Speed (1994) Poster

(1994)

Jeff Daniels: Harry

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  • Harry Temple : All right, pop quiz. Airport, gunman with one hostage. He's using her for cover; he's almost to a plane. You're a hundred feet away... Jack?

    Jack : Shoot the hostage.

  • Harry Temple : You shot me, I can't believe it. They're giving you a medal for shooting me, you little prick!

    Jack : Harry... you TOLD me to.

  • Howard Payne : See, I'm in charge here! I drop this stick, and they pick your friend here up with a sponge! Are you ready to die, friend?

    Harry : Fuck you!

    Howard Payne : Oh! In two hundred years we've gone from "I regret but I have one life to give for my country" to "Fuck you!"?

  • Jack : Tell me again Harry, why did I take this job?

    Harry Temple : Oh come on, thirty more years of this, you get a tiny pension and a cheap gold watch.

    Jack : Cool.

  • Harry Temple : What do you think?

    Jack : You're the expert, I just work here.

    Harry Temple : Looks pretty solid.

    Jack : Anyone we know?

    Harry Temple : I don't recognize the work, but he's pro.

    [checks watch] 

    Harry Temple : Oh, he's cutting it close.

    Jack : I don't like it.

    Harry Temple : What's to like? Mac said we hold, so we hold.

    [Jack begins looking around; Harry thinks] 

    Harry Temple : Alright, pop quiz. Airport, gunman with a hostage. He's using her for cover. He's almost to a plane. You're one hundred feet away.

    [Jack doesn't respond] 

    Harry Temple : Jack?

    Jack : Shoot the hostage.

    Harry Temple : What?

    Jack : Take her out of the equation. Go for the good wound and he can't get to the plane with her. Clear shot.

    Harry Temple : You're deeply nuts, you know that? "Shoot the hostage."

    [chuckles] 

    Jack : Harry, this is wrong. He's gonna blow it anyway.

    Harry Temple : Why?

    Jack : I don't know, gut feeling.

    Harry Temple : Yeah, well, right now Mac outranks your gut. So we sit.

    Jack : How much you think that elevator weights?

    Harry Temple : Jack, come on!

    Jack : Maybe we can do something about those hostages.

    Harry Temple : We're not gonna shoot em right?

  • Harry : [drunk]  Well, I'm gonna go home, have some sex.

    Jack : Harry, you're gonna go home and puke.

    Harry : Well that'll be fun too.

  • Harry : Guts'll get you so far, then they'll get you killed.

  • Jack : Was it good for you?

    Harry Temple : It was great for me.

    Jack : Elevator dropped.

    Harry Temple : Oh, that's good to know.

    [both sit down] 

    Jack : Is your watch slow?

    Harry Temple : No, no, he jumped the gun. We had three minutes left.

    Jack : Why's he do that? He's losing his three million.

    Harry Temple : I don't know, maybe he couldn't hold his wad long enough. It's a common problem among middle-aged men. So I'm told.

    Jack : [gets up, realizing]  He's here.

    Harry Temple : He could have blown that thing from Pacoima!

    Jack : No, he knew we were up to something. He's close by.

    Harry Temple : He's not gonna corner himself in a building. We evacuated anyways.

    [Jack looks disappointed] 

    Harry Temple : Alright. He'd wanna be here but he'd wanna stay mobile. Right?

    [Jack nods] 

    Harry Temple : The elevators.

    Jack : The passenger cars were stopped. They checked 'em out.

    Harry Temple : What about the freight elevators?

  • Robin : [Shows Harry a newspaper clipping]  Howard Payne, Atlanta P.D. Bomb Squad! Retired to Sun Valley in 1989 when a small charge left him with fingers numbering nine!

    Harry : That's our SCUMBAG!

  • Jack : [after contemplating a solution]  Maybe we can do something about these hostages.

    Harry : We're not gonna shoot them, right?

  • Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : Alright gentlemen, what we have here is 13 passengers in a express elevator. Below floor 30. Bomber's already taken out cables, bomber wants $3 million or he blows the emergency brakes.

    Harry Temple : What's our clock?

    Norwood : He gave one hour. That leaves us twenty-three minutes exactly.

    Swat Cop : Anything else that will keep this elevator from falling?

    Jack : Yeah, the basement.

    Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : The city would like to avoid that event, Officer Traven.

    Harry Temple : We can't just unload the passengers?

    Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : This is an express elevator gentlemen. The only way in or out is through access panels. Bomber's also wired the hatch to trigger the bomb, which seats him in the crazy-but-not-stupid section.

    Jack : Sir, Harry volunteers to examine the device.

    Harry Temple : Yeah, right.

    Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : Fine. The two of you check it out.

    Norwood : The nearest access panel is on the thirty-second floor in the lobby.

    Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : I want reports only, we're in a holding patern. Worthy, Briggs, I want you to secure base area, no one in or out. Everyone else, I want you to confirm building evac. Move!

    Jack : [to Harry]  Looks like we're walking.

  • Jack : Three triggers. One on the axle I can't really see, a cellular remote...

    Annie : [nervously]  Officer.

    Jack : ...and a timer running off a wristwatch.

    Harry : A watch? What kind of watch?

    Jack : Gold. Gold band, fairly cheesy.

    Annie : Officer.

    [he gives her the "hold on" gesture] 

    Annie : Officer!

    Jack : What's on your mind, Harry?

    Annie : Shit, what do I do?

    [grabbing the bus's internal PA microphone] 

    Annie : OFFICER!

  • Harry : Forget the files. I want you to start going through the pension fund. This guy's drawin' disability. He may not be LAPD, but he's livin' here now. I want pictures!

    [muttering to himself] 

    Harry : I've seen this asshole.

  • Harry : The watch is a shitty timer. Why use it? What's he sayin'?

    Robin : Lots of people have watches, Harry.

    Harry : This guy has no M.O. A bomber falls in love with one kind of bomb, and they're very monogamous. This guy uses C4, dynamite, different trigger every time, and now he throws in this watch.

    Robin : He's an encyclopedia of bombs. He knows every kind.

    Harry : Yeah, and everything we do to dismantle it.

    [a thought strikes him] 

    Harry : Wait a minute. I wanna look at the files for the last ten years.

    Robin : We did the mug shots already. That's not gonna help.

    Harry : No. I wanna look at cops.

  • Lt. Herb "Mac" McMahon : Temple, we just got a ransom demand from your dead terrorist. Says he's rigged a city bus. Where's Jack?

    Harry : Where do you think?

  • Harry : [Howard Payne has Harry as a hostage whilst holding a detonator stick]  Go ahead, drop the stick, do it!

    Jack : Shut up, Harry!

    Howard Payne : Oh, we got all the balls in the world right here man!

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