Until Death Page #4
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- Year:
- 2007
- 101 min
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she loved you too much.
Isn't that some sh*t? She loved you.
It goes back to what I told you...
...that night you got shot
in the medulla oblongata.
I lied to you.
I wanted you to go to hell knowing
I was f***ing your wife.
Why couldn't you just
stay in the coma, Anthony?
You were always
so goddamn indestructible.
Well, not anymore.
My business in New Orleans
is done.
I'm heading to the new frontier.
Starting a family.
Me and my new wife.
How do you like that, Tony?
Me, a father.
By the way, who is the father?
Your evidence from the townhouse,
Anthony.
You remember all that, don't you?
Brain still working, Tony?
But here's the really beautiful part.
Meet your hero.
Cleanest cop in the world...
...who always had a suspicion
that Anthony Stowe was a dirty cop.
Dirty cop gets killed.
Clean cop gets a shiny new medal.
I love this country.
Nothing personal, Tony.
But it works well for me,
you have to agree, huh?
There is one flaw.
You're suicidal, Van. I like that.
One thing I learned in the past two
years is you don't leave loose ends.
Now, you need an escape,
but what I need is assurances...
...and insurance.
You've acquired a dictionary
since we last spoke.
You make it out of here,
you'll get your pension.
It's a good life. Maybe.
But if you wanna make it out of here,
point your gun at Mr. Stowe.
Callahan.
Van Huffel.
- Hey, I'm Jimmy.
- Shut the f*** up, Jimmy.
Put your guns down.
Well, congratulations, Anthony.
You have another friend after all.
Hear that? It's over.
All right. All right. All right.
All right.
Chad forgives you.
Not me.
Tony!
- The car.
- I'll cover.
How many do you count?
- Six or seven.
- Jesus.
Got to go.
You're on your own, buddy.
This horse's gone lame.
- Come on.
- Tony!
Help!
- Walter.
- Yeah, Stowe.
Here.
- Come on!
- F*** you.
- Get the f*** up!
- Go on. F***ing shoot me.
Come on.
Hey!
- Stop. Stop!
- What?
- I have to stop.
- Come on!
Tony.
Welcome back.
Detective Harrington,
- Detective.
- Someone had to watch your back.
She qualified on the range
before she got your assignment.
You gotta hear this.
In the search
of Van Huffel's house...
...we found a good portion
of the monies...
...and the camera
from Tommy's jacket.
You gotta look at this.
- What the f*** did you do that for?
- Sorry, baby, he's a loose end.
- So are you.
- We were f***ing partners!
- What the f*** are you talking about?
- Last words, detective.
Get that gun out of my face.
We don't need this whore.
Take the stuff.
I'll see you when the heat dies down.
And don't forget the camera.
Go!
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