The Last Boy Scout Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 105 min
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I'm reviewing both sides of the issue
with utmost care...
...and scrutiny.
I will adopt a position...
...based on what is best for the sport.
In the meantime...
...I can't wait to get to the Coliseum
...kick hell out of Tampa Bay.
Thank you, senator.
Always a pleasure.
Come on, Jimmy, think, think, think!
What would Joe do?
He'd shoot everybody
and smoke cigarettes.
But I have no gun.
- How'd you get here?
- I hitched.
I meant, how did you find me?
My dad's a detective.
What can I say?
You didn't cover your tracks.
You're easy to trace.
Just what I need: Nancy-f***ing-Drew!
I brought you this.
Where did you get that?!
Stole it from Dad's closet.
He'd kill me if he knew.
You'll kill yourself first, you jerk.
Take this ugly monkey
and get out of here.
I want to know what's going on.
Watch CNN. Go!
Those are the bodyguards
from the picture.
They're leaving without the senator.
Now go!
I'm coming too.
You can't come. Go home.
Kiss my ass.
Kiss my ass!
Is that clear enough?
Fine!
You little brat.
We'll only follow.
How dangerous can that be?
We're in position.
The senator's men are en route.
ETA, five minutes.
Now where you going?
Let's find out.
Here.
I told you no guns, right?
I hate guns.
Stay here. I'll go look around.
Stay!
Six mil.
Excuse me.
Did any of you stupid shits
bother to frisk this f***?!
Will you frisk him?
Take it easy.
Hand him the briefcase, Joseph.
Nice suit.
Was that briefcase
loaded with explosives?
going to the Coliseum now.
It's ironic, don't you think?
This bomb will be delivered
to Baynard by his own bodyguards.
After his death, the police
will receive a photograph of you...
...handing over the case.
You'll be blamed for the crime.
They'll believe it.
- They know you're a fan of Baynard's.
- Go f*** yourself.
That's not polite.
It's very abusive sounding.
What would you do...
...if somebody told you
to go f*** yourself?
Would you cut one of their eyes out?
What would you do?
You think you're so f***ing cool.
You think you're so f***ing cool!
This once...
...I'd like to hear you scream...
...in pain!
Play some rap music.
Hey, Flash.
Rescue attempt?
Blow me.
You must be James.
He does that with everybody.
Calls me Joseph.
You're alone?
No, I got the
Vienna Boys Choir with me.
Just you.
Shoot them, bury them.
Scared?
Shitless. You?
More or less.
Hey, mister!
Like my puppet?
Get her out of here.
My name is Furry Tom.
I said go, kid.
Kid stays.
Can you make him talk?
Go on. Try.
Go ahead. Take it.
It's riddle time.
Why did Mr. Milo cross the road?
I don't know. Why?
Because his dick was stuck
in a chicken.
Fur ball?
This is the first p*ssy
you guys have seen in a long time.
Especially this fat f***.
Where'd you get the suit?
Gangsters "R" Us?
Why is she here?!
It's not his fault!
I'll kill you both!
Get in line.
Here.
What do I do with it?
Point it and shoot!
Keep down!
Any bright ideas?
Go fast!
Good idea!
Push this f*** off the road!
Put your seat belts on!
This is bad!
Very bad!
You all right?
Sh*t!
Any chance he's alive?
Not now.
Call the cops!
Say there's a bomb at the Coliseum!
Senator Baynard's in danger!
You got it?
Happy birthday.
Buy yourself a new pair of pants.
Let's get the bomb before
it gets Baynard.
Got a car?
Do you got a car?
The keys.
No.
Give me the keys or I shoot the kid.
Daddy!
You're the dumbest guy in the world.
You save the guy that ruined
your career...
...and avenge the guy that
f***ed your wife.
The girl said her dad's name
is Joe Hollen...
He stole my car and went
to the Coliseum.
He set my pool on fire.
The man is a lunatic!
Give me 10 black-and-whites.
He's going to the Coliseum.
If we go any faster,
we'll travel back in time.
There!
Pull up and I'll yell at them.
I'll yell at them.
That's a lame plan!
Can we try?
Bulletproof glass.
He won't hear you.
- What're you doing?
- Drawing a picture.
- Of what?
- A bomb.
It looks like an apple with lines.
"Don't open the briefcase,
it's full of fruit. "
You want to draw it?
Happy?
You kidding?
Always criticizing!
I forgot.
"Bom" is "f*** you" in Polish.
It's not funny.
Tragic loss to the art world.
You'll lose them.
Buckle your seat belt.
It's broken!
I swear, if I survive this case,
I'll dance a jig.
I'll dance a jig.
There! There!
The off-ramp we just passed!
Where you going?
What are you doing?
Ain't I a b*tch?
Now do we go to the cops?
Expecting a call?
Hey, motherf***er.
Where are you, bottom of the pool?
On my way to the ball game.
Someone here wants to talk to you.
Hi, Daddy.
I'm okay. I'm not hurt.
You back off...
...or I'll show your daughter
what a hot date I am.
- What happened?
- He has Darian.
What do we do?
We take Marcone.
It's the only way.
We do nothing,
they'll kill her anyway.
Careful with that case.
It goes "bang. "
Look at all this.
Shredders.
Police and the DEA use it to blow locks.
They explode on impact.
Kill everything within 10 feet.
Put this on. Get in.
You in or out?
I'm in.
What can I lose?
We're going to a ball game.
That's Marcone's car.
Come on.
- Should've sh*t on it.
I forgot to tell you,
you're wanted for murder.
Mr. Dix.
Long time no see!
Yeah, too long.
- We're going to see Mr. Marcone.
- Sure, go ahead.
Jimmy, you bastard!
You broke my nose!
What are you doing here?
You were kicked off the team!
How'd you like to be kicked
off the planet?
Have a nice game.
How you doing?
You are one dumb bastard.
You know that?
I guess we won't dance that jig.
You okay?
Of course she is.
She's been with Uncle Shelly.
I'm okay.
Lose the guns.
Take off your coats. Relax.
What do you think Baynard'll do...
...when he learns
you tried to kill him?
He doesn't have a chance.
Shortly, Milo will have him...
...in the sights of
a high-powered rifle.
Where's he shooting from?
You never run out of questions.
Let's just say...
...Milo's in a highly
enlightened position.
Why'd you kill Cory?
She took to blackmail.
I have no truck with that.
She's one of the sweetest whores
I ever tasted.
There's 5 feet of marble
between me and you.
Maybe I make it, maybe I don't.
You call her "whore" again,
I'll find out.
Jimmy, do what you got to do.
Take it easy.
He should know.
With a face like that,
he must pay for it.
If you're fond of this little girl...
...keep your goddamn mouth shut!
Eat sh*t, you redneck!
Come here.
Goddamn, I'm really glad
to see you, Jimmy.
I still have that autographed ball...
...you gave me for my collection.
You had the million-dollar arm, kiddo.
You got hooked on the...
What was it?
Demerol!
Because you couldn't stand the pain.
Couldn't take the pain.
Life is pain.
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