All language subtitles for Domino.2005.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

My name is Domino Harvey.

My name is Domino Harvey.

/ am a bounty hunter.

What I say over the next few hours

will determine whether or not I spend
the rest of my life in prison.

Miss Harvey, my name is Taryn Mills.

I'm a criminal psychologist
working for the FBI.

I'm here to ask you a few questions.

Here's where I'm supposed to get
all defensive and say:

«Not until I speak with my attorney. «

I'll tell you everything I know.

36 hours ago, $10 million was stolen
from an armored car

that was subsequently found
abandoned at the Hoover Dam.

The driver's name was Locus Fender.

We know he was in on the heist.

We know he was in on the heist.

Is it true you were hired to
capture the thieves and deliver them

to Drake Bishop, owner of
the Stratosphere Hotel and Casino?

Yes.

You then learned where
the money was hidden.

And your employer instructed you
to retrieve the money yourself.

We were sent out to
the Fender Compound,

in the desert.

This way.

Alright, on my go.

Watch your ass on this one.

Go.

Sic 'em, boy! Sic 'em!

Chi Chi?

That's my best friend.

His name is Choco.

He's always fancied me, but too shy
to do anything about it.

Edna! Chi Chi's in doggy hell.

All we want is the money.

That's Ed Moseby, the most legendary
bounty hunter in Los Angeles.

He's my boss, my mentor,
the father I never had.

My poor Chi Chi!

We were made to memorize details
of the imaginary action.

What else?

«Manchurian Candidate», eh, Edna?

Is that you, Domino?

Nice to see you, darling.

Your father must be so proud.

Look what's become of
his little angel.

Bitch, we've got your son!
Give us the money or we wax his arse!

You don't have shit!

Hey, Choco.

Show her.

He's still alive, Edna!

Prove it!

Choco! Go get him.

First question, for 20 pounds.

Jack, Anatomy, a human being
is usually born with how many toes?

We got to show Edna her son.

That's our driver Alf.

He's from Afghanistan.

He once ate a cat.

We can't pronounce his name
so we call him

«the cat-eating alien».

Fucking…

What does that mean?

Shut the fuck up.

How did Locus Fender lose his arm?

He had the combination
to the safe tattooed on it.

Mama? Mama.

Locus!

Mama.

Baby, I'm here.

Please.

You got to do as I say.

The combination is on my arm.

My God.

Mama, you got to get the decoder.

Please. Mama.

Put your weapon down.

Put it down, Mama.

Put your fucking weapon down!

/'// have to start at the beginning.

I'm her boss.

I'm already a cool motherfucker.

/ employ bounty hunters.

I'm here to speak for all people
of mixed race in America.

I'm sorry?

Now we're number one.

Number one.

Brilliant.

Where's my money?

/ fucking loved that show.

Maybe one of you will survive.

Put it down, Mama.

Put your fucking weapon down!

You got 10 minutes
to open that safe, Edna.

Fuck you.

I've never killed anyone.

/ hope to never kill anyone,
even if they deserve it.

My agenda is to kick arse
and secure the bounty.

On this side of the law, I can live
the low life and avoid jail.

/ can live the nasty
and not do time for it.

It's the best of both worlds.

That other world, the 90210 world,

is not for me.

Is that him?
Is that your dad?

My real father was an actor.

He died when I was a little girl.

Hi, Ben.

What the hell are you doing?
What's the matter with you?

I knew Frank.

Who didn't?

Edna. You know what, sweetheart?

You got 7 minutes to open
that goddamn freezer

or I'll flush that fucking arm
down the toilet.

Fucker!

You're wondering how a girl
like me arrived here,

in the Nevada desert with a bloody
Winnebago and a one-armed man.

The Dept. of Motor Vehicles
in Los Angeles.

His name is Frances.

Mr. 90210 college boy was in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hey, yeah. What's up?

Okay.

Look, I said…

They're about to call my number.

Are you in or are you out?

Make up your mind because
they're about to call my number.

Right now. They're about to call
my fucking number.

Alright.

We're on.

Now serving G086.

Hey.

Kee Kee.

Kee Kee said you could deliver
the IDs tonight.

I need that Web link.
The J-Lo concert's probably sold out.

Kee Kee don't make the rules.

Listen…

bitch.

I don't think you understand
who the fuck you're dealing with.

I could make your job
disappear like that.

Kee Kee said tonight.

Tonight, 8 p. m.

Anything else?

Nope.

Goodbye, Frances.

Goodbye, Lateesha.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em all.

Lateesha, Frances and the four
fake IDs is where it all went wrong.

Where's the money?

I don't know.

I think you're lying.
You know exactly where it is.

You want to scare me into falsely
incriminating myself. It won't work.

Last chance. Once I walk out,
I won't be able to help you.

When I was a girl, my father told me
that if you weren't careful,

you could lose everything you've
ever earned in a split second.

You have to know when to cash out.

Go! Go!

Thank you.

«He will wipe away every tear,
and death will be no more.

Neither will mourning nor outcry,
nor pain be any more.

The former things have passed away.

And look, I am with you
all the days

until the conclusion of
the system of things. "

After Dad passed on,

Mum hit the town to find
another husband with cash.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Wynn.

– Good holidays?
– Absolutely.

Domino, it's nearly time.

– I love you.
– Love you too.

Bye. Got to go.

Bye.

She socked me and my goldfish Sammy
away in boarding school.

A week later, Sammy died.

It was a pivotal moment in my life.

/ decided to never invest
too much emotion in one thing.

It's a set-up to
the pain of losing them.

God created me in his image.

/ guess he had a thing for models.

Like most models,

/ was bored with life.

/ hated everything. And everyone.

If you think America is
dirtbag central,

you've never seen the sleaze nation
of our Queen Mother.

/ hope all this won't change you.

One thing we'd like to change.
You said lan's name wrong.

– That's right. It's Ian.
– Ian Ziering, not Ian Ziering.

It's Ian. Since birth.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

Mum moved us to Beverly Hills.

That damn show started it all.

She remarried to a man
named Mark Waldman.

He invested in a restaurant
called The Hard Rock Cafe.

Domino, give the goddamn numchuks
a rest already.

It's time for supper. Come on, baby.

/ tried Beverly Hills High
for a spell, but it didn't work out.

/ hated them.

/ hated them all.

Five, six, seven, eight!
We are Alpha Omega!

College was even worse.
Mum convinced me to join a sorority.

It was all fun and games at first.

Then the hazing started.

This is fucking disgusting.

Disgusting.

Look at these mosquito bites.

What's it like to have the body
of a 10-year old boy?

Have you had a nose job?

No.

A week later I was expelled.

In the end, it came down to fate.

An L. A. Weekly advert
strewn across the ground.

Claremont Williams III.

The legendary bail bondsman.

I'm here for
the bounty hunter seminar.

Cash.

Keep the change.

As a bail bondsman, I'm go-between
for the court and the accused.

For a 10% fee, I will guarantee
the amount set by the court.

If the defendant should fail to
appear at his or her court date,

I will bring in a bounty hunter
to recapture the defendant.

Or I will face having to repay
the court costs myself,

which we can't do.

Now, this occurs most…

frequently when the collateral

or the guarantee
given to the bondsman

turns out to be worthless
or difficult to liquidate.

So in layman's terms,

we get 10% of the bail.

Now, in a moment,
Ed Moseby will take the podium

and begin the seminar on
how to become a bounty hunter.

Meantime, take a coffee break,
pee break, whatever you need.

We start in the next few minutes,
thank you very much.

Hey. How about it?

Want to ride some bounty hunter cock?

Fuck you, dickhead.

Bitch.

Excuse the fuck out of us.

We got to ditch this thing.

Gentlemen. It has been a pleasure.

Bathroom window, 5 minutes.

I'll keep the engine running.

Nobody knows where Ed came from.

This much is clear.

The man's been places,
seen things, lived life.

He did a term in Soledad
and in Angola.

The man's a warrior.

To say that Choco is the product
of a broken home

is to presume a home existed.

No. Choco never had a home.

Unless you count the 10 or so
juvenile correction facilities

where he spent his childhood.

Damn!

What the fuck is this?

Where the fuck are you going?
Those people paid for a seminar!

Where do you get off fucking up
my windshield? Bitch!

I want a job!

Jesus-fucking-Christ, lady.
Everybody wants a goddamn job.

What makes you think
you can do this one, huh?

I've been training since I was 12.

Knives, guns, throwing stars.
You name it, I can fight with it.

I'm a hard worker
and a fast learner.

Nothing scares me.
I'm not afraid to die.

Why would a delicate thing like you

want to be a goddamn bounty hunter?

I want to have a little fun.

You want to have a little fun?

Well, little girl, you want a job?

Yeah.

It'll cost you a new windshield.

Enough of that «little girl» shit.
The name is Domino.

Domino.

Domino what?

No, just Domino.

Let's take a ride.

The kid's name is Hector Maldonado.
Nineteen years old.

His mom posted bail after his arrest
for a drive-by in Hawthorne.

He speaks perfect fucking English.

He just thinks it's cute when
he's around a good-looking woman.

Yeah, listen, Louise.

You can make this easy
or real complicated.

For 200 dollars, Louise gave us
her boyfriend's whereabouts,

a gangbanger hangout
across the street.

What's his problem?

Latin petulance. Hold off.
Give me a minute with him.

Come on, princess, spit it out.

Why do we need a bitch on the team?
You don't like what I'm doing?

I can hear you.

Take a walk and let me handle this.

First, she ain't on the team yet.
Okay?

Second of all,

take a look at her.

I mean, come on, she ain't ugly.

You and I walk down the street,
and people see two losers, right?

We add her to the equation,
you know what people will think?

What?

«There goes two of the coolest
motherfuckers who ever lived. "

You know what?

I don't know about you,
but I'm already a cool motherfucker.

Yeah, well, sometimes you got
your own tongue up your ass.

You fucking pendejo.

/ could feel the blood
coursing through my veins.

Merry Christmas.
You ever use one of these?

Ever heard of
the Beverly Hills Gun Club?

Shotgun in hand,

kicking down a door, wondering if
there's firepower on the other side.

Domino, you cover the side.
Choco, you cover the rear.

On my word.

Turns out my first raid
was to be a near-disaster.

That bitch Louise set us up.
Hector was hiding under her bed.

What's up, fool?

Creep, three po-pos going to
kick in your front door.

Fuck. You serious?

On my go.

Go.

Put your gun down, motherfucker!

Put your shit down, motherfucker!
You little bitch! Don't move!

That night, my coin was tossed.

Heads, you live. Tails, you die.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Life or death.

What the fuck you doing, man?

This ain't Sunset Boulevard.

My destiny was life.

Life as a bounty hunter.

What the fuck you doing, man?

Put that shit down, homey!

What the fuck you doing, bitch?
Step back, motherfucker!

What the fuck you want?

We're not cops, we're bounty hunters.
All we want is Hector.

Fuck you and the po-pos, bitch!

Tell me where he is
and I'll give you…

You'll what?

Sometimes a girl has to be naughty
to get herself out of a jam.

I'll give you a lap dance.

Fuck you, bitch.

I'll give you a lap dance,
bra and panties on.

If I wanted a lap dance,
I'd go to a strip joint.

Come on, you and me.

You know you want it.

What do you think, Don?

Let's see what the fuck
this bitch is working with.

– I'm offering it to you, baby.
– Is that right?

Take off your clothes, bitch.

Sit down.

That's right, girl. That's right.

It worked. We got the scoop on
how to find Hector.

Two weeks later, we nailed him.

Claremont was Charlie
to our three Angels.

The DMV is the de facto conduit
for all humanity.

Everyone we track down has a record
in the DMV database.

Be it the LAPD, social services,
the credit bureau or the FBI,

they all use the DMV database
as their hub.

So we have people on the inside
who feed us the information.

There you go, right there.

Shit. And who would know it?

The gatekeepers of humanity are
a bunch of sassy black women.

Excuse me?

He said he liked your suit.

Tell him what you said.

Yeah, I like your suit.

After 6 months, Claremont hired Alf
to drive us around.

We were so busy.

/ didn't know the FBI liked to
keep tabs on us bounty hunters.

Ed, what did you do
before you were a bounty hunter?

I played music. I was a musician.

Really?

What, in a band?

You ever hear of Stevie Ray Vaughan?

Wait, you're shitting me.

Stevie and I hooked up in Austin.

Back in the day,
we did the bus tour thing together.

Played every goddamn small club
that would have us.

Yep. Man, me and that boy,
we tore it up.

Holy shit.

We played some with Pat Benatar,
but only when I needed cash.

Fuck off. I love Pat Benatar.

Hey, so did I.

That's another story.

Love is a battlefield, baby.

How did you meet Choco?

I met Choco on the street,

a few hours after
he got out of lockup.

He was standing in a pair of
jailhouse slippers.

He didn't have a nickel
or a place to sleep.

We started talking and I liked him.
Like a little brother.

Worst thing in the world
is to be caged up.

That boy's been there,
and he ain't never going back.

Even if it costs him his life.

What you looking at, darling?

Nothing.

Put the fucking gun down!

Put the fucking gun down!

Choco grew up on
the streets of Venezuela.

At age 4, he stabbed another kid
in the eyeball with a pencil.

The fuck?

There were wires crossed
somewhere in his soul.

You fucking crazy!

In 2003, I was named
Bounty Hunter of the Year.

To the woman who has brought
beauty and grace to this profession.

Domino Harvey!

From that day on, Eddie, Choco
and I were inseparable.

The three sassy black women and Raul
were the gatekeepers of humanity:

The DMV.

Lateesha was one of Claremont's
many mistresses.

Claremont was godfather to us all.

Look at that luscious action.
Look at that.

I'm getting you a pair of glasses.

That's an ass.

Weather's going to be great today.
Lots of sunshine.

Cool temperatures, at 76 degrees.

A guy could get used to
a life this ordinary.

Maybe you should fuck her mom too.

What is your problem, bitch?

So who is this «Choyko»?

Mum was terrified for me.
She didn't approve of my lifestyle.

Is he a new boyfriend?

Jesus.

It's Choco and he's not my boyfriend.
He's a bounty hunter.

Whatever. He's a criminal.

And that Ed Moseby character,
he's a complete loser.

He knew Frank Sinatra.

Who didn't?

We may have been dysfunctional,
but we worked.

We were family.

Do you know this man?

He's a reality TV producer.

His name's Mark Heiss.

He was very generous in turning over
some videotapes to the FBI.

There's lots of footage of you.

We know everything.

We know everything.

Mark Heiss was friends with Mum.

I hate this.
They changed the fucking font!

She's stupid.

You're not stupid.

– Get Cynthia on the line.
– Domino's in the lobby.

They changed the fucking font.

Domino's in the lobby.
She's been waiting.

Put her in the conference room.

He wanted to put us on television.

Mr. Heiss is only available to meet
for about 5 minutes,

so we should cut to the point.

And I recommend speaking
in short sentences

because he has the attention span
of a ferret on crystal meth.

Mum was horrified and tagged along
to keep me from signing anything.

I've seen that.

Excuse me?

A ferret on crystal meth.

You don't speak Spanish?

This is L. A.
You should speak Spanish.

Okay, everybody has water.

He should be here any second.

Oh, here he is.

Sophie.

Hello.

Sorry, guys, about the wait.
I'm having font issues.

Let me cut to the chase because
I have a conference call.

We want to follow you around
with a camera crew for a week.

The last pilot episode we did
is not testing well.

We got too many rednecks.

It's too much like COPS.
We need…

We need something sexy…

… something different.

We need Domino.

We need Domino.

Listen, friend.

We ain't going to do this unless
the whole team gets equal coverage.

You're not her father, Ed.
No one cares what you think.

With all due respect, Mom,
I'm her boss.

She's on my team. Okay?

Unless we all get equal coverage,

we're all walking
the fuck out of here together.

Equal coverage or we all walk.

Done! Okay.

The whole team, we follow it.

Mark, can you guarantee that
Domino's name won't be tarnished?

Sophie, this is reality television.

What you see is what you get.

You will be exploited,
your story won't be told truthfully

and your life will never be the same.

I beg you.

I beg you not to get involved
with this drivel.

No offence, but we both know
that this is drivel.

No offence taken.

If she's to be in anything,
she should be in the center.

Sure. Okay.

Done.

Talk it over.
I have to take this call.

Cynthia, you changed the fucking font
on the promo! Why?

/ felt like a hypocrite,
given my hatred of Hollywood.

But I'll admit…

/ wanted my story told.

/ wanted everyone to know
the things I'd done.

/ wanted some recognition.

We'll do it.

We'll do it.

God help us. God help us all.

It was the beginning of the end.

Jerry! Jerry!

Welcome back!

We're here in LA.
with mixed-race single mothers.

Our next guest is proud to be in

the Guinness Book of Records

as America's youngest grandmother.

And she's only 28.
Please welcome Lateesha Rodriguez!

Lateesha was our prime contact
at the DMV.

Most of our bond certificates
came from Claremont through her.

Hey, Jerry!

– Lateesha. How are you?
– I'm fine.

What's going on?

I'm here to speak for all people
of mixed race in America.

As a Blactino woman I believe
we deserve our own race category.

That's how I feel.

Did you just say «Blactino»?

Yes. I'm a Blactino American.

First of all,

you don't even look Latino.
You look black. You're black.

Second of all, I'm of mixed race.

I've struggled my whole life
as to whether I'm Chinese or black.

We're American.

What you are is Chinegro.

«Chinegro. "

There you go.

You are a Chinegro.

What the… is Chinegro?

Chinegro is you.

What? That's some bullsh…

You brought a mixed race
flow chart with you.

– I did.
– Why don't we bring that out?

– How you doing, sugar?
– I'm good.

I'm going to call you later, hear?

Now, Jerry, take a look at this.

Blactino. Blackasian.
Hispasian. Okay?

For the Asian subcategories,
I got you, sister.

We have Chinegro.
That's you. Chinegro.

That is not a word.

Yes, it is, sister. We have Koreagro.

Japegro. Okay? We got Japegro.

Chispanic. Koreaspanic.

And last but not least,
check this out, y'all, Japanic.

That's how I flow with it.

You believe the government should
recognize these racial subgroups?

Yes, I do.

You're taking away stuff from…

First of all, let me tell you.

From one Blactino woman to another,
our concern is education.

You ever hear of that?

You're a 28-year-old grandmother.

Yes, I am.

You need to add another category.

It's called birth control, bitch!

– Okay, check this out.
– Birth control, bitch.

I am educated, you Blactino bitch.

– What?
– I'm a DeVry graduate.

Yes, my daughter's a single mother,
but she a straight-A student.

– I'll kick your ass!
– Bring it, bitch.

Jerry! Jerry!

Come on, Bri, we're late.

Fucking MapQuest. I told you,
never again with that shit.

Guys.

How are you?

Come meet Domino.

Domino. Meet the co-hosts
of Bounty Squad.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

Fucking 90210.
I couldn't get away from it.

Later on I realized
Mum had gotten to Heiss

and pulled some strings.

Ian Ziering.

How you guys doing? I'm Ian.

Brian Austin Green, Domino.

Copi… Choco.

Coco?

Choco.

Choco. Sorry.

The man from Afghanistan has made
significant changes to the RV.

Oh, my God.

Are those real bones?

Monkey bones?

Shrunken heads?

For my family.

I drive these bounty hunters
for a free Afghanistan.

I didn't know this was
a political show.

Alf grew up in the Russian invasion
of Afghanistan.

He'd wanted to be
part of the revolution.

But it seemed to pass him by.

At 14, he decided that
explosives would be his speciality.

His eyebrows never grew back.

Action.

Ed, what kind of background
should someone have

to go into bounty hunting?

How does jail sound?

So tell me. Do you boys hunt?

I killed a squirrel…

… once.

Let me tell you something:

Once you hunt a human being,

you'll never hunt an animal again.

It's a different kind of rush.

The problem is, when you've
done it for as long as I have,

all you got to show for it
is an empty bank account…

… and IBS.

IBS?

It's Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

You got a spastic colon?
That's hysterical.

My grandmother has one of those.

Does your grandmother hunt?

I don't know. Maybe.

Why don't you shut the fuck up then?

You were supposed to talk about
the health care crisis.

Exactly. Why would you use
Jerry Springer as a platform

for a race modification proposal?

I don't think Ted Koppel
would book Lateesha Rodriguez.

Not a chance.

Not a chance in hell.

Jerry is one of the only forums
our people have, baby.

I thought more face-time on Springer

would give me a chance at a book deal
or correspondence gig on BET.

Because that Jenny Jones bitch
got cancelled.

Montel would've been better.

Lateesha's granddaughter, Meeka,
had a rare blood disease.

Her white cell count was dropping.

Dad?

We need money.

I got an idea.

What?

Armored car business.

We signed a new insurance policy
in Nevada. There's a loophole.

Claremont Williams.

Bail bondsman.

Armored car service.

Bounty hunter service.

An unusual combination.

Me and Claremont are working on
a plan to get money for Meeka.

A real good plan, baby.

Did you know that Lateesha Rodriguez
ran a fake driver's license racket?

That's the word on the street.

You drove Lateesha's girl to school,
then her to the DMV. Why?

Her car was in the shop.

How convenient…

the morning you call in sick,

I turn on TV and see you
all over Jerry Springer.

Jerry! Jerry!

Never heard of TiVo?

You think I can afford TiVo?
What do you want? I got work to do.

I got a call yesterday
from our health care provider.

They said you tried to pass
your granddaughter off as Kee Kee

at City Terrace Community Hospital.

You forged the age on the application
for some sort of operation.

HMOs don't cover grandchildren.
What am I suppose to do?

That operation is $300, 000.
Where am I get the money, Pat?

You should've thought about that
before you became a grandmother.

Fuck you.

You got two weeks
to clear out your desk.

It kept getting worse for Lateesha.

What?

Did I stutter? Two weeks.

No one could've expected
what happened next.

And a couple of FBI agents
want to talk to you.

You're going to jail for a long,
long time, Lateesha.

Unless you cooperate with us.

Their names were Cosgrove and Wilson.

Someone had tipped them off to
Lateesha's counterfeit scam.

But that's not what they were after.

I'm listening.

In 10 minutes, a college kid
named Frances will go to your window

and ask for four counterfeit IDs.

You can help us.
We want to know what he's up to.

Look at you. You got your hair did,
your nails looking all good.

You go to jail,
that's all going to go away.

You won't see your kids
for a long time.

– Think about your kids.
– It'll be long as hell.

So Lateesha decided to do
something very foolish.

Frances just happened to be in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Okay. He and three friends
are going to hijack an armored truck.

They're going to walk away
with ten million in cash.

Ten million.

Now serving G086.

Hey.

Sunshine for sure.
Cool temperatures, at 76,

the downtown area barely breaking
that 70-degree mark.

66 was the high yesterday.
Overnight lows dropped to 48.

Y'all, Lateesha done dug herself
a deep hole.

And she can't get out by herself.

Y'all dig what I'm saying?

We're in that hole together.
We dig together. We're a team.

Like Billy Ocean says:
«When the going gets tough… "

«The tough get going. "

There are three kinds of people…

The rich,

the poor…

and everyone in between.

You should see what I'm dealing with.
An armored truck that's empty.

Mr. Wonderful's pulling up now.

That's Drake Bishop,

owner of the Stratosphere.

He's worth a billion dollars,
ten million of it recently stolen.

His attorney, Burke Beckett.

I'm Detective Chris Cudlitz.

We know who you are.

Where's my money?

We should look at the tapes.

At 6: 23 a. m., your truck
pulls into the parking lot

and turns the engine off.

Rewind, please.

Rewind the tape.

Freeze the tape.

Freeze the tape.

Can you zoom in?

Zoom in, please.

Are you a fucking mockingbird?
Will you shut the fuck up?

Nancy Reagan.

I think that's Hillary Clinton.

Fat ankles.

That's Barbara-fucking-Bush.

Jacqueline Onassis to her left.

It's the goddamn First Ladies.

If you don't mind me asking,
Mr. Bishop…

– What's in those bags?
– You don't have to answer.

Shut up, Burke.

Ten million dollars. Cash.

Don't tell me it was a hijacking.

How'd you get me
in this position, Burke?

Mr. Bishop?
You have urgent call, sir.

Yeah? Bishop.

This is Claremont Williams,
Williams Bros. Armored Car Service.

Hold on a minute, please.

Let me isolate it.

Yesterday I received an e-mail
from a source.

In this e-mail were
four Social Security numbers

linked to fake California
driver's licenses.

/ believe these gentlemen
robbed us, sir.

I'm also a bail bondsman.

I can deliver these thieves to you
for a small finder's fee.

Yeah. How much?

Just $300, 000.

What if you don't deliver?

My theft insurance will have to
fork over the ten million.

That'll take between 6 and 8 months.

But I employ bounty hunters.

They can and will track down
these thieves.

Deliver these crooks to me
and you've got yourself a deal.

300, 000.

Thank you, sir.

Crime boss Anthony Cigliuti.

Bishop's attorney had put his boss
in business with the Mob.

They're asking for a finder's fee.

Finder's fee? That's bullshit.

Sounds like an inside job to me.

Could be. Maybe Williams
is in on the heist.

If this joker delivers
the First Ladies,

we'll split the $300, 000 fee
with you.

Gentlemen, sounds like we got
a little situation here.

Quite a mess, indeed.

Beckett had just brokered
an underhanded deal with Cigliuti.

The ten million, en route from LA.
to Vegas, belonged to the Mob.

Bishop's clean reputation was
a cover for laundered cash.

If the FBI could link the two men,

it'd be the takedown of the century.

The FBI was always listening,
hence the underwater cordless.

Locus Fender was brought in
to drive the armored car.

Another of Claremont's stooges.

His mother Edna worked at
the Needles DMV.

Mama! You won't believe this!
Come quick!

Where are the First Ladies?

They disappeared.

What do you mean they disappeared?

According to Locus,
they stopped for gas.

I'm getting gas and a Mountain Dew.
Don't any of you make a peep.

Especially you, Barbara.

– Hey, man.
– How's it going?

I need eight dollars' gas
and Mountain Dew.

Do you have MoonPie?

Yeah. I got a couple over there.

And, Slim…

What the shit?

He was sure they'd nabbed the cash.
Straight up double-cross.

But they left without it.

That doesn't make any sense.

They disappeared but left the money.
Doesn't make a lick of sense.

Fuck 'em. Their loss is our gain.
Put the money in the freezer…

Mama. Who's… ?

Fuck 'em.

Okay, Mama.

Either this was a set-up,
or the First Ladies got scared,

decided to pull out
and cut their losses.

Are you wearing makeup?

Why? Can you tell?

You're wearing eyeliner.
You look like a drag queen.

Who the hell is that?

17, 18. 2…

Guys. It's time.
Meet the bounty hunters. Come on!

Come on!

110 percent. Looks like
Night of the Living Dead.

– Are we on?
– Brian.

– Now?
– Yeah, now.

– Come on, bro.
– Is that a joint?

– No. He's not smoking.
– It's a cigarette.

Television, people are watching.
There's kids.

Yeah, well…

Claremont fed us a fake story
about the First Ladies.

Are we rolling?

Today Domino and her team
are out to nab

four criminals for forging checks
with fake driver's licenses.

What can you tell us about
these four creeps?

They call themselves
the First Ladies.

Jackie Onassis.
His real name was Lester Kincaid.

/ gotta strip,
I gotta give some lip.

– / gotta make my tip
– My tip

Hey, Rochelle.

Put your mama on the phone.

What's happening, baby?

Lester Kincaid, you're going to jail.

– What the fuck is this shit?
– Let's go.

I need clearances.

Oh, my God.

– Coco.
– Chocko. Choco.

Jesus. This guy's a psychopath.

Nancy Reagan was a sex addict
named Howie Stein.

My name is Howie, and I am
a recovering nymphomaniac.

Hi, Howie.

If 2 Live Crew
has taught us anything,

it's that horniness in today's
society is out of control.

Within the next decade,
ladies and gentlemen…

society will have reached
what I call A. P. A. T. T.

All Porno All The Time.

Pornography will have become
an epidemic in this country.

Amen!

Phase one:

Masturbation.

Who's this chump?

Howard Stein, an entertainment lawyer
at some shit firm.

I love him. So attractive.

To our female friends here today,

we must not abuse our dogs with
the lure of a peanut butter snatch.

We must channel our horniness
into extracurricular activities.

Howard Stein, you're under arrest.

He's got him by the eyes.

Barbara Bush
and Hillary Clinton were next.

Frances and Charles Cigliuti,
sons of Mob boss Anthony Cigliuti.

They were Mafia kids.

We found them at their frat house,

and they'd been under FBI
surveillance for six months.

Boys, we're in business.

Yeah. Bounty hunters have arrived.

They're driving Winnebagos?

What is this shit?

Is he from Beverly Hills 90210?
I fucking loved that show.

He hasn't aged well.

We want Frances and Charles.
Are they here?

We're from a new reality TV show.
It's called Bounty Squad.

Jesus. Look at that.
She tells it like it is.

We should sign her.

Frances! Frances!

Alright, 60 seconds.
Here's the question:

Which one of you is Frances?

That's him!

Get the fuck out!

This girl is going to be a star.

We should sign her!
To a talent holding deal.

Stay down!

Get the fuck over!

Oh, fuck!

Wow.

I told him, «Back off. "
It's too psychotic.

– Hello?
– Get all four?

Good.

Deliver them to the Needles DMV,
sundown, the Sam Kinison monument.

Why are we delivering them out there?

I can't even find any warrants
in the system for these four.

The system hasn't been updated.

How you doing?

This is all an act, isn't it?

What is?

This whole tough chick thing.

What makes you so sure?

I'm an actor.
You can't fake it like we can.

You know what I think?

You're just a scared little girl
with some daddy issues.

Motherfucker!

You broke my fucking nose!

Thanks.

My friend Tina,
she thought you were dead.

Oh, really?

Well, tell your friend Tina
she's a whore.

It's still bleeding.

I can't believe this bitch.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Where are the bond certificates
for the First Ladies?

There are no bond certificates.

Claremont didn't provide them?

He didn't give me anything.

Claremont said drop the First Ladies
off in Needles, go home and…

don't ask any questions.

There's one reason we wouldn't have
any bond certificates.

These guys have never been arrested.

Is this an inside job?

No, that's bullshit, Terry.

You won't believe what's going on.

I didn't sign on for this shit.
I got punched in the f…

Get the fucking camera off me.

Turn the camera off.

Turn the fucking camera off!

What happens now?

The authorities got you.
Come on, girls, move.

You drove us to fucking Needles
to put us in jail?

– Come on, move! Get up.
– This is bullshit.

Turn the fucking camera off!

Don't listen to her. Keep filming.

Fucker!

Okay. Okay.

Fuck!

What is this shit?

Shut the fuck up and walk.

– These aren't cops.
– Oh, shit.

Watch your mouth. God is listening.
We need him now.

Come here, good-looking.

Here's your First Ladies.

Pleasure doing business with you.

First Ladies?
She told me she was 18.

Aw, fuck.

I hit my head too.

Why are we staying in this shithole?
This is ridiculous.

Guys.

The footage we captured today
was phenomenal.

Did you get the broken nose?

– It will jump-start your careers.
– Fuck yeah.

Look at my face.
This will jump-start my career?

Oh, it's all good.

You need to think more positively.

We need to celebrate.
We need to go to a strip club.

Alright.

Something awful
was about to happen.

/ could feel it in my bones.

What?

What?

Can I ask you a question?

Do I look like I speak Spanish?

Do I look South American to you?

I don't understand a word
you're fucking saying.

Ed's right.
It's not fucking cute!

It's never been fucking cute!

I don't fucking understand you.
You're a freak!

They never show the cum shots
in these shitbag hotels.

Jesus Christ, Choco.

I just got done paying 12. 95
for this movie.

Now I'll never know how it ends.

Don't fuck with me, Ed.

Don't go goddamn
King Kong on me, okay?

If you want to be alone,
or need me, I'll be in Domino's room,

making up my own ending.

Shut up!

Come on, boy. I'll whip your ass

and then I'll go and whip
your goddamn girlfriend's ass!

Do it!

Hold on a minute, man.

Move your ass, motherfucker.

What are you doing, man?

Over this?

Go ahead, pull the fucking trigger.

It comes easy to a fucker like you.

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

You think I don't know
what the fuck's going on?

Let me tell you something.

You see this?

There was no prison riot.

I blew off my own goddamn toe.

Just to numb the pain.

Let me tell you something.
We all get weak over women.

We all get weak over women.

Fucking broads are all nuts.
They know how to kill us.

And this kid is killing you.

Who are you?

Sir?

You want me to shoot them
in the kneecaps?

No, listen to me.
Hold on one second.

Ask them politely
where the money is.

If they don't know,
tell them to dig their own graves.

Okay.

It's always something.

Mr. Cigliuti?

I'm at the Zeta Theta Theta house
at Cal West L. A.

What is it?

I'm sorry to bother you,
but it's an emergency.

What?

Your sons have been kidnapped
by these crazy game show hosts.

My sons Frances and Charlie
have been kidnapped?

I'm afraid so.

We don't know about any money.
Me and Chuckie wanted fake IDs.

Forgive us, O Lord,
for our daily trespasses.

For we know not what we do.

And what we see…

… may not be the truth.

I'm getting gas and a Mountain Dew.
Don't any of you make a peep.

Especially you, Barbara.

The three black women and Raul
were the real First Ladies.

What now?

I don't know.

Lateesh.

– Where are you?
– I'm pulling up right now.

Evacuate the van, Tee.

Plans have changed.
We set up the wrong guys.

The four guys we nabbed
were just Lateesha's patsies.

It was her sorry luck that
they were connected to the Mob.

We got to go. Run.

Shit!

– You have fucked us so bad.
– I fucked up?

You heard me.

You can't help your greedy ass
from trying to get everything.

You put a death sentence
on my grandbaby, that's all.

Did you know what I was trying to do?

What the fuck was you trying to do?

What was you trying to do, Claremont?

I ain't talking to y'all.

Shut the fuck up!

Everybody!

So now you the man
because you fucked up!

Who told you get
those college boys involved?

What else did you want me to do?

Let's go home, right now.

Domino, we got a problem.

The FBI was pressuring Lateesha,
so she assumed they were onto

the fake ID scam. She sets up these
college kids to take the fall for it.

They've been under FBI surveillance
for the last six months.

– What happened to them?
– They might be dead already.

Domino, something else you should
know about these kids.

They're Mafia kids,
Cigliuti's kids.

Jesus Christ.

What, Anthony Cigliuti?

Fuck! Claremont,
you've so fucked us up.

You set me up to deliver

Mafia boss children to be executed.

Just relax. Follow my instructions
and we walk away from this clean.

Claremont laid it out on the table.

His plan was to ask for
a $300, 000 finder's fee

to recover the ten million
he'd already stolen.

It became a huge clusterfuck

when Lateesha tried to pin it
on the Cigliuti kids.

Our only chance for survival
was to retrieve the money.

Alf, come on!

First we had to cut loose the TV crew
and sabotage the footage.

We couldn't leave any evidence.

Come on, guys, it's time to go!

Alf, grab all the footage.
Every tape. Come on!

We got to find Locus Fender.
He knows where the money is.

We find the money, return it
to Bishop, we're in the clear.

Come on!

/ knew in my heart we should've
stopped when my goldfish died.

It was a sign from a higher power.

Alf!

For fuck's sake, Alf!

Where the fuck are the tapes?

They go boom.

Claremont's plan was that we join
forces with Lashandra and Lashindra.

You want a lap dance?

Tonight is a two-for-one special
for these luscious tits.

Luscious tits.

Come on, baby. We going to have fun!

Only if you're good.
You want to see them?

What's going on? Fuck!

– Quiet!
– I didn't do anything!

Let me go! Let me go!

I kicked ass at the audition.
Everything was great.

My agent called
and says that I'm too old.

We need hostages.

Ian, how you doing?
You all right?

I'm okay.

Domino, now listen to me.

Combination code is tattooed
on his right arm.

You'll never open Edna Fender's safe

unless you have the code-breaker
on that arm. Understand?

You're breaking up. I can't hear you.

Edna's armed and dangerous,
so don't fuck around.

You got me?

Remove…

… the right arm.

You're breaking up.

Domino, remove…

… right arm.

Remove his shirt from
his upper right arm.

You'll find the combination
inside the tattoo on his arm.

What did he say?

He said remove the right arm.

Oh, my God!

Holy shit!

Oh, my God!

You fucking crazy?!

My fucking arm!

So…

My fucking arm!

So now we're back where we started.

We sure are.

You beautiful thing. Come on out.

We found the money in the freezer.
It was all there.

That's a lot to carry.

How about a pot of coffee, Edna?
It's going to be a long night.

Part light-induced, part drug.

Turned out Edna had
one last trick up her sleeve.

They developed a technique for
descent into the unconscious mind.

Part light-induced, part drug.

Cock-fuckers are going to pay.

Mescaline.

With each passing second

reality eclipsed into
the asphalt horizon.

Soon mescaline was pulsing
through our veins.

Your blood test confirms
there is mescaline in your system,

but I'm guessing it's nothing new.

It's not unusual
for someone like you,

pampered her whole life,

to indulge in drugs

as a coping mechanism.

Not living up to your expectations.

Certainly not up to your mother's.

You know you're a heartbreak
to her, don't you?

Now the bitch was getting personal.

You lost everything you had.

You can take responsibility
for it or not.

Either way, you have no one to blame
but yourself.

There's someone coming.

We need help!

Miracles.

You're all miracles.

Oh, thank God!

What's your name?

Domino.

I know you.

You're the angel of fire.

Angel of fire.

I know you.

You burn bright enough to know that
certain sacrifices need to be made.

If you don't give back the money,
you all will die.

And you will die contorted.

And you will die unforgiven.

You see…

there's this puzzle.

And at the center there's a child.

This is a very sick child.

But this child will be
a great leader someday.

Do you know the child I speak of?

Yes.

Well, you have only one destiny
and that is…

you must offer your lives in exchange
for the life of the child.

Only then will you be cleansed
in the blood of the lamb.

Take us to Vegas.

It's official.

Bishop whacked Frances and Chuckie.

What's our options?

What's your option?

Kill 'em.

When?

– When?
– Tonight.

Kill them all.
Kill them all tonight.

Move! Move!

– Come on, let's go!
– Moving out!

Let's go!

We discovered the bodies
early this morning.

The FBI was lying.
The guys we nabbed weren't dead.

Please. I just
supply them with pussy.

I just want to get people high.

Fuck 'em. They don't know.

Fuck, this shit's intense.

Shut up. Do what they say.
I don't feel like getting killed.

Book us a hotel suite.

What, with my money?

Put it on your credit card.

Are you serious?

Don't look at me that way.

This is Bishop.

The bounty hunters are here.
Where do you want to meet?

The Top of the World
at the Stratosphere. It's secure.

They drop off the money in an hour.
Should we say 7 p. m. ?

Yeah, good.

They drop off the money in an hour.
Should we say 7 p. m. ?

Boys, we're in business.

You're hitting my leg.

Take it easy.

This could work for us if we let
Cigliuti think the kids are dead.

Then we can flush out Cigliuti
in the money exchange.

Hold on, buddy.

7 p. m. Top of the Stratosphere.

They're on the move. It's happening.

Yeah? What?

Mr. Cigliuti, the money exchange
with Drake Bishop

is on the top floor suite of
the Stratosphere at exactly 7 p. m.

Sounds like a Negro Deep Throat.

Right?

Oh, man, we are so fucked.

That guy said we were fucked
either way.

Fuck.

Hello?

Domino.

The money exchange is at

the Top of the World,
the Stratosphere.

/ need you there right at 7 p. m.

I'm sorry it turned out like this.

/ won't forget this, Domino.

Get off.

Lateesha.

What have you gotten us into?

Claremont negotiated a finder's fee
for $300, 000.

But then he tried to take all of it.

Bullshit. You set us up.

Fuck you.

I don't know how it happened.
If I could take it all back, I would.

They'll kill us if we don't deliver
all the money.

$300, 000 and I need to collect
that fee right now.

It'll pay for
my baby's entire operation.

Please.

Alf, what are you doing in there?

Alf!

You wanker. Cut the drama.
I need 300K from one of the bags.

I love you, Domino.
Thank you.

Last chance. Once I walk out,
I won't be able to help you.

You have a fondness for tattoos.

You've been staring at
my goldfish all afternoon.

It's a koi, actually.

The Japanese call them as shiromuji,

which translated means «white»,
and nothing else. "

You know why I really became
a bounty hunter?

Because of cunts like me?

It kills you that while
I'm coming into my own,

you're stuck in a dead-end marriage.

Or worse yet, an unfulfilling job.

I'm not married.

And I love my job.

Where are you hiding your tattoo?
Is it on your ankle?

No. Or is it somewhere else?
Somewhere nasty?

You want to know what I'm picturing?
Something delicate like a rose.

Or a hummingbird.

Or, no. Maybe the name of a man

you can't bring home to Daddy.

No, I'm completely wrong, aren't I?

Oh, God.

See, I bet…

that when you go to sleep
alone tonight,

it's my pussy you'll be dreaming of.

Really?

Bri.

I love you, bro.

Welcome to the Top of the World.

Little out of the way,
but private.

Where have I seen you two boys?

We're actors.

The fuck you doing here?

We're celebrity hostages.

Celebrity hostages.

Apparently people don't kill people
when celebrities are around.

Brings too much attention.

I see. I'd better have you
escorted downstairs then.

You got lucky.

Let's go, let's go!

And you're…

… a bounty hunter.

Yes, I am.

A dangerous profession.

Sometimes.

Visual on perpetrators
in upper lounge.

We'll maintain visual contact.

We'll maintain visual contact.
The tactical team is on location.

Could you be a bit more specific?

It's dangerous when you don't know
what to expect from a situation.

When you have no idea what could
possibly happen next.

The bags contain the ten million,

minus the $300, 000 finder's fee
you negotiated with Claremont.

That's what I call bold, Miss Harvey.

But I'm impressed,
very impressed.

Go!

Go!

Gentlemen…

let's make sure those bags
are packed with my money

and we'll let
these bounty hunters go.

Your money's gone.

What?

What are you talking about?

It's been sent to help
free Afghanistan.

Let us go.

Let us go.

What the fuck are you doing?

It's a bomb!

We got visuals on perpetrators
and nothing else.

What's your 20?

Okay, drop the weapons!

You killed my sons.

I didn't kill your sons.

I'm not in
the people-killing business.

Zone 90, contact 60130 on tach two.

Alf!

What going on up there?

We got to get somebody in there.

Let's go!

Mayday. This is Victor Bravo.
We're going down.

Repeat: I'm going down.

Move it, for fuck's sake!

Come on, Alf!

I make…

I make everything…

Okay?

My coin was tossed.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Put it down!

Put it down now!

I said put it down!

Now!

I'll blow your fucking brains out.

Seal it up. Get it out!

Fucking shoot him.

/ once vowed never to invest
too much emotion into anyone.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Choco.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Life or death.

Heads, you live. Tails, you die.

My destiny was life.

When I was little,
my mum took me to Las Vegas.

She told me it was
the most dangerous place on earth.

Miss Harvey,
I suggest you retire.

Sweet dreams, Miss Mills.

My name is Domino Harvey.

/ am a bounty hunter.

/ know my Eddie and Choco
are watching me from the afterlife.

/ feel a sense of relief
that we will meet again.

Mum.

I love you.

There are three kinds of people
in the world…

The rich…

… the poor…

… and everyone in between.

I'm Dr. Waldman.

Mr. Williams.

Kee Kee Rodriguez, please?

I'm her mother, Lateesha.

– We're the cousins.
– First cousins.

Pleasure to meet you.

We have a few things to look at.

If you're wondering what's true
and what isn't, fuck off.

It's none of your business.

/'// never tell you what it meant.

All that matters is that
my mission is complete.

TEARS IN THE RAIN

/ saved her.

And when she is older,

a woman named Domino

will tell her there is only one
conclusion to every story.

We all fall down.

My name is Domino Harvey.

IN LOVING MEMORY

DOMINO HARVEY