After Dark, My Sweet
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- 1990
- 114 min
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I WONDER WHERE:
I'LL BE TOMORROW.
I WONDER WHY:
I DIDN'T STAY
AND A THOUSAND MILES
FROM HERE.
I WONDER WHETHER
I SHOULDN'T GO BACK.
THEY REALLY WEREN' DOING ME MUCH GOOD THERE.
TOO UNDERSTAFFED,
BUT THEY WERE:
NICE TO ME,
AND IF I HADN'T GOTTEN
SO DAMN RESTLESS,
IF THEY HADN'T MADE I SO EASY TO ESCAPE...
FROM THINGS:
FOR A LONG TIME,
EVER SINCE I COULDN' WALK AWAY FROM HIM.
AND GETTING ME:
IN THE CLINCHES.
AND I COULDN' WALK AWAY.
ALWAYS COMES BACK
THE SAME.
ABOVE THE ROAR:
OF THE CROWD.
THAT ONE:
WILDLY SHRIEKING VOICE.
HE'S PUNCHING
HIS BRAINS OUT.
IT'S MURDER.
IT'S MURDER.
PERSONALIZED.
THAT'S NICE.
VOLUME.
ICE COLD.
NICE CLEAN GLASS.
HERE ALL AROUND.
I CAN UNDERSTAND.
YOU'RE PROBABLY
A LITTLE TIRED.
HIYA, FAY.
RATHER WARM DAY.
REALLY DEVELOPS:
A PERSON'S THIRST,
DOESN'T IT?
HERE YOU GO, FAY.
JACK BILLINGSLEY.
AND, UM...
ANYWAYS,
I CAN FIX:
LOTS OF THINGS,
BUT, UH, CARS...
DARNED IF OLD:
CRAZY JACK WASN'T GONE
WHEN I GOT BACK.
WAS HE--
STARTED HIMSELF.
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.
NOW YOU'RE IN HERE
LOOKING FOR HIM:
WHILE HE'S OUT THERE
LOOKING FOR YOU.
YEAH.
OUGHT TO KNOW:
PROBABLY:
HAD AN ACCIDENT.
IN FACT, I THINK
WHAT?
UH-HUH.
HE AND A GIRL:
NAMED JILL.
DIDN'T YOU, BERT?
YEAH.
THEN THEY GO THEIR HEADS BUSTED.
WELL, I GUESS
I JUST DON'T REALLY
GET THE POINT.
OF YOUR HEAD?
MAYBE YOU'LL FEEL IT.
OK, MAC.
DISAPPEAR.
I HAVEN' DONE ANYTHING.
I'VE BEEN ACTING
ALL RIGHT.
BEAT IT.
FOR A FRIEND.
ALL RIGHT?
I'VE BEEN POLITE.
YOU KNOW?
LOOK,
I'M AN EX-SERVICEMAN.
FOR 1 1/2 YEARS.
HEY, HEY, HEY.
TAKE IT EASY.
ALL RIGHT.
HEY.
GET IN.
LOOK, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
BERT'S NOT GOING
TO MAKE TROUBLE.
YEAH?
HE'S NOT GOING
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY,
WE'RE NOT GOING
BACK THERE.
WITH ME.
HOME WITH YOU?
COME ON.
THERE'S A GOOD BOY.
ACTING SO FRIENDLY
ALL OF A SUDDEN.
ONE MINUTE,
SEEMED TO DEPEND
AND HOW SHE FEL DEPENDED ON HOW MUCH WINE
TICK, TICK, TICK, TICK,
TICK, TICK, TICK.
BY THE WAY,
I'M MRS. FAY ANDERSON.
MRS. FAY ANDERSON.
I'M HAPPY
TO MEET YOU.
IT'S A UNIQUE
PRIVILEGE:
TO MEET A MAN:
WITHOUT A NAME.
EXCUSE ME.
I'M, UH, KEVIN COLLINS.
NO.
NOTTHE:
KEVIN COLLINS.
YEAH,
IT'S YOUR STORY,
ACTUALLY,
I WAS WONDERING:
ABOUT MR. ANDERSON.
HE'S DEAD, KEVIN.
GONE TO HELL.
COLLINS.
COLLINS.
COLLIE.
COLLIE?
ALL RIGHT.
CALL ME COLLIE.
THAT'S BECAUSE
STUPID AND SHAGGY
WITH A BIG, LONG NOSE
PEOPLE'S BUSINESS.
I WASN'T, UH...
FORGET IT.
CHEERS.
YOU'RE VERY FAS WITH YOUR MITTS,
COLLIE.
FAST AND EFFICIENT.
WELL, WHAT HAPPENED,
WITH YOUR HEAD?
MRS. ANDERSON.
I'D LIKE TO CORREC AN ERRONEOUS IMPRESSION
BUT I'M NOT.
WELL, YOU SWEAR
TO THAT, COLLIE.
HAVE IT SIGNED:
AND NOTARIZED,
AND I'LL TAKE I UNDER CONSIDERATION.
I'M NOT STUPID,
AND I DON'T LIKE
FOR PEOPLE:
WHERE--
WHERE IT'S DIFFICUL TO CONVERSE WITH SOMEONE
ON EQUAL FOOTING.
AN INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION,
SO AFTER A WHILE,
SHUT UP.
BUT I'M--
SHUT UP.
SOMEONE'S COMING.
AROUND HERE, COLLIE?
WHO WAS THAT?
NOSY, NOSY.
YOU CAN USE:
MY HUSBAND'S WORK CLOTHES.
I DIDN'T SAY
THAT I'D STAY.
FOR A FRIEND--
JACK BILLINGSLEY.
WHAT ARE THEY?
DATE PALMS, COLLIE.
GET-RICH-QUICK-SCHEME
NUMBER 302.
WITHERING AWAY:
IT'S NOT MUCH,
BUT IT'S PRIVATE.
IDEA ABOUT ME, COLLIE.
WE JUST MET.
I DON'T HAVE
ANY IDEAS YET.
OH, THAT'S RIGHT.
I FORGOT.
START WORK TOMORROW.
FOR A DRINK.
OH, AND COLLIE, DARLING.
AND DON'T SHAVE.
I LIKE:
KICKED THE BUCKET,
ONCE A WEEK.
AND DANCE.
I MEAN,
I DON'T DANCE,
GARRETT STOKER.
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
DON'T MIND ME.
GOING TO HELP HER OU WHEN I CAME BY
THIS AFTERNOON.
YES, SIR.
HEY, MISS.
DIDN'T REALLY UNDERSTAND
THIS AFTERNOON:
HELPING YOU OUT.
DIDN'T THINK MUCH
ABOUT IT.
THE KID'S LEFT HOOK.
KID COLLINS.
WHEN WAS THAT LAST FIGH OF YOURS, KID,
THE BIG ONE?
IT WAS, UH...
IT WASN'T EVEN
A BIG FIGHT, SIR.
SURE, KID, SURE.
BUT EVERY FIGHT'S
A BIG ONE.
TO KILL YOU.
YEAH, I UNDERSTAND, SIR.
TELL ME WHEN:
SPORTS AT 11:
00'S OVER.WHERE YOU GOING?
TO SETTLE DOWN, KID.
SETTLE DOWN?
FOR A WHILE.
REST UP.
KEEP FAY:
OUT OF TROUBLE.
I GOT A FEELING:
TO PUT YOU:
NEXT TO SOMETHING
PRETTY GOOD.
LOOK, SIR.
UNCLE BUD.
I APPRECIATE YOU
WANTING TO HELP, BUT...
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