Liberty Stands Still

Synopsis: A gunman ties up an actor and locks him in his dressing room just before a performance. He also puts a bomb with a 90-minute timer next to the actor. Then, he goes to a room above an LA plaza and draws a bead on the actor's lover, international arms dealer, Liberty Wallace. Calling himself "Joe," he calls her cell phone, demonstrates that a rifle is pointed at her, and tells her to cuff herself to a hot-dog cart nearby (the cuffs are there). Over the next 90 minutes, the story unfolds: as a result of his daughter's death, he wants a public debate on the Second Amendment. As Liberty begins to bond with Joe on the phone, he gets some truths from her - and his revenge.
Director(s): Kari Skogland
Production: Lions Gate Films
 
IMDB:
5.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
20%
R
Year:
2002
96 min
154 Views


Man:
| How do you do that?

Hey, Daddy, look at me!

I'm not wearing any underwear.

Are you going | to be able to concentrate?

Not if you aren't here.

(laughs) | I'm on my way.

We hit some weather | in Washington,

so I just got off the plane.

I don't think | I'll make curtain,

but I won't miss | your entrance.

Have I ever missed? | (laughs)

What's wrong?

Today is the last show.

Aw. Are you sad for us | or for the show?

For us.

Oh, I'm touched.

(phone beeps)

Hold on.

Hang on, Victor.

Hey, what's up? | Client doesn't like London now.

Is Paris set up? | Yeah.

I just have to talk to Brian. | Already did, he's fine with it.

Looking forward to seeing us | in New York for a champagne toast.

I said, | "Friday would be okay?"

Sounds fine. | I'll call you later, okay?

(phone beeps) | Russell?

Sorry, baby. | Russell: That your husband?

Uh. Huh. | Now where were we?

Oh yeah, my underwear.

Look, I didn't want to tell you | this over the phone, but...

I've fallen | in love with you.

(phone beeps)

Sh*t, hold on.

What is it, Victor?

I am counting on you | for dinner, you know.

Why?

Victor:
| What do you mean, why?

George is dawdling | on this thing.

He desires you and I think he can | close it tonight, that's why.

You know, I don't think | I can make it.

But I'll try | to make dessert, okay?

Don't wait for me.

George?

Thanks for holding. | Listen, 9:00 might be better

if it's not too late. | Good.

(phone beeps)

Russell? | Yes.

We had a deal, remember?

So you're just going | to have to deal

with me pining and moaning over | what we might've had together.

You didn't hang up.

Woman:
Not yet.

So what does that mean?

I can't do this.

If you're going to bail, | you'd best do it now.

(phone beeps)

Sweet.

But you didn't | scare her away.

Sounded too much | like you meant it.

I did.

Man:
10 minutes | till curtain every one.

Here we go, folks. | Last night.

Well, then I feel | like Cupid.

Please, don't hurt her | if that's what this is about.

Do you believe in God?

Russell:
| Yes, I do.

Life's a walking shadow,

a poor player, that struts

and frets his hour | upon the stage

then is heard no more.

It's a tale told | by an idiot

full of sound and fury

signifying...

nothing.

If you move or speak, | this blows.

It's very sensitive.

For the next few moments

you're going to be closer | to your God

than you've ever been.

Don't waste it.

Man:
Early curtain | tonight, every one.

Let's get going. | (sighs)

(whispering) | Help.

(whistling)

What, motherf***er?

Jeez, | say something, fool.

Man:
Hey, Dwayne, | how's the salmonella business?

Dwayne:
| Hey, Papa Chulo.

I got kosher, man. | I got turkey,

100%beef, you know, | and all that good stuff.

What, no vegetarian? | I got vegan, best on the market.

Can't tell | the difference.

Forget it. | Me, I'm going to go all the way.

100%beef. | And lips.

It's true. What do you think | they do with the lips, man?

Anus and spleen | and all that stuff.

It's all 100%cow.

Very funny.

I'll see you | next week.

Give my regards | to your boss.

(Dwayne chuckles)

Man:
| Russell?

Has any one seen Russell?

Woman:
Did you lose | my little darling again?

He told me he'd be back by now. | Have you seen him?

In the carnal sense?

No, not yet.

Hey, find the ice queen | rich b*tch and you'll find him.

Russell. | Help.

(jiggles knob) | Russell?

Please don't do this | to me again.

Russell you will personally | be responsible for my heart attack.

Five minutes, every one.

(breathing heavily)

She's still not | in her seat?

He left a message on my cell | 10 minutes ago

saying he would be here | 10 minutes ago.

Sh*t. Okay, | five more minutes, every one.

Should I be getting dressed? | F*** off.

Okay.

I'll get dressed anyway,

just in case.

(beeping)

So you want to spot me | another gram?

It's the weekend. | Can't do that, Mel.

I got a big day, bro'.

Look, I'm going to tell you | something, man.

My boss is a mean | son of a b*tch, all right?

I got kids, you know?

A hundred. I'll give you | the rest Monday... end of day.

Don't be waving that sh*t | around here, man.

Jesus.

Hey. | I swear.

You the man, Dwayne. | Whatever.

Hello, Dwayne.

Hey!

Has it been a week already? | Yeah.

Last performance tonight. | We're having a big party.

Yeah?

Well, they got some big numbers | coming in from New York next.

Oh, yeah. | Yeah.

Big deal.

(snorting)

Oh.

Wow.

You take care | of yourself, huh?

Got a good thing going on, | you and me, huh?

(cell phone rings)

Liberty Wallace.

Man:
Nice to meet you, | Liberty Wallace.

My name's Joe. | What could I do for you, Joe?

Stand still.

Excuse me?

I'll need you | to pay attention.

Look, I'm late for a play. | Who is this?

Joe:
You mean you're late | for your weekly f***?

A**hole.

(phone beeps, rings)

(cell phone ringing)

Look, a**hole, whoever you are, | if you call one more time...

Joe:
I didn't expect | to like Russell.

But then again, I guess you | didn't expect to like him either.

About a half hour?

Joe:
| Dwayne had to take a whiz...

(gasps)

...so he needs you | to step in.

What do you want?

Joe:
Calm.

Walk over | to the hot dog stand.

You need to be closer.

Aah!

Joe:
You need to know | I've locked a signal

onto your cell number.

There's a bomb,

a really big bomb,

in that hot dog stand.

I'll shoot | innocent people.

We've got | a bit of ground to cover,

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Kari Skogland

Kari Skogland is a Canadian film director, screenwriter and producer. In 2016, she co-founded independent production company Mad Rabbit. more…

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