Smoke Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 112 min
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VINNIE:
Sounds like another one of your stories to me.
AUGGIE:
(Shakes his head)
She upped and married some other cat after I
joined the navy. By the time I got my
discharge, though, she was divorced. Her
husband poked out her eye in a domestic
quarrel.
VINNIE:
(Puffing on his cigar)
Lovely.
AUGGIE:
(Remembering)
She made a play for me after I got back, but
her glass eye kept interfering with my
concentration. Every time we got into a clinch,
I'd start thinking about that hole in her head,
that empty socket with the glass eye in it. An
eye that couldn't see, an eye that couldn't
shed any tears. The minute I started thinking
about it, Mr. Johnson would get all soft and
small. And I can't see getting married if Mr.
Johnson isn't going to be in tiptop shape.
VINNIE:
(Shaking his head)
You don't take anything seriously, do you?
AUGGIE:
I try not to, anyway. It's better for your
health. I mean, look at you, Vincent. You're
the guy with the wife and three kids and the
ranch house on Long Island. You're the guy with
the white shoes and the white Caddy and the
white shag carpet. But you've had two heart
attacks, and I'm still waiting for my first.
VINNIE:
(Takes cigar out of his mouth
and looks at it with disgust)
I should stop smoking these damn things is what
I should do. The f***ers are going to kill me
one day.
AUGGIE:
Enjoy it while you can, Vin. Pretty soon,
they're going to legislate us out of business
anyway.
VINNIE:
They catch you smoking tobacco, they'll stand
you up against a wall and shoot you.
AUGGIE:
(Nodding)
Tobacco today, sex tomorrow. In three or four
years, it'll probably be against the law to
smile at strangers.
VINNIE:
(Remembering something)
Speaking of which, are you still going ahead
with that deal on the Montecristos?
AUGGIE:
It's all set. My guy in Miami said he'd have
them within the next few weeks.
(Pause)
Are you sure you don't want to go in with me?
Five thousand dollars outlay, a guaranteed
ten-thousand-dollar return. A consortium of
Court Street lawyers and judges. They're just
drooling to get their lips around some genuine
Cuban cigars.
VINNIE:
No thanks. I don't care what you do, but just
make sure you don't get caught, okay? The last
I heard, it was still illegal to sell Cuban
cigars in this country.
AUGGIE:
It's the law that's buying. That's what's so
beautiful about it. I mean, when was the last
time you heard of a judge sending himself to
jail?
VINNIE:
Suit yourself. But don't keep the boxes around
here long.
AUGGIE:
They come in, they go out. I've got it planned
to the last detail.
VINNIE:
(Looking at his watch)
I've got to get moving. Terry will bust my
chops if I'm late. See you in September,
Auggie.
AUGGIE:
Okay, my man. Love to the wife and kids, et
cetera, et cetera. Drop me a postcard if you
can remember the address.
VINNIE leaves. AUGGIE turns back to his pizza and magazine.
8. EXT:
EVENING. FACADE OF THE BROOKLYN CIGAR CO.A shot of the darkening sky. A shot of the cigar store. We see the
lights go out. AUGGIE comes outside, locks the door, and begins pulling
down the metal gate in front of the windows. Cut to:
A shot of PAUL running down the street toward AUGGIE.
PAUL:
(Out of breath)
Are you closed?
AUGGIE:
You run out of Schimmelpennincks?
PAUL:
(Nods)
Do you think I could buy some before you leave?
AUGGIE:
No problem. It's not as though I'm rushing off
to the opera or anything.
AUGGIE lifts the gate and the two of them go into the store.
9. INT:
EVENING. THE BROOKLYN CIGAR CO.PAUL and AUGGIE enter the darkened store. AUGGIE turns on the lights
and then goes behind the counter to fetch PAUL'S cigars. PAUL, on the
other side, notices a 35-millimeter camera near the cash register.
PAUL:
Looks like someone forgot a camera.
AUGGIE:
(Turning around)
Yeah, I did.
PAUL:
It's yours?
AUGGIE:
It's mine all right. I've owned that little
sucker for a long time.
PAUL:
I didn't know you took pictures.
AUGGIE:
(Handing PAUL his cigars)
I guess you could call it a hobby. It doesn't
take me more than about five minutes a day to
do it, but I do it every day. Rain or shine,
sleet or snow. Sort of like the postman.
(Pause)
Sometimes it feels like my hobby is my real job,
and my job is just a way to support my hobby.
PAUL:
So you're not just some guy who pushes coins
across a counter.
AUGGIE:
That's what people see, but that ain't
necessarily what I am.
PAUL:
(Looking at AUGGIE with new eyes)
How'd you get started?
AUGGIE:
Taking pictures?
(Smiles)
It's a long story. I'd need two or three drinks
to get through that one.
PAUL:
(Nodding)
A photographer ...
AUGGIE:
Well, let's not exaggerate. I take pictures.
You line up what you want in the viewfinder and
click the shutter. No need to mess around with
all that artisto crap.
PAUL:
I'd like to see your pictures some day.
AUGGIE:
It can be arranged. Seeing as how I've read
your books. I don't see why I shouldn't share
my pictures with you.
(Pause. Suddenly embarrassed)
It would be an honor.
10. INT:
NIGHT. AUGGIE'S APARTMENTAUGGIE and PAUL are sitting at the kitchen table, opened boxes of
Chinese food pushed to one side. Most of the surface of the table is
covered with large black photograph albums. There are fourteen in all,
and the spine of each one is labeled with a year -- ranging from 1977
to 1990. One of these albums (1987) is open on PAUL'S lap.
Close-up of one of the pages in the album. There are six
black-and-white photos on the page, each one of an identical scene: the
corner of 3rd Street and Seventh Avenue at eight o'clock in the
morning. In the upper right-hand corner of each photo, there is a small
white label bearing the date: 8-9-87, 8-10-87, 8-11-87, etc. PAUL'S
hand turns the page; we see six more similar photographs. He turns the
page again:
same thing. And again: same thing.PAUL:
(Astonished)
They're all the same.
AUGGIE:
(Smiling proudly)
That's right. More than four thousand pictures
of the same place. The corner of 3rd Street and
Seventh Avenue at eight o'clock in the morning.
Four thousand straight days in all kinds of
weather.
(Pause)
That's why I can never take a vacation. I've
got to be in my spot every morning. Every
morning in the same spot at the same time.
PAUL:
(At a loss. Turns a page,
then another page)
I've never seen anything like it.
AUGGIE:
It's my project. What you'd call my life's
work.
PAUL:
(Puts down the album and picks up
another. Flips through the pages and
finds more of the same. Shakes his
head in bafflement)
Amazing.
(Trying to be polite)
I'm not sure I get it, though. I mean, how did
you ever come up with the idea to do this ...
this project?
AUGGIE:
I don't know, it just came to me. It's my
corner, after all. It's just one little part of
the world, but things happen there, too, just
like everywhere else. It's a record of my
little spot.
PAUL:
(Flipping through the album,
still shaking his head)
It's kind of overwhelming.
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