Stiletto Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 2008
- 99 min
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Eliminating me
and my kind.
Don't mess
with the Russians.
I cannot wait to see
the look on your face
when you realize what
you've done to your family.
I figured
it out yesterday.
How to survive here.
This absolutely hink of a planet.
Listen to me.
I'm trying to save your life.
Do you understand?
Wait five minutes
before you turn around,
and don't even think about
going back into that theater.
Do you understand?
Just nod your head.
Give me your hand.
Take a long vacation,
and make some
new friends.
Nice tattoo.
I didn't touch
that money.
And I've nothing to do with
that girlfriend of yours.
So, if she
knew about it
and where it was,
I don't know.
But it wasn't me.
You know, I asked you
if you took it.
No, I'm just
thinking out...
Now you're going
on about it.
Maybe I'm wrong.
I... I, maybe I should
just ask you flat-out.
The answer's no.
Oh.
Why are you so f***ing
paranoid, Lee, huh?
I don't see Raina.
What are you doing here?
You rather have this
conversation on a cell?
Your girl's not making it easy
to keep the cops off track.
She's been cutting up
her ex-boyfriends.
Those scumbags were known accomplices
who pulled out jobs together.
So she's doing
the cops a favor.
They were connected.
Do you wanna tell me now before my captain
does how these guys are tied to you?
Uh-uh. They have
no ties to me.
They're garbage.
Well, she cut you up
the same as them.
So, in her eyes
you're no different.
How are you?
Wow!
Now we can party, right?
Mr. Molinas.
All right.
C'mon, show me.
Right this way. Chef's
been waiting for you.
Okay. What do we got?
Don't worry.
The best for you.
So, what's best?
We got beef,
some nuggies.
Me gusta.
How's business?
My business is
none of your business.
Right this way.
See? Best table on the house.
So, Mr. Molinas, a bottle of
champagne on the house.
A bottle of champagne
on the house?
How about two bottles
of champagne on the house?
Hey, I got a joke.
Vadalos.
Put your hands away.
You want them cut off?
Hey. Vadalos.
What's up, man?
Why don't you show some respect?
We're having dinner.
I can see that.
You're sitting here having dinner.
My boy Ernesto is in a f***ing slab.
Crazy sh*t, huh?
Yeah. Ernesto.
He was a real hermano.
But I sent something very
speclal to his wife and kids.
I-I should've delivered it
personally but, as you know, um,
I'm suffering from
injuries myself.
You and I both know that
you took out Ernesto.
But don't ever think you're
gonna f***ing get away with it.
You cocksucker!
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay. Let's go.
Go and get the f*** outta here.
Get the f***
outta here!
Get the f***
outta here!
Get the f*** outta
here, you pussies.
We'll be back.
Time to go.
like that. They're coming back.
Look, don't be so stubborn.
I get the car.
Where's the
f***ing car?
Let's go. Lee.
Get it here, Alex.
Get in. Get in.
The shotgun, Virgil.
Gimme that shotgun.
What are you doing?
Lee. Hold on. Lee!
Lee!
Hector!
Argh!
C'mon. C'mon!
C'mon. C'mon.
Go. Go!
You got something
on you mind, Lee?
Yeah. You're not
up to this!
F*** you, cowboy!
This guy should be picking out
uniforms for cocktail waitresses.
Not running an operation
during a time of war!
Listen to him.
"Time of war."
Mr. John Wayne
f***ing cowboy!
Hey, when all the guns are pointing in
our direction, that's a f***ing war!
The guns are pointed at me.
Same thing!
No, not this time.
What is wrong with you?
We got kids upstairs
trying to sleep.
Okay. Everybody out.
Hello.
It's beautiful.
I love you.
I love you.
Are you ashamed of me?
There's lot more important things
in life than who's f***ing who.
Oh, Sylvia.
It's not...
Not important?
No. It's not.
But my family is.
I knew what you were
when I met you.
All I asked for
was your last name.
And you gave it to me.
I have everything.
Yeah. So do I.
So do you. So do you. So do you.
So do you. So do you. So do you.
I hate you.
Of course you have everything.
Everything.
I am nothing.
I'm sorry.
No. No.
I knew what you had
to do to get us here.
I'm not an idiot.
Something happened
to you.
I could justify
that to myself.
To the kids.
You did it for us, right?
But if I lose you
because of this,
how do I justify
that to myself?
How do I tell the kids what
happened to their father?
But this, yes, I would
be ashamed of you.
What?
Give it to me.
I won't give it to you.
Give it to me or I will
break your little fingers.
No, you won't.
Oh.
I love you.
I love you, baby.
Hey.
Oh, God, it's so
cold out here.
Hey, you!
Look at me!
Hey.
If I looked like her, I'd had no
problem finding a place to crash.
Try the Four Seasons.
You wanna cry over
your ex-girlfriend all night?
You wanna let us
take care of you, hm?
Don't move, cocksucker.
You kidding me?
Shut up, p*ssy. You lucky I don't kill
ya after listening to all that wining.
Get your f***ing
hands off me.
Oh, sh*t!
He's a cop!
Okay.
Okay, okay,
enough, enough.
I know that b*tch.
I think you broke
my f***ing nose.
I've seen her once.
She's with this guy.
Who? What's his
f***ing name?
I don't know. He likes to buy
titties for b*tches in need.
The call him, they call him,
uh, Large Bills.
Large Bills. And he's had a hard-on
over that f***ing girl for a long time.
Where's he hanging out?
I don't know.
He's all over.
You can't miss him.
Rich white boy. Rolls with the brothers.
Get out.
Can I have
my gun back?
B*tch.
Open the door.
We're coming in.
Sorry. Ladies
only tonight.
I said open it.
And I said no.
You're not in the list.
You're not getting in.
You're gonna
let us inside.
Or I'm gonna split
your f***ing head open.
Boss.
Wow.
Come on.
It's all right.
I have a problem.
No sh*t why do I need the Lord
of the Ring motherfuckers in here.
What's wrong with you?
Huh?
You're sitting here with these
monkeys and you say that to me?
Does it bother you to see
a man enjoying his life?
Like something beyond, uh, like something
you might be able to comprehend?
Huh? Huh?
You know, I think you
finally found yourself.
A white man who's
turned into a n*gger.
Wow!
It's okay. He called me
a n*gger. I'm a n*gger.
I'm a n*gger,
motherf***er man.
Look, you sell crystal meth
amphetamine to underage teenage girls
and hook them into prostitution.
Wow, whoa, that's noble.
That's what you are. That's what
you do. Get f***ed. Okay? I'm busy.
Two of our
brothers are dead.
That's sh*t to me. What's it go
to do with me? I don't give a sh*t.
The f***ing crippled Greek.
I want you to take care of it.
They're off my side.
Leave me out of it, okay?
I severed my ties to you f***ing
pieces of garbage a long time ago.
See that?
You could burn it off.
You could cut your f***ing arm off.
F*** you.
You think the money
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