Adopting Terror

Synopsis: Tim and Cheryl Broadbent are excited to finally adopt Mona, a beautiful baby girl. But when the baby's biological father starts stalking them, their world turns upside down: through intimidation, manipulation, and violence, he is determined to take his daughter back.

Genre: Drama, Mystery, Thriller

Director(s): Micho Rutare

Actors: Sean Astin, Samaire Armstrong, Monet Mazur, Brendan Fehr

Production: The Asylum


IMDB:: 4.8

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: TV-PG
Year:: 2012
: 89 min
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BULGARIAN BORDER, 10 SEPT. 1918
Relax!
Coffee's on the way.
It's nothing!
Stay put Ferrandire.
It's just the 9 o'clock mail.
Sleep, sleep!
Who ordered that flare?
Something moved sir.
Just a rat.
I could've wiped you
and your slackers out.
My boys never sniffle, cough'
or get snagged on the wire.
Warn us next time'
or you may get shot like rabbits.
20 minutes to get up before
the moon clears the ridge.
You mucked up the ravine
with your patrols again.
I've got to use the left gully now.
Going up Socrates?
I sent a runner over
to Hill 915 yesterday.
He never arrived.
If you spot the body, let me know.
Send up
as many flares as usual tonight.
If any man fires a shot
too many, he answers to me!
You making that racket?
Malaria, sir. It'll pass.
Stay here.
Stay here!
That's rotten!
De Scve...
Where's Conan?
Went up 20 minutes ago.
He forgot me!
He likes you. He didn't want
to turn you down.
- I look dumb.
- You look dumb.
Did the mess get any mutton in?
My men got dysentery
from that frozen Aussie rabbit.
What's Conan up to?
Takes time to get up there, sir.
The Senegalese moan
they eat too much mutton.
And us, nothing since Christmas!
The niggers have it better than us!
Where are the prisoners?
You'll pay for this!
C'mon, you bastards!
What? We're going back?
You took a while, but bravo!
Yeah, congratulate 'em...
The buzzards!
I'd like to re-arrange a few mugs!
Fuckin, bastards!
We forgot to take prisoners!
Aren't those two there Bulgars?
Sure. We went back for 'em.
He'll chew me out!
You lucky. War over.
Drink this.
I don't get you, but I can guess...
Shut up!
Here, Rouzic... It's his loss.
A bit late for guinine, Mahut!
We got our wires crossed.
Watch how you clods hold him!
Keep his head up!
Easy, son! We'll take care of you.
I'll see to it.
Carry him like the Holy Grail.
How do you say "disinfectant"?
Really, it's the same?
And "antiseptic"?
Rouzic can bring your mail.
Thanks, sir.
Don't thank me. Mail doesn't
automatically mean good news.
Why, only last week
I got dumped by a fiancee.
Only got six left now!
Here's to you, old man!
I can't use him now.
He'll be soldiering in a month.
So?
My job's not fighting'
it's butchery.
A bum shoulder and you're out.
You go to staff college?
No loss. A lot of shirkers
who bust your chops!
If our hours don't suit you'
gentlemen, please let us know.
We'll be honored
to conform to yours.
Sir, I...
My fault, sir.
I was visiting my wounded.
But our young friend wasn't.
I took him along.
He's good with words.
I get into a muddle.
You don't do so badly.
Well, sit down.
Your wounded...?
OK, but Perrin's got to transfer.
Good soldier?
Try him. First-rate.
Major?
Work it out between you.
Don't let it get cold.
Ageing potatoes'
like bashful virgins'
need to be warmed up
for consumption.
Sorry, sir, but the hospital visit
upset our stomachs.
Smell of ether, likely.
Sure, he knows I'm riding him'
but I won't pretend their glop
tastes like chocolate.
We're getting eggs.
When they grow wings.
That's just like you, sir!
Watch the wire.
It either rings or it explodes.
No scream.
It's rabbit stew tonight!
And a scream?
Depends... Boche or Bulgar.
I've got the runs, sir!
Try some Pernod.
Ass down, Rabier!
Come eat now, sir'
before it's overcooked.
Be right in. We have a guest.
Hey, boys, this is Lt. Norbert!
I added stuffing: Olives and onions'
breadcrumbs and bacon.
Some wine! Don't speak Breton
with our friend here.
Rouzic...
If they were all like him'
we'd still be living in caves.
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