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Clips from Firestarter

Short Films 1984 15 min 1,281 clips

Credits

Let's get him.
I'm gonna give you a $500 bill.
(WARBLING)
The exact nature of this compound is classified
Absolutely not.
When do we start to shrink?
You'll be fine.
WOMAN: I can't feel my hands.
Thank you. What a nice compliment.
(SCREAMING)
We're here. Come on.
Where are we?
The Shop figures he may be running down by now.
He's overdone it before and wound up in bed.
It's doing something to his brain.
We can't stay here.
It's not right. It's not right to steal.
I made Mommy scream.
Okay.
Why don't you just stop bugging me?
I don't have any money.
WOMAN: That's not true.
and before I could stop it, it just happened.
Single file. Just like the Indians.
I thought you were dead.
Are you kidding?
- (GROANING) - Shh...
I couldn't help it.
No, tomorrow.
Charlie, you have got to control this thing
Sorry.
Whoever it is.
Oh...
Oh, no! Please, no, no!
Charlie!
- (INDISTINCT SCREAMING) - MAN: Hold her!
ANDY: (WARBLING) Bring her to me.
You're blind.
My eyes! My eyes!
Oh, my God! Leon!
My eyes! Son of a bitch!
Wake up, baby. It's time to move on.
Put him right through when he does.
How was Venice?
(CHUCKLING) Sinking.
To try to persuade you to sanction them both,
I didn't realize.
experiment brought out in Andrew McGee.
What is the point, Doctor?
Ever since this child was born,
bursts into smoky flame.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- (LAUGHING) That's insane. - Is it? Is it?
IRV: Well... That's a pretty little miss.
Ran into a little problem.
(CAR HONKING)
No, damn it, it's them.
Always, and I'm glad to have you.
Another little drink won't do us any harm
Why, sure. Come on in.
Okay. Goody.
Her mother's been dead for a year.
Is it too late?
I got some tall apologizing to do.
Hi, Andy. Hi, Charlie.
I'd advise you do what my daughter says.
ANDY: Don't be stupid.
(AGENTS SCREAMING)
Help! Help!
Help me!
Charlie.
(SCREAMING)
There's the lake. We're here.
After what you did at the farm,
Let's go. Let's go.
Tell the newspapers all about it.
What?
How do you feel?
(CLEARING THROAT)
WOMAN: They're here. They mailed some letters.
What the hell are you talking about?
Hmm.
Yet inside her is the power of the gods.
Reel in some of the slack out of the line.
MAN: Here he comes.
- I'll get it, baby. - (YELLING) I can do it!
I guess so.
- (GUN FIRING) - (GASPING)
Who shot my daughter? (ECHOING)