it bigger. Ahhh.
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
Perfect.
Hello.
- Jack Murphy?
- Yeah.
Hello.
Hello? What the hell is this?
Some kind of game?
Yes. And the game is just beginning.
I'm gonna kill you.
But first I'm gonna put you through hell.
Marie?
I thought her name was Charlene.
Charlene's history. Marie's the future.
Incredible imagination. I've been a cop 18
years. She knows words I've never heard.
Say, Murph.
I like your tie. Specially the stains.
Looks like the sewer backed up again.
I was at Madame Tong's the other night.
Saw your wife. Nice tits.
- Hey, lay it down.
- Taste as good as they look?
Break it up, goddammit! Stop it!
- Ease up.
- What the hell's wrong with you two?
Murphy! My office, now.
Let's go clean up.
- What was that all about?
- It's something personal.
I don't understand you.
Look at you. You're a mess.
You look like
you just got out of that drunk tank.
You think you're the only man
whose wife ever left him?
Over three quarters of the cops
in the police force are divorced.
Maybe you think you can hide in a bottle?
You better get your act together, Jack,
or you're gonna lose everything you got.
Ah.
Get the hell outta here.
Bingo. That was airport security.
A man matching Tony Vincenzo's
description bought a ticket for Vegas.
His plane leaves in 20 minutes.
Attention, please. International
Airlines flight 643 to Las Vegas
has been delayed 30 minutes.
Southwest Airlines flight 702...
Hold it!
Stay away from me
or I'll blow her head off!
- Get back! Get back!
- Freeze!
Get back! Get back!
Move it! I said move! Move it!
Move it! All right!
Tony!
- Watch it!
- Somebody call it in?
- What happened here?
- It's all under control.
- Over here!
- This way, Sergeant!
Bambino!
Mamma. Mamma, the car's waiting.
He was a good boy.
A decent boy.
Your brother is dead.
- What are you gonna do about it?
- I'll take care of it, Mamma.
I want that bastard cop dead.
Do you hear me?
I want him crucified.
All right, fellas,
put your hands together...
Yeah!
Over here! Over here! Yeah!
Next up on the stage, fellas,
is a girl you're really gonna love.
Put your hands together
and welcome Philly Flash.
Hi.
You got the notice?
Yeah.
- So now it's official?
- I tried to call you.
Your phone's been disconnected.
I moved. I'm living with Carl.
He's the manager of the club.
Jan, what are you doing here?
- Don't start.
- Why do you work in a dump like this?
- I'm a dancer.
- You call that dancing?
Yes. If you don't like it,
don't come around.
$5.40.
Watch it, snot-rag!
Hey!
You can't come in here!
Come on out
or I'll put a bullet through the door.
OK! OK, I'm coming.
Go ahead, camel-crotch. Shoot me.
Don't tempt me.
Ow! God, you snot-licking donkey fart!
- Get up.
- I think I hurt my back.
Poor girl. Let me help you.
You stupid... Ow!
Jissom-breath. Scrotum-cheeks.
Bug-sucking booger.
You're gonna regret this.
Dinosaur dork.
Fuckbrains.
Hey. I wanna file a complaint against
this scumbag cop here. Police brutality.
He assaulted me for no reason
and then he tried to rape me.
Sounds like
you got yourself a real live one.
Suck a doorknob, you homo.
She got any ID?
Get your hands off me, faggot!
Get this. Arabella.
- Arabella McGee.
- Arabella.
- Cute.
- Sit on it, slimeball.
- Have a nice day, Arabella.
- Eat it, toe-jam. Monkey-vomit!
The dancing never stops
here at Madame Tong's.
Let's put our hands together
and welcome the sparkling, vivacious...
- Back again?
- Yeah. Slumming.
Why don't you just go home
and leave me alone?
I'm tired of you following me,
spying on me.
You know what you look like up there?
You look like a whore.
- You bastard!
- OK, that's enough, now.
You got a problem? You're bothering
my employees. Go and sleep it off.
Up there you look like a whore.
And your boyfriend here