Clash by Night
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- 1952
- 105 min
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Okay, boys, let's get her unloaded.
Sooner the quicker.
Go to cannery, go to farm,
go to picking grape.
Everywhere I go, bosses says no.
Jerry is gonna be mad when he
come off his boat and find you here.
- So he's mad.
- Old man ought to sleep late in the morning.
Is old, 68?
Is old, 68?
No good for work no more?
Chop them up, old men,
chop them up like bait.
Coffee. And a brandy.
Better make it whiskey, lady.
I thought when I heard music it was you.
Now, come on home, Papa. Let's go home.
- Oh, home.
- No, no, no.
What's home? Sit thinking.
No wife, no music. It's nothing, home.
- Why don't you take up golf.
- Why don't you shut up.
Now, come on home, Papa,
and don't make no trouble.
Come on, now.
Now look what you did.
Oh, excuse, it's a mistake.
Oh, you're always making mistakes.
I'm sorry, miss.
If you'd stay home like I told you,
nothing would happen.
Hey, ain't you Mae Doyle?
Yes.
Papa, you remember Mae.
Mae Doyle, Joe's sister.
I guess you don't
remember me, huh, Mae?
I don't remember a lot of things.
Guess I took on a little beef.
Jerry D'Amato.
Joe works on my boat.
- In the morning?
- Only when I have a cold.
- How much?
- A dollar even.
You coming home to stay?
- For a while.
- There ain't nothing like home, is there?
That's what they say.
Nephew, I didn't have me eyes closed
a second when... he's out of the house.
- All right, Uncle Vince.
- I'm trying to get a few winks.
- I'm so worn out.
- I know.
- Come on, Papa.
- I'm worn out taking care of him.
I said to myself, my nephew
would be hopping mad.
Blaming me as usual.
The old gent gets tanked and...
- Hi, Peggy.
- Hey.
I thought you...
I thought you weren't gonna eat
any more chocolate.
- You'll spread.
- So I'll spread.
- Don't, Joe.
- Why not?
I feel icky.
Mr. Homan went
in the warehouse today.
Found two girls asleep in the sacks.
- Did he holler?
- Murder.
Well, when a man pays your day's wages,
you owe him a day's work.
Irene came into work with a...
Irene came into work with a black eye.
That fellow she married when she was
working the fruit canneries...
...came down last night.
Wanted her to go back upstate
and live with him again.
And when she wouldn't,
he just beat her up awful.
- You should see her eye.
- Well, he's her husband.
So what?
I suppose you'd beat me up too
if I was your wife.
Sure, regular.
Let me see you try.
Just let me see any man try.
What would you do?
Scratch my eyes out?
Just try it. You'll find out.
- Tough, ain't you?
- Yeah.
- We should've had you in the 3rd Division.
- Let go.
Sure.
When I want you to kiss me,
I'll let you know. By special messenger.
Aren't you going to
welcome me home, Joe?
Welcome home.
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Ten years.
Can 10 years go that fast?
House looks nice.
She looks nice too.
Peggy, my sister, Mae.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Funny, coming home
and finding the door locked...
...and not having a key to it anymore.
I remember the house as bigger.
It isn't very big, is it?
It's big enough.
Is there any coffee? Mae must be tired.
On the stove.
Why didn't you come home before?
Why didn't I go to China?
Some things you do,
some things you don't.
The way you wrote,
I thought you'd come back rich.
- Where's it parked?
- What?
The car with the chauffeur
and the rich husband.
There isn't any car. There isn't
any husband, rich, poor, indifferent.
Ain't that what you left town for?
I left town because I...
...left town.
What do you want, Joe, my life's history?
Here it is in four words:
Big ideas, small results.
The guy you wrote Ma
you were gonna marry.
I neglected to write
that he was already married.
Does it sound sordid?
All right, it sounds sordid.
He died, left me some money.
But they took it to court.
His wife, his brothers.
I almost drowned in outraged relatives.
Mae Doyle, 10 years later.
It's your life.
Yes, that's what's so funny.
It's really mine.
Well, do I go or stay?
It's your house too.
You can use Ma's old room.
Mae, I'll help you unpack.
You watch the coffee. Come on.
Joe said you lived in New York.
For a while.
- I don't think I'd like New York.
- Why?
I don't know. I'd be scared.
Nice. Did you get this in New York?
No, a drug store in Kansas City.
How old are you, Peg?
Twenty.
Twenty, the age of miracles.
- Here's your coffee, Mae.
- Oh, thanks, Joe.
- Do you want anything?
- A Cadillac.
Know what I'd really like?
A trailer.
Just go over the whole country
seeing places.
Where would you bring up the kids,
in the back seat?
Who said I'd have kids?
- You'd have kids.
- Yeah?
- I gathered that.
But I hate people bossing me.
You marry a fella,
the first thing he does is boss you.
He can be real sweet sometimes.
But I don't wanna have to work
in a cannery if I got married.
Does Joe want you to work?
You know fellas.
They say a lot of things.
But wait till there's a bad catch
and money's short.
I'd go right back in the cannery.
I'd be stuck good.
You're very pretty, Peggy.
The boys whistle a lot.
I'm real glad you came back home, Mae.
Are you?
- Am I what?
- Glad you're home.
Home is where you come
when you run out of places.
I sure was surprised when
I walked into Angelo's...
sitting at the bar.
- What's she gonna do now she's home?
- I don't know.
You got some twine?
- I bet she goes out a lot.
- Out?
You know, nightclubs,
theaters, stuff like that.
- She does all right.
- Sure.
Why shouldn't she,
swell-looking girl like Mae?
Hey, why don't you ask her out?
- Me?
- Well, why not you?
I wouldn't be any fun for a swell-l2ooking girl
like Mae. She's used to nightclubs.
- Nightclubs?
- Yeah.
She ain't been out of the house
in two weeks.
Look out.
Watch out. Why, you dirty brat.
What do you want, the whole sidewalk?
Get off the street,
you little hoodlums.
I lost two bottles.
Rotten kids.
I hope they all get run over.
Dirty little rats.
What are you sitting
with your hat on for?
Crazy old gent sitting
in the house with a hat on.
Not important, hat.
It's what under the hat
that makes you worry.
What you got to worry about?
Son supports you, don't he?
Didn't move any of them checkers
while I was out getting the beer, did you?
Last night, under the bridge...
4 days, 5 days old.
Nobody wants kids.
They clutter up the house.
I told you to close the icebox.
You'll burn the bulb out.
- Where'd all the beer come from?
- Schneider's.
I thought I told you
to stop charging stuff.
- Well, you're rich. You'll never miss it.
- I ain't rich.
A little baby, 4 days, 5 days old.
What's the matter with Papa?
They found a dead baby
under the bridge. He's worried.
People believe in nothing, nothing.
I know, Papa.
It's a sad story.
- My nephew's going out?
- To a movie.
- With who, may I ask?
- Mae Doyle, that's who.
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