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- I was just trying to help you out.
Why are you acting so weird?
I'm sorry.
What are you sorry about?
I don't know.
Well, just help me find it.
You poor man.
Hi, honey.
Hey,
I'm headin' out.
Oh, you have your, uh, support group tonight?
Yes, I do.
I gotta tell you, Doug,
I am really proud of you, honey.
I mean, I know... |
Mmm.
Well, they're fat.
They're not Shakespeare.
I'll see you later.
Hey, uh, what do you talk about at these classes?
I mean, what gets said?
What do you mean?
Well, what's supposed to motivate you to lose weight?
Oh, well first class, we talked about famous fat people, like Marlon Brando and that lady from The Pract... |
Why do you have to hurt?
You know what it is?
You gotta continuously remind yourself, it's not your fault.
Oh, my god.
This is made with real butter.
Hello, Doug.
Carrie.
Oh, God.
Maury, this is, uh, my wife, Carrie.
Hello.
Okay, you have 5 seconds to tell me what's going on here.
What's going on here is I'm in the mid... |
That makes you my-
What do you call her again?
Your behavior catalyst.
Behavior catalyst, okay?
So if you want to blame somebody for my weight, maybe you should take a hard look in the mirror.
You're a lying sack of crap.
Great.
Now I'm hungry.
Carrie...
I'm Neil.
Welcome.
Mm-hmm.
Doug is simply trying to break a cycl... |
Huh?
High two hundreds?
No, not high.
Mid to high.
And did he also happen to mention that he was the biggest kid in nursery school?
That all the other parents thought he was a teacher?
No.
No.
Tell him about the special desk, Doug.
All right, fine!
So maybe I was fat when I met you, but you know what?
You're still an ... |
Fine!
Let's do it!
Let's do it!
This is for the chicken-and-egg crack.
This is great.
We haven't had date night in a while.
I know.
Well, we deserve it.
I mean, you're sticking to your diet.
Got my rice cakes.
And, uh.
I've mellowed out.
It's-it's much better.
Much better.
And my nipples have healed up nicely.
Those ... |
Plain.
Tell me if anything good happens over there.
Right.
Yeah, I think it's great that we're trying to improve ourselves.
Oh, yeah.
I just think that all these improvements are upsetting our balance as a couple.
Yeah.
Something's a little off, right?
I mean, what should we do?
Well, I'm just gonna throw this out at ... |
How's yours?
I might be making some progress in the Ridgeway's Disease.
I've a patient in Hammersmith Hospital, Mrs. Crabtree, she's a driver's wife, I believe, she's dying of Ridgeway's.
But she's allowed me to try some new treatments on her.
By God, she's got some spirit!
Poor, frightened old thing that she is.
And a... |
And I'm just trusting to Henrietta to make conversation, because John and Gerda it's a nightmare, John and Gerda.
Lucy, do you know what time it is?
I'm sorry, darling, I have absolutely no idea what time it is.
It's a quarter past six!
Midge, I am sorry!
Why didn't you tell me?
Come, come, come, go back to your dream... |
It won't start.
Switch on the ignition, Gerda!
- I'm so stupid.
I'm sorry.
- Let's just get there, shall we?
I wish we could stay at home.
The Angkatell frighten the life out of me.
- Goodbye, children!
- Bye mummy.
Bye daddy!
The weather's said fair for the weekend.
Everything's spick and span (immaculate) at the co... |
- What a gorgeous car!
- He's a Legonda.
Goes like the wind!
Thank you, Gudgeon.
- Hello, Lucy.
- Henrietta!
Wonderful to see you.
I supose that, by the time you take that magificent steed of yours to the stable, give it a rub down and a nosebag, lunch might be ready.
- Who's coming?
- The Christow.
- And Edward's arri... |
Pour ce soir?
How are things at Ainswick, Edward?
Just as lovely as ever?
Why don't you come and see?
You're always welcome.
Anytime.
Anytime at all.
You are sweet.
And Ainswick is the best place in the world.
Do you remember our special tree?
Igdrasil.
The secret sign we used to draw everywhere?
Fancy a breath here?... |
14.000 acres, is bound to be vast, Midge.
Oh, how I miss it!
- Why didn't you inherit it, Lucy?
- Midge, you know very well girls don't inherit.
It's the way the world wags.
Edward isn't even my cousin, he's family's second cousin.
But he's still in tail.
Ainswick falls like rain, right plop in his lap.
- Aren't you re... |
We'll never make it to Shovel Down in third.
Very fair shooting, Edward.
Now, there.
Your turn, Henrietta.
See if you can kill a burglar.
- Well done!
- No, you only winged him.
Hello, everyone!
Hello, Henry!
- It's the Christow!
- Hello.
So sorry we're late.
Not at all, not at all, just in time for sporting target p... |
I bet I missed.
My turn, is it?
Gerda, how lovely to see you!
Thank you, Henry.
Come along, Gudgeon.
I say, Lucy!
That's nothing.
Once, on the Asian side of the Bosphorus,
I was jumped by a couple of thugs.
We were rolling about in the dirt, we were.
Then, before I knew it, she'd shot one in the leg and one in stomach... |
- He could come without you.
- No, he wouldn't like that.
He wouldn't enjoy it without me.
He said so.
John is overly unselfish.
I'd rather stay in Harley Street, to be frank, but he thinks it is good for me, to get out into the country.
Oh, the country's alright.
No need to throw in the Angkatells
We're an odious fami... |
Isn't that what Gerda does?
Don't you tell me you care a damn about Gerda.
Why not?
I like Gerda.
- Dinner, Milady.
- Thank you, Gudgeon
Please, Monsieur Poirot.
Come this way.
Merci.
Has anyone seen John?
Well, the customers are awful!
One has to put up far more insolence in a dress shop than Gudgeon or Simmons or any... |
After dinner, we use to play games.
Perhaps charades.
But tonight I think it would be most appropriate, if we were to essay the Murder Game.
Lucy, don't you think Monsieur Poirot would be rather bored...
Someone has to pretend to be dead.
Murdered.
And then we all have to find out who did it.
It's such fun!
It usuall... |
It will be my pleasure to attend.
Thank you.
Bonne nuit.
Good night, Mr. Poirot.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Ace of diamonds.
Why on earth did you lead that diamond, Gerda?
Oh!
I... was it wrong?
Don't be absurd, she had to lead the diamond.
The only sane thing to do.
Game and rubber.
Well done.
- Wait, did we win?
-... |
And I smoke like a chimney... truly.
I feel a complete fool, but there's not a match in Dovecotes so I've come to beg some from my only neighbours within miles and...
- My God!
- Hello, Veronica.
My God, it's John Christow!
Matches, was it?
This is too, too extraordinary!
- Do you know each other?
- We did a long time... |
My dear Lady Angkatell, I surely won't need all these.
We have plenty in the house.
Besides, I always think it's rather tiresome only having one of a thing, don't you?
This is very kind of you, thank you.
Will you see me back to my cottage?
I want dreadfully to know what you've been up to in all those years and years, ... |
- Morning.
We're shooting after breakfast.
- We might bag a few pigeon.
- You wanna come?
No, thanks.
I feel a bit shattered, to be honest.
For me?
It came this morning, sir.
We have to talk about our future.
I'm sorry?
Our future, John!
We've wasted 12 years.
I'm not going back to the States.
I'm going to make my life... |
John...
I always did want to be your wife.
You see, I have this passion, this overpowering passion!
- We have to be together.
- No.
That is not going to happen!
- But last night...
- Last night...?
Look, you're not a child!
Last night was a one off.
Are you saying you don't love me?
You are a very, very alluring woman,... |
- Out of doors?
- Would you care to follow me, sir?
Merci.
Milady?
I see that you are playing the "Murder Game".
Alors, très bien.
I congratulate you all.
Henrietta...
- Allow me, madam.
- Give that to me, Gerda!
Mademoiselle, do no...
Poirot?
What's happened?
Gerda has mur...
I mean...
John has been shot.
He's dead.... |
Very able.
Slightly too able, if you take my meaning.
I just don't know what to do about lunch.
It seems so heartless to be seating around a table, stuffing oneself as if nothing had happened.
Don't worry on my account, Lucy.
God bless you, dear Edward, but say what you will, murder is a very awkward thing.
It upsets t... |
And that path leads to the lane, you say?
Oui.
And that path leads to the farm and that's where Lady Angkatell came?
Edward Angkatell and Miss Savernake came from the woods separately and then they stood there and there?
Oui, it was like one mis-en-scène from the theatre.
I'm giving Gerda some brandy.
Oh, how thoughtfu... |
I should just want to ask you a few--
He was a wonderful doctor.
So kind, so unselfish.
The best of husbands.
Who could've wanted to kill him?
What exactly happened, Mrs. Christow?
It was all so sudden...
I went out from the house, and along the path to the swimming pool...
What time was this?
About 12:58.
I noticed t... |
But it's a very thin story.
They all think she did it.
And you thought she'd done it, didn't you?
When you first arrived on the scene...
I am not sure what I thought.
Something was not exactement as it should have been.
What's that?
Looks like leather work, sir.
- Oh, right.
- Sir, we got the weapon.
Come on, pick it u... |
Could you kindly ask the cook?
I've seen to it myself, milady.
Oh, bless you, Gudgeon.
- Do you think Gerda will be alright?
- Oh, yes.
She'll probably send for some old school friend of hers.
She's probably got three or four.
I can just see them, scrabbling hockey types, from Turnbridge Wells.
What extraodinary things... |
You had me in common.
Henrietta, for God's sake!
No need to be like that.
What did you think I'd be like?
Did you think I'd seat and cry for a pocket handkerchief while you'd held my hand?
You're nice enough, Edward, but, honestly, you are inadequate.
Alô?
Yes.
Monsieur Poirot, we could use your brains.
Join us, would ... |
And Lady Angkatell mentioned some trouble with a nurse.
But she was a bit vague.
Yes, she would be vague.
I'm taking the train off to London.
I'm going to Harley Street.
Would you care to join me?
I don't remember any quarrels.
No.
Mrs. Christow was devoted to her husband.
Quite slavishly so.
- Tyrannical, was he?
- N... |
- It's the Inspector, Mrs. Christow.
- Thank you, Collie.
- Good afternoon.
- My friend Elsie,
I mean, Mrs. Patterson.
- Ma'am.
This is Monsieur Poirot.
Have you found out who killed him?
Uh... no, not yet Ma'am.
- Was it you, Mrs. Christow?
- That's unfair!
- Why do you persecute the poor woman?
- Excusez-moi.
But per... |
But she might not have pick it up.
And it is possible, Inspector, that the murderer might be someone who wanted to kill Dr. Christow, but did not want to implicate Gerda Christow.
Well, he had a funny way to work about it.
We suspected her right from the start.
Oui, mon ami.
Very swiftly you suspected her.
Look, Poirot... |
I spoke to the maid.
Cray said to him:
"I hate you more than I ever thought I could hate anyone!"
That is interesting.
And it was her fur coat in the pavillion?
Yes, it was.
She must have left it there when she entered to borrow the matches.
I do not believe she went there to borrow the matches.
She could have borrowed... |
When we came back here, on saturday night, the whole thing blew up again.
He went mad, quite literally mad.
He wanted to leave his wife and children, he wanted me to divorce my husband he wanted us to get back together.
He carried a torch for me, all these years.
We argued and argued, and in the end I had to send him b... |
But that is not a revolver.
That is an automatic pistol.
I'm very sorry, sir.
I'm affraid I'm not fully informed about firearms.
Sir Henry, I'll have it fully checked for fingerprints.
Oh!
...
I doubt there will be any fingerprints, sir.
Why not?
Because I polished it with my handkerchief before replacing it, sir.
Wh... |
I mean, unwell I sort of had a bit of a shock and almost dropped the basket.
Dear sweet Gudgeon, as per usual, sprang to my rescue.
Later on, I wanted to write the date on the eggs, otherwise, you see, we tend to eat the fresher eggs before the older ones, and that simply will not do...
And then Gudgeon told me he had... |
What is required is a passion for truth.
And, once you have the truth, once you have knowledge, is that enough?
Or do you have to go one step further and transform the knowledge into action?
Why did you come here, Mademoiselle Savernake?
As I said, I was taking the dog for a walk.
It is odd I did never take notice of a... |
- But I understand.
- Really?
You mentioned Veronica Cray.
She also was a friend of Dr. Christow?
They were engaged to be married 12 years ago.
Were they?
Look, I'll make it simple.
Veronica was, and is, a bitch of the first water.
She wanted John to give up medicine and go and live with her in Califórnia.
So he broke ... |
I do recall, though, waking up that morning with some sort of premonition, that there might, just might, be some kind of accident..
Accident, who might have had an accident?
Well, obviously, John Christow.
And, I mean, one does feel awfully sorry, of course, and one does tend to blame oneself...
- Good God, Lucy!
Oh, H... |
And do they like Madame Christow?
It's not a matter of liking her, she's famíly.
- Is she?
- We're not all rich, you know?
Gerda is from a branch of rather humble Angkatell's.
She's tolerated, I think it's fair to say, because she's one of us.
And your understanding of tolerance would be to sleep with her husband?
Why ... |
Very touching.
- I don't think there is any need to sneer.
- I am not sneering.
But I do not like being lied to.
I've admitted that I'm not very truthful.
But I don't kill people, Monsieur Poirot.
Gerda!
Poor dear, Gerda.
I'm so sorry.
Not getting too a little sleep, I trust.
What is an adjournment, you know?
You mus... |
She modelled for me.
Don't you dare tell her that's what what I ended up with.
I call it "The Worshiper".
Who is she worshiping?
John.
Did you understand all that business with the second gun?
No, but it lets Gerda off the hook, doesn't it?
Let's have some tea and toasts, then I'll take you to your lodgings.
Mademoisel... |
Why are they still here?
They're searching for the missing revolver, Midge.
Bonjour, Mademoiselle.
Good morning, Monsieur Poirot.
Will they find it, do you think?
Soon, I should say.
You have returned very suddenly from London, Mademoiselle.
There's a party for Midge and Edward, who, believe it or not, are getting marr... |
I remember.
It was after dinner, on Saturday.
Non, Mademoiselle Savernake.
People do not doodle in the dark.
No, I think you were in the pavillion on Sunday, after 12:00, when Gudgeon brought out the cherry glasses.
I think you stood by the table, watching someone, waiting for someone and you doodled.
I didn't go down ... |
What're you looking for, sir?
This.
The horse.
Merci.
Quite good, actually.
Merci.
Monsieur Poirot!
Mademoiselle Savernake doesn't like horses.
Voilá.
I think that this will prove to be the murder weapon.
- So Miss Savernake did it.
- Non!
Looks to me bloody likely.
No, Mademoiselle Savernake is not, in my opinion, a m... |
Since Inspector Grange has failed to find the murder weapon, he'll have to let the whole thing drop.
You, I dare say, won't.
Non, I shall not let it drop.
What if were told the truth?
Would you like to tell me the truth?
Oh, Monsieur Poirot, I would love to tell you the truth.
Then, of course, we could all agree that J... |
- Elsie's taken them to the Zoo.
- Thank Heaven for that!
I know that you killed your husband, Madame.
Yes.
I did.
Why did you do it, Gerda?
Why did you kill John?
Because it was all a lie!
Everything!
I thought he was the noblest man in the world.
But I saw his face when he followed that woman, that evening...
I knew ... |
You shove the cilinder back into the frame and you're ready for shooting.
I'd shot with one then hide it
and let them find me holding the other.
I forgot about the leather thing.
- The holster.
- I forgot about it too.
I also forgot.
The memory, it is selective, n'est ce pas?
And then I heard Inspector Grange mention t... |
Because John asked me to.
That's what he meant when he said, "Henrietta".
He was asking me to protect Gerda.
And he knew that I'd do anything he wanted, because I loved him.
Oui.
I began to realize the truth when I saw there was a pattern, a pattern to implicate everyone, other than Gerda Christow.
You deliberatly pla... |
It's different because this one's all true.
I know because I was there.
It all happened right here in this very town-- across the bridge, over by the old graveyard.
It was all hallows' Eve, it was all hallows' Eve, or what people like to call Halloween.
And it all happened down there...
In the hollow.
( Screams )
( Dul... |
Oh, huh-uh.
- What are you scared?
- Woman:
Yeah, that...
And it's wrong to chump around on someone's grave.
Where's that creepy old groundskeeper guy?
She's got a point there, brode.
Remember when we snuck in that one time, back in third grade?
He was just trying to scare us.
Man:
Dude chased us with an ax, man.
- Wh... |
Then they would know what kind of town we live in.
Woman:
Go stick your hand in.
What?
You heard me, you go do it-- you heard me, you go do it-- see if anything grabs you.
Show us how it's done.
That's the spirit.
See, nothing.
- ( Metal clanks )
- Oh my god!
- Brody!
- Oh my god, help me, please guys, help!
All right... |
Now some say that ichabod actually escaped the horseman now some say that ichabod actually escaped the horseman and left sleepy hollow to become a lawyer in New York,
not far from here, while others say that it was brom who chased ichabod out of town, out of jealousy.
But the old Dutch wives of these parts still mainta... |
What was that?
Ha, ha, that's not funny, Scott.
It's Brody.
He's screwing around in van ripper's shed.
Scott, please don't, I-- just stay here, all right?
I'm sick of this.
Hey, Brody!
Scott.
The door is open.
( Sword unsheathes )
Spooky, very spooky, you had me going for a sec.
Hey Amber, come inside the- ( sword sli... |
Didn't you guys come together?
No.
Brody's got a short attention span.
But then he's captain of the football team, so I guess you get what you pay for, right?
- ( Laughs )
- I guess.
I just-
- I guess I thought you guys were like a thing.
Were like a thing.
No, we're not a thing.
I mean, am I getting myself into troub... |
I was listening.
Why are you calling me that?
Ian, he's a gravekeeper and he's obviously drunk.
My name is claus van ripper, although that doesn't mean much to ye.
And I'm not drunk.
I do take care of the cemetery and I need to talk to ye.
There is something you need to know.
Let's get out of here, he's obviously drunk... |
I'm sorry about stranding you.
It's okay,
Ian was taking me for coffee.
Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but you should go with young vandersnot here.
- I need to talk to the teacher alone.
- What?
He's come back.
He's come back for ye.
I need to talk to you.
- Let's go.
- Karen:
Ian, Ian.
( Sighs )
I can't leave this guy ... |
I'm really sorry, but I do have to go.
I call ye teacher, on account of that's what you are.
Not by your trade, not even by your daddy's trade, but farther back.
Yeah, way farther back than that.
Your family lived here right in this house, your family lived here right in this house, nine generations back.
A teacher, a ... |
Wait, wait, wait...
What?
You might make it.
I don't feel nothing.
Go on.
Go on.
And I ain't drunk, ya hear me?
I ain't drunk.
( Rock music playing on radio )
( Engine shuts off, music stops )
Hello?
Claus, is that you?
( Horse whinnies )
( Screams )
- ( Horse whinnies ) - ( Man laughing )
Brody?
You all right, junior?... |
You know, man,
I've been thinking-- you should leave that to the professionals, yeah, I think you should stop hanging around Karen so much.
Date somebody on your own level.
My own level, huh?
We had a long talk.
When I took her back home tonight, it was all about us at the homecoming.
You know what, Brody, Karen's a bi... |
- Tattoos beat zits.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Nice outfit.
Thank you, it's the pep rally, today.
You're coming, right?
You know what, I'd like to, but I really can't.
It's for the football team.
I just feel out of place.
Come on, walk me to first and I'll talk you into it.
Voice on p.A.:
Good morning, fellow students,
- and welc... |
I haven't seen Amber either.
And she never called me back last night.
Brody:
Man, this is bad.
Do you think something happened to them?
No, it's like the 50th time I've shown up without my homework.
Coach is gonna flunk me.
Unless...
You got ballentine for geometry, don't you?
Okay, guys, I'm gonna go.
I'll talk to you... |
But for the sake of repetition and clarity, tonight is Halloween.
There are vines growing out of Irving's grave.
The horseman has returned.
Tonight is Halloween.
It's also the night of the annual ghostly hayride.
And it's gonna go off without a hitch, no pun intended, just like it does every other year.
But this ain't ... |
I'm not a crane, all right?
I'm not.
Oh, you are a crane, yes, ye are.
Yes, ye are.
Let me show you.
Ya see, ichabod left and he changed his name right away, probably because he was worried about the horseman coming after him.
Then he named his first son Richard cranston, meaning crane's son.
Then two generations late... |
Mm-hmm.
Hey, I thought you knew that by heart?
Oh...
No, I just watched the cartoon like every Halloween, so...
Okay, so how is this book more important than you coming to my pep rally?
That old guy claus gave it to me.
He was telling me that I'm related to ichabod.
Ichabod crane?
Was there really such a guy?
Apparentl... |
Ian, I just wanted to tell you how excellent you were last night.
- Oh.
- Wasn't he?
I told you.
I knew you were an actor the first time I laid eyes on you.
You have got a lot of talent.
Well, thank you.
It was a lot of fun.
Oh, that's good.
Good, good.
I was wondering, can I ask you a favor?
Yeah, go ahead.
I know thi... |
Absolutely.
don't forget to invite me to the wedding.
There's no wedding, just a lot of sweaty sex.
( Laughs ) Ooh... ( Bell rings )
It's this kind of lack of commitment I'm talking about.
This is what keeps you guys from being number one.
What the hell is so difficult about making it to practice every day?
Huh?
You go... |
Yeah, sure, coach.
Listen, pal,
I don't care what you do in your spare time.
You want to waste it with comic books and horror movies, fine.
But when you're at school, you're gonna get your butt to practice.
I was at practice.
As long as you live under my roof, you're gonna quit acting like an idiot.
That means no more ... |
If he can't do it, no one can.
- Go horseman." - ( Laughs )
Very good.
Cute, very cute.
- Your dad will be so proud, junior.
- Thanks.
Brody, what do you want?
Can I talk with you for a second?
Yeah, sure, go ahead.
In private.
She's all yours.
It's about the homecoming.
Everybody knows your the only one I can go with.... |
Okay, thanks Brody, that's nice.
I'll keep that in mind.
Yeah, you do that.
I used to think his entire life revolved around football, but now I think he lives just to put on that stupid headless horseman costume.
Mrs. cranston:
Hi, sweetheart, how was school?
Fine.
Dad won't quit it with this football thing.
He just wa... |
And now we begin the ghostly hayride.
( Owl hooting )
Now we just have to head down this patch of road right here towards the bridge.
And you should know that this is the same road and you should know that this is the same road that ichabod traveled upon that fateful Halloween night.
The northwoods area of sleepy hollo... |
All right, looks like we made it out of the haunted woods alive.
But I'll tell you what, the night's young.
And the headless horseman's still out there looking, looking for a head.
Oh, honey, that was even better than last night.
- Thanks.
- I'd go again, but your dad's waiting for me to come home and help him with the... |
I made a commitment to do this.
It's too dangerous teacher, you can't go up there, you can't take the chance.
Listen to me, claus, this isn't funny anymore.
Claus:
Forget the hayride, you got to come with me.
But I can't go.
I already told her I would do it, all right?
- See you after.
- Yes.
Ian, you're getting rave r... |
Claus, I can't have you spoiling the hayride.
What do you say I give you a ride home?
No, now listen to me, you're the only one that can save us.
You got to stand up to him.
You got to face him.
If you don't face him, all of us are going to die.
Do ya hear me?
We're gonna die.
All right, claus, let's say me and you tak... |
Sorry you two, this one's all full.
What?
Come on, Mrs. worthen.
How long till the next one?
Not until next year, I'm afraid.
That was the last trip.
I'm sorry.
Come on, let's go.
We can still go.
We'll just make our own tour.
I bet there's nobody watching the gate.
We could just climb over.
Erica, that thing is sold ... |
Claus:
What are you doing, sheriff?
You're heading the wrong way.
You're going back to town!
Take it easy.
Take it easy, claus.
A good night's sleep will take care of everything.
You haven't heard a word I've said.
I'm telling ye, the horseman is back.
- He is on the prowl.
- Yeah, yeah.
Tomorrow he'll be Brody vanderv... |
( Hoofbeats fade )
This sucks.
What do you want to do?
- I don't like this.
- What?
I thought this was what you wanted?
For one thing, I'm freezing.
It's like two degrees out here.
I'm not exactly inspired to take my clothes off.
Okay, do you want to get out of here?
No, I've got a better idea.
What?
- In there?
- Sure... |
Looks like we almost made it out of the haunted woods, but it seems we have forgotten about one thing--
the most fearsome legend in all of- help me!
- Erica?
He's gonna kill us!
He's gonna kill us all!
What the hell are you talking about?
( Screaming ) The headless horseman.
There's no such thing as the headless horse... |
Karen:
Ian?
- What are you doing here?
- What is going on?
- No, no, no, come on.
- What?
Come on, let's go.
We got to go.
( Grunts, coughs )
( Rapid hoofbeats )
( Growls )
( Roars )
( Roars )
Ian, stop, stop.
What is going on?
- What are you doing?
- This is ridiculous.
Come here, I got to get you on that truck.
- Why... |
Yeah!
Yeah, that's right, yeah!
Yeah, that's right, punk ass, you don't want none.
Go 'head, take it back to momma.
( Laughs, whoops )
Yeah.
- Hey, what the hell are you stopped for?
- That.
The horseman's coming back!
We're all gonna die.
Move it!
Get in!
- Man:
Let's go, let's go!
- Ian:
Let's go!
Hold on!
Karen:
W... |
Gordon, get out of here, we'll lead him the other way.
Go on!
Hurry up!
Let's go, come on.
Help me.
Help me.
Get me out of here.
Help!
Oh, help!
Help!
Help!
Oh, shit.
Help!
You got to get me out of here.
Yeah, all right, chill out.
You got any idea how to do that?
Go around the driver's side-- it's open.
You can unlo... |
I gotta get my ax.
We got to help young teacher, or else everybody's gonna die.
Forget that, I'm going to the good side of the bridge.
There are people up there.
Your girl is up there too.
She's in trouble.
What are you going to do about her?
She made her decision, she chose junior.
Listen, son, this is real.
Now, look... |
Just go.
Lock the door.
( Screams )
Oh, god!
Okay, okay... ( Gasps ) Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god!
Guard your tool.
Here it is.
( Woman screams )
- Karen.
- The shed!
Step lively.
( Hoofbeats click )
- Karen!
- Oh my god, get me out of here.
- Brody:
Get away from the window.
- No, no, I can't.
- Yes, ... |
( Growls )
Brody.
Where's the teacher?
- I don't know.
- You two, get to the bridge as fast as you can.
- You're not coming with us?
- No, me and the teacher got to meet this head on.
( Screaming )
- You all right, teacher?
- Yeah.
Oh my god, you killed him.
You can't kill what's already dead.
Let's get out of here.
( ... |
- Oh my god.
- Are you okay?
It's over, all right, I promise you, it's over.
Over?
Nothing's over.
What are you talking about?
We made it across the bridge-- the horseman has no powers over here, right?
What about them hayride people?
I busted the gate.
They all got out.
You did what?
I wrecked the fence-- the fence th... |
What the hell is going on?
Go ahead and tell her.
(sighs)
You stumbled on the pipeline.
Two weeks ago,
I got a call from agent mckenzie,
Saying that he had evidence
That the cia was helping fausto
Smuggle heroin across the border.
We know that.
When the banks crashed,
Somebody at the cia floated the idea
Of flushing dy... |
This is bullshit.
Yeah, it's bullshit.
(sniffs)
(romina grunting, panting)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeah, yeah.
Romina, romina, romina, romina.
Yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She can't go any further.
How much longer?
(coughing)
(groaning)
Hey...
Fix her.
(panting):
Sí.
(groans) (grunts)
Sí.
I won't do it.
Move over.
I'll do i... |
Marco:
What now?
What is your plan?
We walk through the mountains until we die?
There's a truck hidden up ahead.
We get to the truck,
Lose the marines And we get on my plane.
Or maybe we die together.
No way I'm going to die out here.
(bubbling)
Where do you want it?
No, I want to do it.
(scoffs)
(groans)
Come on.
Plea... |
The asshole shot me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Press here.
Okay.
Okay...
Hey!
Hey!
Where's the truck, asshole?
!
Take us there now!
And then what?
!
(all three groaning)
(yells) ah, boss!
Frye:
Hey.
Well...
Hey, guys.
Hey.
When did you get this?
I love these things.
These things are hours of good times.
You're dr... |
They just break in your house and burn your shit.
They reached out to me.
Really?
You reach out
To my friend at border blog?
It is on my list of things to do.
You should; we need a place to publish this.
Oh, yeah, we're gonna blog?
This is what we do now?
We're-we're bloggers?
They get more hits than this place.
They'... |
With a violent man.
I was trying to...
Take her out of there.
It was...
Nothing unusual.
Except you tripped across a billion dollars
Of heroin, steven.
I have no idea how I got in that truck.
Did those drugs belong to fausto galvan?
How the hell would I know?
Keep going, fausto.
Move!
(romina moaning)
Take it easy.
It... |
(laughing)
Told you to poison them.
Rats eat anything.
Sorry, boss.
I'm in no hurry.
We can watch this pretty girl die.
Is there another car?
I can make a call.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Give me the phone.
The code is 4-3-2-1.
Call the marines!
No way.
What's the matter, asshole?
You really thought you were going to be a... |
Oh.
(laughs)
No.
Don manuel sent five guys
To kill him.
Your father killed four.
The fifth...
Shot him in the back.
They buried him in a landfill...
Surrounded by trash and dead dogs.
He grew dope.
He abandoned my mother and left her with nothing.
He wasn't the great man you think he was.
But he had balls.
(quiet laug... |
Yeah.
(shushing)
Yeah.
(grunts)
Yeah.
Hey...
(shushing)
Help is on the way.
Okay?
My father?
He sent help for me?
No.
He didn't send anyone.
It hurts a lot.
(shushes)
Hold on.
Fix me again.
Oh, no, no.
No, I can't give you any more.
You'll die from an o.D.
I can't do it.
I don't care.
Don't say that.
Of course you do.
... |
Okay?
It's not that easy.
I'm the daughter of sebastian cerisola.
Forget about that.
You don't have to be like your father.
You understand?
Relax.
Hey.
How you doing?
Thanks for setting this up.
Thanks for agreeing to meet.
You got any, like, credentials or something?
Oh, I see.
The station chief.
Wow!
That is quite i... |
No.
Agent buckley was operating without my knowledge.
I doubt that.
Where's buckley now?
He's being evaluated.
We got to find buckley.
Any sign of the marines?
No.
I came the way you said.
Good.
Where's fausto?
Inside.
Come.
Does anyone know you're here?
No.
I didn't tell anyone.
What about robles?
Robles can't touc... |
So, how do you feel about journalists?
I don't.
Good, then I have a job for you.
I already have a job.
Wha-what kind of shit is this?
Carla?
I didn't get her name.
Just the money.
(gunshot)
(car horn honks)
(tires screech)
Hurry!
She's got a bullet and an exit wound on her right side.
(both speaking spanish)
Sonya?
Don... |
Robles:
Marco?
What's this?
You're the first on my list, shithead.
I'm booking him.
Good job, marco.
I'll take it from here.
No, no, no.
No, señor.
I captured him.
I'm booking him.
I'm not letting him out of my sight
Until they come for him.
¶ ¶
(sighs)
You did it.
Now what?
Well...
You'll live in a cage for the rest o... |
It's over, sebastian.
He's gonna turn him in alive.
I only care about my daughter.
No, you don't.
But if you do want to know where she is,
You're gonna tell me where I can find eleanor nacht.
What's up, celia?
Has he arrived?
Sí.
Mr.Prosecutor.
Nice work.
I want him locked up
In maximum security.
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