for a walk.
And we're gonna have a talk.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What's the matter?
- You scared the shit outta me.
- Well, I'm still in one piece.
- I just came to see if you were okay.
- I'm better than okay.
They give jelly three times a day.
It's better than home.
So, uh,
I was wanting to ask.
You know, before the, uh--
- Oh, hey boss.
I was just on my way.
- I don't want to interrupt.
- No, no it's okay, I was just leaving.
Stay safe.
- Thanks Dad.
- Sorry.
I didn't mean to cramp your style.
Nice gown by the way.
- This old thing?
- Listen, Jack, um ...
I'm, I'm sorry, I just uh ...
This is why I don't want you involved
in this sort of stuff, you know.
I don't want my son growing up to,
to manage some sleazy strip joint,
getting older and broker and
watching his life slip by.
- Dad.`
- No, you can do better than that.
You can actually be something.
You steer clear of the club, you know?
Just, just until you know.
- Come on, Dad, I'm seriously ...
- Let me around, please.
- Is he gonna be alright?
I've come to see Yogi.
- What if he's not here?
- Then I'll wait.
- Gentlemen, where are your manners?
This man is our guest.
Hello, Max.
There's no need to get
up on my account, please.
Make yourself comfortable.
I hear your young one had a
run in with some of my boys.
- They kicked the shit out
of him, is more accurate.
- Boys will be boys.
- They're dealing drugs
in my club.
What I need is for--
- What you need
to do, Max,
is take a friendly word of advice.
I'm a businessman.
I own half this city.
I just bought a theater
to put on my own cabaret performances.
And, do you know why I did that, Max?
Because life is a cabaret, Max.
And, I love the cabaret.
Now, you're a businessman,
for want of a better word.
So, you should understand my position.
- The understanding is I pay you money,
and you don't trash my club.
- And have we?
- I don't have to let
you sell drugs in there.
- Do not fuck with me.
It's really not in your best interests.
- Fuck you, Yogi!
- You haven't got the stones,
you limp dick motherfucker.
How's your wife?
Ha ha, I'm bored.
Show yourself out.
- You can't push me around!
Lana, we need to talk.
- What is it?
- You know I love you, right?
Do you love me?
- Yeah, I do, but why?
- Then help me.
Lana, please, I am begging you.
I am in deep shit here.
- Max, I can't.
- Look at her.
- How's it working
out with the young one?
- Jack?
He's fine.
- Oh, I know he is.
Do you wanna talk about him?
- Can a woman talk about
anything else other than a man?
- In a strip club?
- I gotta go.
- That girl has got issues.
- And, that's why I left
the Peace Corps, Max.
You know, they say that the tropics
are really good for your ...
Max?
- Shit, sorry, Rog, I was--
- Can I come up?
She talks the talk
She walks the walk
She is the lioness
Queen of the jungle
You hear her roar
She's on the prowl
She is the lioness
Queen of the jungle
You wanna do
- Hello, Max.
I thought it was
high time that I really
drove home my point.
- What do you want, Yogi?
- I just wanted a friendly chat.
And, I didn't wanna turn up empty handed,
so I thought my boys could
provide the entertainment.
You do like to be
entertained, don't you, Max?
- I think you need to leave.
You're scaring the customers.
- Let me go!
Let go, ow!
- You want to knock over my furniture
and break my pretty things?
Well then Max, I shall
do the same for you.
Are you listening to me, Max?
Stand up when I'm talking to you.
You're pathetic.
Stand up,
stand up like a man when I am talking!
Do I have your attention?
Because you really need to listen
to what I have to say.
I'm altering
the terms of our understanding.
My boys come and go
as they please, yes?
Yes?
Are you fucking mute?
Yes?
- Yes, yes.
- Lovely.
And you pay double now.
Yes, that's right.
You pay me double
now!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, darling.
I know that hurts.
But if you're not quite while
the grown ups are talking,
I shall really
give you something to cry about.
Just remember,
you created all of this.
I hope we've reached
an understanding, Max.
She talks the talk
- Good day.
She walks the walk
She is the lioness
Queen of the jungle
- Don't just stare at me.
Throw the fucking thing!
You hear her roar
She's on the prowl
She is the lioness
Queen of the jungle
- Jesus.
- Jack Clifford?
- No, he just left.
I'm standing in.
- Hilarious.
I'm Detective Fiorentino.
- What do you want?
- You're not
filing assault charges?
- What's the point?
You're in their pocket anyway, right?
- I'm in no one's pocket.
Yogi, he's a smart man.
He pays his dues.
Do you know what I mean?
Your dad doesn't pay his dues anymore.
And that's a big mistake
Jack, a big mistake.
- What do you want me to do about it?
- Nothing.
I just want you to think about
that while you're lying here.
Think about how nice it would
be if you had protection.
That's all.
Have a nice night there, kid.
- Asshole.
- I'll do it.
- What?
- I'll make the call.
This man is the worst there is.
This man is death.
- This is fucking crazy.
I can't believe he'd
do something like this.
- Yogi's done a lot worse.
- We're closed.
- Which one of you is Max?
- I'll tell you this much, it's not me.
- Then you must have a different name.
- Yeah.
- That's, uh, that's Roger.
I'm Max, I guess.
Did um,
did my wife call you?
- We need to talk.
In private.
- Let's come to my office.
This is the, the office.
If you, okay.
- So, you need my help?
- Yes, yeah, well, um, you
know, I mean, um, I, I--
- I do not come cheap.
- I can, uh, I can get the money.
Um, I can re-mortage out my house um--
- Where the money comes
from is not my concern.
- No, no, no, of course.
Of course not.
Um,.
Sorry, I'm,
uh, I'm Max by the way.
- Who do I kill?
- And uh, your name?
Your name is?
- Carlos.
- Your name is Carlos?
- That's right.
Who do I kill?
- Carlos, I just, I just
wanna get rid of them.
- The best way to get rid of someone
is to kill someone.
- Right.
- Perhaps you're having second thoughts?
- No, no, no.
It's, it's just um, you
know, uh, killing someone,
uh, it's kind of new uh, for me.
Um, , so um, you know ...
- If you don't want anyone killed,
then I am the wrong man for the job.
- Well, perhaps if you
know, I start off by
explaining the, the situation.
- Lana explained it to me over the phone.
I recommend killing the dealers.
- What about Yogi?
- You don't kill the boss.
That's who we send the message to.
You can't send a message to a dead man.
- Yeah, no.
No, I suppose you can't.
Um, yeah, um,
do you mind if I um, just
think about um, just for a bit.
Because ...
Okay, um ...
Sorry.
Okay, um, yeah.
Do it.
- You pay me in cash, up front.
- Uh yeah, um ...
Um, of course, um,
but uh, what about um--
- Up front.
- But uh, what about--
Did uh, anyone see that guy leave?
Hello.
- I've come for dinner.
- Carlos.
- Good evening Lana.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
- Uh, well, actually um--
- Please, come in.
What the fuck?
- Great be Jesus.
You will send a message for me.
Tell this man Yogi that he is
to leave my friend Max alone.
Do you understand that?
Never mind, I will send it myself.
- Interesting guy.
- I warned you Max.
- So, what's the history there?
- What history?
- Between you two.
- Let's not get into that, alright?
The past is the past.
- Fine.
- What?
- I'm just wondering
what's happening Frank.
- You're
wondering what's happening?
- Yeah.
- You wanna be more specific?
- You want me to be more specific?
Alright, specifics.
I mean, you got the
case with car exploding
out the back of the strip club, right?
And so far, you can't find
a single bit of evidence.
- Kids.
- Kids?
Sure, but then you also got Jack Clifford,
beaten to a pulp out the
back of that same club,
and not a single bit of
evidence on that one either.
- Kid's not pressing charges.
- It's just that one would
be forgiven for thinking
the fancy new car you're driving around in
may have something to do
with the lack of evidence cropping up.
But then half the department seems
to be driving round in new cars.
It's interesting.
Was there a pay rise
memo that I didn't get?
I mean Jesus Christ Frank,
I know the glass ceiling's
still alive and well,
but this is beyond the fucking pail.
- You I.A. Cops, you're all the same.
Looking to lay it on
the rest of us, right?
Bitch.
- Have you seen this?
Can you read?
I'll read it for you.
A passersby reports a loud explosion
outside of local strip club, Thigh High.
Police report finding a
burnt out car at the scene.
Who did this?
I know it can't have been any of you guys,
because I sure as shit never
told you to blow anything up!
Now you, yes you, you fucking monkey,
go and find Scissors and his crew
and find out what the
fuck happened last night.
Phht!
I'm surrounded by fucking queers.
- Fuck.
Fuck!
- Some detective came for you.
- What, a detective?
- Said he wanted to ask you
some questions about last night.
You know, the big
explosion and everything.
- Yeah, yeah, right.
- I wrote his number down.
It's in the office.
- Okay, thanks Gloria.
- What do you want?
- I was just wondering uh,
you did private parties.
- Two grand for the night,
50 percent up front.
- Okay.
What are you, from the '80s or something?
No checks, cash only.
When's the gig?
- Hello?
- Hey Tiffany, how are you?
Hey look, I was wondering...
It's nothing important,
you're not busy are you?
- No, no.
What is it Jack?
- Well I thought maybe
you'd like to, I dunno,
maybe go somewhere with me, sometime.
- Like, on a date?
- Yeah, on a date or something.
Or not.
- I like you Jack.
I just got a lot going on right now, and,
I've gotta go, seeya.
- And who might you be, handsome stranger?
- It's not important.
I'm a friend of Max Clifford's.
- Ah, I see.
- I wish for the violence
toward my friends to cease.
- Or else what?
- Or else things will be unpleasant.
- It's very direct.
I like that.
I didn't realize Max Clifford had such
impressive, persuasive friends.
I'll bet you
a golden egg
that know something
about my missing friends.
I'll take your advice into consideration.
Find out who he is.
- Hello?
Hello?
Brought my good anal beads for nothing.
- Tomorrow, and tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
creeps in the petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time.
Life is but a walking shadow,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
What?
No applause?
Shakespeare, you know?
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
Hello, Gloria.
Gloria, Gloria, G-L-O-R-I-A.
I would like to put on
a show for you tonight.
Would you like to see a show tonight?
Well, it's not the sort
of show that
that you came here for,
but a work of great cultural import.
You know, culture?
It's the Passion Play.
Now tonight,
this is the exciting part,
I shall be playing the
role of Judas Iscariot
and you dear Gloria,
you should be playing--
Oh, you see where I'm going with this.
Ouch.
Oh baby
- Read it.
- What is it?
- It's Gloria.
You know who did it.
We gotta, I don't know,
we gotta do something.
- I'm already doing something.
- What?
- The stripper was unfortunate.
I did not anticipate this.
- Yeah, well, it's done now.
So what's next?
- My work here is done.
- Are you fucking serious?
Your work isn't done at all,
your work isn't halfway done.
- You paid me to kill, I killed.
- What should I do then?
- If I were you?
- Yes, yes, if you were me.
- Send another message.
- Send another fucking message.
What, are you, Australia Post?
And how much is another
message gonna cost me?
- I will do this one pro bono.
I like it here.
- Max Clifford, Detective Fiorentino.
We spoke on the phone yesterday.
- Uh ...
Uh, yeah ...
Um, yeah, yeah, um.
Hi.
- So,
I wanted to meet with you
to discuss the explosion the other day,
but events seem to have
kind of overtaken us.
- You know, 20 years ago I--
- Who's that?
- A friend of your father's, I guess.
- Watch the bar for me Roger.
- Alright.
- So you don't know one single thing
about a huge explosion
out the back of your club?
You don't know a single thing
about one of your oldest employees
being crucified and left on the street?
And, my colleagues tell me
you're a month behind with the payments.
- Business has been bad.
- I can see that.
Listen, we don't give
a shit about business.
You pay us for protection.
- Yeah well, maybe I don't
feel very protected right now.
- Well, maybe that's because
you're behind by a month.
- The only person I need
protection from is Yogi.
- You wanna think very long,
and very hard about this, Max.
- The time for thinking is over.
Now, why don't you get out of my club?
Go file a report or something.
- You wanna be really careful Max.
Things can get very
dangerous without protection.
- Oh, I got protection.
Don't worry about me.
- Where's he coming from?
- Arrgh!
- Good evening, Jack.
- You.
I, uh, wasn't spying on you.
Really, I, I ...
You killed those guys?
- What guys are you talking about?
- The guys from the gang.
Right there, you forced
them into a garotting wire
with your car and you
trapped one in a bear trap?
- Which car?`
- How did you do that?
- You must be more careful Jack.
There are dangerous people out there.
It is not wise to follow strangers around.
- How do you know my dad?
- Your mother is an old friend of mine.
I only met your father recently.
I am helping him with some problems.
- Yeah.
It looks like it.
- Take care Jack.
It was nice to meet you.
- Frank, hey.
- What?
- Geez.
Someone got up on the
wrong side of the bed.
- What do you want?
- You got the dead
stripper case, didn't you?
Lady hung up like our lord and savior?
Yeah, which is interesting,
because uh, you weren't
assigned that case.
- What's that got to do anything?
- Maybe nothing.
Maybe something.
The only thing is, I heard
you asked for the case.
- So?
- So you're a lazy shit Frank.
So I was trying to rack
my brain to figure out
why you'd wanna take on another case.
Any ideas?
- Fuck you.
- I didn't know you were coming?
- It is a surprise.
- I can't.
- I apologize.
- Thank you for coming by.
- Hey!
- Good evening, Jack.
- Carlos is an old friend of mine.
- Yeah, he said.
We've met, you see?
- He was just--
- Just coming
for dinner, if I may.
- Yeah, of course.
- Jack, would
you do the dishes honey?
- Yeah, sure.
- I'll help.
- I know what you are.
I wanna help.
I wanna hurt these guys.
- You'd be best served to stay out of it.
- I don't give a shit about best served.
I wanna kill these bastards.
- Fine, you may help.
- Who was that?
- Let me ask you a question.
- Okay.
- Jack, do you like him?
- He's got some good qualities.
- Do you have feelings for him?
- Do you?
Breathe in and breathe out.
You are strong.
Inhale the positive energy
and exhale the negative.
Let the chakra flow through your body
and tune your yin to your yang.
Against the ...
You are strong.
You are powerful.
You are a strong and powerful woman.
Release your inner goddess.
Count to 10
and just let the anxiety
and adversity float away.
Feel the positive vibrations
from your head to your toes.
From the tips of your fingers ...
You are at peace.
You are your inner goddess.
- Hello, Max, why don't you join me?
You seem shaken.
- I just got shot up on my way here
by four of Yogi's goons.
- I will kill anyone you want killed,
provided you pay.
But, I advise not to kill any
more members of this gang yet.
It will make peace harder to attain.
Why you made me the way I am
- Fuck.
- I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry, honey.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey.
Fuck you.
If you don't want me touching the whores,
I'll be someplace else.
I will leave again
I'm in your heart
- How much for that guy?
- Him, I could arrange a discount for.
- What, that's it?
- That is it.
- Let's go get another.
- There are no further jobs at present.
- Oh, let's go get another one.
- I wouldn't be concerned.
I think your father will
provide plenty of business soon.
- This your car?
The tires are looking a little bald.
- Is that legal?
- Lights out.
You might wanna get that fixed.
You got a ticket waiting to happen.
- Back off, alright mate?
- Threatening a police officer?
Bad move, son.
Believe me, Jack, this is
the tip of the iceberg.
It's all downhill from here.
Ugh!
Wait ...
No, wait, please!
- You need to leave.
Before you get hurt.
Yeah time's make me got them
- Where is Yogi?
- Relax.
Relax.
He gets us so ill consigned and I
I know I can't take this
- That's very impressive, Mr. ...
What exactly do I call you?
- You can call me the
Marquis De Sade, if you wish.
- The Marquis?
How very macabre.
Okay, Mr. De Sade.
Let me ask you something.
Why are you doing this to me?
- I am simply doing my job.
It's nothing personal.
- Well,
it's starting to look a
little personal to me.
What if you worked for me?
I'm not short of cash.
- I understand,
but I'm currently engaged
in a separate job.
- Oh, yes.
To make me leave Max Clifford's
shitty little itty bitty titty club alone.
Well, then I acquiesce.
That means I agree.
I swear, I swear!
That I and all my men,
shall enter that
particular club ever again.
We shall not extort,
nor harm Max Clifford,
or any of his staff.
Cross my heart.
Happy?
So, now you're free to work for me.
- And the target?
- Lana Clifford.
- $10,000.
- Agreed.
When it's done.
You'll do it soon?
- I have never not fulfilled a contract.
- You have a truly excellent work ethic.
Hmm ...
I'm going to need a new right hand man.
And, some Kleenex.
Shit.
Ah.
- Hey, man, you forgot your machete!
Heaven help me oh save me
Why you made me the way I am
- Aloha, Max.
- What's happening with Yogi, is it done?
- It will take time.
- How much time?
- How long must you dance a sensual tango
to bed the woman of your
most passionate dreams?
It will be done.
- Well, I got some new jobs
for you in the meantime.
It's time to drum up some new business.
- I don't give a shit if
I can get a cheaper brand.
I'm running a leg club,
not a fucking supermarket.
All my problems
Have been allayed
'Cause you and me are in it together
I was facing it alone
Until you came along
Now all my woes are gone
You and me are in it together
That's why my woes are gone
All my challenges are met
All my answers are correct
I have no more need to fret
No more reason to forget
I was facing it alone
Until you came along
All my problems
Have been allayed
'Cause you and me are in it together
All my troubles are all okay
'Cause you and me are in it together
All I all I all I
I was facing it alone
Why do you say goodbye
Until you came along
All I all I all I
And all my woes are gone
Why do you say goodbye
And my troubles are gone
All I all I all I
My troubles just may
Why do you say goodbye
All my answers are correct
I have no more need to fret
All my problems have been allayed
No reason to forget
'Cause you and me
Are in it together
'Cause I was facing it alone
All my troubles
Are all allayed
Until you came along
'Cause you and I are together
My troubles are gone
My answers are correct
My troubles are done
My answers are correct
I'm getting my red Cadillac
- Maria!
- Yay, Max!
I believe that
congratulations are in order.
- What do you want?
- I would like
a dirty great stinking whore of a martini.
Oh stop it, cheeky monkey.
I just came by to have a friendly chat.
I would never dream of reneging
on our new found truce.
- What truce?
- The truce.
The truce.
The fucking truce I made with your man,
the Marquis de Sade.
- The who?
- You don't know anything
about this, do you?
That is interesting.
I made a truce
with the, the beige fellow,
the Marquis de Sade.
I thought to come over here and, you know,
if you can call this a
bar, and smash it up.
Max, who is that girl?
- That's the new bartender.
- Good day, Max.
I hope you enjoy the truce.
- Is that the file on Fiorentino?
- Yeah, why?
- Nothing, just curious.
No sign of him yet.
- He's presumed dead.
Hell of a thing.
- Hell of a thing indeed.
- Hello, Tiffany.
- What do you want?
- What?
I want to talk to my daughter.
- You wanna talk to your daughter?
19 years after the fact, you
wanna talk to your daughter.
- I've made mistakes,
and I acknowledge that.
But this?
This is a mistake.
This is a very bad idea.
- You wanna talk about bad ideas.
- This, is this really what you want?
To shake your tits for a living?
- Yeah, well, I'm good at it, so butt out.
- I didn't ask if you were good at it.
I asked if this is what you wanted!
God!
Shit!
Wild boys
- No, bullshit.
You know what else
is bullshit?
- What's that?
- What kind of strip
club doesn't sell champagne?
- Well, I'll have to change that then.
- Oh, will you?
- Yeah.
- Do you really wanna run this joint?
- Yeah, one day.
- Jack Clifford?
- Yeah?
- Need to have a word.
I'm looking into the disappearance
of one of our detectives,
Detective Fiorentino.
I believe you spoke with him last week?
Do you know anything that might help me?
- No, not really.
- Do you know anything about anything?
Then I guess we're done here.
- That's it?
- Yeah, for now.
Give me a call me if
you think of anything.
Oh, and don't go anywhere.
- Am I a suspect?
- Should you be?
Good then, but stay put anyway.
- Oh my god.
- Holy shit, Jack.
- I didn't have a choice, alright?
What do I do?
- Why didn't you tell the cops?
- Oh, no, no, no way.
I just need to get rid of this.
- I think we know someone who could help.
- Sloppy work.
- What do I do?
- It is a beautiful night, yes?
- Yeah.
- Like your mother.
- Yeah, sorry, what?
- Your mother, she's a
very beautiful woman.
As is your friend, Tiffany.
- Yeah, I was meaning to ask you--
- We are close friends.
Very close.
You like her, yes?
- Yeah, but,
what exactly does very close mean?
- If you like this girl
Jack, you must pursue her.
You must pursue her wholeheartedly.
Do you understand?
I made a mistake of
letting go a long time ago.
I regret it with everything I have.
You want to learn my craft?
Fine.
Anyway, it's cold.
Let's go.
I have a date to keep.
- So now what?
- Exactly.
Hello sir, I think you dropped something.
- What?
- Your bullets.
- Your bullets?
That was terrible.
- What would you have said?
- I don't know, like,
literally anything else.
- Whatever.
I thought you were helping?
- You said you'd teach me,
nothing about me helping.
You are the master
of your own destiny.
Listen to your inner voice and dis ...
- You asked to meet?
- Yes.
- What can I do for you Max?
- You'll take on any job if
the money's there, right?
Well, I've got a job for you.
- Who is the contract?
- Lana.
Will you do it?
- This is a
most unforeseen request.
- She's cheating on me.
- I find this difficult to believe.
- I don't know who
with, but I know she is.
I thought maybe you might know.
- I know nothing about your
wife's infidelities Max.
- I know you used to love her.
So I'm offering double
the fee, double the fee.
Will you do it?
- Yes.
- Good.
I've got the money.
It's not like I'm short right now.
The club's booming.
- Pay me after.
- When?
- Hello.
Hello, Tiffany.
- What do you want?
- That's not quite the
welcome I had expected.
But considering the way
I left things last time,
it's quite understandable.
Having fun with our friend are you?
It smells like sex and regret in here.
Tiffany, how could you do this to me?
My own daughter dancing in
some sleazy strip joint?
Sleeping with some low rent hitman,
flirting with Max
Clifford's welp of a boy.
You could have told me you were coming.
Believe it or not,
I only want what's best for you.
- What's best for me?
- I uh ...
I know you think that
I didn't want you.
But nothing could be
further from the truth.
I just, I just want to be in
your life somehow, sweetheart.
Please.
Please let me make up
for being a shitty dad.
- You need to leave.
- Is that really what you want?
Is it?
- Yes.
- Really?
- You need to go!
- Is this really--
- Yes!
- What you want?
- Yes!
- You're nothing but a fucking
whore like your mother.
Tiffany, Tiffany!
- Get off me!
- Tiffany, Tiffany, stop!
- Fuck you!
- Stop!
- You still at it, love?
- There's a lot in these files.
I mean, a lot.
- So?
- So that thug Yogi?
He's been tearing this town
up since well, forever, right?
Every time his name turns up on something,
Fiorentino or one of
his lot gets the case.
And then what?
It all goes away, because money talks.
But I just don't think Frank
was as stupid as he looked.
He's gonna have something
on him just in case,
something big.
I just have to find it.
- Try not to kill yourself, alright?
- Oh, thanks.
- I must have time.
- I don't have any time.
This needs to end now.
I need to hit Max Clifford hard enough
so that he pays attention to me.
- Very well.
I shall complete the
contract within 24 hours.
- One more thing.
The boy dies too.
And by the way, this is Fitz.
Fitz, this is the Marquis De Sade.
- Nice to meet ya.
- I don't pay you to talk.
He was very hard to find.
Please try not to kill him.
There is something that you should know.
- Yeah?
- Yogi has put out a contract
for your mother, and for you.
- You're gonna kill me?
- A job is a job.
And I have never broken a contract.
- You gonna stare at me all night, Max?
Fine.
- I know what you've been doing.
- What I'm doing?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
I've been pushed around
my whole life Lana.
My whole fucking life.
But not now!
No fucking way.
- Max, you need to calm down.
- Fuck you.
You don't understand this, do you?
Huh?
- I understand the power.
- That's right, it's power!
That's what you do not get.
- You know what?
I don't need this.
- What are you gonna do, Lana?
You gonna run away, hey?
You gonna run away, you're gonna,
you're gonna become a single mum?
Is that what you want?
Because look how well it
went last time for ya.
- Fuck you, Max.
- I think you need me a lot
more than I fucking need you.
That's what I think.
So I told you I believed it
But never to return on
Oh
But I hope to hear
you begging me to stay
But you never
You never said a word
Man I told you I was feeling
Something I'd never felt before
Oh
And I hope to hear you
say you have the song
But you never
You never said a word
- You shouldn't have killed her.
She was a special girl.
- I know.
Just fucking kill me.
- Yeah?
But, who is this?
But I ...
- Lana.
Lana, please.
Babe, listen to me, okay?
I didn't mean what I said.
I didn't fuckin' mean it.
Please just,
just listen to me, Lana, alright?
I fucking love you, I love
you more than anything, okay?
You're the only one.
You're the only one.
And it is fucking over.
It's over Lana.
It's all over.
I can change.
- I've heard that before.
- Please.
Just give me, give me a chance.
Just one more chance.
I swear I can make this right.
I swear to you.
I swear I can make it right, please.
- Carlos, what are you ...
- I have a contract on you Lana.
I'm sorry.
- Who?
I mean--
- Ask your husband.
- You scum.
- Well, what choice did I have?
- What choice?
What fucking choice?
- And your son also.
- Oh Jack?
- I didn't ask you to do that.
- That was a separate contract.
- Oh my god, you couldn't.
You didn't, tell me you didn't.
- Oh you bastard.
Do it.
Do it!
- No.
- What do you mean, no?
- I cannot.
- Drop the gun.
Get down on your knees.
It's over.
- Put it down Dad.
- Buckle up, ladies.
It's going to be a bumpy night.
Die fucker!
Whoa ah
- Get over here!
You wanna what I've got?
My life, my club?
My daughter!
No, motherfuckers!
You are going to pay, all of you!
Yarrgh!
I will give you to the count
of six and one half Mississippis!
- I think he's serious.
- Carlos, do something!
- I'm gonna shoot you
and that dog!
- Put the gun down!
Put the gun down, back up!
- Oh ...
- Excuse me!
You're standing on my dress!
Can you take this hair out of my mouth?
I've always ...
I've always depended on
the kindness of strangers.
Well, hello, Keeling.
- Yogi Bramford, this
is a pleasant surprise.
- Is it?
Fuck you, Keeling.
- Oh, we don't
have time for that Yogi.
- What a pity.
You've got nothing.
Assault at best.
- We had an anonymous
tip off this morning.
Found your daughter's body
at the bottom of a cliff.
Your fingerprints were all over it.
We also found the remains
of Detective Fiorentino
there and six other bodies.
You're going down.
- Well ...
Hmm, it wouldn't be the first time.
- No, and it won't be the
last either, I expect,
not where you're heading.
- Lana.
We're going to be okay, right?
- I don't think so, Max.
- What now then, Mum?
- Something better, Jack,
something better.
- Who do you think tipped off the cops?
- Who knows?
- Classy dame.
You keeping it classy, Jack?
- Yes ma'am.
- Just remember, a good
cop's never far away.
I won't let me be myself
No I won't let my body
Hola hola hola hello
Why you say goodbye
When all I want is to say
Hola hola hola hello
You no say goodbye
Me only want to say hello
Hola hola hola hello
Why you say goodbye
When all I want is to say
Hola hola hola hello
Me no say goodbye
We only want to say hello
All my troubles are all okay
'Cause you and me are in it together
All my problems have been allayed
'Cause me and you are in it together
I was facing it alone
Until you came along
Now all my woes are gone
'Cause you and me
Are in it together
And my troubles are gone
All my challenges are met
All my answers are correct
I have no more need to fret
I have no more reason to forget
I was facing it alone
Until you came along
All my problems
Have been allayed
'Cause me and you are in it together
All my troubles are all okay
'Cause you and me are in it together
All I all I all I
I was facing it alone
Why do you say goodbye
Until you came along
All I all I all I
Now all my woes are gone
Why do you say goodbye
And my troubles are gone
All I all I all I
All my challenges are met
Why do you say goodbye
My answers are correct
All I all I all I
I have no more need to fret
All my problems
Have been allayed
No reason to forget
'Cause you and me are in it together
'Cause I was facing it alone
All my troubles are all okay
Until you came along
'Cause you and me
Are in it together
All my woes are gone
My challenges are met
My troubles are all gone
My answers are correct
I'll get my red Cadillac
- I apologize.