Dead Bang
- R
- Year:
- 1989
- 102 min
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Sh*t.
Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Merry Christmas.
Christina, it's time to go in.
We're going in again.
- Come on, kids. Come on.
- What?
If you want a Slurpee,
you're out of luck.
No, no.
You're the one that's out of luck.
We don't carry no more than $50 cash.
It's the store policy.
It's okay.
Just take out what's ever there.
- Is there anything else?
- No, there's nothing.
Your wallet?
Oh, I forgot that. Here you are.
Do you believe in God?
Yes. Yes, I do.
That's nice...
...because I have the instrument...
...of your salvation.
Please.
Please.
I didn't look at you.
I can't identify you.
No...
...but I can identify you.
You are a dead n*gger.
No. Please, no.
Attention, all units, armed robbery
at convenience store, Foothill and Loma.
Store manager seriously wounded.
Following description of one suspect:
Male, Caucasian, 18 to 25...
...5'10"to 6'2", medium build.
Nothing further.
This is Kimble. I'm making a stop
at the intersection of Foothill and Noble.
Possible suspect matching
the description of the stop and rob.
- Good morning.
- Is there any problem, officer?
No. You're just up
a little early this morning, aren't you?
It's the Santa Anas.
I find it difficult to sleep...
...when the winds start blowing in
from the desert.
- Yeah.
- Hey, by the way.
Merry Christmas.
Yeah, Merry Christmas.
You got some ID on you?
ID? Sure. Is a driver's license okay?
That'll be fine.
Wait a minute.
Homicide?
Yeah, that's us, all right.
Our day begins when yours ends.
I'm glad to see somebody's out here
crushing crime.
Personally, I was hoping to get one
full night's sleep before Christmas.
Fat f***ing chance.
- You Homicide?
- Yeah. Are you the handling unit?
- Yup.
- What do you got?
Pictures of the casings and the body.
Take some overalls,
and then step out of the way.
The officer that was involved
in the shooting here...
What's his name?
Gary Kimble.
I'm telling you, I got it covered.
Okay.
How does 20 pounds of ice sound?
I got... I got five cases of beer
being delivered by 5:00.
Yes. Three quarts of bourbon
and the plastic glasses.
Okay?
I'Il... I'll be there no later than 7...
Plenty women. Foxes.
All shapes and sizes, okay?
Okay. Take care.
Hey, Beck,
still living in Heartbreak Hotel?
No, I got a suite at the Bonaventure.
The Lonely Guys' Christmas Eve Ball.
A little something for the bachelors,
the divorced and the disenfranchised.
It's gonna be over at Brubaker's place.
We're gonna have plenty of booze,
maybe even some fine women.
You really ought to drop by.
Homicide. Bilson.
Yes, I invited Eileen.
I told you I invited Eileen
and I did invite Eileen.
She's very anxious to see you.
Why else would you think she's coming?
Yes,
and she's coming for the same reason.
Seven o'clock.
I told you I'd be there at 7:00, okay?
Mr. Webly, this is Jerry Beck,
Sheriff's Homicide.
I'd like to talk to you
about one of your people.
A Robert "Bobby" Burns.
I need his package.
His package?
Come on, this is Christmas Eve day.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
No, I'm halfway out of my office.
I got shopping to do.
I'm sorry, but I have a suspect...
...and I don't know what he looks like.
What makes you so sure
Burns is your guy...
...if I may be so bold as to ask.
Because I checked the parole index
and his name comes up.
He's a convicted robber,
he's recently paroled.
And he's at the top of my list.
This is Christmas Eve day.
I have a family.
Don't you have a family?
I used to have a family.
I don't have a family now.
What I do have is a dead cop
and I need that package.
You don't understand.
I am leaving now to do my shopping.
I am going. I told the wife
two minutes ago, "I am leaving."
I understand. I'll tell you what.
Do your shopping and I'll see you
tomorrow morning. How's that?
Tomorrow morning
is Christmas morning.
Sorry, Webly,
but you can't have it both ways.
How's your office around 8:00 sound?
F*** you.
Have it your way. 8:30.
And f*** you.
- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.
- I'm Ed Gates.
- Nice to meet you.
Excuse me a second. Thanks.
First Christmas away from home?
That obvious, huh?
Lucky guess. I'm Linda.
Jerry Beck.
I've heard your name.
I know, you're the one working
on the murder...
...of the sergeant that was killed.
How's it coming?
- It's coming.
- You don't sound convinced.
Well, right now I'm not convinced
of a lot of things.
- 'Tis the season to be jolly.
- That least of all.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to sound glib.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
Merry Christmas.
Linda?
Don't go.
Carol. Carol, come here.
- Good morning.
- I have to go.
Well, you're certainly dressed for it.
I was gonna fix some breakfast.
- You want a cup of coffee? It's hot.
- No, thanks.
Here. I'll get you an Alka-Seltzer.
- What?
- What?
What?
Oh, Alka-Seltzer.
Here, it'll fix you right up.
- No, thank you.
- Here you go.
What was that?
That is the Burbank Airport.
The world's quietest airport.
At least that's what they say
if you complain.
What's your hurry?
Well,
you said you had an 8:30 appointment.
Well...
...thank you for a lovely evening,
really.
What happened?
Nothing. It's nothing to do with you.
I'm the only one here.
What I mean is, it's not you, it's...
It's me.
Great.
You look like sh*t.
- Thanks. I feel like sh*t.
- You must be Beck.
Don't bust my balls, Webly.
I'm in no mood.
You're in no mood?
I'm in no mood.
My wife is in no mood.
Today is Christmas, Beck.
Well, judging by the weight,
Mr. Burns has kept pretty busy.
Eight arrests, five convictions
in California, two in Texas. It's all...
- Notice we're the only ones in here.
- Hey.
If Bobby had wanted to go the other way
he could have been anything he wanted.
He's extremely bright. IQ of 135.
There's John, on some scholarship
to the University of New Mexico.
School of Chemical Engineering.
Don't underestimate Bobby.
Don't underestimate his mother.
She's a Hells Angels' old lady,
in case you're thinking of dropping by.
Well, good luck.
Alcoholism is a disease, you know.
Thank you, Webly.
I'll keep that in mind.
- Where's your car?
- I jogged over.
I live 1.4 miles from here.
I jog over three times a week...
...approximately 4.2 miles, yeah.
You ought to try it sometime.
Good for the cardiovascular system.
Jump in. Let me drive you home.
It's Christmas.
Give your system a break.
That's my street. That's Radford.
Hang a left.
Hey, you gotta make a left right here.
Left.
Jeez, what...? You're...
You passed my street.
I need a little favor, Webly.
I need you to drop by Mom's with me.
You know the rules.
Convict gives up his right
to search and seizure...
...but only in the presence
of a parole officer. That's you.
This is kidnapping, Beck. Are you
aware of this? That this is kidnapping?
No, no, no, kidnapping's a felony.
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