Vampire in Brooklyn Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 100 min
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Hurry up, do it!
OK, here we go.
Hey, there's a lot of f***in' love
in this room.
Speaking of which, do you believe in
love at first sight?
- Get the hell away from me.
- Playing hard to get?
Lemme work on you. Watch it, Shaft,
l'll put a hole in your afro.
You're gonna be my new girlfriend.
Here we go. ls that register empty?
What's with this sh*t?
Get rid of this f***in' garlic.
Garlic bread, signore?
The next person to offer a garlic
product is gonna get one in the ass.
Tell that f***in' cat to
shut the f*** up or l'll whack him!
Easy, Sugar.
l'm starvin'. You want take-out?
What's your favourite pasta?
- Fusilli.
- Mine, too. We need pasta here!
Garlic boy, get us some fusilli,
two to go.
- Move your ass!
- lt's coming.
F***in' music is making my ears
bleed. We need wine, too, honey.
- Red.
- Joey, red wine. Move your ass.
Sugar!
The f***in' cat had it coming,
hissing and making claws...
- Mama mia!
- Son of a b*tch, l'll kill him!
- l like cats.
- You should have said so, dollface.
Not so tight, Mr Tibbs.
- Hey, lover, you're coming with me.
- l'm going with her, OK? Let's go.
- Bear, who's got the balls now, huh?
- F*** you!
- You always gotta be the hero.
- lt was an impulse, OK?
This guy had a .38 to your head,
he could've killed you.
- lt was a .45. l resent that.
- Shut up.
Hey, l know you. Didn't l see you at
Jugs on 5th Street, that titty bar?
- Shut up!
- Look, l brought him down.
- Why can't you give me that?
- Because he's an a**hole!
- Shut up!
- You were out of line
and you know damn well
you should've waited for me.
She don't need you, Soul Train.
Tell him.
Shut up! Look, l was at the right
place at the right time, no big deal!
The city of Brooklyn shall be judged
as the city of Babylon!
lt says here, ''She bears a golden cup
filled with her abominations
''and the filth of her fornications.''
We are supposed to be partners,
look out for one another,
- but you just don't get it, do you?
- Get what?
l care about you
a little more than l'm supposed to
but l can't help that.
Nikki! That's where l know you from!
Nikki from Bed-Stuy told me some cop
named Justice beast-f***ed her.
- You're the beast that f***ed Nikki!
- Shut the f*** up!
lt was you. You beast-f***ed her.
You know you did it.
l don't know what he's talking about.
- Veder, in my office right now.
- You did good. He's an a**hole.
He deserved every piece of palm
that hit him.
Hey, take it easy.
What's the matter with you?
- Hey, police brutality!
- Do something with this f***er!
Soul Train,
me and you right now, huh?
You been informed of your rights?
- Two days' suspension!
- What? Two days?
Yes, l've been informed
of everything that l need to know.
Another nutcase. All right, move it.
Try and kill the cop.
Sinner! Sinner!
What is wrong with...?
He went that way.
Why don't you guys do a job, huh?
What are we doing on the floor?
Watch it!
- ldiot!
- Watch where you're going, lady!
Yeah, thanks.
Aw, jeez. Sunday drivers.
- Hey, you're...
- Mr Popular.
But my friends call me Max.
- Well, l'm...
- Rita. l remember.
l was just going by
and you needed help.
You're bleeding.
You know, that's twice l owe you.
l just happened to be in
the right place at the right time,
it's really no big deal.
Look, the bar thing...
- Oh, that was my fault.
- No.
l apologise.
My friend was drunk that night.
lt was, really, it was
one of those days, you know?
Kinda like today.
l understand.
l'm more of a night person myself.
Really? So am l.
l'd better get going.
l'm starving, too.
- Thanks. Good night.
- Good night.
Do you like ltalian?
l make an excellent fusilli.
Actually, that's my favourite
to take a raincheck.
Oh. There's someone else.
Not any more.
lf there's no one else, then
l would love to have you for dinner.
Look here. l'm a cop.
- The police.
- The law.
Which means if you try
anything funny, l'll shoot you.
Do l look like l would bite you?
You better not.
Not after the day l've had.
Can l send my car to pick you up
in a half hour?
Your car.
Well, then, let's make it an hour.
l'll see you then.
Look, Rita,
l got a few things l need to say
cos this is
real hard for me and... Sh*t.
l never said nothing
like this before and l... Damn.
Look, l'm the man
and l got a few things
l gotta set your ass straight on.
You're gonna do what l say do!
l must be crazy...
So what are you doing here?
l was just...
- Where are you going?
- Dinner.
Dinner? Dressed like that?
- Who you going with?
- A friend.
A girlfriend? l'm just saying,
cos damn, you look good.
Can l give you a ride or something?
- l've got one, thanks.
- Damn, that's your ride?
- Miss Rita, good evening.
- Good evening.
Gotta go.
Oh, did you want something?
l... l was just gonna get
a pizza and you know, l thought...
- Just have a good time, that's all.
- Thanks.
- Enjoy your dinner.
- Yeah. You, too.
You thought you was gonna
get some ass tonight.
Take your ass to Blockbuster,
get a video.
Pizza place.
Ain't no pizza place around here,
you lyin' motherf***er.
See ya. Need to lighten up,
stand there lookin' all mean.
Get your lyin' ass out of the street!
- Are you sure this is it?
- Yeah, that's it.
Right down that hall to the right.
A minute earlier, she'd have
caught me casting every spell l knew
on Julius's pigsty of an apartment
but by the time she arrived
l had the place in reasonable shape,
if l do say so myself.
Please excuse my building,
l just acquired it.
- This is incredible.
- No, you are. You look fabulous.
Thank you. l don't get to dress up
too often.
That should change.
You like red wine?
- Yes. lt's the only one l drink.
- Really? We share similar taste.
Van Gogh.
He's my favourite painter.
Have a closer look.
ls that the original?
Yes. He's my favourite, as well,
so torn by visions that no one
around him could appreciate.
l'm strangely drawn to his art.
lt's sort of an outlet for me.
l know what you mean.
- lt's beautiful.
- Yes, it is.
To the beauty...of the night.
Right here, l got it for you.
- Go away!
- Police officer.
Just wanna ask you
a few questions, ma'am.
What are you trying to do,
break my door down?
Show me your shield,
not like it'll mean sh*t.
Just wanna ask about a friend,
goofy-looking guy,
- numbers runner for Kitty Caprisi.
- Julius? He in trouble? Come on in.
l feel as if you know me.
We do have a lot in common, don't we?
Some things, yes,
but you've been to so many places,
you've seen so much,
you've had such an exciting life.
You might say that l've had several.
Sometimes l wonder what's out there,
beyond the skyline, beyond Brooklyn,
past everything l've ever known.
- There's no place you can't go.
- No place the subway doesn't run.
But what about your dreams, Rita?
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