All language subtitles for Max Havoc - Ring of Fire (2006)

More violence in
the Parish District tonight.

Three businesses have been firebombed.

A car was torched right in
front of Saint Michael's Mission

in Market Square, where homeless teenagers

and children are cared for.

This is the fifth
incident in as many weeks.

- Get inside.

Come on, you two.

Enough of this.

Come on, get in there.

Where's the money?

No, give it up.

Come on, come on, the money.

Give it up. Now!

You, out of here, now.

Dry cleaners gone.

Six more.

I do like a nice riot.

Yeah!

Woo!

Ramon.

- Come on, Ramon.

Go.

No!

Come on.

The Parish
District was closed tonight.

- It's terrible.

Heck of a fight, Max.

Jump kick, roundhouse.

Mm. But it's that last punch that got him.

Ah, it'd be good to see you again, Max.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your kickboxing champion, Max Havoc.

Welcome to the
Colonial Hotel, sir.

- Thanks.

- Please be careful with the bags.

No, no, no, no, no, the pink ones

go on a separate cart, they're mine.

I don't suppose this hotel does
have a second luggage cart.

Oh, to think I could
be in Vegas right now.

- Take your luggage, sir?

Be careful with them.

- Let me guess, your other uniform

is at the cleaner's, right?

- It worked once.

You need a guide?

Some fun? Some girls?

I got all of the best contacts.

- When I'm ready to party, you're my man.

- Okay.

- Give me a couple of bucks.
- Why?

- 'Cause I'll leave you alone.

- Come on. Quit following me.

- All right, you need to rest, okay?

Before your practice.
- Yes.

- Now, cold teas on your eyes.

Not too cold.

And don't put ice in the drinks, darling.

Wouldn't want to damage
that perfect smile,

especially before the shoot.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Okay.
- Hey Suzy, I'm um-

- No autographs. She's
had a tiring flight.

- Mother.
- It's okay.

Now you go inside, all right?

And I will make sure that these boys

do not unravel your tennis strings.

Okay, mother.

Be careful with these.

Can you just get the bags off the street?

And don't stack them all around the lobby.

This mister, uh-

- Are you Suzy's mother and her manager,

or her pitbull?

All three, actually.

But I don't have time to talk to you now,

and neither does she.

- Give me a couple of bucks.
- What for?

- So I'll leave you alone.

Hey!

Can you take care of that?

Come back here!

- They won't all fit on one cart.

Are you sure you don't have another one?

These tennis rackets cost a fortune.

They're getting squashed
by all the luggage.

- Excuse me, Miss Blaine.

Hi, I'm Roger Tarso.

I'm the owner of the hotel.

- Hi, nice to meet you.
- Oh, well then perhaps

you can find us another luggage cart.

If it's not too much trouble.

- You must be Mrs. Blaine?

- Denise.
- Denise.

No problem at all.

- He's gorgeous.
- Mother.

- I have to say, I'm a very
big fan, before and now.

Your come back is the
talk of the tennis world.

- Thank you.
- It is, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

- I'll have your luggage
brought directly to your room.

Please allow me to
escort you there, myself?

- Oh sure.
- Very nice.

- This way.
- Thank you.

- How glorious.

- Denise, I've organized the little

cocktail reception we discussed.

- Cocktail reception?

- Oh, it's just an informal
gathering, darling.

A few press and fans.

People from the mayor's office.

- I'm going to kill you.

- Let's not start it too early.

Suzy's got a practice for
two hours this afternoon.

- Of course.

I've reserved all the indoor tennis courts

for your private use.

Oh you didn't have to do that.

- Well, clearly the outdoor
courts are covered in snow.

- Yes.
- But I guess

that's the look they want
for the magazine, yes?

- Yes, they couldn't just
shoot her on a tennis court

looking sexy and dynamic.

They want her shivering in
winter chic in the slush.

- Well we are very, very
excited that you're here.

- I wish our photographer
was as gung-ho as you are.

He was supposed to meet us here now.

- Do you have any idea what he looks like?

- Presumably someone draped in cameras.

- Well perhaps he was just delayed.

- Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll be back, sorry.

No!

Wait a minute!

Thank you.

Wait, wait.

Dammit.

Bye.

Bye.

- Great.

Oh, thank you very much.

- I set up the party for Suzy Blaine

in the Outlaw Bar, seven o'clock PM.

- Excellent.

- Nice choice.

2001 Newton, epic merlot, Napa Valley.

Good city. Fine tannin.

What's a big deal about a tennis star?

Thought she was all washed up.

- Suzy Blaine faded away for five years

and then she made an amazing comeback.

Did you see her win at the French open?

- Only watch Manchester United.

- Well, she has revitalized
the tennis world.

She's a bigger star now
than she ever was before.

People love her.

It's good for the hotel.

- Right.

A magazine Johnny rolled
in a little while ago.

- The photographer. He's here?

- Had a chat with Suzy at reception.

Some kid ran off of his camera case

outside of the hotel.

Better hope he doesn't sue.

- That's not his style.

- You know him then?

- I know him.

- Max Havoc.

Didn't he used to be a boxer or something?

- Kickboxer, but he hasn't
fought in a long time.

- You reckon you can take him then, Gov?

I'll go organize the
security for the photo shoot.

- Yeah.

- You guys recognize this shirt?

Here.

- Mr. Havoc.

I'm Roger Tarso. I'm
the owner of the hotel.

I just wanted to make
sure that you were okay.

I understand that your
camera equipment was stolen

right in front of the hotel this morning.

- Oh, that's right.
- Ah, I'm sorry about that.

That's embarrassing for us.

Andy Bigelow, my head of security,

he's all in already, and I think we

have a pretty good idea
who that thief might be.

- Okay.

Um, do you know what this is?

Take a look.

The name is kind of faded.

- Uh, S?

T?

Is that an M?

- Down here at the bottom
is something nations?

- Oh, donations, to St. Michael's Mission.

I help Sister Caroline with a
clothing drive twice a year.

- Where is this mission?

- Parish Square.

It's about half a mile away.

It used to be a very nice neighborhood,

but now it's not so nice.

I'd let Andy Bigelow take care of

getting your camera case for you.

- Oh, I'll take my chances.

Do I know you from somewhere?

- Do you?

- Nevermind.

- Well if I can be of any
further help, just let me know.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

- Oh, can you take care of this please?

Thanks.

- Mr. Havoc.

I am so sorry about the mix up earlier.

We had no idea what you looked like

And then the magazine
just faxed us a photo.

My mother can be a little
bit sharp, sometimes.

- You think, yeah?

- She's just a teeny-weenie
bit over protective,

but, I just, I wanted to
apologize for me, you know?

She blew you off and I didn't do anything.

I'm sorry. I was tired.

- Oh, forget about it.

- Well, I'm excited
about our shoot tomorrow.

- Oh, there won't be a
shoot unless I find my gear.

- Oh, right. I heard about that.

Cute kid.

- Yeah.

- Will I see you at the
cocktail party later?

All right.

- Looking for a good time?
- No thanks.

- Hi.

- Hi.

What do you want?

- My name is Max Havoc.

- Good for you. So?

- I'm looking for someone.

- Oh, I'm flattered.

The massage parlors are up the street.

- No, no, wait.

I'm looking for a thief.

- Why?

Are you hiring?

- This is very important.

- I'm just messing with you. Come in.

I'm Caroline McCarthy.

I'm the director of the mission.

Sister Caroline.

I think I know who you're looking for.

- Come on.

- It's probably got a special lock on it.

- I can do it.

- Bet it's full of money.

- You'll open it faster with those.

- You are so busted.
- Let me go.

- Nope.

- Relax, sit down.

- Whoa.

I could have got maybe a
hundred bucks for all that.

- Yeah, maybe.

Okay.

What am I going to do with you?

- Nice ink, man. Looks good.

- Yeah. They've got meaning.

Tell the story of my life.

Too bad you ain't got
no story to tell, Ramon.

- Yeah, whatever man.

So what's going down?

- Probably stroll over to the mission and

get a little religion.

- Hey man. You know, why don't we give

Sister Caroline a break, you know?

Lay off.

- Yeah.

I'll tell Tiger you didn't go.

So how long has
the mission been here?

- 200 Years.

It's survived typhoons,
the Spanish, Americans.

Not apathy and betrayal.

- What do you mean?

- Well, they're trying
to turn the old section

of town into a tourist attraction.

They've maintained the
facades of the old buildings

and built up the market, but,

it's overrun by pimps and
prostitutes and thugs.

- Has it always been a gang area?

- No.

But the older kids they're hungry,

and they're being organized.

Who's organizing them?

- Emile, dish crew tonight
and the rest of the week.

- Who's organizing them?

- Tiger.

At least that's what they call him.

His thugs have torched the stores,

they shake us down for protection,

forcing our shopkeepers to sell.

Never used to be like
this, but what can we do?

So are you going to
call the cops on Emile?

Tell me about him.

- He and his brother, Ramon,
watched their parents die

in a fire six years ago.

Emile steals.

I'm trying to break him of the habit.

Trying.

He helps us out a little bit.

What's her story?

- Valentine?

She might as well be an orphan.

Father's in prison. Her
mother's a prostitute.

She and Emile are special
friends, if you know what I mean.

- I had one of those
once, a long time ago.

- Long time ago?

You're so handsome.

I may be a nun, but I'm not dead.

The kids.

They love martial arts.

- They'll grow out of it.

- If they live long enough.

So, are you going to press charges?

- Well, I got my gear back,

so I guess I don't need
to involve the police.

- Yes.

- But if I find him stealing
from anyone else again,

you'll get a real martial
arts lesson, you understand?

- Like you could give me one?

- Cute.

He's cheeky.

- What school do you belong to?

- I don't go to school.

- I mean, what school of martial arts?

Kung Fu, karate, Taekwondo?

- The Jet Li school.

- Wushu.
- Huh?

- Wushu.

That's the style of martial
arts that Jet Li trained.

- You know it?
- No.

I was trained in white tie kickboxing.

- I haven't seen any moves.

Show me one.

- Where's the money at?

- What are you doing?

- It's called the why cru.

It's usually done to music.

Every fighter performs the
why crew before each fight

as a show of respect to their teacher.

- Just like the nuns.

They're always on their knees too.

- It's called prayer.

You should try it some time.

This is called a
rum why, the boxing dance.

- Aint there any kicking
and boxing in kickboxing?

- It's more than just kicking and boxing.

Rum why warms up your muscles,

it honors the school where you train,

and boxers from the same
school will recognize it

and refuse to fight you.

- Why?
- Consider you family.

- I aint got no family.

- Of course you do, look around you.

Hey, this is your family,
right here at the mission.

And you know what?

If you train muy thai,
you'll have a bigger family.

Come on, I'll show you.

Hands up.

Spin around.

Spin your hands.

There's the other knee.

- Sister.

You need a facelift, Sister.

This place is a dump.

Don't you put those volunteers to work?

Or are they just here to
suck the life out of you?

- Pio, why don't you just go home?

Why don't all of you just go home?

- I told Tiger about you.

He says nun should set an example.

- What, are you embarrassed?

Because I got a piece of you?

- It's payday Sister.

- It's disgusting.

You should be ashamed. All of you.

- Pick it up.

Pick it up!

- You think I'm afraid of you?

You think I'm afraid to die?

I look forward to it, you got that?

You tell that bastard
that I don't take orders

from scum like you.

- Hey.

I believe you dropped this, Sister.

- Who is this?
- This is my new volunteer.

- That belongs to Tiger.

- Just leave her alone!
- Hey!

All right, boys.

- Come on guys, relax.

Hey, oh, oh, oh.

- No, Ramon!

Get outta here!

- We'll be back for our money, Sister.

- So here's your first
lesson in kicking and boxing.

- Emile.

Emile!

The kid with the knife
is his brother Ramon.

Emile!

- So, did they do that to you last time

they came collecting?
- Oh, it's nothing.

- Who is this Tiger?

What does he want?

- He wants everything.
He wants us out of here.

He wants us to go.

Come on, let's go inside.

Come on, Valentine.

- Look, I, I-
- This isn't your fight.

Max, thank you so much.

Thank you.

- Andy Bigelow, Miss
Blaine. I'm a big fan.

Used to go to Wimbledon all
the time when I was kid.

Back then it was all
Martina and Chrissy Everett.

I reckon you could take 'em both.

- Yeah, maybe now, but
certainly not in their prime.

- Would you like to do a
little sightseeing tomorrow

when your photo shoot's done?

I know this town's codes.

Places tourists don't normally
go, if you're interested.

- I just, I think with
the shoot and everything,

I won't end up having any time.

- Oh.

That's too bad.

If you need anything, let me know.

- Will do, thank you very much.

- Nice party, boss.

- You'll have to excuse
my head of security.

He uh, he's kind of a gorilla.

- Oh, he's charming.

- Well, if you say so.

- I meant to tell you, you have
a really lovely resort here.

- Thank you, very much.

It certainly has a lot of potential.

I would love to expand it, but,

the mayor's office has to take care of

a few local problems first.

I've tried to help, but...

- Oh, I wouldn't worry about it.

You seem like a man
that gets what he wants.

When it's important, yeah.

What about you?

What's your life like?

- Drills, workouts,
practices, matches, workouts.

Drills, practices-

- Matches.

- You're very disciplined.

- Well, you know, when I have to be.

- Well maybe tomorrow when you
finish with your photo shoot,

we could meet up for a drink

if you're not too disciplined.

- I'd like that.

- All right.

Great.

Will you excuse me for one moment?

- Sure.

- Enjoying the party, Denise?

- It's wonderful.
- Excellent.

- Down, mother.
- Steal my heart.

Well, oh, where is that
bloody photographer?

We have to talk about Wimbledon.

No, not that one.

Mr. Havoc.

How nice of you to join us.

I trust we're not keeping
you from anything important.

- Nothing that would concern you.

- Excuse me. Excuse me, everyone.

This is Lieutenant Reynolds
from the Parish PD.

This is our guest of honor, Suzy Blaine.

- Nice to meet you, Miss Blaine.

That final against Sharapova was

absolutely outstanding in the French Open.

- Well thank you.
- Denise Blaine.

- Lieutenants, I just come
from your local mission.

Some gangbangers trying to
collect protection money.

I don't think Sister
Caroline is the only one

being threatened in the area.

- Yes.

We have had a problem
with gangs escalating

in the past few months,
but we're dealing with it.

- Oh.

Well I counted about
eight bombed out stores,

half a dozen charred cars, so,

tell me just how are you dealing with it?

- Well, we are patrolling the area,

as if it's any of your
business, mister, uh-

- Max Havoc.

- Max is the photographer.

He's doing Miss Blaine's photo shoot

tomorrow for the magazine.

- Uh huh.

Well, I would like a description
of these gang members.

- Five kids trying to be tough.

I'm sorry I didn't get their names.

I was kind of busy defending myself.

- And then you took them out?

Let's say I discouraged them
from harassing the Sister.

- All five of them?

- You see, Max is a champion kickboxer.

He can take care of himself.

- Really?
- Hey, you know what, Max?

I used to box a little
bit back in the army.

Maybe you'd consider an exhibition
match here at the hotel.

- No, no, no.

I got to compete anymore, thanks.

- Mr. Havoc, maybe we should keep you out

of the Parish district.

We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

- Excuse me, boys.

We need to get acquainted
before the photo shoot.

Excuse me.

Wow.

Are you really okay?

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Oh my gosh. Did you
get your cameras back?

- Oh yeah, I did.

- That's good.

My mother will be thrilled.

- But you're not?

- Well, I wouldn't mind
being anywhere else but here.

I hate these things.

It's all, you know,
tell me about Wimbledon

or is it true that you
really train 16 hours a day

or my daughter is a
fabulous tennis player.

Would you give her a lesson?

Ugh.

- So great to be a celebrity, isn't it?

- Kind of suffocating.

What about the kid who stole them?

Did you turn him in?

- No, I guess he's been
through enough in his life.

How do you mean?

- Well, both of his
parents died violently,

his brother is in a gang.

Do you really care?

- Are you mad at me?

- I'm not. I'm sorry.

I just kicked around a bunch of kids

old enough to cut my
throat with a razor blade

or split my head open with an ax.

They were kids.

- Oh.

So, Roger was saying that you used to be a

professional kickboxer?

I mean, why did you retire?

You seem awful young.

- Look, I really don't want
to talk about it, right?

Why don't you just try
to enjoy your party?

You know, these people don't
know how insufferable they are.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Yeah.
- Goodbye.

- Better be more charming tomorrow.

- I'll try to work on it, okay?

- Hm.

- Max!

Max, hey, you start the shoot yet?

- No, still waiting for the
star to make a first appearance.

- Oh, I'm sure it'll be spectacular.

- I hope so.

- Listen, you probably should
have given descriptions

last night to Lieutenant
Reynolds, you know,

picked those gang members out of a lineup?

- And then there'll be five more ones

showing up at the mission the next day.

You know, you got to slay the dragon

by chopping off his head.

- Maybe you're right.

Hey, listen, if you change your mind about

that exhibition match-
- No, I won't.

Unless I'm provoked.

- Oh.

So you do remember?

- A bar fight.

- Yeah. We never really
got to finish that, did we?

Never got to find out
which one of us would've

been the victor, so to speak.

- Doesn't matter.

- No, of course not.

Heat of the moment.

I'm just glad that I get the
opportunity to apologize.

No hard feelings?

No feelings at all.

See you later.

- Hey Ramon.
- What's up man?

- Ramon!

Tiger wants to see you.

- All right, no problem.

- What do you think?

- Spectacular.

- Worth the wait?

- Let's see it through the camera.

Sit down, Ramon.

- Hey, come on guys.

Come on, guys!

So the man wants to see me?

Big deal.

Yo, I ain't got nothing to be afraid of.

- Then why are you pissing your pants?

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Just relax.

- Like something to drink, mister?

- Hey, what am I gonna do with you, huh?

- Give me a couple of bucks.

- So you leave me alone, aye?

- Hey!

- Maybe later.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I'm sorry.

- That's great. Thanks.

- How's the life of crime going?

- Not too good.

- So yesterday you were a valet

and today you're taking drink orders?

Hm, somehow I just don't believe

you're working for the hotel.

- They're chasing me.

- Well that's because you're running.

- Huh?

- He went that way.

Okay, so no more stealing, right?

We have a deal?
- Sure.

- Oh, yeah, and I believe that.

- That's okay.

- Eh.

I could use a new pair anyway.

What do you
think of this place, Ramon?

- It smells.

- Yeah, it stinks.

And when you look at this boat house,

you see a rotting dump.

But when I look at it, I see potential.

My new resort hotel will rise right here.

I'm disappointed in you, Ramon.

You came away from the mission
empty handed last night.

Pio was in charge of that.

All right?

- Where are your marks, son? Huh?

You look pretty damn clean to me.

Pummel's got cuts and bruises.

Pio's got a broken nose.

You look fine.

- That guy last night, man.

We'd never seen anything like that before.

He's a-
- A champion.

Yes.

You were outmatched.

All of you.

But how does a soldier
come away from a fight

without any marks on him?

He runs away in the face of adversity

because he's a coward and a disgrace

to his brothers in arms.

When I was in the military,

cowards were court-martialed,

but not in the heat of battle.

No, when we were under fire,

they were dealt with differently.

Well, we found cowards who
were unmarked and marked 'em.

Mark him, Andy.

- Ah, hey, come on, come on.

No.

- Let that be a lesson to all of you.

You understand me, Pio?

- Yes, sir.

Clean this mess up.

- Good.

Now just pretend you're an overpaid model.

What does that mean?

- You know, Italian Vogue, you know?

- Italian Vogue? I read
Sports Illustrated.

- Oh, good.

All right, so now you're in a bad mood

and you desperately want a sandwich.

Nice.

Good, beautiful.

Good.

You could be a professional.

- Right, professional
tennis player, maybe.

- Okay. One more.

One last shot.

Perfect.

One last.

Right.

Good.

Okay, that's a wrap.

Okay. Thank you very much.

- I'll see inside.
- You looked terrific.

- Thank you.

- It's going to be nice spread.

- I wanted to apologize for the way

I acted at that party the other night.

- What brought this on?

- I was thinking about that boy.

- Emile.

- You know, he has nothing,

and I'm finding ways to complain
about insignificant things.

It's embarrassing.

- You know what?

I was going to go grab something to eat.

You want to come with me?

- Yeah, I'd like that.

Suzy I-
- Oh, by the way,

I took your advice and looked
up charming on the internet.

- Nice neighborhood.
- It probably was once.

- This is where you wanted to take me?

No.

It's just around the corner here.

- Oh, great.

Oh, I'm excited.

Oh, this is great.

I wanted to see the old part of town.

Look at these buildings.

I mean, it's like they
haven't changed in 200 years.

- Yeah, look, a tavern.

A souvenir store.

You know, there wasn't a 400-year-old

McDonald's in here once.

- Aw, come on. It's the spirit of it.

It's like walking through
the streets of old Montreal

or something, it's great.

- I'll have 12 piece of fish, please.

- You must be hungry.

- Hi. I'm sorry about yesterday.

You see I was chasing this kid...

- So, are we having a picnic?

- I know a great place
just around the corner.

- Hm.

This is really fun.

You know, I never get to
do anything spontaneous.

- Too much planning
isn't good for the soul.

- You're right.

So how about for the rest of
the day we don't plan anything?

- You mean, uh, just let it happen?

Yeah.

- You ready for lunch?

- Yeah.

I was thinking getting to
know you might be dangerous.

Now's the time to bail.

I'll take my chances.

You taking me to church?

- It may not be too late for me.

Sister Caroline!

I come bearing gifts.

What's happened?

- Come in.

Come on, come on, hurry up.

I found him about an hour ago.

He kept saying they killed
him, they killed him.

- Killed who?
- His brother.

- Oh my God.
- Who killed him?

- He won't tell me.

- Let me try.

- You know what?

Let me go?

- All right.

- Hey.

You're still running, I see.

- I'm sitting right here.

- No, you can run without moving.

See, when uh, when my dad died last year,

I did everything I could to keep going.

Practice longer. Harder.

Took more matches.

Anything I could to keep going.

I was just so afraid the pain

was going to catch up with me, right?

- Did it?

- It always does.

And when it did there wasn't
anybody around to help me.

You know, nobody to talk to.

- What about your mom?

- Well, that was her husband, right?

She was running in her own way.

I think she still is.

But you can slow down, Emile.

'Cause if you let me, I
would like to be your friend.

I'd like to help you.

- Why?

- 'Cause I wish somebody
had been there for me.

What happened to your brother?

- A man shot him.

- What man was this?

- I'm not going to run.

Well that's good.

I'm going to kill him.

- How is he?
- He's sleeping.

- Okay, we need to call the police.

Lieutenant Reynolds is going
to want to speak to Emile.

- He's not going to tell
anything to the police

'cause it's a matter of honor.

If he's going to tell anyone
who killed his brother,

it would be us.

- But the police needs to
launch their investigation.

They have to start looking for the killer.

- Yes, but a thief reporting the death

of his gang member brother
and not saying what happened?

Lieutenant Reynolds can't work with that.

- He said the murder happened
close to the resorts.

Did he give you an actual where, Suzy?

- No. He didn't say anything.

- You guys have to leave the
parish before it gets dark.

- We have to do something.

- I appreciate your help, but
there's nothing you can do.

- Emile's here. He's safe.

Come on, let's go.

Thank you, Sister.

Thank you very much.

Here, keep the change.

All right.

- Thank you.

Look, I know how you feel about all this,

but Sister Caroline is right.

You're a tennis star.

You play games with rules and judges,

nobody shoots it from
making the line fold.

- Yeah, but you don't
have to play by the rules.

- I really think we
should stay out of this.

- Max.

- Trust me.

There's somebody I've got to talk to.

Why don't you go inside?

Excuse me.

That kid you chased this afternoon...

- That delivery will be
made to the pier tonight.

- Good.

Take this, put it in an envelope,

deliver it to Suzy
Blaine's room right away.

Then set up the private dining
room for two for dinner.

- Anything else you want me to do?

- No, that's it. Thank you.

Yep, we'll take it.

- Give me that bucket
of fish blood and guts.

Weigh him down good.

We don't want him washing
up in front of the tourists.

- There she is.

I'm so glad you could make it.

- Your note said drinks with my mother.

- Yes.

- How'd you get rid of her?

- I offered her a free
massage down at the spa.

- Ooh, that's good. I'll
have to remember that.

- Are you hungry?

- Well, I wasn't expecting
a candlelit dinner, but...

- If I've overstepped my bounds
or you feel uncomfortable

in any way please-
- No, no.

I'd love to have dinner with you.

- I'd like that. Please.

- Thank you.

Would you like some champagne?

- Why not?

This is really beautiful up here.

- It's my private dining room.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

So what are we toasting to?

- To new friends.

- To friends.
- Cheers.

What do you need the bucket for?

- Better that the cops

find fish blood than human blood.

Split. I'll take care of this.

- So are you enjoying your stay?

- I am.

- Outstanding.

I want you to feel very comfortable here.

- Well, I did go into the
Parish District today.

- Oh no. That is not a very
good area for you to visit.

- Well, I know.

I mean the conditions
there are heartbreaking.

- I know. I'm sorry.

We're doing our best to clean it up.

You know, do me a favor.

Just promise me that you
won't go back down there

at any point in time while
you're staying here again?

I mean you could easily get injured

and, well, it'd be horrible
publicity for my hotel.

- Yeah, well I think I can handle myself.

- I don't doubt that for a second.

- That's gonna be something.

Oh, I almost forgot.

These are yours, aren't they?

- How did these get broken?

- I have no idea.

Did you lose them?

- Well someone borrowed them.

- Borrowed them?

Well, we did have reports of
a thief on the grounds today.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, Emile's really
more of an entrepreneur.

I didn't realize you
were on a first name basis.

- He's a good kid.

I shouldn't be making jokes, though.

His brother was murdered today.

- Murdered?

- You're quick, Meat.

He gets a little carried away sometimes.

- It's a bitch finding good help

to cover up a murder, isn't it?

- So this kid?

- Emile.

He witnessed the murder,
but he won't say who did it?

- Not a word.

- You know what?

I have a very good friend on
the force, Lieutenant Reynolds.

I'll give him a call.

Do you know where the kid is now?

- He's at the mission
with a Sister Caroline.

Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.

- Someone's in a hurry
to confess their sins.

- Don't open the door Sister.

- It's okay, Emile. Don't worry about it.

- Open up, Sister. It's the police.

Where's the boy, Emile?

- What has he done this time?

- There's been a murder.

- What does that have to do with Emile?

- His brother Ramon is missing.

Will you step aside, Sister?

We've gotta ask him some questions.

- You can't just barge in here like that.

This is a house of God.

You have no respect, Lieutenant.

You don't have the authority
to barge in like this.

- Here's your search warrant, Sister.

He's not here.

- Where is he, Sister?

He'll stay in this district.
Just give me an address.

I'm going to put out an
APB, so he won't get away.

- I really don't know where he is.

- Nothin'?

If he comes back here, you get
in touch with me immediately.

I mean it, Sister.

- Mr. Havoc?

Whoa, take it easy, mate, I got ya.

Yeah, you're going good.

That's it, a bit further.

I'll get you to the hospital.

- Max, how are you feeling?

- Oh, just peachy.

- Suzy told me about the murder.

What happened to you?

- I found the murder site.

It's an old boat house in
the river, very near here.

- In the Parish District.
Yeah, I know the spot.

- Two guys put a body on a fishing boat.

I tried to stop them, but
they didn't like that.

- Can you give us a description this time?

- No, no, it was too dark.

- All right, Andy, why don't
you put some of your men

and get down to the boat house?

Call the police.

See what you can find out.

- Right away, sir.

- Max, I called Lieutenant
Reynolds from Parish PD.

He went down to the mission to see if he

could find that that kid, Emile,

but he was nowhere to be found.

- They won't.

What do you mean by that?

- It's-

Ow!
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know what? Just relax.

We'll get you back to the hotel, okay?

And don't worry.

We'll find Emile, I promise.

Okay.

Things are quiet tonight

in the Parish District, but
after last night's riot,

the mayor's office has been
besieged by phone calls.

He has promised action, but
his critics have already

called for his resignation.

One city councilman has
said it is a war zone.

- Mind if I come in?

- Not at all.
- Thanks.

Where did you run off too?

I got ambushed by Roger
and ended up having dinner

with him instead of you.

- I was trying to find Emile.

- Did you find him?

- No.

He's run away.

- What happened?

I took a fall.

- Yeah, like I believe that.

What happened, Max?

- I got shot.

- Oh my God. I think
this might be my fault.

What are you talking about?

- I was just trying to
help, so I told Roger

about Emile's brother and
he called the Lieutenant

and they must have sent the cops down

to the Parish District.

The killer might know
that, he's come after you.

He's going to go after Emile.

- No, don't worry about Emile.

He's a street kid, he'll
know where to hide.

He'll be safe tonight.

- We have to go find him.

We have to go find him first thing.

- No, that would be way too dangerous.

- We're in this together.

I'm going to take my chances, remember?

- Yeah, you're right.

- You sure you're okay?

- I'm fine.

Max!

Max.

Max, Max.

Shh.

Easy, you're okay.

You're having a nightmare.

What was that about?

Oh, you can tell me.

- It was a championship bout in Bangkok.

10 years ago.

First kick, put him down.

The second kick should have put him out.

The third blow in the face killed him.

It was the heat of a title fight.

- No, the match was over.

I knew I won on technical points.

I could've stopped.

I wanted him down.

And I wanted him out.

- Yeah, but you didn't want him dead.

- No.

- Oh, Max.

10 years.

How much longer are you going
to go on punishing yourself?

Until the nightmares stop.

- Max.

It's Roger Tarso.

- I'm sorry to wake you.

It's very important.

Max.

Hey, uh, I think we found that kid who put

those shotgun pellets in your shoulder.

It's a stocky guy named Jojo Cabral.

They call them Pio.

- Good.

I'll go down to the
precinct in the morning

and talk to Lieutenant Reynolds.

- Well, he might still be there.

Why don't I drive you down now?

- No, no, I'll do that in the morning.

- Oh.

Yeah.

Get some sleep.

Thanks.

- Sure.

- I should get going.

What time do you want
to meet in the morning?

- The police will have
an APB out on Emile.

They'll find him.

- What?

So now you're not going to get involved?

You can just stay on the
sidelines and take photographs.

- If you say so.

- Fine, I'll look for Emile myself.

You know what?

I don't have one night stands.

It takes a lot for me to let my guard down

because everybody always
wants something from me.

Clearly you're no different.

God I am so stupid.

I won't make this mistake again.

- Sorry, Suzy.

- Oh, charming.

We should be back at the resort,

finishing the photo shoot.

- You know what? That can
wait until we find Emile.

- This is none of our business.

- You should go find Max and
watch from the sidelines.

- You're just angry 'cause you couldn't

talk him into doing this for you.

- That's not why I'm angry, mother.

You know what? You should
have stayed at the hotel.

- What, and leave you with the-

- The crazy nun?

Thank goodness you're here to protect her.

- What in God's name is that?

- The Crusher.

She's not pretty-
- But she runs like a dream?

- No.
- To think I could be dining

with Elton at the Bellagio.

- Mother. You know, this is serious.

- Yes, I know, I know, darling,

but if I appear to be
concerned about anyone

except for you or me, you
wouldn't recognize me.

- So where should we start?

- I was thinking we should
start at the old wharf

down at the warehouse, and the dump.

- The dump?

- Yeah. It's a good idea.

Let's go.

Come on.
- Get in the car, mother.

- Fine, fine, fine.

Dump?

What next?

What? A dump?

- Valentine!

Stop it. Stop it!

I want to help Emile, you understand?

I want to help him.

I need to find him before
the cops do, or the killers.

You know where he is, don't you?

- I told him I wouldn't
say anything to anyone.

Not even Sister Caroline.

- You can tell me.

You have to tell me,
otherwise he gets himself

killed like Ramon.

- He's gone to a pub by the river.

The Billy Miner.

- Good.

He'll be fine.

- You little bastard.

You want to play some baseball, do ya?

Cricket's my name, nothing
like a day at the oval.

Let me how you my best stroke.

- Hey!

Get on the bike!

So Bigelow shot your brother

and he was ordered to by Tiger, right?

- Yes.

I'd never seen him before.

Only heard the name.

- Well that's because
Tiger's really Roger Tarso,

the man who runs the Colonial Hotel.

- How do you know that?

- Last night, Roger told me that Pio

fired a shotgun at me.

Only Pio could have told him that.

- Ramon had no marks
from that fight with you.

Tiger said to mark him,

and then the British guy shot him.

And...

- Come on.

No kid should have to try so hard.

Just let it go.

- I'm a kid, huh?

Where are my parents?

Where's my brother?

I'm so sorry.

Police? It's Max Havoc.

Listen.

My boy
could have been killed.

Yes, he could have.

Can you get him into the
mission without being seen?

- Yes, absolutely.
- I'm not going to hide.

- Look, Emile, sometimes that's the smart

thing to do, you understand?

They're not going to expect
you to be back there,

so go ahead.

Don't go back to the hotel.

Wait at the mission until I come back.

- Wait.

I want to apologize
for those stupid things

I said at the hotel. I should
have known you were going

to look for Emile yourself.

You were trying to protect me.

I get it. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- Excuse me. What exactly
is going on over there?

- I'll explain when we
get back to the mission.

- I see, fine, well, hm.

Come on, dear.

I can't leave you alone for one minute.

- Oh, mother.
- Come on.

- You still want that
exhibition match, Roger?

You and me, one on one.

- What are you talking about, Max?

- Come on, killer.

- Killer?

Max, you're smarter than
I give you credit for.

- That's enough!

- Lieutenant.

This is the man who
killed Emile's brother.

- What?

- Sister Caroline said that
Andy Bigelow pulled the trigger.

- Yeah, on his orders.

- You're crazy, man.

- I think you've got a bit
of trouble here, Mr. Tarso.

- Oh, what are you going
to do about it, huh?

Nice shot.

- Give me five minutes with him.

- Yeah no, you had your
chance at the pub, all right?

Now go get the boy.

- Wait a minute.

It's not going to be that simple, Roger.

- The boy's already talked.

- So what?

Sister Caroline takes Suzy and her mother

on a location scout for
her next photo shoot.

There was a tragic car accident.

Done.

- Are you crazy?

The media is going to be all over us.

Now we're going to do
this my way from now.

Are you kidding?

Chill out, Lieutenant.

Let me tell you something about Max.

He killed a fighter in the ring with

a flying overhand fist.

It went a little something like this.

- He's dead.

- Max Havoc killed the Lieutenant

the same way he killed a
fighter in the ring years ago.

You witnessed it.

- I saw it all, Gov.

- All right.

Get to the mission.

I'll take care of Max.

- Come on!

Sister Caroline, it's Andy Bigelow.

We got a bit of a problem.

Open up.

We're closed.

- Now Sister.

Max Havoc sent me.

Come on, come on!

- Just one minute.

Bigelow's here and he's not alone.

- You've got to get out of here.

- I'm not running from anyone.

- No, you have to go.

Take Suzy and go somewhere safe.

- Nobody cares about a crappy
old nun and a stage mother.

We'll fine.
- Just go, just go.

- Go, please.
- Max'll be here.

- Call me.

- What do you want?
- Bring me the boy

and the tennis brat
and no one'll get hurt.

Come on, come on.

- How dare you, she's a world champion!

- Oh, shut up.

- You should stop.

Bring her over here.

- God's gonna smite you.

Tie them up!

- Why are we coming here?

It's the last place
anyone will look for us.

- Go, go, go.

Nice work.

- This is Roger.

- Two people just broke
into the boathouse.

- Let me guess.

One of them is small and
the other one is a woman.

Yes.

- All right, keep your eyes on them.

I'll be right there.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah?

- Take our guest and
meet me at the boathouse.

- Sure, I'll take him there.

It's payback time, Tiger.

Looks like you're going to see the inside

of that boathouse after all, Meat.

- What are you doin'?

- The Rum dance.

Max taught me.

You do it before a fight.

- A fight?

- I might have to protect you.

- No one at the club will
ever believe I died in church.

In the Hamptons, maybe.

At Bergdorf's, maybe.

Even the Bloomie's, maybe.

No, not at Bloomie's.

What are you doing?
- Don't, don't, don't.

I'm trying to get my knife.

- What?
- Give me your hand.

- Are you going to stab
me with that thing?

- The thought had crossed my mind.

Take this, I need you to cut it.

- What are you doing?
- Be careful, it's sharp.

- Oh my God.

Just
reach up. Just wait.

Can you get it?
- Yeah.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I'm doing it.

I'm cutting.

I got it.
- Did you get it?

Wait, don't, ah, I need the knife.

Wait.

Here.

Do your feet.

- Come on, come on, this way.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Where are you going?

Oh, God, are you all right?
- I'm okay, I'm okay.

We're locked in, uh-
- What are we gonna do?

- I know, come on.

- Sister Caroline?

Oh my god, I can't see a thing.

Sister Caroline!

- Mr. Havoc.
- Are Suzy and Emile in here?

- No.
- No, no, no.

- I came to watch them burn

and then you showed up.

You're brown bread, son.

Dead.

You bastard!

- Come on, let's get out of here. Come on!

Come on, quick, quick,
quick, quick, quick!

Oh no, help us.

Come on, Sister.

- Mr. Havoc, please I beg you.

Find my daughter.
- Don't worry, I'll find her.

Sister Caroline, where would Emile go?

- He would go where no one
would think to find him.

I don't know.

- I have an idea.
- Yes.

- Don't worry. Don't worry.

- Emile, run!
- Hello.

Stick to tennis, honey.

I mean, we could've had so
much fun together, you and I.

What a waste.

Okay. That's cute.

Did Max teach you some nice
little moves there, Emile?

Too bad he's never going to teach

anybody anything ever again.

All right, boys.

Get it wet.

Burned alive, just like
your parents, eh, Emile?

What a tragic family.

And Suzy, the comeback?

All done.

- It's over, Roger.

Right now Sister Caroline and Denise

are telling the captain at the Parish PD

everything they know.

- No.

No, they're not.

- Yes they are.

Bigelow is dead.

Come on, let them go so you
and I can play your game.

- No more games, Max.

- Emile!
- Hey, my bad.

You son of a bitch!

- Oh that's great anger,
Max. That's fantastic.

Let it out. Come on buddy, let's go.

- Max, I gotta get him to a hospital.

- Come on, champ. Come on,
take me out real quick.

Save the boy's life.

- I don't have all day.

- Let's finish this thing
once and for all, huh?

Oh, okay.

In the spirit of good sportsmanship.

- Get Emile out of here,
and call an ambulance.

Quick.

- Oh Max, I must've
watched that Bangkok fight

a hundred times.

I know your moves better than you do.

Oh, man, you love those
roundhouse kicks, don't you?

Do you think you're a bit
of a show off maybe, huh?

Oh Max, I prefer to attack
and enemy's weakness.

Hurts, doesn't it?

Yeah.

- Max, Max, Max, Max.

I've been thinking about this for years,

only I never pictured
it being this much fun.

Ooh, hoo-hoo.

Max, I gotta tell ya,

I'm a little disappointed.

I thought you'd be a little tougher,

but maybe you've lost
that killer instinct.

So now I'm going to have to kill you.

- Come on, get up.

Still having fun Roger, huh?

- Oh, Max.

There's still one in the chamber.

- Let's get out of here.

So how's Emile?

- He was just released from the hospital.

The bullet went straight
through his shoulder

and he was a little bit disappointed

that they didn't dig it out.

- That would've been so
much more dramatic, though.

- Exactly.

And then Captain Blakemore
of the Parish PD,

they arrested Pio, who couldn't wait

to spill his guts about Tiger's identity:

Roger Tarso, who was the
CEO of a huge corporation

that was trying to buy
up all the real estate

in our Parish to fund his new hotel.

- Wow.

Yeah.

- So what's going to happen next?

- Well, in the meantime,
while we rebuild the mission,

we get to live in the Colonial Hotel.

- What do you mean we?

- Me, Valentine, Emile,
and about 20 of my kids.

Hey, do you remember when you told me

it had been a long time since
you'd had a special friend?

- Yeah.

- I think that's about to change.

What are you doing here
sitting with a nun?

- I'm enjoying her company.

But you're right.

I better get going.

- You're a good man.

- People would argue with that.

- Well, I get my information
from a higher source.

- Thanks, Sister.

- You're welcome.

Hm, not bad.

Darlings, we
have a plane to catch.

- You know what happened to me here?

- You met this guy who wanna take pictures

of you at Wimbledon?

- I found my own reason to stop running.

I found you.

Here's a couple of bucks.

Get lost.

Darlings, we
have a plane to catch.

Are you two listening to me?