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I've ever done.

The closer I got,

the more I wanted to turn

and never stop running.

P.A.:
For the first time

on our stage,

introducing the beautiful Roxy.

Hey, honey.

Hi, Dad.

I'm making you breakfast.

Can I have cereal?

No. That's just sugar.

You always eat cereal.

Today we're going

to have some eggs... protein.

- Hello.

- Whoa.

- Good morning, honey.

- Trying to bulk me up?

No, I want you to sit down.

Sit down.

I'm making my two gals

breakfast today.

Your eggs are coming right up.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Three shots in the chest.

Stumbled here to bleed out.

ZHANNA:
I see nothing but anger

in so many eyes.

I wonder how they treat

their women in their lives

as I let my thoughts drift

to someplace peaceful

and far away.

Still, they're not all bad.

Some are just lonely

and want nothing more

than a smile,

someone to recognize

that they exist.

(DOOR CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

Hey.

Hey.

Mom had to run some errands.

You got me today.

- How was school?

- Boring.

- Boring?

- Yeah. Isn't that what it usually is?

I don't know

what school was like

when you were a kid

a million years ago.

- Seat belt.

- Yes, sir.

ZHANNA:

I never walked to my car alone.

It was against the rules,

but it was late, and I didn't

feel like waiting around.

He was waiting for me

at my car.

I knew his face.

He was a regular at the club.

The other dancers call him Angel.

He used to draw me.

I thought it was sweet at the time.

(ALARM CHIRPS)

(SCREAMING)

(BLOWS POUND)

Help me, please!

(GASPING)

I lay awake at night

and tell myself

I'm lucky to be alive

and it's okay

that I didn't report it.

The police wouldn't

have believed me.

I'm a stripper.

I was asking for it.

I was not going to subject

myself to any more humiliation.

(SCREAMS)

Sometimes I believe my excuses

long enough

to drift off to sleep.

(SCREAMS)

But he's always waiting

in my nightmares.

He'll never let me forget

that I am helpless and pathetic

and he has control.

It makes me so angry,

more than what he did to me

or what he took from me,

what I didn't do in return.

I didn't stop him

from hurting anyone else.

He's still out there...

ready to strike again.

MAN:
Oleg...

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Ladies, I know

one after-hours club,

the best one,

'cause you're the best.

The best ladies, best club.

WOMAN:
Oleg,

don't make me work tonight.

(LAUGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC ECHOING)

When the club let out

Meet me outside

Meet me outside, girl,

meet me outside

New iced-out watch...

P.A.:
The ladies appreciate

any tip you may give them.

And for $25, a private dance

can be yours

in our Champagne Room.

Desire... where all

your dreams come true.

Bourbon, neat.

Hey

Unh

High heels

Long legs

Black out, shorty,

it's code red

I'm the young gun

learning from the old head

Slant back, count fat stacks

in the knapsacks

Centerfold body,

arch that like a black cat

Throw it right back,

boomerang when I smack that

Cheers Cheers

Celebration

Make a hot stove

in the apron

Drunk off stress,

high off confidence

Saw one coming...

- Oh, yeah, I remember that guy.

(PATRONS MUTTERING)

Never thought

I'd see you in here again.

Neither did I.

You going to waste that?

It's all yours.

I take it this isn't a social visit.

Hmm. I need

some information, Walker.

What kind?

Guy drawing pictures over there,

what do you know about him?

He's a regular...

just like you used to be.

- Got a name?

- I've seen him talking to Oleg.

Now, if this ain't

official police business...

Who said it's not?

Many ways for an officer of the law

to put a name to a face, Cal.

Straight and narrow's

done you good.

Chilling all the time,

know you feeling it...

- Don't f*** it up.

Cheers

Celebration

Make a hot stove

in the apron

Drunk off stress,

high off confidence

Saw one coming just to finally

triple common sense

I'm been rhyming since

I saw Jay, 'Pac, Nas and Em

Now I'm positive

that I'm hot as them

Tell me who you ride with

Meet me outside

Meet me outside, girl,

meet me outside

New iced-out watch,

chilling all the time...

Yeah

Chilling all the time

Know you feeling it.

(SNIFFS)

Mmm. You sexy girl.

Cal, please,

I need to talk to you.

- Huh?

- I need to talk to you, please.

Give me a second.

I owe Oleg a lot of money

for bringing me here,

but you know

I don't have such money.

I can never repay him.

So what do you want me

to do about it, babe?

You're a cop.

You can help me.

Please.

Oleg's got something going,

something big.

Oleg's got something going

for what, for me?

What am I getting out of it?

You take Oleg, take the money,

then help me get

out of this place.

If it's so big,

Walker must know about it, honey.

No. No.

It's Oleg's deal.

Royce Walker

doesn't know about it.

Cal, help me.

I just want to get away from here.

Okay, I'll think about it, okay?

But I don't want to talk here.

I'll talk later to you,

when I'm not so high.

Relax.

Relax, Katya. Jesus Christ.

Why aren't I getting

any lap dances?

I mean, I want

some f***ing lap dancing.

(HIP-HOP PLAYING)

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, my God.

(MUSIC CONTINUES FAINTLY)

You okay with that?

It's okay, Freddie.

Can I talk to you, please?

Here's my card.

I need your help, Katya.

(SCOFFS) My help?

Where have you been

when I needed you?

I'm sorry, okay?

I had some problems.

I was a different person

back then.

It was a different time.

- I'll make some calls...

- It's too late, Cal.

- I can help you now.

- I'm deep into this sh*t now.

Look...

I need some information

on the guy in the club

that's sketching pictures

of all the girls.

You know who I'm talking about?

Of course. We all do.

I need his real name.

Find out yourself,

piece of sh*t.

WOMAN:

Come on.

Hey, hey. It's Angel, right?

Why are you leaving so soon?

Huh? Come get a drink

with me, baby. Come on.

That's so rude.

DISPATCH:

Nothing in name for 613 N4L.

You sure it's a local plate?

That's what it says.

- Not in the system.

- Thanks.

(DOG BARKING)

ANGEL:
Yeah, right.

I understand.

It's just that I just got home.

You know, it's really

f***ing late at night.

I mean, I don't...

Okay. All right,

where do you want me to go?

Yeah, I know where that is.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

And I just can't slow

The beating of my heart

That you give me arrhythmia

Give me arrhythmia...

- Come on.

- Okay.

Let's go.

That you give me arrhythmia.

P.A.:
Hey, guys,

give it up for Natasha.

Nice one.

From Russia with love.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Like a fool.

ANGEL:
I don't bring work

to you any more, man!

Huh?! Whoa. No.

Put your gun on the ground,

you pimp.

Let's go.

Put it down.

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(OLEG SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

P.A.:
A round of applause

for the lovely Crystal.

Let's give it up

for Crystal, guys.

You take care

of that problem for me?

- He wasn't home.

- Well, try again.

Just give it to Oleg, all right?

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