All language subtitles for Melinda (1972)

- Alright, thanks.
- Be cool now.

I hate to say this...

but I am such
a pretty motherfucker.

Yeah.

'The mind is free!'

Freedom is in the mind.

-'In spirit.'
-In spirit.

-'In confidence.'
-In confidence.

- In unified authority.
- In unified authority.

International love and pride.

International love and pride.

You could be dead, man.

Pushups.

Parker!

Get ready.

I'm ever ready
for some lightweight shit.

So, you better come
with something heavy

and packed with dynamite.

Huh.

Hai.

Hooaa.

Aah.

Block this.

Aah!

Oh. Now, man,

I told you what the policy
of the station is.

Bostick, says my job
is to play records.

And, man, he ain't about to let
me make no announcements

about the activities
of this organization.

Frankie, I've known you since
our first year at Central State.

You were honorary in class,

or of the whole damn campus
for that matter.

And now all of a sudden,
you're gonna come up

water in your veins

because of some jive radio
station owner?

Yeah, boss.

My money is low,
staff volunteering.

And the landlord wants me out.

The people around here
need this place.

You know, you can
make that announcement

and tell Bostick
to kiss your ass

if you put your mind to it.

You know something, Charles?

You're a funny
talking dude sometimes.

When they told you
I hadn't been home in 27 years.

And I saw all that meat
on the table.

I ought to beat you
to death myself

I'd have been home every day
sit out in Los Angeles

eating these dried hamburgers

...made out of whole hog.

Now you must... You need to...
Are you sick?

You haven't been
home in 27 years

and they save the ham each
year for you and the turkey.

I would've spend two days
trying to eat it all up.

Sorry about that
but I've got to leave

you sisters and brothers.

Frankie J. Parker.
The "J" is for joy

'cause that's what
you get from Frankie J.

The mind tripper, the money
dipper and the honey gripper.

Lock up your daughters,
girlfriends and wives,

Mr. Jones cause Frankie J.,
is on his way.

Frankie J., in the morning,
Frankie J. in the night.

Frankie J.,
in your dreams, so fine

sometimes I want
to kiss myself.

Frankie J., joy, your messenger
of enlightenment.

After me,
who remembers Aristotle?

Listen to me with
my bad humble self.

And don't forget to send
your contribution

to the new community lead
to help these young people

to help you, to protect
your community

against the drug pushers.

Send whatever you can.

And if you're short on bread,
that's cool. Write us anyway.

The NCL, care of
the Frankie J. Parker show.

Post Office Box 3-1-2.

Los Angeles 9-0-0-9-9.

That's NCL care of the
Frankie J. Parker show.

Post Office Box 3-1-2.

Los Angeles 9-0-0-9-9.

Later, sisters and brothers.

Bless you with joy,

peace and lo-o-o-ve.

And now the KHLH news headlines.

Six year old girl rescued
from a well she had fallen into

earlier in the day in Compton.

Another day another
dollar when Frankie moves

all the woman holler.

Frankie J. show.

Oh, hello, Mr. Bostick.

I'm sorry, but he left already,
Mr. Bostick.

I swear, he did, Mr. Bostick.

Uh, yes, Mr. Bostick.

I will, Mr. Bostick.

Goodbye, Mr. Bostick.

Phew, one of these days
you're gonna wear

that man's patience down
and find yourself on the streets

without a job.

Gloria, if that day ever comes

the women of this town will
burn this radio station down.

What's on the agenda
for tomorrow?

At 10:00 am. you're to speak
to the students

- at Carver High School.
- Mm-hm.

Then, you're to help
Mr. Atkins at the NCL center.

Oh, yeah.
Reverend Johnson called.

He wants you to speak at his
church on the fourth Sunday.

Yeah. Church must be in some
heavy trouble, huh?

You can tell him it's cool.

Show him and his congregation
what paradise is.

Give him a touch of paradise
right here on earth.

Mmm, yeah. How does
that hit you, Gloria?

I think you're beginning
to believe your own bullshit.

Later, baby.

Jeano! How you doin', baby?

- Hey, boss.
- Hiya, Ruby.

-Hiya, baby.

- Hey, man, how you doin'?
- Good to see you. Alright.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

I would like to mention
that we have with us tonight

in the club, the joy man
from KJLA, Frankie J.

Well, what are you gonna
do about me?

I'm gonna do
what I've been doin'.

And that's nothin'.

No, lady. Your eyes have been

following me
all over this joint.

Maybe, it's because
you walk funny.

Then you're a freak
for a funny walker.

Anyway, I did
hear you on radio today.

If you were listening to my show
then you had an experience.

I produce, write
and direct my own material

for both radio and television.

With the chip chap
profundity of an angel

interspersed with the best music
played on the FCC airwaves.

And the FCC has got to check
with me because I own the sky.

Would you mind repeating
that for me?

Mister Landlord of the Sky?

I can dig it, miss?

Melinda, Melinda Lewis.

Hey, that's some cigarette case
you got there, can I--

I didn't say you could sit.

I'm sittin' because

you're a lady from another town.

You don't know anybody.

You're beautiful
and I'm beautiful.

So, it's only natural we would
gravitate toward each other.

How did you know I was
from another place?

Brilliant mind perceptionist,
that's what I am.

Just another one of things
that makes me so special.

I don't believe you.

And I don't think you're fool
enough to believe yourself.

Alright, so I'm funny. Let's go.

- Where to?
- Party.

You ever hear
of Tank Robinson?

Tank owns this club.

And he owns and runs
Oregon Records

and he used to be
ace football player.

So you're up on football too.

Next thing you gonna
get hip to is Frankie J. Parker

All pro Joy of the Universe.

Is there anything you
haven't been or done?

I haven't made love to you.

Yes you have.

In your dreams.

You're a funny lady,
Miss Melinda.

Look, Tank is havin'
this party on a boat.

'So let's do it, huh?'

Okay, Mr. Frankie.

But that's all we're gonna do.

Alright.

Allow me.

Thank you.

- You hear that motor, Melinda?
- It's all I can hear.

I put some FJPP
in my tank today.

Makes the car the toughest thing
rolling on the freeway.

- FJPP?
- Frankie J. Parker Power.

Now, feel it, momma.

Wait a minute..
80, so I was sitting there

watching this nigger, black,
standing up over me

with his right hand deep off
into his pocket

like he's gonna come out of it
with something big.

Well, I wouldn't even
think about him.

I just told him to
get outta my office.

He said, Tank..

...you ain't too big or too rich
to get your ass kicked.

So I said, if you ever dream
you gonna kick my ass

they gonna call you peg leg
the rest of your natural life.

Frankie.

How you doin, babe?

Look who I found to bring here.
Miss Melinda Lewis, Tank.

My goodness,
you're looking good.

- Let's party.
- Alright, make way.

Let's go.

You got a scar right here,
you know that?

- No, it's a birthmark.
- Mm-hmm.

And you can't kiss it away.

- Ah-ha.
- Huh-uh.

Is that always gonna be here.

Forever.

Champagne cocktail for you.

-Thank you.

- Scotch.
- Scotch on the rocks for you.

- Here's to us.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, to you.

You have a beautiful boat,
Mr. Robinson.

Well, thank you very much.

I've done alright by myself.

You know, I made it up in my
mind the day I signed the proof

with Balder I was gonna
play it safe.

I was gonna make
all the bread I could make

in the game, before some mean
old lion tore my leg off.

I was gonna quit.
And own a piece of this world.

Look around you, Miss Melinda.

Go on, look around you.

I own a piece of this world.

Yeah but I'm prettier.

Alright.
Alright. I'll drink to that.

There. That oughta give you
something to think about.

Sullivan tells me he sent you
a birthday present

and you sent it back.

You still thrilled with times,
Frankie.

I never tried to buy
anything for you.

That gift was
from my heart.

The only thing wrong
with that is

that one of these days...

I might find myself in front
of some investigating committee.

Trying to prove what a big heart
Tank Robinson's got.

Only to discover,
he had a transplant

with the heart of midget.

Well... Well, I guess
I'll go check out

some of these
strange people at my party.

- Hi, Tank.
- Okay, baby.

- Who's the girl, Frank?
- Somebody I met tonight.

Mm-hm.

Takin' her home
with you tonight, hmm?

Look, Terry.

I'm not going through
any of your shit tonight.

You just think about that
tomorrow when the sun hits you.

Yeah.

Look here, Terry.

I gave you something
I've never given anyone.

- You have?
- My time, baby.

Time nobody else in the world
could get from me but you.

But what you want
is some weak-kneed faggot

you could manipulate.

Now I can't cut that.

So, Why don't
we just leave it, huh?

You don't fuck with me
and I won't fuck with you.

Hey, Frankie. You know what,

you bring this
fine woman up here

for me to meet and she gets
intellectual on me.

Now, ain't that a bitch.
A black woman

getting intellectual
on a nigger rich as me.

Stop it.

Later, Tank.

- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

Well, welcome to my little piece
of the world, Miss Melinda.

Walk on in, lady.

And make yourself at home.

Some music, Miss Melinda.

Glad I met somebody finally
who can appreciate a fire.

I love a fireplace.

- How 'bout a drink?
- No.

- No champagne cocktail?
- No, thank you.

Well, uh, you make yourself
at home, Miss Melinda.

And I'll be right back,
in a minute.

Aah!

Yes...

At your service, ma'am.

Where to now?

I don't know.

I'm not that bad.
Am I?

You're not
that good either.

I don't know
about that.

It's all about
involvement, ain't it?

Thirty four years
to build this thing.

For the people.
Beautiful, huh?

You better turn that mike up.

- What are you doing?
- What?

You know something?

What?

I am so with all of this.

I'm really enjoying myself.

It's the joy I bring, baby.

You got more in it
than that, Frankie.

You know it.

You're right.

Yeah, it's to do with
where your mind is at.

An evolvement.

That's how people
should enjoy each other.

It's like some hidden nerve

that suddenly cracks on itself.

Then how can you do
anything else but

jump up and down with elation.

That was that beautiful thing
we went through last night.

You know when I met you
at Tank's last night

I just had to find out
if there was something else

other than jive time.

Behind that false exterior
you're so in love with.

M-m-wah.

How'd I make out?

It was, say, heavy.

Deep.

Like Frankie.

That's the way you ought
to think about yourself.

Deep and heavy.

God knows the world is too full
of hustlers and pimps, freaks.

Just plain old-fashioned losers.

Anyways, it's nice to run
into some soul for a change.

And you've had 'em all, huh?

Every last one of them.

I have a...

real feeling for you, Melinda.

And I don't make a practice
of getting too deep with women.

I get burnt too quick.

Hmm.

- Who is it?
- Frankie J. Parker, please.

- Yeah.
- Frankie?

It's me, baby.

Fantastic.

You know, your phone's
been ringing

ever since you left here.

- You listen to my show?
- You better believe it.

Look, baby, I, uh, I've gotta go
tape my television show

when I finish up here.

- Okay.
- Love.

I love you too.

Bye.

Yeah, from K 10-0-8

where the music never stops.

This is Jerry Butler
and his brand new one,

"Love". Yeah...

♪ Love is ♪

♪ A beautiful thing baby ♪

Melinda?

♪ A joy that it brings ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Finding in yo-o-u ♪

♪ Like wings ♪

♪ Trouble comes near baby ♪

Stay still, boy.

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ 'Cause I love you... ♪♪

Well whoever called us
sure had it right.

We got a real mess in here.
The girl butchered to death.

What's her name?

Mel...

Melinda.

- Melinda Lewis.
- He's lying.

Identification here says
her name's Audrey Miller.

Some of our men paid
a visit to that hotel.

The girl's room has been
ransacked from top to bottom.

Now come on, a strange girl
with no name.

You're the only one
that's been with her.

Now who else could've
killed her but you?

I told you, man.

I got nothing to say
till my lawyer gets here.

You call me "officer."

You know, I wouldn't wish this
job on my mother-in-law.

Let me get a away from this...

How you doing there, Frankie J.?

Hanging tough for tomorrow.

They messed with you, huh?

Yeah, sometimes they get
carried away with their jobs.

But they ain't bad.

They're really nice fellows.

It's the way the job goes,
you know.

Hey.

Know something.

I saw a man one time

slap a jackass
on his back with a whip.

And that jackass reared
up on his back legs

run across the field.

And run back to his master
to be slapped again.

And saying,
"One more time, daddy."

That's a good one.
A walkin', talkin' jackass.

Jackass!

You black son of a bitch.

Your lawyers are out there
with a writ. You can go now.

Goodbye.

Nigger!

Frankie.

Hey, baby.

Look, man, thanks for, uh...

them lawyers you sent down
to get me out of the joint.

The pig-ass motherfuckin'
cops are crazy, baby.

Look, don't sweat it.
Anytime I can help

a brother out
you know where I'm at.

Come on into the den, there's...

somebody in there
that wants to see you.

Oh, yeah.

I'll be back down as soon

as I cool off this bitch

I got up in my bedroom.

You look tired.

You're in trouble.

'Cause you had to lie down
in bed with that pretty face.

Is that what you came here
to tell me?

Look, if for some freaky reason

I still feel there is something
deep between us

let us not forget

there's been something wrong.

You see, I happen to feel
that there's something

very powerful
about being a woman.

If I'm here because I love you..

Doesn't mean that I have to
let you shit on me again.

You wanna tell me about it?

All I know is that for the last
two days somebody's--

Forget it, Frankie.

Some crazy pervert

killed that girl, that's all.

Now, my manager will

take care of your case.

You ain't got nothing
to worry about.

Who was this girl?
Where did she come from?

What was she doing here?

Don't you know
anything about her?

All I knew was that
she was from Chicago.

I don't even know if it was her
they were out to get or me.

But if somebody is out there...

tryin' to knock me off,

I'll be dammed if I'm gonna
just leave myself wide open

to be kicked in the head

by a bunch
of sick motherfuckers...

who would chop a girl up
the way they did.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Oh shit!

- Could you help me, please?
- What's the trouble?

My car won't start
and I just twisted my ankle.

Shit!

It's your starter, baby.

What you need is a mechanic.

Hey, but wait. I've gotta get
downtown in a hurry.

Will you take me?
I'll pay you.

Wow!

You will?

Well, you better get on
in this car, lady

before somebody else grabs you.

Please now be careful now,
you wanna be careful now.

Come on.
Here you go.

Here we are. Yes, ma'am.

That's lovely.

I'll be right around
the other side, ma'am.

Are you ready and good
to go now, ma'am?

This way here? Huh?

My name is Marcia,
by the way.

Frankie, ma'am.

Well, lookie here.

Pistol-packing bitch.

You just keep driving
and do what I tell you to do.

Where we going?

I said we go

where and when I say.

Now drive, mister.

Hey, hey, come on. Shit.

Alright, girl.
Who sent you after me?

I don't know anything
to tell you.

Now look.

Now I am in no mood

to be gentle today, woman.

You better tell me something
and tell me quick.

What're you gonna do, hit me?
Go ahead.

Hit me. I don't care.

Aah!

I didn't wanna go after you.
They made me do it.

Who, "they", goddamn it? Who?

I've got this problem.

The problem is to keep
myself looking like a woman.

To keep myself alive.

That's your problem.

You're a junkie.

There's this friend of mine.

And he's always got me straight
whenever I needed the stuff.

I got real sick the other night
and I went to my friend.

But he refused me.

He told me to die.

And that scared
the shit out of me.

So I told him I'd do anything.

And he took me to this
black guy, Smith.

And Smith sent me after you.

He said you have something
of his he had to have.

He didn't say what it was.
Just to bring you to him.

And he'd do the rest.

They mention a girl to you
by the name of

Melinda Louise or Audrey Miller?

No.

Where you supposed
to be taking me?

I can't tell you that.
I don't care what you do.

I can't tell you.

Aah!

Aah!

Ah! Stop! Stop!

I'll tell you.

Okay.

I-I, I was to take you
to my friend's house.

0-0-6 Romney Street.

What?

4-0-0-6 Romney Street.

That's where Smith is.

Wait.

What's gonna happen to me?

You can go to hell.

But they'll kill me.

I just know they will.

Everyone's gotta die, bitch.

All I can think about is living.

That's all I got to do is live.

And if you have to die
for me to live, then you die.

♪ Baby please don't go ♪

♪ Baby please don't go ♪

♪ Baby please don't go ♪

♪ Back to New Orleans
because I love. ♪

- Where's Smith?
- Hey, I don't know any Smith.

I'm gonna cut you, boy.

♪ You got me way down here
all by myself ♪

♪ Oh, baby,
please don't go.. ♪♪

Aah!

Now you're looking at
somebody that's crazy.

And I'm gonna get crazier.

- Where's Smith?
- I don't know no Smith.

Man! Alright, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.

He works for these
people out of town.

They sent him to me
because I gotta do him

favors from time to time.

This keeps my
business goin', man.

Who?

It's just business, man.
I never met him.

Did they kill that girl?

I don't know nothing about
nobody getting killed, man.

He said the girl ran away

with something
that belonged to him.

- And that she gave it to you.
- Where's Smith now?

He split when the girl

that he sent after you
didn't show up.

I don't know where he's staying,
if he's coming back.

I swear I don't.

What good is your swears?

You're a dead person.

- Operator.
- Yeah, police headquarters.

Hello, police?

You wanna bag yourself
a heroin pusher,

you come to 4-0-0-6,
Romney Street.

Motherfucker.

- What is it?
- That girl...

...she's inside there dead.

- What?
- You said you'd be here.

I was! But there was no answer.
The house was locked tight.

I was worried, so I went
to the gas station to call Tank.

- Tank?
- Yes.

As you bend down
keep your leg straight.

And place your hands
up on the ball.

Now spread your legs
just a little bit now.

- Like this, Tank?
- Right. That's it.

Now, when you feel I have
the ball in my hands

well, then you got to be able to
receive brutal punishment

from the opposing line.

- Okay.
- Alright. Now on four.

Set, hike..

One, two, three,

three and a half, four.

Hello.

What?

Where?

Now wait a minute, Frankie.

Wait, my ass!

You were the only one who knew
I was using your pad.

What are you talkin' about?

Terry knew and uh,

your old school buddy,
uh... Charles.

Is that his name? He called me
and I told him you were there.

Frankie?

No good, baby.
I can see from here,

the cops got my place covered.

Why don't we go
to my place then?

We could figure somethin' out
there.

Won't work.
Sure they'll check you out.

I know what. Tinecia, my editor,
she's in New York for a week.

We can stay there.

Yeah, alright.

Don't sweat it too hard.

Too much of that emotional
rigmarole could kill you.

Did I ever tell you
about the woman...

who was always
goin' to meet this man..

And he was always
goin' somewhere else?

The whole trip,
became so involved...

crushed a nerve in her mind.

You know what was wrong
with both of them?

All they ever did
was give each other...

their weaknesses.

That's what kills people.

Here.

I gotta get some air, baby.

You have got to be Smith!

And I'm gonna kick your ass!

You gonna tell me things
you don't even know you knew!

Stop!

Talk!

Oh, come on.

Now, we're goin' to the bedroom.

Oh shit!

Wait a minute, baby.
Don't go away. Be right back.

What the hell
are you doin' here?

You gotta help me, Tank.

I ran into Frankie J. tonight.

Looks like you ran
into a tractor to me, man.

Tank, that man's crazy.

I had to tell him some things.

You had to tell him some things?

I had to tell him some things
or he mighta killed me.

So, you come here to me
because you're scared shit

of what Gregg will do to you?

Tank!

Dirty...

low-life bastard!

What the fuck
are you screaming about?

I-I'm losing my patience
with you, Frankie.

Ah!

Did he tell you what
he told me about you?

Man, I don't care
what he told you.

I'm in business, man. I gotta
deal with all kind of people.

People who go
around chopping up girls?

No, no. I didn't
have anything to do

with those girls
getting killed.

Frank, I don't wanna hurt you.
Nobody wants to hurt you.

But the way you've been going
at this thing

it's like a man out of his head.

Aah!

What is it I've got
that they want, Tank?

I don't know, Frankie.
I swear I don't know.

Who is Mitch, Tank?

- I..
- Who the fuck is Mitch?

Mitch is... Mitch is my partner.

He owns this club.
He owns everything.

So, you helped them
kill that girl?

No, no. I didn't even
see that girl

until you brought her
to the party.

I swear, Frankie, I..

Argh!

Why did they kill her, Tank?

She... She was Mitch's girl.

She took somethin'
that belonged to him.

I-I don't know what
these people are after.

I swear, Frankie. I swear.

No wonder, so many
running backs got by you.

You were always hidin'.

You were never there,
motherfucker!

You mean to tell me, you're
gonna make those men think

you have
what they're looking for?

That's dumb, Frankie.

That's the only way
I'm gonna stay alive, baby.

As long as they think I got
their merchandise.

Then they're gonna
have to deal with me.

What kind of dealin' can you do
with a bunch of killers?

You have no choices, Frankie.

Go to the police or somethin'.

But don't play
a stupid game with those men

and get yourself killed...

over some... party bitch.

Oh, no!

Oh, I should be sorry
I said that.

I love myself too much for that.

If I want you,
I want you for me.

If I need you,
I need you for me.

If you put me
in that bed and fuck me...

...I want it to be me.

And not some dead broad
you had just for two nights.

Hell, no!
I'm not sorry, Frankie Parker.

It'll be morning soon.

I know how you feel, baby.

I can appreciate it.

And if my head ain't cool,

then we'll get through that too.

That girl... Melinda...

to live with that man.

White man.

She must've been
in an awful lot of pain

to run off away from it
the way she did.

Yeah.

Please, please..

Why did he have to kill her?

Mitch, I'm sorry.
I mean, it couldn't be helped.

She put up such a fight,
she was yelling and screaming.

Couldn't take the chance of her
going to the police afterwards.

Anyway, he did find out

that she passed the bank note
to the disc jockey.

And you're sure
it's in this bank?

It couldn't be any other place.

Much, What are we gonna do
about Tank?

For the moment I think
he might be of some use to us.

I want you to get him to me
as soon as we find out

what's going on in the bank.

Are you sure nobody
in the bank can be bought?

No, I tried, but those
bank clerks are freaky bastards.

Well... we'll see!

Well, yes, Ms. Miller
did rent a box from us...

but I'm sorry, sir, I can't
possibly let you into it.

But she left it here for me.

Now look, sir, I'm the owner
of Mid Century Enterprises.

You saw those. Ms. Miller
works for me as an assistant.

The package she put into your
bank

is the property of the company.

I flew all the way
from Chicago for it.

I can see your credentials
are in order, sir...

but I'm afraid, even if you
had the key to the deposit box

I couldn't
possibly accommodate you.

No one can get
into that box but Ms. Miller.

I see.

Is Ms. Miller still in town?

Of course not.

If she was,
you think I'd be here

having you to break my balls?

Sorry, sir.
Bank policy is bank policy!

Good day!

Sooner or later
this Frankie guy's gonna come up

with that key and figure out
some way to get into that box.

I want you to put two men
outside here doing bank hours.

Will do, Mitch.

You're gonna get me fired
from my job yet, Frankie J.

Don't worry about it, baby.

When I get back
to the office...

besides making Bostick
give you a raise

I'm gonna let you sit
on my knee now and then.

I pick the knees I sit on!

This is it.

If, uh...

you just give me one more day,
Greg, I'll work it out.

Look, I just got off the phone
with Mitch in Chicago.

His hands
are starting to shake.

You can't kill
any more people, Gregg.

- I'll... I'll talk to Mitch.
- No.

No more talk.
Talk's all over.

Well, if you'll just tell me
what it is you're looking for.

What's wrong with you, Tank?

Look. I just want you to do
what I tell you to do.

Okay?

Huh?

Ray, my stomach's killing me.

Will you give me those pills?

You know, Tank,
I'm beginning to believe

what people say about you.

Do you know what
they say about you?

No.

They say that underneath
all that muscle...

that you're nothing but a big
blob of chicken shit. Huh?

That true?

I don't even have to take that
kind of put down from Pickham.

Thank you. Thank you.

I never knew you had
a nerve problem too.

Gotta have your doctor...

to prescribe you
some of those pills.

Mitch.

How ya doin', Tank?

Oh, it's good to see you.
It's been a long time.

It's good to see you, Mitch.
It's a surprise.

- Oh is it a pleasant surprise?
- You betcha!

I-I spoke to your brother
before I left Chicago.

He told me to tell you
everything is cool on his end.

Look, Mitch. When I borrowed
that money from you

the deal was strictly legit.

It didn't say anything about
my doing the kind of things

Gregg has been
asking me to do.

But we are friends.

And I am
your business partner, right?

Yes.

Well that's the way
things are, Tank.

I can't help that...

and neither can you.

Now... you know
this disc jockey real well.

You just tell me
everything about him.

Where his weak spot is.

Who he loves
and who he hates.

I promise you, we'll make
his legs bend just enough

so tears will
flow from his eyes.

And he will voluntarily
help us clear this mess up.

Then I won't have to turn
Gregg loose on him.

- Okay, Tank?
- Okay, Mitch.

Gregg.

Your man Smith told
that jockey too much last night.

He knows a lot
about my business

with that union election
incident, doesn't he?

Yes. Why?

He makes me nervous.

Find some excuse
to send him to Kansas City.

And give Roger
a call to shower him

with a warm reception
when he gets there.

You understand what
I'm talking about, Gregg?

Look, Mitch, Smith is
one of my most valuable men.

He's a butcher!

His orders were
to get that package.

He killed Audrey for nothing.

You send him to Roger, Gregg.

Sure, Mitch.

Black Velvet Publication.

Excuse me, Burt.

- Was there anything in the box?
- Yeah.

Only one problem with it.

This is a bank deposit box key.

Right. And I can't
get into that box.

Nobody can but her,
and she's dead.

Let's face it, baby.
I'm fast becoming a loser.

- Do you still have her license?
- Yes.

- Give it to me.
- What?

I said, give it to me,
Frankie. Please.

- What's the license for?
- Audrey Miller is not dead.

And she has
this license to prove it.

And you're thinking about--

Going to the bank.
That's right.

You know how much time
you get in the slammers

for defrauding a bank, woman?

Time, Frankie Parker,
is merely a measurement

between here and there,
between now and tomorrow.

And life and death.

- Yes?
- Miller. Ms. Audrey Miller.

- Thank you, Ms. Miller.
- You're welcome.

Yes, would you please
sign here where the X is.

Oh, I don't
quiet get this, but I..

No, it's just a statement
in your own handwriting

testifying to the fact
that you're not dead.

- Well I'm not dead.
- You're not dead.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Uh, now, may I see
your identification please?

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

Um, would you excuse me
a moment please?

Sure.

- Ms. Miller.
- Hello.

Well, Ms. Miller.
I see you're back in town.

Oh, yes. I was, uh... l was
in Rome a couple of days.

- Oh?
- You oughta try it sometime.

Oh! Well, now, Ms. Miller,
have you any...

any other identification
besides your driver's license?

Well, isn't that enough?

Well, you see,
it's an out of state license

and the bank requires something
local with your name on it.

Hmm. Well, I see
from your car rental receipt

you're staying
at the Central City Motor Inn.

Yes.

Mary, would you get me the
Central City Motor Inn please?

Thank you.

Uh, Central City Motor Inn?

This is Mr. Hawthorne

from the Western Bankers Trust.

I'd like to verify a tenant

staying at your motel.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Uh, this won't take long.
She'll be right back, she said.

I don't give a damn
if she never comes back.

Now look, I'm getting
sick and tired of this.

I walk in here and you treat me
like I'm some damn crook.

- Ms. Miller, what's wrong?
- What's wrong?

What's wrong, my ass.
You know what's wrong.

Look, if I was a white woman
and I walked in here

and wanted to get
into my bank deposit box,

I wouldn't have to go
through half this shit!

- Hey, shush!
- "Shush," my ass, bitch!

Now look,
I want my fuckin' property

or I'mma burn this bank down.

Now, now, Ms. Miller,
there's no need to get excited.

Look, I don't wanna hear it.
Just take me to my stuff!

Uh, take her
to her box, Ms. Brown.

Yeah.

Oh, my God! Those people in the
bank scared the shit outta me.

Yeah. But you did it, baby.
You did it.

Hold that.

I don't understand this.

Maybe she gave it to you
as a gift.

No, nothing like that.

It says on it,
"From Mitch to Audrey."

This is solid gold, baby.

There's gotta be more
than just a cigarette case.

I know. But what?

Even if I wanted
to go to the police,

this wouldn't help me.

I am gonna do one thing though.

- What?
- I'm gonna give it back to him.

But on my own terms.

Marshall... Higgins... Mayfield.

Smith, you've had quite a few
names in your day, old buddy.

That second job you did
on the white girl

out at Robinson's beach house
was so messy

you left your prints
all over the place.

Now are we gonna
stay here all night

or are you gonna
give me your statement now

so we can all
get a good night's rest?

Pick up that phone
or I put my foot in your face.

Call your man and tell him
I've got his package.

But if he wants it, he's gonna
have to meet me

on my own ground.

- Who is this?
- Hello, Mitch.

This is Tank.

He says he'll meet you,
but, in his own territory.

You tell him to be at Ferguson's
flat in one hour...

or I'm going to the cops.

He says, to meet him at
Ferguson's flat in one hour...

or he goes to the cops.

Gregg!

Gregg!

Do what I told you to do.
You got one hour.

And Gregg...

I kind of forged things up
for you in LA.

I know what he has.

Well, I shouldn't have
taken on that union job.

I did need the money.

But the scope of it
was too much.

Little ego man at the top of
my brain wouldn't go to sleep.

Why did Audrey turn on me?

Got an hour, Mitch.

No answers for you.

Gentlemen, if you please.

I'm not going to be afraid of
any press of force and finance.

Because they know
I'm going to win this election.

The only thing I fear is
the job that's ahead of me

when I'm coronated
as president

of this great international
union of ours!

I know matter how hard that job
is, it's going to be done!

Do you hear me?

I'm not looking to be the first
black president of our union.

I'm going to be
the first president

that cares about the benefit

of both black and white
and a member's card!

- Oh, yeah.
- He's looking for trouble.

Really?

And I'm going to be
president...

And there was
your almost successful

black union man, gentlemen.

Uh, he'll no longer trouble you.

And there's my faceless, little
weak, desperate man. My loser.

My dispensable fool
without a motive.

Now he too is dead
by the clockwork of my plan.

A perfect execution.
That's what it was.

And I masterminded
and orchestrated it all.

I just wanted to show you
gentlemen exactly

what you have paid for.

- Yes?
- It's me, Mitch.

I forgot my purse.

Sorry, honey.

It's done, Mitch.

Good. Call Jack.

Tell him we'll see this man
tomorrow morning

at Rome's place.

The morning?

We don't have to rush now,
Gregg.

We've got our disc jockey
by the balls.

Hello?

No good, Frankie.
He won't come to you.

- Now listen, you tell him--
- He's got Terry, man.

Don't you hurt that woman.

Don't you put your fuckin' hands
on her.

Don't you touch her!

Believe me, Frankie,
do what he says.

This man is not playin'.

Okay. Where do I meet him?

He'll do it your way, Mitch.

I got it.

Okay, Mitch.

I'm to take you to him
tomorrow morning... early.

You know, Tank...

I'm getting so tired
of your shit.

I may have to kill you yet.

Don't worry, baby.

You're gonna win.

Listen to me.

You're gonna win.

I don't know
where they'll take him.

So I'm gonna have
to play this by ear.

Which means, you'll have
to keep a very close watch

on all our movements.

Don't worry about it.

You just watch yourself.

Good luck.
Power to you, Frankie.

Thanks, Charles.

I'm gonna need it.

Good morning.

You are Frankie Parker,
I'll bet.

This is not the best kind of
meeting for two men to have.

But we do have some
things to talk about.

And you will have
breakfast with me.

Come.

Sit.

You're not gonna join us?

I didn't come here to eat
no breakfast, man.

Where's Terry?

I've heard
you were a direct man.

Cut out the bullshit, man,
and give me my woman!

I'm sorry, Mr. Parker,
you'll have to wait.

OI' Tank wouldn't miss
this meal for nothin'.

And Gregg tells me that Tank
would either eat than fuck.

Mm...

And that's sayin' a whole lot.

Am I right, big boy?

Right, Mitch.

Uh, please, sir...

my friends here
are getting nervous.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Of course, I've never
been able to like this town.

It's too... plastic for me.

So, what do you do?

Get on the phone...

have people killed
from your 30th floor tower

in ol' soulful Chicago.

You're an arrogant bastard,
aren't you?

I'm a man that's scared.

And madder
than your mama's husband.

And if I don't see
my woman soon...

you gonna feel
how mad I really am.

- You have my cigarette case?
- Yes.

Hand it over.

You'll get your woman.

You really think I'm stupid,
don't you?

I don't have it with me.

You have to come and get it.

Not me.
I'll send my men with you.

Where is it?

There you go again...

underestimating my intelligence.

You wait here.

Tank.

Where are they keeping Terry,
Tank?

- Terry.
- Frankie!

Please get me
out of this thing.

Look behind you, Parker.

Terry.

Frankie, please, get me out
of here. Please!

Take her out of there.

No.

She stays there.

But you keep that picture
in your mind of her in there

when you go with my men
to return my property to me.

Okay.

Let's go!

Lieutenant,
this is Smith's statement.

If you ask me,
this is one for the FBI.

Sure all them
motherfuckers are here.

Whoa!

I got it!

He's beginning to get
light-headed.

He needs a little more.
Give it to him.

One more kick.

Watch this.
Now watch this.

No! No, no, no!

'No!'

No!

Frankie, there's a man
with a gun.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh.

Lord.

I'm sorry, Frankie.

I'm sorry.

I wanna see what's in it.

And if you don't show me...

I'm gonna feed you to them
fuckin' snakes out there.

No matter how hard that job is,

it's going to be done.

Do you hear me?

What she didn't know...

was that she recorded
that thing on a dirty tape.

- Now ain't that a bitch.
- Yes.

That's exactly
what it is, mister.

Hai!

Whoa!

Ah!

Hai!

Wake up, Mitch!

Frankie! That's enough!

It's all done, Frankie.

There's no more to do.

Come on. Let's go.

Later, Frankie.

I sure know how to mess
things up, don't I?

I won't argue with you on that.

Yeah, but...

did anybody ever tell you
that you are one mean ass...

beautiful, snake charmer?

Come on, baby.
Let's go on home.

Come on.