Stiletto

Kill everyone.

Everyone.

That's what he

taught me.

No time for doubts, no time for

hesitation, no time for feelings,

no time for friends,

no time for family.

The only way

you can make sure

you won't be betrayed, is

to kill everyone around you.

"Everyone must

die," he said.

"Everyone."

So, you know, that

story you heard about me,

it's a true story.

Got it.

Let's talk about

my business.

I have two associates.

They just got indicted.

They end up

serving high time.

These two ratas are

gonna give my ass up.

I could take care of these two

pinche cabrones myself.

But they got the

block on them 24/7.

Because your f***ing DA

has a hard on for me.

He's your boy, huh?

You lean on him.

Make this

indictment go away.

No.

What?

No. I am done

calling in favors

to keep certain animals

out of the joint.

You run a f***ed up

operation, Ernesto.

Me? Uh-uh.

You deal

with this now.

I'm not f***ing

asking you, old man.

You are not taking care

of business, pendejo.

You know what's

a pendejo, right?

It's a pubic hair.

Now, I don't have to listen

to a f***ing thing you say.

Because if I want to, I will drag

this f***ing DA out of his house,

put him on his

f***ing front lawn

and I will cut

his huevos off.

Watch your step, Ernie.

You're crossing

the line.

F*** the line!

What are you gonna

do, old man?

Raina.

My, my God!

Raina.

I love you.

I love you.

Go, guys. Let's

move this thing out.

I told you he's not

going anywhere without me.

Let him go.

Go, go.

Go, go!

This is Debra Moran reporting

live from a private men's health club

In downtown

Los Angeles.

LAPD believe that tonight's

murders of two crime bosses

are part of an ongoing power struggle

between a Greek crime syndicate

and a Mexican

drug cartel.

What's up?

Let's hope this isn't the

start of World War III.

Is my girl in there?

Do you know him?

Ernesto Jimenez.

MS 13.

This is f***ing

Bentley outside.

DA just came down hard on

him and his whole crew.

And the second vic, the one

they wheeled out of here?

Virgil Vadalos, the Greek.

Gutted like a fish.

They say he died

in the ambulance.

Those two. Can

you believe it?

Check this out.

Looks like they had

a lady with them.

The perp was

a female.

I'll wait to hear from the

lab, but I don't think so.

Erni was a spinal

decapitation.

The knife went all

the way to the bone.

It will have to be one

pretty strong female.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And a carton of Malboros.

ID, please.

Just give me my fags,

for f***'s sake.

I need to see

and ID.

How do you like if people f***ing

ask for your papers, Osama? Huh?

Look, I ask for an ID because

you look like 12 years old.

Really?

Twelve you say?

How do these look for

a 12-year old? Yeah?

I think you

better leave now.

Get the f*** out of my store.

Right now!

Get out!

All right.

Try and touch my tits again,

you f***ing fagot.

Hey!

Get in the car.

Tried to touch my tits.

The last thing we need is the

heat coming down on us right now.

Yeah?

Who is it we were

looking for, Papa?

Why do you gotta

bust my balls?

You're such

a little c*nt.

Yeah? Well, I'm

your little c*nt.

You f***ing

piece of ass.

God help me.

What are you doing?

I'm changing.

What?

That silly c*nt called me 12.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Hey, detective.

Remember me?

You look good.

I know.

I guess London was a

good move for you then.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

A little souvenir I

picked up in Heathrow.

Is that you?

Hemi?

Yeah.

Nice.

Listen. About Virgil,

what can I say?

How's Sylvia taken it?

The kids, I mean?

The whole thing was very

upsetting for them. For all of us.

Listen, detective,

you need to come by the house.

I will.

I mean now.

I'm on the job.

Detective, you need

to come by the house.

That's why I'm here.

To drive you there.

You can either

come with me,

or you can follow me.

Woo-hoo!

What took you?

Told ya I should've driven.

You f***ing p*ssy.

Shut up and wait

in the car.

What are you talking about?

I'm going with ya.

No, you're not.

You said you

sorted this out.

Shut up and stay

in the f***ing car.

F*** sake.

She seems like

a nice kid.

F*** you, too.

Come on.

Stay here.

What?

Just go.

Jesus Christ.

No, no.

He took three days.

I beat his record.

Ouzo?

No, thanks.

My lifestyle. That's

what saved my life.

If I were 100-pound

weakling, I'd be dead.

I saw it coming. She's

a f***ing bloodsucker.

This is who I

want you to find.

Her name is,

uh, Raina Mavias.

Russian. In

country Illegally.

I set her up

real good.

She was living with this "has

been" Hollywood producer.

All strung-out

doing tricks.

I don't want you to

share this information.

Not with the cops.

I don't give a sh*t

about your investigation.

I want you to find her.

Not the Police.

What are you

talking about?

As far as the Police

are concerned, I saw nothing.

You go find her and

bring her to me directly.

This is a murder case, not a

speeding ticket. I can't do that.

You can and you will.

I can't do this.

Let me ask you something. You still

getting those postcards from your brother?

You know, I remember when

your brother got in trouble.

He seemed to make a lot

of enemies, didn't he?

He's looked after

real well.

Why are you going

through all this?

I don't need a reason.

And neither do you.

F***ing sh*t.

Ah!

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, tio.

You know my cousin

Alex, don't you?

Hi, Detective Beck.

Long time no see.

How is the LAPD

treating you?

Great.

Why does he got that

monkey handling this thing?

He knows he

won't hurt her.

Like I would.

What? Am I missing something

here? Virgil say something to you?

Look, isn't that sweet?

The pit bull.

Got himself a

little pit bull.

Hey, you wanna go

for a walk, poochy?

Oh, the Greek way, huh?

Listen to me.

The only reason you got this

job is because I went away.

You remember that.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Then it's good for me

you went away, huh?

You take it easy. You're going

to, you're going to hurt yourself.

Hey, Lee, you know it's Illegal to

keep your dog in the car llke that

with the windows rolled up.

She might get heat exhaustion.

F*** you!

F*** you, too, poochy.

Careful.

F*** you.

Listen to me, you

little cocksucker.

You owe me money,

you got it?

Pay me today or die.

You understand?

I made the driver's

license for her.

When?

Uh, about, uh, six months.

Maybe a year ago.

The guy paid for it.

What did he look like?

I don't know. I try to forget

the people who come in here.

Tough guy?

White hair?

Normal!

Hey, Mo.

Listen, man.

This motherf***er

put my uncle in jail.

I recognized him.

My, uh,

my employee

tells me, uh,

you send the Feds to his

cousin in the restaurant.

They sent him

to prison.

Who the girl

come in here with?

Frank Sinatra.

Okay. One, I'm a cop.

Two, I have a gun on me.

I got you and take for three

f***er years buying and selling.

Now, get out!

F***ing stupid, Mo.

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