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[clink]
[eerie music]
[grunting]
[intense music]
[perfume spritzing]
- [Woman] Thank you.
[speaking in foreign language]
[radio chatter]
[intense music]
- I would like to go to the market.
[speaking in foreign language]
[intense music]
- Okay, ladies.
What I'd like...
[gun firing]
[gas pouring]
[calming jazzy music]
[mysterious music]
[bells tolling]
- Excuse me?
Maestro!
The Countess prefers this trumpet not leave the palace.
- The trumpet?
- It's a museum piece.
- Right.
- Ah, okay.
Thank you.
[chuckles]
You've not found your own trumpet?
It's a tragedy.
- Tell me, do you think that maybe
the Countess could advance me...
- Oh, I'm so sorry sir, no.
Your fee comes following your performance.
- Oh.
- Where are you going?
Is your room satisfactory?
- Fine.
- The Countess prefers you remain here.
- She prefers?
- Yeah.
Maestro.
Please don't go too far.
Maestro!
[mysterious jazzy music]
[drowned out music]
[phone ringing]
- Yeah?
- [Man] Shooter!
Hey, genius.
I know you're here.
I need to see you right now.
[catchy dance music]
- I thought that you were done here.
- And yet...
Hey, you know, we've all got our car payments.
And you know, I really love fast cars.
- Hey.
The boss is waiting for you.
- Lucky me.
[catchy dance music]
[humming]
[drowned out music]
- Somebody is waiting for you.
Come on.
- Olivia?
[mysterious music]
[knocking]
- Big man.
- What's going on?
- What?
- Well, you never did...
Little ones?
- What do you mean little?
They're as big as the big girls.
Don't be a fuck face!
It's all you, baby.
You smoked the Egyptians and the Kraut broads.
[gun fires]
And now all those rich fuck pedos,
they gotta come to us.
- We don't do this.
- So, we are expanding the business.
- This isn't happening.
- Too late, man!
You made it happen.
The Al-Qaeda thanks you.
- We don't sell...
- Yeah, we send messages now.
Fucking desert cock suckers
thought they could push, Krauts too.
So I have to lean into a new line of work,
one you hate.
Well, too fuckin' bad.
It's a message.
It's a message to everyone out there.
Things can get nasty again is my message.
Got it?
You're the messenger.
New job.
Totally out of the normal.
You know the trumpet player?
[trumpet music]
The genius?
Well, I don't want to dignify him,
but he sort of got on the wrong side of me.
So, I'm crazy.
Normally, I let dumb shit go and move on,
but I have this hope that we can still be friends.
So, what do we do?
We send a message.
I want his finger, the right pinky.
Just snip it off.
He plays tonight at the Palace, do it before then.
Right now, before he scores
and gets back behind the walls.
It's a favor.
Okay?
[dramatic music]
And quiet on the way out.
The girls are napping.
[laughing]
[sobbing]
[dramatic music]
You smoked the Egyptians and the Kraut broads.
[gun fires]
We are expanding the business.
[dramatic music]
- [Johnny] What's your name?
Olivia?
Right.
You're the savior.
[dramatic music]
[blood pouring]
[groaning]
- Thanks, pilgrim.
[mysterious music]
[bells jingling]
[door slams]
- I'll give you $50 for that piece.
- I need my horn back.
And some cash.
- Some cash.
- Yeah.
No, all the cash.
Come on.
- All of it?
- [Maestro] Yeah.
[gun cocks]
- Okay.
- Oh, God damn it.
- I'm gonna let you take your horn.
But you need to do me a favor to get it.
- Favor?
- A what?
- Shoot my husband for me.
- What?
- You heard me.
I got my reasons.
- Yeah.
She does.
- I'm not asking.
- I love you.
That's the last thing you'll hear from me.
I love you.
- [Woman] Do it.
[gun jams]
- Ah.
Damn it.
Sorry.
[door slams]
- Hey.
Trumpet player.
Hey.
You want to sell that piece?
- You give me 200, you can have the gun.
- That's not worth 200.
- All right.
I gotta go.
- What?
Sit down.
- You want the gun or not?
- Do you know a guy called Hercules?
[clock ticking]
- The Countess prefers this trumpet not leave the palace.
- The trumpet?
- Maestro!
[clock ticking]
- [Man] Lock on her.
[mysterious music]
[mumbling]
- Did you hear that?
My hero, number one trumpet genius
just called me "friend".
Sugar, give him three Gs of the black sticky.
Remember this?
Make it out to me.
- And what's your name again?
- You don't know my name?
[dramatic music]
- That's it.
Hercules.
[chuckling]
Hercules.
- Yeah, sit down, you'll get your money.
All right.
Lock on here.
I've gotta make things really obvious for you.
I take guys out for Hercules.
But he doesn't want me to kill you.
- Is this about the autograph?
- No, this is serious business.
- Oh, no he's not.
It's because I blanked on his name.
[laughing]
- Listen, he wants me to cut off your pinky finger.
Something about teaching you to show some respect.
But honestly, I don't want to do it.
- Mm.
Good.
- I could shoot a guy in the head,
I could drop him in the river,
I could kill his wife and his dog...
But I don't want to wrestle a guy for his finger.
[intense music]
So...
What are you gonna do?
[dramatic music]
[claps]
So, you give me what I want,
and you get your 200.
- You know, there's something wrong with you.
- Come on.
Do yourself a favor.
- No.
I'm all right.
- Are you?
Tell me.
Do you like playing for exiled dictators,
torturers, child rapists, scum of the earth.
The Countess?
She's a monster.
You've fallen a long way from where you were.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Yeah, I guess I'm pretty low.
- Mm.
- That's one thing that people who pimp children
for a living they don't have to worry about, do they, huh?
You can't fall further than that, can you?
- [Child] Will that be together?
- Yes.
That's for you, all right?
Keep the change, darling.
- [Child] Thank you.
[mysterious music]
[gun fires]
[buzzer rings]
- You do work, right?
For Hercules?
Me and my sister Olivia live downstairs.
You know her, Olivia.
You talked to her a couple of times, she said.
- Do me a favor.
- She just disappeared that night,
I think Hercules has her.
- Move your foot.
- Hercules, I think he's got Olivia.
- Move your foot.
[door slams]
[ominous music]
Mm.
[wine pours]
[church bells chiming]
[cat meows]
Hey, pussy.
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.
[cat meows]
[church bells chiming]
Pussy, pussy, pussy.
Pussy, pussy!
[cat meows]
Pussy, pussy.
[cat meows]
[wine pours]
[ominous music]
[grunting]
[tense music]
[buzzer rings]
- [Kid] I want to buy a gun.
- Come on in.
Come on, come on.
[door slams]
I want you to listen to me.
Hercules, he has your sister.
[dramatic music]
But it's all right.
I'm gonna get her.
And we are gonna leave town.
But you have to understand one thing.
We start out as a bunch of people,
but we end up as one.
[dramatic music]
[speaking in foreign language]
- My name is Juan!
[glass breaks]
- So you sit still here and don't.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- What's your name?
Mister.
Mister?
- All right, here.
Have a little warm up.
Go ahead.
Now look at this.
Now that is gonna get you back on your feet
for a year or two, huh?
- Okay.
Put the cap back on.
There.
Now this, slip this over your little finger.
Over the pinky there.
Yup, good, good.
Don't want you to get messy.
Now this is probably gonna feel like childbirth
or pulling a tooth.
Okay?
We're gonna do it on three count, all right?
Look at me.
You ready?
- Okay.
- Okay, let's go.
Now there's three, two, one...
[screaming]
[heavy breathing]
- [Man] It's on its way to De Leon.
- Now that should patch up the damage.
Thank you, my friend.
- Knock yourself out.
- Maestro!
So pleased to see you here.
- Hello there.
- Can we go back to the castle?
- I hope so.
Where have you been?
- I was looking for you, in the city.
- Isn't that funny?
- Yeah, yeah.
- I was looking for you, and you were looking for me.
- After you, Maestro.
- I want you to know, I appreciate it.
Because it's cold.
- Yeah, my pleasure.
- [Maestro] To the Countess.
[dramatic music]
♪ For today I included you
♪ Then those rotten kids crossed the line ♪
♪ I'm afraid I'll never understand, baby ♪
♪ I'm so sorry you had such a bad time ♪
♪ Well, I've done some truly awful things ♪
♪ And you must be very terrified ♪
♪ For you have every reason to be frightened ♪
♪ Since you've been reminded
♪ Oh, who am I to deny this moment ♪
♪ And who am I to even question ♪
- There you go.
[coughing]
- [Hercules] Nice.
- I found him at the pawn shop.
- Well, like you said.
It had to be done.
He knew though, why this was happening?
- Yeah, he knew.
As a matter of fact, these were his exact words, he said,
"I'm sorry, Hercules".
- See?
He knew my name.
- Everybody knows your name.
- Yeah.
Oh, there's one thing.
I didn't like you putting a hand on me.
Does that register with you?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Because this I do out of respect.
This is for love.
- You're a sweetheart, you know that?
And I know I don't do enough for you.
So, you get what you want.
Anything you want.
- All right.
I'll take her.
- What?
She's like...
She's like 14, man.
That's...
You're fucking me up here, man.
She's spoken for.
Princess here is getting married tonight, at the Palace.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[laughing]
To the Countess's brother.
Some kind of vampire, I don't fuckin' know.
But he wants a girl like her.
He picked her.
He's coming to get her, we're going up there together,
so I gotta say no.
- What?
Get a fresh one.
- A fresh one?
Listen to you.
Okay.
I think I can make this work,
because I love you.
You know something?
The Maestro got a kinda junky thing.
He can be in two places at once,
and his right pinky nail is completely black.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[gun firing]
[screaming]
- Damn it!
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
[screaming]
- [Hercules] Motherfucker!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna kill you!
[groaning]
- Let's go, come on!
- I'll kill you!
[intense music]
- Hey, hey, hey!
What's happening?
Wait!
[car honking]
[screaming]
- Let's go.
Hold it, hold it!
[intense music]
Yeah, right here.
Ah.
- [Bus Driver] Next stop...
[speaking in foreign language]
[ominous music]
[cork pops]
[champagne flowing]
- We don't want to waste it all now!
Where are the little people?
The little people for the cake.
[gasps]
There's no cake.
And she's much too teeny,
my brother doesn't like all that.
Where are the flags?
We need the flags.
But no Union Jacks, please.
A bit of a migraine trip.
- Countess.
Your--
- Hush!
Seating notes.
Everybody's gonna want to sit with Iceland,
it's bizarre, I know.
The little fella from Morocco,
and from Canada, the aboriginal.
The Canadians think they'll make an impression
with that fellow.
- Yes--
- Next, we have Australia.
Colonial guilt always flows west to east,
I don't know why.
Now that table is nice and contrasty.
Showbiz people in the rear,
and politicos, let's keep them away from the gum runners.
- Great.
- My husband's loyaltist, the New World Order idiots,
et cetera.
- Yeah, no problem.
But I just need to--
- But everybody gets to bring their guns,
so we'll all be safe.
- Sounds perfect.
But I just--
- Speaking of which, tell me, Fegelein,
when did diplomacy get all Cosa Nostra?
It's as if all the new diplos,
they're all cast from mob pictures,
you know, with their grotesques rings
and their fucking blown up blondes.
I prefer the good old days
with monocles and fat men,
and a good bloody book.
- Okay, as if you wish.
But--
- What about the wedding gift preparations?
- Countess--
- The lighting cues, are they all set?
- Countess, your brother is missing
and he's not in his room, and...
[gasping]
- What are we to do?
- I don't know.
- Will you say it again?
- Yeah, your brother is missing
and he's not in his room,
and I don't know what...
[laughing]
- That's because he went to go get his bride,
you simpleton!
- Oh!
Okay.
- I hope she speaks English.
No offense.
[chuckling]
[pills rattling]
- You put the word out!
You see him, you send him to Power Town,
and then you get paid.
First come, first served!
I want his fucking head!
We need a new pussy bride.
- For the vampire?
- "For the vampire?
"For the vampire?"
Oh.
We were just...
[finger sucking]
[sniffing]
Oh, no.
You don't want to suck me.
I got AIDS.
Yeah.
That's...
Just, it's from a party.
[clapping]
- Where's my bride?
- Dead.
She died.
She got sick.
- Where is she?
- I told you, Count.
She...
Sugar, get him that...
[tongue flapping]
[tense music]
- Mm.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
[finger sucking]
Mm!
My bride is alive!
[dramatic music]
Mhm.
- Oh...
- You will give her to me?
Yes.
[chuckling]
- Sugar!
Get the word out.
I want the kids on him.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[loud commotion]
- You and I, we've talked a few times.
Remember?
There.
Just rinse some of that off.
Clean you up.
We are gonna get your brother.
Yes, we are.
Okay?
Then we are gonna get out of town, okay?
Lift your arm up a bit.
Lift it up.
Can you lift it up?
There you go.
[dramatic trumpet music]
- [Hercules] Get everybody on!
I want the girl he's got with him!
The girl!
Yeah!
Waste the motherfucker.
- Okay, Boss.
[phone beeping]
[dramatic trumpet music]
- They're following you.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[phone ringing]
- Police!
- Stop, stop, stop.
[speaking in foreign language]
[dramatic music]
- [Johnny] Come on.
- Come on!
[speaking in foreign language]
- Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah, here we go.
Come on.
[dog barking]
[dramatic music]
[loud footsteps]
Hey.
Listen to me.
I need you to do me a big favor.
I need you to go to my apartment,
there's a kid there, his name's Dario.
[trunk slams]
[thunder rumbles]
[bells tolling]
[dramatic trumpet music]
- Oh, no!
Tonight is about love, and music,
and dance, and celebration.
And perfect things, perfect lists,
not spiteful bitches who hate their job.
And our Maestro.
Our Maestro!
Our Maestro is perfect.
- Yes, Countess.
- Yes.
[laughing]
Dip me.
[chuckling]
- 4020, 4019, 4018,
4017, 4016--
- What are we doing?
- Listening.
- To what?
- The music.
- Oh.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[loud thud]
[gasping]
- [Kid] 4006, 4000...
- Oh.
I think he's dead.
- He's dead!
Countess!
He's dead!
- Countess!
- [Woman] Countess!
He's dead!
[dramatic music]
- 4005, 4004,
4003, 4000...
[wondrous music]
[grunting]
- Olivia!
Come, come, quickly.
Olivia.
- What's your name?
- Yeah, what's your name, mister?
[trunk slams]
[ominous music]
[guns firing]
- Drive.
[car doors slamming]
Drive.
[heavy breathing]
- I think I broke it.
- Oh...
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
Just a moment.
I'll look.
Yeah, I've got it.
So, how much could you...
And it's for the Palace?
Well, I could bring it over.
No, you're welcome.
Okay.
See you there.
Vera!
- [Vera] What?
- Where's the case for the trumpet?
- [Vera] What?
- The case for the trumpet, where is it?
- [Vera] You took the garbage out?
- What?
What the hell...
[groaning]
[yelling]
- What?
- Don't you fucking touch me!
Fucking goose.
Oh my God.
- Good.
You're going this way.
[drowned out music]
- Where is she?
Hm?
Ah!
- Oh, Jesus!
Kids?
- You fucked up moving to him.
You're us now.
If you like babies so much,
then you be our new babysitter.
You watch them for me tonight and going forward.
- What's happening, Hercules?
- If you lose track of them tonight for even a sec,
I will cut you up.
[drowned out music]
- Ah.
My bride.
- Too bad seeing her before the wedding.
- Oh, I've always seen her.
Here.
- Yeah.
[haunting music]
[groaning]
- I think I need a shower.
- He wants a shower!
- And a gun.
- He wants a shower and a gun.
- [Vera] Move.
- Hello.
- Hi, dear.
[groaning]
Went right through.
- [Husband] Is that a good thing?
- [Vera] Who shot you?
- [Johnny] Hercules.
- He's gonna die on our floor.
- Shh.
Why?
Why did he do that?
He's looking for you.
Why you need a gun?
- He sells children.
They're little kids.
I tried to stop him, but I lost my chance.
I just...
I lost my chance.
Cause I don't think I can--
- Shh.
Be quiet.
- Get up.
Can you help me?
[catchy dance music]
- This is me.
I'm Hercules.
Oh, how do you do?
I'm Hercules.
I'm in imports.
Yes, how do you do, Your Excellency?
I'm Hercules.
[bells tolling]
- [Johnny] I had hope, and I know exactly
what I was gonna do.
I always know.
You try.
You should've.
- [Countess] Hm.
Yes, a lot of men.
[water wringing]
Light atrocities.
- [Johnny] Ooh.
- I find the mask on facade so amazing.
[laughing]
I stay here, my husband's light atrocities
keeping me in this prison.
[bell tolling]
Everybody's always coming here.
Even you.
- Bernard brought you here.
I get to do that.
- I get to do that, and then you all get to leave.
Can I ask you a silly question?
Well, of course I can, you're an artist.
Your whole world is one silly question, isn't it?
- Well, shoot.
- [Countess] What do you think, my Maestro?
- My Maestro.
- My master.
What do you think happens to us
when we are dead?
[laughing]
I mean, just a guess.
Yes, it's a child's question.
- What is your answer?
I don't have one.
- [Countess] What is your hope?
- Well, I want...
I want...
I want to remember everything.
I want to be flying, calm.
And in a beautiful place.
And I hope that I am me.
- And I hope that I am me.
- Maybe that's it.
That I am me.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[coughing]
- You lost a lot of blood.
Mine's universal.
Anybody can have it.
What's your name?
I'm Vera.
[coughing]
This is nice.
- I'm Chesney.
Don't forget Chesney.
- [Johnny] You should've let me die.
- Don't be so dramatic.
- The little children.
Hercules takes them.
How can I stop him?
What am I gonna do to stop him?
- Everything.
- Well, I have to be somewhere.
It's hard to get in.
I'm gonna need a quiet gun.
- Guns we got.
What's the place?
- The Palace of the Clintessa.
[dramatic music]
[suspenseful music]
[humming]
[knocking]
- [Vera] Taxi's here.
- Nice.
Thanks.
[dramatic trumpet music]
[traditional wedding music]
[dramatic music]
- My bride.
[dramatic music]
- [Priest] And now, I pronounce you...
[groaning]
Man and wife.
[dramatic music] [groaning]
[laughing]
[clapping]
- Mr. Chesney, my hero!
You brought the trumpet.
So glad to see you.
I think this should settle it.
- Well, I've got to give it to him myself.
I'm a big fan.
- Oh, I don't think it--
- Well, if it's gonna happen,
that's how it's gonna happen.
- Very well.
Can I see it?
Thank you.
Nice piece, isn't it?
Very well.
Here you are.
- Thanks.
- So, I'll pay you when it's in his hands.
Follow me, sir.
- Go ahead.
- Very well.
[helicopters flying overhead]
[classical violin music]
You're really our savior.
The Countess was so worried about this trumpet.
I think she's gonna...
[classical violin music]
- They shot you.
- Yeah.
- What's this?
- A deal.
[glass clangs]
- [Countess] To the bride and groom.
[clapping]
- I know this is love, but our deal's past due.
It's something else now.
- Mr. Chesney.
Excuse me, sir.
It's almost showtime, sir.
- Oh dear God!
Wait, wait, I need to talk to you!
Where are you going?
[knocking]
- Oh...
Excuse me.
- Wow.
Look what we have here.
Hang on.
[groaning]
- I got your trumpet.
- What?
[groaning]
[trumpet playing]
Still works.
- And...
I cut off your finger.
- Oh.
- Now, I need you to do me a favor.
- Yeah?
- Take this and wrap it around your hand
when you play.
- Why?
You don't look so good.
Oh.
There's holes in you.
- I gotta sneak some people out, I gotta...
They're little kids.
You play, and I sneak 'em out.
But if Hercules sees your hand,
then it's impossible.
- Oh, kids.
Right.
You're the savior.
You're gonna make everything better, huh?
- But we don't have any time.
- That's the first true thing you've said.
- Take it!
- Molemen.
- [Johnny] What?
- Molemen.
That's what he used to call 'em.
The guys who'd go down in the hole so deep,
they go so deep their eyes suck up into their heads
and they couldn't see anything.
Even what was right in front of them.
- [Johnny] What are you talking about?
- And they had a smell.
And when that smell hit ya,
you knew just a matter of time 'til
they were dead in the ground.
You've got that smell, Moleman,
and I don't deal with Molemen.
- All right.
You're gonna do this.
- Thanks for the trumpet.
Who are you saving, pilgrim?
[heavy breathing]
[groaning]
[door slams]
[drowned out classical music]
[groaning]
[laughing]
- I will make you so happy.
[puking]
[laughing]
[dramatic classical music]
- And two more.
[laughing]
[loud commotion]
[speaking in foreign language]
[dramatic classical music]
- So, I found a phone,
and I called the police.
- The police don't come to the Palace.
- What?
- We're in a different world.
[dramatic classical music]
- We've gotta get them out of here.
Do you have a plan?
- No.
[dramatic classical music]
[clapping]
[laughing]
- Good evening, everyone.
And welcome, welcome.
I'd like to take this opportunity to
not only thank you for being here
and giving your blessing,
but for your magic.
[cheering] [laughing]
Cause without all of you,
there would be no magic.
And I'm so happy we could put aside
our politics and petty grievances
on this special occasion,
where we have a very special guest,
for my beloved brother...
[clapping]
A last gift for my brother, my beloved.
A last dance.
Our old great favorite.
[clapping]
[romantic trumpet music]
- Stop!
I said stop the show!
[guns fires]
Lights!
Lights up!
- [Countess] Mr. Hercules!
- [Hercules] I'm not seeing this, right?
- [Countess] Mr. Hercules!
You are a guest here!
- I'm fucking drunk, right?
- Mr. Hercules, put the gun away.
You're a guest here.
Now, everybody just keep cool.
This is a family affair.
For Christ's sake, move in on him please.
- Maestro.
How many fingers you got?
How come you got 10 fingers?
- Get down.
- [Countess] For Christ's sake, move in!
- How come he's got 10?
And I got one?
Huh?
Get away from me.
I need to think.
[gun fires]
[screaming]
- Assassin.
Assassin.
[romantic trumpet music]
[gun fires]
[guns firing]
[drowned out singing]
[guns firing]
♪ Some days there's nothing left to learn ♪
[guns firing]
♪ Hey, hey, I've saved the world today ♪
♪ Everybody's happier now
♪ The good thing's here to stay ♪
♪ Please let him stay
[dramatic trumpet music]
[yelling]
♪ Hey, hey, I saved the world today ♪
♪ Everybody's happier now
♪ The bad thing's gone away
♪ Everybody's happier now
♪ The good thing's here to stay ♪
- Let's go.
♪ Please let me stay
- Come on.
I could use that.
Come on, kids.
- Hey!
Don't think.
♪ Everybody's happier now
♪ The good thing's here to stay ♪
[laughing]
- It's all for love, sweetheart.
- So's this.
[gun firing]
- Can we go now?
[gun firing]
♪ The good thing's here to stay ♪
♪ Please let him stay
♪ I saved the world today
♪ Everybody's happier now
♪ Thing's gone away
- [Kid] 17, 16, 15, 14.
♪ Everybody's happier now
- 13, 12, 11, 10,
nine, eight...
Seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one, zero.
[dramatic trumpet music]
- So, I just want to ask you something.
[lighthearted music]
- So, I just want to ask you something.
[chuckling]
- I'm Johnny.
- Hi, Johnny.
[laughing]
- We're almost there.
- It's so nice around here.
- There.
[laughing]
[lighthearted music]
[laughing]
[waves crashing]
[dramatic trumpet music]