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Clips from Face/Off

Movies 1997 1,064 clips

Credits

l'll do it.
Sorry I woke you.
Oh, it's all right, Sean. it's okay.
I keep--
u-until I did one last thing--
Oh.
But go now.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Doctor, I have, uh, something--
Oh, my God.
Hey, you okay? Come on. Talk to me, Sean.
Sean Archer. Sean Archer.
Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.
You all right? Come on. Let's go.
This entire prison's one big magnetic field.
The boots tell us where you are.
Pollux.
Yeah!
I'm gonna have you fired.
Lars, it's me.
Believe it.
But it's cool. We're gonna deal with it.
- What's this about? - Dr Walsh.
Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Look, bro, you gotta help me.
Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
lt's just everything else. lt's--
lt's like a tab of bad Quantrex.
We're gonna blow up LA, bro. Ain't it cool?
lt belongs in the Louvre.
I guess the LA Convention Centre'll have to do.
For what?
You got a visitor.
Now, I have got to go.
Make love to.
Die!
and, uh, thank you.
Come on. Give me a break.
- Where you goin'? - To the hospital.
- There are leftovers in the fridge. - No, no.
I want to stay hungry for you, my peach.
- Give me that tongue. - Sean, come on.
Come here, sister
- Papa's in the swing - Got your E-mail, Karl.
He ain't too hip now
Tiramisu, tiramisu
Brother, we're going straight.
where an FBl agent became a city saviour.
Hey, look, l-- I wanna thank you for, uh,
Oh, big deal.
I want the authority...
What-- This intimate candlelight dinner? Huh?
lf the top cop in this country can't come home...
Exercise. One hour.
You can't.
Hey.
- I'm out of cigarettes. - Get back in line, Troy.
I said I'm out of cigarettes.
Hey, what the hell! That's not right!
You know, those things'll kill you.
And I didn't touch your sister.
- Out. - Out.
Get down!
You can do it.
No. No.
- Sean? - Eve, listen carefully.
Ah, yes.
Dietrich.
Aw, man. You scared me, man!
Hey!
I don't believe this. Castor Troy!
- You make me crazy - Look at this guy.
You know, you look pretty good for a dead guy.
- Mescal. - Two? - Yeah.
With your help.
Okay.
Welcome home, baby.
Don't it just break your heart?
sleep with his wife.
Well.
Cas.
Yes. His face off.
Nose. Skin.
The face...
I'm me.
Then I'll just have one jag-off to take care of.
- Maybe two. Hold on. - Karl, stop it!
- Happy hunting. I'll catch ya later. - Stop it!
- Okay, say you're sorry. - I'm sorry.
This isn't you.