Stiletto
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- Year:
- 2008
- 99 min
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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
"Everyone must
die," he said.
"Everyone."
So, you know, that
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
Let him go.
Go, go.
Go, go!
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?
Oh, for Christ's sake.
Hey, detective.
Remember me?
You look good.
I know.
good move for you then.
Yeah. Yeah, it was.
picked up in Heathrow.
Is that you?
Hemi?
Yeah.
Nice.
Listen. About Virgil,
what can I say?
The kids, I mean?
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
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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