Dick Tracy

Synopsis: All Tess Trueheart wants is to settle down to a quiet life with her boyfriend, detective Dick Tracy. But there's something pretty rotten going on in town, with someone pretty rotten behind it, and Tracy has his hands full with the likes of villain Big Boy Caprice and with the almost irresistible Breathless Mahoney.
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Director(s): Warren Beatty
Production: Buena Vista Pictures
  Won 3 Oscars. Another 6 wins & 36 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
65%
PG
Year:
1990
105 min
764 Views


Gangland enforcers broke the arms of|an elderly news dealer this afternoon...

when he refused to share|his week's receipts with them.

Stacks of newspapers|were tossed in the gutter...

as the thugs wrecked the business|and made their getaway.

Lunchtime crowds were paralysed|by the suddenness of the crime.

Not a hand was raised in protest!

Organized crime is their name.

What appeared to be organized hoods|shattered the kneecaps...

of the beloved operator|of a shoeshine parlour today...

as horrified customers looked on.

The bootblack would not|give up his receipts...

and paid dearly for his failure|to surrender to gang demands.

A mother of four, unable to pay|a gambling debt, lies dead tonight.

Gangland thugs left her|to expire in a pool of blood...

as they helped themselves|to the contents of a cash register...

inside the luncheonette.

I was talkin' to them,|at the station house, you know, and|it was the darnedest thing I ever saw.

Oh, yeah? Wow.

Five, no help.|King, no help.

- Aces and eights.|- Twenty.

- Ohh.|- Okay, I'm callin'.

Deuce, still possible.|Six, no help.

Got a pair of aces,|a pair of eights.

Okay, the ace bets.

- Hey, Little Face.|- What's the trouble?

Come on, let's go.|Ace bets five.

- I call.|- Six.|- See ya.

What's that?

Cat.

Ohh. A little kitty.

Hi, little fella.

Let's go.|Ace bets five.

- I'm callin'.|- I'm in.

Six, and a possible straight.

Queen, eight,|pair of eights.

Uh, nine, no help.

- Jack, no help.|- King, no help.

Well, Little Face?

See what you can find.|I wanna leave a little message here.

Calling Dick Tracy!|Calling Dick Tracy!

- Come in, Pat. This is Tracy.|- What is that?

We got five dead men at the 7th Street|Garage, and nobody knows who they are.

You'd better get over here|right away.

I'm on my way.

I'll be back.|I wanna know how it comes out.

- Excu-- Oh, excuse me.|- Ow!|- Sorry.

- Hello, boys.|- Tracy!|- Here, Chief.

- Tracy, are we glad to see you.|- Tracy, whoever they are,|they're all dead.

Five dead men, Tracy,|and we don't even know who they are.

Whoever did it|took their identification,|but they didn't take a dime.

Big Boy Caprice.

- Everything all right, Tracy?|- Fine, fine.

Just a little trouble downtown.

Tracy, they're sayin' that|Big Boy's got the city out of control.

- Is that right?|- And what about this rumour they're|movin' you up to chief of police?

We've already got an excellent|chief of police, Bert. Why don't you|shave off that silly mustache?

- How about runnin' for mayor, Tracy?|- I'm a cop, Charlie.|I don't wanna take a demotion.

- Hey, Tracy--|- Hey, McNally,|I want a copy of that shot.

- They're sayin' Big Boy's|got the city out of control.|- Still can't get anything on him, huh?

Don't let 'em get to you, Tracy.|You'll get Big Boy.

Big Boy's on the street,|and they wanna stick me behind a desk?

They believe in you, Tracy.|They think if you're Chief of Police,|this city'll be safe.

Tess, there's about as much chance of me|gettin' behind a desk as there is of me|gettin' a new girlfriend.

Sooner or later|you're gonna decide

Sooner or later|there's nowhere to hide

Baby, it's time|So why waste it in chatter

Let's settle

The matter

Baby, you're mine on a platter

I always get my man

I'm gonna love you|like nothin' you've known

I'm gonna love you|and you all alone

Sooner is better than later

But, lover

I'll hover

I'll plan

This time|I'm not only getting

I'm holding my

Man

Bad news on the garage, Lips.

They bumped 'em all off.|Our men are getting very nervous.

- Champagne, Miss Mahoney?|- Breathless...

that was beautiful, as always.

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