Loose Cannons Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 94 min
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- Thank you.
- Your critics say...
...this whole assassination business
was fabricated.
- He is here.
- Who?
Sir, they say hard evidence exists...
...that not only links you
to Adolf Hitler but...
- What are you doing here?
- You wanted to see me.
Are you mad? Never near him. Never!
I gave you a meeting place.
It couldn't wait until then.
See, we have a crisis.
Steckler's disappeared.
All those people that you killed.
A chief of intelligence.
We hired you to get the film back,
not to start a holocaust. It must stop!
You lecture me, you fool.
I didn't let him steal it.
You're all morons. Including him.
What goes on here, Grimmer,
is something you do not understand.
Now find Steckler.
Tell him all will be forgiven.
He will be reinstated.
We will match whatever offer he has.
But no more killing.
You think he will believe that?
There are only two left now.
When they are gone,
your mistakes will be corrected.
- I am telling you.
- Nein!
I am telling you,
you do your job and I do mine.
And if you ever touch me again...
Yeah,
looks like an explosion in a dairy.
Great for graffiti, though.
I know it's kind of blank.
But it's this MPD thing.
- MPD?
- Yeah, my condition.
Multiple Personality Disorder.
They say I should cut down on the
amount of stimuli I process.
- Well, you've cut down to none.
- Wanna hear a tape?
Yeah, what do you got?
- Earth, forest, wind, beach.
- Beach.
Okay.
I'm kind of searching for myself.
Let me know if you ever find yourself,
kid, 'cause I'd like to meet you.
- Have a seat.
- You know, we have a lot in common.
Yeah. For every mood that I'm in,
you have a complete personality to fit it.
Well, thanks for trying to understand.
I guess I keep this apartment white
because I really don't know who I am.
It's kind of like a blank piece of film
waiting to be exposed...
...to what I was before my trauma
or what I've become...
...since I was last myself
or what I hope to be again someday.
- One person, one mind.
- You sound like a bumper sticker.
Stay as long as you want.
Got the extra room and everything.
Yeah, I'm kind of tired.
If you don't mind, l...
- Sure. It's around the corner.
- Hit the sack.
Here's the guest room. Your room.
Sorry, I guess I could have used
There's a toothbrush, shaving stuff
and a bathrobe on the door here.
Just help yourself,
make yourself at home.
Okay.
- Yeah.
- Hi, it's me.
Well, I figured.
There's no way of telling whether
I'm gonna go into an episode tonight.
You know,
I just don't know when they occur...
...but when I start these personalities...
...sometimes it's like
I'm kind of having nightmares.
I doubt I'll do anything violent,
but lock the door, just in case.
I can take care of myself.
I'll be out of here tomorrow.
Well, stay as long as you want.
Sleep tight.
Land jets! Prepare to land jets!
Please!
Please get these rats off me now!
You like rats? You like roaches?
You like bugs of all descriptions?
Don't listen to him.
We'll never go anywhere.
Good night, everybody.
- Mac.
- Yeah, I see them, kid.
They've been with us since your place.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
What happened to your magical powers
of observation?
You have a hard night?
Tailing and surveillance doesn't happen
to be my area of expertise, okay?
Did I do something strange last night?
- Do anything to disturb your sleep?
- Not a peep.
Think they're the same people
who tried to kill us yesterday?
I don't know.
You don't wanna live forever, do you?
I wouldn't mind making the average
male North American life expectancy.
I have given your message
to Herr Doberman myself.
Someone will be with you presently.
If you will please wait here.
Here?
Yes, sir. Right here.
Right here?
Yes, sir. Right there.
Thank you.
Must be the magic oval. I guess
we're safe in here or something.
Detective Stern.
Bob Smiley,
assistant deputy director of the FBI.
You've heard of us.
Just kidding, Mac. Call me Bob.
- It is Mac, right?
- MacArthur Stern.
Right. Look, Mac...
...let's get off on the right foot here.
Just kidding, Mac.
I like to keep things loose.
- Who's this?
- This is Mr. Fielding.
How are you? Sorry,
my dossier didn't list your partner.
Well, he's not my partner.
He's my tailor.
What?
Just kidding, Bob.
That's funny. Look, Mac...
Listen, I came down here to meet with
an official of the German government.
Now, why am I speaking
to the FBI agent?
- Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac.
- Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob. What?
So tell me, Mac,
are you onto something? Is that it?
- Could be.
- Wouldn't be good not to tell me.
- I suppose not.
- As one professional to another...
...l've got to tell you,
we've got a thorny problem.
- What's that, Bob?
- Well, we're extremely sensitive...
...to the great job you boys are doing
down in the trenches.
Did you know that?
- I didn't know that, Bob.
- Yes, indeedy.
Two years, Homicide, Tacoma P.D.
- I'll be darned.
- Yeah.
So, Mac, I want you to know...
...that we're aware that you have
a multiple homicide case to resolve...
...and God knows that's an important
public responsibility...
...and we're gonna open every bit of this
up to you lads...
...just as soon as National Security
priorities are satisfied.
- What do you think, Mac?
- I think that sounds pretty shitty, Bob.
Well, I can understand that
from your perspective, Mac.
I'd probably feel that way too
if I were in your shoes, but I'm not.
- I'm in these shoes.
- Thom McCann's, 111 l2E.
of hard miles.
These shoes have carried some heavy
loads, in terms of this nation's security.
What do you say to that, Mac?
I think those shoes are carrying
the biggest load I've ever seen, Bob.
Well, I can see we got off
I've got a writ being drafted,
giving me custody of Mr. Gutterman.
I'll be down for him in about an hour.
You boys have a nice day.
- Mac, can I say something?
- Yeah, Ellis, what is it?
- What a f***ing putz.
- Why, Ellis.
Well, I mean, he's a classic
anal-retentive reprobate.
"Anal-retentive."
- It's got a nice ring to it.
- It's psychology.
I like "f***ing putz" better.
We're gonna have to move Gutterman.
He's not gonna get along
with our Mr. Smiley in there.
- Can we do that?
- Yeah, if we get a forklift.
They're still here.
Wonder what her story is.
Based upon first observations, subject
to revision with further data of course...
...l'd say she's about 5'7",
Recruited out of Bennington College,
Vermont.
Born in Richmond, Virginia.
Turn-ons:
Fellini films and menwith hairy chests who read Chaucer.
Turnoffs:
macho menwho aren't for world peace.
- Also has a cat named Bootsie.
- What?
Just kidding.
How the heck would I know who she is?
Ellis, Ellis, Ellis.
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