"What's up, man?" "What, man?" "He said, "What's up?"" "Sure you wanna do this?" "Bitch!" "Fuck, y'all!" "Rasta-rah!" "I'm a business man!" "Let me see the readies." "A taste first." "You feelin' good, baby?" "You rascal." "What the fuck, man?" "It's just business." "Fuck!" "Now crawl to the bathroom." "I don't want to clean up no mess." "Shit!" "Leo, Leo." "I have been watching you, my friend." "Shit, Guido, what are you doing here?" "The boss is really pissed with you, my friend." "Come on, man, I was collecting." "You know the rules!" "No drugs..." "I know, I know, no drugs or whores." "What do I see?" "Heroin!" "And that jacked up hooker!" "Come on, man." "Me promise, I not fuck the boss." "I fuck you!" "Hold on... hold on." "Hold on." "Come on, pour it on me." "Now give me a break." "Give me a break, okay?" "Guido, please?" "Give you break?" "Yeah." "I'll give you two breaks." "Fuck!" "No, don't take my money." "Don't take my money, man." "Yeah?" "Boss, it's taken care of." "Bless you, Guido." "Where are you?" "Ten minutes." "Hurry up, here, there's someone I want you to meet." "Yes, boss." "Thanks, amigo, I'm starving." "What do I owe you?" "Where's the boss, inside?" "Yeah, he's got Sid Shine in there." "Sid Shine?" "Yeah, and some scary-looking guys." "What do they want?" "Sid's introducing them to Jerry." "They're from Los Angeles and moving a bunch of stuff in here from Albania." "Big stuff..." "I mean, currency and gold." "They need a big fucking shipping container to do it." "So I sorted my friends out at the Port for you, then what?" "Well, that's it, that's all you gotta do." "You just set us up and you receive a royalty payment." "We return to Los Angeles." "Uran will stay here." "Your driver will take him to Customs to collect our packages." "He's got all the details of operations right on his phone." "The first container is already at the door." "But you must remember this, it's against the rules... to ship whores, drugs..." "What's so fucking hilarious?" "Look, why don't you just have a car pick us up in the morning." "That won't be necessary, sir." "You've done enough." "Uran will take care of it." "Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Guido Amed... my best, very best man." "I don't need no fucking driver." "I want you to take this man to the dock yard tomorrow morning and show him... whatever he wants to see... and whatever he wants you to do, do it." "Okay?" "Hey!" "Piss... your pants!" "Now, fuck off." "Scaring my customers away again?" "For the rent." "Still no checking account," "Goodbye." "Aren't you forgetting something?" "No, come on, please!" "Stop arguing." "Every morning, the same shit." "It goes with the rent." "Okay, thank you very much." "Okay, goodbye." "The Albanian has got all the details of those shipments on his phone." "I don't care if you have to kill him and his driver." "Just do what you need to do, I need that memory card from Uran's phone." "Okay." "Understand?" "I'll take care of the rest." "I think now is a really good time to get out of the car." "Yeah, yeah... yeah." "Hello, faggot." "Tell me, what's the difference between an American inflatable sex doll and a Arab one?" "The Arab one, she blows herself up." "Do you get it, faggot?" "This your guy?" "Pleasure to meet you." "Got the money?" "Pier 18, loading dock." "Do you like that, baby?" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Mother fucker!" "Mother fucker!" "What are you doing?" "Mother fucker!" "My god, what the fuck is this shit!" "Fuck your mother, you mother son of a bitch!" "Hey!" "Come back here!" "Where the hell you think you going?" "You mother fucker!" "Stop the fucking car!" "Stop the fucking car!" "Fuck, stop, Stop it!" "Jesus, hey asshole, you know what you just did?" "Hey faggot, come on." "Fucking son of a bitch!" "Asshole, you know who I am?" "What did my boss say?" "What did he say?" "No hookers, no drugs, mother fucker!" "Come here!" "Come on." "I killed them, they jumped us at the Port." "They wanted to get the fat man's computer." "What are you doing, you fucking idiot?" "Guido, do you know what these characters are like?" "Do you know who they are?" "Boss, I'm sorry." "How many did you kill?" "All of them." "All of them?" "At most, I think, I'm sure, yes, all of them." "What about the Bekteshi boy, did you whack him, too?" "No, no, he's alive." "Where is he?" "In the trunk." "Are you kidding?" "No, no, he's there." "Well, open it." "No, no, boss, it's not a good idea." "Just fucking open it!" "You fucking did kill him." "Boss, I swear he was just fine when I put him in there." "Hey, hey!" "My neck!" "Boss!" "I'm okay, I'm fine." "Hey, is that the guy from last night?" "Shut up." "I'm gonna call the Albanians." "What?" "You're like a boomerang!" "Keep coming back to bad news." "O'Connell, what the fuck?" "My vault was impounded." "My guy told me they got ambushed." "I don't give a fuck what he said!" "Listen, you had whores on the boat." "That is against the rules." "You can't have whores on the boat." "What happened to my men?" "Killed." "O'Connell, I'm going to rip out your eyes and skull fuck you!" "Hey, I told you they got attacked." "They were ambushed." "What the fuck's wrong with you?" "Where is his phone?" "Hang on." "Guido!" "The Albanians want to know what happened to Uran's fucking phone." "In the shoot out, he broke the phone." "He pulled out the chip inside and swallowed it." "God." "It got broke, he swallowed the chip." "Are you absolutely sure he swallowed it?" "Yeah, why would I make that up?" "Good, now bring us the body." "You gotta get this fat fuck to Los Angeles." "Los Angeles." "Yes, sir." "Three days minimum." "Yeah, he's gonna start just stinking in like three hours." "Why are you talking?" "What the Albanians want, the Albanians get." "You remember that I am the one responsible for moving your immigration papers... to the United States, so you could live here, you ungrateful bastard." "Boss, it's five state lines, New Jersey plates." "I'm not gonna do this." "You killed him, it's your responsibility." "Figure it out." "Hey, I don't trust that Irish fuck." "He says he's got his driver bringing the body straight to us." "The towel head?" "How is that a good plan?" "Fuck that!" "We send someone, they kill the Arab, and they'll bring us Uran back." "Piss your pants!" "Oy!" "Excuse me, madam." "Guido..." "Dios mio... are you robbing me?" "No, no, no, no, I am taking a trip." "I have to leave now, I'm going to Los Angeles." "You're going to Los Angeles." "Take me with you!" "No!" "I have to go." "I have to go home." "Heh?" "Mexico home." "It's just five hours south of Los Angeles." "Don't be ridiculous." "No!" "You don't understand, Guido!" "Mrs. Gomez..." "So, I guess I had better go with you?" "What did you see?" "Enough to know that you've been a very naughty little boy." "You're too nosy for your own good, you know?" "You don't scare me." "No?" "So, either you drive me across the country, or I take myself to the police department." "Your choice." "Shit!" "Sh..." "Is there a problem?" "No, no problem." "Hey, Sid, what are you doing here?" "Well, you know..." "One, no, one." "You gonna tell me who's in the trunk?" "No." "Or how he died?" "No!" "I know what you do." "How do you know?" "I have eyes, it's a small neighborhood." "I know the company you keep and the hours you keep." "Who's the little girl?" "The little girl in the picture next to the bed?" "What do you doing in my room?" "I have a right to know who lives in my building." "You stay out of my room." "How old is she?" "Ten?" "She is my sister." "Just trying to figure out what happened." "Okay, we're just trying to smooth things out." "So..." "Why don't you tell me what happened... after Uran swallowed the chip?" "I already told you." "Guido killed him." "Nice." "What are you doing?" "What is it with you?" "What?" "Everywhere you go, what?" "You always gotta fuck around." "No, I'm serious, this is worrisome." "It's like you got ADD or something." "Like it's..." "Don't fucking..." "Just hurt me." "Took the limo to go back to the Albanians." "He's in the limo?" "Now come on, you wouldn't be lying to me about that, would you?" "No, goddamn it!" "Why would I lie?" "So how do we find this limo?" "I don't know." "You don't know?" "Sid!" "How can you not know?" "Sid!" "What?" "What is this?" "It looks like a tracking poster." "So you can track your limos?" "Was that..." "Why didn't you say so?" "I have a sister, too." "I haven't seen her in years." "Decades." "Where does your sister live?" "I have to concentrate on my driving." "Where are you from, Guido?" "Can I get the info on Tom, Edward, John, Sam, 932?" "Why don't you give me your license and registration." "What kind of name is Guido Amed?" "Is that Arabic?" "Iraq." "Why don't you go ahead and pop your trunk." "Will this take long, officer?" "I need to use the little girl's room." "Number two, you know?" "No, ma'am." "You know what?" "Why don't you just get out of here." "Why do they call you Guido?" "You're not Italian?" "When I came to this country, everybody would say to me..." ""Hey, are you a fucking Guido?"" "So, when it came time to fix my papers..." "I said, "My name is Guido"." "I'm gonna get some ice, okay?" "I'm gonna check us in." "Okay." "Hey..." "Go!" "Aren't you the little guy from the Harrison party?" "Go!" "Give me that!" "Give me that!" "I think we might have problem." "Our guy's not picking up." "I don't know what's wrong." "Maybe he's shy." "I don't think so." "Just get someone else on it, would you?" "Someone who knows how to use a fucking phone!" "Let's go." "He wants 40 bucks." "Guido, Saint Thomas Catholic Church is right on our way." "No, no." "We can't afford to miss a historical sight like this." "No way." "Guido, I'm not going to travel all the way across country... to miss St. Thomas Catholic Church." "It is the oldest Catholic Church in Missouri." "The answer is no, all right?" "Guido, we must seize the opportunities that life gives us... or they slip away and before you know it, your time will be done." "I'll wait for you in the car." "40 bucks for the lady's room!" "We are not stopping at some church." "I am working, you are coming along for the ride." "Do not ask again, all right?" "I'm dying." "It's a one-way trip." "You get five minutes." "Guido, Guido?" "What?" "Thank you." "Fuck you." "God, Guido, you stupid fuck." "Come on, what's taking so long?" "That's what you get for working the food chain, folks." "He gonna make it?" "Looks like it." "I want a call." "Hey, anyone not working here now, I want out." "You hear me, out!" "Just do it!" "Quiet!" "I said, quiet!" "Hello?" "Who is this?" "Who are you looking for, sir?" "Detective Rivers!" "Found the weapon." "Hello?" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Hello?" "All right, put a trace on that." "Run my photos through Interpol." "Hey, you ever tried Xanex?" "Lorazepam?" "See a doctor, will ya?" "It's beautiful, built in 1830..." "You go, I'll stay in the car." "Don't be ridiculous." "We've come all this way, you're going inside." "Do you want to know why this church is so special to me?" "I got married here." "We stopped here driving across country." "It was 50 years ago." "Isn't it peaceful here?" "Peace makes me uncomfortable." "Guido, the universe has a great capacity for forgiveness." "He created man's weakness... 'cause he knows that we should know that to err is human... and nobody is perfect." "Mohammad said that." "How do you know the Quran?" "Look, lady, you do not know what I have done in my life." "If there is heaven..." "I am going to hell." "When you come to my village, maybe you will change your mind." "Now, excuse me, I'm gonna make a confession." "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." "When did you last take confession?" "15 years ago when my husband died." "Do you believe in forgiveness?" "Of course." "Jesus is..." "No, I mean real forgiveness." "For something like murder?" "Murder?" "Jesus Christ!" "Can a man take another man's life and still find forgiveness?" "Can he ever forgive himself?" "I have a friend." "He's in trouble, Father." "He's put up such a wall of defense, you know?" "I'm not sure if he can ever find his way back out again." "Your friend, the killer?" "He's hurting inside, I know it." "But if he can't see that, how can I help him?" "All a man needs to find forgiveness is to truly open up to the Lord and ask for it." "You, you can't force it." "Thank you, Father." "I feel much better now, and you?" "Fantastic." "I told you, I told you, you would feel better if you came in." "Shall we go?" "Okay, we go." "Why isn't that green dot moving?" "Yeah." "Hey, sorry, boss." "You want me to come back later?" "No, I want you to tell me why you are knocking on my door?" "I got a... a bit of bad news." "Would it have anything to do with why my little green dot is ditting on its ass?" "'Cause he got killed." "But you said it was the best fucking contact that you had, didn't you?" "We underestimated the Arab." "Okay, so what now?" "I'm gonna have to cut in on that fat fuck myself?" "Right?" "It's what you're telling me here?" "Get the car." "Well, he's probably halfway..." "Look, we're talking here and you should be getting the car!" "Get the car!" "Are we done here?" "I'll tell you when we're fucking done!" "Fucking towel head left the keys in!" "Hey!" "Hey, he's coming." "Go, go, go!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Fuck!" "Fucking shit!" "Son of a bitch!" "What the..." "Holy shit!" "Go, go, go!" "Hurry!" "Go faster!" "Hey, you!" "Piss your pants." "Hello." "Get out of my face." "Shit." "Out." "Did we stop?" "Toilet, madam, toilet." "Shit!" "Hello, darling." "Go away, you stink." "Yep, just as I thought, made in heaven." "Dios mio." "Get lost." "Feisty!" "I got me a nice, little room up on the second floor." "Maybe you'd like to come up there, get to know each other and..." "Was that necessary?" "Was what necessary, Madame?" "Never mind, Guido." "Call me Maria." "Okay, Maria." "I am sorry." "For what?" "I am sorry you're going to die." "We are all dying, Guido." "That's what makes moments like this so precious." "I love this song." "Dance with me." "No, no, no, I don't know how." "You're joking." "When I grew up, it was not allowed." "Everybody knows how to dance." "No, no, no, please." "All you have to do is give in to it." "In my village, I remember all we did was sing and dance." "But what are we going to do now?" "Follow me, Guido." "Please, come on." "Let it happen." "Let what happen?" "Just enjoy." "Enjoy the music." "Someday maybe You'll want someone too." "When your waves Are crashing like an ocean." "Don't you ever get caught up In emotion." "Hold on belong Come on to you." "Are you awake?" "I don't sleep so good at night." "When my husband became ill, he couldn't sleep either." "So I used to tell him stories." "Put him right out." "And now it's my turn and he's not here." "I could tell you stories." "Once upon a time..." "Once upon a time, there was a little girl." "And she had a little dog." "What kind of a dog?" "I don't know." "The kind that's all mixed up." "A mutt." "Mutt." "So the little girl and the mutt were playing in the streets one day." "That's when the airplanes came." "And they dropped the canisters." "All the little canisters... plunk, plunk, pss." "And smoke..." "And the mother and the father of the little girl they run out and other peoples... they run out and the gas just put them all to sleep." "Psssss." "And the little boy in the house... he sees his family lying in the street and he begins to cry." "And he cries and he cries for so long." "And then one day, the little boy he says... that he will never feel that pain again." "Ever." "I understand." "Good night, Guido." "You're having a dream." "Rivers!" "What you got?" "We traced that call." "It's a company phone, belongs to O'Connell's limo services." "Now I checked the logs that we impounded last night and apparently... it's permanently out to a Guido Amed." "The same file has him driving an '84 Cadillac limousine with bogus plates." "But it is O'Connell, what do you expect?" "Going somewhere with this?" "Remember the killings that went down on the Jersey docks a few days ago?" "Yeah, the Albanian charter?" "Smuggling those girls... so?" "Closed circuit TV at the docks matches a plate... going through security at the time of the shootings." "What do you mean, they match O'Connell's plates?" "Are you fucking shitting me?" "I shit you not." "What do you know?" "That's good work." "Good work!" "See what you can dig up on this Guido Amed." "I'm on it." "Also, I put out the All Points Request on revenge killings." "I should be getting a response back in the next... few hours." "What happened here?" "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did." "Me, too." "Do you know..." "I..." "What?" "Never mind." "Guido, only small children say that." "Let me tell you something." "No, never mind." "It's just..." "I am glad you are with me, Maria... on this trip." "Me, too." "Come on, we gotta go." "Okay, so he goes by Guido Amed." "He's an Iraqi national over here on a work visa." "Wait a minute, how do you figure that?" "This is interesting." "His birth name is Toofich Bin Amed... he was the chief bodyguard for the Barzani warlords... in Kurdistan during the second Gulf War." "I mean, this guy was feared throughout the region." "He was involved in all sorts of trouble from gun running to smuggling, you name it." "I mean, the people back there still call him by his tribal moniker, "The Fierce One"." "What is this guy he's working over?" "Don't know, still working on that one." "Now, after the North was liberated..." "Bin Amed got a job working for a contractor as a driver and guide." "The Government, ours, promised him a work permit here in the U.S... if he was able to find a bona fide job offer." "And there was O'Connell?" "Exactly." "With the phone call you traced, right?" "Yeah." "Over the phone." "From the cell phone outside of Saint Louis, Missouri." "Missouri?" "Well, he's driving cross-country, isn't he?" "I gotta see what's in the limo, do you understand?" "What's in the trunk?" "You gotta cover the airports, the borders, the ferry routes... plaster his face, man, everywhere!" "About an hour, Jimmy." "No!" "Malakas called, bad news." "Fuck!" "Get off the girl and put your fucking pants on!" "The cops are gonna get to him before we do." "Got it coming." "Got my best guy on it." "Thought the last guy was your best guy?" "Let me tell you something." "If by some miracle, this desert bunny makes it to us in one piece... we got to make a nice reception for him." "What kind of reception?" "Cheese and fucking crackers." "Jesus Christ, what the fuck the reception do you think I mean?" "Go, you make sure they don't find them before we do!" "Skol." "Da." "Fucking pig." "Are you sure you like this color?" "It's okay, what's the problem?" "Nothing." "You know why I want to go back to my village, Guido?" "No." "So much beauty and tranquility." "And I always thought I wanted to go back to die there." "So why did you leave?" "I fell in love with a Lebanese merchant." "Lebanese?" "Arab?" "You have a weakness for Arab men." "Needless to say, it didn't go over very well with my father." "I was young, I was in love and nothing else mattered." "So, I ran away." "You ever go back?" "I was the black sheep of the family... the one no one talks about." "Funny that we are both exiles of our own country." "Where are you from, Guido?" "What?" "Do I have to beat it out of you?" "Dios mio." "Tough guy, who are you?" "What do you do, Guido?" "I'm from Iraq, my parents were Kurds." "I grew up in the city of Al-Awja." "When Saddam's soldiers came, they killed thousands of peoples from my city." "My family... all gone." "What do I do?" "I kill people." "I am good at killing." "That must be very hard." "Not really, the skin is thin, the bones break easily." "No problem." "That's not what I mean." "Are you okay?" "It's just the fumes." "Thank you, Guido." "For letting me into your life a little bit." "For bringing me on this journey." "You have my husband's eyes." "What is this guy sight-seeing with a corpse in the trunk?" "There is something seriously wrong with this guy." "Well, he'll be dead soon, he might as well live a little." "We'd better piss faster, would you?" "How fucking fast do you want me to piss?" "We are like five hours away from him and longer if he keeps fucking around, so hurry up." "You must be tired, or need a hug or something." "I'm gonna lie down in the back." "Okay." "It's me." "Guido." "Everybody and their mother's looking for you." "Jerry's dead." "Sid and his goon worked him over, wanting to know where Uran was." "He sanded his hands down until he talked and then he grinded off his fucking face." "The cops have been all over me." "What did you tell them?" "Nothing!" "They know all about you, they been looking everywhere for you." "So is half of Al-frickin-bania, by the way." "That's one hot stiff you got." "Listen, when I called Jerry's office..." "Agent Rivers, he answered the phone." "He's a tight-ass." "Is he straight?" "How the fuck should I know if he likes boys or girls?" "What the fuck?" "Shut up, listen, is he a good cop?" "He's an old detective." "He seemed, I guess..." "Why?" "I want you to tell him about the GPS tracking device that's under the car." "Are you fucking crazy?" "He'll..." "You have to tell him." "It's very important." "Yeah, but..." "Stan... don't fuck this up." "I'll call you soon." "We got him!" "We got what?" "The mechanic was right." "The Cadillac is equipped with GPS tracking device." "Bam!" "See?" "Right there." "He travelled southwest from Saint Louis across New Mexico." "Looks like he's headed to L.A." "That's perfect, that's what I'm talking about." "Yeah!" "Now we're going for a ride." "And the chief sent an e-mail about a Detective Malakas... some task force guy based out of Beverly Hills, he's attached to us." "So what?" "Beautiful." "We'll make him pick us up at the airport." "Yeah!" "Guido, have you ever seen anything so incredible?" "When I was a boy... my father took me to Mount Assad... near the Turkish border." "You could see all the way across the earth until she turned into herself." "With beauty like this, how can anyone not have faith in a higher power?" "I have no faith." "But you do." "You believe in your sister." "She's dead." "She's alive... in you." "Did you kill the man in your trunk?" "Yes." "Did you have to kill him?" "I don't know how to stop, Maria." "When I put my hands around a man's throat... and I break his bones... when I put my knife deep into his throat... and I see the life leave his eyes..." "I feel nothing." "I don't feel anything." "Give me your gun, Guido." "What?" "We carry the tools of our trade." "The writer, the pen, the tailor, the needle." "The killer, the gun." "Give me the gun." "What do you want to be?" "Give me the other one." "Give me the knife." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "Maria?" "Maria?" "No, no." "No, no!" "Sh..." "What are you doing?" "Look, Guido." "Such beauty for all to see." "Welcome to California, fellas." "All right, boys, what have you got?" "This type of execution, it look familiar to you?" "My god." "No." "Who is it?" "Listen, fellas... you expect my department to assist you... on a homicide that took place in New Jersey... but you're unwilling to share information that could help us to do that?" "Well, it's possibly a very sensitive case, that's all." "I see, so because I'm state, I can't be trusted with a federal case." "No, you misunderstood me." "I'm happy to let you guys do this one on your own... believe me, I've got better things to do." "You want to go back to the beginning?" "That's up to you, my friend." "He's here." "He just crossed the state border this morning." "What happened here?" "I don't know, it seems as though, according to this... he's been stopped for like 30 minutes." "15 miles over the border from Arizona into California." "It looks like somewhere in San Bernardino." "About 45 minutes from here, give or take." "All right, let's check it out." "I want eyeballs on this immediately." "Are we understood?" "I'll get my guys right on it." "But I can't do anything without the information from the tracking device." "Sure." "God, there he is." "We gonna get him." "Fuck!" "The signal, I lost it." "This a bad area?" "Can be." "We're up in the mountains." "No, it just stopped tracking." "The signal is blocked somehow." "Doesn't matter, we're almost there." "Shit!" "Shit, I lost the signal." "No wonder, where are we, Hooterville?" "I don't know." "Well, this is where they stopped?" "Yeah." "30 minutes?" "He used this stream." "For what?" "To cover his tracks." "This is where the signal started, though, right?" "Man is no amateur." "We could be out here for days." "We don't even know what we're looking for." "Don't worry, my guys will take care of this." "Shit!" "Drop your weapon!" "Get out of the car!" "Drop your weapon!" "Drop your weapon!" "Hands on your head!" "Keep driving." "It's okay, keep driving." "Put your hands on your head!" "Exit the vehicle!" "On the ground!" "Get on the ground, goddamn it!" "Who are these assholes?" "You stupid shit." "I guess we're not the only ones tracking the signal." "I guess not." "Come on, Mr. Fiskin, push." "Lovely." "My god." "There are two agents, one old, one young." "The old one, you got his e-mail address?" "You should be running from the cops, not e-mailing them." "Just shut up and listen." "Get his e-mail for me." "Yeah, I got it right here." "Good." "Weapons possession, that's all we cold get those guys on?" "That's all we could get him on." "Don't worry about that." "We need to focus on the tracking device." "What's happening with that?" "Nothing." "I think he found the device and killed the signal." "I'm dropping you guys at your hotel." "It's 5:00 in the afternoon." "Who's quitting here?" "Nobody's quitting, just figured you were exhausted from your trip." "Not at all." "Look, don't worry, my guys are on it." "If anything happens, I'll call you right away." "Okay?" "I'll tell you what, why don't you just relax, I'll be right back." "You need me to come with you?" "Of course, I need you." "I need you in the car, okay?" "'Cause when that limo comes in I need you on it." "I am the muscle." "You are the hustle." "Let's go!" "Move it!" "Shit!" "Holy fuck." "Is there a problem?" "No, no problem, just..." "Holy fuck, it is beautiful out here." "Isn't that beautiful?" "Yeah, real pretty." "Get in!" "Get in!" "Get in!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Let's go!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "What the hell are you doing?" "Don't worry, we'll keep you in the loop." "Go." "What a dick!" "What's up?" "Wait, where are we going?" "The hotel is back there." "Read that attachment." "It's a list of girl's names and addresses all over the place." "That boat was from Albania, right?" "Yeah." "It's a prostitution ring, those girls are kids." "They were kidnapped." "Are you serious?" "Where did you get this?" "Guido." "How?" "Don't matter, he's telling us to follow the signal, we're following it." "To where?" "I don't know, it's the only attachment." "And call the chief, tell him to get some local help here, but I mean help, all right?" "Not this bullshit." "Okay, are you sure?" "I'm gonna need assistance here now and fast." "All right, but are you sure..." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "We need a team!" "Hey!" "Beverly hills, all right?" "Well, well, well." "Let them know you're here?" "I need to see them now." "My fucking shoe!" "Help!" "Take off your pants." "Take off your pants!" "Now take off your friend's pants." "Sid, we're moving a couple of thousand pieces a month." "By the end of this year it will be ten thousand." "A couple of years from now, there will be 1.2 billion dollars." "I see a future for us, Sid." "God Bless America." "What is it?" "There's been some developments." "We know." "The faggot driver is on his way here with the body." "The dumb fuck is trying to play games with us." "I have something you should see." "Police are on their way." "You're gonna have to bury both bodies." "Both... both bodies?" "Who's the other body?" "You." "Let's just... hold on one second here, okay?" "I can explain what that..." "You want to steal from me?" "Fucking cocksuckers!" "Shit." "Go, go, go, go!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "It's the Arab." "He's here!" "Shit!" "Fuck, it's the cops!" "Fucking pigs!" "What the hell is going on out there?" "Keep your hands where we can see them!" "What, pig?" "Hands on your head!" "Turn around." "Yes!" "Team two, we're coming in right now." "Help!" "Out!" "Out!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on, move it!" "Go!" "You've got nothing." "Nothing!" "I've got my gun." "I got a 40-page file." "And the operation is of a sex traffic in there." "That belongs to you, mother fucker!" "You sell kids!" "Well, it's all going to Interpol." "Is that all you got?" "You just got your first welcome slap." "You're in my world now." "Are we clear?" "Guido!" "Your friend Jerry squealed like a little pig." "And now, you gonna squeal, too." "On your knees... now!" "Close your eyes." "Goodbye, cocksucker." "See?" "Look." "Look." "Isn't it beautiful?" "I told you." "It's everything you said it was." "We're home now, Guido." "We're home." "Come." "Let me get you there before nightfall?" "No, no, no!" "Maria!" "Maria!" "Maria!" "Maria!" "Maria!" "No!" "Maria, Maria, Maria."