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
Production: Vestron Video
 
IMDB:
5.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
50%
R
Year:
1990
116 min
157 Views


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 f***in' problem is, okay?

- Hey, f*** you, Carelli.

- You motherf***er!

That's how you talk to me?

You turn your back on me?

"F*** Carelli"?!

- Don't turn your f***ing back!

- Hey, come on!

- You hear me? Huh? Huh?

- What the f*** you think you're doing?

Oh, f***! Anthony!

- Yeah, yeah, you call Anthony.

- What the f***?!

- Nobody's gonna help you now.

- Don't do nothing stupid, Anthony.

My f***ing 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*** is that?

Get her!

( Firing )

( bullet zinging )

- ( bullet zinging )

- Carelli:
Get her!

( Gun firing )

Carelli:
Go!

- F***... 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.

It'll take your mind off it.

( Distant dog barking )

Ahhh!

You're late.

Oh, I'm sick about my car.

I had a dead battery.

I don't even want to go into it.

I had to call AAA.

It's... anyway,

did the cops show?

Nope.

You're sure... I mean,

you're absolutely sure

that they didn't show?

A monkey in silks is still a monkey.

You deaf?

I said no cops.

Would I f***in' lie to you?

You don't have to curse

all the time, huh?

I understand.

She's up there.

Where?

Where up there?

Right there, top window.

- Come on. Come on.

- You ready?

( Cat meows )

Come here, Frida.

Come on, Frida.

Oh.

( Growling )

( doorknob rattling )

- ( floorboards creak )

- ( cat growls )

- ( cat growls )

- Oh, sh*t.

- I thought that was behind us or something.

- Shh!

I almost had a heart attack.

( Guns firing )

( tires squealing )

Wrong house?

( Car doors slamming )

- No.

( Indistinct police radio )

Oh, sh*t,

the cops are out there.

( Doorknob rattling )

Pauling:
I'm afraid, Miss Benton,

you don't have a choice.

Your only option is the Federal

Protection Witness Program.

For how long?

Well, that's up to

Carelli's lawyers.

If they're smart...

And they are smart...

They could hold us up

for months.

How many months?

Aw, six, eight, plus appeals.

Then when it's over, we'll

get you in the FBI program

for witnesses against the mob.

We'll relocate you.

You'll start a whole new life

with a new name and everything.

I don't want a new name.

Look, you'll have the best.

( Sighs )

Best of what?

This is bullshit.

( Sighs )

Call her a hostile witness.

Get an order

for protective custody.

I hate to do that.

It's a lot of trouble.

Yeah, but it's better

than her being dead.

Where's the bathroom?

( Sighs )

( toilet flushes )

I'll buy that wig and your

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