Blown Away

Synopsis: Jimmy Dove works for the bomb squad in Boston and he is always the one who is on the tough jobs. One day he decides to quit the force and to become a teacher for the rookies of the squad. A few days later his former partner is killed by a bomb and Jimmy becomes suspicious that maybe this bomb could have been built by a former friend of himself. He begins to investigate and finds out that his worst nightmare has returned from his past.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Stephen Hopkins
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
121 min

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- C-4.

- Right.

How's solitary, Kevin?

- Quiet!

Ya didn't touch yourself

in there, did ya?

Why do ya think I'm havin'

such a hard time seein'?

Get moving!

Go screw yourself.

Get in there!

Gaerity, here's your playmate back.

Good night, girls.

Kiss my ass.

Sorry I got thrown in the hole.

No matter.

You like to fight.

It's your nature.

Thanks for waiting.

Couldn't do it without you.

Ya bastard.

Ya know we're gonna make it...

don't you?

How can you be so sure?

I've seen it.


I'll wake you when I'm ready.


Unfortunately, you bastard...

I saw you staying here.

No, you f***in' don't!

Get down!

Lizzy? Lizzy!

Come here.

I wished for Jimmy Dove

to be my dad.

You're supposed to keep wishes

to yourself.

- Birthday girl!

- Jimmy!

Ooh! Look at you!

- You've got a new party dress, huh?

- Hey there, Boomer.

- You look gorgeous.

- I know.

My mom bought me this dress

at the mall. It was $18.

$18? Not bad.

- Now, what's this? What's this?

- What's this? What is this thing?

Hey, get it.

Pull it out of there. Pull it!


- A piano! Cool!

- You turn it on here.

Thank you.

If your mom doesn't give you lessons

on that thing, I will.

- Look, Megan. Look what Jimmy got me.

- At your place, maybe.

- You look gorgeous too.

- Thank you.


- Here it is.

- You're such a show-off.

Oh! I like that.

I like that.

I'm getting close now.

I can feel it.

Ah, yeah! Did I win?


- Boston Bomb Disposal.

- Yeah, Rita. Dove.

Sorry to bug you on your day off.

We got one.

- Yeah. Where?

- M.I.T. The computer lab.

- All right, I'll be over.

- Thanks.

- Thank you. Yeah.

- Bye.

- What was that all about?

- It's probably nothing.

- Don't worry about it.

Tell Lizzy I'll make it up to her, okay?

Don't worry about it.

I'll save you some cake.

- Have fun, okay?

- Got to.

Boomer, you stay here.

F***! Bombs and butts

are a bad combo, 'Bama.

All the way over

into the parking lot.

Hey, J.D.!

Sorry to call you

on your day off, partner.

How can I help you bums?

Dog sniffed out C-4,

about a half a pound of the sh*t.

Buried inside a computer.

There's a girl hooked up to the thing.

- Second floor, center.

- Her hacker boyfriend got jealous.

He rigged it so she's got to keep

typing. She quits, the building goes.

One more thing.

Before the boy blew his brains out...

he hooked up a counter

to the thing.

The hard drive gets full and...

- Who's in there with her?

- Cortez, and his little pal Manfred.

Can I bum a smoke?

Let's do her.

Captain, Manfred is all set to go.

Come on, Manfred.

Don't let me down, boy.

We're almost there, Nancy.

Hang on.

Come on, baby.


Okay, Nancy. We're gonna have you

out of here pretty soon.

Don't look over there.

Look at me.

J.D., check it out.

Captain's a damn genius.

You like lemonade, Nancy?

A wicked, mad genius.

All right, Mary,

we're almost ready to go.

It's Nancy!


Okay, Cortez...

activate the B-board and get your Cuban

ass and Mary the hell out of there.

Come on, Manfred. Let's go.

Get ready.


Looks like this thing

might pay for itself yet.

- Get back to the keyboard!

- What is wrong now, you pile of sh*t?

Nancy, relax.


- Where is she?

- In there.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm Dove.

James Dove.

Cortez, get Manfred out of here.

- Buy him a drink. He could use one.

- Hang on, hang on.

Nancy, what am I doing here?

This was my day off.

They called me in, I come.

But do you think they listen to me?

Forget about Manfred.

Get yourself a drink.

Make it a double.

Hmm. The disk drive sounds funny.

Something's slowin' it down.

I could've told you that.

What are we gonna do?

Gotta get between your legs, Nancy.

Liam, help me.

How much time we got?

How many bytes?

Bytes. How many?


I don't want to die.

Nance, don't give up on me.

You're doin' great.

There it is.

This is gonna be a piece of cake.

What was that?

Tell me something.

You like red wine or white wine?

I don't give a sh*t!

Just do something!

Red. Me too.

- She loves me.

- Hurry! Now!

She loves me...

Fond of suicide, J.D.?

Could you maybe dispose

of the device, huh, guys?

- Go do your job.

- Yeah, yeah.

Great work, Jimmy.

Dumb, but great work.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the building is still not safe.

Ryan! Don't!

Come on, now.

Pump, ya bastard!

Pump! Pump! Pump!

- Who needs the damn bubbles anyhow?

- Hey, Max.

- Hey, Jimmy!

- Thanks for the beer.

Come by for a dip, did ya?

- Not with no bubbles.

- Screw it! Screw the damn bubbles!

All I need anyhow is some hot water

to soak my weary bones.

Believe me, they're weary.

Heard you had yourself a doozy

down at Cambridge today.


You should've taken my advice

and stayed on as a beat cop like I did.

A lot easier dodging bullets

than bombs.

When did you know

it was time to get out?

How'd I know it was time to get out?

I think I knew it was time...

as soon as I started asking myself

if I thought it was time.

You've been asking yourself

that question a lot, have ya?

It's time, friend.

You've done your penance.


Then why don't I feel absolved?

Don't know, Jimmy.

How come, huh?

Come on. No bubbles,

but the hot water'll do you good.

Hey, fella, drinks.

Come on.

- That's for you, my darlin'.

- Thank you.

That's for you, my dear.

Put it on my tab, Francis.

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