Lionheart
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 108 min
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Don't worry.
What, you don't trust me?
I've got the money.
Let's see the stuff.
Let's see
the money.
Money.
This is sugar.
No sh*t.
Yeah, no sh*t.
And this is gasoline.
That's right, man.
It's gasoline.
Yeah, come on.
Torch him, man.
No.
Mrs. Gaultier, I'm sorry this
had to happen to your family.
We've done everything
that can be done.
In cases like this it is very difficult
to make any kind of prediction,
so for the next couple of months
it's going to be touch and go.
Mrs. Gaultier...
The insurance has expired,
I know.
Does he have any
other relatives,
anyone else that
could possibly help?
No. Come on, Nicole.
Let's go.
Lyon. Lyon.
Lyon? Lyon!
Lyon!
Hi, Lyon.
I bet you're wondering what's in the
old goodie sack for you today, huh?
Let's have a look.
There we go.
Legionnaire Lyon Gaultier.
Yes.
It's very nice.
No interest, eh?
Okay, back she goes.
Yeah, Gaultier,
that's me.
This one's been out
in the sun too long.
She said she tried to call me
two weeks ago. Nobody told me.
Why?
This is the Foreign Legion,
Gaultier, not Club Med.
We're talking
about my brother.
He could be dead by now.
And we could be at war with
the bloody wogs tomorrow.
I need your ass here. Your
brother is not my problem.
Or yours anymore.
You gave up your family
when you joined the Legion.
I never gave up my family.
Never.
Legionnaire, I don't have
time for this Scheie.
I need to see my brother.
You need what
I tell you you need.
need two weeks' hard labor.
Starting tomorrow.
You want something else
to cry about legionnaire?
We can arrange it.
You only have six months left
in the Legion, Gaultier.
Don't make it six years.
You're a real a**hole.
Is there
a problem, sir?
No, no, no, no, no.
No problem.
Desert fever, this is your real problem.
Too many weeks
in the hot sun.
Shall we try
sweatbox, sir?
Yes, this might help.
Just until his
fever breaks.
Cover your head,
Legionnaire.
Move.
Your belt.
Come on.
Move!
Your hotel room
is ready. Let's go.
Come on.
Okay.
Get me a f***ing jeep!
There is no sign
of him, sir.
He'll never make it.
If the wogs don't
kill him, then the desert will.
Just in case, head down to the
docks first thing in the morning.
The ocean's his only
way out of the country.
Moustafa,
go this way.
Hey!
Get your ass back down below!
Get down to those
boiler rooms now!
Okay, okay.
This ain't no pleasure
cruise. Move your ass!
The letter was
from his sister-in-law.
We are fortunate.
Our intelligence section makes a habit
of recording the return addresses.
We'll contact the Americans and ask
them to keep her under surveillance.
Inspector,
this man is a deserter,
a traitor to France
and a goddamn terrorist.
Adjutant, all I can do
is transmit the word.
If the Los Angeles cops
aren't too busy busting dope dealers,
gang rapists and serial killers
maybe they will have time
to bring the a**hole in.
And if they don't,
tough sh*t.
If they do not,
maybe I can help.
You stay off the top deck,
First Mate's orders.
You were told not to come up.
Am I right?
Yeah.
And you told me that ship's
gonna go to Los Angeles.
What difference
does it make?
You ain't got no green card,
you ain't got no visa.
You ain't getting off this
boat anywhere, Frenchie.
So get your ass below
before somebody reports you, a
deserter, stowed away on their ship.
I pay for the trip.
You keep stocking my boilers or you'll
be breaking rocks in the hot sun.
Now, what's it gonna be?
It's going to be simple.
Hey, maybe we make a deal.
You've been so generous to me.
Huh?
America.
Los Angeles Information.
Please deposit $2.40.
No, no.
It's my sister-in-law.
She's waiting for me,
Helene Gaultier.
Honey, I don't care if she's
the mayor's sister-in-law.
If I don't hear the coins,
this is the end of the
conversation, you got it?
Hey! Come on,
come on!
Come on,
get in there.
Come on.
Come on, get up.
What are
you doing?
Come on.
Yeah. Come on, man.
Come on,
God damn it.
I want my money, man!
Hey, hey, all right.
The man won.
You want another fight? You sure
you don't want another fight, mother?
Look at that, man,
you can win.
Come on, get your money. Now
I ain't got all goddamn day.
I want my money.
I want my money.
Shut up. Shut up. Now who's
gonna fight the next fight?
Shut up. Shut up. Now who's
gonna fight the next fight?
Look here. Who's gonna
fight the next goddamn fight?
Do we even have a next fight? God
damn it, do we have a next fight?
Come on, man,
do we have a next fight?
All right, all right. Hey, hey. Look
here. We got a visitor, all right.
Who might you be,
my man?
Lyon. Lyon.
What?
Lyon.
Lyon.
What the f*** is Lyon?
Lion. You're the Lion. The
Lion. MAN:
All right. Hey!All right.
All right, all right. Who
wants to take on the Lion?
Who wants to
take on the Lion?
Somebody's got
to take on the damn Lion.
Hey, that's my man now.
Yeah, we got us
a fight now, baby.
Wrestle him.
Yeah! Let's get ready
for this one.
Bets down.
Put your bets down.
Put my money down.
Who are you taking?
Come on, come on.
Ain't nobody gonna
bet on the Lion?
Bets. That's it. Bets over, bets
over, bets over. All right. Bets over.
All right.
Look here.
You sure you want
to do this, my man?
I'm the only one betting on
you. Don't let me down, now.
This is ours, my man,
if you can beat this dude.
Trust me, man.
Can you beat him?
Kick his lion ass.
All right.
It's on. It's on.
Take him.
It's on. Yeah!
Come on. Come on.
Yeah! Let's go!
Yeah, that's good, man. Good.
That's right. That's it,
that's it. Right there.
No, man.
Come on.
I don't believe this.
I got me a man here.
Yeah, look at this.
Do you see this?
Do you see this?
Yeah, brother.
Come on, come on.
That's it, my man.
Mother, cut him.
Oh, my God.
Hell, boy.
Hey, hey, you see that sh*t?
Look at this here.
Sh*t, boy,
you're a bad motherf***er
with that foreign sh*t, boy.
Put it right there.
Sh*t. Goddamn,
you're bad, boy.
What the f***
are you doing, man?
Get the f*** out of
my pocket. You break...
All right, f***, then go
ahead and take it, man.
It's your money
any goddamn way.
Wait a minute. Let me count. Thanks.
Wait. Hold on. Let me count
this sh*t. Wait a minute.
Wait, wait,
wait a minute, man.
You didn't give me enough
goddamn money, man.
Hey, look here, boy.
You're a good fighter, boy.
But you can't count
worth a sh*t.
God damn it, give me
my goddamn money. Hey!
The number you
have dialled is no longer in service
and there's no new number.
If you feel you have reached
this recording in error,
please hang up
and dial again.
There's nowhere to go.
Nobody home?
No.
Hey, man, don't be looking
at the damn sandwich, man.
Pick it up and eat it.
It ain't gonna hurt you.
'Cause you're Lion,
king of the jungle.
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