Don't Say a Word

Synopsis: A group of thieves steal a rare gem, but in the process, two of the men double cross the leader of the thieving group, Patrick, and take off with the precious stone. Ten years later, prominent psychiatrist Nathan Conrad is invited to examine a disturbed young woman named Elisabeth. Patrick immediately kidnaps Nathan's daughter, forcing Nathan to attempt to get Elisabeth to reveal a secret number which will ultimately lead Patrick to the whereabouts of the precious gem that has eluded him.
Director(s): Gary Fleder
Production: 20th Century Fox
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.3
Metacritic:
38
Rotten Tomatoes:
24%
R
Year:
2001
113 min
$54,218,420
Website
757 Views


Leon put 'em on the same squad. | Don't get me wrong. I Iove the 49ers.

Montana and Rice? | They're HaII of Fame Iocks, baby.

But do they cover the spread?

HeII, no. Not Iike the Giants.

Let me teII you something. | You can give me Simms and Bavaro,

Meggett and LT, any damn day.

Those guys are your meat and potatoes. | They cover, baby.

And don't even bring up Miami. | Don't bring 'em up. There's nothin' in Miami.

Miami only has Marino with the | golden arm and some fat cheerleaders.

They have no running game. It's Iike | two virgins. Can't find the damn hole.

That's why they get blitzed | aII the damn time. Understand?

I can't believe you guys.

I mean, yeah, they put up a ton of points, | but they only cover every other week.

Take the over, then bet | the f***in' farm, you understand?

The pigs, the barn, the Iittle chickens and | that raggedy-ass tractor. Bet aII of that.

- DaIIas, America's team? My sweet black ass. | - Come on.

Tried the bookie-f***in' routine, right?

Everybody and their wrinkled | grandmother wanna bet the Cowboys.

Therefore, they gotta win by two touchdowns | just to cover. What are the odds on that?

So do me a favour. Take the points and run.

Come on, guys.

Unless you are a moron, retarded Saints fan,

therefore you deserve | to get cornholed on the 50-yard Iine.

- America's sport, baby. FootbaII. | - I hate footbaII.

You're talkin' about my sport. | I can do any bet.

One minute, feIIas.

It's showtime.

OK. Let's do it.

It's a nasty habit.

Go.

Everybody down on the ground.

- Hands above your heads. | - Move.

You want me to use this thing? | What are you Iookin' at?

- How Iong? | - Two minutes.

I see you, baby. | Get your ass out here.

Bingo.

- 1798. | - That was a bad year.

It's 90 seconds.

Got it.

Upstairs.

- What is that? | - Nothing. It's estate junk.

One minute.

- It's not here. | - It's there.

AII right, 45.

My God.

30 seconds.

OK. Come on.

Break out the diamond. | Let's see that $10 miIIion red beauty.

F***in' right.

The Surgeon General was right. | Cigarettes can kiII.

No. Go back.

- Is there a problem? | - F***ing go back!

The psychodynamics ofcompulsive stealing | are well established.

An act committed to relieve | a pre-existing state of guilt,

an attempt to harm an imagined enemy,

or a form of revenge against those who have | deprived the person of something significant,

or somehow inflicted a narcissistic injury.

But stealing panties | from the girls' Iocker room...

There's nothing in there.

I've never really been | a big fan of Freud's anyway.

I don't know if I should say this. | I'm a professional.

I won't say anything.

You promise to keep your word?

OK. WeII, you know, that thing | that you were doing with the panties?

Everybody does it. | Your best friends do it.

The mailman does it. | Even the headmaster. They aII whack off.

If anybody teIIs you they don't, they're Iying.

My mom says I'm oversexed.

- Hi, Daddy. | - Excuse me. Who am I speaking to?

- This is me. | - No, my Jessie is eight years old.

The girl I am talking to is at Ieast 11.

Can I speak to your mother, please?

- Don't forget the turkey. | - Why not have 'em deliver it?

It's Thanksgiving eve, Nathan. | Might as weII get it to fly here.

OK. Fairway, right? | What's the cross street? 74th?

The man's a steel trap.

- I will be there in ten minutes. | - AII right. Bye.

Go away.

Come on.

Sh*t.

Louis, this better be a real emergency.

My hero. Look.

She's not one of your Dalton trust fund | waifs, but I think she needs your help.

I don't know, Louis. I don't talk to you for | days, and the night before Thanksgiving...

- Jesus Christ. | - Lucky guy. He's stiII alive.

She took a razor to an orderly in Rockland.

- 111 stitches to close him up. | - What was the trigger?

Good question. | Been in institutions for ten years.

Yeah, I see that. Selective mutism, | obsessive-compulsive behaviour...

- Post-traumatic symptoms... | - 20 different hospitals and 20 diagnoses.

An IQ off the charts. Saw her father | kiIIed by a subway when she was eight.

- Dr Sachs? | - What?

The girl who was biting the heads | off pigeons has a med student in a headlock.

CaII security. Make sure | the student documents the attack.

Louis, I don't know | what the heII you want from me.

- Look, I got a family at home, waiting. | - Nathan, spend 15 minutes with her.

She's an 18-year-old girI | who never hurt a fly until Iast week.

You and I are between her | and a Iifetime on Thorazine. Or worse.

What do you mean, "you and I"? | She's your patient. Your case.

You're a big a**hole for making me say this.

You're better at this stuff than I am.

Everybody knows | Nathan Conrad's touch with the teens.

EIisabeth Burrows is the kind of case you and | I Iived for before you went uptown on me.

Just kidding. I didn't mean it that way.

- She needs you. | - AII right.

But why the emergency? Why tonight?

If we don't make progress by Monday,

they're gonna ship her to Creedmore | and chain her to a bed for the rest of her Iife.

That's why she needs you now. Five minutes.

- Arnie, Frankie, good evening. | - Dr Conrad. SIumming tonight?

- Afraid so. | - You guys up for a cavity search?

I'II pass, but you know Dr Sachs. | He's always ready for one.

Mind the gate.

What's the new cocktail?

Haldol, Droperidol and Ativan.

- And she's awake? | - Yes, my friend.

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