After Dark, My Sweet
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- Year:
- 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.
IT WAS TOO OVERCROWDED,
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...
I'VE BEEN WALKING AWAY
FROM THINGS:
FOR A LONG TIME,
EVER SINCE I COULDN' WALK AWAY FROM HIM.
HE WAS FOULING ME
AND GETTING ME:
IN THE CLINCHES.
I COULDN' GET HIM TO STOP,
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.
SOMETHING LIKE THA EXPENSIVE?
IT MIGHT NOT BE THAT BAD.
THAT'S WHA IT'S ALL ABOUT--
VOLUME.
YOU SURE KNOW HOW
TO SERVE A BEER RIGHT.
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.
I WAS DRIVING SOUTH
WITH THIS FRIEND OF MINE,
JACK BILLINGSLEY.
BIG REAL ESTATE FAMILY.
AND, UM...
ANYWAYS,
OUR CAR BROKE DOWN,
I CAN FIX:
LOTS OF THINGS,
BUT, UH, CARS...
DARNED IF OLD:
CRAZY JACK WASN'T GONE
WHEN I GOT BACK.
I IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENED
WAS HE--
JACK GOT THE CAR
STARTED HIMSELF.
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.
NOW YOU'RE IN HERE
LOOKING FOR HIM:
WHILE HE'S OUT THERE
LOOKING FOR YOU.
YEAH.
DARN OLD CRAZY JACK
OUGHT TO KNOW:
I'D COME INTO A PLACE
PROBABLY:
HAD AN ACCIDENT.
IN FACT, I THINK
I READ ABOUT IT.
WHAT?
UH-HUH.
HE AND A GIRL:
NAMED JILL.
YOU READ ABOUT IT,
DIDN'T YOU, BERT?
YEAH.
THEY FELL DOWN A HILL,
THEN THEY GO THEIR HEADS BUSTED.
WELL, I GUESS
I JUST DON'T REALLY
GET THE POINT.
REACH TO THE TOP
OF YOUR HEAD?
MAYBE YOU'LL FEEL IT.
OK, MAC.
DISAPPEAR.
I HAVEN' DONE ANYTHING.
I'VE BEEN ACTING
ALL RIGHT.
YOU GOT NO RIGHT--
BEAT IT.
FOR A FRIEND.
ALL RIGHT?
I'VE BEEN POLITE.
YOU KNOW?
LOOK,
I'M AN EX-SERVICEMAN.
I'VE BEEN TO COLLEGE.
I'VE BEEN TO JUNIOR COLLEGE
FOR 1 1/2 YEARS.
HEY, HEY, HEY.
TAKE IT EASY.
KEEP YOUR HAIR ON.
ALL RIGHT.
HEY.
GET IN.
LOOK, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
BERT'S NOT GOING
TO MAKE TROUBLE.
YEAH?
HE'S NOT GOING
TO GET THE CHANCE.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
BERT'S THE LAST PERSON
TO CALL THE COPS.
ANYWAY,
WE'RE NOT GOING
BACK THERE.
WITH ME.
HOME WITH YOU?
COME ON.
THERE'S A GOOD BOY.
I WONDERED WHY SHE'S
ACTING SO FRIENDLY
ALL OF A SUDDEN.
ONE MINUTE,
NEEDLING YOU THE NEXT.
SEEMED TO DEPEND
ON HOW SHE FELT,
AND HOW SHE FEL DEPENDED ON HOW MUCH WINE
SHE HAD IN HER.
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,
DON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT.
IT'S YOUR STORY,
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
YOU WAN A PIGGYBACK RIDE?
ACTUALLY,
I WAS WONDERING:
ABOUT MR. ANDERSON.
HE'S DEAD, KEVIN.
GONE TO HELL.
COLLINS.
COLLINS.
COLLIE.
COLLIE?
ALL RIGHT.
A LOT OF PEOPLE:
CALL ME COLLIE.
THAT'S BECAUSE
YOU LOOK LIKE ONE.
STUPID AND SHAGGY
WITH A BIG, LONG NOSE
TO POKE IN OTHER
PEOPLE'S BUSINESS.
I WASN'T, UH...
FORGET IT.
CHEERS.
YOU'RE VERY FAS WITH YOUR MITTS,
COLLIE.
FAST AND EFFICIENT.
YOU EVER FIGH PROFESSIONALLY?
WELL, WHAT HAPPENED,
STOP A FEW TOO MANY
WITH YOUR HEAD?
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING,
MRS. ANDERSON.
I'D LIKE TO CORREC AN ERRONEOUS IMPRESSION
YOU SEEM TO HAVE ABOUT ME.
I'M NOT AT ALL STUPID.
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:
MOST OF MY LIFE:
I'VE BEEN IN PLACES
WHERE--
I'VE WORKED IN PLACES
WHERE IT'S DIFFICUL TO CONVERSE WITH SOMEONE
ON EQUAL FOOTING.
IT'S HARD TO CARRY ON
AN INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION,
SO AFTER A WHILE,
YOU LOSE THE KNACK.
SHUT UP.
BUT I'M--
SHUT UP.
SOMEONE'S COMING.
THINK YOU COULD FIX
A FEW THINGS UP:
AROUND HERE, COLLIE?
WHO WAS THAT?
NOSY, NOSY.
YOU CAN USE:
MY HUSBAND'S WORK CLOTHES.
YOU'RE AROUND HIS SIZE.
I DIDN'T SAY
THAT I'D STAY.
YOU SEEM TO FORGE I'M WAITING
FOR A FRIEND--
JACK BILLINGSLEY.
OLD TREES WORKING AGAIN.
WHAT ARE THEY?
DATE PALMS, COLLIE.
MY HUSBAND IMPORTED THEM
DIRECT FROM THE ARABS.
GET-RICH-QUICK-SCHEME
NUMBER 302.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM?
THEY'VE ALL DRIED UP,
WITHERING AWAY:
FROM LACK OF ATTENTION.
IT'S NOT MUCH,
BUT IT'S PRIVATE.
DON'T GET THE WRONG
IDEA ABOUT ME, COLLIE.
WE JUST MET.
I DON'T HAVE
ANY IDEAS YET.
OH, THAT'S RIGHT.
I FORGOT.
START WORK TOMORROW.
YOU GET CLEANED UP,
AND I'LL BUY YOU DINNER.
I'M IN THE MOOD
FOR A DRINK.
OH, AND COLLIE, DARLING.
DO YOUR FAY A FAVOR
AND DON'T SHAVE.
I LIKE:
[MEXICAN FOLK MUSIC PLAYS]
BEFORE MY OLD MAN
KICKED THE BUCKET,
WE USED TO COME HERE
ONCE A WEEK.
AND DANCE.
DO YOU WANT TO DANCE?
I MEAN,
I DON'T DANCE,
I THOUGH THAT WAS YOU, FAY.
GARRETT STOKER.
YOU CAN CALL ME UNCLE BUD
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
DON'T MIND ME.
I SAW YOU AND FAY DANCING,
BE NICE TO MEET YOU.
FAY SAID YOU WERE
GOING TO HELP HER OU WHEN I CAME BY
THIS AFTERNOON.
YES, SIR.
NICE TO MEET YOU.
HEY, MISS.
I'LL HAVE A BOTTLE OF RED
AND ONE MORE GLASS.
DIDN'T REALLY UNDERSTAND
THIS AFTERNOON:
WHEN YOU TOLD ME
YOU HAD A KEVIN COLLINS
HELPING YOU OUT.
DIDN'T THINK MUCH
ABOUT IT.
I SAW YOU TWO:
ON THE DANCE FLOOR,
THE KID'S LEFT HOOK.
THAT'S WHA THEY CALLED HIM--
KID COLLINS.
WHEN WAS THAT LAST FIGH OF YOURS, KID,
THE BIG ONE?
IT WAS, UH, SOME TIME AGO.
IT WAS, UH...
IT WASN'T EVEN
A BIG FIGHT, SIR.
SURE, KID, SURE.
BUT EVERY FIGHT'S
A BIG ONE.
BEING IN THE RING.
FACING SOMEONE WHO WANTS
TO KILL YOU.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
WHY AM I TELLING YOU?
YEAH, I UNDERSTAND, SIR.
CUT OUT THE "SIR" STUFF.
TELL ME WHEN:
SPORTS AT 11:
00'S OVER.WHERE YOU GOING?
TO TALK TO A MIRROR.
TO SETTLE DOWN, KID.
PEOPLE WHO ADMIRE YOU,
SETTLE DOWN?
YEAH, TAKE IT EASY
FOR A WHILE.
REST UP.
KEEP FAY:
OUT OF TROUBLE.
I GOT A FEELING:
I MIGHT BE ABLE:
TO PUT YOU:
NEXT TO SOMETHING
PRETTY GOOD.
LOOK, SIR.
UNCLE BUD.
I APPRECIATE YOU
WANTING TO HELP, BUT...
GET IT OFF YOUR CHEST.
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