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Posted by SUBWAYSURF on Mon Sep 24 10:24:52 2007, in response to The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3, Take Three, posted by Amanda on Mon Sep 24 09:08:05 2007. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: All right, Al. You've heard from the Three Wise Men. Now what do you say?Mayor: What are THEY going to say, Warren? Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: "They" who? Mayor: Who? Everybody - the press, the man on the street. Mayor's wife: He means the voters. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: You know what they're going to say. The Times is going to support you. The News is going to knock you. The Post will take both sides at the same time. The rich will support you, likewise the blacks, and the Puerto Ricans won't give a shit. So come on, Al, quit stalling! Mayor: Will you stop bullying everybody, Warren? This is supposed to be a democracy! Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Wise up, for chrissake, we're trying to run a city, not a goddamn democracy! Al, quit farting around - we've got to pay! Mayor: Jessie, Jessie, what do you say? Mayor's wife: I know a million dollars sounds like a lot of money. But just think what you'll get in return. Mayor: What? Mayor's wife: Eighteen sure votes. Mayor: All right, all right. Warren, Warren, arrange for the payoff! Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Hallelujah. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: I once had a man shot for talking to me like that. Mr. Gray: Yeah, well, that's the difference between you and me. I've always done my own killing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: Ladies and gentlemen, it might interest you to know that the City of New York has agreed to pay for your release. [Hostages cheer] Old Man: Excuse me, sir. Do you mind telling me how much you're getting? Mr. Blue: What's it to you, sir? Old Man: A man likes to know his worth. Mr. Blue: One million dollars. Old Man: That's not so good. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: Be Quiet! Now be quiet! nothing will happen as long as you obey my orders. Pimp: Shit man that's what they said in Vietnam, and I still got my ass shot full of lead. Mr. Gray: Shut your mouth nigger! and keep it shut! Mr. Blue: Mr. Gray! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: The Africans used to pay me five thousand. Mr. Green: Five thousand a month? Geez... Mr. Blue: For leading a battalion. Mr. Green: What the hell'd you get out of that for? Mr. Blue: Because the market dried up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: You a policeman? [cop nods] Mr. Blue: Well done. The mayor will go to your funeral. [raises his gun and points it at the cop's head] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Correll: Christ, to hear you plead with that chickenshit makes me ashamed to be an American. Lt. Garber: Go away, will you, Frank? Go play with your trains. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Patrolman Miskowsky: This is a million dollars? Patrolman O'Keefe: It's what it buys, Albert, not what it weighs. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hooker: Listen, you little prick. Twenty bucks wouldn't buy you a good night kiss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Rico Patrone: Even great men have to pee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Caz Dolowicz: Oh, come on. If I've got to watch my language just because they let a few broads in, I'm going to quit. How the hell can you run a goddamn railroad without swearing? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mayor: Warren, suppose the hijackers start shooting at me? Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Will you stop? They have no reason to shoot at you. Mayor: Why - do you think they're from out of town? Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Get dressed, Al. I'll do the jokes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Correll: Don't bug me, Garber. I've got problems. Lt. Garber: Oh, yeah? What's the matter? Correll: Oh, nothing: a train is down, its radio's dead, the power's off, and it's dumped its load. Aside from that, everything's ginger peachy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Rico Patrone: We had a bomb scare in the Bronx yesterday, but it turned out to be a cantaloupe. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Rico Patrone: What's up, Z? Lt. Garber: You won't believe it. Lt. Rico Patrone: You know me, I'll believe anything. Lt. Garber: A train has been hijacked. Lt. Rico Patrone: I don't believe it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Rico Patrone: Wait a minute. I just figured out how they're going to get away. Lt. Garber: I'm listening. Lt. Rico Patrone: They're going to fly the train to Cuba. Lt. Garber: You're a sick man, Rico. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Correll: Whaddaya mean, you haven't got any buses? Go out and hijack some! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: [identifying himself as they drive up to the toll booth to question the attendant] Transit Authority. Toll Booth Officer: Still gotta pay. Lt. Garber: Hey, your name is Lattimer? Toll Booth Officer: What about it? Lt. Garber: Well, just answer a question, would you please, fella? Toll Booth Officer: Look, I don't work for you guys anymore. You don't get shit from me. Lt. Garber: Hey, can you account for your whereabouts today, Mr. Lattimer? Toll Booth Officer: Are you trying to connect me with that hijacking? Forget it! I've been here since 2:30 this afternoon. Lt. Garber: You sure? Toll Booth Officer: Sure? Ask anybody. Lt. Garber: Don't worry, we will. [they start to drive away] Toll Booth Officer: Hold it! It's still gonna be 50 cents. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bud Carmody: Jesus Christ, what was that? Mr. Brown: What was what? Bud Carmody: I didn't know these things went backwards. Mr. Brown: Now you know. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Denny Doyle: You're still in switching. Why don't you peg it up to series? You're green all the way. Mr. Green: Nah, we're in no hurry. [Mr. Green sneezes] Denny Doyle: Cold sounds pretty bad. Mr. Green: I don't know. I woke up in the middle of the night. [bright flash followed by a bang] Mr. Green: Sheesh. Mr. Blue: What happened? Mr. Green: Must have bucked. Mr. Blue: You told me you could drive this thing. Mr. Green: It wasn't me. Denny Doyle: No, it was the train. She bucks all the time, especially in that switching. She's a dog. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Green: What's your name, motorman? Denny Doyle: Uh, Denny Doyle. Mr. Green: Ever get written up? Denny Doyle: Uh, yes, sir. Once. Mr. Green: What for? Denny Doyle: Running a red signal. How about you? Mr. Green: Twice. Once on the Canarsie... Mr. Blue: That's right, Mr. Green. Tell Mr. Doyle all about yourself, will you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Rico, you want to make yourself useful? Get personnel and tell them to get together a list of all motormen discharged for cause during the past five to ten years. Lt. Rico Patrone: What are you looking for? Lt. Garber: Somebody down there knows how to drive a train. You don't pick that up watching Sesame Street. Tell them we want it today. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Did you get that list of motormen who were discharged for cause I asked you to get? Lt. Rico Patrone: Yeah - 78 names. Lt. Garber: Seventy-eight? Lt. Rico Patrone: Yeah, but it's not that bad. Eight are dead, 22 were rehired, eleven are in jail, 26 moved away, one's in a mental institution, and another's a member of the New York Police Department. Lt. Garber: That's our man right there. Lt. Rico Patrone: Sorry to disappoint you, Zachary, but he was accounted for. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: Now, then, ladies and gentlemen, do you see this gun? It fires 750 rounds of 9-millimeter ammunition per minute. In other words, if all of you simultaneously were to rush me, not a single one of you would get any closer than you are right now. I do hope I've made myself understood. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Green: I'm taking your brake handle and reverse key, Denny. I want your cutting key also. That's it. Mr. Blue: You'll be hearing from Command Center in a minute or two. You won't answer; you'll ignore the call. Is that clear, My. Doyle? Denny Doyle: Oh yes, sir, they can call all they want to. I'm deaf. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Inspector, that short move they made between 28th Street and 17th Street - why did they do that? Inspector Daniels: I don't know. Lt. Garber: Suppose they wanted to do something they didn't want anybody else to know about? Inspector Daniels: Like what? Lt. Garber: Like jumping off the train! Turn around, Inspector, we're going back to 17th Street. Inspector Daniels: Like hell we are! Lt. Garber: They are not on the train. I'm sure of it! Inspector Daniels: Look, Garber, I suggested that in the first place and you shot me down. Something about a dead man's feature? Lt. Garber: But they figured out how to beat that! That's their plan! That's what they started with! Inspector Daniels: [to his driver] Turn this thing around and burn rubber. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspector Daniels: You better be right about this, Garber. Lt. Garber: Well, even if I am, it's probably too late. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Correll: Boy, I never thought I'd see the day when talking to murderers took priority over running a railroad. Lt. Garber: Get off it, will you, Frank? My only priority is saving the lives of these passengers. Correll: Screw the goddamn passengers! What the hell did they expect for their lousy 35 cents - to live forever? Lt. Garber: Oh, you're beautiful. Lt. Garber: [into mike] Do you read me, Pelham One Two Three? Correll: If I was running things, I'd go in there with guns and tear gas and blast them out. Lt. Garber: Yeah, well you're not running things, so why don't you start doing your own work and let the police do theirs, huh? Correll: Like that lily-livered cop on the train, huh? When the hell's he going to start shooting? Lt. Garber: We don't even know if it *is* a he. Lt. Garber: [into mike] Do you read me, Pelham One Two Three? Correll: Lady cops - what the hell good are they? She probably can't even find her gun in her goddamn purse! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mayor: Warren, I've thought it over. I know what we're going to do. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: You tell me. Mayor: We're going to let 'em keep the goddamn subway train. Hell, we've got plenty of them; we'll never even miss it. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: How about the 18 hostages, Al? Are we going to miss them? Mayor: Warren, goddammit, this city hasn't got a million dollars! Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Then you better empty out one of your Swiss bank accounts because there's no other way out. Mayor: Don't we get even to think about it? Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: There's no time. Mayor: All right. I still want the full picture. Get me the police commissioner, the chairman of the Transit Authority, and that putz we've got for a Comptroller. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: They're on their way over. But it's no good running to them, Al. You're the man. The buck stops with you. Mayor: Oh, shit! Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: God help us. Mayor: Shit! Piss! Fuck! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Gray opens the storm door for Green] Mr. Green: Thanks, Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray: Don't mention it, uh, Mr. Green, right? Mr. Green: Right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bud Carmody: What's he going to do? Mr. Brown: You wouldn't want me to s-s-spoil the surprise, would you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: [looking for the inspector] Inspector Daniels? Inspector Daniels: [identifying himself] Daniels. Lt. Garber: [realizing DCI Daniels is African-American] Oh, I, uh, thought you were, uh, like a shorter guy or - I don't know what I thought. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Patrolman O'Keefe: I always wanted to do this. Look, we're scaring the shit out of everybody. Patrolman Miskowsky: Yeah, including me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Hey, Frank, you know who went down to 28th Street from Grand Central? Correll: Yeah, Caz Dolowicz. Why? Lt. Garber: Sheesh. I knew him. Correll: What do you mean, you "knew" him? Lt. Garber: They just shot him. Correll: Dead? [Garber nods] Correll: Caz? Fat Caz? Lt. Garber: Yep. Correll: Awwww, shit! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Frank, how much longer before the track's clear all the way to South Ferry? Correll: You mean before this railroad is so totally fucked up it'll take a computer to put it back together? Lt. Garber: Yes, Frank, that's what I meant. Correll: About five or six minutes. I got a snag over at Brooklyn Bridge. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inspector Daniels: Garber, I just had a terrible thought: suppose they're not on the train? What if they set the throttle and jumped off? While we're chasing the train, they're sneaking out of an emergency exit somewhere behind us. Lt. Garber: Ingenious thought, sir, except for one thing: it's impossible. Inspector Daniels: Why? Lt. Garber: Little gizmo known as a dead man's feature. It was built into the controller handle in case a motorman should ever drop dead. The controller handle has to have a man's hand pressing down on it hard at all times. Otherwise, the thing don't work. The train stops cold. Inspector Daniels: Uh-huh. I see. Lt. Garber: Nice try, though. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Rico Patrone: This is Lieutenant Patrone, Operations... Where are you now? Patrolman James: 28th Street southbound... Hey look, Lieutenant, everything cooled out, I mean nothing happening... Now what's going on? Lt. Rico Patrone: Look, don't react to this, but a train's been hijacked! Patrolman James: Holy shit! Lt. Rico Patrone: For God's sake, don't say anything! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Caz Dolowicz: When did the power go? Hey, conductor, when did the power go? Conductor: Who wants to know? Caz Dolowicz: Me! The supervisor of the Grand Central Tower wants to know! Conductor: Oh yes, sir, a couple of minutes ago. Hey, what happened down there? A man go under? Caz Dolowicz: Who wants to know? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: Excuse me, do you people still execute in this state? Lt. Garber: What? Oh, execute. No, not at the moment. Mr. Blue: Pity. [he then steps on the third rail and electrocutes himself] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: It is 2:24, Lieutenant, you've got forty-nine minutes. Lt. Garber: Be reasonable, will you? We're trying to cooperate with you but we can't do anything if you don't give us enough time to work with. Mr. Blue: Forty-nine minutes. Lt. Garber: We're dealing with City Hall, for God's sake, you know what a mess of red tape that is? Mr. Blue: Forty-nine minutes. Lt. Garber: Look, fella, we know how to tell time as well as you do, but we're not gonna get anywhere if all you do is repeat forty-nine minutes! Mr. Blue: Forty-*eight* minutes. Lt. Garber: Yeah, all right, we'll get back to you as soon as we can. [after shutting off the mike] Lt. Garber: Son of a bitch. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [first lines] Mr. Mattson: Okay, kid, out loud now so's I can hear what you're sayin'. Bud Carmody: I'm checkin' the passengers gettin' on and off... Mr. Mattson: Uh-huh. Bud Carmody: Front and back. Shuttin' the doors. Rear section first and the first section. And the doors are closed. Now I'm checking my indicator lights to make sure all the doors are locked. I remove my switch key and back out the window for a distance of three car lengths to make sure no one's being dragged. 51st Street next stop; next stop, 51st Street. How'd I do? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [last lines] Lt. Garber: Sorry if we bothered you, Mr. Longman. Come on, Rico. Mr. Green: [Mr. Green sneezes] Lt. Garber: Gesundheit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: These are the assignment desks, one for each of the lines. This is the BMT, the IRT. Here's the IND. There's our artist in residence. And right through here's our operations lieutenant, Enrico Patrone, who on weekends works for the mafia. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: Hallelujah! Alright, fellas, you heard him. Phil, pass the word to the bad guys that we're coughing up. Sid, what bank do we do the most business with? Transit Authority Chairman: City National Trust. I'll give them a call. Deputy Mayor Warren LaSalle: I'll call. You'll take an hour trying to knock down the interest rate. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Blue: What did they catch you doing? Mr. Green: Nothing. They framed me. The beakies needed a fall guy. Mr. Blue: The beakies? Mr. Green: Transit cops. Undercover guys. They got wind of a gang passing dope, you know, transporting from downtown uptown and giving it to a motorman, somebody picking it up in Harlem. They tried to pin the evidence on me but they didn't find anything. Mr. Blue: You were innocent? Mr. Green: Course I was innocent. Do you think I'd do a thing like that? What's the matter with you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Correll: I don't give a rat's ass for your fucking instructions. I'm not lifting a finger to help the killers of Caz Dolowicz. Correll: [Grabbed by the shirt by Lt.Garber] Hey, Jesus! Lt. Garber: Now you listen to me, you dumb son of a bitch. You don't do what I tell you, you'll be having *dinner* tonight with Caz Dolowicz! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Rico, she's moving. Lt. Rico Patrone: Whose moving? Lt. Garber: Who do you think? Pelham! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: Inspector Daniels? She's moving, sir. Inspector Daniels: Whose moving? Lt. Garber: What's the matter with everybody? How many hijacked trains have we got around here, anyway? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lt. Garber: [after talking to Mr Blue on the radio] The guy who's talking's got a heavy English accent. He could be a fruitcake. |
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