Catchfire

Synopsis: An artist (Foster) witnesses a Mafia hit and calls the police. At the police station she realizes that the Mafia has a man in the force, so she runs. Trailed by the police, who need her testimony, and a hitman (Hopper) hired by the Mafia, she goes to Mexico, where eventually she meets the hitman, who has become infatuated after studying her art and life to prepare for the hit.

Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime

Director(s): Dennis Hopper

Actors: Dennis Hopper, Jodie Foster, Dean Stockwell, Vincent Price

Production: Vestron Video


IMDB:: 5.4
Rotten Tomatoes:: 50%

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: R
Year:: 1990
: 116 min
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1
( Slow music playing )
Woman:
Margaret,
you're my best friend.
You decide. I'll trust you.
Woman 2:
But, Anne,
this opening is major.
It'll establish you
as an important artist.
Anne:
Yeah, sure.
Anne, come on, help me.
I hate when you ignore me.
Just choose. Choose one.
You've got to pick the picture that
you like for the announcement.
There's that space again.
Why don't you check the pause statement
in between the segments, okay?
Okay, I'll go through it again.
( Computers beeping )
Do you know what, Anne?
You gotta pick one now.
- Yeah, okay, that one.
- I don't know, I kind of like this one better.
It shows that girlish
vulnerability of yours.
I can't be doing this right now.
I've got a million things to do.
You've got to pick. Anne?
Pick, please.
But you picked the announcement.
Where are you going?
You're driving me crazy.
I need some input here.
Hey, call me! This is going
to the printers tomorrow.
( Slow music playing )
- ( tire explodes )
- ( horns honk )
( tires squeal )
- ( hubcap rattling )
- ( horns honking )
( tires squeal )
- ( horn honking melodically )
- Man:
Hey, you want a ride?
- Lady, you want a ride?
- It's okay. You get in with us!
( Continues, indistinct )
Both:
Hey, mama, come on! Yeah!
( Men laughing )
( tires squealing ) - (
horn honks melodically )
Man:
I'm gonna tell you what
your fuckin' problem is, okay?
- Hey, f*ck you, Carelli.
- You motherfucker!
That's how you talk to me?
You turn your back on me?
"F*ck Carelli"?!
- Don't turn your fucking back!
- Hey, come on!
- You hear me? Huh? Huh?
- What the f*ck you think you're doing?
Oh, f*ck! Anthony!
- Yeah, yeah, you call Anthony.
- What the f*ck?!
- Nobody's gonna help you now.
- Don't do nothing stupid, Anthony.
My fucking face!
- No!
- ( knife slashing )
( gagging )
( growling, spitting )
- ( man crying, wailing ) -
Carelli:
Good-bye, Anthony.
Yeah, Greek, waste him!
( Both firing )
I tell you that would happen?
Quick! Hey!
Get her! What the f*ck is that?
Get her!
( Firing )
( bullet zinging )
- ( bullet zinging )
- Carelli:
Get her!
( Gun firing )
Carelli:
Go!
- F*ck... you!
- ( horn honking )
( fence rattling )
( semi honking )
( car honking )
That must be her car! Come on.
Pauling, Justice Department.
You Justice boys move fast
in your private planes.
Oh. I'm Walker.
Where's my witness?
Get this.
She doesn't even know
who this is.
Jesus Christ.
Leo Carelli.
Don't let her leave
without telling me.
Bob? Bob?
It's me again. Pick up.
Walker:
oil refinery
picking up blood samples.
Any idea who the victim was?
From her description, it could
be Avras, could be Rianetti.
Eh, it doesn't matter anyway.
This is pure gold.
Anne? Hi, babe.
Pauling:
Gotta find a
safe place for her.
- Walker:
Wait a minute...
- You okay?
- Let's just get out of here.
- ( meowing )
Hey, Frida, come on.
Ain't you hungry, baby?
Come on, kitty. I'll feed you.
- ( Cat meows )
- ( sighs )
( meowing )
( beeps )
There you go, Frida.
There you go, kitty.
Look, why don't you
get some sleep?
I'll bring you some dinner
later on, okay?
Anne?
Mmm.
Should I pop this
in the microwave?
Oh, why don't you give me
a couple minutes, okay?
I don't know that I really feel
like pizza right now.
Okay.
What time is it?
It's past 11:
00.
You've been asleep
for a long time.
Bob, do me a favor.
When you finish with that,
would you take it downstairs to the
kitchen and throw it out in the trash?
I only wanted a bite.
I ate earlier.
We'll go skiing this weekend.
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