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- I don't remember now how it all got started.

But I can tell you how it's all gonna end.

I only ever been good at two things,

killing people's one of them.

I forgot the other.

Name's Cash.

And I'm the toughest, meanest, dirtiest,

most rotten son of a bitch you ever met.

Revolution!

- You motherfucker!

- Get out of the fucking car!

- Let me ask you a question.

Do you believe in justice, Mr. Nortena?

- Why do you ask?

- No reason.

I was just thinking about somebody, that's all.

- Who?

- A ghost from the past.

No one special.

- Senor Gonzales.

- Please.

Call me Hector.

- I'm a crook.

But I'm an honest crook.

I deal in prostitution, gambling,

things of that nature.

Look out your window.

On that street corner.

My son was killed by drug dealers.

They put a bullet right through his head.

Drug dealers working for Pablo Valdez.

Mr. Gonzales.

I know Pablo Valdez works for you.

Let me ask you now, Mr. Gonzales.

Do you believe in justice?

- Jose, stop the car!

- I have powerful friends, Mr. Nortena.

When Uncle Nguyen hears about this--

- He already knows!

He's the one who set this meeting up.

Goodbye, Mr. Gonzales.

- Give me Pablo Valdez.

- Que pasa, hombre?

- Nortena's done.

Nguyen set me up.

The Congs want to move on my territory,

I want you to send them a message.

Give it to somebody good.

Give it to Katanga.

- Katanga is out of town.

He won't be back until tonight.

- Then give it to De La Cruz.

- De La Cruz is on vacation in the Bahamas.

- Fine, give it to Lenny.

Just make sure he doesn't fuck it up.

- Yeah.

- I got a job for you.

- I'm kinda in the middle of something right now.

- It's coming straight from Mr. Gonzales.

- Give me 20 minutes.

- You got 15.

And Lenny, don't fuck this up.

- Go ahead.

- Mr. Shanks.

It's me.

- I know it's you, jackass.

That's why I answered it.

What do you want?

- I got one for you.

- Did you use the chloroform?

Piano wire?

Piano?

You fucking idiot, I need him alive

when we cut him open!

Get me another one.

Use the God damn chloroform this time.

And whatever you do--

- Yeah, yeah, don't fuck it up.

- Good man.

Excuse me.

Is it good or what?

- Primo.

Call your men.

I want two kilos for now.

- Edwards here, give me some good news.

- Donny!

It's Abe.

The appetizers are good.

- Fuckin' A right they are.

What's on the main course?

- Two steaks for Mr. Valdez.

- Now you're talking.

How's he want them cooked?

- Medium rare.

- Fuckin' fabulous.

Dinner's at the Maribou, 8:00 sharp.

Don't stand me up.

Yo, Pop!

Looks like we're going out for Spanish tonight.

- That's what's up.

- What are you guys, a couple of faggots?

- Shut the fuck up, cock sucker!

Hey, Charlie.

Get this fuckin' piece of shit out of my sight.

- Yes, sir.

All right asshole, up you go.

- Yo, Chuck!

Be easy, you're gonna rub off his tattoos, man.

- Lousy fuckin' smack peddler.

- Get me Bill Nguyen.

- Good morning, Hector.

Have you met with Nortega yet?

- You won't believe it.

He never showed up.

- Strange.

I spoke with him earlier today,

he said he was on his way to meet you.

- Who knows.

Maybe he met with some kind of accident.

- That would be unfortunate.

I also have heard on the police scanner

that one of your buildings were seized today.

This too is unfortunate.

- Well, Bill.

I guess it's just a bad fuckin' day for all of us.

Except for you, of course.

But then again, who knows?

The day's not over yet.

- Nortena failed.

Hector knows I set him up.

- We can try again.

Let me kill him.

- Patience, Johnny.

They do things differently here.

We cannot do anything to him in the city.

The Syndicate does not allow it.

- Fuck the Syndicate!

I'm bored of these silly rules!

Forgive me, Uncle.

Will Hector retaliate?

- It's to be expected.

He will find some way to attack us.

But only a minor retaliation.

Hector is a smart man.

He won't defy the Syndicate within the city.

- What about--

- No!

He cannot afford a full scale war!

- I think we should sacrifice someone to him.

Make it easy for him to revenge his honor.

- Who do you suggest?

- We should send Louis Koo, Uncle.

Louis!

Come here.

- Head back to the city.

It's time to teach those teahouse commie fucks

a thing or two about how we do business in America.

- Oh my, my little doe eyed girls.

I wanna spank you.

What can I do you for?

- Coffee.

- That gonna be all for ya?

One cup of coffee, 75 cents.

You fuckin' asshole!

My eyes!

You son of a bitch!

Oh shit!

You ain't safe nowhere!

I'm gonna search high and low!

You son of a bitch, I'm gonna find you!

- A double shot of whisky.

God damn, that's good.

Been 10 years since I've had a drink.

Matter of fact, this is the last place I drank at.

You know, I don't suppose you could help me out, Bartender.

You see, I'm looking for an old friend of mine.

Goes by the name of Gonzales.

Hector Gonzales.

You see, we've lost touch over the years,

and I'm kinda looking forward to getting a hold of him,

if you know what I mean.

Refill.

- Afraid not, stranger.

- This your establishment?

- Yes, sir.

- In that case, I'll try this again,

seeing as how you got a fuckin' picture of him

hanging over the register there.

I'll even ask you nice this time.

Where the fuck is Hector Gonzales?

- I tell you what, Mister.

Why don't you take this 20 right...

- Oh shit.

Guys, he's serious.

Let's get out of here, right now.

- I tried asking nice, now I'm gonna get mean.

- All right, I'll talk, Jesus!

I don't even know him that well.

I just launder money for him,

he's got a dozen places like this all over town.

Look, the only thing I know about him

is he does most of his business out of the...

What the hell?

Oops.

Must be a fuckin' hair trigger.

You still alive down there?

God damn it.

All right, listen up, folks.

I don't want to have to massacre

every one of you sons of bitches,

but I will if I have to.

I'm gonna ask this once and one time only.

Then I'm gonna start shootin'.

Either until you're all dead,

or I run outta ammo.

Whichever comes first.

I'm looking for Hector Gonzales,

who's gonna tell me where to find him.

Been a long time, Pablo.

Piece of shit.

- I tell you, Pete.

If this ain't the most God damn miserable

shit ass fucking hangover on my personal record,

I'll eat my hat.

- Quit your bitchin', Hoss.

I told you to get that doggone air conditioner

fixed last week!

- Uh huh.

- Say, I was up yonder Messaquawki last week,

came across this feller who perished himself

a five pointer right in the roadside.

- Five points, huh?

- Yes sir.

Hell, it's mating season, Hoss.

You know about that buck head you whiffed?

He's gonna suffer to a semi truck!

Ho ho!

- Look sharp, Pete.

We got a fella coming up on our nine,

hellbent for leather.

- Oh, jumping Jehosaphat,

get on him, get on him, get on him, get on him!

- Oh, stay on the bike.

Pete, get on that hostess,

tell him to stay on that bike.

- Sir, do not approach the vehicle, sir.

Return to your motorcycle

in a sitting position.

He ain't listening, Hoss!

- Stubborn son of a bitch!

- Unhand that officer!

Unhand him at once!

Oh, Hoss!

- Hello?

Si.

Who the fuck is this?

- Been a long time, Pablo.

I bet you're wondering how the hell I'm still alive.

What you should been wondering

is how long you've got left to live.

You see, I've been waiting for this day a long time.

So you go tell Hector,

you go tell everybody I'm coming,

you son of a bitch.

And hell is coming with me.

- Mierda!

- Son of a bitch!

Fuck you!

You son of a bitch!

- Listen to this cocky little prick.

- Hector, we've got a problem.

- Tell me about it.

The Congs ticked off the cops,

they raided one of my houses at 9:00 this morning.

- No, we've got bigger problems.

I just got a phone call, from Cash.

- Bullshit.

- No, it's true.

He's alive, and he sounded very upset.

- Son of a bitch.

Oh for Christ's sake, Lenny,

put some fucking tape on his mouth.

You put the word out around town,

and get some people ready, I'll talk to Abe.

I know Cash.

Anybody with half a brain can read his moves.

He'll roll into town, guns blazing,

when he runs out of bullets, we'll get his ass.

He can't hide in this city,

somebody's bound to spot him.

(speaking in foreign language.

Pablo.

- Hector?

- You missed some.

Be back here at 8:30.

- Hey, Boss.

- Yeah?

- What do you want me to do with the body?

- I want him to know who it was.

Get rid of the rest.

- Pablo, my friend.

It seems like we have a problem, huh?

- You never said anything about killing him.

- His pride too high.

You're a far more reasonable man.

We like you, Pablo.

Besides, what do you think he's gonna do to you

when he finds out you're going behind his back?

- The same thing Nguyen will do

when he finds out you're going behind his.

- I deal with that later.

Did you find Louis?

- Si.

- Sucks to be him.

Now, what you got for me?

- Two kilos, primo.

If you want more, I can get it.

Go to my club tonight, send somebody.

10:00.

- You're a good man, Pablo.

- Adios.

- The fourth we get.

Two .

And six .

- Where the hell is that?

- Cambodia.

And the shipment will arrive next week.

- Good man.

Puts a whole new spin on organized crime, don't it?

Go ahead.

- Mr. Shanks.

I got one.

- Good man.

Get some sandwich bags and an ice chest,

and I'll send Monster George over to help you out.

Yeah.

Lenny.

He's a good kid, but he's dumber than two cords

of chickasaw wood.

Make sure he doesn't fuck this thing up.

If he does, I'll be into shit up to my ears.

- With who?

- Who the hell do you think?

The fuckin' Italians.

- Salud! - Salud!

- Who's dealing?

- You're deal, knucklehead.

- Who's making the fuckin' bucatini tonight, huh?

- Abe Shanks.

Abe Shanks.

Abe Shanks.

- Hey, speak of the devil here, eh?

- Tommy!

How's the old man?

- Yeah, he's hanging in there.

What do you got for me?

- I got a package for you.

A gift to your father's health.

8:00 sharp.

- Hey, thanks, Abe.

Look, this really means a lot.

I noticed you and my father

had some rough times in the past,

but I swear, you come through on this,

and all that's old news, we're gonna clean the books.

- Water under the bridge, Tommy.

Water under the bridge.

- 8:00 sharp.

Have some people ready to pick it up.

All right?

- I'm in.

- Nino, you're deal.

- Hey, Doc.

How's my father?

- He's in stable condition.

We have everything prepared and ready to go.

As soon as we receive the organ,

we can begin the surgery.

- Great.

Hey, can I see him?

- The room has been sanitized, Mr. Pagliachelia.

I wouldn't recommend it.

- Thank you, Doc.

- Hello.

- Lenny, you fucking jackass,

did you take care of our business?

- Yeah, choked his ass out with a piano wire.

You got my money?

- Is he dead?

- Yeah, he's dead.

He's dead as, you know,

he's as dead as...

You have my money?

- Nicolli is dead.

The donkey of a man kill him.

- Make him prove it.

- My baby sister wants to see his head.

- I'm kind of in the middle of something.

- You listen to me, you stupid fuck!

You cut off his fucking head,

or I will cut off your fucking balls.

Bring it to me.

Tonight, 8:00.

Fuck.

- Shit.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

I've been working my fucking ass off here.

I don't give a shit.

Fuck you!

I swear, what the fuck are you doing to me

you asshole, fuck you, fuck you!

- Well, have you seen her?

Well if you do, you better tell her ass

to get over here lickity split, with my money.

Yeah.

Yes.

Wait, no wait, hold on.

All right, I gotta go.

You look like shit, buddy.

- Give me a room.

- Gonna be looking for some company later?

If it's just between you and me,

I got some special rooms out back.

Extra hundred bucks,

I can send some chicas over later, no problem.

- Just give me something with a shower.

- Hold on a second.

Kid, get the fuck out of here!

The kid's been running all over the fuckin' place.

The mom's a junky, out sucking cocks for nickel bags.

Sign the log.

- Hi.

What's your name?

- Name's Cash.

- That's a funny name.

Did your mommy give you that name?

What happened to your shirt?

Did you hurt yourself?

- Here.

- What's that for?

- Go buy some candy.

- Cool.

I have some Band-Aids in our room.

I can go get one for you if you want.

- God damn kids.

Give me another, except put some booze in this one.

- Hey, where the fuck do you think you're...

- Hey, hey, hey.

Stop, man.

What are you doing here?

Just get out, man.

We don't want any problems, just get out.

This is a private place.

- Hey!

- What the fuck is this?

- Fucker!

- Pablo!

- Catch.

Puta!

- Fuck you!

- Die!

- Come get me, come on!

Come get me, I'm ready for you!

- Son of a bitch!

- Cash!

- I'm back, motherfucker!

- Everybody down!

- I want all the fucking money in here.

All the money!

I want all the fucking money.

- Okay, okay!

- Come on, I don't have all fucking day dude,

come on, fucker!

Quick!

Puta!

Out!

- Kill him!

Wait.

Wait, Cash, wait.

I can explain.

It was Hector.

Fuck you, Cash!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

You should have died.

You're gonna wish that you had.

I'm gonna fucking kill you,

I'm gonna kill your fucking friends

and your whole fucking family!

- I don't have any friends,

and I don't have any family.

Now shut up and die.

- Wait, Cash, wait.

I know where Hector Gonzales is.

I'll tell you where Hector Gonzales is.

- Where?

- He's got a big warehouse, 196 North Del Ray.

I swear man, I'm telling the truth.

I'm telling the truth.

You see the briefcase over there?

Take a look at it, it's full of money.

It's all yours, man.

Just go ahead and take it.

- There ain't no fucking money in here.

- You're so fucking stupid.

what are you talking about?

That's two million dollars of pure Columbian snow, man.

You can retire with what's in that suitcase.

You're so fucking stupid.

- I got a better idea.

You keep your fucking money.

- Left, left, left!

Come out, motherfucker!

Move slow!

Step forward!

Son of a bitch!

- So, who the fuck is this guy again?

What's his name?

- Cash.

- What's his first name?

- Cash.

- Cash Cash.

- No, it's just Cash, period.

Bing.

You know, with a fucking dot?

- Huh.

- We used to rob banks together back in the day.

And we were good, too.

- Is he a threat?

- That depends.

If you give him what he wants, no.

He'll just go away.

- Well, what the fuck does he want?

- To kill me.

- Oh.

Has he got any family?

- None.

- Huh.

And no last name.

Tell me something, how the hell can somebody

have no family and no last name?

- He was one of those throwaway babies.

They found him in a dumpster

with his fucking umbilical cord

wrapped around his neck.

- Ah...

Jesus, this guy is a real winner, isn't he?

He's got no family, he's got no last name,

I don't see what the problem is.

- The fucking problem, Abe,

is that this guy ain't like anybody else

you've ever seen.

He don't give a shit about living or dying

and he's got nothing to lose.

Cash is like a fucking animal, man.

He'll chew his own goddamn foot off

to get what he wants.

And right now he wants me, dead.

- So what do you want me to do about it?

- Fucking what do you think I want you to do about it, Abe?

For crying out loud, help me out.

Post up guys at every motel in town.

You've got the police in your pocket.

You can get 'em off the streets

faster than I can.

The Congs are gunning for me.

The last thing I need right now

is Cash giving them an excuse

to muscle into my territory.

Or even worse, hooking up

with those little, yellow fucks.

You're neutral as far as they're concerned.

They won't fuck with you.

Now...

Can you help me out here or what?

- Hector, I'll be honest with you.

I got some pretty heavy shit

coming down on me right now.

Umbilical cord or a...

I'll make some calls.

But it ain't gonna be cheap.

- Put him in a wood coat.

I'll give you whatever you want.

And Abe.

Clean up this fucking dump.

- Is this everything?

Well, sure as hell took you long enough.

Ah, beautiful.

A little gift card for the family.

And a little message.

Make sure they get it.

Ah, shit.

You got something to write on?

Take this to the Italians.

8:00.

Not 8:10, not 8:15, not 8:30.

And after you're done with that,

I got something else for ya.

- Who's this?

- Some hard case named Cash.

He's in this city someplace.

Got no friends, got no family,

he's probably holed up in some motel on the strip.

Round up some boys, find him, and dust him.

And Lenny.

Be careful.

They say he's tough.

- Kick it out the back.

Use the van without plates.

- What the fuck is this?

- It's a head, Tommy.

- No shit, it's a head.

It's gotta be some kinda joke.

- Who is it?

- How the fuck should I know?

- Kinda looks like one of Akinza's true.

He runs with a couple of Turks.

- Oh yeah?

Well where the fuck is he?

- In Vegas.

Meeting with La Macas.

- Motherfuckers.

They must've clipped him at the sit down,

just like they did Sonny Bull in '81.

I bet you a double sawbuck

that they're in on it together.

- That fuckin' Abe.

- What do you think it means?

- What do I think it means?

What the hell do you think it means?

What are you, blind over here?

It's fucking obvious what it means.

Abe Shanks is in with the La Macas.

- A gift, he says.

To my father's health?

- Everybody knows this.

- That's the same fucking thing

I said about five minutes ago, for Christ's sake.

- Oh, I know what the fuck this is.

It's an old Sicilian message,

and it means fuck you and your family.

Sincerely, Abe Shanks.

- Go ahead.

- Who the fuck is this?

- Tommy.

You get my message?

- Oh, look at the balls on you,

you miserable cock sucker!

Yeah, I got your fucking message.

I don't know what the fuck it means,

but I do know this.

I'm gonna cut your fuckin' heart out

and shove it down your fuckin' throat!

You want to shit on my family?

You're a dead man, Shanks.

A fuckin' dead man!

- Huh?

- What the fuck is this?

- That's a kidney.

- Whose is it?

- Don't worry about him.

What the fuck is this?

- It's a message from that fucking organ peddler!

Obviously he's working with Hector against us.

- He is not a member of the Syndicate.

He does not have their protection.

This is very foolish of him.

- He must think he's untouchable.

- What the fuck is this?

- I think there has been a mistake.

- Let me do it, Uncle.

Our opportunity is now!

They have offended us!

Come into our territory and spilled blood

on your doorstep!

If we do nothing, they will think we are weak!

Uncle, let me kill Abe Shanks!

- Go to the club first.

Go to the club first.

Take Dragon and Mi Lai with you.

Let them earn their stripes.

- Sleazy Sal at the front desk

says you might want some company.

- Name's Cash.

What's your name?

- Anything you want it to be, baby.

- Cool.

I was driving through Montana, a long time ago.

The sun was out, windows down, I was young.

Just stole a brand new car.

I come up over this hill,

and there's the most beautiful woman I ever seen,

standing on the side of the road.

Like she's waiting for me.

I slammed the breaks in reverse.

"Nice car, Mister." she says.

I asked her if she needed a ride, she just got in.

Two kids with nothing better to do.

We drove into the mountains and made love all afternoon.

It was one of those times where

if I'd of taken a different road

or stopped for gas a little earlier,

we never would've met.

Maybe that would've been a good thing.

- Sup, boys.

Having a sausage fest tonight, are we?

- Listen real close, Bauhaus.

Have you seen this guy, huh?

Do you know this guy, huh?

- He's in 202.

202!

- Come on!

- Cash, come on!

There's some guys coming here, hurry up!

Cash!

- Get down!

- Nice lightning rod you got there.

Smith?

- Remington.

- Sweet.

Well, ain't that a bitch.

Good.

- I don't think he was alone.

There's more out back.

- Stay here.

This is gonna get bloody.

- Are you coming back?

- Not this time.

- So you're Cash.

The meanest, baddest motherfucker on the planet.

Is that right?

- Aw shit, Frankie's down!

- Hey!

- Fucker!

Fuck you!

- I'm looking for Hector Gonzales,

and I'm not gonna ask you twice.

- He runs a club over on the south side of town

with his cousin, Pablo.

It's called the Sole.

That's all I know.

- Thanks.

- Hello?

- DeMaris.

Did you take care of everything?

- Um, no.

- Well, what the fuck happened?

- I think he killed everybody.

- Ah, that sucks.

- I told him about the Sole.

I'm sorry, Boss.

I think I'm gonna die.

- Uh, I'm sorry to hear that too, kid.

Well, I'd probably better leave you alone.

You take care of yourself now.

Okay.

Bye bye.

Are you still there?

Yeah, yeah.

No, no, no, no.

One-way.

I don't care, an island someplace,

you know, someplace real fast.

I need something now.

Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you.

Hey!

- You ask for me?

- Yeah.

I gotta be out of town for a few days.

Something came up.

I gotta see the doctor about these bum fucking legs.

You know, it was a boating accident a couple of years ago.

No, don't ask.

Get a hold of Detective Edwards.

Some guy just greased a bunch of our boys over on 5th.

Some big, mean looking fucker by the name of Cash.

- Cash?

- He's on his way to the Sole right now.

Tell Donny to take care of it.

- No problem.

- And tell everybody out front to keep an eye out.

Some heavy shit just came down across town

and it might spill over into my lap.

- No problem.

- Now listen to me.

Do you think I'm gonna fuck you over

because I'm a cop?

I'm gonna tell you two things, my friend.

First off, I ain't just any kinda cop.

I'm Vice, my man.

Now you know what that shit means?

That means I got my nose in it.

I know you, I know your competition,

I know your supplier, I know your fucking customer.

Hey, you listening to me?

Obviously you ain't, cause I'm offering you

the sweetest fucking deal

you'll ever come across

in your whole rotten fucking life

and you spit on me.

- I am not spitting on you, Donny.

- Number two, there's no middle man.

There's no middle man.

This shit is straight from the evidence locker.

No smuggling it across the border

up some fucking donkey's ass, huh?

I'm talking pizza delivery, my man.

Now you just give the word,

sign on the dotted line, and it's yours, baby.

- How much?

- 35%.

Street value.

- 35%, you're fucking killing me, Donny.

I can get the same off of the slopes or the niggas for less.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- What?

- Don't you use that fucking racist shit around me.

All right?

My fuckin' partner's African American, you understand?

- Donny, I meant no disrespect.

I meant no offense, Donny.

Alls I'm saying is,

35% does not give me much room to breathe.

- All right, listen to me you fat fuck.

I'm giving you 20 kilos at 35%.

I'm not talking about a couple of fucking 8-balls.

Not only do you get the drugs,

you get freedom from search and seizure

and a fucking license to distribute.

Now if that ain't worth it,

I'll take my business over to Johnny Tran,

or fuckin' Abe Shanks on West Hastings.

Shit, I bet Tommy Two Toes would be

real fucking happy if that happened now, wouldn't he?

- Hey now, slow down, Donny.

Why you gotta cuss so much?

Look, I'm a businessman, just like you are.

- Then be a fucking businessman

and make up your fucking mind,

or stop wasting my God damn time.

- Okay.

Now I think about it, 35% works for me.

- Now you're talkin'.

You take this.

That's the bank account.

I'll be back Wednesday.

Hey, you want the stuff gift wrapped?

I'm just kidding witcha.

Be back here Wednesday at noon, huh?

Oh, and say hello to your mother for me, all right?

- All right, Donny.

Fuckin' punk.

- Yeah.

Yeah bro, let's get it started then.

All right, my man just got here,

I'm gonna holla right back.

All right, peace.

What's happening, partner?

- We just made ourselves a little flash cash, my man.

- Word?

Nicky Dollars is in with us for 35%.

- That's what's up.

- Hey, I like your hair. - Yo.

Thanks, baby.

Just caught up with my man, Raymond Sachs.

Yo, he's up for a pound too.

- A pound?

- Yeah, a pound.

- Shit, man, I'm out there busting my ass

for 20 kilos, and alls you could muster up

is a lousy fucking pound?

Jesus man, I swear.

If I didn't love you like a brother,

I'd be tempted to put a bullet in your chest.

Shit.

- Who's that?

- Fuckin' one of Abe Shanks' goons.

Ay yo, where's the fire at?

Uh huh.

What, just one guy?

Why can't you take care of him?

No shit.

What, is he some kind of robot sent from the future?

I mean, come on.

Okay, fine.

What's his name again?

What's his first name?

His name's Cash Cash?

Oh.

Well, excuse the fuck out of me.

- What's that all about?

- Somebody just whacked a bunch of Abe's guys

over on 5th.

They want us to handle it.

- Who is he?

- I don't know, some big, mean looking fucker I guess.

Goes by the name of "Cash".

I think he's heading over to that Spanish joint

on the south side.

- Is that it?

- They said he's tough.

- Tough, huh?

Let's go check his tough ass out.

Better watch that shit for the missus.

- Hey, don't even bring her up, man.

Fucking alimony payments are killing my ass.

- You?

Shit, this mother fucking child support's

all over my ass.

- Yo.

- Who is this?

- Who the fuck is this?

- This is Tommy Two Toes, asshole.

Who the fuck are you?

- Oh, shit.

Mr. Two Toes.

Excuse me.

What can I do for yas?

- A bunch of fucking shit just went down,

and I need your fuckin' help.

- Oh, hey, don't you worry, we heard all about it.

- So you know?

- Ah yeah, it's fuckin' unbelievable.

- You're God damn right it is!

Who told you about it?

- Abe Shanks.

Actually, we got the word from some of his boys.

- Mother fucker!

- Oh yeah, let me tell you something else.

Don't you worry about a fucking thing, Mr. Two Toes.

We're on our way to get this cock sucker right now.

- Abe Shanks?

- That's what I said.

- You talk to Nicky?

- Yeah, just left his place.

- All right, now you listen to me.

I want that cock sucker alive,

you talk to me on this.

Call this number when you get his ass.

All right?

I don't know who else is paying you,

but you play ball with me,

and I'll give you a nice bonus.

- Okay.

- Yeah, the bulls are on it.

- That was fucking Tommy Two Toes.

He wants this cock sucker for himself.

- So what about what Abe said?

- Fuck what Abe said.

What am I supposed to do, say no to the man?

Pop, I'm crazy, but I ain't stupid.

Besides, he says there's a nice little bonus

in it for us.

- Now that's what I'm talking about, baby.

- Hey.

- Want to hit this blunt?

- No thanks.

I got my own.

- Nice pipe, homie.

- Ain't it though?

Fuck, I remember back in high school,

we used to make these fucking things in metal shop.

Shit.

Slow down, we're coming up on it now.

You strapped?

- Always.

- All right, this guy's no fucking punk.

Every gangster in the city wants his ass.

I don't want to take any chances.

Roll up on him, I'll chop his getaway sticks.

It ain't back here.

- What you mean it ain't back here?

It's back there.

- I mean it ain't fuckin' back here,

I'm looking and it aint' back here.

- Come on, man.

God damn, I'm telling you the shit's back here.

- Oh, Christ.

You sure you didn't leave it back in there?

Fuck!

- Man, what the fuck was that, man?

- I don't know, it looked like

a fucking tree or something.

- Yo, fuck, should we call it in?

- No, don't fucking call it in.

We've been smoking up, they got a piss test,

that's an order of crap.

Aw, man, look at this shit!

Jesus.

Looks like some kind of mountain man.

You okay, Pop?

- Yeah.

- Christ, I think he's still alive.

Hey, buddy.

Look at all this money floating around.

Holy shit, Pop, I think this is our guy.

It's all right folks, I'm a cop.

- Take your mask off!

- Shit!

Hey, this is a crime scene, asshole.

Leave the fucking money on the ground, it's evidence.

- Start walking the other way right now.

- Yeah.

Looks like you ain't so fucking tough after all!

- Well, well, well.

Uncle Nguyen.

I told you the day was not over yet.

- This is most foolish of you.

On my own territory, no less.

You must be insane.

- Did you think I was gonna let that shit fly?

And then you offer up one of your toadies?

Come on, Bill.

It would take more than that.

- But the Syndicate.

- Call me an optimist,

but I'll take my chances.

- You wouldn't dare.

- You know, Bill, there's something

I've always wanted to tell you.

- And what's that?

- Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucker.

Talk.

- Mr. Gonzales.

- Katanga.

Welcome back.

How's things?

- Not so good.

There was a massacre at the club.

Pablo Valdez is dead.

- Who was it?

- Sounds like it was just one guy.

- Cash.

Dumb fuck.

- Who?

- Don't worry about it.

What happened to him?

- Couple of cops picked him up

outside the club.

Fucked him up pretty good.

Put him in the trunk of their car, took off.

- Good.

Round up the boys.

We're heading over to Abe's.

- How's it going there, boys?

Heard you had a little trouble

taking care of this guy.

Fuckin' pussies.

- Where the hell is he?

I'm freezing my nuts off over here.

- He's right here.

What you gonna give me?

Is that all?

You sure your boss ain't going skimpy on the poontang?

I'm just playing, man.

Toss him the keys, Pop.

- Nice catch, buddy.

- You can do better than that, asshole.

- Yeah.

- I swear to God, you fuckin' guys crack me up.

Lighten up a little, huh?

- Fuck you, putana.

- Oh, big tough man.

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

You'd get more pussy that way.

- Yeah.

- Let's take a look at this guy here.

I want to see the white of his eyes, that prick.

- Where's the Mossberg?

- In the seat in the back.

- Yeah.

It ain't back here.

It ain't fuckin' back here, I'm looking,

and it ain't back here.

- Come on, man, God damn,

man I'm telling you this shit's back here.

- Oh Christ, you sure you didn't leave it back in the...

Trunk!

- Surprise, motherfucker.

- Wait, don't shoot!

Pop!

Cock suckers!

He got away.

- Fuck!

That fucking bastard clipped Pino and fuckin' Frankie!

- That son of a bitch must've ambushed him.

- He probably had a whole fucking crew laying in wait.

Even clipped that fucking Ricky Canelli.

Get that iron out and load up.

We'll take him on his own ground.

I want you to fucking call Damete and Paulie Wax.

Tell Paulie to have the fucking car ready out back.

Fuckin' Abe Shanks thinks he can fuckin' hide from me?

That fuckin' weasel?

I'm gonna put a bullet hole

through his fucking skull

and piss through the middle of it!

- You better be fuckin' ready!

Come on!

- All right, I want you two guys to stay with me.

You, tell those guys on the south end

to keep those bay doors shut.

Mother fucker.

- Mother fucker!

Stay with me, boy.

Oh yeah?

The five orange faggots?

What are you doing here?

What, you fuckin' nip bastard.

- I'm gonna slice your fuckin' neck open.

Fuck!

- Fuck both of you Dixie douche bags.

- Fuck you, Hillbilly Joe motherfucker!

- Why don't you shut the fuck up!

- Fuck.

- Listen up, ladies.

I'm looking for a guy, goes by the name of Gonzales.

Hector Gonzales.

I know he's in here.

All of you can make it real easy on yourselves

and just get the fuck out of my way.

Otherwise, it's gonna get real painful.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Name's Cash.

Who the fuck are you?

- What the hell is going on here?

- What the fuck is going on here, man?

- You think I'm scared of you, you dumb fucking ox?

You think I'm scared of dying?

I ain't afraid of fuckin' shit.

- Shut the fuck up!

- You think you're tough 'cause you got a gun?

We all got guns, shit stain.

- Shut the fuck up! - Shut the fuck up!

- Fuck you!

- So what you gonna do now?

I said what you gonna do now?

Kill us all?

- You God damn right.

- Shit!

- Fuck!

- What are you doing, Boss?

Get the fuck out of here.

I'll cover you, get out of here!

- Shit!

Fuck!

Oh shit!

Hey, look!

Hey, don't shoot man!

I can use a guy like you,

I can give you...

- Hey...

- You like that, motherfucker?

You had enough, old timer?

- Come on out.

Let's enjoy the party.

You all right, man?

Need some help?

- Where the fuck is Hector Gonzales?

- Man, why you do that for?

- What the fuck is going on here?

God damn it.

I told you this guy was good, Jesus.

Looks like fucking Jonestown is here.

Where the fuck you going?

You should've seen this guy in his fuckin' prime.

I'm talking about bad motherfuckin' Leroy Brown.

Look at these sorry fuckers.

Yes, you are brutal!

I'm serious.

I remember this time back in '83...

We did this job out in San Antonio.

Cash grabbed this big Samoan,

and he twists his fucking head, I kid you not,

180 degrees from his fucking shoulder.

It was fuckin' nasty.

It's the kinda thing that makes you shiver

when you see it for real.

Go check on Sanchez, will you?

Let's see if he went the whole nine yards.

Cash.

You son of a bitch.

If you weren't all covered in blood and brains right now,

I'd fucking kiss you.

What the hell are you doing down there anyway?

What is that?

A claw hammer?

Give me a fucking break.

You stupid son of a bitch.

Don't you know how to quit?

Johnny Tran.

You fucking punk.

I never did like you much.

- They say Tommy Two Toes is out front

lying in a pool of his own brains.

- This is fucking surreal.

Don't pass out yet.

We're just gettin' started.

Listen.

I appreciate all the shit you did here tonight.

Unfortunately, the rest of the Syndicate won't.

It's basically good news for me,

and bad news for you.

Bad for you because I can't just

put a bullet through your thick head,

as much as we'd both want that.

No.

That'd be a slap on the wrist

as far as the rest of the Syndicate is concerned.

And...

Since I can't fake torturing you all night long,

we're just gonna have to do it for real.

Cheer up, big guy.

I'm the king of this fucking city now.

And I owe it all to you.

- I had a feeling when they let me out of my cage

I'd be walking down a dead end road.

But I've been doing that ever since

the day they pulled me out of the jaws

of that fuckin' dumpster.

So I guess it don't make no difference anyway.

I was in love with a girl once.

She's dead now.

I could try and explain it to ya,

try to make it mean something to ya,

but I ain't no fuckin' poet.

And you wouldn't understand it anyway.

- I don't know.

Some kind of vigilante.

He walked into my club, killed my friend, Pablo,

and somehow found his way to Abe's place.

Jesus, it's a fucking bloodbath.

Tommy Two Toes, Johnny Tran.

Bill Nguyen is dead too.

Oh my God.

You spoke with Detective Edwards?

Yeah, I got the guy.

We'll keep him here for ya.

Talk to him?

Well, he's a bit fucked up

if you know what I mean.

My boys went a little overboard.

Okay, I'll get him ready.

Is he still conscious?

- Oh yeah, he's still conscious.

- He's one tough son of a bitch.

It's too bad he ain't on our side.

- All right.

I want to see him.

The fucking suspense is killing me.

Man.

It must suck to be you.

God damn it, Cash.

You stubborn son of a bitch.

You should've never come back.

Look at you.

Your fucking hand looks like a pound of roast beef.

Christ, man, you're giving me the willies.

I gotta admit though.

You do have some balls.

Not for long, 'cause these guys here,

they're gonna rip those back wheels off

and shove 'em down your throat.

But for the moment, you do have some balls.

Now, I know it must've pissed you off

when old Pablo shot you in the bank,

but man, I wish I could've seen your face

when you got back to that fuckin' motel.

I gotta hand it to you, Cash.

You know how to pick 'em.

That bitch was one sweet piece of ass,

I mean that figuratively.

And literally, of course.

You see, your problem, Cash,

is you never been too bright.

She knew that too.

Oh, you're one hell of a bulldozer,

but you never could think ahead.

That's why you never stood a chance against me.

When you went away, I was just a two bit hustler.

Now look at me.

I'm one step away from being a fucking god.

And I owe you, man.

I owe you big time.

Well, Cash, old buddy.

I'd love to stick around

and reminisce with you about the good old days,

but I've got a city to run.

Looks like this might be the last time

we get a chance to speak.

So, if you've got anything to say to me,

now's the time.

What?

I'm sorry, did you say something?

- Fuck you, Hector.

You probably don't know what it's like

to hate somebody so bad

it rots your guts like a rusty bullet.

So as the only thing you care to see

is that person die,

and the only joy you find

is when their eyes turn cold and dead

right in front of ya.

You probably don't know what it's like.

But it feels pretty damn good.

- That's a nice car, Mister.

- Ah, it's not mine.

In fact, I stole it.

Want a ride?

- You look like hell.

- Name's Cash.

Would you like a drink?

Cool.

- So, where we heading?

- Wherever.

Revolution!

- Gonzales.

- I'm a crook.

But I'm an honest crook.

I deal in prostitution, gambling,

things of that nature.

Look out your window.

- What's on the main course?

- Two steaks for Mr. Valdez.

- Now you're talking.

How does he want them cooked?

- Medium rare.

- Fuckin' fabulous.

- You know, he's as dead as...

You have my money?

- I was in love with a girl once.

She's dead now.

I only ever been good at two things.

Killing people's one of them.

And I'm the toughest son of a bitch you ever met.

I'm looking for a guy, goes by the name of Gonzales.

- When you went away, I was just a two bit hustler.

Now look at me.

I'm the king of this fucking city now.

- I'm back, motherfucker!

- This guy ain't like anybody else we've ever seen.

- Name's Cash.

- He don't give a shit about living or dying,

and right now he wants me dead.

- What you gonna do now?

Kill us all?

- You're God damn right.

See, I've been waiting for this day a long time.

You go tell everybody I'm coming, you son of a bitch.

Hell is coming with me.