Bandidas Page #4

Synopsis: In 1848, a New York bank wants to put a railroad across Mexico, so it buys up small banks around Santa Rita, Durango, and evicts farmers on the proposed rail line who owe money. The bank's henchman is the murderous Jackson. He runs afoul of two women, María, the tough but uneducated daughter of a farmer, and Sara, the European-educated daughter of the owner of one of these banks. To feed the now landless people and to seek revenge, María and Sara become bank robbers, veritable Robin Hoods. But Jackson and his hired guns are after them. What are the women's options?
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Production: 20th Century Fox
 
IMDB:
5.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
62%
PG-13
Year:
2006
93 min
Website
724 Views


-Prove it.

Do you want me to produce

a piece of paper signed by a witness?

-No, kiss him.

-What?

-What?

-Well...

...if you kiss a man right,

he will never forget you.

If you kiss him wrong,

he will never remember you.

If you have made love to a man...

...you know this.

If you haven't, you don't.

So that's the proof. Kiss him.

I ca--

I have a fian--

--ce.

If you kiss a man like that, you'll be

forgotten before you leave the room.

-Is that what you want?

-No.

Watch.

I don't--

I don't think that--

-That's a kiss.

-That's a kiss.

Now you try it.

Come on.

Think of the sweetest summer fruit.

Open.

-How was that?

-Better.

-I thought that was pretty good.

-Yes, technically.

But now...

...you have to capture the nuance.

-Sara.

-What?

It's 1 0 to 3.

-Sara.

-What?

-The bank closes at 3.

-Damn.

-Where are you taking me?

-You said you wanted proof, huh?

-You already took all the money.

-We're not here for the money, Bernardo.

Here's your proof.

Who sells a farm for one peso?

Who'd sell a farm for one peso?

Here...

...check the deeds against the railroad map,

and you'll see who the real criminal is.

Seoritas, I think there is something

you should see.

-Please tell me you have a plan.

-No.

We have two choices. Run or fight.

Right. Die now or die later.

-Well, do you have a better idea?

-I do.

-Put your guns down or we'll kill him.

-That's fine by me.

I said, put them down. Now.

He's the boss' son-in-law.

Never mind.

The expert from New York City...

...he was kidnapped by the bandidas, sir.

-Excuse me? What?

-He was kidnapped by the bandidas.

How exactly did that happen?

He was in the bank,

right in the middle of his investigation...

...when these two she-monsters

overwhelmed him.

They took him by force.

Oh, my God. My poor darling.

Don't tell me they killed him.

Now, I'm out of time here,

and I am completely out of patience.

And I would dearly like to see

those two little split-legged b*tches dead!

Follow me.

-Get in there.

-Yes, sir.

What is this?

-It's fingerprint powder.

-What's fingerprint?

You see these swirls on your finger?

If you touch something at a crime scene,

I put some of that powder on it...

...and then I can see your fingerprint.

I know that you've been there.

How do you know it's mine?

Because no two people

have the same fingerprint.

-Have you checked everyone in the world?

-No.

But it's proven by science.

Doesn't sound very scientific to me.

-And what is this?

-Oh, that's a microscope.

It...

...helps you see things

that you can't normally see.

Like a thought?

Yeah, sort of.

I don't see anything.

Think harder.

-Sara, what's wrong?

-What's wrong? Everything is wrong.

Jackson's brought in reinforcements,

real killers.

Every bank is guarded now.

They're hunting us like animals,

and I'm running out of ideas.

I don't wanna disappoint these people,

but I don't think I can do this.

-I think you can.

-Quentin, look at me.

I was raised to be a spoiled lady,

not a renegade.

One minute I think I have

all the answers, and the next...

...I am crying for a manicure.

I am lost out here.

Or maybe I'm just lost.

My mother is gone. My father is gone.

I have no place in the world.

Maybe out here is where you belong.

Besides, you're not alone.

Right.

A gun-happy farm girl, an ugly dog...

...a wet-behind-the-ears cop

and a spoiled brat.

What a team.

This may seem odd,

having dedicated myself to the law...

...but I think what you are doing here

is good. In fact, I think it's damn noble.

And I'd like to help.

How?

They're looking for two women, correct?

I guess this is what it feels like, huh?

-To be married.

-Yes.

-May I ask you a favor?

-Of course, it's our wedding day.

Can we lose the horse?

He's a little obvious.

Don't distract him.

I need him to concentrate.

You know what you have to do.

Okay, here we are.

It'll never work.

Because she's wearing the wrong shoes.

I would have done it myself, but I'd

rather die than be seen in that cheap dress.

Good day. Welcome to our bank.

Welcome.

Step in, please.

I assure you, your family jewelry

will be quite secure.

He takes such good care of me,

my Quentin.

The slut.

She can't even get the kiss right.

Come on, we've got work to do.

She's very excited.

The walls are 2 feet of poured cement

reinforced with iron bars...

...and the safe is bolted into the ground,

which is 3 feet of solid rock.

-Did you hear that?

-What?

It sounded like a horse on the roof.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to

ask you a personal question.

-You don't drink before dinner, do you?

-Of course not.

I was just wondering.

Hearing horses on the roof....

-Can we see inside the safe?

-Sorry.

Unless you are actually ready

to make your deposit.

How about for withdrawals?

Great. Just great.

I didn't know he was going to faint.

These are like megaphones.

Quiet.

-Are you sure you can open it with that?

-No, not officially.

Hey.

Can't you go any faster?

I am going as fast as somebody who's

half-deaf can go, thank you very much.

-Come out with your hands up.

-How much longer?

I did it.

I did it. I did it.

Open this damn door.

Fire.

You've only got one more chance.

I know.

They blew the safe.

There it is.

Okay, you got it?

-Okay, let's go.

-Can I ask you something?

-What?

-How was my kiss?

Perfect.

How the hell?

Come on.

-Anything wrong, Mr. Jackson?

-Nothing to be concerned about...

...governor.

To be honest, Mr. Jackson,

some of my ministers...

...are concerned about the safety

of our state's gold deposit in your bank.

They are suggesting perhaps

we move the gold...

...to a bank not owned by your company.

Governor, that gold is as safe as

if it was deposited in my own pocket.

Judging by the success you have

at stopping these bandidas...

...you may want to check your pockets.

May I show you something?

Now, governor, this is a prototype...

...of a revolutionary new system

in security devices.

We're installing this as fast as we can

in all of our banks...

...including the one that holds

your gold deposits.

You. Step on the floor.

Step-o on-o floor-o.

Cut it off.

That floor is fitted with a system that

reacts to the slightest change in weight.

Before anyone can reach that safe,

they'll be dead! Dead.

I'm reassured that our gold

is in very good hands.

-Thank you, governor.

-But I am also concerned...

...about our people

who deposit their money in your bank.

Without the new system.

You know, these bandidas can strike

anywhere, at any time.

Governor, may I tell you something

in confidence?

Until those new systems are installed,

all the cash will be stored upstairs.

They'll never get anywhere near it.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

-Her mother was her life.

-I completely understand.

My daughter is the same way

with her mother.

She would just die

if the jewelry that her mother left her...

...wasn't in the safest place,

which is why I brought her here.

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Luc Besson

Luc Besson is a French film director, screenwriter, and producer. He directed or produced the films Subway, The Big Blue, and Nikita. more…

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