Little Murders
- PG
- Year:
- 1971
- 110 min
- 1,294 Views
- [Woman Humming]
- [Man Outside] Hey.
[People Chattering Outside]
[Motor Rewing Outside]
[Man]
What you doing in the street?
- [Man Shouts, Indistinct]
- [Man #2] I can't hear you. What?
[Man #3]
He's taking pictures. Did you hear that?
[Man]
What do you want a picture for? Huh?
- [Man #4] I'm a photographer.
- [Man #2] Aphotographer?
[Loud Marching Band
On Radio]
[Stops]
[Man #3] Hey, he looks like a big photographer.
[Man #2] Wipe that smile off your face.
[Ringing]
[Chattering Continues]
[Man #2]
Hey, you think you're a tough guy, right?
[Ringing Continues]
[Heavy Breathing On Phone]
Creep.
[Chattering Continues]
- [Man #2] For what?
- [Man #4] My camera.
Your camera. Why?
[Man #3]
You have a lot of fun with it.
[Man] Take our picture.
[Man #3]
Be careful with his camera.
[Ringing]
[Man #2] Hey. Take my picture, will you, man?
[Ringing Continues]
- Hello.
- Patsy, this is Lester.
- Hello, Lester.
- I thought it only fair to tell you...
I'm getting married.
I think that's
a very good idea, Lester.
I won't do it if you don't think
I should.
I want you very much
to get married, Lester.
Can I come over tonight
and talk to you about it?
- No, Lester.
- Tomorrow night?
I have to get off now, Lester.
[Man]
Come on! Do something!
- [Man #2] How about your camera now?
- [Man #3]Jesus Christ. What a fruit.
- [Man] He's a fruit, man.
- [Man #3] F*ggot.
- [Man] F*ggot.
[Man] Look at that son of a b*tch!
Look at him!
Look at him! He's a big fag! Get him!
Fag! Go on! Get him, man!
- Come on, faggy. Come on. Do something.
Grab his camera. What is it, baby?
Come on! Do something!
[Men Yelling Outside]
[Man Cackling]
Get him! Oh! Oh!
[Man #2]
What are you laughing at?
- What are you laughing at?
- You think that's funny? Come on.
- You want more?
- Come on. Do something.
[Man] Come on, pal.
We're gonna hurt your camera.
- We're gonna take your camera.
- Come on! [Laughs]
- Yeah! Come on!
- [Man #2] Talk to us, man. Talk!
- Hey, you guys. Stop it down there.
- Come on!
Hey. I'm gonna call the police.
Stop it. Hey!
Hey! Come on.
Stand up and fight.
[Yelling]
- Get him.
- You're a big fag!
- You fruit!
- Come on!
- Pick him up! Pick him up!
- [Dial Tone Humming]
[Busy Signal Beeping]
[Line Ringing]
You're not a man, you're a f*ggot!
[Yelling Continues]
Police emergency. Sergeant Kershner.
One moment.
[Yelling Continues]
[Loud Whirring]
[Yelling Continues]
- [Yelling]
- Hey! Hey!
Who do you think you are?
You're beating up on innocent people!
How do you expect anybody to sleep?
[All Yelling]
- Let go of my purse! Come on! Ow!
- [Humming]
Stop it! Hey!
Give that back to me!
Stop it! Now, listen!
Stop! Ow!
[Continues]
[Patsy] No!
You... You degenerates!
Stop! That's not funny!
No!
Ow! Stop that! Ow! No!
Let go! Stop it!
Give me back my purse!
- [Continues]
- Come on.
Who do you think you are?
What kind of a man are you? [Huffing]
L... I should have let them
break your neck.
Now, look at me.
Look at me. Listen.
What do you think...
Are you a man or...
That was absolutely
the most spineless...
A-Are you a man?
I don't know what you are.
I don't know.
I don't know. I don't know.
You shouldn't have done that.
They were getting tired. You got them mad.
- You shouldn't have.
- Listen.
They were killing you!
You wa...
Why didn't you help me?
You could have defended me. I defended you.
Don't you think you should have at least tried?
People help each other all the time.
Isn't that what life is all about?
I don't know why you want
to make a big thing out of it.
Those guys in the park, they said,
"Hey, fat-face, what are you staring at?"
If I told them I wasn't staring at them,
they would have beat me up for being a liar.
If I told them I was staring at them
because I wanted to take their picture...
then they'd beat me up
for being a cop.
So I told them I was staring at them
because they looked familiar...
and they beat me up
for being a fag!
There's no way of talking someone out of
beating you up if that's what he wants to do.
And you-you just let them?
I want to do what I want to do, lady,
not what they want me to do.
Listen, no... no one behaves
like that. That... l...
l... l... I ought to
break your neck.
You should be
ashamed of yourself. Listen.
Are you really so down on people,
or are you just being fashionable?
[Humming]
These are beautiful.
Really. Just beautiful.
It's sort of a collage effect,
isn't it?
And they're all...
They're all...
- Hmm. What do you do for pleasure?
- This.
Oh, I don't mean work.
I mean, this is important...
but, uh, I mean, if all you ever do
is take pictures of...
you know,
this sort of picture...
I mean, isn't that awfully limited?
For example, I do interiors.
Now, I like it. I even love it.
But I'd go bats if I had to
go home and do interiors...
and go on my vacation
and do interiors...
and interiors was all
that was ever on my mind.
I mean, that's death.
No wonder you're depressed.
I'm not depressed.
Hmm.
So...
this is it.
This is all that you do.
You don't ski?
Ski?
You don't play tennis?
Golf?
- Ping-Pong?
- [Scoffs]
Checkers?
[Chuckles]
Oh, you must have some fun.
[Chuckles]
Fun.
[Clears Throat]
Hello there.
Hello there.
Testing. One, two, three. Testing.
Talk to me. Sing. Do something.
- [Snores]
- [Chuckles]
- You want to drive for a while?
- I hate cars.
You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do.
- Except have fun.
- You'll get used to it.
[Man Singing In Spanish]
[Continues]
Okay.
[Continues]
[Continues]
What do you mean you don't dance?
You dance very well.
I didn't know this was dancing.
Admit it. You're having fun.
You're a terrific girl, Patsy.
I don't know if you know that.
I think you were fantastic...
on the tennis court this afternoon.
Admit it. You're having fun.
You're having the time of your life.
- Tonight.
- Well, that's something.
This must be the first time in your life
you're having the time of your life.
[Sighs]
- Why not?
- I don't feel like it.
Well, I didn't mean to
force myself on you.
You're a terrific girl.
I really mean that.
I'll tell you when I feel like it.
[Continues]
Do you know how I wake up every morning
of my life? With a smile on my face.
And for the rest of the day I come up
against an unending series of...
of challenges to wipe
that smile off my face.
The breather calls. Ex-boyfriends
call to tell me they're getting married.
Someone tries to break into the
apartment while I'm getting dressed.
There's a drunk asleep
in the elevator.
in the street, my camel coat turns brown.
The subway stalls. A man standing next
to me presses his body against mine.
The up elevator jams.
Rumors start buzzing around the office
that we're about to be automated.
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