The Glimmer Man (1996)
Steven Seagal: Lt. Jack Cole
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Quotes
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Jack Cole : It's called a mala. Tibetan pray beads.
Jim Campbell : What do you use 'em for?
Jack Cole : I use 'em to calm my mind and to purify my thoughts.
Jim Campbell : Yeah, I use Jack Daniels!
Jack Cole : See now, we're trying to go to same place. We're just using different technique.
Jim Campbell : Except I don't wear the bottle around my neck!
Jack Cole : That's because you'd lose your job if you did...
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Donald Cunningham : Has anybody ever told you you're a real pain in the ass?
Jack Cole : All the time.
[Donald points his gun at Cole]
Donald Cunningham : You're not gonna have to hear it anymore. I'm gonna take care of you like I took care of your ex-wife.
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Jack Cole : You know, when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, I think you're probably happy. Pleased at what you see. And that disturbs me. So I'm gonna take it on as my responsibility to make sure that you never get to look in the mirror again.
Donald Cunningham : I woke up happy, I'm goin' to bed happy. 'Cause you're gonna be dead.
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[Deverell hears a tape of Smiths conversation with Cole]
Jack Cole : How's that, asshole! I know you're friends with everyone from the postman to the President, but I guarantee *none* of them will touch you with a ten foot pole once this shit gets out.
Frank Deverell : Detective Cole. You're persistent, I'll give you that.
Jack Cole : It looks like I have something you want, you've got something I want.
Frank Deverell : What do you want?
Jack Cole : Donald. Donald's your trigger-man, right?
Frank Deverell : I'm listening.
Jack Cole : I want him, not you. I want you to deliver him to me in a nice pretty bow with the murder weapon, I'll take it from there. You take the tape. My name gets clean. Your name stays clean. Everyone's happy. How's that sound?
Frank Deverell : Done.
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[Donald ends up impaled to an iron gate in a crucifix position]
Jack Cole : I don't think you'll be waking up happy now.
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Jack Cole : C'mon. Take your best shot!
[Cunningham swings and misses]
Jack Cole : No, I said your *best* shot!
[Cunningham swings and misses several times]
Jack Cole : Boring!
[Cunningham swings and misses several more times, then gets Cole in the nose]
Jack Cole : Is that the *best* you got, boy?
[Cunningham swings and misses]
Jack Cole : 'Cause if that's the best you got, I'm just gonna have to kill you.
Jack Cole : [starts choking Cunningham] IS *THAT* ALL YOU GOT?
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Jim Campbell : Have you seen Casablanca?
Jack Cole : You're asking me, have I seen Casablanca?
Jim Campbell : Have you?
Jack Cole : A guy like me, not seen Casablanca?
Jim Campbell : Well have you?
Jack Cole : No.
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Jack Cole : [regarding a dead Russian woman] What else do you see?
Jim Campbell : She's got nice tits.
Jack Cole : Exactly. But I think a little *too* nice.
[takes a scalpel and cuts open the woman's breast, removing a gel-filled implant with a serial number on it]
Jack Cole : Okay, partner. Run this number.
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Jack Cole : Once and a while you should cry because it cleanses the soul and you can use a little bit of that.
Jim Campbell : If I need a cleansing, I'll have a bran muffin.
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Jack Cole : Do you speak Russian?
Jim Campbell : A little bit.
[Campbell starts banging the suspect's head to the trunk of the car]
Jim Campbell : Answer, god damn mother fucker! Or I'll beat the shit out of your dumb ass!
Jack Cole : You speak good Russian!
Jim Campbell : Yes, black Russian!
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Jack Cole : [Campbell is shot through a window but catches the ledge on his way down. Cole brings him a rope from the roof] Hang on, Jim!
Jim Campbell : Good idea, Jack! I wouldn't have thought of that!
[Cole grabs him and they crash through an old lady's window]
Jim Campbell : Police business, ma'am. The elevator was broken.
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Mr. Smith : [Having been shot in the foot, and then his left hand, Cole holds the gun up to his right hand] Jack! Now, Jack-Jack... I-I need that hand, Jack, I need that hand, Jack!
Jack Cole : You know I will. Right about n...
Mr. Smith : Alright! Alright! Game over!
[a beat]
Mr. Smith : God, I've missed you, Jack! So many young men today just won't go that extra mile.
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[Smith's bodyguard has been mocking Cole's Zen ideals]
Jack Cole : You really shouldn't knock Chinese potions. In fact, I've got something in my pocket that'll *completely* clear up that bruise on your forehead.
Smith's Bodyguard : What bruise?
Jack Cole : [knock the bodyguard to the ground] *THAT* bruise!
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Lt. Jack Cole : ...So, are you married?
Det. Jim Campbell : There, right there, is what I hate about new partners: they always want to get personal. But, if you must know, I'm single. And the reason I'm single is because every cop I know who's married has a wife who won't sleep with him, kids who don't respect him, and a dog who'd rather lick himself than go fetch the newspaper.
[the dispatcher calls in with a hostage situation at St. Edmund's Catholic School. Jack responds to the call]
Det. Jim Campbell : ... Hey, man! What are you doing?
Lt. Jack Cole : We're in that area, aren't we? Look, St. Edmund's is right over here.
Det. Jim Campbell : No, see, that's *suicide*. We're HOMICIDE. Some dumbass wants to jump off a bridge, it's his business. Some dumbass pushes another dumbass off that bridge, THEN it's our business.
Lt. Jack Cole : The way I look at it, death is death. We gotta have compassion for the dead, the dying, the could-be-dying, and the about-to-be-dead.
Det. Jim Campbell : ...All right. You win. We're there.
[He kicks in the siren]
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Lento's Maitre'D : [Cole drops by Lento's Steakhouse to have a chat with Smith. As Cole goes in, the Maitre'D is on the phone] ... Hello, Lento's... No, we're closed for a private lunch...
[He notices Cole but blows him off]
Lento's Maitre'D : There's nothing I can do about it... That's what I'm telling you. We're closed today. Tomorrow we'll be open...
[Cole rings the service bell insistently]
Lento's Maitre'D : Excuse me.
[to Cole]
Lento's Maitre'D : Hey, asshole; what are you, blind? We're closed, okay?
Jack Cole : You talk too much.
[He drops the Maitre'D with a punch and picks up the phone]
Jack Cole : Yeah, come on in. We'll get you a table.
[He hangs up and strolls through the restaurant towards the VIP area, but is intercepted by Lento's bouncer]
Smith's Bodyguard : ...You're unbelievable. What are you doing here, huh? You need to turn around and leave; that's what you need to do.
[Cole wrenches the bouncer's wrist and shoves him to the floor. Then he approaches Smith's table, where Smith is chatting with a senator]
Jack Cole : You don't call, you don't write; and, what's worse, you don't take *my* calls.
[the bouncer reappears]
Smith's Bodyguard : Excuse me, Mr. Senator; I'm sorry...
[to Cole]
Smith's Bodyguard : Why don't you take your little sensitive ponytail, and your little sissy beads, and get out of here. Okay?
[Cole knocks him through a glass-and-wood partition, and then proceeds to question Smith about the "Family Man's" identity. After doing this, Cole is showing himself out when more of Lento's bouncers intercept him]
Smith's Bodyguard : If you ever pull that with me again, I'll kill you. And all the Chinese potions in the world will not save you next time.
Jack Cole : You really shouldn't knock Chinese potions. I have something in my pocket right now which will completely clear up that bruise on your forehead.
Smith's Bodyguard : What bruise?
[Cole flattens him]
Jack Cole : That bruise.
[He knocks out the other bouncers, demolishing most of Lento's in the process]
Jack Cole : Do you guys validate parking?
[Passing by the reception desk, he answers the ringing phone]
Jack Cole : Hello, Lento's... No, that won't work; we're closed for renovation. I'd say two months... Yeah, thanks.
[He departs]
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Lt. Jack Cole : [Cole is visited at the police station by Cunningham] ... I'm kind of busy right now.
Donald Cunningham : I'll be very brief; Mr. Deverell asked me to speak with you on behalf of his stepson John. My boss feels your testimony would be very helpful in getting John acquitted on grounds of temporary insanity.
Lt. Jack Cole : Well, I have two problems there. First of all, I don't think John is insane. Troubled? Goes without saying. Needs help? Couldn't agree more; deserves all he can get, too. However, that applies to a lot of people I know who are perfectly sane. Which brings me to Second Of All: I prefer to call plays like this one the way I actually see them.
Donald Cunningham : Look, Mr. Cole, John has been going through a very difficult time.
Lt. Jack Cole : I'm sure that's true; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken his teacher and classmates hostage.
Donald Cunningham : He needs treatment, not prison.
Lt. Jack Cole : Are you his therapist? Because in view of what happened today, I think you owe his family a refund.
Donald Cunningham : Mr. Deverell, as you may know, is a very important man with a lot of influence. He's the kind of man who could easily help or hurt a career.
Lt. Jack Cole : Just what is it that you do for Frank Deverell?
Donald Cunningham : I'm in charge of Mr. Deverell's private security.
Lt. Jack Cole : You could've fooled me; I thought you were his attorney or something. Listen, I'd like you to tell your boss two things for me: One, that I think he's an a******; Two, that I don't appreciate being threatened... least of all in my own office. Thank you and have a nice day.
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Det. Jim Campbell : [responding to a hostage situation @ St. Edmund's Catholic high school] ... Man, you know this ain't our gig.
Lt. Jack Cole : Why worry? It's just a lovesick kid here; he's not the first, he won't be the last.
Det. Jim Campbell : Yeah, an *armed and dangerous* lovesick kid. Why do you think we've got SWAT?
Lt. Jack Cole : Because they look good in black. See if you can beg or borrow a couple of cell-phones for me; I'll meet you there.
[Inside a nearby classroom, Johnny holds his fellow students and their teacher at gunpoint]
Millie : ...Johnny! Johnny, please stop this. They're going to hurt you if...!
Johnny Deverell : I'm *not* in the mood for this, Millie!
Millie : Just put the gun down, Johnny! Stop this! Please, Johnny!
Lt. Jack Cole : [over the school's PA system] Johnny. This is Detective Jack Cole, LAPD. I'm not here to hurt you; I'm here to help you. I just gotta get in some kind of dialogue with you before SWAT gets here, because I don't want you to get hurt. So step over to the window, and you'll see that I'm unarmed.
Johnny Deverell : Nobody move!
[the young hostages cower beneath their desks]
Lt. Jack Cole : Just come on over to the window, so you can see me. That's it.
[Johnny looks out the window but doesn't see anybody. Then Cole bursts in through the door, gun drawn]
Lt. Jack Cole : Sorry I had to do that, Johnny. Put the gun down. I don't wanna shoot you, and you don't wanna be dead.
Johnny Deverell : Why not?
Lt. Jack Cole : Come on, drop the gun! Or at least tell me what you want.
Johnny Deverell : Don't talk like you know what makes me tick, man! You want me to start shooting?
[He waves his gun at his classmates]
Lt. Jack Cole : You're right; I don't know you. So I'm gonna put my gun down...
[He does]
Lt. Jack Cole : ... and we'll start out like this. Now, what's the problem?
Johnny Deverell : You wouldn't understand, man.
Lt. Jack Cole : Try me.
Johnny Deverell : I just can't go back with them.
Lt. Jack Cole : With who? Who can't you go back with?
[as Johnny puts the gun to his own head, Cole catches him with a ramming tackle... which sends them both out one window and in through another]
Millie : I love you, Johnny!
Johnny Deverell : [barely conscious] I love you too, Millie.
Lt. Jack Cole : [dazed] And I love both of you.
[to himself]
Lt. Jack Cole : Boy, this job is something else!
