The Hot Rock Page #4
- GP
- Year:
- 1972
- 101 min
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I wouldn't be surprised if you
heard something by next week.
I'll be in touch with you.
That's good news.
All your friends ask is that you...
meet them halfway.
I'll certainly try.
Anything worth trying...
is worth trying more than once.
Three times at the very least.
- I'll do my best.
- You must.
Even though the effort
lands you in the hospital.
In a hospital?
That's what I said.
Good-bye, Al.
Here's the matriel request, Doctor.
What is it this time?
More uniforms, uh... A truck.
Yes, sir,
and it's gotta be kind of huge.
A kind of huge truck.
And it can't be hot.
You can rent it but it better not...
be traceable back to you,
if we're caught.
A legitimate kind of huge truck.
Hey, listen. I'll be back on time...
and I don't want you
to think I'm a quitter...
but if you're not there,
I ain't waitin'.
Down.
- Go!
- Wait.
Here, take this.
- What's that?
- Hard candy.
- Let me have some. My throat's dry.
- You wouldn't like it.
- Let me be the judge of that.
- You didn't get it.
- I did. I got it.
- Oh.
Okay. This is it. Let's go.
Come on.
That's some kind
of crazy hard candy.
- Tastes like medicine.
- It's a new flavor
they're test marketing.
The hell it's a new flavor.
That's stomach junk.
- What do you got, an ulcer?
- Gastritis.
Years away from ulcers yet.
made me feel inferior with
than to listen to this.
Section four.
No, no. Johnson's
on the next shift.
Cut that out!
Cut that out! Guard!
Stop picking your feet!
I told you! I'm gonna tell you again!
- "I'm gonna tell you again.!"
- Guard! Guard! He's after my feet!
I told you
not to pick your feet!
Guard, he's after my feet!
- Goddamned feet! Good-bye!
- Guard! Guard!
- Guard!
Your feet are dead!
Your feet are dead!
Guard!
What the hell?
Why didn't you bring a ladder?
- I can't climb one of these things.
- Go on, for God's sake.
You shouldn't have brought
a stupid rope. I can't
climb any stupid rope.
Help him.
- Help him?
- Yeah, help me.
- Come on.
- Use my shoulder.
- Like this?
- Yes.
- Okay?
- "Yeah."
Where's that thing?
That handle?
- There's no thing. Wait.
- Go on.
I... can't... feel...
I can't...
- Are you there?
- Always. Go on.
Oh, God, my leg.
Go on. Go.
Come on.
Hit it.
I didn't think it
cornered too good.
We're not moving.
What the hell? Come on!
Let's get moving.
No. W-We're staying
here till 6:
00...till all the other
trucks start goin'.
Then Murch will drive us back.
Well, that's
really good thinking, waiting here.
And back in the city, we hand over
the stone and collect our dough.
- Mm.
- Well, um...
We can at least start, uh,
working on that tomorrow.
What do you mean
start working on it?
Well, it's, uh...
- It's just not gonna be
that easy, that's all.
- Why not?
You hid it in the police station.
- It's where I was.
- Well, surely then...
at the museum you could have...
- Or somewhere!
- He swallowed it.
What happened then?
When did you next see the diamond?
Not until the next day.
I'll sort of skip over that part,
if you don't mind.
- I wish you would.
- Right. The next time
I had the diamond...
I was in a police station
in a detention cell on the top floor.
And that's where you hid it?
Well, what else could I do?
I couldn't
keep it on me, not in jail.
Couldn't you have just
kept on swallowing it?
No.
Gee, that's a nice watch.
I'd really like that watch.
Keep goin' to church
I didn't say I'd like
a watch like that...
I said I'd like that watch.
- It's yours.
- Thanks.
Here's the matriel
request, Doctor.
I think it's safe to say that.
Yes, sir.
Whoo!
Yeah.
You're sure you've driven
one of these things before, right?
-
- I don't wanna know
the answer, neither do you.
Let's load. Come on.
You phony. You've never even seen
You know, you got
some kind of mouth.
I got books at home
how to make one of these.
All right, all you do is hit
this here. Hit this switch here.
Hit this. Hit... this one here.
Over here. These two here.
Double it over.
Hit that switch there.
Hit your battery and your starter.
Come on, baby.
You're gonna click.
You're gonna click.
We're gonna go.
Come on, baby.
What do ya say?
I told you I could
drive anything, yeah?
Hey!
What do ya say, Kelp?
There's
the police station roof. Get ready.
This is it!
Murch, you ass!
It's the wrong roof!
I counted the blocks
over from the river.
I could've sworn I got it right.
Well, just don't stand there
like a dummy. Will ya go ask questions.
If you're gonna be a sorehead
about this, I'll go ask 'em.
You probably
couldn't even find them.
I'm, uh, sorry
to bother you, gentlemen...
but we're looking
for the Ninth Street Precinct House.
That's right, Officer.
There is one on Ninth Street.
Aw, hell.
Two blocks ain't bad.
That's it.
Come in.
- Lieutenant, the phone's gone dead.
- Aw, again?
Uh, did you try, uh,
jigglin' it and everything?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah?
Somebody's jamming our signal.
We can't broadcast
and we can't receive.
Well, did you try...
monkeyin' with it
and everything?
I'm tellin' ya, somebody
set up a jammer on us.
We used to have the same thing
in the South Pacific.
Okay. Okay.
I'd better tell the captain.
Get me the cap...
We'll have to blow it.
You sure you guys
got the right place?
- " Yeah."
- Sir?
Bombs.
There's bombs in the street, sir.
Bombs, huh?
It's a revolution.
It's a goddamned revolution.
They always try for
T-T-Tear gas in the stairwells.
They're cutting us off
from the detention cells.
Break out the riot guns
on the double. On the double!
Come on, fellas. Go.!
I'm not gonna be the first
American policeman to lose a station.
Can you see it?
Take cover.
Take cover!
- Go on!
-
Me, fellas?
You doin' all this to free me?
That's beautiful, man.
That's the most beautiful
thing I ever heard of.
How the hell
can it not be there?
- Did you take it?
- It's been here for weeks.
Somebody else took it, that's all.
We beat 'em, men!
I've had it with that
stinking stone, man!
I'm done! That's all!
Good-bye, Charlie.
Not me.
I've got no choice.
I'm not superstitious...
and I don' believe in jinxes,
but that stone's jinxed me
and it won't let go.
I've been damned near bitten...
shot at, peed on and robbed.
And worse is gonna happen before
it's done. So I'm takin' my stand.
I'm goin' all the way.
Either I get it...
or it gets me.
And if I ever find out
that you talked to anyone...
Come on. How dumb
do you think I am?
Anyway, Dad made me
swear not to tell.
He knew?
Well, of course he knew.
He's my lawyer, isn't he?
He has to know all the facts.
Now, come on. He's my father.
He wouldn't cross me
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