The Firing Line Page #2
- Year:
- 1988
- 90 min
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Mr. Hardin, you and the girl.
Who are you working for?
Up your ass!
(machine whining)
(Mark yelling)
(machine whining)
[Rebel] Laura!
(Laura gasping)
Let her rest!
- No, can't rest now.
I won't sleep for two days.
(panting)
I need some coffee.
(speaking foreign language)
[Woman] We thought
you had been killed,
along with Rodriguez.
Did they say, you
heard the news then?
It's been all over the radio,
since last night and today.
Coffee, Amiga.
Did they say how
Rodriguez was killed?
You did not see him get killed?
I didn't actually
see him get wounded.
Go down, I assumed
they weren't lying.
I know he was wounded.
I heard him screaming.
It's all over!
Years of struggle for nothing.
[Laura] It means nothing.
But how can you say...
It means nothing!
Rodriguez was a great man,
one man!
the course of this struggle.
He was only great in what
And this we learned.
It's starting all over again.
Then we start it all over again.
(somber music)
(keys jingling)
(key clanking)
(blows thudding)
(grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(cell door creaking)
(grunting)
(blow thudding)
(grunting)
(thudding)
(groaning)
(key clanking)
(blows thudding)
(grunting)
(humming)
(door banging)
Hey, wait a minute, you can't
barge in my room like that.
Come with us!
Why, I... Now!
I didn't do anything!
Sir.
Where's Hardin?
I don't know.
What's this all about?
You lyin' whore.
(speaking foreign language)
(Sandra whimpering)
For the last time,
where's Mark Hardin?
Look, I don't know,
I just met the guy.
I don't know what you want from me.
Puta!
(gun clicking)
to get rid of you mettle some fools.
Please.
I don't know anything.
(Weeping)
No! (Weeping)
- Lookin' for me, amigos?
(gunshots booming)
Come on, get up, get
up, come on, get up!
Move, come on, go, move, get up!
(dramatic music)
You got me into this goddamn
mess, dammit, get me out!
Hey, I just saved your butt!
And if you listen to me, I can
get you outta here alive.
Great, this is
just friggin' great.
(telephone ringing)
Hello.
What?
Mark has escaped
with Sandra Spencer?
Well, you see that they don't!
I don't care what it
takes to get them back.
Put up road blocks everywhere.
Checkpoints.
Shoot them if you have to.
Halt!
Get down and stay down.
(soldiers shouting)
(gunshots booming)
(dramatic music)
(engine groaning)
Sh*t!
What?
We're out of gas.
Oh, great!
Am I gonna walk home
from this date?
There's nothin' I
can do about it.
We're just gonna have
to do the best we can.
Oh, the hell we will.
Look... How dare you
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