Metro Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 117 min
- 187 Views
- He's right.
Show me.
When we drive up the car,
make sure it's at an angle about
three feet away from the kurb.
- We put our best man high ground.
ls Anderson here?
- Yes.
Good. Okay,
twenty degrees down angle.
Tell Anderson to prep and
notify us when he's on line.
- l can feel this thing
going sideways on us.
- Well, there's some good news.
He's wearing a ski mask,
so he's protecting his identity...
and he hasn't determined
whether or not he's gonna kill
the rest of the hostages yet.
You. You! Up, up!
Start pullin' those bodies back
behind that counter. Let's go.
Do it! Move!
Let's go! Come on!
Back behind here.
Faster! Let's go.
- He's gonna-- He's gonna--
He's gonna kill us.
- Please. lt's gonna be--
Over there. Over there.
ln there.
- l'm not, l'm not staying here.
l'm not staying here.
- No.
- No, please don't. please don't.
Mrs Dotson, please don't go!
- Let go of me!
- Mrs Dotson, please!
- Hey. Hey!
- Stop, Miss Dotson.
- Hey!
- Leave her alone.
- What?
- Leave her alone!
Think.
Doug, please,
sit down, sit down!
lf she's not conscious by
the time l'm done, she's dead.
- What do you got, window?
- We have some confirmation.
Okay, it's time to give
this wacko a call.
How come he's not answering?
Wait, wait, wait.
There's your answer.
- He's smart.
- He's cuttin' down visibility.
Yep. He's doin'
a good job of it.
All positions:
you have a green light.
Come on. Give us
one clean shot, a**hole.
Command one, repeat. All positions:
you have a green light.
He switched clothes.
That's korda!
- That's korda! Hold your fire!
- Hold your fire!
- l said hold your fire!
- Hold your fire!
- Hold your fire!
- Hold your fire!
- Hold your fire!
- Come on!
- No! No!
- Come here. Get inside!
Please, let me go!
- Get in!
- Please!
- Bunch of f*** ups!
- Get him on the radio.
Get him on the radio!
- These your keys?
- What? Yeah, yeah. Those are mine.
- He's got a girl. Let's go!
- Wait, wait, wait!
Hey, Roper,
what are you gonna do?
No!
Additional units in the area. We need
all additional units in the area.
Oh, oh, please, God!
Hey, watch it!
Stop!
- Please!
Sutter, now passing Laguna.
Can we get an intercept?
Move! Move that!
Come on, now!
- Ahh! Let me out! Please!
- Shut up.
Please! Oh!
Everybody okay?
Just stay there, man.
What's going on?
- Hey, man, what's this?
- Get the f*** off.
Oh, oh! Oh!
Everybody just stay calm.
- F***! Get out of my way.
- Just take it easy.
- What?
- Just take it easy. Put the gun down.
Put the gun down.
Hey!
- What the f*** is going on?
- l don't know,
but l gotta get up there.
Sh*t!
- Get the f*** off of me.
- Hold the wheel.
- What?
- Take the wheel.
You got it? You got it?
Shut up!
Uh! Oh!
Ahh!
Get out of the way.
- What's the problem?
- l can't get the brakes to work!
We're comin' to the end
of the line!
Oh, sh*t.
- Get the car steady!
- Come on!
Go! Move ahead!
Hard right!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
Move!
- Oh, my God! What's happened?
- What the hell is that?
Outta the way!
Move!
- lt's that guy down there!
- There! There! He's runnin'!
- Hey, he's gettin' away!
- Somebody stop him!
Get him!
Sh*t! l lost my piece.
- God bless SWAT.
- Ready?
You check this floor.
l'm goin' up.
Sh*t!
Hold it! Don't you move!
Don't you f***in' move!
Stay right there! Right there!
Put your hands up! Put 'em up!
Spread your f***in' legs.
F***in' move, l'll put
your f***in' head in the trunk.
Sam Baffert
was a friend of mine.
He had a wife
and he had a daughter.
Why don't you tell that
Wanna kill me,
lnspector? Huh?
- You can't kill me.
- Oh, l can't?
Well, what if we got
into a struggle...
and my gun went off?
Could l kill you then?
Huh? Could l kill you then?
Roper!
You got him.
Put the gun down.
You got him, man.
Put it down.
Come on, man.
Put it down.
l'm gonna do this sh*t
by the book...
but you ain't gonna be
f***in' smiling at me.
Gimme your hands.
Come on. Get up.
Get up. Come on.
- Listen, l'll catch up
with you guys later.
- Okay. See ya.
- Yeah.
Yeah. Can you hold up?
You weren't
at the press conference.
l wanted to get this
out of the way first.
Well, have you got a bet
on the game tonight?
As a matter of fact, l do
have a bet on the game tonight.
Of course you do. Then
you know it's already started.
Well, l was gonna catch
Well, good night.
You havin' dinner
with Mr Baseball?
Greg is actually
on a road trip.
l was just gonna go home
and make myself some pasta.
Mmm. Go home
and make some pasta.
The one with the garlic
and the oil that l like so much?
No, the kind you get
out of a box.
The macaroni and the cheese.
The instant macaroni?
Mmm. l've been craving
that stuff all week.
Yeah, it's hard to get.
Well, who are you tellin'?
- Just dinner.
- Yeah, just dinner.
What the f***. You bring me
all the ways over to tell me
you ain't got no collateral?
What do l look like to you, Santa Claus?
l'm a f***in' bail bondsman.
l know, l know. That's not what
l'm saying. What l'm saying--
Pick up the phone,
for Christ's sake.
- You think l got time for
messing around with this crap?
- l got the stuff.
lt's on the outside. l'm just
waiting for somebody to cash in,
that's all. lt's real simple.
Give me a f***in' break.
Look. Just gimme your card.
l'll get it to you by tomorrow night.
Thanks.
Okay. Now, that's
Stir it briskly.
Are you listening?
You stir it briskly. Then you
need lemon. l need lemon.
- Should be one in the fridge.
- Lemon in the refrigerator.
- Hey, you know the last
quarter of the game is on.
- Oh, really?
What game is that?
Oh, whoa.
You are making an effort.
That's right, and l'm gonna win too.
l'm going to be the victor.
l'm going to score.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
l don't mean, like, really score.
- You know what l mean.
- Just dinner, remember.
l know the rules. Just dinner. Just
dinner. Okay, l got this lemon in here.
Now, when you taste this...
l want you to know that you're gonna
be experiencing culinary perfection.
Now just calm d-- Calm-- Calm down.
l'm giving you background on this.
This is the bomb salad
dressing that l bring...
to all the cookouts
whenever my family gathers.
They say, ""Scott, bring--""
""Scott."" Here. You ready?
Taste this. Huh?
- ls that not the bomb?
That is the sh*t, right there.
- Mmm.
Honestly?
Something's missing.
Oh, no, that's not missing
anything. You're just jealous
'cause you don't know how to--
See, in the Uk they don't teach you how
to make this, see? This is perfection.
You know, it does need
a little sugar.
Why don't you put your finger in there
for the proper sweetness.
- Scott.
- lt's a joke. lt's a-- lt's a--
lt's a compliment to you.
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