Last Exit to Brooklyn Page #5

Synopsis: Taken from Hubert Selby, Jr.'s controversial novel. A gallery of characters in Brooklyn in the 1950s are crushed by their surroundings and selves: a union strike leader discovers he is gay; a prostitute falls in love with one of her clients; a family cannot cope with the fact that their daughter is illegitimately pregnant.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Uli Edel
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  6 wins.
 
IMDB:
6.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
78%
R
Year:
1989
102 min
324 Views


champagne that you liked. Huh?

You're so sweet.

What happened to your hand?

I'll tell you all about it.

Let's crack that champagne.

You won't believe this story.

Hey! Tough luck,

Bulaggi!

What is that, darling?

That's teaching people

not to f*** with Harry Black.

Hey, what the f*** are you

doing here this early?

- You know Secretary Dowland?

- Yeah, sure, Jack, how are you, eh?

What do you say, beer?

A little hair of the dog, huh?

Dowland's in charge of investigating

what happened at the riot.

Where were you in the morning

when the trucks came in?

'Cause nobody got to me

for almost two hours.

And, by that time, company security

was there and the cops were there

and where the f*** were you?

Uh...

But nothing, nothing happened

till later that night.

Now, people have been asking me,

how come I wasn't there.

Now, you think I'm gonna take

the heat because you f***ed up.

Hold on, Boyce. For Christ sake,

I mean, what about my hand, huh?

Na, that's it. We can't let

you run the office anymore,

and you're stepping down

as shop steward.

I was late one f***ing time.

Dowland also found out about the

other sh*t that's been going on here.

What're you talking about?

Your expenses!

No, no, no. You told me, Boyce.

You said that as long...

I could buy anything if I got receipts

and look, I got them, I got receipts here.

What are you giving me

this sh*t for?

Champagne from "Bernie's Liquors,"

cab rides all over hell,

a new... A new tie?

Who the f*** do you think you are?

Frank Sinatra?

Boyce, you can't do this to me.

- Take out your wallet.

- What?

Your wallet. Take it out!

That's all the money I got.

You're gonna put back every dime

you took out of here, you hear me?

I don't have the money, Boyce.

Boyce, please.

Don't beg, Harry.

And don't slam the door.

Hey, Harry.

Harry, Harry, how's the hand?

That was something the way you

busted up that scab yesterday.

Let's go. We got

another load coming.

You know, you've awaken me

from a simply delightful sleep?

- I don't know why you had to call

so early. - I got to talk to you, Regina.

Since I'm up I suppose

I'll wash up and put a face on,

we can go out for a

nice brunch somewhere,

and after that you can take me to the cinema

if I should happen to be in the mood.

- I just came from the strike office.

- Oh, you and that strike.

- I'm not in charge of the office no more.

- I can't hear a word you're saying.

I know what, you can take me

to this adorable little new place

that has the most divine

champagne brunch.

I don't... I don't know if I can.

Regina, I don't have enough money.

What do you mean, you don't have

enough money? Go and get some.

No, I can't get anymore.

I don't get expenses now.

Don't be silly, Harry.

Of course you can get some more.

Don't be such a bore.

Look, can't we stay here?

I'll go out. I'll get some beer.

What are you talking about?

We don't have to go anywhere,

we could stay here.

Oh, Harry, sometimes

you are just too much.

I have no intention of staying

here like some fishwife.

Now, will you please

leave me alone?

I don't, I don't have

enough money to go out.

I'd like to stay here.

See, we have a few beers

and nobody's gonna bother us.

I ain't even hungry. Or else,

we could get some sandwiches.

Oh, for God's sake. Will you

please stop babbling like a baby?

I am not staying home.

Now, if you have any money,

you can meet me later at Stewart's,

and if not, please do not

annoy me any further.

But...

Really, Harry,

you are getting hysterical.

We don't have to go.

As if I care.

- Regina!

- Oh, are you still here?

Tell me, Harry, how long you gonna

sit there jerking that glass off?

It's really a terrible habit.

Regina.

I'll see you downtown

later? I love your hat.

Hope I didn't leave anything.

No. Just your jacket.

It's okay, I'm gonna wear that.

I'm having trouble getting

this thing closed.

Here, this will help you.

Is that enough?

God, I wish I didn't have to leave.

- Well, I guess this is it.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna miss New York.

I'm really, really glad

that I met you, Tral.

Come on, move it, soldier!

- Bye, Tral.

- Come on, move it!

Yeah, so long.

Tral, Tral.

I almost forgot.

Wait till I'm gone

before you open it, okay?

Dear Tral,

I wish there was some way

for you to know

how much the time we spent

together has meant to me.

I know that nothing

in this world is sure,

but I hope and pray that

I will live through this war

and that someday you and I

will see each other again.

Give me a whiskey!

- Hey, doll, have a drink with us.

- Oh, yeah, both of us.

Those stupid punks couldn't

kiss my ass.

Count to ten.

What?

Watch this...

One, two, three

four, five, six

seven, eight, nine, ten. So what?

Who's paying for the drink?

- C'mon, doll, have a drink with us.

- Yeah, come on.

Yeah, give me a double.

Please don't hang up the phone,

Regina. I got to talk to you.

Harold, stop being so ridiculous.

You see, Regina,

you don't understand. I...

Hey, motherf***er!

You're drunk, Mr. Black.

It's me, Bobby, you know.

My dad owns the grocery store.

Jeez, you're really drunk,

ain't you?

Where are you going?

Hey, you're hurting my neck.

Hey, where are you going?

What's back here?

What are you doing?

Hey, cut it out!

- Stop.

- Let me go!

- Please, please, please.

Please!

Where?

Over there.

In the back? Where, Bobby, where?

There he is.

You tried to blow a little kid,

you f***ing freak!

Freak. Freak.

Bobby, come here, take a shot.

- Go on, Bobby, take a shot.

Get him, Bobby.

Atta boy, Bobby.

Okay. Get him up. Get him up.

Lift him up,

put his arms around me.

Here, like this.

Let me give you a hand.

Here we go.

Oh, sh*t!

Here, my turn.

Get out of here, wait.

Yeah, me too! I can go

for somethin' to drink.

How about you, Bobby, you thirsty?

- Yeah.

Hey, that was the first real kick

we had in a while.

Get out of here.

F*** you, you're just jealous.

Oh God.

Joseph, I baptize you

in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

May almighty God, Father

of our Lord Jesus Christ,

who has given you a new birth

through the water and the Holy Spirit

and forgiven all your sins,

anoint you with the chrism of salvation

in the name of Christ Jesus our Lord,

- for life everlasting.

- Amen.

Amen.

Receive this burning light

and keep the grace of your baptism

throughout your blameless life.

Observe the commandments of God.

Then, when the Lord comes

to the heavenly wedding feast,

you will be able to meet him with

all the saints in the halls of heaven

and live forever and ever.

Joseph, go in peace,

and the Lord be with you.

Amen.

Hey, Willie, give me a drink here.

I haven't seen you

around here in a while.

You got any money?

That's none of your goddamn business.

My friend here is gonna pay for it.

- Won't you, honey?

- Hey, he's with me!

If you try cutting my throat,

I'll dump your guts on the floor.

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Desmond Nakano

Desmond Nakano (born 1953) is an American film director, screenwriter, film score composer, and actor. He is Sansei, or third-generation Japanese American. He directed the feature films, White Man's Burden (1995) and American Pastime (2007). His writing credits include the screenplays for the dramatic feature films Last Exit to Brooklyn (1989), American Me (1992), White Man's Burden, and American Pastime. more…

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