Plot
Sal Lucido is a banker and he prides himself in not being a part of the Mafia. After all, his uncle Dominic runs the west coast operations of La Cosa Nostra, while his cousin Andy cooks the books. But Sal discovers a dark secret, sending him on a path of revenge as he forms La Stidda - a Fifth Mafia. Mark Harris has a wife, two children, and a growing business as an International financial consultant. Tragically, he loses it all. In an attempt to turn his life around, he becomes a special agent for the FBI. Through high tech bank fraud, the Fifth Mafia steals hundreds of millions of dollars at will - sending La Cosa Nostra and the FBI to Guatemala City in search of Sal. Who will find him first?
Keywords: number-in-title
Plot
Clement Moloch is a doctor but instead of using his skills to heal; he uses them to torture. He works for governments including the U.S. who wants insurgents dealt with. Now several of his victims want him dead and after several attempts fail. Holland, a retried killer for hire, is informed of the death of an old friend who was trying to kill Moloch. Holland initially stating that he is retired doesn't take the job. But he changes his mind. He asks for woman and a child to accompany him so that he could appear to be a family man. And the woman who goes with him is the wife of his friend, who brings her daughter along. When Holland arrives he notices that Moloch is heavily protected so he starts by taking out his people.
Keywords: action-hero, anti-hero, assassination, bare-chested-male-bondage, based-on-book, based-on-novel, beating, blood, blood-splatter, bounty-hunter
In the execution of justice there is no executioner like BRONSON
Most criminals answer to the law. The world's most savage executioner must answer to Bronson.
Holland: He knows we're here.::Rhiana Hidalgo: How could you tell?::Holland: He didn't ask.
Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: This is not your usual tourist attraction.::Holland: We're not usual tourists. You know what I mean?::Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: Aha... Life just gets dull and nothing like a little variety to spice things up.::Holland: That's right. Nancy and me, we come from a small town up in Nebraska. And we always have to go someplace else for excitement and variety, you know?::Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: Bart, just what kind of excitement are you looking for?::Holland: You know, me and Nancy, we've been into a lot of things. We learned tricks you wouldn't believe. We've been into things like wife-swapping... You married?::Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: No, I'm divorced. But remember, three's a company and four is definitely a crowd. Man, I am down for anything or anybody.::Holland: Three is all right with me.::Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: It's definitely all right with me.::Randolph, Molloch's Bodyguard: You got a place?::Holland: You bet.
Rhiana Hidalgo: What are you going to do?::Holland: I'm gonna rattle his cage. And when he sticks his neck out, I'll nail him.
Dr. Hector Lomelin: Changed your mind, eh?::Holland: Yeah, let's do it.::Dr. Hector Lomelin: We haven't discussed your fee.::Holland: Oh well, don't worry about it. I don't want the money.
Rhiana Hidalgo: You read lips?::Holland: Yes.::Rhiana Hidalgo: I'm sorry. I now realize I was mistaken.::Holland: Decided I don't look like a killer?::Rhiana Hidalgo: I've decided I should keep my opinions to myself.
Colonel Victor Aristos: Ah, Clement, a pleasure. And my dear senora Molloch. Please be seated.::Dr. Clement Molloch: Why are we here, Aristos?::Colonel Victor Aristos: Relax, Clement. May I offer you a drink?::Claire, Molloch's Sister: Just mineral water.::Colonel Victor Aristos: There is a problem, Clement. The Council for Central American States has just concluded its meetings in Costa Rica.::Claire, Molloch's Sister: Hypocrites. Every government represented condems my brother publicly and then welcomes him privately.::Colonel Victor Aristos: They have called for another meeting and study of human rights violations.::Dr. Clement Molloch: Human rights violations? There is no such thing. There is only the security of the state and those who'd undermine that security.::Colonel Victor Aristos: We must play the game.::Claire, Molloch's Sister: What are you suggesting?::Colonel Victor Aristos: A move.::Claire, Molloch's Sister: My brother had a great deal to do with making this country secure, Victor. If his work should have earned us a welcome anywhere, it's here.::Colonel Victor Aristos: I only reflect my president, senora.
Cripple: Hey, mister, do you want some dope?::Holland: Er?::Cripple: I said, dope. Do you want any?::Holland: Do you have elephant?::Cripple: Heh?::Holland: Do you have Mingtoydop?::Cripple: Heh?::Holland: I guess you don't.
Plot
An American submarine leaves Tierra Del Fuego, and one of its crew has secretly brought aboard a container full of poisonous snakes which escape storage and bite key personnel on the submarine, causing an accident that cripples the vehicle so that it drops to the bottom of the Southern Ocean. Worse still, the snakes are still at large on the submarine and complicate the efforts of the crew to escape the sunken vessel.
Keywords: accident, animal-attack, investigation, ocean, serpent, snake, submarine, trapped, u-boat, underwater
The tamings...The desires...The furies...of the Old South!
See! Feel! Taste! The Bloody Whip of Truth!
For the slave - courage knew no chains - For the master - desire knew no colour in the savage world of the Old South!
Plot
Holland, a shy retiring man, dreams of being rich and living the good life. Faithfully, for 20 years, he has worked as a bank transfer agent for the delivery of gold bullion. One day he befriends Pendlebury, a maker of souvenirs. Holland remarks that, with Pendlebury's smelting equipment, one could forge the gold into harmless-looking toy Eiffel Towers and smuggle the gold from England into France. Soon after, the two plant a story to gain the services of professional criminals Lackery and Shorty. Together, the four plot their crime, leading to unexpected twists and turns.
Keywords: armored-car, armored-car-robbery, bank, banker, bicycle, brazil, caper, caper-comedy, car-chase, career-criminal
He stole $3,000,000 in gold and that's a lot of BULLion!
The men who broke the bank - and lost the cargo!
Henry Holland: I was a potential millionaire, yet I had to be satisfied with eight pounds, fifteen shillings, less deductions.
Neighbor: Ah, Holland, heh heh, the man of millions! What'd you get away with today? Got any spare ingots for an old pal? Ha ha, you'll be the death of me, Holland!::Henry Holland: I sincerely trust so.
[Henry Holland is reading aloud to the elderly Mrs. Chalk from a book titled YOU'D LOOK SWELL IN A SHROUD]::Henry Holland: Where did we get?::Mrs. Chalk: Duke Milligan was about to take a gander at Mickey the Greek's hideout.::Henry Holland: Oh yes, here we are. "I handed my fedora to a hatcheck girl with all that Venus de Milo had got and then more, and I was admiring the more when I glimpsed something in the back of this frail that set my underwear creeping up on me like it had legs."::Mrs. Chalk: I know that feeling well.::Henry Holland: "A guy had soft-shoed out of the door from the gaming room as quiet as a snake on tip-belly, and I didn't need my case history of Smiling Abe Montana to know that sonny boy was his number-one triggerman, Ricky the Filipino."::Mrs. Chalk: I thought it was Little Boy Shultz who carried the rod for Mr. Montana.::Henry Holland: It was, Mrs. Chalk, but surely you remember? Montana found Shultz taking liberties with that lady.::Mrs. Chalk: Yes, yes, they took him for a ride. Only last night, wasn't it? Oh, I must be getting old. Read on, Mr. Holland.
Pendlebury: I propagate British cultural depravity.
Pendlebury: By Jove, Holland, it's a good job we're both honest men.::Henry Holland: It is indeed, Pendlebury.
Pendlebury: Guns, yes. It's essential we're armed. Here we are. Here's yours.::Henry Holland: Is it loaded?::Pendlebury: Yes. It's a present from Margate. It fires a stick of rock.
Henry Holland: I must apologize, gentlemen, for the somewhat informal manner in which we effected our introduction, but my colleague and I have a certain proposition which we'd like to put to you. I might almost call it a gilt-edged proposition, although paradoxically it does entail a measure of risk. However, when I quote the anticipated dividend, I'm sure that you will both agree with me that the...::[There is a noise at the open window]::Pendlebury: Not another one, surely.::Henry Holland: Tell him we're suited.
Turner: Paris, eh? You're stepping out, Holland. Wonderful, isn't it, what a little extra money will do?::Henry Holland: Yes, it's going to make a big difference to me.
[on the day before Holland and his associates are to carry out the robbery, he has a chat with his boss Turner, who thinks that the subject is over Holland's forthcoming promotion]::Turner: And, erm, here's the order for tomorrow's consignment. Somewhat larger that I expected: 212 bars.::Henry Holland: That won't worry me, sir.::Turner: Dependable to the last. I'm going to miss you, Holland.::Henry Holland: You're very kind, sir. I shall always have the happiest memories of the dear old bullion office.::Turner: Has Mr. Applecrumby spoken to you about your holiday?::Henry Holland: Yes, sir. I'm going to Paris.::Turner: Paris, hey? You're stepping out, Holland. Wonderful isn't it, what a little extra money will do?::Henry Holland: Yes, it's going to make a big difference to me.
[just as he is planning the robbery, Holland is told that he is being promoted to another department]::Henry Holland: I'm too old to change my views now, sir.::Turner: Nonsense. You're never too old to better oneself. Think of what you can do with an extra 15 shillings a week.::Henry Holland: But sir, I like the bullion office. It holds all I ever wished for.::Turner: The trouble with you, Holland, if I may speak frankly, is that you do not have enough ambition. When a good opportunity comes along grab it with both hands. May not occur again.::Henry Holland: Very good, sir. I'll follow your advice.::[Holland leaves in order to put his plans for the robbery into motion]
Plot
On a cruise to Cuba, Lulu Smith falls in love with Bob Grover. Back home, she breaks off the romance when he tells her he is married. Lulu has a baby, but doesn't tell Bob, who turns out to be a rising politician. She passes herself off as the baby's nanny. When Bob learns what is going on, he adopts the little girl, not telling his wife or anyone else where she came from. Lulu gets a job at a newspaper. Things get complicated when the editor gets the dirt on Grover, but also wants to marry Lulu.
Keywords: adoption, advice-columnist, childbirth, city-editor, confession, cruise, dancing, detective, disability, district-attorney
Her Greatest Dramatic Role !
Holland: The longer they no, the harder they yes!
Holland
Holland is a region in the western part of the Netherlands. The term Holland is also frequently used as a pars pro toto to refer to the whole of the Netherlands. This usage is generally accepted but disliked by Dutch people in the other parts of the Netherlands.
From the 10th century to the 16th century, Holland proper was a unified political region, a county ruled by the Counts of Holland. By the 17th century, Holland had risen to become a maritime and economic power, dominating the other provinces of the Dutch Republic.
Today, the former County of Holland consists of the two Dutch provinces of North Holland and South Holland, which together include the Netherlands' three largest cities: country capital Amsterdam; seat of government The Hague; and Rotterdam, home of Europe's largest port.
Pliny the Elder (AD 23–79) referred to this region as the land between the Helinium and Flevo ("inter Helinium ac Flevum"), the names of the mouths into which the Rhine divided itself, the first discharging its waters in the Mosa in the neighbourhood of Brielle and the second into "the lakes of the north" (present IJsselmeer). The name Holland first appeared in sources in 866 for the region around Haarlem, and by 1064 was being used as the name of the entire county. By this time, the inhabitants of Holland were referring to themselves as "Hollanders".Holland is derived from the Middle Dutch term holtland ("wooded land").[citation needed] This spelling variation remained in use until around the 14th century, at which time the name stabilised as Holland (alternative spellings at the time were Hollant and Hollandt). Popular, but incorrect etymology holds that Holland is derived from hol land ("hollow land") and was inspired by the low-lying geography of Holland.[citation needed]
( Instrumental )
Well you broke me with your smile
And I'm captured now
Like I've just drank a thousand year potion
Mix your tears into my wine
Please hold my life
And let me know when you are back open
Please embrace my soul
While you find your way
However far you roam
In my heart you'll stay
Well you burn me with your fire
Any faults you had were always hidden by your sweet devotion
Lord I hope you know I'm trying
These dark old clouds still cover me with doubts every moment
Please embrace my soul
While you find your way
However far you roam
In my heart you'll stay
Please embrace my soul
While you find your way
However far you roam
In my heart you'll stay
Please embrace my soul
While you find your way
However far you roam
In my heart you'll stay
A slew of gypsy acid cats
On their way off to Holland;
With their witchy veiny claws,
They're grabbing at your wallet.
You too, they kissed your heart.
You too, they kissed your heart.
They are the only ones
That we ever did connect with
All that we wanted
Was to act like someone's lover.
Well I, I'd rather die.
Yeah I, I'd rather die.
Made for the weeping tide
Of vermin dawning red veils;
Looking like a wealthy white
On their way back from Holland.
Yeah I, I'd rather die.
Yeah I, I'd rather die.
Than be with you tonight,
With you tonight.
Yeah I, I'd rather die.
Yeah I, I'd rather die.
Than be with you tonight,
With you tonight.
You too, you kissed your heart.
Holland's ill at ease, with caravans and trees
Cozy, cozy lamp, burns throughout the camp
Two-way radio, Germans on the go
Souped up Caravelle, Germans living well
Raise the sails and go
Blow the wind will blow
Down the flags will fold
Cold the wind blows cold
From his island shack, Honcho's fighting back
D.J. in a cage, D.J. in a rage
Hippies will deny, while giving you a ride
This whole trip can't last, nothing's hard and fast
Raise the sails and go
Blow the wind will blow
Down the flags will fold
Cold the wind blows cold
Raise the sails and go
Blow the wind will blow
Down the flags will fold
Cold the wind blows cold
Raise the sails and go
Blow the wind will blow
Down the flags will fold
Cold the wind blows cold
It's hard to say goodbye when
I never got the chance
I missed the mark on where to stop,
And now we just can't start again
And I know that this ain't easy,
But I'm giving it a shot
To carry on since you've been gone
Takes all my faith and that's all I've got
Are the lights bright just enough to see me?
Will you be waiting just to meet me there?
Let's call it a day
There's nothing left to say
My luck is running out
And you're taking over
I've jumped the gun again
I've lost my only friend
To the hands that make the stars
And that draw me closer
And I stop every time my heart beats
I get closer to a dream
That's always out in front of me
And I can't... I can't hold anything back
Confidence in what I lack
Is more than I could ever ask
Are the lights bright just enough to see me?
Will you be waiting just to meet me there?
Let's call it a day
There's nothing left to say
My luck is running out
And you're taking over
I've jumped the gun again
I've lost my only friend
To the hands that make the stars
And I cry until I bleed
And red is all I see
Holding on,dead and gone
No miracle rehearsed
Could take a way this curse
Swollen eyes,hung to dry
Lose your last hope,beginning to choke
All I can take is thrown in my face
I know you mean well,but I'm not well
And these bones are caving in
No spirit left within
Fading fast,never last
And the stench is strong
Of memories gone
Wearing thin and losing Jim
Lose your last hope,beginning to choke
All I can take is thrown in my face
I know you mean well,but I'm not well
And the stench is strong
Of memories gone
Take another shot at me and
See what I'll turn out to be
Cause I'm not giving up
There's no such luck
I don't need a getaway,
An easy out, another day
You've not got the best of me
Just wait and see
The situations more complex
And I don't know what might come next,
But I've got nothing else to lose
Can't you see that I'm not backing down?
You should know this by now... know this by now
It's easier the second time around
You should know this by now... know this by now
You know I've heard this all before,
But I keep coming back for more
Cause love can't live long bound
You'll come around
Fantasies are bittersweet and
I cannot admit defeat
To open-ended lies
Don't be surprised
You'll never need another thing
When there's nothing left to lose
I guess I packed my bags and gleft so fast
You always said I had places to go
The way I feel in Tennessee is that I lost my family
And everything I've always known
And memories keep falling down on me
Of different times when we were all complete
Can you believe that my home's away from home?
Can you believe that I made it on my own?
But I made it on my own because of you
We've had our hard times... friends that we've lost
I guess that love just comes with a cost
Heartache for days before we all slipped away
Well I promise the I'll never let those fade
Can you believe that my home's away from home?
Can you believe that I made it on my own?
i don't mind
needles in my eye
with my face against your thigh
wait for the bus
but the bus never comes
hills, don't have to think
they sit
with my face against your thigh
i don't mind
needles in my eye
with my face against your thigh
wait for the bus
but the bus never comes
hills, don't have to think
they sit
with my face against your thigh
I should’ve stayed awake
This could’ve made a difference
Did I even say a prayer that night?
I’ve made a few mistakes
I could’ve made the effort
To try and keep the conversation light
And I’ll feel this way until I die
Bring back July
I’ll give you everything if you just
Give me one more chance to make this right
Bring back July
I’ll never waste another minute
I’ll live with my eyes open wide
Just bring back July
I should’ve left the house
I could’ve met you somewhere
In between the bridge and 59
I know the roads were clear
We could’ve drove for hours
And caught a glimpse of heaven on the rise
And I’ll feel this way until I die
Bring back July
I’ll give you everything if you just
Give me one more chance to make this right
Bring back July
I’ll never waste another minute
I’ll live with my eyes open wide
L.A. ends in tragedy
We’re losing face and memories
The golden state has fallen to the floor
I guess I’ve had my better days
With photographs and tidalwaves
I miss a part of what we had before
Is tonight gonna be the end?
I’m holding on to what I can
That’s sliding through the sinking sand
The skyline isn’t quite the same
The waterways the bitter shame
The amber glow of love is burning out
The rhythm here has lost a beat
The broken hears the city streets
The setting sun takes another route
Is tonight gonna be the end?
I’m holding on to what I can
That’s sliding through the sinking sand
Tonight, the water rises
I guess I should have stopped
When all the lights turned red
And the radio kept playing
When the stereo was dead
I guess I shouldve known
That photographs meant more
Than what we let us tell ourselves,
Than what they did before
And I guess I have to say
Wait a minute
This is just beginning
The west coast can take it
Yeah, it's overrated
So book another flight
And draw a map to see
How far your dashed and dotted lines
Are from Tennessee
And make another call
And talk until we sleep
I know your clock is saying one
But heres it's screaming three
And I guess I have to say
Wait a minute
This is just beginning
The west coast can take it
Yeah, it's overrated
Wait, I'll find another way
Ill cross another state
Ill find a better way
Turn your eyes ahead
The wind against our backs to blame
Leave your bright lights set
Cause late night roads all look the same
Medians and yellow lines
Will take us back, will kill the time
And when those city lights just fade away
Goodnight Texas
Ive had quite enough of you
Goodnight Texas
Think of all the time I blew
And if you think Im coming back
Then you haven't got a clue
Goodnight Texas
Find your way up north
Cause everyones got a dream to chase
Find a different course
Cause late night roads all look the same
A steady beat and melody
Will make us who we want to be
And when those city lights just fade away
Goodnight Texas
Ive had quite enough of you
Goodnight Texas
Think of all the time I blew
And if you think Im coming back
Then you haven't got a clue
Goodnight Texas
See your name in city lights
Your home is nowhere in our sight
Thoughts of what there always was
Inside outside into what you say
Exhibition on display
Call it what you like
Inch by inch by what were up against
Make your mark don't be content
Just put up a fight
A formula I know I can't control
Contradicting everything I know
Holding up to all your tests
Holding up to all your tests of time
Just a glimpse, come read my fingertips
Find out the melody of this
More than you ever could have wished
A formula I know I can't control
Contradicting everything I know
Holding up to all your tests
Holding up to all your tests of time
Hold on
Could this be true?
Could this be right for you
To second-guess yourself?
You've made your mistakes
How long will it take?
To see that you can't do this on your own?
One minute to zero and I'm laying down the law
One minute to zero and this is my final call
Could you believe
That everything you see is a possibility?
To sooner become a bigger tragedy
When put in the hand of someonelike yourself?
One minute to zero and I'm laying down the law
Leave, just walk out the door.
Don't look back for more.
Don't look back for more.
Stay where your heart will not break
Find what your looking for.
Find what your looking for.
Just hold your breath and wait for this one message to explode
The rattle and the hum of all you know.
And the whole world just sings along
To every word and song...to every word and song.
Keep, yea keep your anthem stronge
And find where you belong
Find where you belong
Lose your shoe gazin' view
And rid the world of wronge
With one simple song
Just hold your breath and wait for this one message to explode
The rattle and the hum of all you know
Chorus.
Hey, can you belive what you hear?
I'm not taking this no more.
We're not taking this no more. (x2)
Feels like there's something in the air
And I hope my head explodes
Once more whisper in my ear
Cause I wont let this go again
Frustrated, motivated, you're underneath my skin
Descending, never ending, well make it to the end
We shine like stars
We shine like stars oh yeah
Bright as the sun we're dead and gone
We shine like stars
Hold your breath
There's something up ahead
And i think we were born for this
Feel love punch you in the gut
And i think we were born for this
Frustrated, motivated, you're underneath my skin
Descending, never ending, well make it to the end
We shine like stars
We shine like stars oh yeah
Bright as the sun we're dead and gone
We shine like stars
I feel your haertbeat
We were the cliché American backpackers
Standing on the side of the road in the rain
With our cardboard sign written in black sharpie
That read Amsterdam
We were going to Amsterdam
So we weren't surprised by the looks in the eyes
Of the people in their cars when they passed us by
And the gave us the middle finger
Or the thumbs up or thumbs down
But we stayed tough, we stood our ground
And by the end of the afternoon
We got dropped off in the middle of this town
Now everyone will tell you 'bout the coffee shops
And everyone will tell you 'bout the red-light district
But somehow up to now it seems they all forgot to mention
The millions of bikes locked to the millions of bridges
That arch up like rainbows to cross the city's millions of canals
That run down every street with the houseboats nice and neat
And the buildings lean so much you think that they might fall down
Like the rain that day that drove us to a stoop
Gotta feel sorry for all the hippies
That came here in the '60s
Now they don't know who they are
We watched one of them playin' flute
He was tryin' to earn some change
We had spent all of our money for that day
We grew hungry and the rain just came and came
And oh how I wished I had some of those fries
All the people were eating when they passed us by
And I closed my eyes for a minute or two
I opened them up when I got a nudge from you
There was the hippie, the one with the flute,
And holding in his hands was my wish come true
And he handed me the whole thing
And this whole interaction felt was more like a dream
He was readin' my mind it seemed
Like a genie granting wishes for people on the street
And we never could have thanked him enough
I don't know if he knew how much it meant to us
And that night in a tent we counted all our money
And we figured out how long we could stay
The way it looked to me we could live here forever
Sleep in the campground, eat falafel every day
But that's not what we came here to do
We had so much more left to see
And though this place felt so nice
We made our plans to leave
And we went to this park where they had free bikes at the gate
Spent the day riding through the trees and it felt great
We were offered a place to stay on the floor of someone's office
But we chose to sleep beside the interstate
And the sounds of the cars passing by
Put us right to sleep
Nothin' beats layin' right under the stars