Blood Ties

Synopsis: New York, 1974. Fifty-year-old Chris (Clive Owen) has just been released on good behavior after several years in prison following a gangland murder. Reluctantly waiting for him outside the gates is his younger brother, Frank (Billy Crudup), a cop with a bright future. Chris and Frank have always been different, and their father, Leon (James Caan), who raised them alone, seems to favor Chris despite all his troubles. Yet blood ties are the ones that bind, and Frank, hoping that his brother has changed, is willing to give him a chance - he shares his home, finds him a job, and helps him reconnect with his children and his ex-wife, Monica (Marion Cotillard). But Chris' inevitable descent back into a life of crime proves to be the last in a long line of betrayals, and after his brother's latest transgressions, Frank banishes him from his life. But it's already too late, as the brothers' destiny is bound together, forever.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Guillaume Canet
Production: Roadside Attractions
Rotten Tomatoes:
127 min

So there's a n*gger,

a kike and a wop

and they get surrounded by

Indians. The chief walks to them.

He says, "Listen,

we're gonna kill you,

"we're gonna skin you,

we're gonna boil you.

"We're gonna make a

canoe out of you.

"But you get one final request."

So the chief walks

up to the n*gger,

and of course he orders

a bucket of chicken.

He eats it, he's killed.

They skin him, they boil him, and

they make a canoe out of him.

So the chief goes up to the

Jew, "What do you wish for?"

He says "I'll have a

knish and a bagel."

But he takes his time eating it.

Then they kill him, they

skin him, they boil him,

they make a canoe out of him.

And finally, the chief

walks up to the wop.

He says, "What do you want?"

The Italian says, "I want a fork."

The chief says, "What

do you want a fork for?

"You don't want something else?"

The Italian says,

"No, give me a fork!"

He says, "We don't have a fork!"

He says, "Find me a f***ing fork!"

So the chief goes out,

finds him a fork,

he brings it over, hands it to him.

He walks straight up to the chief.

He says, "Here's

your f***ing canoe!

"Ma, I'm coming!

"Here's your f***ing canoe!"

Get the f*** down!

Get the f*** down!

Will somebody shut off

that f***ing music?

Take it easy.

You seem a little confused.

Let me see if I could clear

things up for you a little bit.

This parking ticket

belongs to a van that's registered

to one of your garages.

It was found at the crime scene.

It was found two hours ago.

- One of my vans was stolen.

- Yeah?

Did you report it stolen?

I didn't have to. It was found

after a couple of days.

Oh, you didn't have to.

You found it.

You're a lucky guy.

I don't know how it got there.

The f***ing sh*t was stolen.

And are you aware of the fact

that that van and others like it

have been linked to a

series of robberies

over the past eight months all over

from Bay Ridge to Kings Point?

I don't know what

you're talking about.


- What's this? Is this your firearm?

- It's never been fired.

- Is it registered?

- It's eight years old.

Answer the question,

is it registered?

You're a funny man, you know that?

- Yeah, I got a sense of humor, sure.

- Yeah, I noticed.

Unregistered firearm,

take it downtown.

Listen, you got nothing

on me, all right?

I quit years ago.

So get off my back. Come on.

I'm working on cars

now, with my brothers.

I spent two f***ing

years in the joint.

You think... You think I'm

gonna give my family up again?

Go 'head, look. You

ain't gonna find sh*t.

All these... All these

weeks you're telling me...

All these weeks you're

telling me it's a guarantee.

There's no chance it could

be anywhere else but here.

- No, well...

- Yeah, and what do we find?

So, it wasn't here, I...

There's no point. He doesn't have

a permit for his gun. That's it!

- Uh...

- He's got no money on him, no nothing!

We've got a parking

ticket that connects him

- directly to the crime scene...

- Oh, give it up, Frank.

Give it up.

We blew our warrants,

we blew our arrests.

He goes away for six

months. That's it.

We got one other guy. You wanna

talk to him? He's down at the morgue.

You know that girl back there?

All right, now.

You're really out.

That's Frank.

How's Pop?

Uh, it depends on the day. They took him

off the ventilator though this morning.

- You wanna go see your kids?

- No. I wanna see Pop.

Pop, what are you doing up?

That's you, boy, that's you!

How you doing, Pop?

Get over here, you

big son of a gun.

Oh, buddy, oh, buddy.

I'm doing great.

I can go four rounds.

They just took out one lung.

I hope the geniuses

left the good one.

- I'm breathin' pretty good, huh?

- Yeah.

Hey, Frankie boy.

- Hey, Pop.

- Hey.

- You look good.

- Hi.

Yeah. You shouldn't

be up, so come on.

I know, I shouldn't.

Get in here, now.

Mother Teresa. Come on.

I'll tell ya what, they got

two, three nurses here,

and I'll bet ya, I can be as

good as I was, at least once.

Mmm, okay.

So, what are the doctors saying?

The doctors say, they say, uh...

They say, "You got insurance?"

And they say, "Wait

until you get better."

I'll be out soon.

Yeah, I don't know why I ask you.

I'm gonna go ask them myself, okay?

Yeah, sure.

- I'm gonna let you two talk.

- Love you, pal.

You're not too

talkative, huh, buddy.

I mean it's all right.

It's all right. I mean...

The good thing is you're out.

I'm just on leave,

Pop. It's a furlough.

I don't get a job, they keep me in.


It's a long time you was gone.

Frank, been a long time.

Kids are on the couch.

Kids, this is your father.

Come on, get up.

Hey, what're you doing? It's me.

I'm your father.

Come here, give me a kiss.

We can take it back.

No, it's okay. Thanks.


Mom, can I go play these?

Of course, sweetie. Go ahead.

So, I, uh, I hear

you been left back?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? You gotta buckle down.


"Yeah, yeah."

It's not enough to say

"yeah" all the time.

He goes out every night.

You listen to your mother.

You screw up in school, that's

how you stay in the sewer.

Frank! Come on, join.

- No.

- Come on!

I taught him everything he knows.

Let me ask you something, Frank.

How close could you be with this

guy I've known you for 12 years.

You never mentioned him to me once.

Not once.

Well, we... We, uh,

we had some problems.

But that's behind us.

I just wanna try to help.

You've always been

good to me, Frank.

You know I trust you.

It's just, um, I don't

want any trouble here.

I understand that.

It would really help me out.

Can you help me?

I might, yes.

I still need to ask Fabio.

He is the one who runs the

joint here, you know.

That's who calls the shots.

- I'll talk to him.

- Okay, thanks.

Clean this spill here.

When you are done, go and

clean the bathroom. Okay?

I'm gonna try to, uh, find

you a better mattress, too.

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

All right, well, you know,

make yourself at home, dude.

Oh, the toilet's broken

so, if you wanna flush it,

you gotta jiggle the, the bar

and if that, that doesn't work,

- you gotta lift the ball inside.

- Yeah, no problem.

But I'm serious about this

because the whole thing will...

- Will flood if you don't...

- All right.

I got it. It's good.

You want a beer?

Here, an ashtray.

You know those guys?


So, uh, how was first

day at the lot?

It was okay.

It's a start though, right?

I'm sure something... Something

better's gonna come up.

- These guys don't look familiar to you?

- Frank, do me a favor.


Jesus Christ, you scared me, man.

What do you say, Chris!

What are you doing, man?

- Whoa!

- Hey.

It's about f***ing time, man.

- How you're doing?

- Look at you, man!

Oh, man. I'm doing all right now.

What about Big Sal?

Oh, man! You won't be seeing

him around here no more.

He bought a bar, over in Manhattan.

He's doing all right.

I hear he plays poker

with the DA these days.

Can you imagine? That scumbag.

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Guillaume Canet

Guillaume Canet (born 10 April 1973) is a French actor, film director and screenwriter, and show jumper. Canet began his career in theatre and television before moving to film. He starred in several films like Joyeux Noël, Love Me If You Dare and The Beach. In 2006, he turned to writing and directing with Tell No One and won a César Award for Best Director. more…

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