Nick of Time (1995)
[Mr. Smith and Ms. Jones look out for the perfect couple to kidnap]
Ms. Jones: [Ms. Jones comments on some rollerbladers] Oh, man, I hate rollerbladers. Skateboarders I don't mind, even though they dress like fuckin' idiots. But when I see some pinhead on rollerblades, it really gives me the urge to want to grease the front of my car with them.
[Mr. Watson kisses his little girl through Mr. Smith's walkie-talkie]
Gene Watson: Kisses to you.
Lynn Watson: No. Kisses to you.
Gene Watson: Kisses to you, Sweetpea.
[when Mr. Smith takes the walkie-talkie out of Mr. Watson's hand]
[Mr. Smith tells Mr. Watson a story about a man he loved]
Mr. Smith: There was this guy... Big guy, Irish-Italian. Red-faced, black-haired, jolly son of a bitch... Wait a second, nobody could make me laugh like him. He made a science of collecting jokes. We closed more bars together than I could count. Now, he was a pal. I loved the crazy mick. I'm not ashamed to say that, but... He was a fuck-up. He had this image of himself. He thought he was a con man. Always trying to shave the edge. He was nickel and dime. I'll always miss him. Tell me why.
Gene Watson: Tell you why, what?
Mr. Smith: Tell me why I miss him.
Gene Watson: He's dead?
Mr. Smith: That's right. He is dead, but tell me why.
Gene Watson: How do I know? I don't...
Mr. Smith: Tell me why he's dead.
Gene Watson: Because you killed him.
Mr. Smith: That's right, I did. I killed him. He fucked up one too many times. So, I put a bullet in his eye. Then, I put two more into him just to make sure. Now, that was somebody I loved; I loved him! But I got the call, and I put him down like a sick animal. So... if you got doubts... about what's going to happen if you don't deliver, let me tell you something. I'll make gravy out of your little girl just to season that Black Irish cocksucker's meat. Now, you do what you're supposed to do, young man. You do it now.
[Mr. Watson arrives at the train station in San Francisco]
Gene Watson: Lynn, honey! Lynn! Don't run off now, Sweetpea. Stay close to daddy.
Lynn Watson: Okay.
Gene Watson: We made it.
Lynn Watson: We made it.
[Ms. Jones grabs Mr. Watson's daughter and starts walking away with her]
Gene Watson: Ma'am! I'll take my daughter.
Mr. Smith: Don't worry. My partner's good with kids.
[Mr. Smith tells Mr. Watson his mission to kill the woman in the picture]
Mr. Smith: You're out of your mind.
Mr. Smith: What's your point?
Train Conductor: [Mr. Watson hears the train conductor shoutout to the Amtrak travelers] Los Angeles is next! Los Angeles is next! Please check under your seats.
[Ms. Jones points out to Mr. Smith an old couple to kidnap]
Ms. Jones: [Ms. Jones points to an arguing couple] That one... right there?
Mr. Smith: No. Hates his wife.
[Ms. Jones points out to Mr. Smith a few more different couples to kidnap]
Ms. Jones: What about them... right there?
Mr. Smith: Too old.
Ms. Jones: Oh. Them?
Mr. Smith: You ever had an idea, it would die of malnutrition. Leave it to me. I know people. It's my job... People person.
[Mr. Watson asks his daughter if she's ever seen him and her mom kiss]
Gene Watson: Hey. Listen to me. It's alright to talk about it. You know that, don't you? All right, so tell me something. You never once saw your mom and I kiss like that?
Lynn Watson: No way.
Gene Watson: Not once? How did you see us kiss?
Gene Watson: [Lynn kisses the top of her hand real quick] That's it? That 'mwah,' that little peck of a kiss? Honey, you missed a whole lot of kissing.
[Mr. Watson trips the men on rollerblades that are picking on his little girl]
Gene Watson: [the men trip to the floor] That's why you should always wear a helmet and knee pads. Because you never know when you're going to fall down and go boom. Right?
Lynn Watson: Right.
[Mr. Smith sees Mr. Watson and his little girl as the perfect pair to kidnap]
Mr. Smith: [in a low voice] Perfect.
Ms. Jones: Perfect.
[Ms. Jones carries Lynn out of the train station as she steals a coloring book on the way out]
Lynn Watson: You stole that.
Ms. Jones: No, I didn't. I confiscated it. There's a difference.
Lynn Watson: No there's not.
[Mr. Watson and his little girl sit in the van with Mr. Smith and Ms. Jones]
Lynn Watson: I want my daddy!
Ms. Jones: Well, your daddy's right there.
Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson from the passenger seat] Daddy's right here, honey. Daddy's here.
Ms. Jones: We're your daddy's friends.
Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith from the driver seat] That's right. Policeman's your friend. Isn't that right, daddy? Daddy?
Gene Watson: That's right, honey. The police are our friends.
[Mr. Smith threatens Mr. Watson by hitting his pistol in his leg]
Mr. Smith: Mr. Watson, you're not paying attention. Your daughter's life depends on you. Do you understand?
Gene Watson: [Mr. Smith hits his pistol in Mr. Watson's leg again] Ahh!
Mr. Smith: Do you understand that?
[Mr. Smith tells Mr. Watson the deadline he has to kill the woman in the picture]
Mr. Smith: It's now 12:16. If the woman in the picture's alive at 1:30, half past 1:00... I call my partner. Your daughter's dead. What happens if I don't call you?
Ms. Jones: Kill her anyways.
Mr. Smith: You hear that, Mr. Watson? Do you understand? It's the woman in the picture or your daughter.
Gene Watson: God.
Mr. Smith: God can't help you Mr. Watson, only you.
[Lynn asks Ms. Jones where her dad is leaving to]
Lynn Watson: Where's my daddy going?
Ms. Jones: Your daddy's going to help the police. He's going to be a hero.
Lynn Watson: Like Power Rangers?
Ms. Jones: [Ms. Jones pats on Lynn's head] Yeah, just like Power Rangers.
[Mr. Smith yells at Mr. Watson to say at 1:30 his little girl is dead]
Mr. Smith: Look at your watch. Look at it! At 1:30, your little girl is dead. Say it with me. 'At 1:30, my little girl is dead.' Say it! Say it! Name it!
Gene Watson: At 1:30, my little girl is dead.
Mr. Smith: Unless you do what you're told. You go do it.
[Mr. Smith pushes Mr. Watson along to start walking]
Mr. Smith: Don't forget! I'll be watching you!
[the Hackney cab driver asks Mr. Watson for his $3.50]
Hackney Transportist: Well, I'd like to hear about your problem, but the ride's over. That will be $3.50. I hope your problem doesn't have anything to do with my $3.50?
[Mr. Watson sees the giant poster for the re-elect Governor Eleanor Grant]
Gene Watson: [as he slides the picture out of the envelope of the same woman] Oh, shit.
[Mr. Watson asks Mr. Smith who is he]
Gene Watson: Who are you?
Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith whispers in his ear] I'm the guy who'll kill your daughter if you don't get moving.
[Mr. Smith yells at Mr. Watson when he has a chance to shoot the Governor in the elevator]
Mr. Smith: She was right in front of you! What is wrong with you?
Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith punches Mr. Watson in the stomach] Are you fucking with me? Are you fucking with me?
[Mr. Smith loads Mr. Watson's gun for him]
Mr. Smith: All right. It's loaded. It's ready for the hunt. So are we.
[Mr. Watson walks past Mr. Huey the shoe shiner for the first time]
Mr. Huey: You having a rough day? Down at the heels, as they say? You don't see your face, you don't pay. What you need is a shoe shine. Shoe shine today.
[Mr. Watson sits down and meets Huey the shoe shiner]
Mr. Huey: Come on. Take 10. Take a break. Take a load off. Put the world in perspective. So... are you a visitor?
Gene Watson: No. No, I'm just visiting.
Mr. Huey: Oh, yeah? So what do you do, if I may be so bold.
[Mr. Watson tells Mr. Huey that he's an accountant]
Gene Watson: I'm an accountant.
Mr. Huey: Well, don't denigrate yourself, my friend. Where would the government be without accountants, huh? They wouldn't know how hard they could squeeze us until we popped. Isn't that right?
[Mr. Watson tries to tell Mr. Huey about his daughter]
Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson whispers] Sir. Sir... I need your help.
Mr. Huey: What was that? You have to speak up.
Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson talks low] There's a little girl in a van. She's my daughter.
Mr. Huey: I'm a little deaf in this ear. I mean, between that and my wooden leg, I'm all messed up. Compliments of the United States Army artillery corps.
[Mr. Watson opens the door to the van and sees his daughter asleep in front of Ms. Jones]
Ms. Jones: What we have here is what they call a Mexican stand-off.
Ms. Jones: [Mr. Watson cocks his gun at Ms. Jones] Now, the thing you've got to ask yourself is, what's behind the seat?
Ms. Jones: [Mr. Watson sees Ms. Jones poke the muzzle of her gun from behind the seat] Now, a .22 will go right through it, but even a button will throw a .22 off. So, there is a good chance that it can get screwed up somewhere along the way and miss the target. What about a .38? Well, a .38 will drill pretty straight unless of course it hits metal. Then it's going to bust up into bitty little pieces. It'll keep going, but it's going to get slowed down quite a bit. How's about a .357? Well, that'll go through the seat, her, the dashboard. Shit! It'll go through the entire engine block before it even knows it hit anything. It'll end up in some pedestrian three blocks away. What do you think? Huh? What is my poison?
[Mr. Watson looks back down at his little girl and the gun poking from behind the seat]
[Mr. Smith stops Mr. Watson from going to a police officer]
Mr. Smith: I know what you're thinking. You're like a worm on a hook, wiggling around, thinking you might get off.
Gene Watson: What would you do?
Mr. Smith: She'd be dead. Do what you're supposed to do, young man! You do it now!
[Mr. Watson tells Officer Trust that there's a plot to kill the Governor]
Gene Watson: Officer?
Officer Trust: Yeah?
Gene Watson: There's a plot to kill the Governor. If you don't believe me, check that man right there. He has a gun.
Officer Trust: [Mr. Smith smiles from a distance, as Officer Trust whispers to Mr. Watson] So do you, Mr. Watson.
[Officer Trust asks Mr. Smith if he's got the situation under control]
Officer Trust: You got this under control, Smitty?
Mr. Smith: Yeah.
Officer Trust: Sure doesn't look like it.
Mr. Smith: It's under control.
Officer Trust: Yeah. Well, it better be, because I'm running out of these.
[Officer Trust gives Mr. Smith a new walkie-talkie]
[Mr. Watson throws away Mr. Smith's walkie-talkie]
Mr. Smith: I ought to throw you after that walkie-talkie, but I'm going to give you a break, because you're an amateur.
[Mr. Watson asks help from the Governor's assistant Krista Brooks]
Gene Watson: You know something? My wife always said that I had a problem trusting people.
Krista Brooks: [Ms. Brooks smiles] Well, you can trust Eleanor Samara Grant.
Gene Watson: Well, I'm going to trust you.
Gene Watson: [Mr. Watson pulls out his gun on Ms. Brooks] And you're going to trust me.
[Mr. Watson and Ms. Brooks hand over their only gun to the Mystery Man]
Mystery Man: Is it real? I mean, do we know anything about it?
Krista Brooks: It looks real. I don't know anything about guns.
Mystery Man: May I see it?
Gene Watson: The gun is real.
Mystery Man: [the mystery man scoffs] Well, it certainly looks real.
Mystery Man: [as the mystery man looks over to the corner of the room] May we have your opinion?
Mystery Man: [the mystery man then hands over the gun to Mr. Smith] You're supposed to be the expert in these matters.
Mr. Smith: [Mr. Smith checks the gun, grabs a pillow, and shoots Ms. Brooks dead] Yeah. I'd say it's real.
[Mr. Watson sees Mr. Smith in a dream sequence after shooting him dead]
Gene Watson: I killed you.
Mr. Smith: You fucked up.
[Mr. Smith blames Mr. Watson for the death of Ms. Brooks]
Mr. Smith: [as they stand over the dead body] Look at her. That's what it looks like. She was alive a minute ago, and now she's dead because you wouldn't do what I told you to do.
[Mr. Smith stands over Mr. Watson's body in the elevator when a couple try to walk in]
Mr. Smith: Security force. Take the next car. Thank you.
[Mr. Watson tries to still convince Mr. Huey about the Governor assassination]
Gene Watson: Listen, something's going to happen. When it's over with, you'll know what I was talking about.
Mr. Huey: What? The end of the world? Look man, don't give me your crazy rap. I'm not a bartender, I don't want to hear it. I raise a family doing this bullshit. Do me a favor? Get your white ass out of my chair. Big tip doesn't give you the right to crap in my ear.
[Officer Trust notices that Mr. Smith loses Mr. Watson again]
Officer Trust: Where is he? Did you lose him?
Mr. Smith: [in a low voice] Shut up.
[Mr. Huey comes up with a plan for Mr. Watson to change clothes with the guest service employee Gustino]
Mr. Huey: Hey, quick. Quick. Off with the shoes and pants. Trade with Gustino.
Gene Watson: What are you talking about?
Mr. Huey: Don't worry about it.
Mr. Huey: [as Mr. Huey sees the two stand quiet looking at each other] Oh, no time to be shy ladies. Come on, do what I tell you.
[Mr. Watson confronts Governor Eleanor Grant for the first time]
Gov. Eleanor Grant: Wait a minute, I know you. You're from the elevator.
Gene Watson: That's right.
Gov. Eleanor Grant: You were very nervous.
Gene Watson: [as Mr. Watson holds his gun on her] Guns tend to make me very nervous.
[Lynn keeps noticing how Ms. Jones looks to check on her]
Lynn Watson: Why do you keep looking at me?
Ms. Jones: It's my job. I'm your babysitter.
Lynn Watson: I'm not a baby.
Ms. Jones: Oh, you're a big girl?
Lynn Watson: I'm not a big girl, but I'm not a baby.
[Brendan Grant combs the hair of Governor Eleanor Grant after he thinks she's been shot]
Brendan Grant: A bleeding heart makes a very big target, Governor.
[as Governor Grant opens her eyes]
[Mr. Smith fights with Mr. Watson and slams him against a concrete wall]
Mr. Smith: Fuck with me, huh? Huh?
[Mr. Huey startles Ms. Jones as he begins to clean her van windshield]
Ms. Jones: Hey, what-what are you doing?
Mr. Huey: [Mr. Huey sprays and wipes her windshield] I'm just giving you the gift of a clean windshield.
Ms. Jones: No, no, I don't want my windshield clean. So, just get out of here.
Mr. Huey: Oh, you just think you don't want your windshield clean.
Ms. Jones: No, I know that I don't want my windshield cleaned. So, get out of here.
Mr. Huey: Oh, come on. Don't be like that. Just think of me as the Moses of dirty windshields, leading you through the desert of dead bugs.
[Mr. Huey chuckles]
[Mr. Huey demands Ms. Jones for his $1 after cleaning her van windshield]
Mr. Huey: I've already done it. I've already done it. You have to pay me now.
Ms. Jones: I ain't paying you nothing!
Mr. Huey: Oh, come on. You want to deny me a lousy dollar. After I've sweated like a pig giving you the gift of a clean windshield?
Ms. Jones: Fucking-A!
[Mr. Watson fires his gun at the back of Mr. Smith]
Mr. Smith: Very good, Mr. Watson. I told them, I can make a killer out of you.
[as Mr. Watson fires his gun at Mr. Smith]
[Mr. Huey knocks out Ms. Jones with his fake leg]
Mr. Huey: [as he kisses the wing tip of his fake leg] Nothing like a good wing tip.
JBN Reporter: [the JBN reporter tells of the story about the bizarre attack on Governor Eleanor Grant] Just minutes ago, shots were fired at Governor Grant. The police are just beginning to arrive on the scene. The details of the attempted assassination continue to pour in. This is going to prove to be one of the most bizarre stories of the year. Our sources are now pin-pointing a conspiracy which could point as high as Brendan Grant, Governor Grant's husband. This is a bizarre case, and we will give over to you any details, late breaking events, as we get them. Stephen Shuster, JBN.