All language subtitles for کوسه ماشینی

This is a shithole, Murray.

Well, I just wanted
to make you feel at home.

I'm freezing out here.

Look at you.
Where did you get those clothes?

I rolled a white guy.

Now, let me see the scag, man.

Don't try to talk like a nigger.
You sound stupid.

Now, will you just back off?

Uh, first a peek?

Diamondback. Very pretty.

It bites too.

Ooh, ain't we mean?

You should get a grown-up gun
like mine, Anxious.

That is if you can carry the weight.

No, not over there.
Move to your right a little bit.

Now, just look down and pull the plug.

SHARKY:
How many times can you step on it?

Oh, you can hit this hard. Eight times.

SHARKY:
Bullshit.

Don't get nervous.
Just somebody turning around.

Damn sure better be.

Come on, damn it!

Goddamn it, don't!
The man's just turning around.

If that son of a bitch comes up that alley,
I'll blow your brains out!

I'll handle it!

Hey, Sharky! You all right?

It's me, Smiley.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUN CLATTERS]

[GUNSHOTS]

SHARKY:
Ah, what a dumb son of a bitch!

I'm all right.

Nice going, asshole.
Tell Joe-Joe to block the alley.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Goddamn it! Get him! Fan out!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

COP: You all right?
JOE: Yeah.

COP:
Who the hell is that guy?

JOE: I don't know. That frigging animal
must have had a cannon!

Let me go!

[CAR HORN HONKS]

What the fuck happened?

-I didn't signal! You didn't--
-Shut up, Joe-Joe!

You want a SWAT team?

-Mitchell to Pryor. Seal it off.
-Twenty-eight to Station 1.

SHARKY: Two minutes! I want two minutes.
COP: Officers need help!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

-Aah!
-Let me go!

-Help me!
-Open this goddamn door...

...or I'll blow her head off!
Open it!

Help me!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

MURRAY:
Drive, or I'll blow your goddamn brains out!

-Somebody help me!
-Shut up, bitch!

WOMAN:
Please, somebody help me!

MAN: Hey, man, give us a break!
-Cut that shit out!

WOMAN:
Let go of me! Please let go of me!

-Aah!
-Get up, goddamn it! Get up!

-Hey, brother, look, man--
-I ain't your goddamn brother!

Hey, I'm cool! I'm cool!

[ALL SCREAMING]

MAN: Hold your fire.
-Hold it, hold it.

[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]

[PASSENGERS YELLING]

[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]

WOMAN:
No, please! Please! Mister, don't shoot!

He'll kill me and my baby! Please!

-Oh, God!
-Nobody's dead yet!

Let her down!

MURRAY: You ain't gonna shoot
when I got this pregnant bitch in front of me!

Back off, or all these chumps
on this bus are dead!

[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]

-Aah!
-I'm shot! My God, I'm shot! I'm shot!

Aah!

-Is that the junkman?
-Yeah.

Is he dead?

Why don't you shake him
and see if he comes around?

So a civilian got shot.
That's no reason to transfer you.

Especially to that hole.

And Smiley, that schmuck.
He came in from nowhere.

-You wanna know what I think?
-No.

I think it's shit.
That's what I think, shit.

It's a waste. You, busting hookers,
perverts and flashers? Jesus Christ.

I mean, that's really sick, Sharky.

Thanks for making me feel better.

-They got all losers down there.
-Thanks.

You know what I mean.

Listen, take your citations, for chrissake.
You earned them. You know?

What are you taking that piece of shit for?
Buy yourself a new lamp.

Can I help you carry anything, huh?
Heh-heh.

I don't think you're gonna need the vest.

The last casualty they had in Vice
was a suicide. Ha-ha-ha.

You know what I mean?

I don't understand you. You take a stupid cup,
you got citations up the kazoo, and you walk--

Sharky, wait. Um, I'm really sorry.
What can I do?

-Have a heart attack.
JOE: Yeah.

Have two, Smiley.

You bimbo.

Asshole.

You told him, Shark.

-You want to know what I think?
SHARKY: No.

JOE: I've been in this force for 12 years,
and you are the best partner I've ever had.

And that's no shit.

I mean, you're a little crazy...

...but I like you...

...and, uh, I'm never gonna forget you.

I'm never gonna forget you, Joe-Joe.

JOE:
Thanks. I appreciate that. I really do.

I mean, four and a half years
together, right?

SHARKY:
Mm.

JOE: Shark.
-Hm?

This is as far as I go.

I mean, people go further.

Sometimes you never see them again.
You know what I mean?

Yeah.

See you around, Shark.

See you around, Joe-Joe.

What a putz.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

FRISCOE:
I told you I'm looking.

Hey, Sharky!

MAN: So I had an erection.
ARCH: Six times in a row.

MAN:
I always get erections when I'm there.

When I was a kid,
I got erections when I was there.

I know you love Jackie.

Jackie won't eat unless you feed him.

ARCH: You can't go pulling your dick out
in the park every Monday.

MAN:
Monday is my day off.

You gotta work on yourself, a hobby.
You know what I mean?

MAN: Well, uh, there's a tank full of fish
at home, but that's not nearly as exciting.

Hey.

Sharky.

SHARKY:
Hello, Friscoe.

-It's been a while. Eight, nine years?
-Nine years.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Welcome to the snake pit.

SHARKY:
When we used to flush the toilets upstairs...

...always wondered where it came to.

[LAUGHS]

-Still got that sense of humor.
-Mm.

I hope it stays with you.

That's your place, right over there.

Right by the cage.

Right.

You can get it organized later.

MAN:
Six, eight times?

It's been six weeks in a row.

No, it could not have been six weeks in a row.
Maybe six times, but not in a row.

Get rid of him. I'm getting an earache
from listening to this.

Hey, Ron. Upstairs, book him.

Go on. Go on.

You organized that real fast.

[WOMAN AND PAPA LAUGHING]

I didn't say that.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Papa, what, are you on a date?

She's a hooker!
Book her or get rid of her!

Oh, Friscoe.

FRISCOE: For chrissake, you'd think
we were having a social event here.

-It's 4:30.
-For the doggy.

Sergeant.

You had a good machine going upstairs
till Smiley screwed it up.

If you cut off his head,
he wouldn't be any dumber.

Down here it's different.

Mostly misdemeanors.
Hookers, panderers.

What the hell
are you doing down here, Friscoe?

[SIGHS]

How many years you got in?

-Fourteen.
FRISCOE: I got 18 in.

Two more to go.
So I don't growl too loud anymore.

What about Driskel or Rendor?

Arch is the best street cop in the house.
He won't take shit.

That's why he's here. Papa too.

He's been shot three times.
Doesn't even remember where the scars are...

...but he'll barehand a locomotive.
They're top men.

They used to be.

I've got news for you.

Upstairs, you had a big reputation
for being a badass.

You got your pusher,
but you got a civilian shot doing it.

Down here, you don't make waves.
This place is a cesspool.

And if you make waves, I get a mouthful.

SHARKY:
Papa. Sharky.

Hi. Arch.

SHARKY:
What's on for tonight?

Hotchkins is running for governor.
He don't want anybody peddling ass...

...while he's making his speech
in the square tonight.

We gotta keep the city pure,
right, Arch?

ARCH: Sure, Papa.
-Like missionaries. Arch.

Oh. We gotta make sure the cab drivers
wear their hats at all times.

You're shitting me.

City law, sergeant. No shit.

Cab drivers gotta look nice.

Pretty exciting work.

You got the rank, sergeant.

-You want to skip it?
-Hey, that's it. Let's go eat. You like ribs?

-He don't like ribs. There's a place here--
FRISCOE: Move it.

Show super-cop what it's all about.
He'll love it.

Let's eat Japanese.

Arch, move it!

ARCH:
I'm moving it, lieutenant.

Don't have me tell you again!

[GASPS]

MAN:
Hello, my sweet, blind angel.

[MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]

[MARCHING BAND MUSIC PLAYS]

My friends, when you stand
in that election booth on election day...

...and mark that X in that square
next to my name...

...you are saying yes
to good government.

[CROWD CHEERING]

When you say yes
to Donald Hotchkins...

...you are saying yes
to good government! Say yes!

Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!

ALL [CHANTING]:
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[LAUGHS]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Unit 12 reports two victims in the shooting.

Female, Oriental, 20, alleged prostitute...

...and Detective Tad Roper,
Central Intelligence.

All involved units, switch to Tech 20.

ARCH:
Scuttle was, he was on to something.

PAPA:
We're babysitting a politician.

[HOTCHKINS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Bullshit!

ARCH:
Don't let him get you down, Papa.

PAPA: I just want to know
who shellacs his frigging hair.

HOTCHKINS:
Yes, this city has problems.

-Bullshit.
HOTCHKINS: Yes, this state has problems.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

What the hell are we doing here?

Hello, sergeant.

Well, we're here
to arrest certain individuals...

...that might be offering to perform
sexual acts for money.

-That's what we do.
ARCH: Hey, Papa.

-I see Mabel's working.
PAPA: Where?

ARCH: Right over there.
PAPA: Ha!

Ah, Mabel.

See? The one in the tiger skin.

Oh, Mabel.

Well....

Go out there and get her, Sharky.

Heh-heh. She knows us. Go ahead.

PAPA:
Oh, she'll love you.

You're cute.

[HOTCHKINS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[CROWD CHEERS]

Fifty bucks!

Listen, I'm a trained professional.
I demand a decent wage.

Honey, I wouldn't give you
50 bucks to do anything.

SHARKY: I would.
-Hey, she's yours.

Sold to the man with the smiling eyes.

Sharky.

Narcotics-- Uh, Vice.

You fucking low-life creep.

Mm-hm.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

-What happened to the smiling eyes?
-May you go blind.

And may your prick wither and fall off,
you Nazi bastard.

PAPA:
What's your first name? Ahem.

WOMAN 1: Rachel.
-Rachel.... What?

Um, you just better go ahead
and make it Ralph.

-Rachel Ralph?
-Just Ralph.

However, I'll tell you something....

[PHONE RINGS]

-Just give me your name.
WOMAN 2: Trixie Devine.

-Can you spell it?
-Trixie? As in ''tricks''?

MABEL: You want us on the corner,
or in the unemployment line?

I'm new here. It's my first night.
Give me a break.

On the corner,
we cost the taxpayers nothing.

Attitude. Lay it on him, baby.

A lot of pleasure
for a little bit of hard-earned coin.

Jackson, want to put the lady
in the cage, please?

Why? Why this political,
sexist persecution?

-Prosecution.
MABEL: Why?

Get your hands off of her, shit-for-brains.

-Get your hands off of her, man.
-Where's he going?

He's going free, right?

Why?
Because he's protected by the man!

He's the man's favorite pimp!

He's safe.

With his thousand-a-night,
thoroughbred imported--

No. My God.

He'll kill me. Aah.

Percy.

Percy.

I'm sorry.

-Aah!
OFFICER: Hey.

MABEL:
I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.

Oh, God. I swear I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

SHARKY: Who was that guy?
-Percy Sinclair. He's a big-time pimp.

If Mabel ever made a thousand dollars
in one night, it'd break her back.

You better know it.

SHARKY: She said ''the man.'' What man?
ARCH: I don't know.

Sinclair left his money here.

-He left his address book too.
-No shit, Sherlock.

-He's got names here.
-I copied them down.

-You did what?
-I copied them down.

-You copied them down? For what?
-Yeah.

A thousand-dollar-a-night hooker
will never see the inside of this place.

But I do happen to have here,
in my trusty pocket, the list.

SHARKY:
Hm.

-Sharky.
-Yeah?

His lawyer's gonna be here
in a minute.

Something strange here. Look.
Every name has seven letters.

SHARKY: Yeah.
ARCH: Isn't that weird?

-Maybe not.
-What do you think that means?

That's not your money.

-I know it's not mine.
-Put it back in the bag.

Look at this.
Will you take a look at that?

Uh, listen, if you don't let me go pee,
I'll have to do it here.

And this place looks like a shithole...

...so I guess it wouldn't matter anyway.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

SHARKY: A is, uh...?
ARCH: You got two, Shark.

SHARKY: D is...?
ARCH: Three.

-Sinclair's coming, so hurry.
ARCH: R, you got seven.

I is what?

I is a four.
What you doing here?

SHARKY: Just bear with me. A is two, right?
ARCH: Uh-huh.

I can't believe he's got $700.
I got $11 in my pocket.

SHARKY:
A is two.

-N is six and A is two.
-Now what do you got?

What we have here is phone numbers.

ARCH:
Could be.

-Could be. So what?
ARCH: We got phone numbers, Papa.

-Look at that. He's got $700.
-So this is not Sinclair's.

Lieutenant Friscoe,
I would like to officially request....

-Seven.
-Seven wiretaps.

He ought to have seven.

Seven hundred dollars.
I can't believe this.

I got $11 in my pocket.

Homicide wants to know
where we got this one, uh, this, uh....

Siakwan.

It's that Chink hooker
that got blown away with Tad Roper.

Somebody ought to call the cops.

-What'd you tell Homicide?
-I told them to eat shit.

ALL:
Yeah, yeah.

The department allowed
all of the taps on all but one.

ARCH: Yeah, which one?
-Number 2, Dominoe.

Why?

It's protected.
Means another section is on top of it.

SHARKY:
What section?

FRISCOE: I don't know. You got five taps.
You'll be getting tapes tomorrow.

SHARKY:
I need six.

Sharky, we can't get that one.

-I can get that one.
-Bullshit. How?

SHARKY:
This friend is buried over in Personnel.

He's a top wireman.
He'll do it as a favor to me.

ARCH: Favor, my ass, Sharky.
PAPA: Nobody does Vice any favors.

I'm telling you,
he'll do it as a favor to me.

Piss off, Sharky.

You're an ungrateful son of a bitch.

Hey, hey, hey!

This is my house.
Don't you talk to me that way!

I'll tear you apart right now.
Right here!

I'll kick the shit out of you!

I'll knock you to your knees!

WOMAN:
Hey.

I'm trying to put Lisa to bed.

So no more playing high school,
okay, tough guys?

You see?

[CHUCKLES]

You want to kiss Daddy?

NOSH:
Come on.

Good night, Daddy.

NOSH:
Oh, what a big girl.

-Say good night to what's-his-name.
-Good night, Sharky.

Good night, Lisa.

What? From over there?

What are you afraid of?

Come on, she wants to kiss you.
Sharky. Come over here.

We hug in this family.

[SHARKY CHUCKLES]

-Good night, Lisa.
LISA: Good night, Sharky.

Heh-heh.
You were talking when you were kissing.

NOSH: Heh-heh.
-Give me another kiss.

[SHARKY CHUCKLES]

Do you believe she came out
of something like me?

SHARKY:
No, I think you better check the mailman.

You ought to have one of those.
They keep you sane.

-Like you?
-Like me. I got a family and a house.

I got a nice workshop here.
I make all the payments.

And what do you do?
You run around the street like a kid.

I'm grown up now.

You know. What, I'm supposed to go
and do that with you? Mm-mm. Sheesh.

Oh.

What do you want me to do?

WOMAN 1 [ON TAPE]:
Just a shirt, that's all I'm wearing.

[FRISCOE LAUGHING]

-She sounds terrific. She must look good.
WOMAN 1: I'm unbuttoning the shirt now.

FRISCOE:
I'll bet she looks terrific. Oh, God.

WOMAN 1:
My nipples are hard.

FRISCOE:
Oh, hard nipples. Oh.

MAN 1 [ON TAPE]:
What color is the shirt?

What the hell difference
does it make what color?

FRISCOE:
Goddamn it. This is good stuff.

Oh, God, she's driving me crazy.

WOMAN 1:
I'm spreading it open.

Spreading what open?

MAN 1: Would you touch yourself?
WOMAN 1: Of course. Where?

[TAPE WARBLES]

FRISCOE:
Oh, you dumb son of a bitch.

Oh. Uh, oh.

-Got anything else?
-That's the wrong tape.

Uh, Shark, this is it.

Listen to the voice on this.

-I love that girl's voice.
WOMAN 2 [ON TAPE]: Don! You shouldn't have.

The guy's voice. Listen to the guy's voice.

FRISCOE:
I'm listening, but that's a girl's voice.

Here it comes.

MAN 2 [ON TAPE]:
This will look great on that body.

Anybody?

WOMAN 2:
Just two arms, two legs...

-...two tits.
-This is boring shit.

MAN 2:
God, I love that body.

FRISCOE:
I don't recognize that voice.

MAN 2: After the election,
it'll be a different world for us.

-Hotchkins!
-Ta-da!

Goddamn Hotchkins!
The fucking candidate for governor, huh?

Got a wife and five kids,
and we got him by the jewels, huh?

We got headlines. That's all we got,
some headlines.

Right. Another politician screwing around.

They see that on television
every afternoon.

-Not that I watch that shit.
-Seven ladies.

One's got her hooks into Hotchkins
and that's the one we can't touch.

Doesn't that tell you anything?

Oh, come on, Sharky.

Jesus, you got wires into the department?
Come on, Sharky.

ARCH: Maybe it's Hotchkins.
FRISCOE: Huh?

Hotchkins.

Well?

What do you want now?

-I want to watch her. Around the clock.
-Who?

-What's her name, Nosh?
-Uh, Dominoe, with an ''E.''

Dominoe.

Do you know how many man-hours
that would take?

Just me. Twenty-four hours.

You?

You?

You!

You see, that's the trouble.
Who else gives a damn?

Who else gives a--? Ah.

Who else gives a damn?

You see, he's got a one-man show here.

We gotta follow his routines. Huh?

Change our routines.

You know, dance to your tune.

-If I take this through the department--
-You do that, you blow it.

-What?
-We blow it.

ARCH:
We don't want to blow it.

-We?
-This is our case, Friscoe.

FRISCOE:
Oh, no. No, no, it's not my case.

PAPA:
Don't give it to anybody else, Friscoe.

So who wires the place?

SHARKY [SOFTLY]:
He does.

I didn't hear that. What?

[LOUDER]
He does.

[HUMMING]

Are you crazy?

He's dumb.

[CHUCKLING]

CHORUS [SINGING OVER SPEAKERS]:
Now, you go through St. Louis

Joplin, Missouri

Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty

You'll see Amarillo

-Let's see. Hello there.
-Hello.

We got one on the chair.

The dresser,
which will pick up the john.

This one here.

Give this a little test. Hello?

Zebra 1 to Zebra 2. Zebra 1 to Zebra 2.
Come in, Zebra 2. Come in.

ARCH [OVER RADIO]: Nosh, you want to cut
that Zebra crap? I read you. Over.

-I think he reads you. Ha-ha.
-Let's check the ones in the other room.

-Wanna get your shoes, Sherlock?
-Thank you very much.

[WHISTLING]

Your kicks on Route 66

[NOSH HUMMING
AND SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

PAPA [OVER RADIO]: Sharky, Papa.
She's walking in the building.

-She's what?
PAPA: Walking in the building.

What happened to ''she's coming down
the street, getting in the driveway''?

You know you got a big
communication problem here, Sharky.

I didn't hear one 10-4 in all that time.

These guys don't know diddly-shit
about electronic communication!

-I won't do you any more favors!
-Damn you, Nosh, you take forever.

[NOSH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

-She's on her way up. Start working.
-What are we working on?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[WHISTLING ''ROUTE 66'']

DOMINOE [ON TAPE]: Tiffany, do you
always have to leave the door open?

-Were you born in a barn, hm?
-Shh.

-Who is that?
DOMINOE: Close the door.

Tiffany.

-Tiffany.
DOMINOE: Close the door.

You know, we got some really good stuff
on the Tiffany tapes.

-Yeah, we got a congressman.
-Can we kill the golden oldies?

NOSH:
What a pair of tits.

Lungs.

Tits, lungs.
No wonder we get a congressman.

From the great state of mammary.

[DOMINOE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

A thousand bucks a night? Is that
what they get, a thousand bucks a night?

That's right.

NOSH: I think that's ridiculous.
I never paid for it in my life.

Except that, ah, time when I was
in the service over in Japan.

I mean, it was lonely.
Everybody was lonely over there.

We were there for a long time.
I don't know what I paid though.

It was yen. Japanese money.
I used to pile it up and sleep on it.

I either paid a buck 35...

-...or $1300. I still haven't figured it out.
-Heh.

DOMINOE: I have a plan.
NOSH: She was nice to me though.

See, this Tiffany now.
You know what I mean?

She's got a little meat on her.
She's a zaftig.

Not like the other one, Dominoe.

She's too skinny.
What do you think, Shark?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

I got it. You remember in the 10th grade,
there was this, uh...

...Rosalee D'Amato, Italian girl?

She was built like this.
Same kind of boobs.

Rosalee D'Amato.

Jeez, I loved her.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

I never screwed her though.

Did you?
I mean, you can tell me now.

A lot of time has gone by.
What am I gonna do?

You know, I'm not gonna get
mad at you, hit you.

Did you?

-Yeah.
-Oh, shit! Shit, shit!

I knew you did! I knew it!
Jesus, you were always doing that!

DOMINOE:
We are getting out.

TIFFANY:
Uh, and then how will we live?

Well, we never settled
on the dancing school...

...heh-heh-heh,
or the boutique or the farm.

-I'll take the farm.
TIFFANY: Dominoe's Dairy Farm.

The boutique.

SHARKY: You would take the boutique.
-Why me?

Jewish guys would never take the farm.

You didn't see Fiddler on the Roof?
Nothing but farmers.

DOMINOE: Come on. I hate the things
he makes us do too, but we've got to go.

-I'm not up to it.
DOMINOE: We have to.

Tiffany, move your ass.

SHARKY: ''The things he makes us do.''
-This could be something, huh?

Yeah, I'll take it.

-What, you gonna leave me here alone?
-That's right.

Well, that's terrific. That's terrific.

I'll be staring at space
and listening to surface noises.

[FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

MAN:
--two, three and 4.

One, two, three and 4.
Come on.

Come on, girls.

You're supposed to be ladies.
Move!

Elegance.

And three, four. And one.

That's good.

Now, let's see it go back.

[MOUTHING]
Two, three, four.

-One, two, three, four.
MAN: For crying out loud.

Back. Your head back.
Back. All the way back.

One, two, three, four.

MAN: Have you broken your neck, darling?
Move your head back.

--three. One, two, three.

Oh, Tiffany, you cow!

That's it. Your other left.

That's good. All right.
Now, have fun, girls.

Have fun. Let's see that elevation.

Reach for the ceiling.

[SNORING]

[SNORING CONTINUES]

[WHISPERS]
Roll over.

[CHUCKLES]

DOMINOE [SINGING ON TAPE]:
Don't change your hair for me

Not if you care for me

-Stay, little Valentine
-[SINGING] Little Valentine

-Stay
-Stay

-Each day is Valentine's
-Each day is Valentine's

-Day
-Day

[CLICKS TONGUE]

[CHUCKLES]

Good night.

ARCH: Do you play much tennis?
SHARKY: No.

ARCH:
You gotta kind of isolate that little area.

What little area?

ARCH:
I mean, the tennis court becomes....

Like-- You read any Zen?

No.

ARCH:
It becomes your universe...

...and you become one with that space.

One time, when I was, uh, riding cruiser,
before I got into Vice?

SHARKY:
Yeah.

ARCH: I got a call that there was
a domestic squabble.

And I was by myself
in the cruiser that day.

I had no partner.

[CHUCKLES]

So I went to this very, uh...

...depressed part of town.

I had to go around the back
of this house and up these steps.

I knocked,
and this lady opened the door...

...hysterical, crying,
and she was bleeding.

I guess the guy had hit her
or slapped her or something.

And so I stepped inside...

...and then this guy
just stepped out of the....

Shit, the closet or someplace.
I didn't see him.

SHARKY: Mm-hm.
-And he had a .357 in his hand.

He was ranting and raving.
I thought he'd kill me.

I thought,
''God, I'm gonna buy it right here.''

-What'd you do?
-Well...

...I looked down the barrel of that gun
and thought, ''Oh, shit.''

So I just....

I had to...

...cease to exist, you know what I mean?

I wasn't there.

I pulled my antenna in...

...and I just minimized my force field.

SHARKY:
Mm-hm.

-I disappeared.
-You disappeared?

Yeah, I wasn't there. I gave him nothing.
He felt nothing from me.

No hostility. No animosity.

I was afraid that he could hear
my heart beating, though.

He walked into the other room.

She was standing there looking.

I turned and walked towards the door...

...and she was still looking at the spot
I was standing in.

You were gone?

-Yeah, but see, I didn't exist there.
-Right.

So she was-- I said, ''Ma'am?''

She was startled.
She looked and she said, ''Yeah?''

I said, ''He'll be all right.

Go on, you know,
tell him you love him or something.''

-Yeah.
-I'll never forget that.

Me neither.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

ARCH: What does Sharky think
he's gonna miss?

It's all on tape anyway.

He's enjoying it maybe.

You like looking at broads?

He could take 10 minutes to take a shower.
What's he gonna miss?

-She's just walking around.
-You want some chicken?

No, thanks.
You know I don't like chicken, Papa.

You don't like anything good.

You don't like chicken, ribs, hamburgers.

You eat that Jap shit, that raw shit.

It's metaphysical.

Metaphysical?
Raw fish is metaphysical?

-Fucking worms in it?
-It comes from the earth.

''It comes from the earth.''

-It's good for you.
-You know what it does?

It's got iodine in it.

What did it do for them Japs?

Did you ever see a Jap
more than 4 feet tall?

Yeah, but they're very spiritual.

You gonna tell me
some more of that Zen shit?

That's right. You notice how they can go out
and live in a jungle off of just nothing?

It's all in the philosophy,
it's in their attitude about life.

We eat too much in this country.

-No shit?
-That's right.

Besides, ribs will kill you.

I wonder how the hell
I ever wound up with you.

-Jesus Christ.
-Hey.

-I appreciate you letting me take a shower.
PAPA: We appreciate you taking a shower.

Ha-ha. You can leave now.

Smelled like the bottom of a lion cage.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Go ahead.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

HOTCHKINS:
It's Don.

ARCH:
That's him, I think.

-It sure as hell is.
ARCH: Heh.

DOMINOE:
What about the security men?

HOTCHKINS: Five minutes.
DOMINOE: Five minutes.

NOSH:
Hello there, Don. Come on in.

How come we don't hear him any better?

Let him get in the door. Jesus.

ARCH:
Goddamn, that's him!

HOTCHKINS:
It's gonna be a landslide. I can feel it.

DOMINOE:
Does that mean I can have my house?

How much do we pay
our governor anyway?

HOTCHKINS: I'll put you in that house
whether I win or not.

I already bought it.

-What?
-I already bought it.

-You're kidding me, aren't you?
-Hm?

-You're kidding me, aren't you?
-Cross my heart.

-Hope to die?
-Hope to die.

[ZIPPER OPENS]

Promise me you're telling me the truth.
Did you really buy it?

Four minutes, three and a half.

Would I lie to you?
I'm going to be the governor.

Would the governor lie?

-I don't know. You're not being serious.
-These are beautiful. Did I buy you these?

He has his head in her crotch.

NOSH:
I ask you, should that man be the governor?

[ALL LAUGHING]

That's the human touch.

DOMINOE: Don, be serious.
Did you really buy me the house?

I swear, the house is yours.

DOMINOE:
Oh.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

[GASPS]

My house.

[PHONE RINGING]

It's her phone.

Hello.

[MAN SPEAKING IN ITALIAN OVER PHONE]

I'm busy. I'll have to call you back.

MAN [OVER PHONE]:
I want him out of there now.

Okay. Bye.

Who the hell was that?

That was the man.

Sounds kind of foreign.

It's Italian.

That's what I said, foreign.

I'll copy that phone call
so you'll have the voice on it.

[TICKING]

[DOMINOE HUMMING ON TAPE]

SHARKY: Jesus Christ.
Don't you ever go to bed, honey?

[DOOR OPENS AND THEN CLOSES]

[KEYS RATTLING]

I can't see.

DOMINOE:
Victor.

Victor.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

I love the sound of that door.

[DOMINOE CHUCKLES]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

And the best gifts are those not asked for.

You're always invited.

Never expected.

Do you know what I leave on the other side
of that door when I step in here?

-Did you get my call?
-The past. All of it. The future too.

All doubts. All questions and beliefs.

[JULIE LONDON'S ''MY FUNNY VALENTINE''
PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

DOMINOE:
Did you get my messages?

I got all your messages
even before you sent them.

Victor.

-We have to talk.
-Come.

You make me smile with my heart

He has a place for me.

I have a place for you.

This is a house, Victor.

My own place.

Does he still think you're a dancer?

I am a dancer.

She is a dancer.

Well, come then.

Dance with me.

But you're my favorite

Work of art

VICTOR:
I want everything tonight.

Everything we've ever done...

...and everything we've never done.

Come.

So you've decided.

Yes.

This is a place to pass through
on your way.

People like us don't stop, Dominoe.

We have too much of the world
in our eyes.

We have seen it together...

...we've met the devil together...

...and we've been to heaven, haven't we?

No.

And I am stopping.

VICTOR:
I don't think you can. For him?

No, for me.

It's time for me.

Say goodbye, Victor.

Please?

All right, I'll say goodbye.

But not with words.

Come.

We'll be artists.

One last time.

One last time?

Yes.

You mean it?

Do I ever say what I don't mean?

-I'll make it the very best.
-Yes.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[VICTOR CONTINUES SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[VICTOR CHUCKLES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[VICTOR HUMMING]

NOSH [OVER PHONE]: The car was registered
to Far East Imports, Incorporated...

...which is owned by Ibsen Properties.

-Which is?
-Uh, I'm working on that.

-Uh, so far, I got no Victors.
-Hm.

You okay?

Yeah. Bored.

-Anything I can send you?
-Heh-heh. No, thank you.

All right.

[DOOR OPENS AND THEN CLOSES]

-Nosh.
-Yeah?

-She just came in. I gotta go.
-Okay. Bye.

[SIGHS]

Where the hell you been, for chrissake?

Hello, my angel.

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

Come on, open the drapes. Get some air.

Want some wine?

That's good, because I don't have any wine.

[SIGHS]

How about a little pizza?

God, looks terminal.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[BUZZES]

Who's that?

Aah!

God.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

-Police officer! Open up!
-What's going on?

SHARKY: What's your name?
-Henderson.

-Is that elevator on the 19th floor?
-Yes, sir.

SHARKY: You sure?
-Yes, sir.

Officers are on their way.
Have them seal off the basement and lobby.

-Where's the fire exit?
-There.

-Who's coming down?
-If he gets past me, stay out of the way!

I hear that.

Don't move!

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

Fuck.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

MAN:
Okay, Nosh, hold it by the head, will you?

Uh, let me see. That's, uh, 55 inches.

This is not my favorite thing,
you know, Barrett.

-I'm in Personnel, remember?
BARRETT: Only take a minute. Okay, 45.

-Will you look at this apartment?
BARRETT: By the fingers.

It's gorgeous!

We're on the wrong side.

NOSH: That's it, right?
-Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Now, I see M.E.

I see Forensics. I see Vice.

Where the hell is Homicide?

-Uh, we didn't call them.
FRISCOE: You didn't?

No, we want to do it.

Do what?

-Handle it.
-Handle it?

You'll handle yourselves
right off the force!

The rule is, Homicide gets notified!

Before anybody takes a breath
or goes to the goddamn toilet...

-...Homicide gets notified!
-[MOUTHING} Homicide gets notified.

FRISCOE:
Where's the body?

Morgue.

Have you got her name?

-Jane Doe.
-Oh, Jane Doe. Oh, that's original.

Goddamn it!
How'd you get her down there?

Ambulance!

Probably a sawed-off shotgun. About
three inches under legal, I should think.

-Looks like a cannon.
BARRETT: Mm-hm.

-Probably double-ought, do you think?
-Maybe.

He shoots her,
then he walks away nice and quiet.

We got the whole thing on tape.
This guy's very cool.

Arch, are you in on this?

She was ours, Friscoe.
Somebody blew her up.

You know how far over your heads
you are?

No, how far?

They'll nail your asses to the wall!

Mine too!
And I've got two years to retire!

-You keep telling me that!
-Unh.

-I'm calling Homicide!
-Oh, bullshit!

-They'll bury it, you know that.
FRISCOE: Oh, shut up!

PAPA:
They'll lose it, Friscoe.

What can we do?

We can't go after Hotchkins.

All you got is a tape.

Will you look at that hole?

Christ.

[DOOR OPENS]

The killer stood approximately here...

...pressing the gun against the door.

Tall enough to get
his body weight behind it.

Probably a sawed-off shotgun.

About three inches under legal,
I should think.

-Got the whole thing on tape.
-Shut up!

This the same one
who iced that Chink hooker?

Asian. And I'm checking on it.

And I'll talk on you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Asian?

College.

SHARKY:
Call me later when you finish the autopsy.

TWIGS: Mm-hm.
SHARKY: Barrett, come on.

-Where you going?
-I'm going to that building over there.

Whoever iced that lady
was watching her the same time I was.

There's only one empty apartment there.
You were in it!

-There were two where the people were out--
-I told you to shut the fuck up!

He would have checked on it.
We're dealing with a professional killer.

This guy is cool. He's what I call an ''iceman.''
And he's not stupid either.

First door on the right.
I suppose you're gonna pop it.

Why don't you get the manager here?

He has a house key. He'll open it up.

I was never good at this.

Even when I was good at this,
I wasn't good at it.

How about you, Barrett?
Were you ever good at this?

Yeah, I always liked it.

-Ready?
-No.

This scares the shit out of me!

Well, we struck out again, right?

Will you shut up?

Not everybody's as neat as you are.
You gotta look.

Barrett.

[MOUTHS]
PCP.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[MOUTHING]
Bingo. I got one.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Dominoe.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

-[MOUTHING] She's dead.
-[MOUTHING] I can't help you.

Well, you better find a way.

I'll be in touch.

[BAND PLAYS BLUES MUSIC]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

ARCH:
Hey, Kitten. What do you say, my man?

Can I talk to you alone for a minute?

Get out, bitch.

[CHUCKLING]

-What's this?
-It's Valium. Five milligrams.

[LAUGHING]

ARCH: That's funny.
-Yeah, it's funny. Five fucking milligrams.

ARCH:
Don't bullshit me.

MAN [SINGING]:
And I go on walking

Walking with those after-hour blues

I'm gonna drop a dime on your ass.
It's gonna be 30 fucking years for you.

You got a goddamn minion
mixing Dee's and PCP.

-Ain't gonna waste my breath on you.
-That's a lot of time.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Uh, hold up, hold up, hold up.
There was a buy.

ARCH: There was a buy?
-Yeah.

-Last month.
-How much?

Late last month. A thousand.

-Who was it?
-I didn't see the guy.

Oh, Jesus, Kitten!
You're talking to Arch here!

[KITTEN LAUGHS]

-You don't know who it was?
-No. A tall guy.

Are you the man in this town?

-Don't you ever stroke me, man.
-I'm not stroking you. I don't know.

-Information.
-I'm trying to tell you.

-It was a tall guy.
-What else?

Caucasian.
He had a mole on his face.

-Somebody told me. I didn't see it.
-A fucking mole? And a tattoo?

No, I didn't know about the tattoo.

-Let me talk to you.
-Hold on. Where we going?

ARCH: You come downtown, get in trouble,
is Arch there? Do I help you out?

KITTEN: I looked for you last night.
ARCH: Why you gonna fuck with my time?

What did my partner tell you?

He said if any shit goes down,
you were gonna shoot my dick off.

MAN [SINGING]:
Take a chance with you

That's right.

I want a name.

-I want a fucking name.
-Arch, you make it awful tough.

I didn't see him or get a name.

-You know what I think?
-What?

-I think your fucking ass is in trouble!
-Fucking A, Arch. Come on, Arch. Goddamn.

-Hey, this is Kitten.
-Can you fly?

-No. But I talk better on my goddamn feet.
-Get some wings.

You're my buddy.
You're not gonna throw me over this shit.

-Is that what it is? Goodbye.
-I ain't got no wings.

[KITTEN SCREAMS]

Okay, I got a name. I got a name.
Arch. Arch!

-Oh, you son of a bitch.
-Come on.

-You're all right, Kitten. Trust me.
-Aah. Aah. Oh.

You're gonna hear from my lawyer, my attorney,
every-goddamn-body. You got that?

Arch, look, uh....

-Let's talk. Can we get over here?
-We're talking. Quit bullshitting.

I'm not. Just get over here.
We're in the light. Come on.

ARCH:
Look, look. Tell me something.

-What?
-He's looking for us, Arch.

[CLATTERING]

[BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC]

[PANTING]

Aah!

[MEN YELLING]

[KITTEN GROANING]

[CHIMING]

That's not the look of a winner, Donald.

I loved her.

[CHUCKLES]

You loved her art.

And she loved me.

That was her art. Creating that illusion.

Yeah, well, you're wrong.
You can be wrong. Do you know that?

-Do you think you're God?
-Heaven forbid.

I'm telling you that we loved each other.

I'm sick of you twisting my life around.
You went too far, Victor.

-There's no such place.
-You went--

Shh. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You can't tell me, Donald.

Now, shh.

But perhaps you can learn from me.

You draw a clear, straight line
to what you want.

And you move. You do not stop.

You do not go around anything
or anyone.

She would have stopped you.
Destroyed you.

No. No.

Stop the car.

I'm on my way to what I want, Donald.

I can take you with me all the way...

...or I can drop you here now.

She wouldn't have hurt me, Victor.

Open his door.

I have a long way to go.

Are you coming?

[EXHALES]

Drive.

[VICTOR HUMMING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Good morning.

Jesus Christ,
what a great-looking machine.

Okay, who's got what?

Come on, put something on the table.

Time's short.
We got our nuts in a doorjamb.

PAPA: That's what the model looks like.
-Put that away.

PAPA:
What's the matter? They're hard to come by.

Somebody's tracking us
because they killed Kitten Holmes.

-Kit who?
-Kitten Holmes.

He's an informer, gives me information.
And they killed him.

They didn't shoot him,
they just kicked his ass.

They broke him like a stick.
They kung fu'd him.

Anyway, I found out
that our shooter has a bad habit.

He's a junkie.
Now, a buy went down last month.

Puts him in town the same time
the other hooker got blown away.

NOSH:
Could I say something?

The blind woman and Roper were shot
at close range with a silenced .22.

Just one shot each.
He's very sure of himself.

I'd say the same man killed all three.
Nobody ever sees him come in or go out.

NOSH: May I speak now?
-What is he, a fucking ghost?

Jesus Christ, speak.
I told you he was dumb.

-The bureau made his prints.
-No shit?

Carlo Scorelli, alias Carl Sorrel,
alias Billy Score.

-He's 45 years old. He was born in Sardinia.
TWIGS: I didn't see it.

I don't care.

Great reputation. Slave trade.

Little girls. They buy them, kidnap them,
and then they break them down.

Drugs, rape, whatever the hell it takes.
Then they sell them.

ARCH:
They sell them?

SHARKY:
Who is ''they''?

''They'' is him and his brother,
Albert Scorelli.

Albert, he's been out of sight for about
15 years, but we got his ass, Sharky.

ARCH:
You got the name. That's all you got.

-How about a face?
ARCH: Hey, a face.

FRISCOE:
That is terrific.

-The guy on the left.
-Where? Let me see that.

-I didn't see it.
-I don't give a fuck!

That's fantastic. Fantastic.

Look at this. Which one is it?

NOSH: He's the guy on the left.
This picture is 20 years old.

Do you make him, Sharky?

I don't make him.

He's been in town about a month.
He's probably still here.

You've got 40 hours,
then I turn it over to Homicide.

-I'll call you at home, Sharky.
-I'll be at her place.

-Whose place?
NOSH: Dominoe's.

Oh, yeah?

[JULIE LONDON'S ''MY FUNNY VALENTINE''
PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

Is your figure

Less than Greek?

Is your mouth

A little weak?

When you open it to speak

Are you smart?

But

Don't change a hair for me

Not if you care for me

-Stay, little Valentine
-WOMAN [SINGING]: Stay, little Valentine

Stay

What the hell are you doing here?

Tiffany?

Tiffany, where are you? I'm back.

Where is she?

Tiff let you in, didn't she?

Well?

What are you doing here?

I was about to ask you the same question.

Well, I'm glad you can talk.

But if you don't get out now,
I'm gonna have to call the police.

I am the police.

Oh, yeah?

Sharky.

Vice.

A woman was killed here yesterday.
We thought it was you.

-What?
-You said ''Tiffany.''

Was that the woman's name?

Was that the woman's name
that stayed here yesterday?

Tiffany?

DOMINOE:
Tiffany?

Are you sure it was Tiffany?

No, I'm not.

But somebody was here.

Couldn't you have taken it off
the goddamn wall?

He thinks you're dead.

He thinks he killed you.

-Who?
-William Score. Scorelli.

Did you ever hear of him?

No.

Get your stuff together.
We're getting out of here.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello.
NOSH [OVER PHONE]: Shark?

-The tapes are gone.
-What?

Missing from the squad room. I come over
and the tapes are gone from here too.

What are you talking about?
All the tapes are gone?

Except a few I was working on at home.

I can't reach Arch
and I can't reach Papa.

I'm calling May to tell her to take the kid
and get out of there. I'm going home.

Nosh. Listen to me.

You got copies of Victor, right?

You got copies of Hotchkins.

Copies! I got fucking copies!
Don't you ever let go?

Just go home, Nosh. I'll call you later.

Shark...

...who's on our side?

[DOMINOE SNIFFLING]

We gotta get out of here.

If he finds out you're still alive,
he's gonna come back for you.

-Why?
-He wants you dead.

Then I am dead.

No.

That's dead.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Where are we going?

Somewhere where you'll be safe.

South America?

Where have you been for the last 24 hours?

I went to the mountains.

I like being alone sometimes.

It's none of your business, anyway.

I see.

You told Tiffany
you were going though, right?

-Right.
-At dance class?

You know everything?

I don't know Victor's last name.

I don't know your first name.

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Tell me, sergeant,
just how big is your army?

-They're good men. You'll be all right.
-More than 100?

-Four.
-What?

Four!

[LAUGHS]

Great.

DOMINOE:
Just one bed?

Yeah.

I'll sleep on the floor.

I know.

-Well?
-Oh.

Is this your place?

I lived here when I was a little kid.

My father sold the house
right after the war.

It came up for sale about a year ago.

I come here every weekend.
Try to fix it up.

-I love the house--
-Why do you have my pictures on your wall?

They are my pictures, aren't they?

Why do you have my pictures
all over your wall?

I don't know.

Does Victor use the other women
like he uses you?

Does he pay you? Or does he own you?

You're so goddamn smart, aren't you?

He owns you too.
You're just too naive to know it.

Nobody owns me.

I don't want to talk anymore.

I'm so tired.

You've got to give me a little time.

We don't have any time.

We're fresh out of time.

Can't I just take a shower?

Over there.

SHARKY:
I forgot about the pictures.

What a putz.

Hope you don't mind,
I borrowed your robe.

Sure.

We haven't got much time, so, uh...

[DOMINOE SIGHS]

...I gotta ask you some questions.

Couldn't you just let me lie here
for five minutes?

I just need a little nap.

A nap?

Look, you had a shower.
Now you want a nap.

Want me to bring your supper?

This is not a resort.
We're running out of time.

Now, what's Victor's last name?

What good is all this gonna do, huh?

It's gonna help me nail him
before he nails us.

[CHUCKLING]

Nail Victor?

-You?
-Yeah, nail Victor!

Nail him before he nails us!
Now, what's his last name?

-What the hell difference does it make?
-Goddamn it, I'll tell you the difference!

I'll tell you the frigging difference!

He's gonna blow us away!

Now tell me his last name!

Did you watch us?
Did you watch all of it?

Shit!

How many other people did he
set you up with besides Hotchkins?

Did you enjoy watching us, Sharky?

-Get off of that!
-Why? Does it bother you?

Does it make you feel like
some pathetic Peeping Tom?

-Huh?
-You bitch.

Don't make me call you
what you really are.

-So he bought you and then what?
-He didn't buy me.

Well, what were you? A librarian?

A nun? A school teacher?

I'm a dancer! Can't you see I'm...?

I'm a dancer!

I ought to punch your fucking lights out.

So now you're gonna hit me, right?

-I bet you enjoy hitting people.
-Sometimes, yeah.

That's all you know, isn't it?

Hitting or pushing or punching.

Does it make you feel good or something?

Sometimes, yeah.

[DOMINOE CRYING]

Goddamn it!

[GRUNTING]

SHARKY:
Ow!

[DOMINOE SOBBING AND YELLING]

I'm never gonna tell you!
I'm never gonna tell you his--!

I'm never gonna tell you his last....

Oh, God!

I hate you.

Didn't you ever learn
just to hold someone?

Yeah, I know how to hold people.

I just don't have $1000.

[KIDS CHATTERING]

Was this your bedroom?

Used to be.

It was smaller then.

-The stained-glass windows your idea?
-Uh-huh.

I love stained-glass.

Is this chest yours?

It was my mother's.

[CHUCKLES]

When I was 9 years old...

...I carved my name in it.

-Tommy?
-Mm-hm.

Is that your name? Tommy?

No, it's Ralph.

I just put Tommy there to fool her.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Was the school always there?

Yeah. Three steps away.

And I was always late.

You know...

...I come here every weekend.

And those damn kids
are out there playing.

And I can't work when they're there.

I have to stop and watch them.

I can watch kids playing all day long.

You're a strange guy, Sharky.

Yeah.

That's what everybody says.

JOE: Just find Sharky, huh? Tell him
to come on in. He's so far over his head.

FRISCOE:
I hear you're on to something big.

Just read my report, okay, Friscoe?
Read the papers tomorrow.

Sharky thinks this is his machine.
It's mine!

You're so goddamn cheap,
you won't buy a goddamn paper.

-Are you gonna talk to me?
-No!

You just wait a minute.
You know something, right?

JOE:
Sharky was right all the time.

One man on top of the whole town
and one fink inside the department.

FRISCOE: I don't know where Sharky is.
-You are an asshole.

-I want to help.
-Find him.

You want to help? Tell him to come in.
Tell him it's a fix.

Tell him there's no way he can win.

-What'd you find out?
-Never mind what I found out.

Joe, where you going?

I'm going to the DA now!

I'm going to get Sharky
that head he's been hunting for.

I've got the son of a bitch!

[JOE SCREAMS]

Stop that son of a bitch!

Get back, get back!

[ALL CHATTERING]

MAN 1: Get back.
-Oh, Christ! Joe! Joe!

MAN 2:
He's dead!

What are you doing?

Just working.

A window seat.

Yeah.

Did you make it?

Yeah.

-It's very good.
-Thank you.

[DOMINOE CHUCKLES]

-What are you doing there?
-Uh, just doodling.

-Doodling what?
-Doodling.

-Just doodling?
-Mm.

It's a rose.

[DOMINOE CHUCKLES]

Were you embarrassed to tell me
you were making a rose?

No.

Yeah, you were.

Yeah.

DOMINOE:
You're a strange guy, Sharky.

SHARKY:
I know.

That's what everybody says.

[CHATTERING]

At the far table.

Thank you.

[CHATTERING]

[ALL LAUGHING]

Oh. Sergeant Sharky.

-Please, sit down.
-No, thanks.

I just came to look.

What do you see?

Nothing much.

Care to have some food?

It's Chinese food
without a trace of Western corruption.

-Pure.
-I've got you by the ass.

Oh.

[ALL LAUGHING]

SHARKY: All the way from
selling little girls to murder.

How does it feel?

It feels great.

It feels like you're a lump of shit...

...lying in the bottom of a commode.

And I got my hand on the chain...

...just waiting to pull it.

[LAUGHS]

Look at you.

Righteous anger.
Defender of the people. Heh-heh.

Tell me something, Sharky.

Why are the people on my side?

Why do they line up with me
instead of you? Huh? Heh-heh-heh.

Confusing times.

You have nothing.

No tapes.

No link with Hotchkins
except a dead woman.

He's as good as governor.

And you're an outcast
about to lose that badge of yours.

You're as bothersome to me as something
stuck to the bottom of my shoe.

As I see it, you have two choices:

You can disappear...

...or maybe I can throw something
your way.

Perhaps even another Dominoe.

Pick one!

Go ahead. Ha-ha.

Of course, she won't be quite as good.

Dominoe was the best.

She was 12 when I found her.

Can you imagine?

I taught her and I taught her...

...until she began to teach me.

Yes, she was the best,
because I created her.

Anyway...

...that's all academic,
because she is gone.

She's alive.

Have you talked to Tiffany lately?

Somehow, I get the feeling
that your rear end is puckering up.

I'm gonna pull the chain on you, pal.

And you want to know why?

Because you're fucking up my city.

Because you're walking all over people
like you own them.

And you want to know the worst part?

You're from out of state.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Nosh.

Nosh?

[YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[SQUEAKING]

MAN:
Hello, Sharky.

Hello, Smiley.

You look awful.

You met the Chins, huh?

Yeah, they're delightful.

Oh, by the way...

...your friend, uh, Joe-Joe...

...he's gone to that big police station
in the sky.

Oh, and also...

...Nosh...

...has gone there too.

[SCREAMS]

When you went to see the man,
you pissed him off.

You should've brought the girl in.

She'd be dead, but Nosh, Joe-Joe...

...and all your chums would be alive.
And you too.

Yeah.

Paco?

What, is he auditioning for a job
at Benihana's?

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, you're funny, Sharky.

Okay.

Now, let's make this nice and simple.

I'm gonna ask you a question
and you're gonna answer me.

-Sure.
-And it'll all be over, just like that.

Otherwise...

...he's gonna take your fingers off,
one joint at a time.

Now, I figure you got about, uh...

...10 answers
and then if you don't bleed to death...

...you're gonna run out of joints.

Now, the question:

Where's the girl?

I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't know anything about any girl.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where is Dominoe?

Okay, Sharky,
I think we've arrived at, uh...

...what the bullfighters call
''the moment of truth.''

I'm gonna ask you for the last time.

Where is she?

I don't know.

[SHARKY GROANING]

Come on, Sharky, yell!

Come on, it's got to hurt.
It's painful!

[SMILEY CHUCKLING]

It's not as though
you're getting a manicure.

We're in the middle of a lake.
Go ahead, yell!

Want to try for two?

Now listen good.

Where did you take her?

I....

I.... I don't know.

Aah!

[WHIMPERING]

Oh, this is embarrassing.
It's pathetic. It's pitiful.

Watching a grown man cry.
I don't want the boys to do that.

Guys, take a break. Get some air.

You're a crybaby, Sharky.
I always knew you were a crybaby.

All that shit around the department
about Sharky, the tough guy...

...the tough cop, the macho man.

I knew you had no guts.

Not only that, you got no fingers.

[LAUGHING]

Okay, Shark,
let's cut the macho shit.

Nobody's here. It's just you and me.

It ain't there.

I took your gun
into protective custody.

What do you think we are, dummies?

We looked up your nose.
We looked in your ears, every orifice.

Now...

...I'm gonna lean in...

...and you're gonna whisper
in my ear where the girl is at.

Then I'm gonna get the Chins in here,
and it's gonna be over, just like that.

Okay. Okay, Smiley.

SMILEY:
Good boy, Shark.

[GRUNTING]

SHARKY:
Shit!

[GUN CLICKS]

Goddamn!

[YELLS]

[YELLS]

[GROANING]

Aah!

[CROWD CHEERING]

MAN [OVER SPEAKERS]:
Ladies and gentlemen...

...the next governor
of the great state of Georgia...

...Donald Hotchkins!

[CHEERING]

-Thank you. Thank you.
CROWD [CHANTING]: We want Don!

-We want Don!
-Thank you.

-We want Don! We want Don!
-Thank you. Please.

We want Don! We want Don!

The governor has just conceded
at 4 a.m...

...and I hated to keep him up so late.

But I'm gonna-- I'm gonna give him
four long years to rest up!

[CHEERING]

Every single one of you--
Every single one of you who voted for me...

...holds my IOU, my promissory note.

And I....

I am accountable!

I am accountable!

I am accountable for good government!

[CROWD CHEERS]

I am accountable
for the cleaning up of this city!

[CROWD CHEERS]

I am accountable for your peace of mind.

[CROWD CHEERS]

I am accountable for...

...the education of your children.

I wan-- Ahem.

I, uh.... I want to say to all of you....

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

I want to-- I want to say....

[CROWD SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[CROWD CHATTERING LOUDLY]

Don?

I want to say.... I, uh....

Uh....

I want to say that....

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

WOMAN 1: We love you, Don!
WOMAN 2: Come on!

Way to go, Don.

[CROWD CHEERING]

REPORTER:
I don't know what's happening.

We'll try to get a comment
from the governor-elect.

What's your name?

-Where you taking the governor?
-No comment, ma'am.

Two men, identified as police officers...

...escorted the governor-elect
from his campaign headquarters--

--police custody.

We don't know
if that's protective custody or not.

But sources have said Hotchkins
is being questioned by police.

--where a man who has just been elected
governor disappears almost immediately.

CARLO: You lost a governor.
VICTOR: I'll buy another one.

Here is 20,000 for you.

-I'll contact you later. Okay?
-No.

Hey, Carlo!

You misunderstand. Heh-heh.

You can't be seen with me.

I can still make it if I move now,
quickly and alone.

But I'll send for you...

...as soon as I get
set up somewhere, okay?

No!

After all these years, you go to hell!

''Send for me''?
No, no, no! I go with you!

Carlo, you'll do as I say.
You'll do as I say, as always.

Please, Victor! Please!

[GROANS]

Look at you! You're not strong enough!

Look at you!

You're a walking drugstore! A dope head!

[YELLING IN ITALIAN]

You should try!

Look at you! Junkie!

Used-up butcher. Control all gone.

I don't need you anymore!

Do for yourself now! Fend for yourself!

-Like my big brother?
-Yes.

-Act like you?
-Well, try!

I will.

-I will try.
-All right.

I love you!

[CARLO CRYING]

I love you too.

It's all right.

It's all right.

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[SIRENS WAILING]

JIMMY [OVER RADIO]:
Three sixty-eight...

...block off the underground
parking area. Cover all exits.

Four-oh-two, move into the lobby
and secure all elevators and stairways.

Nobody comes in that building or leaves.

I say again, nobody comes in or leaves.

We're gonna need a 10-52 for a backup.

OFFICER [OVER RADIO]:
Roger. The 10-52 is on the way.

-We're set, Shark.
-Let's hit it.

How many men down there?

JIMMY:
There's 100 at the bottom of the building.

Son of a bitch!

Oh, shit!

[GRUNTING]

ARCH:
He's dead, Sharky.

He's dead.
For God's sake, Sharky. He's dead.

[SHARKY PANTING]

-Who killed him?
-The brother.

[SCREAMING]

-What's your name?
-Mongol.

Come here, Mongol. I want to talk to you.

-Jimmy.
-Yo.

Go down to the 40th floor.

-Two men on a floor, work your way up.
-Yes, sir.

Arch, that son of a bitch
is gonna walk out of this building...

...and some goddamned traffic cop...

...is gonna take him off!

JIMMY: Sharky! Five minutes ago,
the son of a bitch was on the stairs!

The fire exit!

-I'll check it.
-Shit!

I don't like it.

I don't either.

[GUNSHOTS]

ARCH:
Sharky, coming your way.

Sharky!

SHARKY:
Papa, where are you?

By the frigging door!

SHARKY: Don't move!
It's the only way out of here!

Well, haul your ass!
I ain't gonna save him for you!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GRUNTS]

A fucking ghost.

Sharky, the guy's a fucking ghost.

I just said that.

Yeah, you did.

You go that way?

Yeah.

[SNIFFS]

[METAL CLANGS]

Sharky, that better be you.

-It's me.
-Jesus.

[GUNSHOTS]

Sharky.

You told Papa there's one way out.
One way, you told him!

You fucked up...

...you dumb shit.

It's not your fault, Papa.

He ain't real.

[SCREAMING]

Son of a bitch.

[GROANING]

[GASPING]

[SCREAMING]

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Oh, shit.

You all right, partner?

Of course not, you asshole.

I'm shot.

Oh, shit.

Where the fuck is he?

[ARCH SIGHS]

He crawled off towards the stairway
over there.

Sharky, I hit his ass.

He's got four bullets in him
and the fucker won't go down.

Maybe he knows more about Zen
than you do.

[ARCH CHUCKLES]

Yeah, I tried to disappear.

I'll bet you did.

But I couldn't.

[GASPS]

-Oh, shit.
-Hang on.

Hang on.
There'll be somebody here, okay?

-All right.
-Okay.

-Sharky?
-Yeah.

When you find him,
you got to put him down.

I'll put him down.

-Sharky?
-Yeah.

Smack his ass in the ground,
do you hear me?

Yeah.

-Sharky?
-Yeah.

I'm talking about burying him...

...and putting a stake
through his fucking heart...

...because he's not real.

[SIRENS WAILING]

-I hear you, Arch.
-Aah.

Sharky?

Hey, Sharky.

I think I ruined a perfectly good jacket.

[COCKS GUN]

[CARLO WHEEZING]

CARLO:
Aah.

[CARLO WHEEZING]

CARLO:
Hello...

...Sharky.

Do you know...

...what I was thinking?

No.

CARLO:
Do you think...

...I'll live...

...or die?

-Oh, you'll die, all right.
-No.

No, I don't think....

I don't think so.

Not....

Not by you.

Die!

Die!

[KIDS CHATTERING]

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