NICK OF TIME
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Title: Nick of Time
Year: 1995 Johnny Depp plays: Gene Watson Directed by: John Badham Written by: Patrick Sheane Duncan Genre: Crime/Drama/Thriller MPAA Rating: R Runtime: 90 minutes |
PLOT
On a normal afternoon for accountant Gene Watson, the
minutes and hours pass with little notice or concern. Not today. He is about to
experience the sort of drama that holds morbid fascination when splashed across
the news. Random chance has just placed him in one of those horrific,
incredulous situations. Arriving at Union Station in downtown Los Angeles for an
appointment, Gene and his six-year-old daughter Lynn are suddenly taken hostage
by police impostors. Gene is told he must commit a murder within the next 90
minutes or his daughter will die. The target of his deadly assignment is an
innocent public figure. Any effort Watson makes to go to the authorities is
stymied by the sure knowledge that the kidnappers will retaliate by killing his
daughter. In his frantic race against the clock, each moment has quick and
deadly consequences.
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QUOTES
Gene Watson: Kisses to you.
Lynn Watson: No, kisses to you!
Gene Watson: You're out of your mind.
Mr. Smith: What's your point?
Gene Watson: Don't run off now, sweetpea. Stay close to daddy.
Gene Watson: Ma'am? I'll take my daughter.
Mr. Smith: There was this guy, big guy, Irish-Italian, red-faced,
black-haired, jolly son of a bitch...
[Gene turns away slightly]
Mr. Smith: ...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.
And he was a pal. I loved the crazy mick, and 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. 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: 'Cause 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, I put him
down like a sick animal. So, if you got doubts about what's gonna 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. You do what you're
supposed to do, young man. You do it now.
Ms. Jones: 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 grease the front of my car with 'em.
