- Hello, Josh.
Josh, are you there?
It's your father.
Pick up the goddamn phone. - Shit.
- Your mother just showed me
last week's Backstage, Josh,
and I can't believe it.
Three weeks after your acquittal and you placed another ad,
are you outta your fucking mind?
Well, this time, I swear,
I'll cut you off completely.
Hear me? Completely.
Not another dime.
You'll be out on the goddamn streets
and the next time you're arrested,
you can rot with the other trash.
And don't expect your mother to save you, either.
I won't let her.
We've had it, Josh.
You brought too much shame to this family.
But now, it's gonna stop.
- Hi, Josh.
It's Tracy Miller.
I auditioned for you yesterday.
Anyway, if you still wanna get together
to discuss the Gwendolyn character,
tomorrow night would be fine for me after all.
Okay, I'll see you then.
- We're gonna get you, fucker.
We're gonna get you, fucker.
- Who's there?
Dad, is that you?
What the fuck?
What?! What are you doing?!
Who the hell are --?
- Hey, girl, what's up?
You can't speak to me?
Can't speak to me?
What's up?
Oh, come back.
Stupid bitch, man.
Hey, Mommy.
- Grab her!
Grab that bitch!
Shut the bitch's mouth up.
- Shut the fuck up! - No, no, no!
- Don't fucking scream.
- Don't even think about shouting.
- Shut the fuck up.
- 'Cause if you shout out,
I am going to cut you a new mouth.
How much you got? How much you got?
- $75, man. - $75.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Yo, check this out.
Allison, Allison, chill out.
- Shut the fuck up. - Name, Spencer
from Steubenville.
- Must be a farm bitch.
- You a farm bitch from Ohio?
- Don't fucking hit her. - Where the rest
of the money at?
- No, no, swear to God that's all I got left.
- Where's the rest of this fucking money at?
You want your money?
I don't want your fucking money.
There's your money.
There it is, all right?
You fucking want it, you take it.
- No, please. - I ain't like fucking
no chicken on your fucking farm.
- Oh, God.
- Shut the fuck up.
You fucking like this.
You ain't fucking shit.
- Hey, get off of her. - Somebody help me!
Let her fucking go!
- Fuck youl!
If you were a fucking man,
you would fucking get some of this.
- Fuck youl! - No, go, you get out!
Shut up!
You shut your fucking mouth,
or I'm gonna fucking bite your nipples off,
you fucking hoe!
Now quiet, ‘cause I'm fucking in charge here!
- Oh, shit!
- Get up there and stay up there.
- Shit. - Not even.
- I swear. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,
tell me something.
- I don't even know that fucking nigga.
- You're just an innocent bystander.
- I wasn't even the fucking one on top of her.
- Oh!
- Yo, I wasn't even on top of her.
I was like, yo, like get your fucking ass off her.
And he was like, yo --
- He's a fucking hero.
- Fucking touch me.
What's the matter with you?
- Kill this fucker before I kill him!
Kill him!
- Wait.
Let her do it.
- I can't. - Please, don't fucking
do this to me. - Pull the fucking trigger.
- Jesse, shut up!
- I want my mother!
- Please, no, I can't.
- Damn it!
- No.
- No, please!
- That was fucking beautiful.
- Get her outta here.
- So what's your name?
- Jennifer.
- Hey.
You okay?
Do you need anything?
A beer?
Something stronger, maybe.
- A glass of wine would be great.
- No problem. - Do you wanna
see a doctor?
- No. - Did they...?
- Pretty lucky you guys got there when you did.
Jesus Christ, those guys are really dead.
- At least you're alive.
- You know, it's no wonder those scumbags picked you up.
You got sucker written all over you.
- What do you mean?
- Your clothes, look at 'em.
- Yeah, they all dress that way
where you're from?
- Yeah, pretty much.
- Where are you from, anyway?
- Ohio.
Steubenville.
- Stupidville?
- Steubenville.
- I'm sorry, it just sounded like that.
- So what brings you to New York, Jennifer?
Any friends or family here?
- Uh-uh.
- You married?
- It's a simple question, Jennifer.
- No, not anymore.
Not after last night, anyway.
- What happened last night?
- Leave her alone, Pris.
- We just saved her ass.
The least she can do is answer a few simple questions.
- I walked out.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Look, do we have to talk about this right now?
- Yeah, why not?
It's interesting.
- Leave her alone, Pris.
- I left my husband.
He was crazy.
He was trying to kill me.
- So you just packed up and left?
- Yeah, like I said.
- Fuck him.
Serves him right.
- Good for you, Jennifer.
- Look, where are you gonna stay?
- I don't know.
I'm sure I can find a cheap hotel that's clean, at least.
- Clean and cheap? Not in this town.
Hey, how about staying with us?
I have a sofa bed at my place.
You can crash with me.
- I don't wanna be any trouble.
- No trouble.
I'll even fix you up with some clothes.
Well get rid of that Betty Crocker poster child look.
- You know, if you want
some extra cash or something,
you could probably pick up a few shifts here.
- I don't think I could take my clothes off for strangers.
- You only have to do that if you dance, silly.
- She'll be fine as long as she's smart
and keeps her mouth shut.
You understand, don't you, Jen?
- Yeah, I think so.
- 13 sergeant, one central.
- Well, look what the cat dragged in.
- Good morning, Detective Banano.
- Hey, Perez. - Cahill.
- God, what'd they do to this bastard?
- That's Gilbey, the rapist.
- Yeah, that's Josh Gilbey.
- Just thought we'd drop in on you and a rookie.
- Hey, look, enough with that shit, okay?
It's been over three months.
- Over three months.
Can't teach him another thing damn thing, huh?
- You know, fuck you, Cahill.
This is probably one of your friends.
- Christ, I don't believe this shit.
Three in one day.
- Three?
- Castrations.
First thing this morning, we get a call
about a couple of stiffs over by the Port Authority.
Two young punks beaten to a pulp and shot.
One of them had his balls shot off.
The other one had 'em cut off with a knife.
- What'd you find?
- Awoman's wallet with the stiff's fingerprints
all over 'em.
They must have mugged her before they got whacked.
- Was there anything on the woman?
- Ohio driver's license, mid 20s.
- Well, what about the stiffs?
Did you run their sheets?
- We ID'd one so far.
- Any rapes?
- A couple.
Why?
Don't tell me you think there's some connection
with this guy?
Come on, Billie.
We're talking about a couple of street punks
that got in over their head.
They crashed the wrong party.
The next thing you know, boom.
- What about Josh Gilbey?
- What about him?
- Look, Tony, he beat up and raped 11 women.
That's 11 that we know for sure.
And what happened to him?
- Just bullshit psych counseling thanks to daddy's millions.
- I'm familiar with the fucking case.
- Oh, who ain't?
I mean, it was on in front of the Post
for about five straight weeks.
- You can read?
- Grady, show him the Polaroids.
Now, here's the evidence
that should have convicted that son of a bitch.
- These were scattered all over the floor
when we found them.
- So these are the missing photos.
- These are pretty wild.
Tony, what do you think Hard Copy would pay for these?
- So you think it's a vigilante killing?
- Yes, I do.
- I think you're pressing it, Perez.
- I think all the years you worked in sex crimes
has left you a tad biased, okay?
- I'm not crying over Josh Gilbey.
- Yeah, well, let's just remember one thing,
nobody forced those women up there.
They went willingly.
- You are such an asshole, Cahill.
- I'm an asshole.
- Relax, Billie, Cahill's just nervous.
- What are you talking about?
- Well, they're whacking rapists, right?
- Yeah, so?
- So if they find out about you and that 12 year-old hooker,
you're gonna wind up on the list.
- And I'm gonna take your fucking head off.
How's that, pal? - Oh, yeah?
Come on, Cahill. - You little fuck.
- Come on, here I am.
- You laugh, you little prick.
You think you're hot shit up there in homicide
with the big boys, huh?
- Yeah, yeah. - You better watch
you don't wind up like her last partner, pal.
- Hey, what the fuck?
You know IA ruled in my favor.
- Take it easy, take it easy.
- Come on, tell him about Charlie Moran.
Boy's got the right to know.
- Al, get the fuck out of here.
- You watch your back, wise guy.
You'll get your ass killed, too, all right?
- Tony, get him off my crime scene.
- Just relax.
I can take care of myself.
- Yeah, let's hope so.
- Sorry, Trish.
I'm really grateful to you for all you've done for me,
but I just don't belong.
- I know it's been rough, Jen.
Give us a chance.
I know you've got got more in common with us
than you wanna admit.
- Maybe.
But I still don't fit in with your crazy little gang.
- We just wanna see justice done.
Set things straight.
- I don't care about any of that crap.
All I wanna do is live a normal life.
- And where are you gonna live it?
Back in Ohio, or wherever it is you're from?
I know you haven't told me everything.
You really can't go back, can you?
- I'm probably safer on my own, Trish.
- They won't just let you go.
- What do you mean?
- You could burn us.
- I'd never say anything.
Christ, I'm the one that killed that guy that attacked me.
Jesse made sure of that.
She made sure that I was the one that pulled the trigger.
- They won't take the risk.
- What would they do?
Kill me?
Jesus Christ, I don't believe this shit.
- I'm sorry.
You can stay with me as long as you want.
Let's go, Jen, you gotta get up.
- No, what are you doing?
Oh, God, what time is it?
- Okay, all clear!
- Hey, Jen, get over here.
We got something for you.
- Come on, Jen.
Hurry up.
- Man, we don't have all day.
Now get over here.
- Okay, what?
- Take it.
- Oh, I don't --
- It's yours, Jen.
Go on. - See how it feels.
- Go ahead, feel it.
- Feel what?
- The power, man.
Go ahead, feel it and aim over there at the target.
At the target.
- I really don't like guns.
- Look. - Come on, Jen.
- Jen, you got a lot of catching up to do.
Becky's gonna run you through the basics, man.
- But -- - You know, Jen,
if you're not with us a hundred percent,
you're a liability.
Go ahead, Becky.
- Just listen to everything I say, okay?
- Yeah.
- Remember, a gun is a powerful weapon,
but you have control over it.
- Okay. - Okay?
Now, line up your front sight
with the slot of your rear sight.
- Okay. - Aim it at the target
where you want to shoot.
- Okay.
- Okay, now keep your legs apart.
Steady yourself, straighten your back, extend your arms.
- Okay. - All right.
Line up both your sights.
- Got it.
- Aim at the target.
- Uh-huh. - Okay, take a deep breath in.
Breathe out slowly and squeeze the trigger.
Squeeze the trigger.
- Did I hit it?
- Good. - Not bad, Jen.
- Now that's how you fucking do it.
- So Pris is a show off now, huh?
- There was this one time I was cooking this tomato sauce.
And he came over to check on it,
and he thought I made it too spicy.
So he hit me and he hit me in such a way that I hit the pot,
and the pot went and it splattered all over the front of me,
and I could feel it burning my legs.
And I started screaming
and I was brushing my pants off.
And so he made me take off all my clothes,
and crawl on the floor and wipe everything up.
- That's fucked up.
So why did you stay with him so long?
You didn't answer that.
- Because I didn't have anyone else.
- Actually, that's the first thing
that ever came outta your mouth that I believe,
‘cause I understand that.
One of my first boyfriends was like that.
He was like, he got me into all sorts of shit.
And I just sort of went along with it.
And I actually thought that he was helping me out,
even though I was getting more and more fucked up, you know?
I thought, well --
- Well, there's nothing wrong with men, okay?
It's just the things that some people do are unforgivable.
But men in general...
- Well, you know what's funny is
that it's usually men
who do those sort of unforgivable things.
And I have never met one who isn't capable,
or hasn't done some shit.
They all do some shit if they can get away with it.
- Yeah, start with the family, man.
- If they can get away with it, they'll do it.
- You know, we're out here in the woods
and we end up talking about men again.
Man, I get so sick of fucking talking --
- Why? Why does his opinion matter,
as far as dancing with a beautiful body?
- I've got nothing against you dancing,
but I just don't understand it.
I can't do it.
- What do you mean you don't understand it?
- I mean, you're like showing these guys
your bodies and everything, and
they're thinking that they're gonna get sex, or something.
I don't understand.
I mean --
- Hey, just ‘cause I have a good body and I like to show it,
that doesn't mean someone can just hop on me whenever
they want to. - I think the key thing is,
you know, we're making a living for ourself
and not depending on anybody else to do it for us.
- Hell, I used to be be a prostitute.
I know many other skills.
- God, if he ever saw me do something like that,
even if he -- if he knew that I --
if I was a waitress in a place like that.
- I think you guys are missing the point.
The point is that the job is not the dance.
The dance is the front.
The job is the justice.
So the dance doesn't even matter.
- What's so bad about a go-go bar?
- Hey, how about some service?
- Yeah, yeah, any one of you sweet things
wanna bring me and my bro here a brewski, please?
- So what do you guys want?
- Make it two shots of Cuervo and two Dos Equis.
- No Dos Equis, just Bud, Heineken, and Miller.
- Shit.
- All right, give me two Heinekens and the shots.
Make sure it's Cuervo, too. I can tell the difference.
Fucking dumb.
JLietome rs
- Yes.
JLietome rs
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Why don't you pull up a chair, have a drink with us.
What do you say?
- Yeah, baby, right here.
- She got intimidated by us.
She saw us on TV and got nervous, right?
- Last call, drink up.
JI--1--1ve?r
- Hey, sweetheart,
that's kind of a big G-string you're wearing there, huh?
You've got some kids?
Yeah.
- What?
- Well, usually a big G-string
means that you've had some babies.
- Why? You think there's something wrong with my body?
- Oh, no, no, no.
I'm just wondering. C-sections and scars, and nasty shit.
- No, okay?
I haven't had a fucking C-section.
All right, you fucking bastard?
- Okay. - Prick.
- Yo, another round over here.
- Sorry, guys, we had last call. Remember?
- Go ahead give them what they want.
- Fucking bitch.
- Are you all right?
- Keep your fucking hands off me.
- Hey, she only spilled it ‘cause he grabbed her,
you fucking prick.
- Take it easy, man, all right?
- Look at this fucking coat.
It cost me 500 bucks.
- It's not so bad.
Hey, be cool.
All right? Listen, I got a feeling about this place, man.
Those girls have been checking us out since we walked in.
All right? Don't fuck it up by decking one of them.
Please.
All right, sit down.
Uh, excuse me.
Everybody.
I would like to apologize on behalf of my buddy here.
We're sorry about the disturbance.
We didn't mean to cause any trouble.
All right, we apologize.
No hard feelings, okay?
- Oh, no sweat.
Actually, the next two rounds are on us.
- All right, thank you.
Did you hear that, man?
I'm telling you, this is a lot.
- Hey, guys, can I ask you something?
- Hmm?
Anything you want, baby.
- You know the girl who spilled the drinks?
- Stupid bitch, what about her?
- Well, today's her birthday.
- Oh.
Working on her birthday, no wonder she's pissed off.
- Too bad.
- Yeah, you know.
Well, we were thinking about having a party for her,
you know, after we close.
And I was thinking it'd be a really great idea
if maybe you guys hung out
and helped us celebrate, you know?
- Yeah, that's perfect, actually,
because my friend and I
are doing a little celebrating ourselves.
We just signed on for two more years on Dark of Night.
Thank you.
- Oh, yeah?
- It's one of the longest running soaps in New York.
- Hey, wow.
I can't wait to tell the girls.
They're gonna be really excited about this.
- Be careful, Jess.
- No, don't worry.
Everything will be all right.
- No, I mean it, Jess.
We don't need any more trouble from the cops.
- Look, go home, get some sleep.
I'll call you tomorrow, okay?
- Oh, Annie, don't leave.
We're gonna have a party.
- What's wrong, boys?
- Just waiting for the party to start.
- Let's go, start it! - All right.
- Come on, yo! - Let's go.
What do you girls got in mind, huh?
- Well, you know,
I was thinking that we would do something
just a little bit special, a little different.
- I have an idea.
One of you babes come up here with us.
Come on. - Come up here
and dance with me.
The more the merrier, right?
I'm gonna fuck everything in this dump, dude.
- You're really gonna love this, Jen.
- Go boys.
- Hey, let me see some skin.
- Yeah! - You want?
- Shit, I don't know. - Woo-hoo!
- What the fuck? - Skin.
- You see that bitch? - Skin, skin.
- Come on, you little fucks.
You're starting to bore me.
- Skin. - Take it off.
- Skin. - That's right, boys.
All the way off.
- All right. - I don't like this anymore.
Let's go.
Come on. - What're you nuts, man?
This is beautiful.
Look at them.
They wanna see your meat.
Show 'em your meat, man.
- Yeah, I wanna see you jerk each other off.
- Are you pricks deaf?
We said to take off your clothes, now take 'em off.
We gotta see if you're really big, man.
- I told you that's what they wanted, man.
- Yeah. - Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- All right. - Yeah.
- Check it out, baby.
What?
You fucking with me?
- This is fucking humiliating.
Get the fuck out.
- Get up against the wall.
- Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. - How does it feel,
motherfucker? Huh?
How does it feel now, being a victim, huh?
Huh, what are you gonna do now?
Talk about G-strings now?
- Trent.
- Didn't anybody ever tell you not to hit a lady?
- Fuck.
Get the fuck off of me.
- Don't worry, little boy.
We're just gonna teach you some manners.
That's all. - What the fuck are you doing?
- Trish, get me the pool cue.
Go.
- Fuck you. - Did you say fuck you?
- Trent.
- See the size of that, huh?
- Stop it.
Stop.
Fuck you.
Goddammit!
- Here he is.
Come on, let's go!
Sir, can we have a word from you there, sir?
Can we have a word there from you, sir?
Sir, can we have a word from you?
Please, sir, can we have a word?
How does it feel in there, sir?
- I will tell you only one thing.
I am completely believing in the American justice system.
I know in the end, I would be vindicated.
- Somebody ought to waste that fucker.
- Who is he? - Carl Varna.
Real scum.
Yeah, he buys and he sells kids.
Gets them into pornography and prostitution.
You name it.
This guy's filthy rich.
- Heard he does snuff films, too.
- What's up, ladies?
Can we change the subject?
- What's gonna happen to him?
- Not enough.
You know, I'm afraid they're just gonna deport the prick.
- He's with the Colada crime family.
Very well connected.
- Yeah, and well protected.
He never goes anywhere without his goons.
Forget it, Jesse.
- Look, I know where he lives.
Isawiton TV.
- Jesse, this is not the time or the place for that shit.
- So how you doing tonight, Jen?
- Great.
God, I've made more money tonight
than my husband did in a week.
- Nobody fucking move!
I'll blow us all to hell.
Listen up, I'm looking for the fucking whores
that fucked up my kid brother.
- You're looking for somebody?
- Drop that gun, bitch.
I'll blow her fucking head off.
Hear me, cunt? I'll waste her.
- You kill her and I kill you.
- No, please.
- Okay, make it a fucking stand off
til the cops bust in.
I'll tell 'em all I know about this goddamn joint.
I'll tell 'em what you did to my kid brother.
- Police! - Police!
- Drop the fucking gun!
- Drop it!
- Well, we hear that was quite a shot you made, Jesse.
You're a regular Dirty Harry.
How'd you get to be so good with a gun?
- Hell, I've been around guns my whole life.
My daddy was a Green Beret.
Good old dad wanted to make sure
I learned how to shoot properly,
even if I was just a girl.
Came pretty naturally to me, actually.
Okay, so everything's cool, you guys?
The gun's license.
You have all the paperwork.
- Oh, yeah, everything's cool.
The gun's legal.
It's not in your name.
- Oh, no shit.
It's Annie's gun.
God.
What, did you guys expect me to go hide in the back
and wait for you heroes in blue to come and save the day?
I mean, that fucking nutcase
could've killed everyone in here.
I bet I saved a few lives.
- So why did Annie give you her gun?
- Because I manage this place for her.
I'm the one that risks her ass every night
to make the goddamn bank drops.
- Listen, Jesse,
you can't carry a gun in this city without a permit.
That's gonna get your cute little ass
a year, minimum, at Rikers.
- Well, I guess I'm lucky I never got caught then, huh?
Look, could we wrap this up?
- No, you still haven't told us why the shooter --
what was his name, partner?
- Eddie Jarvis.
- Yeah, why Jarvis wanted to kill everybody in here.
Now, why was he so angry, Jesse?
- How the fuck should I know?
Maybe he propositioned a bunch of the dancers
and they all turned him down.
That usually pisses 'em off pretty good.
I mean, they all have such delicate little egos.
- Jesse, cut the shit.
- How should I know? He was a junkie.
Why don't you take a blood sample?
- Look, sweetie, cut the bullshit.
- Don't fucking call me sweetie!
- If he was on anything, forensics will let us know.
Now, why don't you be a good girl
and tell us what he was saying right before you capped him.
- So does he call you girl on the job?
- Answer the question, Jesse.
- All right.
What was the question?
- What was he saying before you capped him?
- He was talking bullshit.
- Yeah, well, a few of the customers claim
that they heard Jarvis said
he wanted revenge for his brother.
Now, why would he say that, Jesse?
- Yeah, Jesse, why would he say that?
- Look, I've told you everything I know.
I don't have the time, or the interest,
to keep track of every nut and his brother
who comes in this place.
- All right, that'll be enough for now.
But you stay in town,
because we may need to speak to you again in a few days.
- You got a problem with that, Jesse?
- Do I have a choice?
- What do you think?
- I think she doesn't like cops.
- Yeah, well, we should definitely check her out.
And Jarvis's brother, too.
- Oh, yeah.
- What about that waitress?
- What about her?
- I've seen her somewhere before.
Did anybody get a statement out of her?
- No.
The woman that owns the place said
she just started last week.
She's not gonna know anything.
Besides, we ought leave her alone
after what she's been through.
- What you mean leave her alone?
What, you turning soft on me already, Grady?
- Jesus Christ, Billie, look at her.
They're cleaning Jarvis's brains out of her hair, okay?
We'll come back in a couple of days and get a statement.
- I've seen her somewhere.
- Well, all I wanna see now is breakfast.
His name's Raleigh.
- Who?
- Raleigh Jarvis, Eddie's younger brother.
And just like Eddie,
he's a card carrying Hell's Angel.
Third Street chapter.
- Does he have a sheet?
- OD'd four weeks ago.
- Shit, that's the end of that, right?
So was it suicide?
- Well, it sure as hell looks like it.
See, Eddie found him unconscious, right?
Takes him over to Beth Israel, gets his stomach pumped.
And there was so many fucking pills
it was like a drug store,
not to mention traces of cocaine and booze.
- Yeah, Eddie said he wanted revenge for his brother, right?
- Yeah. - Maybe something happened
at the Widow's Den that pushed him to suicide.
- Like?
- I don't know.
Maybe they messed him up or something.
- I don't know about that.
But I did get the lowdown on Jesse.
- So spit it out, partner.
- Jesse Skinner shot and killed her father,
Colonel Frank Skinner, at the tender age of 14.
She claimed the old man started molesting her
and her younger sister, Trish,
right after their mother died.
- Jesus, looks like daddy
taught her to shoot pretty good, huh?
- Colonel Frank was a real John Wayne type.
Fought in two wars, got every medal there is to get.
At Fort Benning, they practically worshiped the guy,
so nobody believed Jesse's story.
- What a surprise.
- Jesse ended up at the Elvira Home
for Disturbed Children.
She kept busting out, fighting with other inmates.
Even stabbed a doctor.
So they bumped her up
to the Georgia State Correctional Facility for Women.
- A 15 year-old girl in the Georgia pen?
- Jessie spent three years there,
finally released on her 18th birthday,
considered fully rehabilitated.
- What about her sister?
- Trish was bounced from one foster home
to the other.
Nobody wanted her.
She ran off to New York as soon as she turned 18.
Her record's clean, except for a few shoplifting charges.
- Anything big on the others?
- Grace Ferrell was a call girl
on the Upper East Side.
One time, she beat the shit out of a British diplomat
with a spike-heeled pump.
Could've done time, only the guy wouldn't press charges.
Didn't want his wife to find out.
Vice busted Priscilla Soto over a dozen times
for street walking.
She was the prime suspect in the murder of a West Side pimp
a few years ago.
Only the prick wasn't too popular with the boys downtown.
They called it self-defense and let her walk.
Now, get this. Back in '88,
the FBI caught Becky Greer and a gang of militants
breaking into a National Guard armory in the Bronx.
Feds claim Becky and her friends were planning
to arm terrorist groups in the US and Mexico.
She was lucky.
Only got five years at the federal lockup in Pennsylvania.
Out in three for good behavior.
She was the youngest of the bunch.
- Was Jesse involved?
- Not that we know of.
Jesse dropped outta sight 'til the late "70s,
when she came to New York to hook up with her sister Trish.
She worked odd jobs, took classes at NYU,
finally ended up running the Widow's Den.
Which, by the way,
happens to be owned by Annie Friedland,
a former rape counselor. Big time activist in the '60s.
- A feminist running a go-go bar?
- LCB says the bar used to belong
to her brother, until he died of a stroke at 75
and willed it to her.
That place is a real cash cow.
Pulls in nearly 200 G's a year.
And that's on the books.
- So what have they all been up to
since Annie took them in?
- Nothing illegal, apparently.
Turned into a bunch of angels.
- Maybe they found religion.
- Yeah, right.
- Well, if this town's got a vigilante hit squad,
these women are the perfect suspects.
Thanks.
Well, you know, this doesn't prove anything right, partner?
But I think we're headed in the right direction.
- Well, sure as hell looks like it.
- So what do you say, you with me on this?
- Yeah, of course.
You're goddamn right I am.
Look, if we solve these killings,
we'll be legends.
They'll make fucking movies about us.
- Yeah, right.
My part will be played by Bridget Fonda.
Somebody like that.
- Last night, in Manhattan's Lower East Side,
a 14 year-old girl was found unconscious in the trunk
of an abandoned car.
She was apparently abducted on her way home from school
and repeatedly raped and beaten.
Police suspect a local drug gang,
but are receiving little cooperation from the neighborhood.
There's speculation -- - Those bastards.
- Retaliation by gang members.
- They should choke on their fucking balls.
- The girl is now in critical condition
at St. Vincent's Hospital.
More from Natalie Malone --
- Priscilla, you know that area pretty well, don't you?
- Yeah, my sister and her family live there.
The neighborhood was never really great,
but since the crack gangs moved in,
it went straight down the toilet.
- So do you think that you and Becky
could maybe hit the streets
and find out more than these cops know?
- My pleasure.
- Okay, I'll cover your shift.
- Oh, really?
No way.
- Hey, Jen, looks like you're gonna see
some action sooner than we thought.
- All right, everybody. Lock and load.
- So Jennifer, you're gonna stay in the van
and you're gonna keep the engine running.
And as soon as you hear gunshots,
you're gonna pull up to the door and you're gonna wait.
And if there's any sign of trouble,
don't hesitate to use this.
You understand me?
- Yeah, Jesse, sure.
- Do you understand me?
- Yes, I understand.
- Good.
- All right, it's time to move.
- Fuck this up and so help me, I'll shoot you myself.
- That's bullshit, Caesar.
Don't you bullshit me.
What kind of dumbass prick you take me for?
- I swear on my mother.
I never saw you.
I never saw you, man.
- For two years,
I was the only one that ever fronted you anything.
This is the thanks I get?
I should string you up by your fucking balls.
- Hola.
I'm Maria, I'm Carmen's friend.
You guys partying tonight, or what?
- I don't think it's a good time now, honey.
- Oh, come on, baby.
I wanna party with you.
I wanna make you happy.
- Who is it?
- Some little bitch who knows Carmen.
Can I let her in?
- Tell the whore to get lost.
- Relax, relax.
Relax.
Is she alone?
- Come on, let the bitch in, man.
- Yeah, man.
- Who the fuck you letting in here?
- I'm going with my gut, okay?
Going with my gut.
Now be cool, man.
Be cool.
Let her In.
It's okay.
- Very nice.
- You set me up, you stupid motherfucker!
- Cease fire!
We're missing one.
- Come on.
- Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!
Get over there.
- Move it.
Shut the fuck up
before I blow your fucking brains out!
- Please.
No!
- Let's go. - What about the girl?
- She chose her friends poorly.
Kill her.
- No!
- Jen.
You fuck.
Shit.
Jen, you okay?
- Come on, let's go.
All right, you guys, get in the van.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Go!
- Buenas noches.
- Holy shit.
She fucking blew them away.
- Come on, let's go.
- I guess the press didn't buy our rival gang theory.
- Lieutenant, the word on the street says it's vigilantes.
- Lieutenant, that's bullshit.
There is no way that this gang massacre
Is vengeance for the rape of that girl.
- Why is that so hard for you to believe, Tony?
- Holy Christ.
- Lieutenant, listen to me for a minute, all right?
We're talking about an area where they got more homicides
than we can count, all right?
Listen to me. - I know that.
- Half of them are in broad daylight.
Keeping that in mind, sir,
what makes the rape of this girl so special?
- Tony, look, maybe it was the last straw,
but whatever the reason,
Forensics is certain that a straight razor
was used to castrate both Josh Gilbey and Ramon Garcia,
the leader of the murdered gang.
- It's gotta be a coincidence.
Rival gangs are cutting themselves up all the time.
This is nothing new.
- Listen, gang, let's think longterm here
for a change, all right?
Follow what I'm talking about.
You got a nut running around the streets, all right?
The guy commits some heinous sex crime, a rape, a sodomy,
whatever it is.
The guy takes a collar,
a lot of press on it.
He winds up in court for some bullshit technicality, walks.
The guy's not home an hour before my phone rings,
I got a DOA with a dick in a bottle.
Follow me?
Now, let's think back a little bit.
You got the gang massacre last night.
You got the Gilbey homicide.
Before that, you got the gynecologist.
You remember the guy that raped the six patients?
Okay. And before that, Farentino,
the gym teacher, was probably our first one.
You remember him, with the rapes of them little boys?
That's called a pattern.
And I got news for you.
Not only do we got a pattern here,
but we got a crew of people that are getting more violent
with every case.
- Okay, Lieutenant, following that train of thought,
Perez has been investigating the case.
She says they're vigilantes.
Who are they? - Billie?
- I think they're women.
- Oh, she's out of her mind.
- This is getting too wild.
I mean, now we got a bunch of crazed chicks
running around with guns.
It's Attack of the Killer Bimbos
or something here, Lieutenant.
- Cahill, Cahill,
shut your hole a minute, all right?
- Okay.
- Grady, what do you think about
what your partner's got to say?
- My senior partner's got a gut feeling.
Who am I to question it, right?
- Listen, Billie's been the only one
that's been consistent on this from day one.
You tie that in with her background in sex crimes
before she came to homicide,
I like her as the number one on this.
Billie, you carry the ball from here on in.
- Lieutenant, that's bullshit.
- Excuse me.
Detective Perez is number one on this case
from here on in.
- Boss, boss, Tony and I have seniority over Detective Perez
and Grady here, I mean --
- Cahill, unless you'd like to take that seniority
down to the Lincoln Tunnel,
where you're gonna be wearing a reflecting belt
with a whistle stuck in your mouth
for the rest of your career,
I advise you to shut your mouth.
- I know. Look, what I want --
- Shut.
All right, now the four of you
get the fuck out of my office.
Get to work.
- What the fuck did I do?
- Opened your mouth.
- I guess just being you, Cahill, is all it takes.
- Fuck you.
- Well, have you guys read the papers today?
- Yeah, I think we made the front page on all of them.
- Oh, that's right.
- So what's wrong?
You don't seem very happy about that.
- I'm not very happy, Grace.
But you guys are so pleased with yourself,
‘cause you wasted up a few pieces of shit.
- Yeah, we are.
Are you happy?
- Well, while you're here partying,
the whole world is sinking into the sewer.
- Jesse, what is wrong?
- What's wrong?
Look at that, Trish.
- Judge Sawyer is acquitted.
- They let the fucking bastard off?!
- Who's that?
- Judge Phillip Sawyer, the state justice
that raped and beat a young call girl.
- Wait a minute. I thought she dropped the charges.
- Oh, come on, Grace,
you don't actually believe that shit, man.
They leaned on her.
We can't let them get away with this.
- Christ, Jesse, he's on the state Supreme Court.
- He raped and beat a woman.
I don't care if he's the fucking president.
- Calm down, Jess.
- Okay, all right, you know we've gotta act on it.
We've gotta send a message out there
that nobody gets away with rape.
No matter who they are.
- Hey, Tony, did you see anything
out of the ordinary?
- Nothing.
Four straight days, not a fucking thing.
This whole gig's a bust.
- Hey, rookie,
you got any messages for your fiancée?
Going to her house now.
Goodnight.
- Thanks, Billie, for volunteering us for the night shift.
It's nice, ‘cause I don't fight with my fiance anymore.
Maybe 'cause I don't fucking see her anymore.
- Grady, you think those two clowns would've stayed awake?
Huh?
- Four days?
Four goddamn days.
You think they'd give us a radio
SO we can listen to some music?
- Grady, fuck the radio.
Just keep your eyes open, all right?
- Fucking eyelids feel like they're made outta lead.
Sure.
It's nice, we're outta of coffee.
Ain't it the best?
What makes you so sure they're gonna whack this judge?
- Grady, I told you,
the case is all over the TV and the newspapers.
And besides, that son of a bitch deserves it.
- Cahill's right.
You're on their side.
- Grady, you know you're my fucking partner.
Now, why don't you try giving me a little support
for a change instead of beating me down
with the rest of them?
- Sorry.
- Damn.
- Look, I'm just really fucking tired, okay?
I'm sorry.
Look, I'm gonna go out and take a piss, all right?
- One of the many advantages of being a man,
just pull it out and piss in the street, right?
- Well, I can't really argue with that, now, can I?
- Grady, come on.
It's a respectable neighborhood.
Now, go in the judge's house and take a piss.
You have the key.
- You're nagging me here, you know that.
Like we're married, you're nagging me.
- Yeah, in your dreams.
Come on, Grady.
Make it fast.
- Might as well hit up Your Honor for some coffee
while I'm in there.
- Shit.
Grady.
Shit, left his damn radio.
It's 3:30, what the hell are we doing here?
Shit.
Damn it, Grady, you got the worst fucking timing.
This is Detective Perez
requesting backup at 5250 Riverdale Drive.
Repeat, this is Detective Perez requesting backup,
5250 Riverdale Drive.
- Detective Perez. - Come on, Grady.
Get out of there. - 1013, already in progress.
- Get outta there.
Grady, it's a setup!
- They got Trish!
- No! - Grab her legs.
Grab her fucking legs.
- Grady!
Grady!
- I called the police.
My God, are you all right?
- Get away from him.
Get the fuck away from him, you bastard!
Get away!
- Oh, Trish, don't die.
Don't, just stay with us.
We're gonna get you to the hospital.
- Shit, not good.
- Wait, we're taking her to the hospital now, right, Jesse?
Jesse, she's your sister.
Jesse.
- Will you shut up?
We can't go to the hospital, all right?
- Leave me alone!
- Don't you understand?
- Leave me alone! - We killed a fucking cop.
- Shut up!
Fuck you!
- We killed a cop! - She's gonna die!
- We can't go to the hospital! - She's gonna die!
- We can't go! - She's not breathing.
- Don't die, don't die.
Trish, come on.
- Priscilla, take her pulse.
- Come on. - Shit!
She's dead.
Jen, she's dead.
I'm so sorry. - Get away from her.
Let go of her!
Get away!
Get away.
It's your fault!
It's all your fault!
You killed her.
You let her die like a dog.
Get away from her.
No.
Trish, I'm sorry.
- It's getting late.
We better go.
- How's the leg?
- It's only a through and through,
but it's fucking killing me.
You know how it is.
- Yeah, I know how it is.
Listen, you ever think about retirement?
You know that I could almost guarantee you disability.
- Forget it.
- Billie, you're off the case.
I want you to find yourself a nice beat someplace,
park your butt there for a while and relax, okay?
You get back, we'll discuss your future with the department.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Look, I took a call less than an hour ago.
Internal affairs is handling the investigation.
Billie, I ain't gotta tell you,
Grady was your second partner you lost
since you came to homicide.
They suspended you.
I did everything I could for you.
- You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Look, Lou, I really like Grady, but you know he was green.
Look, didn't you read my report?
He went in the house without his damn radio.
It could have happened no matter who he was with.
- Listen, I know that.
I told 'em that.
Billie, there's more to it than that.
- What?
I got a call from Judge Sawyer also.
- Fuck.
- He says you threatened him with your piece.
Did you do that, Billie?
- You know what state of mind I was in.
- Look, I sent you to guard the guy,
not to stick a gun in his face.
- I did guard him and look what it got me.
You know, it makes me sick
the shit I see guys get away with in this department.
But what happens to them, huh?
Barely a slap on the wrist.
And you know why?
'Cause it's a fucking boys club!
I swear, if you don't have a dick between your legs,
then honey, you better stay on your toes,
because you're not one of the boys
and you don't belong here, right?
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.
Fuck.
Me too, but I'm not quitting.
And if they don't want me here, that's tough shit,
‘cause I'm not quitting.
- Detective Perez, I need every piece of paper
you have on the vigilante homicides.
Billie, where you going?
Perez, get the fuck in here!
- We killed a fucking cop for Christ's sake, Jesse.
When one of their own gets hit, they go berserk.
- Cops got nothing on us.
- Pris, don't you remember Detective Perez?
We killed her goddamn partner.
- So Becky, what do you say we do?
- Jesse, you know I'd march straight down to hell with you.
But Grace is right.
After losing Trish and killing that cop,
we got no choice, we gotta lay low.
- Man, you guys all talk about Trish
as if I didn't care, man.
As if I didn't feel responsible.
Well, you're all fucking wrong.
- No, you're wrong, Jesse.
We never meant that.
- She was my sister for Christ's sakes.
You think I don't feel bad, man?
You think it doesn't bother me?
It's tearing my goddamn guts out.
- Jesse, there's too much fucking heat right now.
We murdered a police officer. A detective, no less.
You know about the time I spent up in the joint
and I ain't going back.
- So Becky, what are you trying to say?
What the fuck are you trying to say to me?
- I'm saying I'm with Grace.
We gotta split up until the heat cools off.
- This is bigger than all of us.
We can't end it now, we've come too far.
We made the TV, the newspapers.
We've even got national coverage.
We're finally starting to make an impression.
- Shut the fuck up, Pris.
- You know she's right.
And I tell you something, man,
Trish wouldn't step down.
- Well, whatever you all decide, I'm outta here.
- Where are you going?
- I've just had enough of this fucking town.
- Is that so?
Funny, that doesn't surprise me at all.
Just when things start heating up, you wanna run away.
- Put it away, Pris.
- You never really were one of us, were you?
- Jesus Christ, Pris.
- We've had nothing but trouble since we picked her up.
- Go ahead, try it.
Just try it.
I've had all I can take of your hardass bullshit,
always riding me.
- All right, both of you, put it away now!
I mean it.
- Look at you guys, man.
You're all so scared and mixed up,
you're at each other's throats.
I mean, don't you remember when we felt invincible
because we were united?
I mean, long ago, women had real power.
We were the elders, the shamans, the mystics.
You know, the life givers.
- So what's your point, Jesse?
- The point is I want us to unite again,
one more time. Please.
Just for Trish.
- Jesse, it's over.
- Look, okay, okay, you guys wanna call it quits?
You want to end this thing, huh?
So let's do it in style.
I say we kill Carl Varna.
- Yeah, Varna, they'll give us a fucking medal.
- Carl Varna?
Are you out of your minds?
He's with the mob for Christ's sake.
He's got armed goons all over the place.
- Jesse, it's over.
It's over, Jesse.
- Fuck youl!
Fuck all of you, man.
And you, Becky.
I thought outta all of 'em that you would've stuck by me.
But you're just as weak and pathetic as the rest of them.
- You are way outta line, Jesse.
Way outta line.
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Jesse, just chill for a minute.
- Get the fuck outta here!
- Wait, Jesse.
- Get the fuck outta here!
Get the fuck outta here!
- Oh, Jesse, please, don't do this.
Jesse, it's suicide.
- All of you get the fuck out of here!
- No, no, please.
Goodbye, honey.
Take care of yourself.
- Oh, go on, we don't need you.
- Careful.
- Police, freeze!
Get over there.
Shut up.
- What the hell are you doing?
You're making a big mistake. Really.
No. - Don't bother, Allison.
You know, you got a nice dye job.
Come on, let's get in the car.
Come on.
I saw your file from Steubenville.
He beat you pretty bad, didn't he?
- What are you gonna do?
Send me back to Ohio?
- I don't know.
You know, maybe I should let 'em fry you here
for killing my partner.
- What are you talking about?
- Come on, Allison.
Now, you've done a lot more than waitress
since you rolled into town.
Look, I got you dead to rights.
I can make sure you'll never see daylight again.
- So what's stopping you?
What do you want from me?
- I don't want you, Allison.
I want your girlfriends.
- Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.
- Look, don't fuck with me, Allison.
I will crucify you.
- I want a lawyer.
- Fuck the lawyer.
You listen.
You help me with this, you'll go free.
- Come on, you really think I'm that stupid?
You'd say anything to get what you want.
- You just have to trust me.
- Right.
- Allison, you don't have a choice.
Now, I made you.
How far do you think you'll get if you try to run, huh?
Every cop in this nation will be gunning for you.
Feds included.
You'll never make it out of the city.
- So what am I supposed to do?
- You go back to your girlfriends
and you act like nothing's changed.
But the minute they make a move, Allison, any move,
you let me know.
You call me.
I'm gonna give you my numbers to my mobile phone.
You can reach me there any hour, day or night.
Now, let me see your wrist.
Don't even think about crossing me, girl,
because I'll be watching you.
You try to bolt and I will nail your fucking ass
to the wall harder than the rest of them, you hear me?
I said, do you hear me, Allison?
- Yes, yes, I hear you.
- Good.
Go on back to your psycho friends.
- Jesse?
I thought I heard someone down here.
What's going on?
What are you doing dressed like that, Jess?
Jess?
Oh, no.
Come on, wait, Jesse.
Where the fuck do you think you're going, Jesse?
Come on, Jessie, no.
Don't do this.
Jesse, don't do this.
Please, Jesse, don't go!
Jesse!
- Yeah.
Whoa, Annie. Annie, I don't understand you.
Jesse.
Shit.
- You have made me very angry, young lady.
Very angry indeed.
You have killed my Gunther.
You have any idea how hard it is
to find a man like that today?
Who the fuck are you?
A cop?
Federal agent, perhaps.
- She had no ID.
Wasn't wearing a vest.
- So who sent you?
Santini?
The Montrose Brothers?
Answer me!
- Fuck youl!
- Well, it speaks.
This strange creature seems to think she's rather tough,
doesn't she, Anton?
- Ow!
- Well, if you were a cop,
your colleagues would come here by now to your defense.
But alas, you are all alone with me and my boys.
- Hey, maybe she's one of those vigilantes
we've been hearing about.
- You are so naive, Anton.
Those stories are invented by the media in this country.
But why don't we ask her all the same?
Is that how you see yourself? As an angry vigilante
with God on your side?
Some angel of death come to vanquish the horrible devil?
Oh, I am sorry to disappoint you, my dear.
Don't believe the press.
I am not a devil.
I'm just a businessman.
I know what people want and I sell it to them.
Bring her downstairs, but keep her alive for the party.
- Schenectady, Syracuse, Rochester,
Buffalo station, Erie, Cleveland,
Toledo,
and Chicago.
- Allison.
Get in here, Allison.
What is wrong with you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You stupid fucking bitch!
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
Agh!
- I thought you were leaving.
- Annie saw her leave about four in the morning.
She had all her gear with her.
- So what are we gonna do?
- What do you think?
We're gonna go get her.
- Are you with us?
- Oh, come on, she's worthless.
I knew it.
- Oh, shut the fuck up, Pris.
I'm in, but there's something I gotta go take care of first.
- Bullshit.
We'll never see her again.
- Pris, she said she's with us, okay?
- Okay, Jen.
You go and do what you gotta do.
If you ain't back by midnight, we know you ain't showing.
- I'll be here.
- Bet you a grand she doesn't show.
- Son of a bitch.
Yeah?
Allison?
- Meet me under the Manhattan Bridge in one hour.
I can't talk right now.
Just meet me there in an hour.
- Wait.
Shit.
Allison?
- Drop the gun.
- Shit.
- Drop the goddamn gun.
- What the fuck are you doing, Allison?
- Shut up.
Shut up and move.
- What is this, payback, Allison?
Huh?
You and the girls gonna hit somebody, is that?
- Shut the fuck up.
Shut up. - What now, Allison?
Ah, shit.
- Cuff yourself to that fence.
Do it.
Cuff yourself to that fence.
- Shit.
- Now, give me the keys.
Don't make me shoot you.
You already pinned one dead cop on me.
I got nothing to lose.
- Who's it gonna be this time, Allison, huh?
You can't finish the judge.
He fled to Florida the after you tried to waste him.
Shit.
Let me think.
Trials, acquittals.
It's gotta be somebody in the news.
Somebody worth the trouble.
Carl Varna.
- Well, well, well, Pris, look who's here.
All right guys, enough of this bullshit.
Let's go get Jesse.
- Later, I have a surprise for you.
Do you want a surprise, darling?
Hmm?
Tell me you want a surprise.
Look, look.
That's what happens to naughty girls.
You're not a naughty girl, are you?
Are you?
You're a nice girl.
They cut you apart.
- Hi. - Hi.
How you doing?
You have an invitation for the party here?
- An invitation?
- Yeah, an invitation.
- Yeah.
- You know what an invitation is?
- Yeah, I know what an invitation is.
- Look like you got a nice one.
- Here's your fucking invitation.
Where's Varna?
Where are they keeping Jesse?
- I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
- Listen, we're gonna kill you.
So why don't you just tell us where Varna is
and I might let you live.
- All right, they're downstairs.
Man, there's a party downstairs.
- Sucker.
- Damn.
- Ladies.
Nice clothes.
What are you supposed to be, huh?
- Death.
- Hold it!
- I'll rip your fucking balls off.
- Carl, is this part of the game?
- Die, motherfucker!
- Come on, come on!
I'm still here, you fucking dykes!
Come on.
- You promised me total security, Carl.
You promised me that.
- Becky!
- Jesse?!
- No, please. Please don't.
Don't, don't.
Let me go.
I can give you money.
I can give you millions.
I mean, it millions.
I can give you millions.
Please, don't kill me.
- Freeze!
Put the gun down.
Put the gun down now!
- No way.
- Oh, shit!
Put the gun down!
Put it down!
- So what are you going to do?
Kill us both?
You'd never make it.
You know it.
Just let us go.
All the bad guys are dead.
They'll make you a big hero.
- What about you, Allison? Huh?
Justify killing my partner.
You justify that shit.
- I'm sorry.
We never meant to kill cops.
But it happened and there's nothing we can do about it now.
- I'm gonna waste her, Jen.
I'm gonna do it.
- You're gonna kill me and have her kill you,
or you're gonna be smart.
Use your head, let us go.
Come on.
What's it gonna be?
- Can't trust her.
- No, Pris, don't.
Pris, it's gonna be okay.
She's gonna let us go, right, cop?
You gonna put me away for killing my maniac husband,
or a sick fuck like Carl Varna?
Come on, cop.
You know what he's done.
Tell me there's not a side of you
that would've liked to join us.
Come on, tell me that.
You've got no choice.
- Yeah.
Go, before it's too late.
You just stay the fuck out of my city.
- Hi, welcome.
Good to meet you.
- Hello, ma.
Pretty lady, just keep them coming.
- Hey, aren't you that lady cop?
The one that solved all those murders?
- Yeah.
- I saw you on TV.
Oh, that was some story.
Didn't you get shot or something?
- Yeah, I did.
But it's getting better.
Thanks.
- Well, all right, girl.
All right.
- I like her.
I see you like her, too, huh?
- Yeah, I like her a lot.
You know, she's right.
- What?
- That was some story.
- Oh, come on, Lou, don't start that now.
We're having a good time.
Let's just let it go.
- Billie, Billie, Billie, you know me.
I'm never gonna put this to bed 'til you come clean.
- Lou, let it go.
- Hey, I got you promoted, right?
That dog and pony show at the mayor's office,
I handled that for you, right?
Huh?
All right, so indulge me for a minute.
I know you heard all this before.
I got a street guy.
He says he saw two people come out of Varna's pit
right before the uniforms showed up.
To back that mud up,
I get a fresh trail of blood runs out of the building
and halfway up the street.
Billie, I even had the forensic guys
do a DNA test on the blood.
You know what they give me, huh?
A negative on every stiff in that pit.
Now, you're a detective, Detective.
Where'd the blood come from?
- Lou, what do you want from me, huh?
What the hell do you want from me?
Now, I gave you a report.
You signed it, you sent it up.
What do you want?
- Billie, you know I signed the report.
I backed you up on that.
I want you to tell me the truth.
Just tell me the truth, okay?
It's me and you, we're having a couple drinks together.
- You want the truth?
- This ain't internal affairs.
Tell me the truth.
- The truth is, it's over.
There's nothing else to say, Lou.
It's over.
- Hey, Sally.
Say, Sally, the hips or the lips?
- Can I get you anything?
- Two coffees, black.
- Just you watch, man, I'm gonna get me a bitch tonight.
- Come on, man, are you scared?
- All right. - You're a pussy, man.
- Hey, there, ladies.
How y'all doing tonight?
- Evening, ladies.
- Y'all ain't from around here, now, are you?
- Well, when you're through eatin',
what do you say we take you out
and show you some of the sights, huh?
- Grab a couple of beers, make a night of it.
- Why don't you go fuck yourself?
- Well, excuse me, miss.
- What a bitch.
- She sure ain't friendly, huh, Clyde?
- Strike one. - Hell yeah.
- What are y'all?
A couple of fucking lesbos?
- Leave them alone, Clyde.
- Shut your mouth, Sally.
Unless you want me to have another talk with your old man.
- We'll do it.
Go on, get.
- What are you laughing at?
- Fuck them, man.
Only one way to handle this kind of bitch.
- How's that, huh?
- Drag their fucking dyke asses out back
and fuck their goddamn brains out.
- Hell yes.
What do you two smartass bitches think of that, huh?
- Man's talking to you.
Well, answer him.