Undercover Blues
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1993
- 90 min
- 430 Views
Over here!
Hurry up, Billy!
Don't you love New Orleans?
Come on over here
and dance with me.
Look what she ordered.
Come here, honey.
Darling, 11 months is
The doctor said we should
start her on solids.
Jambalaya's not solids.
He meant mushed-up
carrots and beets.
That's for average kids.
Look, sweetheart. See?
That's delicious.
It's not spicy at all.
Jeff...
Come on. I rest my case.
Isn't she great?
She's great. You're great.
They said
their name was Truman?
-Newman.
-Ah, Newman.
You better get out of there.
Hey, Newman.
Isn't New Orleans great?
Great.
Would you like a beer?
-Sure.
-Two, please.
-A lot. Yeah.
We've cut down
ever since the baby.
What line are you in?
Brain surgery.
Professional brain surgery.
That's a hell of a field.
Challenging.
Actually, I'm thinking
about giving it up.
The racket's getting to me.
I was working with patients
who'd undergone severe trauma...
to the patella,
here in the front of the brain.
You get whacked there,
you start going in circles...
lose all sense of direction.
I read about that
in ''People'' magazine.
You did? The pressure
started getting to me.
My hands started shaking.
Dropping scalpels everywhere.
Somebody's pulling our leg.
-Almost had you.
-Not me.
-What do you really do?
-We're in espionage.
-Were. We're retired.
-And that's the truth.
I love crashing parties.
You didn't know those people?
-They didn't know us, either.
-You guys are too much.
-You ain't seen nothing yet.
-Oh, yeah, Mr. Spy?
You're not planning on
smoking that in the room?
I certainly am...
not planning on smoking
this in the room.
-I'll Jane for a walk.
-Louise.
Get some formula
while you're out?
Sure. Night, folks.
Bye-bye.
I'm with you.
I'd never let Vern smoke
a cigar in the room.
Jane Louise!
Is her name Jane Louise
or Louise Jane?
We can't agree.
a girl after her mother.
Men do it all the time,
name the boys after themselves.
Why not the women?
Sweetheart,
why don't we let them decide?
By the time I finish this...
it'll be ready
for my child's child.
What are you doing?
Help! Don't hurt me!
Don't forget the watch.
Shut up, fat boy.
My name is Muerte!
Don't you forget that.
Can we go?
Come on, man!
-l want to go home.
-No, no, no.
That's three.
Let's call it a night.
-Not yet!
-There's going to be cops.
No! I want one more.
Damn.
And here he comes.
Relax, guys,
the baby won't hurt you.
Give me the wallet
and the watch.
Look, this is a real baby.
I don't want any trouble.
Then hand it over.
Let's go. The watch.
It's a Swatch.
Are we finished? Can I go?
We had a deal.
You commit a felony.
I go.
My name is Muerte.
Pleased to meet you, Morty.
My name is Jeff.
Ozzie! Cut him!
This is a really bad idea,
Morty.
don't you, honey?
I'll kill you, a**hole.
You sucker.
En garde. Parry. Thrust!
It's a very fortunate thing
for you my wife wasn't here.
My good girl, isn't she?
Yeah.
Lovely evening, isn't it?
Hi, honey.
Did you get the formula?
I completely forgot.
-Daydreaming?
-Obviously.
Jeff?
What happened to the stroller?
It's a bad world,
isn't it, sweetheart?
You and me and Mom
are going to make it better.
New Orleans Police Department.
Did you see a gentleman
with a baby stroller?
That's Mr. Blue.
He's upstairs in his room.
Thank you very much.
What did happen
to that stroller?
Put something on.
The cops are coming.
-The cops are coming?
-Big badges, blue uniforms.
Why?
Officers.
-Jeff Blue?
-That's me.
Lieutenant Theodore Sawyer,
New Orleans Police Department.
This is
Detective Sergeant Halsey.
That's Halsey.
S-e-y, not s-y.
May we come in?
Sure thing, Ted.
You bet. My pleasure.
I'm a great admirer
of the New Orleans Police.
How's Clay Shaw?
That's really hilarious.
-This is my wife Jane.
-Evening.
This is Lieutenant Sawyer.
-Lieutenant.
-Sergeant Halsey.
-Sergeant.
-Ma'am.
Please excuse the robe,
gentlemen.
I wasn't expecting the police
at this hour.
Please, sit.
Excuse us, ma'am.
We're working undercover--
A lieutenant undercover?
I would have thought...
they'd have something
more important for you.
With oil gone belly-up...
tourism is
Folks getting knifed
in the French Quarter...
annoys the hell out of
the Tourist Commission.
There was an attempted
mugging this evening.
Really?
-The victim got away.
-Oh, good.
-You know nothing about that?
-No.
You match the description
of the intended victim--
a man with a baby stroller.
A bag lady says she saw
the man enter this hotel.
The desk clerk
says that man was you.
Certainly narrows it down,
doesn't it?
Mr. Blue, were you involved
in an attempted mugging?
No, Ted, I don't think so.
Would you mind
calling me Lieutenant?
Ms. Blue...
would you care
to make any comment?
Not at this precise time.
Mr. Blue,
can I see some ID, please?
-You bet.
-One with a picture?
Thank you.
That's a good picture.
What do you do for a living?
I'm an Electrolux salesman.
I don't know what brand
but the Electrolux
is the biggest sucker of all.
Are you in New Orleans
on business?
-Vacation.
-How long will you stay?
Month, month and a half.
Isn't that long for a vacation?
Is it?
Mr. Blue, if...
If you know something...
but you're afraid
to talk about it...
we can give you
full protection.
Thanks, but I really
don't know anything.
Well, thank you, sir.
Here's your ID,
and here's my card.
If you change your mind,
please give us a call.
-Will do.
-Bye, ma'am.
That baby stroller's
taken quite a beating.
Baggage handlers.
-Good night.
-Good night.
Let me see if
I understand this correctly.
You took our child
into a knife fight?
It was a fair fight--
two of them, two of us.
Jeff, how could you?
It wasn't my idea.
You should have seen them,
complete amateurs.
Biggest risk was I'd fall down
laughing and hurt myself.
I won't do it again.
This is Chapter Two
in which Jeff and Jane...
have a child
and lead a normal life.
You forgot the formula.
That's my boy, Metre.
I'm going to f*** him up.
Watch this. Hold my stick.
Boy, this is gonna be good.
-Red.
-What can I do you?
-Creme de menthe.
-Coming up.
Hey, Muerte,
I heard you had some trouble.
Yeah. You should
see the other guys--
fifteen guys
with chains and dogs.
You should see
what they look like.
I mean...
That ain't what I heard.
I heard it was one guy...
with a cute little tiny baby!
Which one of them
done it to you, Muerte?
Was it the guy...
or that cute little tiny baby?
My name is Muerte!
My name is Death!
Don't you forget that!
Scumhooks!
So now he's looking for Blue.
Great. Muerte's going
to be out for blood.
He's a vindictive
little sh*t, Captain.
Then you find him first.
That's not all.
There's something strange
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Undercover Blues" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 22 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/undercover_blues_22539>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In