All language subtitles for Cold Sweat (1993) Unrated

(Rock music)

(Dialing)

(Offscreen) -Operator: Please hang up
and try your call again.

Please hang up
and try your call again.

This is a recording.

(Car horn)

-Hey, watch it,
buddy!

Some people, huh?

Another foot and--

-This must be
our lucky day.

-Must be.

(Dramatic music)

(Gunshot)

I broke my shoe.
I--

(Gunshots)

(Grunting)

(Water running)

-Ah, geez!

(Screams)

Yes! Yes!

Whoa!

What the hell's
this?

-It's good,
healthy food.

-I like eggs
for breakfast, okay?

High calorie foods.
Eggs and bacon.

-Well, you've been looking
a little run down lately

and I thought you could
use the vitamins.

-Did you talk
to your broker?

-I'm not giving you
the money, Larry.

-It's not a gift.
It's a loan.

-Don't yell at me.

Business is business
and my money is my money.

It's too risky.

-You woulda loaned it
to me ten years ago.

-Yeah well, ten years ago
you would'nt've asked me.

-I can't even get it
on the fork.

(tv sounds)

-Hey!

-You've watched enough
stuff. Get your coats

or you'll miss
your bus.

(Horn honking)

-Hey guys, have
a good day at school.

-Here you go.
Lunch boxes?

-Bye.

-Kids: Bye.

-Thanks, Mark.

You look
a little tired.

Couldn't sleep again
last night?

-Yeah, my back's
been bugging me, that's all.

-Can I help?

-That's okay.

-I don't know why
you're bothering.

I never felt better.

-Sounds like a god damn
drum solo.

-Larry: Yeah, yeah,
well it's normal, okay?

I got a type-A
personality.

-Keyman insurance
is serious business, Larry.

-Larry: Yeah.
-I think he's trying
to tell you

he's worried about you,
Larry.

-Doctor: Yeah, I can't
sleep at night.

Point is, if something
should happen to you

or Sean...
-Larry: Yeah, I know.
I know.

The payout would be
obscene.

The point is, doc,
is anything happened

to me or Sean,
this company would make

a lot of money.

-Doctor: Money, now there's
an interesting concept.

I want you to come in
to the clinic.

I'd like to run
a few tests.

-Too busy.

Look, doc...

Don't worry about me,
I'm invincible.

-I never worry about
my patients, Larry.

Especially you.

I'll send the policies
around to your office.

-Thanks for
the house call.

Jerk.

Louise, fire me up
a bromo!

-You know, Larry,
I got hooked up with you

because you said this was
a great business.

Unlimited potential.

Real estate, you said.

It's the only sure thing
for the '90s.

-Uh huh, and I got
hooked up with you

because you said
you had money, okay?

-I fixed the meeting.

Mr. Nash will be here
Wednesday at three.

-Larry: What? I don't want him
here Wednesday at three.

I thought we said we were
gonna push that up?

Thank you, Louise.
Go, go.

-Larry, we this close
to having the banks

call in our loans.

We have to meet with him.

-Okay. We'll meet him.

We'll lie.

Sean, where we
going for lunch?

-Sorry, can't.
Have an appointment.

-Larry: You've been going
to that same damn shrink

three times a week
for the last year

and you haven't changed.

That should tell you
something.

-I like the conversation.

(Upbeat music)

Beth...

You know how my tie
got in the toilet?

-Larry called,
he forgot his briefcase.

He wants you
to bring it in.

-You're a bitch.

(Giggles)

-So he tells me.

-Yeah well, even Larry's
right sometimes.

-I take it you don't want me
to leave him for you then?

-He'd kill me.

Shit.

Ninety bucks
and gets stuck in the toilet.

(Offscreen)
-Louise: It's nice to see you
again, Mr. Nash.

-Nice to see you.

-Mr. Moore and
Mr. Mathieson

will be with you
shortly.
-Thanks.

-How have you been?

-Been fine.
You?
-Good.

-Conrad, glad
you could come.

-Hi, Larry.

-Let me take
your coat, Conrad.

-Thank you.
-Would anybody like
coffee?

-Sean: Yeah, I'd love one.
Thanks.
-No, thanks.

-No thanks,
Louise.

-Well, Conrad,
why don't we

skip the small talk
and cut to the chase.

We have an offer here--

(dramatic music)

-Shhh.

No screaming,
not yet.

Not yet.

-I thought I took
your key away.

-You did.

Then you gave it back.

-I said I'd call you.

-You never do.

-You were never home.

-Can you blame me?

-What you got in
the bag, big guy?

-Wouldn't you like
to know?

(Upbeat music)

-Nash, you can't
pull out on us now!

Son of a bitch,
why didn't you

keep your mouth shut?

I had him.

-Gimme a break.

You weren't making
any sense.

-It wasn't supposed
to make sense.

I was stalling.

After all,
we need time.

-He wasn't buying,
I could tell.

My expansion proposal
was our last chance.

-Your proposal?

-Larry...

Why don't we just
take him up on his offer

to buy us out?

-Never.

As in, not
on your life.

-Fine.

(Phone ringing)

-Take this out
on your way?

-Yeah, sorry about
the mess.

-When are you gonna
get rid of those toys?

-When I, uh--

when I grow up.

-You'll never grow up.

That's why I married Larry.

-You married Larry...

Because I didn't ask ya.

-Well, maybe I would've
said no.

-Yeah, right.

-You're a smug
son of a bitch, aren't you?

-I know.

-Bye.

-Later, Beth.

(Knocking)

(Whistles)

-Mr. Moore,
how ya doing?

How you feeling?
You feeling okay?
-Could be worse.

-Yeah, it could
always be worse.

That's for sure.

-Yeah, what's with
the small talk?

Come on, come on.

-Okay.

-There's no coke.
Where's my coke?

-Yeah, I know,
I couldn't--

I can get you
some speed though.

That's no problem.

-Forget it.

-Alright.
You owe me four.

-Yeah.

-Okay, pleasure doing
business with ya.

-Now look.

I need, uh, something.

I need someone
to do something for me.

-Yeah, you and me both.
That's for sure.

-It's a delicate job
and, uh,

it's the sort of--
(Beeping)

-Where did that thing go?
Here it is.

Go ahead,
you can tell me.

What, are you gonna think
you're gonna

shock me or something?

-I need to have
someone killed.

(Dramatic music)

-You know what,
you scare me sometimes, Larry.

You're a little
out of control. You know,

maybe you should
back off on that shit.

Not use so much.

-Well, can you help me?

-You want someone killed?
Who?

-What do you care who?

-It's gonna cost ya.

-How much?

-I don't know.
I got a friend,

he knows someone...

-I want to meet this guy.

-You don't want
to meet this guy, trust me.

Better off you don't know him,
he doesn't know you.

Everyone's protected.

I'll take care of it.
-When?

-I don't know.
He'll call ya.

-When?

-He'll call ya,
when he feels like it.

Say hi to your wife.

(Toy guns firing)

(Offscreen)
-Kid #1: Die, die!

-Hey, hey, hey,
come on, you guys.

Take it outside.

-Wait a second,
where did you get the guns?

-From me.

-Take 'em downstairs,
guys.

I'd rather they didn't
play with guns, Mark.

-Okay. I'm sorry.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Hang on.

I'll take this upstairs.

Okay, Joanne.

So...

I don't know.

I've been thinking about
taking a break.

Look, I appreciate
the business.

It's just--

well, I don't know.

The last one kind of
spooked me.

(Laughing)

-Lucky day, my ass!

(Slap)

(Bell tolling)

-Hey, guys.

Take a look at this.

So what do you think?

-Wow!

Can we take 'em
to hockey practice?
-Sure, you can.

-They're great.
Come on, guys, in the car.

We're gonna be late.

They're terrific, thanks.

-So what you like
for supper?

-Uh, just order
some pizza.

We'll be home around five.

-Take it easy, guys.

(Offscreen)
-Kids: Bye.

(Horn honks)

(Glass shatters)

-You're screwing around
on me, aren't you?

-How's your trout?

-Who is it?
Answer me!

-Why are you doing this,
Larry?

Is it because I won't
give you the money?

(Phone rings)

-Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Oh. I've been
expecting your call.

Look, um...

Yeah.

What?

Sixty grand?!

Are you out of your mind?

Yeah. Uh-huh.
Okay. Right. Bye.

-Who was that?

-Nothing, just business.

(Offscreen)
-Joanne: Mark, what are you
doing up there?

-I'm coming.

Don't look at me
like that.

What?

Look...

I shot you, alright?

It happened.

Can't you just pretend you fell
under a bus or something

and leave me alone?

-Oh, I can't do that.

What would we have
to talk about?

(Offscreen)
-Joanne: Mark,
are you coming?

-Thanks.

-It's just how
you like it.

-Louise?

-Yes, Mr. Moore.

-Book me a flight
to Montreal tomorrow morning.

-Alright.
-And, um...

My usual suite
at the ritz.

-Okay.

-And make that
two first class tickets.

-Is Mr. Mathieson
going with you?

-No. I want you
to come.

Just business,
of course.

I hope you don't mind.

-Why would I mind?

-Good. Um--

when we get to Montreal,

I'd like you to get used
to calling me Larry.

-I'll try and get
used to it.

Larry.

(Phone ringing)

(Offscreen)
-Sean: Larry?

-Yeah?

-Sean: Why are you going
to Montreal?

-Money.

-Whose?
-You'll find out
soon enough.

-Come on, Larry,
we're equal partners.

You can't keep me
in the dark like this.

(Phone rings)

-You're right.

We should be totally
honest with each other.

After all, you're not
keeping anything from me,

are you?

-Absolutely not.

-Okay.

He's an old college buddy.

He's got some bucks.

-Alright, well,
I want to be there.

-Sean, it's just a couple
old pals getting together,

swapping stories.

Then maybe
a little business.

You'd be in the way.

-I didn't even know
you went to college.

-I did go to college.

(Screams)

-Oh, god dammit, Mitch!

You scared me
half to death.

What if Larry
had been with me?

-He would've had
a fucking heart attack.

-Damn you, we agreed
if we were gonna do this,

it was gonna be
on my terms.

-Your terms have always been

anywhere, anytime.

-Yeah, what if Larry
had been with me this time?

-Fuck Larry, you know.

-What?

-You know fucking Larry's
trying to have somebody killed?

-Really?
-Yeah.

I hope it's not you.

-Yeah, it's me.
It's gotta be me.

He needs the money.

Oh god.
-What do you want
to do about it?

-So, ready for bed?

-Well, I--

I was going to do
another couple of miles,

but, uh--

-But, uh--

But don't wear
yourself out.

-Mark?

Mark, what's wrong?

Oh, Mark...

Let's go away together
this weekend, just--

just the two of us
without the kids.

-I have to go away myself
for a couple of days.

Sorry, business.

Look, um...

Why don't you come
with me?

We can leave the kids
with your mom.

I'm sure I'll have
a bit of spare time.

What do you say?

-I'd like that.

-What's with
the stupid mask?

-I don't want anyone
to recognize me.

-Think this is funny?

-Matter of fact,
I do.

You sure you still
want to go through with this?

-How will I know
when it's done?

-Read the newspaper.

-He screws up,
I'll kill him!

-Say hi to your wife.

-Hey, sweetheart.

You want to
fool around?

-I've got to get this done.

-Oh, come on.

You always got
to get something done.

How come we don't
make it anymore?

-Larry, you're being
unpleasant.

Why don't you
go to sleep?

-Hey, not tired.

Busy making deals,
celebrating.

-Piss off.

For Christ sake...

(Phone rings)

Yes?

-You entertaining
or something?

-No, I'm alone.

-Listen, I talked to Larry.
He's, uh...

He's definitely not
after you, he's after Sean.

-Are you sure
it's not me?

-No, no, no,
relax.

He's definitely
after Sean.

I got a photo
and everything.

Besides, wouldn't want
anything to happen to you.

You know that.

The problem is we don't
know what he hell

he's gonna do next.

-I do.

Okay, bye.

-I want you to give me
a call from Montreal.

I want to know how
it's going.

-Yeah, I'll call you
Friday.

You'll be home Friday night,
right?

-Yeah, I got no plans.

-Good. Well,
I hope I have great news.

-Me too.

-Oh, Mr. Mathieson.

-Louise...

-I put the files
we'll need in my suitcase.

I'll get the limo
organized.

We should leave
in five minutes.

-Yeah. Great.

-Are you taking Louise?

-Yeah, well, uh, there's plenty
of paperwork to do.

I mean, if the deal
goes through,

she'll be busy.
I'll need her.

-Yeah, good idea.

Have a fruitful trip.

-Bye, Sean.

(Laughing)

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-Was it me?

-No.
No, not at all.

It's me. It's--

it's nothing.

Nothing--nothing's
working right.

-Just a little
to the right.

Right there,
good, good, good.

-Sean: Do you and Larry...

Fuck in this bed?

-What do you think?

-I don't know why,
but it bugs me.

-Do the other shoulder.

-You know...

Maybe it's not
such a bad idea

to divorce Larry.
-And what?
Marry you?

-What's so funny?

-Have you been looking
in my bank book again?

-This...

Has nothing to do
with money.

-Oh boy.

-What is so
god damn funny?

-Oh, you are
a terrible liar.

I mean, you know that if
it weren't for Larry

you wouldn't be sleeping
with me at all.

-You're right.

-Nice. Too bad
that's all it's good for.

-Do you mind?

-David cook never had
a problem getting it up.

-Well, he does now.

-I suppose so.

So did you watch us
in the office?

You must've.

Did it turn you on?

-Not really.

-Oh, come on.

Not just a little?

-I barely noticed you.

-Oh really?

Well, I've always admired
a man with self control.

So what are you
thinking about now?

Death?

Maybe it's just killing people
that turns you on.

-What's going on?
What are you doing?

-Look, Mark, your heart's
not in this

and quite frankly,
I'd rather be with the kids.

-Oh, come on, Joanne,
I said I'm sorry.

-No.

-Look, I'll make it
up to you.

-No.

It was a mistake
for me to come.

(Knocking)

-Hey, how you doing?

-What the fuck
are you doing here?

I told you to call me
on the phone.

-Yeah, I know, I just wanted
to make sure

that you had this.

I took my cut already.

-I believe you.

-Yeah.

-So who's the lucky winner?

-Name is Sean Mathieson.

Just another asshole
in a suit.

You're doing the world
a favor.

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Chatter on radio)

(Giggling)

-What's wrong?

Can't stop thinking
about me?

-Believe me,
I'm trying.

Joanne?

Oh...

It's you.

What do you want?

-Nervous?

-Hardly.

-So, if we'd met before
all this happened...

Would you have wanted
to fuck me?

Bet you would have.

Bet it crossed your mind.

I'm dead.
You killed me, remember?

(Phone rings)

(Water running)

(Phone rings)

-Wrong floor.

-Where can I drop you?

-Uh, second,
I believe.

-Second it is.

Second floor?

-I forgot my smokes
in the car.

(Car beeps)

-Well, you can get
the chocolate bar.

(Car starts)

(Spraying water)

-Deja vu?

-Surprise.

Beth?

(Sean singing)

(Offscreen)
-Beth: Larry,
is that you?

(Smash)

Think you'll live?

-I'm trying.

Look out!

(Gun clicks)

Dammit.

-Larry's got one
in his desk.

You want me to get it?

-Yeah.

-Here.

-Never mind.

-What are you
doing here anyway?

-I wanted to surprise you.

It's a good thing
I came.

I don't even want to think
about what would've happened

if I hadn't.

-Yeah.

Okay, what are we gonna
do with him?

-Let the cops
deal with it.

-It's easy for you to say,
I killed him.

-Look, he was a thief
or a rapist.

It was self defense.

-Larry'll find out
about us.

Who knows what
he'll do.

-Hey, no one has to know
I was here.

-Oh, I think they do.

-Okay. Okay.

No cops.

Do you have a saw?

-I don't know.

I'll look.

-Beth, it was
a joke.

-Very funny.

Sean?
-Yeah?

-What's it gonna be?
The dump or the river?

-I don't know.
I figure we might as well

take him back
to his motel room.

-Good idea.

-If he fits.

Alright, I'm gonna have to
bend his legs up

while you get down there.

Wait, what do you know,
they still bend.

-How am I gonna get
his head in?

-Just hold on.
-Help me lift him.

We'll flip him,
let's flip him over.

-Alright.

-Go.

-You did bring the keys,
didn't you?

-I'm looking.

Shit.

Help me!

(Knocking,
car starts)

-Mark, are you here?

Mark?

(Knocking)

-Sean: I don't think there's
anybody here.

-Beth: Sean,
just open it.

-What do you think?

-I think we should
get on with it.

Why don't you back the car in,
I'm just gonna--

while I double check
the place.

-Okay. Alright.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Okay, I'll get
some towels.

-What for?

-Fingerprints.

-Shit.

What did I touch?

Light switch,
night table.

-Okay.

-Hello.

-What is it?

-His wallet.

-Yeah, well, take it
and let's go.

-That's why.

-I don't get it.

-He was a pro.

Don't you see?

Silencer on the gun,
motel means

he's from out of town.

Beth...

Larry hired a fucking
assassin to kill you.

-No.
-Yeah.

He had your picture, Beth.

It's obvious Larry will do
anything to get his hands

on your trust fund.

There's a window
of opportunity here.

We have the killer.

What we need is
the victim.

-Larry.

-Larry.

God rest his soul.

-He gets in
at midnight.

You got a story?

-Have I got a story.

Larry screws him
on a deal.

Alright, I'm sure
I can find some paperwork

on it in the office.

Bozo here tries to even,
but it gets messy.

He gets hurt,
drops his ID...

And dies in his motel room.

Let's do this.

Come on, baby,
let's do this.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Okay? This is
gonna be great.

-Don't you think we should
let the blood dry first?

-Okay.

-Come on, we gotta go.

-Come on, let's go.
Come on.

-Okay.

-Mark. Mark?

-Dammit.

Yes!

-Oh, it's you.

Sorry about that,
Mr. Mathieson.

I didn't think
you work nights.

-Yeah, well, it's, uh...

It's a recession,
you know,

twice the work,
half the pay.

-I wouldn't know,
I'm union.

-Thanks, Gus.

-Jesus...

Jesus...

Joanne...

What--what the hell
happened?

-You tell me.

-Sean, you little shit.

I know it's not
the greatest plan.

We have no choice.

He's dead anyway.

He's got a revolver.

Sean's gonna.

Yeah, okay.
No, no.

Wait for me.

I don't know how long.

Just wait.

Don't worry,
it'll work out fine.

Uh huh. Yeah.

Oh, that's what
I want to hear.

Okay, bye.

(Gasp)

-Who were you
talking to?

-I hate that.

-Who were you
talking to?

-The airport.
I called about Larry's flight.

-And?

-Right on time.

-Great.

You got a bowl?

-Yeah.

This is what I found
in Larry's pockets.

-Geez, it's amazing
he lived this long.

You sure his flight's
on time?

-Positive.

What do you think?

-I think it's perfect.

Red kinda suits you.

-Oh please, no more
fucking lies.

I know everything.

-So why are you still here,
Joanne?

-I don't want to be involved
in this, Mark.

-You don't have
to be involved.

-But you didn't give me
much of a choice, did you?

-Look, I was gonna
tell you the truth.

-Where did all
the lies come from, Mark?

-Nothing's gonna happen
to you and the kids, I promise.

-No, you're right.

Not my children.
Not my family.

-She'll pay for
the cab.

-Whatever, man.

-Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

My god...

-Sean: Larry?

Larry?

Jesus.

What happened?

-It was a mistake.

He killed her.

-Who did?

-I don't know.

What are you doing here?

-I--I came to see you,
business.

(Dialing)

Uh, Moore.

97 bel air place,
suite 10-05.

There's...a woman.

I--I think she's dead.

Yeah, please hurry.

-You killed her,
didn't you?

-Don't be ridiculous.

Would I still be here
calling the police?

Larry...

I loved her much more
than you did.

Beth and I were
having an affair.

-Oh, don't flatter
yourself.

She was screwing you
to piss me off.

-It really kills you
to know that she loved me,

doesn't it?

-Larry: I don't know
what you mean.

-Sean: Of course you don't.

So Larry, how's your buddy,
the money man?

-Larry: Oh, him.
Great.

We're negotiating
a big--

-Sean: You're a worse
fucking liar than I am.

-Larry: I am not.
-Sean: Ask Beth.

-Wait a minute.

You came here...

You're supposed to be...

-Where?

At home?

Dead?

-I don't know what
you're talking about.

-Come on, Larry.

What, are you gonna tell me
the cleaning lady did it?

He missed, Larry.

Came up tails
for Beth.

-Maybe that moron missed,
but I'm not gonna.

-That won't work.

-Oh yeah, it will.

I'll just say that
somebody broke into the house

and then--and Beth
got a gun,

and then...

(Gun clicks)

-I meant the gun.

Top you up?

Why don't you
have a seat?

-Have a nice trip,
dear?

-Beth?

(Vomits)

-Watch the carpet.

Shit!

It's not gonna work,
he threw it all up.

-Fucking slob.

Come on,
let's go, Larry.

Come on.
-What?

Christ.

(Door opens)

Did you hear that?

-I didn't hear
anything.

-Stay here.

-Larry: Beth?

-Shut up.

(Runs water)

So?

Told you there was
nothing.

I gotta get the stains
out of the carpet

before it sets.

-Does Larry use
a straight razor?

-Electric, sorry.

-Got any scissors?

-On the shelf.

-Sean: Things don't look
too good, do they, Larry?

Not too hot for you,
is it?

You're about to relax
in the tub...

And the guy breaks in
to confront you.

But you put up
a bit of a struggle.

-Ow!

-Good.

Very good.

Very good.

Larry...

You know, I'm afraid
Beth and I are gonna

have to sell the condo.

I don't think I'd enjoy living
here very much after this.

Now...

In the struggle...

The guy...

Grabs the scissors...

And he slices your wrist.

He severs an artery.

Come on, Larry.
Come on.

Come on, give me--

Come on. Give me
your wrist.

You're not cooperating.

Look...

They say
this is clean

and painless.

(Larry screaming)

Well, what do you know,
they were wrong about that.

Now all we need is
a place to plant the wallet.

-Do you mind getting me
some towels

from the closet,
please?

-Anything for you,
babe.

-Mitch: Get back.

Back.

Get on your knees.

-Beth.

-It's okay, Sean.

I don't think
he wants me.

-Mitch: Why don't you
close that door, Beth?

You don't want to wake up
the whole neighborhood.

-Back off, Mitch.

-Jesus Christ,
I thought you were dead.

-It's hard to tell
sometimes.

Where's my fucking
wallet?

-It's in my pocket.

-Yeah.

-Please, don't kill me.

-Beth: Do it.

Do it.

-This is your lucky day.

(Gunshot)

-You can go home now, Mark.

You're out of the loop.

How 'bout that?

(Rock music)

-Nice night.

I just...

I'm sorry, Catherine.

I know it's not
worth much, but...

I'm sorry.

(Sirens)

-So what happened?

-We got the wallet back.

-Beth: The business
was failing.

They were fighting
all the time.

They loved each other
like brothers.

Then when he...

When he killed Sean...

Larry just locked
himself in the bathroom.

I didn't get a chance...

To talk to him.

Say goodbye.

(Dramatic music)