Nighthawks

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You talk, we cut your face, hear?

Your purse. Put it in my hand, b*tch.

I said put it in my hand!

You busted my mouth!

- Come on, he-man.

- I'll cut you, man.

I got the hots for ya.

Drop it. Drop it!

Drop it!

You got one more shot to drop it, man.

- I'll cut you, man.

- Come on, badass.

Come on. Cut me, badass.

Come on. Come for me.

Come on.

Come on! Come on, badass.

You got the right to a legal counsel.

You have the right to remain silent.

And anything you say can be

used in a court of law against you.

Amen.

Oh! Excuse me.

- Oh, it's warm in here.

- Isn't it, though?

- May I help you with anything?

- Yes, yes. Something special.

Oh, yes. I think you might be

interested in something like this.

That's good. What is it?

I think you'd be interested in this

more, sir. Would you like to smell it?

- What do you think?

- Would you wrap it up for me?

- I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

- All right.

You really are very pretty.

Well, thank you.

United Press.

I have an announcement to make

for your international wire.

The Wulfgar Command has just struck

a blow against British colonialism.

Be warned that I have a long arm...

...and I'm prepared to fight

my enemies wherever they may be.

Don't forget...

...there's no security.

Police!

- Put your hands up! Against the wall!

- Move! Move!

What the f*** is this sh*t?

How much sh*t you want, man?

How much for this motherfuckin' sh*t?

- Who you talkin' to?

- You, pig!

- Who the f*** you talkin' to?

- You, pig! How much money you want?

- Shut up, man.

- Shut up, my ass! How much...?

I want you to pay for every life you've

wasted on this sh*t, motherf***er!

- Motherf***er!

- Let him go, Matt.

That ain't worth it, man.

I said he ain't worth it.

Let him go, Matt.

Matt, let him go.

If I ever see you again,

I'm gonna kill you.

Do you hear me? I'm gonna kill you.

Now you get over there.

Now move! Move!

Move!

All right, keep your hands up. Let's go.

We're all goin' downtown. Come on.

Come on, kid.

- I could use some coffee. You?

- Yeah, sure.

I went to a party last night.

I'm not used to this nightlife.

- How does that feel?

- Good. Both sides look OK.

- Let the lady out.

- I'll be cool.

Wait a minute. We got things to do now.

- Why do you have to see her now?

- Just cover me for ten minutes.

- I want to see her now, that's all.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- I'll call on her. Don't worry.

- Don't hang around too long, OK?

- I'll be ten minutes.

- Well, hurry up.

Take your hat off, at least. Jesus Christ.

Please, let me help you out.

Irene, I think the pleat you added

to my summer-skirt design is fantastic.

Incidentally, there's an important

buyer coming by in a few days.

It might be a good career move for you

if you'd escort him to dinner and such.

Think it over.

Deke, what are you doing back here?

I came up the back way so I didn't

embarrass you in this get-up.

Very chic(!)

Why are you dressed like that?

Me and Fox just got back from the Bronx.

- Were you cruising?

- Nah, dope bust.

- You all right?

- Oh, yeah, fine.

- So how are you doin'?

- Great. Yeah.

- Being promoted next week, even.

- Is that right? That's good.

Why did you come by? I've gotta get back

to work. I've got a million things to do.

Well, I was wonderin'

if maybe later tonight...

...we could spend some time together?

What do you want from me, Deke?

- What do you want from me?

- What?

Look, maybe I made a few mistakes.

I admit that, all right?

Look, you wouldn't like living

with me again. You really wouldn't.

- Irene, I know what I like.

- Well, it isn't the right time, anyway.

This is not the right time.

People grow, Deke.

I don't understand why you can't

get transferred off the streets.

Why do you have to do

these insane kinda things?

Why the hell can't you change?

I did.

Can I come by tonight?

Can I?

Why didn't you ever pay this much

attention when I was with you?

Cos I didn't know what

it'd be like without you.

I have to get back to work.

I have to go.

I've really got a million things to do.

We'll talk later, all right?

Listen, I've always seen you hanging about

college, but no one knows what you do.

Does it matter? I'm in business.

Don't run away now.

I really am a remarkable fellow.

Kenna, you look a bit nervous.

Mercer sent my money?

Not this trip. They want to

talk to you about that bomb.

Mercer says it was overdone.

Several children were killed.

It hurt the movement.

Don't your people realize what it

costs to run an operation like this?

I work miracles for them.

Kenna... where were you since Friday?

They picked me up at the airport

and they held me over the weekend.

- The police?

- No worry at all.

- But you still came here.

- You know I'd never tell them anything.

You already have.

Move.

You go to a better life.

- Excuse me, Inspector.

- Where's that bastard Hartman?

He's over at the back of the crowd, sir.

- What's going on here?

- Can you tell us anything?

I don't want to hear a word from you,

Hartman, that you warned us.

Not one word, understand?

One of these days it would be nice if

someone listened before it was too late.

First the bombing, then three men

come to get him, and he gets them.

He's becoming quite a legend here, sir.

Maybe. But even a legend can go too far.

He's now killed one of his own.

A man in his position has to worry as

much about his friends as his enemies.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

You fool,

where the hell have you been?

Wulfgar, you must be out of your mind

to bring me here,

right next to police headquarters.

Couldn't you find another meeting place,

other than Sainte Chapelle?

I go where I like.

My payment... let me have it.

A ticket to Madrid?

Is Mercer joking, or what?

Mercer sent me.

But the killing of his courier

will not be forgotten.

He wasn't one of my people. He brought

the police to my door, the idiot.

An idiot with your photo in his pocket.

Yes.

He had brought you your passport.

Interpol has your photo now,

and that was very stupid.

Have you spoken to Hammad?

He thinks you are a dead man soon.

He needs my help.

He needs someone

who believes in his cause.

But where can you work?

You can't show your face anywhere.

We'll see.

It's going down.

- DaSilva, they want you downtown.

- What?! You blew his cover!

- Hey, that ain't my problem, pal.

- It ain't your problem?!

What the f*** do you want here?

- Who do you think you're talkin' to?

- I'm talkin' to you!

Don't ever come around on

our detail again, understand?

- Don't go shittin' me.

- You wanna say somethin' to me?

You do that again,

I'll break your f***in' face!

F***in' glory boys.

Nobody likes your crap.

None of ya. Neither one of ya.

They make anybody a sergeant now.

Kiss my ass, Fox!

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Wise-ass!

What you got?

You know we can't come back

here again, you know that?

- B*tch.

- All the time...

What is this?

Let's get back to headquarters.

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