Until Death
- R
- Year:
- 2007
- 101 min
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Plainclothes officers have arrived
on the scene.
- Plainclothes are here on the scene.
- Roger.
Hey, Stowe, check out the rookie.
Why don't you just
smoke the damn thing...
...if it'll make you calm down?
Thought you were quitting.
Where did we get
this f***ing guy, anyway?
Some house for poor teenagers
who wanna play Cops and Robbers?
I'm so sorry.
I'm in New Orleans.
Watch the guy on Royal and Peters.
Here we go.
She looks hot.
She cleans up very well, huh?
That's a 10-4.
- We're going inside.
- Got that, Delta.
The target, Callahan,
has arrived at the building.
I repeat, has arrived at the building.
We're on.
Check, Detective Anthony Stowe,
Lead narcotics officer,
The time, 2024.
Target, Gabriel Callahan.
He's in the structure.
And our team on the inside
is led by Special Agent Ronson.
Well, it's finally nice to meet you.
I'm Mary.
And this is my boyfriend, Joe.
Nice jacket.
- What?
- That's a nice jacket.
It's all there. I promise.
Secret combination, Miss Johnson?
Six-six-six.
- I bet you're a pretty high roller, huh?
- Yeah, look-
- How much to get rid of you?
- Oh, if you have a donation...
- No, no, no.
- ... I'd be willing to receive.
Give me the wallet.
Now it's our turn.
Wait.
Come on.
Where's our stuff?
A deal's a deal, right?
You got our end.
Tell your boy to relax.
You just bought yourself
a $400 radio.
Show me some skin.
You want to see me undress?
What are you,
some kind of pervert?
Yeah.
I'm some kind of pervert...
...and I wanna see everything.
- Lost Callahan now, I've lost him.
- I'm a normal guy.
See this gun? Beat it.
Get out of here.
We're busted.
What the hell is Stowe doing?
I can't hear anything.
Hey!
Take that guy in now!
Come on, a**hole, get down!
Come on, come on, hurry up!
Don't move!
Police!
Stowe.
- No, no, no.
- Medics! Now!
Ross here. Get us a medic.
Sh*t, Stowe. You blew it.
Sh*t!
What the hell happened?
Why'd you bolt so early back there?
Callahan only likes blonds.
You think it's gonna end like this?
That easy and simple?
After 10 years, you're gonna send
some cheap slut in there to fool me?
Thought I'd give them a show?
I gave you a show, partner.
How long are you gonna keep up
this "good cop" charade?
Forever.
It's as fake as you are.
Next time, send in your wife.
She's more my type,
but you already know that, right?
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, it wasn't my fault.
The comm went down, I couldn't hear!
- Chill.
- Come on.
It wasn't his fault, Stowe.
We lost two good people today.
Better than you. Because of you.
F*** you.
I know Callahan was your partner,
Stowe. We all know that.
But you gotta realize
I got two dead cops I gotta explain...
...and you can't keep letting
your emotions make bad judgments.
Your nine lives
seem to be running out.
That's fine with me.
I've had a good run.
Go home, Stowe.
Clean yourself up.
Send a prowler
He doesn't care
about your wife, Stowe.
He doesn't even care about you.
He's just f***ing with you.
You're chasing him.
He's not chasing you.
Go home.
What happened
to the camera on Tommy?
Disappeared as well.
And you might wanna steer clear
of Van Huffel.
Him and Ronson
just got engaged last week.
We had a little party.
You weren't around.
What were you doing
Jerkoff.
Tell me the truth.
Not a bullshit lie.
What's a punk kid like you
doing in the Quarter, huh?
What the f***, man?
I was picking up my mom.
Hello?
Hey, Jane, it's Val.
Is he there yet?
He's right here.
Your wife.
Hello.
I've been trying
to get hold of you all day.
It's been a bad day.
What do you want?
I want you to ask me that again
in a nicer tone.
Valerie, what the f*** do you want?
That's what I'm talking about.
Next time, why don't we try using
some five-letter words?
this time next week.
What is it?
I wanted to make sure you're
picking me up for dinner tonight.
Tonight's not a good night.
It's important, Tony.
Hold on.
- What?
- How do I explain what happened?
In English.
You went to school, right?
It's my husband.
Well, it's up to you.
Tell me where.
Karaoke bar off Frenchman.
Hey, how you doing?
Remember last week I covered for
you, kept your name on that booking?
Well, I need the favor returned.
You picked up a kid
from Jackson Square...
...with a bit of pot. Nothing dealable.
Kid's my nephew. He's a good kid.
A pot dealer.
That sounds like a good kid to me.
What do you want?
I need you to help me out here.
He won't be able to go to college if that
evidence sticks around, you know?
I'll straighten him out,
don't you worry.
I'd do the same for you.
Walter Curry?
Yeah.
He asked me
to make some evidence disappear.
Grass.
Just now, in the bathroom.
That's a serious accusation.
I know.
I'll take care of the funeral.
Let him know.
You sent her in?
You sent her in alone, huh?
No f***ing backup, no eyes,
and you, huh?
You just go in there
guns blazing, right?
You f***ing coward.
Knock it off, man!
- Come on, fellas.
- Hey, they're all at it.
- Damn.
- She was not alone.
She was undercover.
She had a partner.
Now, if you really cared for her,
you would have taken Tommy's place.
And been there with her.
Not at your desk.
- F*** you.
- F*** you, man!
- Double, please.
- Johnnie Red?
Black tonight.
I'm working tonight, Stowe.
Tomorrow night. I promise.
My treat.
Okay.
There you go, Stowe.
Thanks.
Scotch is for alcoholics.
And my dad.
But you don't look like an alcoholic.
On second thought-
What do you want to drink?
It's on me.
Whatever you're having.
Are you working tonight?
Are you?
Come here.
I'll make you a deal.
I won't charge you...
...if you won't charge me.
God...
I don't care if you're a f***ing cop.
You're not a f***ing human being.
Hey, buddy, you can't park here.
I'm a cop.
Feel free to have me towed.
Let's welcome the singing couple.
I'm sorry.
Do you remember this place?
Our first date, Anthony.
What was our song?
Our song?
You at least must remember this.
Tell me.
I'm not gonna tell you,
that's the point.
I went to the doctor this morning,
Anthony.
You okay?
I'm pregnant.
You f***ing crazy, or what?
The baby isn't yours.
You f***ed him.
You f***ed Callahan, right?
You're sick.
Don't ever talk to me again.
Don't try to f*** the valet
on your way out!
Oh, f***.
Yo, almost ready, man.
We got another call coming in.
Bad luck, buddy.
Come on, a**hole!
Three days at the most.
Just trying to get my coat.
That's all I was trying to do.
- F***ing sh*t!
- Walt!
Walt's drunk.
He won't turn over his gun
or his badge.
- Give me your vest.
- Sh*t!
F***!
Clean sh*t! Look at it, get it done!
Gotta clean all this sh*t, all of it!
God! Come on.
One favor, and it's all gone.
You come to me...
...pointing a gun at me.
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