Tin Men Page #9
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 112 min
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TILLEY:
(looking at Sam)
I'm not getting the same religious
effect that came over you. I
don't know why, but I don't feel
like running to a church to pray
right this second.
(CONTINUED)
54.
55 CONTINUED:
(4) 55SAM:
You gotta admit, it's amazing.
TILLEY:
Yeah, yeah...
(he turns away
and looks across
the room)
I don't believe it. See the guy
over there?
He looks in the direction of BB.
TILLEY:
That's the son of a b*tch who
crsahed into my car.
Sam looks over to BB.
BB's looking through the crowd and sees Tilley.
BB:
I don't believe it! Mr. Banana
Head is here.
MOE:
What?
BB:
That crazy guy that banged into
my car and smashed my windows in.
I don't f***ing believe it! I'm
gonna get him.
ANGLE ON TILLEY:
TILLEY:
I'm gonna get him!
Both BB and Tilley weave their way through the crowd to
get to one another. In the confusion of all the people,
they both go right past one another and then look around
for one another. They see that they're in the opposite
direction, and end up going towards one another again.
Moe and Sam wander over to their guys.
(CONTINUED)
55.
55 CONTINUED:
(5) 55BB:
You got a lot of nerve banging
into my car, and you've got a
lot of f***ing nerve smashing
my windows in.
TILLEY:
What're you talking about? Why
would I want to break your
windows?
BB:
You didn't smash my windows in?
TILLEY:
I'm a hard-working guy... I
don't go around breaking windows.
BB:
You didn't break my windows?!
You didn't break my windows?!
He pushes Tilley.
TILLEY:
Push me one more time and I'm
gonna have to redefine your face.
BB pushes him. Tilley starts to go for BB and they
scuffle about. Moe and Sam try to pull the guys apart.
They move through the crowd to BB and Moe. The band
keeps playing. Moe and Sam, with the help of Looney
and Carly, pull Tilley and BB apart.
BB:
Come on, let's go outside... let's
settle this in the parking lot.
TILLEY:
Oh, no! You're not gonna get
near my car... you're not gonna
kick in my headlights again...
(beat)
... What am I talking about? I
didn't even drive tonight. You
wanna duke it? Let's go.
They both head out the door. The other tin men follow,
and others who have been paying attention to this altercation,
also follow.
CUT TO:
56.
56 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT 56
Tilley and BB come out of the club and start to look for
a place in the lot where there's some room to fight. The
crowd eagerly follows right on the heels of BB and Tilley.
BB and Tilley both take off their sports jackets.
BB:
(seeing the people
gathering around)
What is this? What is this crowd
here? We're charging admission?
TILLEY:
Back away... give me some elbow
room.
BB and Tilley both take up fighting stances and circle
one another looking to take a shot. A police car pulls
into the lot. The sound of the tires on the gravel
catches Moe's attention and he sees it's the police.
MOE:
(quietly to BB
and Tilley)
Police!
Tilley and BB immediately drop their guards and lean
against a car. One cop gets out of the police car and
heads into the club, the other cop stays behind in the
car. No one knows quite what to do since the policeman
is so nearby.
TILLEY:
(casually leaning
against the car;
to BB)
You're a lucky man... the police
showed.
BB:
We'll see who's the lucky one.
He picks up his coat and leaves with Moe.
CUT TO:
57 INT. SOCIAL SECURITY OFFICE - TIGHT SHOT OF LARGE CAKE 57
with lit candles on it. The cake reads "FAREWELL ADA."
ANGLE ON CAKE:
as it passes row upon row of SECRETARIES typing in the
Social Security office.
(CONTINUED)
57.
57 CONTINUED:
57All of a sudden everything goes black, the typewriters
stop and all we can see are the lit candles. We hear
a huge chorus from all of the Secretaries in the
Social Security office:
SECRETARIES (O.S.)
Surprise!!!
Lights go on again, and we see a group of GIRLS gathered
around the cake placed on one of the desks. At the
center of the group is ADA, in her late twenties, and
very pregnant.
ADA:
lovely cake.
GIRL #1
Blow out the candles then.
Ada blows out the candles, missing a couple, and getting
help from one of the other Girls.
GIRL #2
Nine candles for nine months!
Everyone laughs.
GIRL #3
We'll miss you, Ada... you'd
better bring that baby in to
visit us.
GIRL #1
Register him for his social
security number.
A couple of girls hand around glasses of Coca-Cola. Nora
stands in the midst of the girls, pleased for Ada. She
yells out.
NORA:
I love ya, Ada, and if you're
smart you won't come back.
The cake is being passed out, and people are talking -it
has become somewhat of a party atmosphere. Nora turns
to her friend, NELLIE.
NORA:
I've just decided... I'm going
out with him.
(CONTINUED)
58.
57 CONTINUED:
(2) 57NELLIE:
You're kidding?
NORA:
I have to. I just want to know
what it's like to be with someone
else.
She sips her Coke.
NORA:
Because if what I've got with
Tilley is as good as it gets, I
just...
(she shrugs her
shoulders)
... I gotta know.
NELLIE:
Well, how are you going to manage
it?
NORA:
Tilley doesn't get home until at
least two in the morning.
NELLIE:
I hope you know what you're doing
... you speak to some guy at the
frozen food section for five
minutes, you could jeopardize
your whole marriage.
NORA:
Everything I've done in my life
has been safe and practical, and
where's that gotten me?
(she lifts her paper
cup)
Well, here's to who knows what.
They touch their cups.
CUT TO:
58 INT. BB'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM 58
This is a two-story apartment in a renovated building.
It has high ceilings and exposed brick. It is sparsely-
furnished, but what there is is decent-looking. We see
Nora and BB dancing closely in the shadows of the darkened
room.
(CONTINUED)
59.
58 CONTINUED:
58A Frank Sinatra record is playing on the RECORD PLAYER
in the b.g. -- it is "IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE
MORNING." A bottle of wine is on the coffee table.
The remains of Chinese food in containers are alongside.
NORA:
I'm still nervous.
BB:
Well, I guess that's to be expected.
You want me to take you home?
NORA:
No, not right now.
They dance quietly for a moment.
BB:
Every time I listen to Sinatra, I
always remember when I used to
work in Atlantic City back in the
late 40's... you know, a busboy
job... Sinatra used to play at the
500 Club, and we used to take our
dates and say, 'Hey, you wanna
go and hear Sinatra?' Then we'd
just lean on the door of the club
in the alley and listen to the
looking for something a bit more
uptown.
Nora laughs.
NORA:
I'd go with you and lean against
the door.
They dance for a bit and look at one another. He leans
toward her, holds her tight and kisses her. Then the
RECORD STICKS on the words "that's the time"... "that's
the time"... "that's the time"... BB slips off one of his
loafers, while still embracing Nora, kicks it so that it
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