Retroactive

Synopsis: Karen has to take a ride in Frank's car. He's travelling with his wife, on his way to sell computer chips, which he obtained illegally. He suspects his wife is being unfaithful and tragic things happen, following a discussion. Karen escapes, reaching a lab where a scientist has discovered how to go back in time, and she returns by accident some minutes before the violent events. Then she tries to make things better, but things tend to become worse, as time cycles keep being repeated.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Louis Morneau
Production: Cohiba Pictures
  6 wins & 4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.3
Rotten Tomatoes:
57%
R
Year:
1997
91 min
85 Views


"Super Collider:

U.S. Government|Accelerator Project, Texas"

Sorry, pal.

The exact time is 16:44...

and as you can plainly see...

the subject of retroactive experiment|number 12 is plainly deceased.

Since my first 11 attempts at|this experiment proved unsuccessful...

this will be|my last opportunity...

being as the idiots|at the Pentagon...

will be shutting this place down|completely come Monday morning.

This tape will provide proof|that I have been able...

to briefly|reverse the flow of time.

Whatever subject|passes through this machine...

will have total recollection|of all that has happened.

I, however, will have no memory|of these events.

The exact time is 16:44...

and as you can plainly see...

the subject of retroactive experiment|number 12 is plainly deceased.

Since my first 11 attempts at|this experiment proved unsuccessful...

this will be|my last opportunity...

being as the idiots|at the Pentagon...

will be shutting this place down|completely come Monday morning.

Now, this tape|will provide proof...

not only to my detractors|but also to myself.

- I did it.|- Because if I am right...

and I can briefly|reverse the flow of time...

I will have no memory|of these events.

I did it.

I did it!

Oh, my God.

Hey, man!|How're you doing, brother?

Look at them, man.|They like to pay for these, don't they?

- Nobody followed you here?|- I'll be back.

Whoa. My money, Frank.|Where's my money?

How the hell am I supposed to give you|money when I gotta go get it?

I've got no money on me.|That's why we're in this business.

- Have I ever screwed you over?|- Yeah, you have.

That was high school.|I was drunk. Leave me alone.

I need my money.

I'm gonna make you as rich as sh*t|four foot up a bull's ass.

Come on, man!|What are you doing to me?

Put the goddamn gun away.

- I need my money.|- I know!

- Thirty minutes.|- Thirty minutes and I'll be right back.

Take that thing away from me.|You're gonna hurt somebody with that.

Thirty minutes!

You have yourself|a little cup of coffee.

By the time you're done with it,|I'll be back with the cash.

The city of Chicago today|is in mourning...

in the wake of this weekend's|tragic hostage situation...

at the Federal Building.

Lead negotiator Karen Warren...

has officially resigned from her|position with the police department.

Stop! Hey!

Thanks a bunch, pal!

Not good.

What was that, honey?

My car. Looks like|I may need a little help.

What the hell|happened to that sign?

That's Rayanne. Don't mind her.|She's just shy.

Yeah. Looks like|you got a problem...

in this general area|right here.

Any particular type of problem,|you think?

I don't know.

I can take you up the road|a click to a buddy of mine.

He's got a tow truck|all his own.

Hell, come on.

Frank's the name.|Throw yourself in the rear.

I'll fix ya up.

- Isn't that right, Rayanne?|- Whatever you want.

Hi, I'm Karen. How far|do you suppose it is?

Oh, I don't know.|Let me think now.

I'd say five, ten miles.

Hell, who knows?|This is Texas, right?

- You from around these parts?|- Yeah, I used to be.

- Down by Galveston way.|- Is that right?

You sure do talk|like a city girl.

Polish these for me.

The funniest thing|happened to me today.

I was in the break room|getting a cup of coffee...

and there was this woman...|Kim.

She's some kind of secretary|or something.

And she says...|She goes like this.

She says, "Frank,|that's a good-looking belt buckle."

And I don't know.|This just popped into my head.

Don't ask me how.

I just said to her...|Guess what I said.

Guess what I say to her.

Somebody please just|guess what I said.

I don't know.|What'd you say?

I say, "lt'll look a lot|better pressed against your forehead."

That just popped into my head!

What's wrong? You don't wanna experience|my razor-sharp wit back there?

I guess I've just been away too long.|Missed that old Texas humor.

I know what'll cheer you up.|You like country music?

- No, not really.|- What?

I suppose it's one of the reasons|I left Texas in the first place.

It's made in America for Americans.|You're not un-American, are ya?

No, you might say dealing with|Americans is what I'm trained to do.

Don't tell me you're a cop.|Don't tell me that.

Close. Psychologist.

Shrink, huh? All right.

I got an assignment for you.

What's the name|of that book of yours?

If you really want|to know it...

It provides a framework|to work out...

what you might do if you|could go back and change your life.

Sounds like a bunch of bullshit|to me, if you don't mind me saying.

It's just|therapeutic role-playing.

Like me play Tarzan,|you Jane?

Sh*t! Where the hell|you suppose he popped up from?

Goddamn it!

Bullshit!

I already got three goddamn tickets.|My insurance is gonna go sky-high.

Whoa! Stay right where you are.

I didn't ask you|to get out of the car.

Officer,|just stretching my legs.

No crime in that.

I wanna see your license|and registration.

Yes, sir, but you gotta tell me|one thing first.

What in the hell|did I do wrong?

You were doing 78 miles an hour|in a 55-mile zone...

is what the hell|you were doing wrong.

Come on. Really?

I can assure you, Officer...

that that would be|highly unusual for me.

Because I am like this|with the law.

Just give me your license|and registration.

Yes, sir.

Goddamn b*tch|shrank my jeans.

Here you go, sir.

You wanna tell me who you got|travelling with you, Mr. Lloyd?

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