Stripped Naked Page #6

Synopsis: The story of Cassie (Sarah Allen, Secret Window), a stripper whose boyfriend leaves her on the side of the road during an argument. While trying to get to a phone, she runs into a guy who's about to do a drug deal. When he and the other party end up shot, Cassie now has $90,000 in cash, $90,000 in drugs, and a car to get her home. She dreams of using the money to leave her life of stripping and retire to Paris. Her dreams, however, may be thwarted by the man who owns the drugs and the money, especially when he sends one of his goons looking for the car that Cassie borrowed, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.
 
IMDB:
3.5
NOT RATED
Year:
2009
89 min
54 Views


- I saw that in his eyes too.

You know,

last time I saw that in someone's

eyes was with my father.

- Your dad?

- Mm-hmm.

I heard a rumor.

Can I ask you if it's true?

Ask away.

Did you really kill your dad?

I heard that you shot him

when you were 16.

14, actually.

What happened?

Well...

my mom died of cancer

when I was 12.

My father,

he used to beat the sh*t

out of Howie.

Then he started coming

into my room at night...

you know,

after my mom was gone.

He was looking

for some female attention.

- Hmm.

- So one night,

Howie came home

all hopped up on speed

and he found Dad in my bed.

He went off.

Man, did he go off.

I knew if that fight

continued much longer...

one of them would end up dead.

And I wasn't

gonna let it be Howie.

So you basically

had no choice.

No, I made a choice.

Have you ever regretted it?

You know, I learned young...

that some people

needed to be stopped.

If no one else

was gonna do it,

I would.

I'm not good at stopping things.

What's Cassie gotten you into?

You know, if you're

in over your head...

and you want to talk,

I'm here.

It's okay.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Cassie'll take care of it.

She said she would.

And she will.

It's been a long f***ing day.

It really has.

Hi, I'm not here. Leave a message.

F***ing b*tch blowing me off.

Yes, hello, it's me again.

Stop ignoring me

and pick up your phone.

God damn it,

pick up your phone!

F*** you!

Look at you, girl.

You're gonna do great in France.

You can be in charge of finding a place.

We don't need anything fancy.

Don't ever leave me, Cassie.

I will never leave you, Luc.

I can tell from that look

that you've got something

on your mind.

You're part of the old life, Jack.

I've got a plane to catch at noon.

I don't have time

to f*** around anymore.

This probably not how

your fantasy ends.

I found this torch in your kitchen.

Do you know that

a butane torch like this

can burn at 2,400 Fahrenheit?

Not only that, it can burn

for 20 minutes at a time, Jade.

20 minutes is a long time.

A very long time.

What do you want?

I want to know

where the money is.

Do you know

what I'm talking about?

Yes, but I don't

know where it is.

- Say that again.

- I don't know where it is

or who took it.

You see that?

There is a direct correlation

between this butane torch

and wrong answers.

I never saw the money.

Jack took it. He was at the club

earlier and then he left.

I don't know.

Maybe she went to go

take it from him.

I leant her...

I leant her my car.

That's all I know.

I swear.

You know what, Kyla?

She owes me.

We had a deal.

And even though

Jack didn't bring the money,

I helped her figure out

where it was

and she owes me for that.

Just calm down, Howie.

You always get like this

when you're high.

F*** that! No!

I'm not gonna calm down!

That was the money I was gonna use

to buy this shower for the club.

And I'm not just gonna let her

f*** me on this.

I don't care who she's in with.

They're not gonna

f*** me either.

Everybody's always

trying to f*** with me.

Well, you know, f*** them!

I am sick of being

the nice guy.

Just let it go.

I have a feeling Cassie's

into some bad sh*t.

Okay, Kyla.

F*** Cassie.

F*** that b*tch.

That meth is mine, okay?

Do you hear me?

She owes me.

The meth is mine.

Mine mine mine mine mine!

You know what?

If you're so cool,

why don't you f***ing

count your money

and you can

shut the place up tonight.

I know you're in there

because all your lights are on!

So why don't you

open the f***ing door?!

Grab the knob,

do me a favor and open...

Hello.

It's you.

Yes. Please come in.

It's better if you don't.

In.

So you here for Cassie or Jade?

Cassie.

That's good,

'cause Jade's no longer with us.

Was she meeting you here?

Is she on her way?

Jade was not much help

answering my litany of questions.

No, um...

she wasn't meeting me.

I thought I would, uh...

surprise her.

Well, I'm definitely surprised.

Have a seat.

I hear there's a cabin.

Okay.

I don't know

what this is all about.

And I don't want to know

what this is all about.

And I really

don't want any trouble, okay?

Oh, you think...

you think I killed Jade.

No, I did not do that.

She fell down the stairs.

You know what?

She was a sweet kid.

I didn't like her so much.

She exploited herself

for financial gain

and I don't

find that admirable.

Sure.

Do you know, in the US,

there's more guns than there are cars?

I can see why.

Guns have more personality.

Don't you think?

Look,

I just came here

to get what

Cassie promised me.

I don't want

any trouble with you

or Mr. Grayson or anybody.

And if you let me go,

I'll make it worth your while.

How are you gonna

make it worth my while?

Okay. Okay. Good.

A;

I will never say sh*t about...

this.

And B;

how does...

how does 30 grand

of white pony

sound to you, huh?

And where are you getting

this 30 grand of white pony?

I like that, by the way.

Drugs should be fun.

Yeah.

Cassie. Cassie.

And I know she's got it

'cause she showed it to me.

Now you let me walk out of here

and I swear you'll

get your cut.

You think it's here, hidden?

Oh, I'd bet my life on it.

You just did.

Hey! Hey hey hey!

You have to cock

the gun, a**hole.

- Hello.

- Kyla, it's me.

Howie, where are you?

I'm at Cassie's.

I just killed

the guy from the club.

The freaky one.

He shot Jade,

I shot him.

And now I'm in her house

with two bodies.

And I could use just a little bit

of your f***ing help maybe!

Shut up already.

I'm on my way.

Jesus Christ.

What the f*** happened here?

I didn't do this, he did.

Cassie, she was like this

when I got here.

That guy let me in.

I came here looking for you.

I swear.

I swear!

Just put the gun down.

- Why'd you come here?

- The meth.

I came for the meth.

Sweetheart, that is all I want.

And I will be gone.

You told him

where we live, didn't you?

Cassie, I didn't

tell that guy anything.

- You and your f***ing meth.

- Easy! Easy! Easy!

Did you get your money?

Okay.

You just tell me

where the drugs are...

and we can

work something out.

We can work something out.

I don't need a partner.

Cassie?

Sorry, Howie,

but I do better on my own.

Please.

Okay, Lucky.

It's time.

Oh sh*t, I don't want

to forget your food.

What the f*** did you do?

I- I didn't kill your brother.

They were already dead.

I swear to God.

I tried to save him,

but it was just too late.

You lying sack of sh*t.

No. No no no no.

That guy did it.

He killed Jade and Howie

and he tried to kill me.

I saw him.

I saw him with my own eyes, Kyla.

Kyla.

You're just like the rest.

No.

No better

than the scum I get rid of.

"Par-ee."

# I'm #

# Quitting you #

# Need #

# Something new #

# Ah... #

# Andy #

# Feel me #

# Wounded #

# Heal me... #

I'll call you back.

...another entrepreneur.

Police have identified the body

as that of Oren Grayson,

owner of the exclusive

Martini Room downtown.

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