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My name is Domino Harvey.

My name is Domino Harvey.

/ am a bounty hunter.

What I say over the next few hours

will determine whether or not I spend the rest of my life in prison.

Miss Harvey, my name is Taryn Mills.

I'm a criminal psychologist working for the FBI.

I'm here to ask you a few questions.

Here's where I'm supposed to get all defensive and say:

«Not until I speak with my attorney. «

I'll tell you everything I know.

36 hours ago, $10 million was stolen from an armored car

that was subsequently found abandoned at the Hoover Dam.

The driver's name was Locus Fender.

We know he was in on the heist.

We know he was in on the heist.

Is it true you were hired to capture the thieves and deliver them

to Drake Bishop, owner of the Stratosphere Hotel and Casino?

Yes.

You then learned where the money was hidden.

And your employer instructed you to retrieve the money yourself.

We were sent out to the Fender Compound,

in the desert.

This way.

Alright, on my go.

Watch your ass on this one.

Go.

Sic 'em, boy! Sic 'em!

Chi Chi?

That's my best friend.

His name is Choco.

He's always fancied me, but too shy to do anything about it.

Edna! Chi Chi's in doggy hell.

All we want is the money.

That's Ed Moseby, the most legendary bounty hunter in Los Angeles.

He's my boss, my mentor, the father I never had.

My poor Chi Chi!

We were made to memorize details of the imaginary action.

What else?

«Manchurian Candidate», eh, Edna?

Is that you, Domino?

Nice to see you, darling.

Your father must be so proud.

Look what's become of his little angel.

Bitch, we've got your son! Give us the money or we wax his arse!

You don't have shit!

Hey, Choco.

Show her.

He's still alive, Edna!

Prove it!

Choco! Go get him.

First question, for 20 pounds.

Jack, Anatomy, a human being is usually born with how many toes?

We got to show Edna her son.

That's our driver Alf.

He's from Afghanistan.

He once ate a cat.

We can't pronounce his name so we call him

«the cat-eating alien».

Fucking…

What does that mean?

Shut the fuck up.

How did Locus Fender lose his arm?

He had the combination to the safe tattooed on it.

Mama? Mama.

Locus!

Mama.

Baby, I'm here.

Please.

You got to do as I say.

The combination is on my arm.

My God.

Mama, you got to get the decoder.

Please. Mama.

Put your weapon down.

Put it down, Mama.

Put your fucking weapon down!

/'// have to start at the beginning.

I'm her boss.

I'm already a cool motherfucker.

/ employ bounty hunters.

I'm here to speak for all people of mixed race in America.

I'm sorry?

Now we're number one.

Number one.

Brilliant.

Where's my money?

/ fucking loved that show.

Maybe one of you will survive.

Put it down, Mama.

Put your fucking weapon down!

You got 10 minutes to open that safe, Edna.

Fuck you.

I've never killed anyone.

/ hope to never kill anyone, even if they deserve it.

My agenda is to kick arse and secure the bounty.

On this side of the law, I can live the low life and avoid jail.

/ can live the nasty and not do time for it.

It's the best of both worlds.

That other world, the 90210 world,

is not for me.

Is that him? Is that your dad?

My real father was an actor.

He died when I was a little girl.

Hi, Ben.

What the hell are you doing? What's the matter with you?

I knew Frank.

Who didn't?

Edna. You know what, sweetheart?

You got 7 minutes to open that goddamn freezer

or I'll flush that fucking arm down the toilet.

Fucker!

You're wondering how a girl like me arrived here,

in the Nevada desert with a bloody Winnebago and a one-armed man.

The Dept. of Motor Vehicles in Los Angeles.

His name is Frances.

Mr. 90210 college boy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hey, yeah. What's up?

Okay.

Look, I said…

They're about to call my number.

Are you in or are you out?

Make up your mind because they're about to call my number.

Right now. They're about to call my fucking number.

Alright.

We're on.

Now serving G086.

Hey.

Kee Kee.

Kee Kee said you could deliver the IDs tonight.

I need that Web link. The J-Lo concert's probably sold out.

Kee Kee don't make the rules.

Listen…

bitch.

I don't think you understand who the fuck you're dealing with.

I could make your job disappear like that.

Kee Kee said tonight.

Tonight, 8 p. m.

Anything else?

Nope.

Goodbye, Frances.

Goodbye, Lateesha.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em all.

Lateesha, Frances and the four fake IDs is where it all went wrong.

Where's the money?

I don't know.

I think you're lying. You know exactly where it is.

You want to scare me into falsely incriminating myself. It won't work.

Last chance. Once I walk out, I won't be able to help you.

When I was a girl, my father told me that if you weren't careful,

you could lose everything you've ever earned in a split second.

You have to know when to cash out.

Go! Go!

Thank you.

«He will wipe away every tear, and death will be no more.

Neither will mourning nor outcry, nor pain be any more.

The former things have passed away.

And look, I am with you all the days

until the conclusion of the system of things. "

After Dad passed on,

Mum hit the town to find another husband with cash.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Wynn.

– Good holidays? – Absolutely.

Domino, it's nearly time.

– I love you. – Love you too.

Bye. Got to go.

Bye.

She socked me and my goldfish Sammy away in boarding school.

A week later, Sammy died.

It was a pivotal moment in my life.

/ decided to never invest too much emotion in one thing.

It's a set-up to the pain of losing them.

God created me in his image.

/ guess he had a thing for models.

Like most models,

/ was bored with life.

/ hated everything. And everyone.

If you think America is dirtbag central,

you've never seen the sleaze nation of our Queen Mother.

/ hope all this won't change you.

One thing we'd like to change. You said lan's name wrong.

– That's right. It's Ian. – Ian Ziering, not Ian Ziering.

It's Ian. Since birth.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

Mum moved us to Beverly Hills.

That damn show started it all.

She remarried to a man named Mark Waldman.

He invested in a restaurant called The Hard Rock Cafe.

Domino, give the goddamn numchuks a rest already.

It's time for supper. Come on, baby.

/ tried Beverly Hills High for a spell, but it didn't work out.

/ hated them.

/ hated them all.

Five, six, seven, eight! We are Alpha Omega!

College was even worse. Mum convinced me to join a sorority.

It was all fun and games at first.

Then the hazing started.

This is fucking disgusting.

Disgusting.

Look at these mosquito bites.

What's it like to have the body of a 10-year old boy?

Have you had a nose job?

No.

A week later I was expelled.

In the end, it came down to fate.

An L. A. Weekly advert strewn across the ground.

Claremont Williams III.

The legendary bail bondsman.

I'm here for the bounty hunter seminar.

Cash.

Keep the change.

As a bail bondsman, I'm go-between for the court and the accused.

For a 10% fee, I will guarantee the amount set by the court.

If the defendant should fail to appear at his or her court date,

I will bring in a bounty hunter to recapture the defendant.

Or I will face having to repay the court costs myself,

which we can't do.

Now, this occurs most…

frequently when the collateral

or the guarantee given to the bondsman

turns out to be worthless or difficult to liquidate.

So in layman's terms,

we get 10% of the bail.

Now, in a moment, Ed Moseby will take the podium

and begin the seminar on how to become a bounty hunter.

Meantime, take a coffee break, pee break, whatever you need.

We start in the next few minutes, thank you very much.

Hey. How about it?

Want to ride some bounty hunter cock?

Fuck you, dickhead.

Bitch.

Excuse the fuck out of us.

We got to ditch this thing.

Gentlemen. It has been a pleasure.

Bathroom window, 5 minutes.

I'll keep the engine running.

Nobody knows where Ed came from.

This much is clear.

The man's been places, seen things, lived life.

He did a term in Soledad and in Angola.

The man's a warrior.

To say that Choco is the product of a broken home

is to presume a home existed.

No. Choco never had a home.

Unless you count the 10 or so juvenile correction facilities

where he spent his childhood.

Damn!

What the fuck is this?

Where the fuck are you going? Those people paid for a seminar!

Where do you get off fucking up my windshield? Bitch!

I want a job!

Jesus-fucking-Christ, lady. Everybody wants a goddamn job.

What makes you think you can do this one, huh?

I've been training since I was 12.

Knives, guns, throwing stars. You name it, I can fight with it.

I'm a hard worker and a fast learner.

Nothing scares me. I'm not afraid to die.

Why would a delicate thing like you

want to be a goddamn bounty hunter?

I want to have a little fun.

You want to have a little fun?

Well, little girl, you want a job?

Yeah.

It'll cost you a new windshield.

Enough of that «little girl» shit. The name is Domino.

Domino.

Domino what?

No, just Domino.

Let's take a ride.

The kid's name is Hector Maldonado. Nineteen years old.

His mom posted bail after his arrest for a drive-by in Hawthorne.

He speaks perfect fucking English.

He just thinks it's cute when he's around a good-looking woman.

Yeah, listen, Louise.

You can make this easy or real complicated.

For 200 dollars, Louise gave us her boyfriend's whereabouts,

a gangbanger hangout across the street.

What's his problem?

Latin petulance. Hold off. Give me a minute with him.

Come on, princess, spit it out.

Why do we need a bitch on the team? You don't like what I'm doing?

I can hear you.

Take a walk and let me handle this.

First, she ain't on the team yet. Okay?

Second of all,

take a look at her.

I mean, come on, she ain't ugly.

You and I walk down the street, and people see two losers, right?

We add her to the equation, you know what people will think?

What?

«There goes two of the coolest motherfuckers who ever lived. "

You know what?

I don't know about you, but I'm already a cool motherfucker.

Yeah, well, sometimes you got your own tongue up your ass.

You fucking pendejo.

/ could feel the blood coursing through my veins.

Merry Christmas. You ever use one of these?

Ever heard of the Beverly Hills Gun Club?

Shotgun in hand,

kicking down a door, wondering if there's firepower on the other side.

Domino, you cover the side. Choco, you cover the rear.

On my word.

Turns out my first raid was to be a near-disaster.

That bitch Louise set us up. Hector was hiding under her bed.

What's up, fool?

Creep, three po-pos going to kick in your front door.

Fuck. You serious?

On my go.

Go.

Put your gun down, motherfucker!

Put your shit down, motherfucker! You little bitch! Don't move!

That night, my coin was tossed.

Heads, you live. Tails, you die.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Life or death.

What the fuck you doing, man?

This ain't Sunset Boulevard.

My destiny was life.

Life as a bounty hunter.

What the fuck you doing, man?

Put that shit down, homey!

What the fuck you doing, bitch? Step back, motherfucker!

What the fuck you want?

We're not cops, we're bounty hunters. All we want is Hector.

Fuck you and the po-pos, bitch!

Tell me where he is and I'll give you…

You'll what?

Sometimes a girl has to be naughty to get herself out of a jam.

I'll give you a lap dance.

Fuck you, bitch.

I'll give you a lap dance, bra and panties on.

If I wanted a lap dance, I'd go to a strip joint.

Come on, you and me.

You know you want it.

What do you think, Don?

Let's see what the fuck this bitch is working with.

– I'm offering it to you, baby. – Is that right?

Take off your clothes, bitch.

Sit down.

That's right, girl. That's right.

It worked. We got the scoop on how to find Hector.

Two weeks later, we nailed him.

Claremont was Charlie to our three Angels.

The DMV is the de facto conduit for all humanity.

Everyone we track down has a record in the DMV database.

Be it the LAPD, social services, the credit bureau or the FBI,

they all use the DMV database as their hub.

So we have people on the inside who feed us the information.

There you go, right there.

Shit. And who would know it?

The gatekeepers of humanity are a bunch of sassy black women.

Excuse me?

He said he liked your suit.

Tell him what you said.

Yeah, I like your suit.

After 6 months, Claremont hired Alf to drive us around.

We were so busy.

/ didn't know the FBI liked to keep tabs on us bounty hunters.

Ed, what did you do before you were a bounty hunter?

I played music. I was a musician.

Really?

What, in a band?

You ever hear of Stevie Ray Vaughan?

Wait, you're shitting me.

Stevie and I hooked up in Austin.

Back in the day, we did the bus tour thing together.

Played every goddamn small club that would have us.

Yep. Man, me and that boy, we tore it up.

Holy shit.

We played some with Pat Benatar, but only when I needed cash.

Fuck off. I love Pat Benatar.

Hey, so did I.

That's another story.

Love is a battlefield, baby.

How did you meet Choco?

I met Choco on the street,

a few hours after he got out of lockup.

He was standing in a pair of jailhouse slippers.

He didn't have a nickel or a place to sleep.

We started talking and I liked him. Like a little brother.

Worst thing in the world is to be caged up.

That boy's been there, and he ain't never going back.

Even if it costs him his life.

What you looking at, darling?

Nothing.

Put the fucking gun down!

Put the fucking gun down!

Choco grew up on the streets of Venezuela.

At age 4, he stabbed another kid in the eyeball with a pencil.

The fuck?

There were wires crossed somewhere in his soul.

You fucking crazy!

In 2003, I was named Bounty Hunter of the Year.

To the woman who has brought beauty and grace to this profession.

Domino Harvey!

From that day on, Eddie, Choco and I were inseparable.

The three sassy black women and Raul were the gatekeepers of humanity:

The DMV.

Lateesha was one of Claremont's many mistresses.

Claremont was godfather to us all.

Look at that luscious action. Look at that.

I'm getting you a pair of glasses.

That's an ass.

Weather's going to be great today. Lots of sunshine.

Cool temperatures, at 76 degrees.

A guy could get used to a life this ordinary.

Maybe you should fuck her mom too.

What is your problem, bitch?

So who is this «Choyko»?

Mum was terrified for me. She didn't approve of my lifestyle.

Is he a new boyfriend?

Jesus.

It's Choco and he's not my boyfriend. He's a bounty hunter.

Whatever. He's a criminal.

And that Ed Moseby character, he's a complete loser.

He knew Frank Sinatra.

Who didn't?

We may have been dysfunctional, but we worked.

We were family.

Do you know this man?

He's a reality TV producer.

His name's Mark Heiss.

He was very generous in turning over some videotapes to the FBI.

There's lots of footage of you.

We know everything.

We know everything.

Mark Heiss was friends with Mum.

I hate this. They changed the fucking font!

She's stupid.

You're not stupid.

– Get Cynthia on the line. – Domino's in the lobby.

They changed the fucking font.

Domino's in the lobby. She's been waiting.

Put her in the conference room.

He wanted to put us on television.

Mr. Heiss is only available to meet for about 5 minutes,

so we should cut to the point.

And I recommend speaking in short sentences

because he has the attention span of a ferret on crystal meth.

Mum was horrified and tagged along to keep me from signing anything.

I've seen that.

Excuse me?

A ferret on crystal meth.

You don't speak Spanish?

This is L. A. You should speak Spanish.

Okay, everybody has water.

He should be here any second.

Oh, here he is.

Sophie.

Hello.

Sorry, guys, about the wait. I'm having font issues.

Let me cut to the chase because I have a conference call.

We want to follow you around with a camera crew for a week.

The last pilot episode we did is not testing well.

We got too many rednecks.

It's too much like COPS. We need…

We need something sexy…

… something different.

We need Domino.

We need Domino.

Listen, friend.

We ain't going to do this unless the whole team gets equal coverage.

You're not her father, Ed. No one cares what you think.

With all due respect, Mom, I'm her boss.

She's on my team. Okay?

Unless we all get equal coverage,

we're all walking the fuck out of here together.

Equal coverage or we all walk.

Done! Okay.

The whole team, we follow it.

Mark, can you guarantee that Domino's name won't be tarnished?

Sophie, this is reality television.

What you see is what you get.

You will be exploited, your story won't be told truthfully

and your life will never be the same.

I beg you.

I beg you not to get involved with this drivel.

No offence, but we both know that this is drivel.

No offence taken.

If she's to be in anything, she should be in the center.

Sure. Okay.

Done.

Talk it over. I have to take this call.

Cynthia, you changed the fucking font on the promo! Why?

/ felt like a hypocrite, given my hatred of Hollywood.

But I'll admit…

/ wanted my story told.

/ wanted everyone to know the things I'd done.

/ wanted some recognition.

We'll do it.

We'll do it.

God help us. God help us all.

It was the beginning of the end.

Jerry! Jerry!

Welcome back!

We're here in LA. with mixed-race single mothers.

Our next guest is proud to be in

the Guinness Book of Records

as America's youngest grandmother.

And she's only 28. Please welcome Lateesha Rodriguez!

Lateesha was our prime contact at the DMV.

Most of our bond certificates came from Claremont through her.

Hey, Jerry!

– Lateesha. How are you? – I'm fine.

What's going on?

I'm here to speak for all people of mixed race in America.

As a Blactino woman I believe we deserve our own race category.

That's how I feel.

Did you just say «Blactino»?

Yes. I'm a Blactino American.

First of all,

you don't even look Latino. You look black. You're black.

Second of all, I'm of mixed race.

I've struggled my whole life as to whether I'm Chinese or black.

We're American.

What you are is Chinegro.

«Chinegro. "

There you go.

You are a Chinegro.

What the… is Chinegro?

Chinegro is you.

What? That's some bullsh…

You brought a mixed race flow chart with you.

– I did. – Why don't we bring that out?

– How you doing, sugar? – I'm good.

I'm going to call you later, hear?

Now, Jerry, take a look at this.

Blactino. Blackasian. Hispasian. Okay?

For the Asian subcategories, I got you, sister.

We have Chinegro. That's you. Chinegro.

That is not a word.

Yes, it is, sister. We have Koreagro.

Japegro. Okay? We got Japegro.

Chispanic. Koreaspanic.

And last but not least, check this out, y'all, Japanic.

That's how I flow with it.

You believe the government should recognize these racial subgroups?

Yes, I do.

You're taking away stuff from…

First of all, let me tell you.

From one Blactino woman to another, our concern is education.

You ever hear of that?

You're a 28-year-old grandmother.

Yes, I am.

You need to add another category.

It's called birth control, bitch!

– Okay, check this out. – Birth control, bitch.

I am educated, you Blactino bitch.

– What? – I'm a DeVry graduate.

Yes, my daughter's a single mother, but she a straight-A student.

– I'll kick your ass! – Bring it, bitch.

Jerry! Jerry!

Come on, Bri, we're late.

Fucking MapQuest. I told you, never again with that shit.

Guys.

How are you?

Come meet Domino.

Domino. Meet the co-hosts of Bounty Squad.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

Fucking 90210. I couldn't get away from it.

Later on I realized Mum had gotten to Heiss

and pulled some strings.

Ian Ziering.

How you guys doing? I'm Ian.

Brian Austin Green, Domino.

Copi… Choco.

Coco?

Choco.

Choco. Sorry.

The man from Afghanistan has made significant changes to the RV.

Oh, my God.

Are those real bones?

Monkey bones?

Shrunken heads?

For my family.

I drive these bounty hunters for a free Afghanistan.

I didn't know this was a political show.

Alf grew up in the Russian invasion of Afghanistan.

He'd wanted to be part of the revolution.

But it seemed to pass him by.

At 14, he decided that explosives would be his speciality.

His eyebrows never grew back.

Action.

Ed, what kind of background should someone have

to go into bounty hunting?

How does jail sound?

So tell me. Do you boys hunt?

I killed a squirrel…

… once.

Let me tell you something:

Once you hunt a human being,

you'll never hunt an animal again.

It's a different kind of rush.

The problem is, when you've done it for as long as I have,

all you got to show for it is an empty bank account…

… and IBS.

IBS?

It's Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

You got a spastic colon? That's hysterical.

My grandmother has one of those.

Does your grandmother hunt?

I don't know. Maybe.

Why don't you shut the fuck up then?

You were supposed to talk about the health care crisis.

Exactly. Why would you use Jerry Springer as a platform

for a race modification proposal?

I don't think Ted Koppel would book Lateesha Rodriguez.

Not a chance.

Not a chance in hell.

Jerry is one of the only forums our people have, baby.

I thought more face-time on Springer

would give me a chance at a book deal or correspondence gig on BET.

Because that Jenny Jones bitch got cancelled.

Montel would've been better.

Lateesha's granddaughter, Meeka, had a rare blood disease.

Her white cell count was dropping.

Dad?

We need money.

I got an idea.

What?

Armored car business.

We signed a new insurance policy in Nevada. There's a loophole.

Claremont Williams.

Bail bondsman.

Armored car service.

Bounty hunter service.

An unusual combination.

Me and Claremont are working on a plan to get money for Meeka.

A real good plan, baby.

Did you know that Lateesha Rodriguez ran a fake driver's license racket?

That's the word on the street.

You drove Lateesha's girl to school, then her to the DMV. Why?

Her car was in the shop.

How convenient…

the morning you call in sick,

I turn on TV and see you all over Jerry Springer.

Jerry! Jerry!

Never heard of TiVo?

You think I can afford TiVo? What do you want? I got work to do.

I got a call yesterday from our health care provider.

They said you tried to pass your granddaughter off as Kee Kee

at City Terrace Community Hospital.

You forged the age on the application for some sort of operation.

HMOs don't cover grandchildren. What am I suppose to do?

That operation is $300, 000. Where am I get the money, Pat?

You should've thought about that before you became a grandmother.

Fuck you.

You got two weeks to clear out your desk.

It kept getting worse for Lateesha.

What?

Did I stutter? Two weeks.

No one could've expected what happened next.

And a couple of FBI agents want to talk to you.

You're going to jail for a long, long time, Lateesha.

Unless you cooperate with us.

Their names were Cosgrove and Wilson.

Someone had tipped them off to Lateesha's counterfeit scam.

But that's not what they were after.

I'm listening.

In 10 minutes, a college kid named Frances will go to your window

and ask for four counterfeit IDs.

You can help us. We want to know what he's up to.

Look at you. You got your hair did, your nails looking all good.

You go to jail, that's all going to go away.

You won't see your kids for a long time.

– Think about your kids. – It'll be long as hell.

So Lateesha decided to do something very foolish.

Frances just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Okay. He and three friends are going to hijack an armored truck.

They're going to walk away with ten million in cash.

Ten million.

Now serving G086.

Hey.

Sunshine for sure. Cool temperatures, at 76,

the downtown area barely breaking that 70-degree mark.

66 was the high yesterday. Overnight lows dropped to 48.

Y'all, Lateesha done dug herself a deep hole.

And she can't get out by herself.

Y'all dig what I'm saying?

We're in that hole together. We dig together. We're a team.

Like Billy Ocean says: «When the going gets tough… "

«The tough get going. "

There are three kinds of people…

The rich,

the poor…

and everyone in between.

You should see what I'm dealing with. An armored truck that's empty.

Mr. Wonderful's pulling up now.

That's Drake Bishop,

owner of the Stratosphere.

He's worth a billion dollars, ten million of it recently stolen.

His attorney, Burke Beckett.

I'm Detective Chris Cudlitz.

We know who you are.

Where's my money?

We should look at the tapes.

At 6: 23 a. m., your truck pulls into the parking lot

and turns the engine off.

Rewind, please.

Rewind the tape.

Freeze the tape.

Freeze the tape.

Can you zoom in?

Zoom in, please.

Are you a fucking mockingbird? Will you shut the fuck up?

Nancy Reagan.

I think that's Hillary Clinton.

Fat ankles.

That's Barbara-fucking-Bush.

Jacqueline Onassis to her left.

It's the goddamn First Ladies.

If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Bishop…

– What's in those bags? – You don't have to answer.

Shut up, Burke.

Ten million dollars. Cash.

Don't tell me it was a hijacking.

How'd you get me in this position, Burke?

Mr. Bishop? You have urgent call, sir.

Yeah? Bishop.

This is Claremont Williams, Williams Bros. Armored Car Service.

Hold on a minute, please.

Let me isolate it.

Yesterday I received an e-mail from a source.

In this e-mail were four Social Security numbers

linked to fake California driver's licenses.

/ believe these gentlemen robbed us, sir.

I'm also a bail bondsman.

I can deliver these thieves to you for a small finder's fee.

Yeah. How much?

Just $300, 000.

What if you don't deliver?

My theft insurance will have to fork over the ten million.

That'll take between 6 and 8 months.

But I employ bounty hunters.

They can and will track down these thieves.

Deliver these crooks to me and you've got yourself a deal.

300, 000.

Thank you, sir.

Crime boss Anthony Cigliuti.

Bishop's attorney had put his boss in business with the Mob.

They're asking for a finder's fee.

Finder's fee? That's bullshit.

Sounds like an inside job to me.

Could be. Maybe Williams is in on the heist.

If this joker delivers the First Ladies,

we'll split the $300, 000 fee with you.

Gentlemen, sounds like we got a little situation here.

Quite a mess, indeed.

Beckett had just brokered an underhanded deal with Cigliuti.

The ten million, en route from LA. to Vegas, belonged to the Mob.

Bishop's clean reputation was a cover for laundered cash.

If the FBI could link the two men,

it'd be the takedown of the century.

The FBI was always listening, hence the underwater cordless.

Locus Fender was brought in to drive the armored car.

Another of Claremont's stooges.

His mother Edna worked at the Needles DMV.

Mama! You won't believe this! Come quick!

Where are the First Ladies?

They disappeared.

What do you mean they disappeared?

According to Locus, they stopped for gas.

I'm getting gas and a Mountain Dew. Don't any of you make a peep.

Especially you, Barbara.

– Hey, man. – How's it going?

I need eight dollars' gas and Mountain Dew.

Do you have MoonPie?

Yeah. I got a couple over there.

And, Slim…

What the shit?

He was sure they'd nabbed the cash. Straight up double-cross.

But they left without it.

That doesn't make any sense.

They disappeared but left the money. Doesn't make a lick of sense.

Fuck 'em. Their loss is our gain. Put the money in the freezer…

Mama. Who's… ?

Fuck 'em.

Okay, Mama.

Either this was a set-up, or the First Ladies got scared,

decided to pull out and cut their losses.

Are you wearing makeup?

Why? Can you tell?

You're wearing eyeliner. You look like a drag queen.

Who the hell is that?

17, 18. 2…

Guys. It's time. Meet the bounty hunters. Come on!

Come on!

110 percent. Looks like Night of the Living Dead.

– Are we on? – Brian.

– Now? – Yeah, now.

– Come on, bro. – Is that a joint?

– No. He's not smoking. – It's a cigarette.

Television, people are watching. There's kids.

Yeah, well…

Claremont fed us a fake story about the First Ladies.

Are we rolling?

Today Domino and her team are out to nab

four criminals for forging checks with fake driver's licenses.

What can you tell us about these four creeps?

They call themselves the First Ladies.

Jackie Onassis. His real name was Lester Kincaid.

/ gotta strip, I gotta give some lip.

– / gotta make my tip – My tip

Hey, Rochelle.

Put your mama on the phone.

What's happening, baby?

Lester Kincaid, you're going to jail.

– What the fuck is this shit? – Let's go.

I need clearances.

Oh, my God.

– Coco. – Chocko. Choco.

Jesus. This guy's a psychopath.

Nancy Reagan was a sex addict named Howie Stein.

My name is Howie, and I am a recovering nymphomaniac.

Hi, Howie.

If 2 Live Crew has taught us anything,

it's that horniness in today's society is out of control.

Within the next decade, ladies and gentlemen…

society will have reached what I call A. P. A. T. T.

All Porno All The Time.

Pornography will have become an epidemic in this country.

Amen!

Phase one:

Masturbation.

Who's this chump?

Howard Stein, an entertainment lawyer at some shit firm.

I love him. So attractive.

To our female friends here today,

we must not abuse our dogs with the lure of a peanut butter snatch.

We must channel our horniness into extracurricular activities.

Howard Stein, you're under arrest.

He's got him by the eyes.

Barbara Bush and Hillary Clinton were next.

Frances and Charles Cigliuti, sons of Mob boss Anthony Cigliuti.

They were Mafia kids.

We found them at their frat house,

and they'd been under FBI surveillance for six months.

Boys, we're in business.

Yeah. Bounty hunters have arrived.

They're driving Winnebagos?

What is this shit?

Is he from Beverly Hills 90210? I fucking loved that show.

He hasn't aged well.

We want Frances and Charles. Are they here?

We're from a new reality TV show. It's called Bounty Squad.

Jesus. Look at that. She tells it like it is.

We should sign her.

Frances! Frances!

Alright, 60 seconds. Here's the question:

Which one of you is Frances?

That's him!

Get the fuck out!

This girl is going to be a star.

We should sign her! To a talent holding deal.

Stay down!

Get the fuck over!

Oh, fuck!

Wow.

I told him, «Back off. " It's too psychotic.

– Hello? – Get all four?

Good.

Deliver them to the Needles DMV, sundown, the Sam Kinison monument.

Why are we delivering them out there?

I can't even find any warrants in the system for these four.

The system hasn't been updated.

How you doing?

This is all an act, isn't it?

What is?

This whole tough chick thing.

What makes you so sure?

I'm an actor. You can't fake it like we can.

You know what I think?

You're just a scared little girl with some daddy issues.

Motherfucker!

You broke my fucking nose!

Thanks.

My friend Tina, she thought you were dead.

Oh, really?

Well, tell your friend Tina she's a whore.

It's still bleeding.

I can't believe this bitch.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Where are the bond certificates for the First Ladies?

There are no bond certificates.

Claremont didn't provide them?

He didn't give me anything.

Claremont said drop the First Ladies off in Needles, go home and…

don't ask any questions.

There's one reason we wouldn't have any bond certificates.

These guys have never been arrested.

Is this an inside job?

No, that's bullshit, Terry.

You won't believe what's going on.

I didn't sign on for this shit. I got punched in the f…

Get the fucking camera off me.

Turn the camera off.

Turn the fucking camera off!

What happens now?

The authorities got you. Come on, girls, move.

You drove us to fucking Needles to put us in jail?

– Come on, move! Get up. – This is bullshit.

Turn the fucking camera off!

Don't listen to her. Keep filming.

Fucker!

Okay. Okay.

Fuck!

What is this shit?

Shut the fuck up and walk.

– These aren't cops. – Oh, shit.

Watch your mouth. God is listening. We need him now.

Come here, good-looking.

Here's your First Ladies.

Pleasure doing business with you.

First Ladies? She told me she was 18.

Aw, fuck.

I hit my head too.

Why are we staying in this shithole? This is ridiculous.

Guys.

The footage we captured today was phenomenal.

Did you get the broken nose?

– It will jump-start your careers. – Fuck yeah.

Look at my face. This will jump-start my career?

Oh, it's all good.

You need to think more positively.

We need to celebrate. We need to go to a strip club.

Alright.

Something awful was about to happen.

/ could feel it in my bones.

What?

What?

Can I ask you a question?

Do I look like I speak Spanish?

Do I look South American to you?

I don't understand a word you're fucking saying.

Ed's right. It's not fucking cute!

It's never been fucking cute!

I don't fucking understand you. You're a freak!

They never show the cum shots in these shitbag hotels.

Jesus Christ, Choco.

I just got done paying 12. 95 for this movie.

Now I'll never know how it ends.

Don't fuck with me, Ed.

Don't go goddamn King Kong on me, okay?

If you want to be alone, or need me, I'll be in Domino's room,

making up my own ending.

Shut up!

Come on, boy. I'll whip your ass

and then I'll go and whip your goddamn girlfriend's ass!

Do it!

Hold on a minute, man.

Move your ass, motherfucker.

What are you doing, man?

Over this?

Go ahead, pull the fucking trigger.

It comes easy to a fucker like you.

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

You think I don't know what the fuck's going on?

Let me tell you something.

You see this?

There was no prison riot.

I blew off my own goddamn toe.

Just to numb the pain.

Let me tell you something. We all get weak over women.

We all get weak over women.

Fucking broads are all nuts. They know how to kill us.

And this kid is killing you.

Who are you?

Sir?

You want me to shoot them in the kneecaps?

No, listen to me. Hold on one second.

Ask them politely where the money is.

If they don't know, tell them to dig their own graves.

Okay.

It's always something.

Mr. Cigliuti?

I'm at the Zeta Theta Theta house at Cal West L. A.

What is it?

I'm sorry to bother you, but it's an emergency.

What?

Your sons have been kidnapped by these crazy game show hosts.

My sons Frances and Charlie have been kidnapped?

I'm afraid so.

We don't know about any money. Me and Chuckie wanted fake IDs.

Forgive us, O Lord, for our daily trespasses.

For we know not what we do.

And what we see…

… may not be the truth.

I'm getting gas and a Mountain Dew. Don't any of you make a peep.

Especially you, Barbara.

The three black women and Raul were the real First Ladies.

What now?

I don't know.

Lateesh.

– Where are you? – I'm pulling up right now.

Evacuate the van, Tee.

Plans have changed. We set up the wrong guys.

The four guys we nabbed were just Lateesha's patsies.

It was her sorry luck that they were connected to the Mob.

We got to go. Run.

Shit!

– You have fucked us so bad. – I fucked up?

You heard me.

You can't help your greedy ass from trying to get everything.

You put a death sentence on my grandbaby, that's all.

Did you know what I was trying to do?

What the fuck was you trying to do?

What was you trying to do, Claremont?

I ain't talking to y'all.

Shut the fuck up!

Everybody!

So now you the man because you fucked up!

Who told you get those college boys involved?

What else did you want me to do?

Let's go home, right now.

Domino, we got a problem.

The FBI was pressuring Lateesha, so she assumed they were onto

the fake ID scam. She sets up these college kids to take the fall for it.

They've been under FBI surveillance for the last six months.

– What happened to them? – They might be dead already.

Domino, something else you should know about these kids.

They're Mafia kids, Cigliuti's kids.

Jesus Christ.

What, Anthony Cigliuti?

Fuck! Claremont, you've so fucked us up.

You set me up to deliver

Mafia boss children to be executed.

Just relax. Follow my instructions and we walk away from this clean.

Claremont laid it out on the table.

His plan was to ask for a $300, 000 finder's fee

to recover the ten million he'd already stolen.

It became a huge clusterfuck

when Lateesha tried to pin it on the Cigliuti kids.

Our only chance for survival was to retrieve the money.

Alf, come on!

First we had to cut loose the TV crew and sabotage the footage.

We couldn't leave any evidence.

Come on, guys, it's time to go!

Alf, grab all the footage. Every tape. Come on!

We got to find Locus Fender. He knows where the money is.

We find the money, return it to Bishop, we're in the clear.

Come on!

/ knew in my heart we should've stopped when my goldfish died.

It was a sign from a higher power.

Alf!

For fuck's sake, Alf!

Where the fuck are the tapes?

They go boom.

Claremont's plan was that we join forces with Lashandra and Lashindra.

You want a lap dance?

Tonight is a two-for-one special for these luscious tits.

Luscious tits.

Come on, baby. We going to have fun!

Only if you're good. You want to see them?

What's going on? Fuck!

– Quiet! – I didn't do anything!

Let me go! Let me go!

I kicked ass at the audition. Everything was great.

My agent called and says that I'm too old.

We need hostages.

Ian, how you doing? You all right?

I'm okay.

Domino, now listen to me.

Combination code is tattooed on his right arm.

You'll never open Edna Fender's safe

unless you have the code-breaker on that arm. Understand?

You're breaking up. I can't hear you.

Edna's armed and dangerous, so don't fuck around.

You got me?

Remove…

… the right arm.

You're breaking up.

Domino, remove…

… right arm.

Remove his shirt from his upper right arm.

You'll find the combination inside the tattoo on his arm.

What did he say?

He said remove the right arm.

Oh, my God!

Holy shit!

Oh, my God!

You fucking crazy?!

My fucking arm!

So…

My fucking arm!

So now we're back where we started.

We sure are.

You beautiful thing. Come on out.

We found the money in the freezer. It was all there.

That's a lot to carry.

How about a pot of coffee, Edna? It's going to be a long night.

Part light-induced, part drug.

Turned out Edna had one last trick up her sleeve.

They developed a technique for descent into the unconscious mind.

Part light-induced, part drug.

Cock-fuckers are going to pay.

Mescaline.

With each passing second

reality eclipsed into the asphalt horizon.

Soon mescaline was pulsing through our veins.

Your blood test confirms there is mescaline in your system,

but I'm guessing it's nothing new.

It's not unusual for someone like you,

pampered her whole life,

to indulge in drugs

as a coping mechanism.

Not living up to your expectations.

Certainly not up to your mother's.

You know you're a heartbreak to her, don't you?

Now the bitch was getting personal.

You lost everything you had.

You can take responsibility for it or not.

Either way, you have no one to blame but yourself.

There's someone coming.

We need help!

Miracles.

You're all miracles.

Oh, thank God!

What's your name?

Domino.

I know you.

You're the angel of fire.

Angel of fire.

I know you.

You burn bright enough to know that certain sacrifices need to be made.

If you don't give back the money, you all will die.

And you will die contorted.

And you will die unforgiven.

You see…

there's this puzzle.

And at the center there's a child.

This is a very sick child.

But this child will be a great leader someday.

Do you know the child I speak of?

Yes.

Well, you have only one destiny and that is…

you must offer your lives in exchange for the life of the child.

Only then will you be cleansed in the blood of the lamb.

Take us to Vegas.

It's official.

Bishop whacked Frances and Chuckie.

What's our options?

What's your option?

Kill 'em.

When?

– When? – Tonight.

Kill them all. Kill them all tonight.

Move! Move!

– Come on, let's go! – Moving out!

Let's go!

We discovered the bodies early this morning.

The FBI was lying. The guys we nabbed weren't dead.

Please. I just supply them with pussy.

I just want to get people high.

Fuck 'em. They don't know.

Fuck, this shit's intense.

Shut up. Do what they say. I don't feel like getting killed.

Book us a hotel suite.

What, with my money?

Put it on your credit card.

Are you serious?

Don't look at me that way.

This is Bishop.

The bounty hunters are here. Where do you want to meet?

The Top of the World at the Stratosphere. It's secure.

They drop off the money in an hour. Should we say 7 p. m. ?

Yeah, good.

They drop off the money in an hour. Should we say 7 p. m. ?

Boys, we're in business.

You're hitting my leg.

Take it easy.

This could work for us if we let Cigliuti think the kids are dead.

Then we can flush out Cigliuti in the money exchange.

Hold on, buddy.

7 p. m. Top of the Stratosphere.

They're on the move. It's happening.

Yeah? What?

Mr. Cigliuti, the money exchange with Drake Bishop

is on the top floor suite of the Stratosphere at exactly 7 p. m.

Sounds like a Negro Deep Throat.

Right?

Oh, man, we are so fucked.

That guy said we were fucked either way.

Fuck.

Hello?

Domino.

The money exchange is at

the Top of the World, the Stratosphere.

/ need you there right at 7 p. m.

I'm sorry it turned out like this.

/ won't forget this, Domino.

Get off.

Lateesha.

What have you gotten us into?

Claremont negotiated a finder's fee for $300, 000.

But then he tried to take all of it.

Bullshit. You set us up.

Fuck you.

I don't know how it happened. If I could take it all back, I would.

They'll kill us if we don't deliver all the money.

$300, 000 and I need to collect that fee right now.

It'll pay for my baby's entire operation.

Please.

Alf, what are you doing in there?

Alf!

You wanker. Cut the drama. I need 300K from one of the bags.

I love you, Domino. Thank you.

Last chance. Once I walk out, I won't be able to help you.

You have a fondness for tattoos.

You've been staring at my goldfish all afternoon.

It's a koi, actually.

The Japanese call them as shiromuji,

which translated means «white», and nothing else. "

You know why I really became a bounty hunter?

Because of cunts like me?

It kills you that while I'm coming into my own,

you're stuck in a dead-end marriage.

Or worse yet, an unfulfilling job.

I'm not married.

And I love my job.

Where are you hiding your tattoo? Is it on your ankle?

No. Or is it somewhere else? Somewhere nasty?

You want to know what I'm picturing? Something delicate like a rose.

Or a hummingbird.

Or, no. Maybe the name of a man

you can't bring home to Daddy.

No, I'm completely wrong, aren't I?

Oh, God.

See, I bet…

that when you go to sleep alone tonight,

it's my pussy you'll be dreaming of.

Really?

Bri.

I love you, bro.

Welcome to the Top of the World.

Little out of the way, but private.

Where have I seen you two boys?

We're actors.

The fuck you doing here?

We're celebrity hostages.

Celebrity hostages.

Apparently people don't kill people when celebrities are around.

Brings too much attention.

I see. I'd better have you escorted downstairs then.

You got lucky.

Let's go, let's go!

And you're…

… a bounty hunter.

Yes, I am.

A dangerous profession.

Sometimes.

Visual on perpetrators in upper lounge.

We'll maintain visual contact.

We'll maintain visual contact. The tactical team is on location.

Could you be a bit more specific?

It's dangerous when you don't know what to expect from a situation.

When you have no idea what could possibly happen next.

The bags contain the ten million,

minus the $300, 000 finder's fee you negotiated with Claremont.

That's what I call bold, Miss Harvey.

But I'm impressed, very impressed.

Go!

Go!

Gentlemen…

let's make sure those bags are packed with my money

and we'll let these bounty hunters go.

Your money's gone.

What?

What are you talking about?

It's been sent to help free Afghanistan.

Let us go.

Let us go.

What the fuck are you doing?

It's a bomb!

We got visuals on perpetrators and nothing else.

What's your 20?

Okay, drop the weapons!

You killed my sons.

I didn't kill your sons.

I'm not in the people-killing business.

Zone 90, contact 60130 on tach two.

Alf!

What going on up there?

We got to get somebody in there.

Let's go!

Mayday. This is Victor Bravo. We're going down.

Repeat: I'm going down.

Move it, for fuck's sake!

Come on, Alf!

I make…

I make everything…

Okay?

My coin was tossed.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Put it down!

Put it down now!

I said put it down!

Now!

I'll blow your fucking brains out.

Seal it up. Get it out!

Fucking shoot him.

/ once vowed never to invest too much emotion into anyone.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Choco.

Fifty-fifty chance.

Life or death.

Heads, you live. Tails, you die.

My destiny was life.

When I was little, my mum took me to Las Vegas.

She told me it was the most dangerous place on earth.

Miss Harvey, I suggest you retire.

Sweet dreams, Miss Mills.

My name is Domino Harvey.

/ am a bounty hunter.

/ know my Eddie and Choco are watching me from the afterlife.

/ feel a sense of relief that we will meet again.

Mum.

I love you.

There are three kinds of people in the world…

The rich…

… the poor…

… and everyone in between.

I'm Dr. Waldman.

Mr. Williams.

Kee Kee Rodriguez, please?

I'm her mother, Lateesha.

– We're the cousins. – First cousins.

Pleasure to meet you.

We have a few things to look at.

If you're wondering what's true and what isn't, fuck off.

It's none of your business.

/'// never tell you what it meant.

All that matters is that my mission is complete.

TEARS IN THE RAIN

/ saved her.

And when she is older,

a woman named Domino

will tell her there is only one conclusion to every story.

We all fall down.

My name is Domino Harvey.

IN LOVING MEMORY

DOMINO HARVEY