Kuffs Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 102 min
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how's the dog.
Hello.
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
I'm, uh, sorry about the car, Ted.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God...
By the way,
do you have a gun?
Of course I don't have a gun.
I'm on suspension.
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
I hate to say it,
but I don't have a gun either.
You weren't prepared
for this, were you?
Mmm.
Yeah, gimme that 12-gauge.
Two boxes of double aught.
Let me have two 9-millimeters
and a couple boxes of shells.
How many guys
are gonna be there?
At least four, and Sammy.
Give me that. 44 magnum
and a Sig 226.
one of these 12-gauges also?
Is this gonna be
cash or charge, officers?
I'll pay you back.
You have no conception
of what you owe me.
Can we return these
when we're done?
Ah, I didn't think so.
Let's take it out of
the billion you owe me.
Kuffs and Bukovsky just bought a shitload
of guns over at Bradford's.
The chief waited
six months for this car.
I screwed up
big time here, Favaro.
Put out an APB for 'em.
Your money's
in the briefcase.
Can't come up here, buddy.
We're repaving.
Hi, there. Why don't you turn around
and keep your hands on your head?
You got any rope?
Tape?
Okay, let's go.
Why don't you wait for us here?
We shouldn't be too long.
- Hey!
- Yo.
He's obviously a lot smarter
than we are.
How do you load
one of these things?
What?
How do you load one of these...
I heard you!
You take the shells
and you put 'em in here.
When you've got in as many
as you can, you cock it back to fire.
Like this?
Shh.
It's okay.
Pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Ikawa.
- Van's on me.
- Thank you.
Hey!
- Sammy, how are you?
- God must love fools.
Everyone keep their hands
where I can see 'em.
All right, now I hate to
repeat myself, but you're all under arrest.
Now, come up from around the cars
and lay down on the ground or something.
- Yeah, that's good.
- That's a 12-gauge pump, boys.
It's only got three shots.
He can't get us all!
Well, now we know he can add
and he can subtract.
So, who wants to be
next here?
There's a shoot-out on top of a parking
structure on Powell.
- They think Kuffs and Bukovsky.
- Sh*t. Why me?
He's in the elevator.
I'm gonna cut him off. Cover me!
Wait a minute. Wait!
You call that coverage?
You didn't wait for me.
All right,
he's gettin' away.
This time cover me, okay?
This time, run!
Okay, go! Go!
Sure?
Damn!
You don't stand a chance, guys.
Drop your weapons and
come out with your hands up.
Jesus!
How the hell did you guys find us?
Cab company.
Flyin' through the air.
Super baby!
Whoo!
Whoo.
Look at that little face.
Hello!
What beautiful eyes.
Rockette.
Well, obviously, I never
actually made it to Brazil.
Ted and the chief's wife
decided to go instead.
The chief was pretty angry
about his car, now, wasn't he?
What'd he do to Teddy?
He went, bing, bing, bing!
Yes, he did.
Yeah, I decided to stay in San Francisco
and marry Maya.
I really loved her
all along, you know.
See, this is
our daughter, Sarah.
Say hi to the folks
right there, Sarah.
Hello-bee. Hello.
I thought you were
giving her her bath.
No, we were
waiting for you.
Oh, come on, Sarah.
Daddy's a big silly.
There she goes.
Oh, my pretty baby.
Come on. Let's go take a bath.
Let's go take a bath,
Sarah. Come on!
Bah-dah-bum.
My piglet.
Are you mommy's girl?
My life!
Well, she came up
with the idea...
of me taking the high school
equivalency exam...
so I could keep
the business.
Believe it or not,
I actually passed the thing.
And then we decided
to expand.
So we borrowed a little bit of money
from her parents...
and, uh, bought
a whole 'nother district.
Yeah, she's a clever girl.
Women.
If it weren't for them,
there'd be no civilization.
See ya!
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