Sneakers Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 126 min
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is the bottom of a monkey cage.
- I'm sorry?
- Look at the bottom of a monkey cage.
Is someone answering your door?
Just a second. I'm not expecting anyone.
No. Nobody there.
- I'm sorry.
- We're all alone.
I'll just close the window. It's okay now.
It's true. I read that once.
I don't know.
What were we talking about?
You have fruit, greens...
Good evening. PlayTronics.
Cattle mutilations are up.
- Don't.
- Sorry.
Here we go.
Martin, we've got video. All eight of them.
You're coming in fine.
You are clear all the way up
to the Man-Trap.
Hi, my name is Werner Brandes.
My voice is my passport. Verify me.
There's a three-foot area in the corner,
just outside the sensor's range.
Good. Hold on. Whistler?
- Carl, how's the weather?
- 98.6 and holding.
Beauty. We got body temp, Crease.
Go.
Once again, I am so sorry about dinner.
No, it was really delicious.
No, no. I overcooked the carrots.
No, I liked them really squishy like that.
- That's cute.
- Watch.
Watch this.
Play dead.
Great!
I designed the voice recognition chip.
What a thing to do!
- Could I just make a quick phone call?
- Sure.
- It's in the bedroom.
- Upstairs?
Yeah, just go upstairs
and then walk straight forward.
The first one is a closet.
Pooch.
Look what you've done to Doris' purse.
What do you say we go for a ride, Doris?
I don't believe this!
What are you saying?
No, they shot him, but they didn't kill him.
He's still alive.
That's it. I've had it.
I don't want to talk to you anymore.
- Do your job. I don't want to talk.
- Okay, fine.
It was the same people
who framed Pete Rose.
Boy, this was fun. Wanna go back?
- No, we're almost there.
- Almost where?
- No, Crease.
Werner just pulled up.
He's got Liz with him.
Martin? I think you'd better hurry.
The one thing I can't do is hurry.
"I want you to say it for me just one time. "
"Passport.
You have such a beautiful voice. "
I'm Dr. Brandes. I work on three.
I believe this phony is involved
in some plot to break into my office.
Hold it! Hold it!
Let me see your entry card.
- You took my card.
- What card? See?
Sir, we have a problem.
- What?
- Call the police.
I think that someone
is trying to break into my office!
Let's take a look at his office.
Well?
Well, everything seems to be in order.
- Does it?
- Yes, sir.
- Very sorry to have troubled you, miss.
- Not as sorry as I am.
Werner.
They're letting her go.
- We'll call you a cab.
- Thank you.
This is my last computer date.
Wait.
A computer matched her with him?
I don't think so.
Marty.
Why is it so hot in here?
Marty!
We've got six guards in the front lobby...
...four in the south corridor,
five upstairs north.
- Oh, God.
Carl, listen carefully. You've got trouble.
Heating duct's over the furnace.
You'll be all right.
Find the heating ducts above the furnace.
That'll lead you to the elevator.
There's a fire escape
at the end of the north corridor.
- There are fire walls.
- Have him go south.
No, go directly north, 30 yards.
Once you're there, let me know.
Blue team, move to corridor one.
Green team, secure north corridor.
He'll be in a crawl space. Break through.
Crease?
I'm in northeast three, over the corridor.
- I think it's a dead end.
- Don't move.
Don't worry, we'll get you out of there.
We've got guards at every stairwell.
Can you hear if there's any...
Oh, no.
What? Don't say "oh, no".
This is Wallace.
I'm in northeast three.
Martin, we lost...
Do you read me?
Damn!
Stop shooting.
Marty?
I know you are in the building...
...and I know you can hear me.
God.
You should not have come back, Marty.
I won and you lost.
If our friendship meant anything to you,
that's the way you should have left it.
But you always had to be
the one to win, didn't you?
You were the one who got away
with things, while I never did.
You always had to get the girl, didn't you?
So I never did...
She's lovely, Marty.
Please.
Marty, please bring me the box.
You must know...
...they will never let either of you live
if you try to get out.
I am your way out.
I'm your only way out.
If I wanted you dead...
...you'd be dead.
Marty...
...I cannot kill you.
I cannot kill you.
You have to trust me.
Guys, I'm goin' in.
Do you hear me, Carl?
Yes.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- How are you?
- Fine. How are you?
So you have my box.
We have a deal.
Right?
Wait a second.
Wait a minute!
Goddamn it, you gave me your word!
I cannot kill my friend.
Kill my friend.
You son of a b*tch.
You didn't really think we were gonna
let you go, did you?
You didn't really think I was gonna
let you have this box, did you?
- What?
- Now.
Now? What are you talking about now?
- Now!
- You're damn right, now!
- Carl, now!
- Geronimo!
Let go of him.
I mean it. I'm an excellent marksman.
Woman! Move!
Sure. Sure.
Get up.
- What the hell were you waiting for?
- That's not easy, what I just did.
- Guys, could we get out of here?
- Yeah.
Here.
- Up, up, up!
- I'm up!
Hurry!
Crease, we're on the roof. There's
a fire escape on the side. Is it clear?
Yes, clear.
Where are you?
On a hill overlooking
the northeast corner of the lot.
- There!
- Beautiful. Come and get us.
Hurry up. We've only got a few minutes
before anybody knows we're gone.
Comin' to get you.
Put your hands where
I can see 'em and step outta the van.
You too, Midnight.
Bish, they've got Crease and Mother.
Sh*t!
Whistler, you've got to do it.
Do what?
You gotta drive.
I'll talk you through it. Now, hurry.
Drive what?
Okay, Bish.
There's a gate about 30 yards behind you.
Put it in reverse and floor it.
Did I ever tell you
why I had to leave the CIA?
No.
What's reverse?
One down.
My temper.
Mess with me, I'll split your head!
Crease, where's Whistler going?
Bish? I'm going backwards.
You're doin' fine. Doin' fine.
Now, hit the brakes!
Now!
Okay, put the gearshift down two notches.
Down two notches.
Turn left. Floor it.
- I'm going forward.
- Straighten out.
- What was that?
- Okay, keep comin'.
Oh, God, I'm driving!
No, don't do that. I'm driving!
Go left!
My left. Right.
Go right! Right!
It's okay.
Beautiful! Keep comin'. Keep comin'.
Now, you're gonna go down
a very gentle slope.
Okay, fine. Great. No problem.
Doin' okay. Five more seconds...
...and stop.
Whistler, that was great!
- Whistler!
- That was great!
I'm taking the wheel. In the back.
Where's Martin?
Marty.
Would you step away from the ladder?
You will give me the box right now...
...or I will kill you right now.
No.
Jesus!
Just give me the box, Marty.
- I thought you couldn't kill me.
- I missed on purpose!
- Now give me the box.
- Take the damn thing! I don't want it.
You win, I lose.
That's what you want, isn't it?
- Say it! Say it!
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