Wanted: Dead or Alive
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 106 min
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1
Welcome to darkness
There's blood in the air
The angel of death's
Descending the stairs
The madness and sadness
the kiss of the gun
Cover your ass
as you stay on the run
It's the bonus time
It's time to collect
The joker is wild
And he's back in the deck
The lowdown, the go-around
the showdown in hell
Stay on the move
or you won't live to tell
Hey, John!
What'll you drink?
Whiskey.
Get me a beer.
Let's get the f*** outta here.
Come on!
You're not gonna do anything.
That's enough for that lousy beer.
Tick-tock cut to the chase
Time's runnin' out
and they're usin' live bait
Street's infected
and crawl in the slime
The neon nightmare is about to unwind
Welcome to Los Angeles, rabbi.
Enjoy your stay.
Shalom. Shalom.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
Welcome to L.A.
Keep the truck runnin', Hardy.
Bring me some beer.
Get some beers.
Don't you go starin' at me,
you goddamn slope!
We should've nuked your
asses when we had the chance.
- If I'd have been there, we would have.
- Leave him alone!
Ready for that beer, Pete!
Push "no sale", and put
the f***in' cash on the counter!
Get this sh*t out to the truck.
Are we gonna take her with us?
Darlin', we gonna have us
a good time tonight.
Gonna teach me how to party?
She's gonna teach me how to party!
how to party, baby!
But I gotta kill this old man first.
What the hell are you do...
How you want it, slope?
Fast or slow? Motherf***er?
Charlie?
My f***in' head!
Goddamn son of a b*tch!
You motherf***er!
Charlie.
Hold your breath.
Drop the gun.
Charlie, you smell.
You broke my f***in' arm, man!
Keep the change.
Thank you. Walk!
Detective Quintz, please.
Nick Randall.
Danny?
Meet me outside.
I've got a present for you.
An F.B.I. wanted.
A cop killer.
His name is Charles Higgins.
Pull his file and give me
a booking number.
No, no, I'm not coming inside.
I don't like cops,
and they don't like me.
Yeah.
So, where's my present?
- Why the hell is he in the trunk?
- Take a whiff.
You son of a b*tch!
You broke my f***in' arm, man!
Locked me in his trunk.
Didn't read me no rights.
Hey, I'm a free man.
Judge'll send you up, and I'll walk.
Ever heard of the Miranda Act, sucker?
Charlie, you haven't been arrested yet.
- What?
- I'm not a cop.
Are you a f***in' bounty hunter?
A sleaze-bag bounty hunter.
Take care of this piece of sh*t,
will you?
Yes, sir.
What do you wanna do
about the paperwork?
Let's do it at my office?
Good idea.
I'll see you in five minutes.
I'll get you, cocksucker!
Goddamn it! Sh*t!
Hey, Nickels, good to see you.
- ...A great deal...
- ...Vamos a escuchar...
- The life of the flesh is death.
I wired the satellite solenoids
to the detonators.
Beautiful.
Has a range of two miles.
If it's that far away, I can't watch.
$25.000.
Not bad for a night's work, Nickels.
It's 40. Read the small print.
There's a $15.000 bonus
if he can still talk.
How do you put up
with this sh*t, Danny?
Every time I touch
one of those scumbags, I...
I take a lot of showers
How is she?
That's what you need: a lady.
A nice lady for a change,
instead of these bimbos you go out with.
Let me tell you something.
I found one.
First name is Terry.
She's a stewardess.
Another stewardess.
She's getting her doctorate
in anthropology.
We've been goin' out
Three months?
Three f***ing months?
Jesus, that's a goddamn
silver anniversary for you.
Come on, tell me some more.
Louise is gonna ask me
a million questions
when she finds out
you got a girlfriend.
Did you tell Louise
you bought a motorcycle?
No, I didn't tell her
I bought a motorcycle.
So why should you tell her
I got a girlfriend? Piss off.
Sign this.
She know what you do?
No.
I told her what I did.
She thinks
I'm in the security business.
I hate this sh*t.
What? Paperwork?
F*** you.
Listen, buddy.
You burnt your bridges, not them.
you build 'em.
Yeah, sure.
Listen. Once you've quit
the company, you've quit.
Don't they teach you cops
how to clean these?
Up yours.
Now...
I figure I'll bring in a few more bad guys,
put the money in my boat
and see a bit of the world.
You've seen it.
But this time without a bull's-eye
painted on my forehead.
You can't fool me, man.
That's exactly what you miss
that bull's-eye.
Thank you.
This is the last ten minutes.
I've seen it four times.
This is my favorite part.
All right.
Morrison, city desk.
How can I help you?
This is Malak al Rahim.
Let me save you a little confusion,
Mr. Morrison.
Tonight you'll be receiving phone calls
from a number of people
claiming responsibility
for what I am about to do.
Malak al Rahim is supposed
to be in South Yemen.
- How do I know it's actually you?
- You'll know it was me.
I'm outside the Fox Cinema.
- Hi, Tommy.
- Hey, Nick.
What a wonderful surprise.
Bonnie owed me a favor.
Took the Denver run,
and I've got four days off.
You smell so good.
I'm getting stabbed in the back.
"The effect of changing..."
"...climatic conditions..."
"...on the nomadic tribes
of Maure-Tan-Ya."
Mauretania.
Listen, it was a lot more
painful reading it
than it was lying on it,
believe me.
Are you trying to tell
me you want to study?
I really should.
I don't think so.
I don't think so.
But there is a great
bottle of wine in the fridge.
Okay.
To Bonnie.
Where'd you get that?
It's not mine.
No.
It belonged to Jedidiah Larkin.
Wagon train scout,
mountain man, trailblazer.
Even tried his hand
at being a lawman.
And this was his only
constant companion.
He was the strong,
silent type - a loner.
He loved adventure,
danger, new frontiers.
- Did he ride a motorcycle?
- No, he didn't ride a motorcycle.
he got fed up with
what the rail roads and the bureaucrats
and everybody else
so he sold everything he owned
and he disappeared.
And nobody knows where he went.
He went to San Francisco.
He caught a freighter to South America
and... got lost in the arms
of the Amazon...
lady.
You are full of sh*t.
My grandfather used
to tell me stories.
then he would sit on the bed
and tell stories about the old west.
About his father, Joshua Randall.
About all the other Josh Randalls,
Jed Larkins.
Nicky, that sounds terrible.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Bacon? Sausages?
- Neither.
- You get both.
So do I.
Buttered toast?
- Yeah. Why not?
- All right. This is how I do it.
- This is a news break.
- It's nice, Nicky.
- A terrorist bombing rocked Los Angeles.
- I think so.
Here. Last night about 10:00...
Oh, my God, Nicky. Look at this.
at a Los Angeles movie theater
killing 138 people.
That's terrible.
Yeah. Have some coffee.
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