Original subtitles

Stop running, you mangy fuck!

Stop running, bitch!

Stop moving, fucker!

[chuckles]

Growl at me now, motherfucker!

So, how are you coping, Susie?

Has there been any development with the case?

It's…..gone cold.

Jesus Christ, Jameson. How hard can this be? We know who they are.

We know they're connected to the murder weapon. What else...

There's no proof!

Then, get a search warrant to go into the INP headquarters.

I guarantee you'll find the proof.

- A judge is not going to service a search warrant on the slim change that we might find the gun there.

It's not going to fly.

Hey, babe, what's wrong?

Where were you?

- I told you. I was watching a movie with Melissa.

Is this what you do on your downtime?

These are dangerous fucking people you're messing with, Susanna. I love you. Please, don't do this.

Susie, I need you to stop doing this P.I. shit and let me do my job.

This is not ok!

I'm tired, Jameson. I'm tired of seating on my hands waiting for something to happen.

It's been six months since my parents...

Alright, I tell you what. Let's go to Michael's Halloween party tomorrow. Go out in the afternoon.

Buy yourself something cute. I'll meet you there as soon as I leave work. We'll dance, get drunk, have some fun.

I'd like that.

you're going to get yourself killed trying to get dirt on this people.

And make no mistake, they WILL kill you in a heartbeat.

I will get them.

Just...give me the time I need to work the case!

Oh, shit!

Get her!

Andrews, get that fucking cunt!

Bitch, stop running!

Somebody please!

Get her out of the fucking car!

Shut the fuck up.

Get the fuck out of the car!

Stupid bitch.

Fucking cunt! I told you not to run.

Extracurricular activities?

Mmm. My, my.

She has enough here to fry us all, man!

Well, my, my, my...huh, look what we have here.

Yummy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, just like a blowup doll, bitch. Take it.

You know something? I always wanted to fuck a pussycat.

I don't feel comfortable in this, Mel.

Oh, it's so warm. Your pussy is so sweet! Oh, Yeah!

Do you know what curiosity did to the pussycat, bitch? Let me show you!

So, then what happened?

I went looking for her.

Bitch!

Pussy-ass bitch!

Damn, motherfucker! Look at you now, cuz. What you snooping around for, bitch?!

I thought they were going to shoot me...

Bitch-ass motherfucka!

...like a dog. Right there in the middle of the street.

That was stupid, John.These people are cold blooded killers. Every last one of them.

I'll talk to the chief about getting us a search warrant. I want you to go home and wait for Susie.

Keep your cell phone with you at all times. I'm going to call later and ask for some information you might have.

Yo, hurry your ass up, man!

Come here, baby. We've got some work to do.

[heavy metal music plays from car stereo]

Fuck!

That lying fuck is taking a shit, man!

Fuck.

You wipe your ass?

Oooh.

How adorable.

Oh, sh....shit!

Fuck me!

Do you have some tuna?

Oh, aren't you a doll.

So, how about that tuna?

I'll find it for you.

You mind?

No. Hit it like you mean it though.

Found it.

Here. Get a hit of that.

My turn?

[choking]

Let me join you. That way, we can both get a little cyanide dose.

Oh, I like the way you move.

I like your style.

Done with your little dance of death?

Looks like it.

Thanks for the bump, honey.

Hey, dingleberry, time to pay the piper.

Bye.

Hey, Sugar Puff, mind if we come in?

Davis!?

Jameson, is that you?

None other.

Well, by all means. The law is always welcome in my humble crib.

How can I help you?

[papers rustle]

Sounds like a hot date, detective. It's a shame I haven't met her.

How about Gordon and Fraser. Seen them lately?

No. Can't say that I have.

I only ask because they found Fraser hacked into itti-bitty pieces with an ax...

...and as for your boy Gordon: someone wanted Gordon dead so badly they strangled him with a shoe lace

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

No. It's the first time I hear of it.

Excuse me.

Yo. Take it easy dog.

Don't fucking touch me, James! You weren't there. You didn't see what I saw!

How?

How?!

Trent got poisoned. Dani got stuck while dropping a duce. Keith got a Kodak smile.

FUCK!

Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck. We've gotta handle this shit.

More bad news?

I take it your guys found my cleaning service to be more than satisfactory.

Now, get your pigs and get the fuck out of my house.

They knew we were coming.

John. It's Jameson. Where are you?

At home. Like you told me to.

You sure about that?

So, are we at war?

Nah. This is different.

What the hell kind of hits are these. Fucking ax? Shoe strings?

It's the boyfriend.

That pussy? Fuck that. You should've seen his face last night.

It's a crime of passion. It's him.

He knows the cops don't have anything on us, so he's taking matters into his own hands.

Take two of your men, go to his place and turn him into a magic trick.

Tie a fucking radiator to his neck and throw him in the motherfucking bay if you have to. Go!

James, I want you two to go to Kevin's place. Make sure that shit-head doesn't have that bitch tied up in his apartment or something.

I've been calling him all morning and he's not answering. So, something's up. Alright? Go!

Got it.

And Martin: Dude, take the night off. Alright? Go.

That's it?

- Yeah. Make a right at the corner. Scout the block.

I knew it. These shit-heads are so predictable.

Look at this fucking place. Let's go.

What a fucking dump.

Yo, Kevin, it's James. Open up.

Shit!

Go around the back.

Hey, I found Kevin!

Got 'em. Control this is unit 208. I've got a hit about to go down at 2215 nw 10 st. Requesting police back up. Over.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck

Where the fuck are you going?!

Miami PD, freeze!

Running! Really?!

I said: Freeze, motherfucker!

Oh, god. Shit!

[Tyrel groans in pain]

Shit!

Die, motherfucker!

Fuck!

Aaah!

Fucking cockroach!

Motherfucker!

That's for the aggravation and this is for sticking your pig nose in my honeypot.

Don't!

Susie?!

I thought you were...

Dead?

No. Taking a leave of absence, temporarily out of my mind, not dead.

Aaah, Jesus Christ!

Tell me, Jameson, how much have you done for my parents?

All that I could.

You sure? Seems like I've done more in the last twenty four hours than you have in the past two months.

Oh, god. Look, I did everything that I could within the limits of the law.

Within the limits of the law, huh?

What happened to you?

Nothing happened to me, hon. I've been...enjoying myself.

How...How exactly have you been enjoying yourself?

Your husband's sick with worry.

You're killing the mood, Jameson.

this...what you're doing. Is not going to solve anything.

You can kill them all tonight. Tomorrow someone else is going to be there to take their place.

Yeah, but it won't be them.

This is wrong.

You're missing the point, sweetie. It's not about right or wrong. It's about my pleasure.

It's all about my pleasure.

And stop calling me Susie. My name is Pussy.

Pussy?

You got a last name to go with that?

Of course.

And then when I turned around, she was gone.

So, she took your gun.

Yeah.

Is that all?

I met Susie countless times over the past two months but the girl from tonight was...

...a completely different person.

Are you suggesting the suspect might have multiple personality syndrome, detective?

Maybe.

I just want it noted that she wasn't herself tonight.

Maybe she's suffering from some kind of schizophrenic breakdown.

10-4.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

I need to talk with you inside.

Hey...

The girl, she was there. She killed Rick. Almost got me too. The fucking bitch is possessed or something.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Back it up. What girl? What are you talking about?

The girl. The chick. She...

We killed that bitch.

I swear on my life. She was there.

Last time I saw her she was...

We raped that bitch half to death, man. She's fucking gone!

Talk to me.

An avalanche of bacon just came through the front door. Said they're looking for a guy named Tyrel.

What do you want me to do?

Let 'em look. They're not going to find that motherfucker.

Kevin's fucking dead.

What?!

His face was beat into a pulp. He had a god damn kitchen knife sticking out of his right eye, man.

Don't fuck with me!

I shit you not.

And the girl?

See?! I told you she's alive!

Someone shut him up!

No, wait! No one saw...

Come here, man.

Yeah, that's not what I heard.

He's pissing all over the floor, man.

Oh! My fucking snickers, man!

What are you doing?

Calling in a favor.

This is bad, Davis. What if she calls the cops.

She would've done it by now. And definetly not now. After killing 8 of our guys?

Who the fuck is this girl?

Psss...

Watch yourself!

Cut your flow?

Susie's Alive.

Oh, thank god.

I saw her tonight. That's the good news.

The bad news is: she's responsible for the two dead bodies we're hauling to the morgue right now.

There's a good probability she also killed another six members of the Davis's gang earlier tonight.

Wait. Are we talking about Susie?

Yeah, Susie. Only, she's not calling herself Susie anymore.

I'm afraid I don't follow, detective.

Susie might be having a schizophrenic breakdown. She's extremely dangerous right now.

I don't believe it.

An undercover unit will be parked outside for your protection.

Susie wouldn't hurt me!

Don't be so sure. For a moment there tonight I thought she was going to blow my head off.

Wait, I don't understand. Why can't you run a check on her cards!? We would find her that way.

I don't have access to that information unless it is provided by a third party or family member.

Yeah, well, I don't have access to that either!

Then, we're fucked.

Sergeant, there's a 99 on the radio. We have to go.

Join us.

You're so pretty, Gaby.

Even your name is pretty.

Isn't she pretty?

A pretty name for a pretty girl.

What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?

You shouldn't be here.

I passed around the donation plate for you today.

Leave and don't you ever come back...

...because if you do, I will kill you.

And I don't want to do that.

You're so pretty.

As for you, Aki!

These are your donations.

If I ever see you again, I'm gonna scratch your fucking eyes out.

because this dumb bitch couldn't find her ass with two hands and a wall-sized mirror but you...

...you knew about everything that was happening in this place.

You're lucky I don't fucking carve your heart out right where you sit.

[car parks outside] Don't you ever come back, Aki.

This is your only chance, bitch.

Martin, can you hear me?! Listen: watch your six, dog.

There's a crazy bitch out there that's already killed nine of our guys.

You must be talking about me. Make that ten, honey bun. I'm afraid Martin's not with us anymore.

You. You fucking bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you!

You know what? Wait, wait until I get my hands around your skinny fucking chicken neck...

...I'm going to squeeze till your fucking eyes pop out of your skull.

I know...I know...put the big dog on the phone.

Bitch!

Activate the GPS on Martin's phone.

Who's this?

You know damn well who this is.

You've given me a hell of a run today, Susie.

And wait until you see what I have in store for you, pumpkin.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

A thirteen inch silicon dick I'm going to fuck you with. Satisfaction guaranteed, shit-head.

Then, I think I'll turn the pictures over to the police so they can further fuck you over for me.

Exactly what pictures are we talking about, sweetheart?

The ones you thought you burned, you moronic imbecile.

The memory card was full. I had to record the pictures on the camera's drive.

300 South Biscayne. James is on his way. We're trying to reach Leroy. He was there.

Keep trying.

Why don't you come and see me?

Enticing over, love-bug, but I think I'll pass.

Are you sure you don't want to come and see me?

Because if you don't...

...I'm going to promise you'll live long enough to watch me turn your boyfriend's head into a center piece.

Oh, go ahead. He doesn't really mean that much to me anyway.

Shit.

Well, it's been fun and all, but I really should get going.

I have a hot date in the trunk of my car and a full night to look forward to.

Oh, and thanks for passing the word around. It does wonders for my reputation.

Fuck!

I think we have a bigger problem than we anticipated.

Oh. Martin!

I'm going to kill her!

Now, that's hot!

I don't feel comfortable in this, Mel.

What?! Maybe that's because you've been married more years than I have toes on my feet...

...and that's kind of turned you into an old, frigid housewife.

Geez, thank you.

No, but seriously, have you looked at yourself?

Look at your butt!

That's an 'A' plus, sweetie.

Hey, stop that!

My, my, my, look at this.

I want to keep her a little longer.

Make sure you get rid of her by sunrise.

Scrap this too.

We could use the credit cards.

Nah. It's too risky. Just get rid of it.

What's so funny, pussycat?

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill all of you.

I'm going to decorate my house with your body parts.

Bitch, you're never going home!

You're wrong.

[sound of rain]

Ah. Looky, looky! Hello, mami! Look at my pretty pussy!

Fuckers.

Oh, you motherfuckers.

[Susie hits the floor]

What's happening to me?!

It's alright. You're ok.

Oh, no.

What's going on?

Get on the ground! Now!

What's happening?

Just do what he says.

You too, pretty boy.

Great.

Alright. Now, hands behind your backs.

Both of you!

[groans in pain]

Hey, man, take it easy!

Is this really necessary?!

Hey, what are you...?

Now, that that's settled...

...let's just wait for the calvary to get in.

What do we have here?

Hey, pussycat, you must be into bondage fetish in a big way, huh?

Alright, gentlemen, we don't have too much time here so let's get going.

Get them to the warehouse. Dauphin should be there already.

And do not touch anything!

Get him in the car!

Drive!

So, you want to tell me where the pictures are?

Let me husband go. He has nothing to do with this.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, but that's not possible.

But if you tell me where the pictures are I might hold off on some of the promises Davis made to you yesterday.

I don't know what happened yesterday. I have no recollection of the last 24 hrs.

That's a good story. That's a great story, isn't Ray?

That's a funny story.

If you don't tell me where the pictures are, I'm still going to torture you.

Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.

You remember how much fun we had last time, right?

It's going to be a cakewalk compared to what I'm going to do to you.

I swear I don't have any pictures.

Where's the camera!

I don't...

It might be...

There's a motel on Biscayne and sixteenth avenue.

Go on.

The Shady Lady. It might be there.

I got the key...

Mmm...now we're getting somewhere.

Go check out the motel room after you bring her in, alright?

That's it, motherfucker!

Last chance to talk before I come back with a fucking hammer!

Hit him one more time.

Isn't this a pretty sight?

Yeah. It might be pretty, but we're not getting anywhere.

Say it ain't so.

Hey, homeboy, if I bring your wife in here you will wish to hell you would've told me something.

I...I don't...I don't...

Oh, I see. You need an incentive.

Bring her in.

Let's get you ready for the ball.

There. Now you get to see the four of us run a train on your wife.

Man, you better talk to that pasty motherfucker. I've got to go check the motel.

What the fuck are you doing?

This bitch just offed 11 of our guys. Do you want to be number 12, huh? GET THE FUCK OFF HER!

Man, what a fucking day!

Jesus Christ! Is anybody NOT trying to fuck this pussy?

Go check it out.

[Susie] Come on, come on.

Put it down! PUT IT DOWN! PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW!

What the fuck is going on back there?!

How did you get loose, pussycat?

Let him go.

I don't think so, honey.

Cut him loose. I swear I'm going to blow his head off!

Go ahead.

I'll do it. Don't you tempt me.

I've got a better deal for you.

How about you let my boy go and your boyfriend can limp out of here with his life.

You better hurry or your boyfriend is gonna have to drag himself out of here instead.

Please, just let him go!

I swear we'll just walk away.

Wrong answer!

No!

Get on the ground now!

I said: Get on the ground!

Shoot him!

Come on, Susie. You're not going to kill us in cold blood, are you?

Shoot him!

Stop moving.

Shoot him!

I just want to put this mess behind us. Get out of here.

I said: stop moving! Please, just...

Shoot him!

You'll never have to see me again.

Please...stop....

[Suspense music escalates]

Excuse me.

S...s....Susie?

I'm afraid not.

My name is Pussycat.

Pussycat?

That's right.

Where's Susie?

Take off your shirt.

Lift your leg.

This is going to hurt.

W...w...what are you going to do now?

I'm going to finish this.

They were inquiring about some incriminating photographs you had.

Why not turn them over to the police? Let them handle it?

This is Jameson. Call him as soon as I leave.

Pussy.

The pictures were in the memory card they burned. I never had them.

I just told them I did to make them sweat.

Obviously, I wasn't expecting for things to turn out this way.

I'd like to see Susie again.

I'll try to have her back in one piece.

Give me a second, sweetie.

I gotta take this.

Is it done?

Not quite.

And I'm getting tired of killing all of your guys, so step outside.

I'm waiting for you with the 13-inch dick I promised you.

You ain't got the cheese, sweetheart!

Really?

I'll be damned.

I'm going to eat your heart...

...and shit out your fucking soul!

Good.

Then, come get me, motherfucker.

Get her!

Call the EMT.

Jesus Christ! What the hell happened here?

You almost got us killed.

I left you in police custody.

Exactly.

[panting]

Fuck.

Look, he'll be fucked for the rest of his life, alright? Jail is hell for a cop.

But right now I need you to tell me where Susie is headed.

She's going to get herself killed if I don't bring her in, John.

She said she had some unfinished business to take care of.

Fuck, man.

This bitch is going to take us out one by one.

Man the fuck up, James.

We're bagging this pussycat today.

What are you doing here?!

Get down on the ground!

Fuck you!

Where are they?

I don't know.

Where the fuck are they?!

Across the street! They ran across the street! Shit!

Were you looking for me?

Surprise, dickhead!

Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Don't do it!

Help me.

Shut up.

It's not worth it.

One more, one less - what does it matter at this point?

I can't let you do it.

Yeah? How are you going to stop me? Are you going to shoot me over this piece of shit?

Are you going to shoot Susie?

Shoot her!

Shut the fuck up!

I'm not going to shoot you.

Shoot her!

No.

I'm not.

Oh, fuck.

Don't do this.

For Susie's sake.

For yours.

Please.

I think we'll be fine.

No!

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I couldn't let you take this one from me.

I really wish we'd had more time.

I just want you to know that I'm doing this purely for my pleasure.

FUCK YOU, BITCH!

Wrong species, asshole.

Hey, Susie...

...I just want to begin by apologizing for all of the shit that you're gonna have to endure on my account.

The therapy sessions...the pills...the shrinks.

Also, I want to apologize for all that you've been through.

Had I known it was you waking up instead of me, I would've found a way to keep you out of harms way.

You and John.

Well, it's been fun but I guess I'm out of here.

I took a couple of these just now.

Don't really want to be awake when men in white coats come get us.

Oh, tell Jameson I'm really sorry for shooting him.

And Susie...

...be good.