Until Death

Synopsis: Anthony Stowe is a down-and-out detective addicted to heroine whose days always seem to go from bad to worse. Stowe is coming off of a drug deal, in which two officers were killed, and the primary villain, the drugs, the money and the surveillance tapes are still at large. He is also dealing with his wife, who has just informed him that she is pregnant - but the child is not his. After a gunfight in which Stowe comes very close to death, After being severely wounded and losing all will to live, His body gives up and falls into a coma. After an inner battle with himself, He gains again the spirit to live again. While on the road to recovery, Stowe finds himself in a very personal battle to make amends with his kidnapped wife and to take revenge on his assailant once and for all.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Simon Fellows
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
101 min

Plainclothes officers have arrived

on the scene.

- Plainclothes are here on the scene.

- Roger.

Hey, Stowe, check out the rookie.

Why don't you just

smoke the damn thing...

...if it'll make you calm down?

Thought you were quitting.

Where did we get

this f***ing guy, anyway?

Some house for poor teenagers

who wanna play Cops and Robbers?

I'm so sorry.

I'm in New Orleans.

Watch the guy on Royal and Peters.

Here we go.

She looks hot.

She cleans up very well, huh?

That's a 10-4.

- We're going inside.

- Got that, Delta.

The target, Callahan,

has arrived at the building.

I repeat, has arrived at the building.

We're on.

Check, Detective Anthony Stowe,

Lead narcotics officer,

The time, 2024.

Target, Gabriel Callahan.

He's in the structure.

And our team on the inside

is led by Special Agent Ronson.

Well, it's finally nice to meet you.

I'm Mary.

And this is my boyfriend, Joe.

Nice jacket.

- What?

- That's a nice jacket.

It's all there. I promise.

Secret combination, Miss Johnson?


- I bet you're a pretty high roller, huh?

- Yeah, look-

- How much to get rid of you?

- Oh, if you have a donation...

- No, no, no.

- ... I'd be willing to receive.

Give me the wallet.

Now it's our turn.


Come on.

Where's our stuff?

A deal's a deal, right?

You got our end.

Tell your boy to relax.

You just bought yourself

a $400 radio.

Show me some skin.

You want to see me undress?

What are you,

some kind of pervert?


I'm some kind of pervert...

...and I wanna see everything.

- Lost Callahan now, I've lost him.

- I'm a normal guy.

See this gun? Beat it.

Get out of here.

We're busted.

What the hell is Stowe doing?

I can't hear anything.


Take that guy in now!

Come on, a**hole, get down!

Come on, come on, hurry up!

Don't move!



- No, no, no.

- Medics! Now!

Ross here. Get us a medic.

Sh*t, Stowe. You blew it.


What the hell happened?

Why'd you bolt so early back there?

Callahan only likes blonds.

You think it's gonna end like this?

That easy and simple?

After 10 years, you're gonna send

some cheap slut in there to fool me?

Thought I'd give them a show?

I gave you a show, partner.

How long are you gonna keep up

this "good cop" charade?


It's as fake as you are.

Next time, send in your wife.

She's more my type,

but you already know that, right?

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, it wasn't my fault.

The comm went down, I couldn't hear!

- Chill.

- Come on.

It wasn't his fault, Stowe.

We lost two good people today.

Better than you. Because of you.

F*** you.

I know Callahan was your partner,

Stowe. We all know that.

But you gotta realize

I got two dead cops I gotta explain...

...and you can't keep letting

your emotions make bad judgments.

Your nine lives

seem to be running out.

That's fine with me.

I've had a good run.

Go home, Stowe.

Clean yourself up.

Send a prowler

to watch Valerie tonight.

He doesn't care

about your wife, Stowe.

He doesn't even care about you.

He's just f***ing with you.

You're chasing him.

He's not chasing you.

Go home.

What happened

to the camera on Tommy?

Disappeared as well.

And you might wanna steer clear

of Van Huffel.

Him and Ronson

just got engaged last week.

We had a little party.

You weren't around.

What were you doing

on Royal Street today?


Tell me the truth.

Not a bullshit lie.

What's a punk kid like you

doing in the Quarter, huh?

What the f***, man?

I was picking up my mom.


Hey, Jane, it's Val.

Is he there yet?

He's right here.

Your wife.


I've been trying

to get hold of you all day.

It's been a bad day.

What do you want?

I want you to ask me that again

in a nicer tone.

Try using some bigger words.

Valerie, what the f*** do you want?

That's what I'm talking about.

Next time, why don't we try using

some five-letter words?

Just think where you could be

this time next week.

What is it?

I wanted to make sure you're

picking me up for dinner tonight.

Tonight's not a good night.

It's important, Tony.

Hold on.

- What?

- How do I explain what happened?

In English.

You went to school, right?

It's my husband.

Well, it's up to you.

Tell me where.

Karaoke bar off Frenchman.

Hey, how you doing?

Remember last week I covered for

you, kept your name on that booking?

Well, I need the favor returned.

You picked up a kid

from Jackson Square...

...with a bit of pot. Nothing dealable.

Kid's my nephew. He's a good kid.

A pot dealer.

That sounds like a good kid to me.

What do you want?

I need you to help me out here.

He won't be able to go to college if that

evidence sticks around, you know?

I'll straighten him out,

don't you worry.

I'd do the same for you.

Walter Curry?


He asked me

to make some evidence disappear.


Just now, in the bathroom.

That's a serious accusation.

I know.

I'll take care of the funeral.

Let him know.

You sent her in?

You sent her in alone, huh?

No f***ing backup, no eyes,

and you, huh?

You just go in there

guns blazing, right?

You f***ing coward.

Knock it off, man!

- Come on, fellas.

- Hey, they're all at it.

- Damn.

- She was not alone.

She was undercover.

She had a partner.

Now, if you really cared for her,

you would have taken Tommy's place.

And been there with her.

Not at your desk.

- F*** you.

- F*** you, man!

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