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Clips from The Spirit

Short Films 1987 1,285 clips

Credits

Your mind ain't right, Octopus.
You're talking crazy. You're talking crazy talk.
We're the only two like us, pretty boy.
-I'm nothing like you. -Nothing like me?
Just like me.
You ever wonder why?
Never even crossed my mind.
Well, I'll be learning you!
I'll be learning you real soon.
I'll be learning you.
Oh, well, look who's here.
Boss, we better get out of here.
Such pain.
Such suffering.
Sleep.
Come on, come on, come on.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Hey, baby.
-Ellen. -You're a mess.
Three bullets across the deltoid.
Major contusions on any visible skin.
Oh, come on, Ellen. They never last long.
Evidence of a profusely bleeding cranial wound.
No, that's nothing. That's just a bump.
Yeah, you're a mess, all right.
-Really, I'm okay. -No, this is serious.
I'm missing something. It's really important.
-Do you know where you are? -Sure.
-What city? -Central City, U.S.A.
What year is it?
This year.
-Do you know who you are? -The Spirit.
Why do you say that?
Because he told me he knows something.
-You're delirious. Come on. -No.
Oh, golly, will you look at that.
That was close, buddy.
I was looking all over for you.
There. That's better.
Yup. That's better.
That tears it.
You're delusional.
-Tuska, over here! -Ellen!
Dr. Ellen Dolan! Over here, right now!
I can hear fluid in his chest.
It's faint, but I swear it's there.
I got it. He's got blood in both his lungs.
Stabilize him, get him on Pegasus.
-Go back to the helicopter. -I'll flip him over.
No, leave him flat. Get me new gloves. Gauze.
-You find anything? -No, sir.
-Yeah, we're all damn impressed. -Thanks.
-I don't follow you. -We're flat on our asses...
Not this again. You know the score.
I thought I did. Go ahead and enlighten me.
Bring me up to speed.
He thinks I don't run a tight ship?
You're damn right I'm going after The Octopus!
You been to Dropsie Avenue and C?
-Have you seen those girls? -Yeah.
...slaves to The Octopus and his poison.
-...I wouldn't have to play it solo. -Solo, huh?
Solo?
That wasn't our deal, hotshot.
Why, you....
You're living at the edge of a cliff, son.
Look, we're both tired.
Yeah.
-Yeah. -Just give me 1 0 minutes.
Just give me 1 0 minutes.
Just to clear my head.
Right. Sure.
What's 1 0 minutes in a man's life anyway?
Spirit?
Sir.
That cliff I was talking about?
There's no bottom.
Don't jump.
"What are you?" That's what the woman asked me.
It's a good question.
I wish I had an answer for her.
Am I a crazy man?
Or am I a man at all?
Some nights, like this one...
... when the wind bites deep, bone deep...
Am I some sort of ghost?
Some sort of Flying Dutchman?
If the wind picked up hard enough...