No Good Deed

Synopsis: About a police detective, Jack, who, while doing a friend a favor and searching for a runaway teenager on Turk Street, stumbles upon a bizarre band of criminals about to pull off a bank robbery. Jack finds himself being held hostage while the criminals decide what to do with him, and the leader's beautiful girlfriend, Erin, is left alone to watch Jack. Erin, who we discover is a master manipulator of the men in the gang, reveals another side to Jack - a melancholy romantic who could have been a classical cellist. She finds Jack's captivity an irresistible turn-on and he can't figure out if she's for real, or manipulating him, too. Before the gang returns, Jack and Erin's connection intensifies and who ends up with the money is anyone's guess.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Bob Rafelson
Production: Mac Releasing
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
103 min

Jack, thank God you're home!

-Amy, what's wrong?

-I need your help.

It's Connie, she's run away again!

She's only 1 5.

How does my daughter

fall for this slimeball?

-Do you know him?

-Yeah, l met him once.

His name is Zip.

That's a great name, huh?

-Jack, you're a cop.

-Grand Theft Auto.

You want Missing Persons.

You know where he lives?

Something like Trump Street...

-...or Trout Street or....

-Turk Street?

-Yeah, it's Turk Street.

-So tell Missing Persons.

Got a list a mile long. When they

get her, she'd be the age...

-...l wanted her to leave.

-She'll be back.

It's three days, Jack.

I'm really scared.

-Amy, l'm--

-I know.

You're going on vacation,

some music festival.

A week with you and your cello.

That will be so different for you.

I know l'm just your neighbor.

I had no business asking.

You have a great time, okay?

I was planning on blacking him out.

I'm glad l didn't.

Can't be that different

from looking for a car, right?

Turk Street.

-I'm sorry! l'm sorry. You okay?

-You mustn't bother.

No bother. Just get out of the rain.

Come on, come on.

So you don't live

in the neighborhood?

-No, l'm looking for someone.

-You can just set them down there.

No, no, no. I'll take them

into the kitchen.

Well, this way.

Thomas, we have a visitor!

Don't be alarmed,

we have a stranger in the house.

-Thomas. Dear, this is--


Jack Friar.

This is Mr. Quarre.

I'm Mrs. Quarre.

Now, who is it you're looking for,

Jack, a friend?

No, a suspect.

Well, not a suspect, really.

A young man.

You're a policeman.

-I really should be going.

-Oh, dear, don't go.

-I'll put on some water for tea. You--

-Thanks, but l have to go.

We won't hear of you leaving.

I must thank you for your kindness.

Now, it's lndian tea.

"lndian" lndian. Not the ones

we beat the crap out of.

No, l really must go.

This one's made from hardwood.

Oak. Mahogany.

I got one made in Africa,

from ivory.

Maybe one of your cousins

carved it.


Tell us about the suspect.

Is he a lone operator or a member

of some vicious gang?

-He seems to be an operator. Yeah.

-What does he look like?

I'll show you.

He had blond hair, blue eyes....

Stand up.

Stand up.

-Now, how did you find me?


I said, how did you find me?

Find you? Who are you?

You smart-ass.

Swung on the bat,

back over the right side.

Patterson showing why he has

28 saves already this season.

-You like baseball?

-It's just a little bump, officer.

I checked it out.

-Ready for your tea?

-I don't like tea.

Well, who does? Tea is for Chinks.

Give him a real drink.

-Would you like a shot?

-Make it a Mai Tai.

-That's what we drank in Korea.

-Who are you people?

What happened here?

This cop showed up

looking for us.

-Me at least.

-That's why we kept him here, boss.

For you to decide.

What did you hit him with?

-No guns.

-No guns.

Do l have to post a list of rules

at the front door?

It might help.

Has anyone else a gun?


Finally got a hit, shithead.

Come on, Miller, knock him in!

-Listen, Mr...?



-It's an alias.

I really had a photograph,

not of that psychopath, but l--

There's a game on.

H.e pops one up on the first pitch.

Thank you, dear.

-Don't gloat.

-I'm not gloating.

Don't be a sore loser.

-Maybe he's onto us for Seattle.

-You shouldn't have let him see you.

I wasn't just gonna let him

walk out of here.

The questions are,

what are we gonna do with him?

And what if there are more of him?

Kill him.

We do not kill.

Because the penalties

for killing are so distasteful.

Yeah, it's easy for you to say.

He didn't have your picture.

He has no picture.

Perhaps we should outfit you

with a wooden club and a loincloth.

Are you...?

Are you calling me backward?

The best way to chase

something, Hoop... to let it chase you.

Greetings, Erin.

Business. That's what you

always say. "This is a business."

Tell the old people the schedule's

been moved up a day.

A day?

-That's today.

-That's why you'll wanna hurry.


You should try to have

a calming influence on Hoop.

Rather than an inflammatory one.

Is it your place to tell me

who not to inflame?

As a matter of fact, it is.

With this rose, l thee wed.

All things in good time.

Until then, lover and loved.

Pimp and whore.

Coarseness does not become you.

That sick f***.

-It'll all be over soon.

-All of it?

-This job, our last.

-You and him?

-That over?

-What do you mean?

You know what l mean.

He hurts you...

...keeps us down.

I gotta pack.

I'll help.

-Tyrone sees you in my bedroom--

-We're just talking, for chrissake.


Later, then.


I never chose Tyrone.

Yeah, but sometimes you laugh at me

with him.

He expects it from me.

-Don't you understand that?

-F***ing cop's listening.

The cop's not our problem.


So we leave the airstrip

no later than 8 p.m.

Don't smoke that in here.

I'm sure as hell not gonna miss

you telling me what to do.

-Control freak.

-Control is a good thing, Thomas.

You could do with more of it.

Control that.

Now, we land in Bermuda

no later than 2 a.m.


-Aye, aye, sir.

We refuel and Hoop pilots the balance

of the journey to the Caymans.

-Is he taking his meds?

-Yes, l assume so. Why?

I have to teach him to fly, but l'm not

responsible if he flies off the handle.

I will control Hoop.

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