Too Late Blues Page #6

Synopsis: Ghost is an idealogical musician who would rather play his blues in the park to the birds than compromise himself. However, when he meets and falls in love with beautiful singer, Jess Polanski, she comes between him and his band members, and he leaves his dreams behind in search of fame.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): John Cassavetes
Production: Paramount Pictures
 
IMDB:
7.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
86%
NOT RATED
Year:
1961
103 min
107 Views


I noticed that they're all dancing

with that one little girl over there.

What's she? Some kind of mascot?

Who knows...

You know I uh... I wouldn't trust

my wife around these musicians.

I hear they give parties that go on all

day and all night, a lot of drinking...

They gettin' doped and mixing up

at the races. Bad things like that.

You hang around these

musicians, is that true? Huh?

Yeah.

Well, this one don't seem too bad.

You try, Ghost.

No, I don't want any of that Greek slop.

All the way.

Greeks can drink

anybody under the table.

I'm sorry boy.

Fill it up.

You gonna take me on mister?

That's right. I'm gonna take you on. I think

the Irish can out drink the Greeks anything...

And I got ten bucks on me to

prove it. Come on kid, eat it up.

- Hey, he's had two full glasses already.

- It's alright, fill it up, go ahead.

Ten bucks. Come on.

Don't be shy, go ahead.

- My name is Tommy Sheehan.

- Great Irish. Go ahead.

Let's see if this is enough for you.

Or maybe you can stand up with me.

- Hey potato?

- Okay olive oil. We'll see. Now pour.

Go ahead, pour.

Come on, Greek. Drink up.

One more. Come on Nicky.

Another. All the way.

Any Greek cheese?

Never mind that Greek cheese Ed. This is

straight little man, come on back out here.

Come on.

Now come on kid, you pour. Go

ahead. Come on pour. Pour. POUR.

- That's enough.

- Pour?

That's enough.

I want you to meet a pal of mine. This

is Skipper. Skipper, Skipper, come here...

This is a wonderful

guy, he hates musicians.

- I hate musicians too.

- Is that right?

Everybody hates musicians.

Let me ask you something, do

you ever sing in the shower?

Yeah...

- That makes him a musician too, doesn't it?

- Sure does.

Yeah, but I ain't a dope fiend.

And I uh... I don't mix with spades.

I take you, this friend of mine. You know,

he and I are going to sing a duet together.

Hey you know that girl

over there is great.

She's with everybody. Everybody but me.

That's cause she's with me.

Yeah but what's she

doing dancing with him?

Well he have to be my friend.

- Don't I happen to be your friend?

- Nope.

But I'm good enough to drink

with you, I'm your friend.

- Why don't you be a nice guy and go home?

- I ain't doing nothing. I'm just looking.

I think she's cute. You've been dancing

all night. I think she's real cute. I... I

Wanna fight? Come on, get up. Come on.

Hey look man, I uh... I don't want any trouble,

I... all I wanted to do was just... just...

dance with the girl now.

Hello Irish. How do you feel, boy?

- I'm alright.

- Alright, don't you worry, nobody's going to hurt you.

- I'm your friend, right? You remember me.

- Yeah.

Go now, you take Skippy. Go

home. And I tell you what I'll do.

You come in tomorrow night.

You gonna have dinner with me.

We're gonna have our own Greek

dish. And then a long bottle of ouzo.

Okay, you. Come to me. Come here!

Come on jazzman, come on!

Yeah, you're the one I want musician.

Jazzman.

Romeo with your pocket full of needles.

How's your arm kid? What

do you do to the girls?

Come on musician. Let me see

if you can feel this punch.

The girl's got more guts.

Let go off me boy. Come

on, try and break away.

Let go.

Come on musician. Come on.

Let go.

Now we dance.

Let 'em go man.

Let 'em go. Let 'em go. LET 'EM GO!

Let 'em go. That's it.

- Come on you.

- Get 'em out. Get 'em out of here.

Nick?

- You okay Nick?

- Come on, Nick.

Boy... he hit me when I wasn't looking.

- Ghost.

- Give me hand here.

Come on baby. Are you alright?

- Yeah.

- Huh?

- Yeah man, I'm fine.

- Oh man, get him on that chair, will ya?

- I'm fine.

- Sit down man, for a minute.

A good tumble, huh?

He hit like a tank, don't he?

- You wanna smoke?

- No, no, I'm alright.

- Here baby.

- No, I don't want no smoke.

You okay Princess?

I'm fine guys, I'm fine.

Drinking that rechino, man.

Gonna knock you out, huh?

You gotta cut lip, Cliff.

But, you take care of that.

You okay?

Ghost.

I love you.

You leave me alone.

I don't need no mother.

- Ghost.

- Take a walk

She's shaking.

I wanna go home.

Man, you hurt the girl's

feelings she wants to go home.

You got two legs, take her home.

Sure?

Yeah Charlie, I'm sure.

You'll be okay.

Just how you feel.

You okay now?

Yeah, yeah sure. I'm fine.

Well uh...

I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.

Don't go for a minute, would you?

I'd offer you a drink, but

I don't have anything here.

Gee, that's too bad.

I could use a drink.

Are you married, Charlie?

No.

A guy like you shouldn't

have any trouble

I didn't say I had any trouble. I

said I wasn't married, that's all.

You are Ghost's girl, aren't you?

- No.

- No?

I'm not anybody's girl.

Feet on the ground?

I don't know what I'm

doing half the time.

You are not Ghost's girl?

No.

You said you had nothing to drink?

I know of a place that's open.

Not far.

You wanna wait for me?

Don't go.

Don't leave me Charlie, please.

I don't want to be alone.

What are you doing here?

I came to see if you were alright.

You're okay, aren't you Princess?

I'm fine... nobody hit me.

Look...

- Honey.

- Don't you touch me!

I'm not a prize fighter.

That's not what I was looking for.

I didn't want a prize fighter.

Now you just please leave.

Cause I got somebody inside with me.

Yeah.

And he's bigger than you are.

And he's real big.

So he might hurt your feelings.

- Wakefield's late Benny. Where is he?

- He'll be here

He'll be here, he'll be here. Oh

boy, what did I get myself into.

How much a night, Dixie?

- Didn't I tell you about these guys?

- Alright.

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it?

Every minute costs me money.

Who's gonna pay the

musicians the overtime, huh?

You gotta be independently wealthy

to survive in this business.

What happened to Princess?

Oh, she got all shook up last night by the

fight. Don't want to be a singer no more.

She quit?

Yeah, she doesn't want to play anymore.

I cut off my arm for us before I quit.

Milt, you don't know anything about

music. You don't know nothing about music.

That other girl had a

foggy voice. Right, Georgie?

- Yeah.

- This girl has a clean voice, right?

- Is that right, Georgie?

- Yeah.

Alright, but she better good. I'm

warning you she better be good.

- Milt, she's wonderful. Would I lie?

- Would I lie, an agent. Would I lie?

Hey uh, who's the bird?

Carol Samuels, got a great voice.

Yeah?

Ugly chick.

- Man, it's about time.

- Told you before they were a bunch of bananas.

What's he gonna do?

Are we ready Mr. Wakefield?

Benny, is there trouble?

I got it Milt, just

stay out a second okay?

- Something wrong kid?

- Yeah, something's wrong.

I don't wanna sell the blues. And we

have to give you something else, okay?

Something else uh. First it's a new girl, now

it's a new number. What am I buying here anyway?

It's too bad, that's the way it is.

Look, we made an agreement. I

want what I want. Nothing else.

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  • agoric_c
    "They gettin' doped and mixing up at the races."
    should be
    "Takin' dope and mixing up the races."
    LikeReply3 months ago

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