All language subtitles for Hard.Target.1993.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AG]

Please...

If he makes it to the river,
he's won.

We cannot allow that
to happen, Mr. Lopaki.

You're firing too close!

Brandy?

It's like a drug, isn't it?

To bring a man down.

Was it worth it?

- Every nickel.
- Good.

Yes?

Hi, I'm looking for
Douglas Binder.

- You a friend of Mr. Binder's?
- No, I...

I'm his daughter.

Doug was a nice man.
He had manners.

He didn't tell you where
he was moving, did he?

He owed some rent, honey.

I told him he could wait, to pay me
'til he got back on his feet.

- He wasn't in an accident, was he?
- No. He lost his job with the tool company.

When Doug moved out,
he left this box.

He told me
I could hold it...

'til he could make up
his back rent.

Do you have any idea
where he might be now?

You might try checking down
at Our Lady o' Charity.

Marine, huh?
Ah, Recon.

- I was in the service for a while myself.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- Do you know him?

Well, he comes here
sometimes.

Nice guy too.

If I see him,
I'll tell him you're lookin'.

Do you happen to know
where he lives?

I'm afraid
your-your daddy, well...

well, he was like the rest of us.
Out-of-doors. You know?

How is that gumbo, Chance?

A tragedy.

- The coffee was tolerable, though.
- It ain't free neither.

Yeah, I know.

Leave your wallet
in your tuxedo?

- I play that one on you before?
- Yeah. For the gumbo.

That's right.

Hi.
Do you have any change?

Thank you.

Hi Marie.

Yes, I was wondering if my father
came to pick up his mail yet.

He hasn't? No, that's fine.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Hello, pretty lady.
- Leave me the hell alone.

We'll take the wallet.

How about a little extra,
honey?

You having fun?

Why don't you do yourself
a favor, boy?

I think the favor
gonna be done for you.

It's okay.

I said get lost.

Now, take your big stick
and your boyfriend...

and find a bus to catch.

Oh, this guy's funny.

Come on, let's go!

Let's go!

Come on!

You know, it's a shame.
This used to be such a nice part of town.

Next time, be more careful
when you show your wallet.

Without cops, the city stops!
Without cops, the city stops!

Come on, let's hurry now!
Come on!

Will the strike end soon?

Happy birthday to me.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I nee-I need to fill out
a missing person report.

Look, I just pulled a double shift.
Why don't you catch me tomorrow.

Okay...
Why don't you catch me now.

- What is the name of the missing individual?
- Douglas Charles Binder.

- Relationship of reporting party?
- Daughter.

Okay. You got a picture?

- Got something a little more recent?
- Oh, no, I don't.

See, my parents
were divorced 20 years ago.

- You got an address?
- I think my father was homeless.

I didn't even know myself
until I just came down here.

Look, um, I'm not sure
what you want me to do here.

I want you
to take my report.

Generally, in order to be considered missing,
you need somewhere to be missing from.

Fine.

Look, if you're too busy
to do your job, detective...

then I'll find somebody
who isn't so busy.

Look.

You wanna find your father, take my advice.
Canvas the missions...

ask at the shelters, but...

get somebody who knows the city
to show you around...

or I'll be filling out
one of these on you.

Hey, you're welcome.

All right,
pipe down and listen up.

We got 12 positions this morning,
able seaman or better.

When I call your name, come
into the office, show your papers...

you'll get your ship.

Here we go.
First man, Gombas, Luigi.

- Able seaman.
- Right here.

Walker, Steven.
Second engineer.

Hi.

They told me at the cafe
that you might be down here.

- I need to talk to you about something.
- I don't think this is a good time now.

Walters, Nichols D.

- Yeah.
- Able seaman.

How'd you, um, like to work for me?
I'll pay you. 100 dollars a day.

- For doing what?
- For 100 dollars, does it really matter?

Actually, it does.

Yeah... it does.

- I really need you to help me find someone.
- Jales, Bill. Cook.

You know this city, you...
obviously can take care of yourself.

Boudreaux, C.
Able seaman.

I would like to
help you, darling.

- Looks like I'm gonna be out of town.
- Bakelman, Fats.

- Way out of town.
- Able seaman.

Sorry.

Chance. Thought you got blackballed
about that thing with captain McDonald.

- That was a big misunderstanding, you know.
- Right...

Broke his damn jaw
is what I heard.

You make sure
I said a big "hello".

Whoa. Wait a minute.

Johnson says
I was reinstated.

With the company.
Not with the union.

You owe
some dues here, boy.

- 217 bucks.
- I'll pay that off on this cruise.

No. Nobody ships out if
they're in arrears, you know that.

How am I gonna pay my dues
if I can't get the job?

I don't make the rules,
mate.

Look, your ride doesn't sail
'til the end of the week.

- If I can get the money, then what?
- Then I'll let you ship out.

I'll get the money.

Keep goin'.
Take it back. Yeah.

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it.
Okay, down.

So, this guy you're looking for,
he owes you money or something?

- He's my father.
- Okay, I changed my mind.

I'll help you for two days,
you'll pay me 217 dollars.

It's a deal.

- You can drive.
- I don't have a driver's license, ma'am.

- So, what's your name?
- Chance Boudreaux. What's your name?

It's Nat.

Nat?

Your parents name you
for a... bug?

No, actually,
it's short for Natasha.

Natasha...

What kind of a name
is Chance?

Well, my mama took one.

So, how did you lose
your papa?

My parents, um, they got divorced
when I was 7 and my father...

Well, he moved away.

We started to write and...
he even called me a couple of times.

Three weeks ago,
the letters just... stopped.

I've got a friend here
who can help us.

You check the line,
I'll look around inside.

Hey, you don't have a bottle
of hot sauce on you, do you?

- Elijah. What's happening?
- Wednesday meat loaf.

I mean, they said
it was meat loaf.

- I thought you were gonna get a ship.
- I lost my boarding pass.

I've got something
to show you.

- You two know each other?
- We met yesterday.

- Have you seen... my father?
- I saw the next best thing.

I was over at Plaza d'Italia yesterday
and I saw this sleeping bag in a cart.

It was a tiger stripe, like the kind
they used to issue to Recon guys.

Your daddy had one
just like it.

- Thanks, Charlie.
- You bet.

Don't be offended.
He passed them out for money.

Yeah, I've had
to do it myself.

Here. Barracks Street.

Both sides this time, grandpa.
Next! Get!

Here, Decatur.
Lower half.

Well, if it ain't
my good friend Boudreaux.

I thought you was gonna
catch a ship.

Maybe I'll stick around
to run for mayor.

We're looking for someone
who worked for you.

The man's name
is Douglas Binder.

- I never heard of him.
- I think he know you.

- Did he work for you, sir?
- Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

I'm not too good
with names.

I have a photograph.

What Mr. Poe tryin' to say,
he's not too good with faces.

Right?

Hello Randal.
I didn't know you had company.

We're just leaving.

- You know, we should go back up there.
- Not now. Not together.

Poe knows something
about my father, obviously.

Look, if you don't wanna go back
up there, I'll just go back myself.

If you want to find your daddy,
you're gonna have to work smarter...

not harder.

Yeah...

- Natasha Binder?
- What's the problem?

Miss Binder, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

They found
your father's body.

I'm sorry.

- They made a positive I.D.
- How did it happen?

There was a fire last night
in an abandoned building in the 9th Ward.

The fire department discovered
your father's body in one of the rooms.

- I need to see him.
- Your daddy was burned pretty badly.

The identification had to be made from
dental charts, in your father's service record.

What's your
involvement here?

I was helping her
find her daddy.

Wakey, wakey,
you fat fuck!

Oh, God!
Mr. Fouchon, what are you doing here?

- Don't talk, Randal. Listen.
- Oh, don't worry about Randal.

He's all ears.

When Mr. Van Cleaf came upon
your visitors yesterday...

you neglected to tell him that they were
inquiring about one of our volunteers.

- That was nothin', Mr. Fouchon.
- Oh, it was something, Randal.

This man
we hunted last night.

Why don't you
tell us his real name?

- You fuck.
- Binder. Binder. Douglas Binder.

That's not the one
we selected, is it?

I couldn't get the guy
you asked for.

Look, you said you wanted a combat veteran,
so I sent you Binder.

- He has more medals.
- He had a family.

- Now they're asking questions.
- Please. Please. I said I was sorry...

- I said I was sorry.
- Careless is what you are, Randal.

Careless and stupid,
and now you're sorry, too.

He said he...
He said he was alone.

- I didn't know he had any relatives. Honest.
- You made a mistake?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Yeah. Yeah.

And I see you're anxious
to make up for it, aren't you?

Yeah. Yes. Yes, sir.

We've got another client...

and he's about
to select a new playmate.

Next time... send us
the one we ask for.

I will, Mr. Fouchon,
I swear. I...

I think
we understand each other.

- Yes? No?
- Yes. Yeah.

Randal...

I come back here...
I cut me a steak.

- You did your best.
- No, I came too late.

I mean, Jesus, he was living
out of a shopping cart.

Goddamn it.
Why didn't he just tell me?

Why didn't he ask
for my help?

I've been there myself on the street.
It's hard.

It's hard to...
put your hand out.

I just kept thinking
if I could...

just tell him
that I loved him.

And because
he loved you so much...

he didn't want
to pull you into it.

Our friend,
Mr. Boudreaux.

Silver Star.

- Marine Force Recon.
- Joined the merchant service after he got out.

His captain
was smuggling opium.

When Boudreaux found out,
he threw the man overboard.

He's been looking
for work ever since.

He's obviously not someone
we should underestimate.

He was raised
in the bayous by his uncle.

I think Mr. Boudreaux would make
a very interesting quarry.

- Maybe I should pay him a visit.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Send a couple of lads down there
to have a chat with him, once you're back.

Yeah.

Yeah...

Bingo.

Some friendly advice, Boudreaux:
Get the fuck outta Dodge!

Do it today!
And tell that bitch girlfriend o' yours...

to point her titties north
and step on the gas!

It's always
nice to see you.

You seem to have a real talent,
Mr. Boudreaux, for attracting violence.

Does that make me
a bad person?

Why did you arrest me for?
Getting beat up without a license?

Thank you for calling me.

Oh, my God,
you look awful.

- Darling, you hurt my feelings.
- What we have here is a charge sheet.

Willfully crossing a police barrier,
that's considered criminal trespass.

Yes, that officer was nice enough
to mention that to me.

- What were you doing at the house?
- The dog tag you find in that fire?

They always
come in twos.

So, I went back to that place
to look for the other one.

Your daddy...
he didn't die in the fire.

- He was murdered.
- There's no evidence of that.

There is now.

That hole in that tag was made
by something sharp and hard.

And I'll bet my rent money it was made
when Binder was still wearing it.

Now, why would somebody go through
all this trouble to kill a homeless man?

- Do you believe us now?
- Honey, the wheels turn slow around here.

- Real slow.
- But they do turn.

I'll order a new autopsy.
This'll help.

- You should see a doctor.
- I hate them doctors.

Yeah... Shit!

What?

Not now!

- So, you in 'Nam?
- Yeah, a long time ago.

It seems to me a man with your experience
should be pullin' down a lot more money.

You're gonna pay me
100 bucks to fill out a form?

I'll pay you a lot more than that
if you got the experience.

What kind of experience?

- Well, maybe you ain't interested.
- No.

I'll fill out the application.

You got any family?
Anybody to worry about you?

- Friends? Anything like that?
- I got nobody.

You'll deposit 500,000 dollars in our account
in a bank in the Cayman Islands.

Do not refer to our agreement by telex
or in conversations on the phone.

You'll be provided with a guide, trackers
and the weapon of your choice.

Naturally, we will
dispose of the body...

and provide you with
an out-of-town, airtight alibi.

Don't worry, Mr. Zenan,
all you have to do is point and shoot.

Mr. Zenan has made
his selection.

A black man named Roper.
Used to be in Special Forces.

Excellent.

I don't see any problem
with your choice.

It has always been the privilege of the few
to hunt the many.

Soldiers, policemen,
fighter pilots.

Men who kill for the government
do so with impunity.

Now, all we do is offer the same opportunity
for private citizens such as yourself.

- These opponents, they're volunteers?
- More or less.

The same government that has made murder
their sole preserve, they train our targets.

We pride ourselves on
only hunting combat veterans...

men who have
the necessary skills...

- to make our hunts more interesting.
- What about the police?

I'm sure that they would be interested
if they were to find out.

Dr. Morton here assists us
with the formality of police autopsies.

It's no accident
that we're in New Orleans.

Last year we conducted hunts
in Rio de Janeiro at Carnival...

Yugoslavia during
the late unpleasantness.. Oh, yeah.

You see, there's always some unhappy
little corner of the planet...

where we can ply
our trade.

All right, Mr. Fouchon.

- You have a client.
- Well, thank you for visiting, Mr. Zenan.

Dr. Morton will show you
to the car.

My bank will arrange
the transfer of funds within the hour.

- Excellent.
- When do we go out?

We'll contact you when the necessary
arrangements have been made.

Chance.
What you doing here?

Secret mission.

Rub me, baby.

Oh, yeah, baby...

- Hello Poe.
- What the fuck?

- You miss me?
- Aw, Christ, not again.

Looks like you're short an ear,
so you better listen very carefully.

Now, are you
paying attention?

- Who sent those apes after me?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Two million people
in this city.

- Who's gonna miss a fat slob like you, Poe?
- Van Cleaf! His name was Van Cleaf.

Good boy.
Where is he?

I don't know where he lives!
He ain't even American!

Look, he'll kill me if I don't do what he says!
Please! You gotta believe that!

Tell your boyfriend
Van Cleaf...

I'm gonna find out who
killed Douglas Binder.

If you understand me,
just grunt.

Again.

Did you get my memo?

Binder, Douglas C.

I want you to take another look
at the post-mortem.

That memo contains evidence
that might make Binder's death a homicide.

Now, you can act on it,
doctor, or you can file it...

but if I have to get a court order
for a formal inquest...

I will.

You should do something
about that cough.

Don't you ever knock?

We have a problem.
A big problem.

They want me to redo
the autopsy on Binder.

- Who is it that's asking?
- A detective named Mitchell.

Binder's family's
breathing down her neck.

- Can we buy her?
- No.

I guess we've overstayed
our welcome.

Tonight is our last hunt
in New Orleans.

Open it.

What a funny little man, eh?

A change of scenery's what we need.
Something less tropical.

Rolling hills, castles...

Eastern Europe.
We can work there for years.

- Where's Poe?
- Mr. Poe couldn't make it.

He's got an ear infection.

- Look, he said he'd have some work for me.
- That may still be a possibility.

We got a little game
we'd like you to play with us.

This money belt...

has 10,000 dollars in it.

It's all yours if you want it,
every penny.

- What do I have to do?
- The rules of the game are very simple.

All you have to do is get to the river.
Ten miles through the city.

You and the money belt make it to the river,
you're 10,000 dollars richer.

Bullshit.

Maybe you like being the object of pity,
begging for quarters, sleeping in the rain,

listening to a half an hour of fire
and brimstone for a bowl of soup.

- Man, fuck you.
- You could change everything tonight.

Think of what
10,000 dollars could buy you.

You could get new clothes,
clean yourself up...

look men in the eyes when
you pass 'em on the street.

This money could
make you a man again...

instead of the shadow
of your former self.

- I get to the river, I get the cash.
- Every nickel.

- If I don't make it?
- Oh, you're a sports fan, Roper.

Figure it out.

You got a five-minute head start.
Don't waste it.

This is New Orleans,
Mr. Zenan, not Beirut.

After you, sir.

Mr. Zenan,
take it off "safe".

Finish him.

I don't want him.
He's wounded.

- Finish him.
- I can't do that. I hit him.

Listen, don't make me look bad
in front of my dogs.

You know
why you're here?

You paid us a half a million dollars
to find out if you're alive or dead.

Now finish him.

Finish him.

God, why didn't he
go fishing?

Now you understand
why we insist on payment up front.

Here.

Set the dogs on him, won't you, Pick?
I don't wanna be out here all night.

Help me!
Please! Please!

Help me!

- Please! Help me! Help me!
- Go on, get a job!

- Please!
- Watch it! Damn! Watch yourself!

Help me. Help me!

Help me!

- Hey, look! Come on, man!
- Walk on by, now, man.

Call the police here or somethin'!
Help me! Help me!

- Hey! Let me in! Come on!
- No, we're closed!

Hey, buddy!
Hey! Hey! Come on!

- Brother, get out of here, man.
- Hey, come on, man!

- Help me!
- Hey! I ain't got no change, man!

- He was passin' out flyers for Randal Poe.
- Let's pay him a visit.

Randal, Randal, Randal...

You were gonna leave
without saying goodbye?

My mama got sick
in Biloxi...

- I was gonna call you, Mr. Van Cleaf.
- Of course you were, Randal.

Of course you were.

I know you didn't mean
to hurt my feelings.

Looks like we missed
the party.

Get down!

Stay down!

Go! Go! Go!

- Let's go.
- We can't just leave her here!

Keep him in the Quarter.
Stay on his ass.

She's dead. Come on.

Grab the bar!

Yeah!

Ladies first.

What?

It appears we'll have
one last hunt after all, Pick.

The train went by maybe two,
two and a half hours ago.

This could be dangerous.
We're on his turf now.

Thank you, gentlemen, for making
yourselves available on such short notice.

We are stalking
an exceptional opponent.

Truly a world-class trophy.
The price for participating in this excursion..

is 750,000 dollars each.

Should one of you be lucky
enough to bring him down...

I'll consider that hunter's
account paid in full.

Shouldn't we be worried
about alligators or something?

If it make you feel better...
Yeah.

Come on, keep going.

It's still a long way
to uncle Douvee's place.

At least they won't
be able to find us out here.

Yes, they will, if they have
a tracker as good as uncle Douvee.

All they have to do
is to check along the railroad.

- I'm just guessing we have a couple of hours.
- Okay.

Maybe less.
Come on. Let's go.

Isn't there
a trail or something?

This is the trail.

- You're enjoying yourself, aren't you, Chance?
- If it's tough for us, it's tough for them.

You trust me?

Of course I trust you.

Close your eyes.

Why do you want me to trust you
with my eyes closed?

Close your eyes.

- Is it dead?
- Not hardly.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving a surprise
for my friends.

Son of a bitch!

I'll kill you
and I'll eat you!

If you would die quieter...
and pick up the pace...

Boudreaux would have less time
for these little surprises. Jerome!

Would you be so kind?

And do watch your step, won't you?
Let's go.

Sometime
I amaze myself, me!

Good whiskey!
Make jack rabbit slap the bear!

- Chance? Chance...
- Yeah!

Chance...
You come to see your uncle Douvee.

Natasha,
my uncle Douvee.

We'll fix him up good.
Put bandage on, it no hurt.

- Be strong, my boy.
- Douvee, I've got some people after me.

I know.

I can smell them.

You've still got a 30-06,
the one I gave you for your birthday?

No. A gator ate it.

But...

I've still got your shotgun.

So, tell me, this mans
what chase after you...

he mad at you
for business or pleasure?

Both.

I'm gonna take Elvira south,
then to Bayou La Fouche...

Mardi Gras graveyard.

If you can talk her into it,
go ahead.

You be careful.

Don't worry about me.

I love the company.

Be careful.
Without you, I'm hunting them.

He's gonna be all right.

Oui. Come.

We go.

Here, drink.
But do not spill.

It kill the grass.

The place is clean.
He just left.

Get the fuck down!

Hey!

Hold it!

Boudreaux is the target
we're after.

You are a fucking buffalo!

Move!

Boudreaux went this way, maybe 10,
15 minutes ago. He's on a horse.

He's trying to lead us
away from his friends.

Get in the fucking trucks.

Move! Fucking move!
Will you move? Move!

They're fucking brain-dead.

Get the helicopter.
Find Boudreaux.

We'll set up an ambush
this side of Bayou La Fouche.

I can take him
from the air.

Any pinhead can take him from the air.
I wanna take him from the ground!

I can take him
from the air!

- Be a professional, Pick.
- Hey, you're making a mistake here.

Make sure
he gets there, Pick.

That's him.

Hey pigeon.

Avril Pybus has a store two miles this way.
You go to a telephone, call the sheriff.

You know, ch�re,
I think you should call the sheriff.

It appears your trophy's
ripping us a new orifice.

Let me review the tactical situation
for you, gentlemen.

Boudreaux is wounded.

He's been pursued and harried
across miles of open country.

Now he's cornered
and outnumbered 20 to 1.

He's an annoying little fucking insect
and I want him stepped on, hard.

You're not angry with me,
are you, Pick?

I don't get angry-

I'm a professional.

Let's move!

This is not good.

If we walk away now,
we can be in Mexico in five hours.

What the fuck is the matter with you, Pick?
Hunting drunks in alleys made you soft?

God, that son-of-a-bitch
is good!

Goddamn it, I'm gonna blow
his goddamn head off!

What are you lookin' at, you sons-of-bitches?
This is what you paid for! Get him!

Seal off this place.

The son-of-a-bitch is mine.

Sorry about the shirt.

Give it a rest, pal.

Now what do you wanna do?

Now we put arrow into everyone
what's not Chance, huh?

Come.

You fuckin' bitch!

Now...
Now look what you do.

Give me this gun.
I take care all this bad guy.

Give me this gun!

Chance!

- I told you to go for help.
- But we help.

All these men try to kill you.
We're here to help.

Boudreaux,
Boudreaux, Boudreaux.

I've been looking
all over for you.

You've been looking
in the wrong places.

That's good, cause I know you wouldn't
want to hurt my feelings.

Can you get up?

I cannot dance,
but I can get up.

Hey!

Hey!

You lucky son-of-a-bitch!

- You want some more o' that?
- Yeah!

How does it feel
to be hunted?

- You tell me!
- You should know better.

There's no country in the world
I haven't fired a bullet in!

You can't kill me!

You can't kill me!

I'm on every
battlefield!

There's a winner here!

- I don't see one.
- You're looking at him!

Come on, you son-of-a-bitch!
Take your best shot.

Chance!

Chance!

My boy!

Just shoot him!

You won't do that, will you,
Mr. Boudreaux?

Chance! Please!

If he shoots me, he'll kill you.
He's picked the wrong tool for the job.

Put the weapon down...

or I'll run her through!

You see, Miss Binder...

you I can understand.
It was a matter of family.

You had nothing in common
with those people.

What made you wanna
complicate my life like this?

Poor people get bored too.

- Come here.
- Please!

Load me.

Hunting season is over.

Douvee! Douvee!

What is this noise?
I was dreaming. Ch�re, I think about you.

I tell this turkey
he no kill this eagle.

Oh, headache I got here.

Oh, my God.

- What?
- I think I hurt pretty bad.

Now this,
this real catastrophe!

- This real bad.
- Yeah, real bad.