All language subtitles for Looking.For.Mr..Goodbar.1977.srt

Hi. I’m Ben.

Welcome to TCM where we’re in
the middle of another night

of true crime movies.

We’ll have true crime stories

each Thursday night this month.

Up next, set
against the backdrop

of New York’s sexually‐charged
singles scene in the 1970s,

this is "Looking
for Mr. Goodbar"

released by Paramount in 1977.

This harrowing film written
and directed by Richard Brooks

marked a dramatic departure
for its star Diane Keaton,

who earlier in ’77
charmed audiences

as the quirky Annie Hall
in Woody Allen’s film.

"Annie Hall" won Keaton an Oscar

and came to define
her onscreen persona.

She was likable, goofy,
uniquely stylish, approachable,

the lovable nerd girl next door.

But our work in "Looking
for Mr. Goodbar"

is completely different,
yet equally noteworthy.

Certainly more daring.

Keaton plays Theresa,
a young New Yorker

who spends her days
teaching deaf children

and her nights cruising the
singles bars of Manhattan.

Theresa has a
complicated relationship

with her strict Catholic parents

and her flaky sister, Katherine,

played by a massively
Underappreciated actress,

Tuesday Weld, in an
Oscar‐nominated turn.

As Theresa’s romantic and family
relationships deteriorate,

she spirals into a double
life of booze, drugs,

and anonymous sexual encounters.

The film is an adaptation
of a bestselling novel

by Judith Rossner
who became fixated

on the murder of a 27‐year‐old
woman named Roseann Quinn.

Like Keaton’s character,
Quinn was a teacher

who frequented singles bars.

She was murdered by a man she
met on New Year’s Day in 1973.

Coverage of the crime in
New York was sensational.

It played like a stern
Victorian warning

during an era of newfound
sexual liberation

and independence for women.

Inevitably, many
people, including some
of those in power,

placed a moral judgment
on what happened to Quinn,

as if the young victim
was somehow to blame

for her own murder.

In 1975, Rossner’s
novelized take on the crime

skyrocketed to number one

on the New York Times
bestseller list,

and Paramount snapped
up the movie rights.

The rest of the cast includes
Tom Berenger, LeVar Burton,

and it features a breakout
performance by Richard Gere.

Released in 1977,
from Richard Brooks,

one of the best writer‐directors
of his generation,

"Looking for Mr. Goodbar."

Next June, you’re supposed
to be graduating college,

not high school.

You were supposed
to write an essay

about personal conflict.

Obviously most of you
never hope to write

anything more literate
than a personal check.

This paper is an exception.

At least it’s legible.

May I?

"The last time
I went to confession,

"I was 15.

"The booth
was dark and hot.

"Of the 7 deadly sins,
I was guilty of 3.

"Envy and lust
were my sister’s fault.

"I envied her beauty
and lusted for her boyfriends.

"I was afraid to confess
and afraid not to.

"I felt no contrition,
not even shame.

"I still felt the same lust.

Was it in my mind
or my body?"

Mm...

Oh.

Miss Dunn.
Miss Dunn.

You all right?

It’s my back.

Oh, it’s nothing,
Professor Engle. Really.

For your next assignment,

describe
an irrepressible temptation

and what you did about it.

It’s me.

Bullshit.

Why can’t you take him
to the Christmas play?

He’s your son, too.

It’s always an emergency.

No, no, no, no.
What you really mean is

a doctor is indispensable,

and a teacher is ridiculous!

And you...

you want
to be a teacher.

Yes.

Huh.
That’s ridiculous.

I like kids.

Why not?
You don’t have any.

Why do you
want to waste your time

correcting the drivel
of other students?

Can’t be
for the wages I pay.

Practically
every girl in class

wants this job,

without pay,
just to be here.

But I chose you.
Know why?

Because you’re
the only girl in class

who knows syntax
and grammar and can spell,

and that’s
the only reason.

That bad, huh?

You should’ve told me.

Isn’t it obvious?

Nothing about you
is obvious.

Till this morning,

I didn’t know that
you were catholic

or that you had a sister

or that you were
a dragon lady,
filled with envy and lust.

So...

your back...

How’d it happen?

Car accident?

Polio...
when I was 6.

Left me with a limp
till I was 11.

That’s when they operated
to straighten my spine.

Scoliosis, they said...

from the polio.

Papa...

Papa...

After that...

I came home wearing
a plaster cast.

They put me on a bed
downstairs...

in the living room,

where everyone
could watch,

day and night,

for one whole year
and two days.

They prayed a lot.

It was God’s will,
they said.

I never did understand

what terrible thing
I did, you know,

to make God so angry.

Poor little baby.

No.

No. I hate people
being sorry.

I was only trying
to comfort you.

I’d rather be seduced
than comforted.

A perfect opening
for your essay

on temptation...

"How I lost my virginity."

Despite
the sexual revolution,

not all married men
are swingers.

Sex...

between teacher
and student...

is improper...

immoral...

illegal...

and unbelievably
tempting.

So easy to yield.

How many lovers
have you...

Does it matter?

Right.

Confession may be
good for the soul...

Oh.

But it’s bad
for sex.

Oh, my god.

Oh...

Oh, gee...

Oh...

Oh...

Dear God.

Don’t.

Don’t,
it’s ugly.

I love you.
Oh, I love you.

Shh.

Oh, sweet God.

I’m not sure that
aspirin is the remedy

for your problem.

God, no.

Oh...

oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, dear God.

Ah.

Did I hurt you?

No. Oh, no.

Mm‐mm.

Oh...

oh.

Ah. Oh.

Mm.

God.

Oh, God.

W‐why’d you stop?

Did you...

is it over?

I’ll be late for class.

It was just getting...
so nice.

Next time, fireworks.

This time, I was
just a little, uh...

premature.

Was it me?

Was it my fault?

Did I...
do something wrong?

It’s just, uh...

I never had
a virgin before.

You are now a fallen woman.

Thank god.

Hi, Tom.

Ah, Katherine’s
come home,

more beautiful
than ever.

Why can’t she be home
for Christmas?

Oh, are you stone deaf?

She’ll be in Puerto Rico...
on business.

What kind of business?

Stewardess business.
What the hell else?

Chicago, New York, Chicago...
what’s in Puerto Rico?

Look, for God’s sake,

would somebody answer
that telephone?

Now, Katherine told you,
and I’ve told you,

it’s a charter flight.

What the hell happened?

Hello?

Are you daft?

It’s the FBI,

cleaning up
the scum of the earth...

with which I’m surrounded
most of the time. Brigid!

What’s keeping
your sister?

Any minute, papa.

You ought to see
her underwear. Wow!

Katherine, phone!

Did you see the presents
she brought?

Yeah.
Generous to a fault.

How can you drink
before driving?

Like this.

Can you baby‐sit tonight?

I got a class tonight.

Who is it?
It’s Dennis O’Brian.

Not now.

I said hang up.

Dennis the menace.

He’s her husband.

Was, woman, was!

No divorce for us.

Annulled!

Do you have any Valium?
Codeine?

Mm.
Aspirin?

Oh, if I don’t
take something soon,

I’m going to just
jump out of my skin.

Oh.

Why did you and Dennis
break up?

Dennis?

Oh, there was nothing
he wouldn’t do for me.

Nothing.
But he drove me crazy.

I just wanted to scream
all the time.

He was...
so dull and boring.

His eyes
were always begging.

And you can’t
get annulled for that.

So...

so you lie and...

I’m a mess.

Whatever I do,
nothing turns out right.

Oh, except you,
Katherine.

Oh, you’re...
you’re perfect.

You...perfect hair,

perfect teeth,
perfect legs.

You name it, you’ve got it.
You’ve got everything.

I mean, look,
you 747 in here,

packing gifts
like Santa Claus, and you...

Baby...
I’m in trouble.

I’m in real...
trouble.

For the past
6, 7 months,

I’ve been living with a man.

Well, actually, 2 men.

One in Chicago,
and one in New York.

The real problem

is that I’m pregnant.

I don’t even know
if it was Chicago

or New York.

Darlin’,
you’ll be late for the plane.

Anyway...

I’m getting rid of it
in Puerto Rico.

There’s a place
the girls go.

I told Pa I had to work
a charter run.

If he ever found out,
he’d just kill me.

He’d never believe it.

Oh, I’m sorry to lay
all this on you.

But...

you’re my Rock of Gibraltar,
you really are.

Ever since the polio,

the whole family gave up,
even Father Timothy.

But you...

you never even cried,
not once.

You’re the rock, baby.

Ma, Pa, Brigid,

they all think
I pee perfume.

But...

well, honey, you know
that I’m a little flaky,

and you never blamed me.

Oh.

We all need somebody
who won’t blame us.

Do I look...okay?

Oh.

Oh, Katherine...

perfect.

In teaching a deaf child,

you must always remember

not to have the light
shining in their face.

Always remember
to speak to the children

in a normal tone of voice

and face them.

Never allow yourself
to become impatient

or angry with the children.

How do you get
the students’ attention?

By tapping on the table,

and if you’re at a distance,
by blinking the lights.

Superb! Perfection!
Poetry in motion.

Oh, but do you love me?

Oh.

Oh.

Don’t do that.

People who tiptoe
are not being considerate,

they’re begging
for attention.

Damn!

I’ve some
last‐minute shopping.

Um...huh.

Merry Christmas!

It’s, uh...

a pipe.

Christmas
is commercialized crap!

You want to celebrate
the birth of Jesus,

do it in church.

See you after the holidays.

Ciao.

1975 has just become history.

It was only 5 years ago

that 10,000 women
.. marched for liberation.

They carried books,
.. signs, and babies.

They called
.. for free abortion,

equal education,

equal job
.. and pay opportunities,

and sexual freedom.

This was to be...

the decade of the dames.

Hello?

Hello?

K‐Katherine?

Nobody’s home.

They all went to
the Knights of Columbus party.

Where are you?

Honeymoon?

You’re married?

I thought you went
for an abortion?

Yeah, I’m sure
he’s terrific,

but if you just met him
on the plane 2 days ago...

huh?

Oh...

of course I’m happy.
If you’re happy, I’m happy.

Is he nice?

Is he also Catholic?

Uh, uh‐huh.

Uh‐huh.

Then you better break the news
to Papa yourself, huh?

Ha, ha. Yeah.

Aw...ha, ha.

Happy New Year to you, too.

Both of you.

Hey, what’s his name?

Hello?

Katherine?

Ah...

Hm...

Happy New Year!

Hi.

Hi. You want to be
my fella, huh?

Do you? No.
Come on. Do you?

Aw...

Hello?

Martin?
Yeah?

- Happy...
- Hello? Hello?

How could you make
such a call?

What were you, drunk?
Goofed up?

What the hell
were you thinking of?

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing
ever happened between us.

And if it does again,

it still never happened!
You understand?

I will not
be compromised...

not here on campus,
not in my home,

not at work.

I will not
leave my wife.

I will not allow her
to be hurt

by an occasional
afternoon roll in the...

it might be, uh,
better for both
of us all around

if, uh...

if we forgot
we ever, uh...

if we never again...

Oh, Christ.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes.

Oh...

They’re here. Patrick,
put on your coat.

They’re here,
Katherine and him.

He don’t look Jewish.

You can’t always tell
by the nose.

What’s he driving?

Mercedes Benz.

Jewish.

Wait till you see
her fur coat.

Without a church wedding,
they’re living in sin.

Congratulations.

Thanks. Oh, Papa...

I love you.
Be nice to him, huh?

Get the phone.

The Cavaliers
carried a 2‐point lead

into
the fourth quarter...

Hello?

Who is it?

...and Clemons put
Cleveland ahead.

The scoring
of Jojo White,

Dave Cowens,
and Charlie Scott

had kept
Boston in the game

all evening long.

Nate Thurmond put a
3‐point play together

to put Cleveland
that many points ahead.

Happy Easter.

Happy Passover.

You must be...

Theresa.

He must be married.

Honey, when a guy
won’t give his name...

Mrs. Dunn?

...basketball down the court,
and Scott stopped him.

That move
gave the Celtics...

Sweetheart.
Oh, hi.

Hi, Mom.

Mr. Dunn.

Just don’t ever
call me dad.

...7‐point victory

and the Eastern
Conference title.

Where?

When?

Baby, baby.

How did you get away?

I lied.

Oh.

I wonder, why is it
after we make love,

we never talk or touch
or anything?

Now you’re angry.

I am not angry.

Disappointed?

I am not
disappointed.

I just can’t stand
a woman’s company

right after
I’ve fucked her.

...and with the backing
of Wallace and Jackson...

Good morning.
Yeah.

The democratic convention
with enough votes...

You all right?

Nothing wrong at school?

Guess what.

I’m pregnant again.
Number 2 on the way.

My mother had 4,

all boys,
all perfect.

5, Papa.

You always forget
Aunt Maureen.

God rest her soul
and forgive her.

Forgive what?

What did she do?
Papa?

How the hell do you expect me
to eat runny eggs?

You know I can’t even stand
to look at runny eggs.

Mm.

Oh, no, no,
no, no, no. Oh.

You are...
thank you.

Good. Good.
Thank you.

Theresa, will you
interpret today?

Huh? Oh.

I’ll take it.

Okay.

Come on.
You can do it.

So it’s good‐bye,

at least until
summer school begins.

I envy your first
teaching experience.

If those children
are going to learn

to read, to write,

to understand,

maybe even to speak,

you’re their
only real hope.

If you can teach
a deaf child,

you have touched God.

To Joe and Silvia...
married this afternoon.

Congratulations.

Where are you going
on your honeymoon?

Las Vegas.

Don’t lose
too much money.

You didn’t
tell any of us.

Terrific, yeah.

Yes, dear, yes. It will
all fit in the car. Yes.

I hate summer vacations,

I hate fishing,
I hate the beach.

Reference books,

uh, dictionary, notes,
carbon paper,

check, check. Ah.

Your last check,

paid in full,
except for my gratitude.

When will I see you?

Ever?

Never.

Who’s taking my place?

No one can take
your place.

You’re the most
dedicated,

most efficient...

Just the same,

you’ll find
someone else.

There’s always...

someone else.

Who?

Rhoda?

Now that you’ve
fucked her,

you probably can’t
stand her, either.

It’s not very sporting for
the mistress of a married man

to be jealous.

I can’t help it.

and who ever said
love is a sport?

Ah, yes.

Love.

What happened?
What did I do?

Nothing.

Is my breath bad?

Do I use the wrong toothpaste?
Stop it.

Is my sex too straight?
Tell me what you want.

Nothing!
Oh.

It’s over, that’s all.

We had a long,
fine thing together.

Now it’s time
we moved on,

both of us.

Blood pressure
dropping.

Anybody notify
her family?

On their way.

It’s her spine.
Immediate surgery.

Without x‐rays?
No time.

Don’t touch her!
I love her.

Throw him out.
He’s contaminated.

It’s my fault,
all my fault.

Poor thing.
I told you.

It was God’s will.

Is she covered by insurance,
Blue Cross, or hard cash?

I want
a Catholic doctor.

Congratulations.

Your daughter has
a beautiful body.

Runs in the family.

My mother had 4,
all boys.

All perfect.

Perfect.

Is she in pain?

Not yet. She’s only
2 months pregnant.

No!

Ah, yes.

Love.

Hey, baby.

You still in
the first grade?

I graduated today.

I’ll get it.

Who is it?

Katherine?

Oh, hi, hon.
Come on up.

Police?

Oh, it’s my sid kister.

Hey, hey, that’s
expensive grass.

Oh, honey.

Hi.

Gang, I want you to meet
some real class.

Theresa’s a teacher
of deaf kids.

How do you like
the place, huh?

It’s beautiful.
You’re all beautiful.

Drag of the best?

Kitty said
that she couldn’t live

any place else but here.

Well, I can’t
live without her.

But the place
wasn’t for rent, so...

so he bought
the whole damn building.

So if you ever need
an unfurnished apartment...

Or a brilliant lawyer...

Yeah,
I’ll rob a bank.

No, no, no.

For schoolteachers
named Terry, half‐price.

Oh, I like that.

Saint Theresa by day

and swingin’ Terry
by night.

Yeah.

To your new job.

To Terry...
hm, by night.

Like home movies?

Mm. Yes,
I love them.

Let’s watch
the kiddies play.

Katherine?

Come in.

Tst.

Well, so you’re
alive, are you?

All in one piece,
are you?

Where the hell have you
been all night?

Well?
Katherine’s place.

Liar!

She’s away for the summer.
You want me to call her?

Do ya?

Liar! I called Brigid.
I called the police.

I called
the hospitals.

You’re so damn busy
whoring around

you couldn’t spare
one minute to phone?

I should’ve,
but I couldn’t.

Yeah, but you didn’t!
I couldn’t.

We was afraid
something happened.

Not knowing what to do,
where to go...

you all right?

Mm‐hm.

I’ll fix breakfast.

Ma... I’m sorry
for all the trouble.

I didn’t think.

Well, you think
of this, then.

As long as you live
in this house,

you’ll live by the rules
of this house.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes, Papa.

Go on. Go.
Go fix breakfast.

All right, now,
before I’m accused

of being a tyrant or a...
by the way,

I’m not breaking
any of the rules

of the woman’s holy crusade
to burn their brassieres...

No, Papa.
Fine, fine, all right.

Because I
walked to school.

I worked in a coal yard
everyday after school...

and all day Saturday.

$12 a week...

out of which
I kept 2 cents a day

to put in the poor box
on Sunday.

The rest of the money...
You gave your mother.

That’s right.
Which is more

than I ever
asked you to do.

For you,
it’s been food, free.

Rent and clothes, free.

Medicine, free.
TV, telephone, the...

What...what the hell is
this supposed to mean?

You’re right.

If I can’t live here
by your rules,

and I can’t,

it’s time I went.
Went?

Went where?
With who? On what?

Alone. My place.
My money. My rules.

Oh, alone in
mugger’s paradise.

Well, that’s great. Now
we can worry about you

day and night.

Ah, make sense, girl.
Be yourself.

I can’t stay here
and be myself.

Your almighty self, is it?
If it wasn’t yourself,

just what the hell
have you been around here?

What you
wanted me to be.

You’re not Katherine,
you know.

Not by a long shot.

Mama.

Bye, Papa.

You’ll never make it alone.

She’s here now.

Yeah, yeah.
Last night, too.

We had...well,
we had sort of a party.

Well, of course
she’ll pay her own rent.

Oh, Pa,
would I lie to you?

Her teaching job
starts next week.

Summer school.

Right?

Yeah, of course.
I’ll keep an eye on her.

Yeah, I love you, too.
Bye‐bye.

Ay‐yi‐yi.

First month’s rent.

Now...

what you need
first and most...

is a bed.

A bed big enough
for everything.

Oh.

Now...

some signs look alike,
but...

"enjoy"...hands open.

"Enjoy."

"Sorry."

"Hungry."

"Wish."

Class...dismissed.

Good morning.

Good morning.

My name is Miss Dunn.

Yes?

Thank you. Once again,
please, and speak.

My name is Daniel.

Very good, Daniel.

And, uh, your name.

I’m Bonny Hooper.

Thank you, Bonny.

I am Daniel Tu.

Excellent, but "too"
is spelled t‐o‐o.

T‐u. My family name
is Tu.

Your family name is Tu.

I’m sorry. I apologize.

Daniel Tu, right?

Okay, okay.

No name? No name?

Maybe she’s dumb.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Deaf, not dumb.

"Dumb" means stupid.

You, all of you are
very bright students.

Her name is Amy.

Oh, thank you.

Amy.

Now, every name
has a special meaning.

Um, "Daniel"

means judge.

"Bonny"

means very good.

And "Amy"

means...

beloved.

That means that everyone
loves that person.

"Jerry" and "Kevin,"

what do they mean?

One minute. Wait.

Did you forget
your hearing aid?

Okay. We’ll use
the school’s, okay?

3 into 9 is...
that’s...right.

Very good, Bonny.
Very good.

Um...

after we see how good
you are at spelling,

then we’ll play a game
with numbers, okay?

Um...

I like your name.

You don’t have
to write it,

but, please?

Hey, everybody.

It’s time to go.
Bye‐bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Ah‐ah‐ah‐ah,
oh‐oh.

You forgot,
Daniel.

Bye‐bye.
Bye.

okay, Amy.

Let’s go.

Oh. Are you
Amy’s brother? I’m...

I don’t read
that mess.

Wonderful, Amy.

I love you, too.

Let’s go.

Good‐bye.

Okay, now...

Hey...

Yes? Yes?

I can feel it.

And say it.

Mul‐ti‐ply.

That’s better.

That’s...that’s
pretty good.

We’re gonna try again.
Now...

look.

Mmm‐mul...

Mmm‐mul...

ti...
ti...

Good.

Ply.

Ply.

That’s very good.

Okay. Now...

Mmm‐mul...
mul...

ti...
ti...

ply.
ply.

Oh.

Yeah,
I seen the movie.

That Pacino,
he’s somethin’, huh?

Mm‐hm.

You alone?

Uh‐huh.

You come here a lot?

I don’t know.

You’re okay.

You know, most of the others
in here are dogs, you know,

but you’re okay.

What are you doing?

I’m gonna make you
an offer you can’t refuse.

Oh, really?

You and me in bed,
right?

Yeah?

Why can’t
I refuse, huh?

You’d be passing up
the best fuck of your life.

Oh, God.

Uh‐huh.

Okay, well, uh...

in that case...

Hey, Frankie.
Hey, Ricky‐Do.

Hey, man,
how’s business?

Billy, baby.

Hey, sugar.
Catch you later.

See you
in September.

Bye‐bye, Daniel.
See you later.

Have a nice day.
Thanks.

Have a nice day.
Bye, Erin.

Have a nice summer.

Happy vacation to you.

See you
after Labor Day.

Oh, okay, okay.

Amy, these are
cookies for you.

Okay.

My name

is Miss Dunn.

My name

is Miss...

Dunn.

Dunn. Yeah.

You did it.
You spoke.

That’s wonderful, Amy.
That’s wonderful.

Now,
let’s try it again.

My...

name...

is...

Miss...

Dunn.

She did it.

She spoke.
She actually...

Let’s go.

Well, wait.

This afternoon, do you think
she could stay with me?

Today’s sort of
a special day

for both of us.

Thanks.

Hey.

Rules.
I’m late.

You call this
livin’?

While you and your children
live on welfare...

Oh, man, animals
in the zoo eat better.

There’s not enough
for the 3 of you, right?

So your man friend
has to leave...

The man stays.
Or they’ll cut
off your welfare,

and without welfare you cannot
support your children.

You try to raise 2 kids
whose father

went someplace,
I don’t know where,

on rules.

You try working all day

and half the night
out there

on your damn rules.

Now, I got a right
to somethin’,

and that somethin’
is that man.

And that man stays.

Honey,
where you been?

You scared your mama
half to death.

Oh, ain’t that
a pretty thing?

Mrs. Jackson, I’m...
Now what?

She’s the teacher,
Mama.

My boy said...

she talked.

See, honey?

Somebody up there
loves you.

We’ll have
a nice long talk

in the morning.

Um... Amy, here.

Um... Mrs. Jackson,
excuse me.

If...if Amy had
her own hearing aid...

I know they’re
very expensive...

but at school,
she’d learn so much faster,

and at home,
she wouldn’t be shut out.

Can you imagine
what it’d be like

for her to hear laughter?

Ain’t heard it
lately myself.

Hey, you’re a nice lady,
but you heard the man.

He pulls the plug...

no welfare, no school,
nothin’.

Him?

Him.

What? Mrs. Jackson’s
got a lover. Wait. So what?

You and your welfare
got something

against fucking, too?

I don’t care
if she’s got 50 lovers,

but if one of them starts
livin’ off her welfare...

Yeah, little Amy goes
down the drain, right?

Look, why are you
hanging this on me?

Well, because you’re pulling
the strings, that’s why.

Love will find
a way, right?

You care about Amy?

Why do you think
I work in welfare?

Okay, okay, why?
Because I’m a lousy liberal.

I wanna
save the world.

Oh, come on.
Screw the world. Save Amy.

I don’t make the rules.
You make the report?

If I reported
the truth...

All right, then lie.

The end justifies
the means, right?

If it means Amy
stays in school, yes.

Uh, Miss...

I’d like to
see you again.

What for?

Ahem. Hello?

Where are you?

Oh.

Oh, Katherine.

Oh, I don’t
feel very well.

I couldn’t
drive anymore.

Is it cold?
No.

I’m so cold.

I know.

Oh. Oh, my Rock
of Gibraltar.

You know,

the last time
I was a mess,

but this doctor’s
supposed to be

the best safecracker
in the business.

Oh, no.

Isn’t it?

Isn’t that
a perfect name

for an abortionist?

Did you tell Barney?

Mm‐mm.

But he’s crazy
in love with you.

Mm. He doesn’t
even know me.

Oh, we started out
just great.

No matter what we did,
everything was great.

Every day was special.

And then...

one day,

we couldn’t talk,

couldn’t talk

or even look
at each other.

So we...

we joined a crowd.

Booze, happy dust,

uppers, downers.

And last night,

I woke up...

in a room full...

of naked asses.

Mine was one of ’em.

I guess that’s all
I’ve ever been...

just another
piece of ass.

Married?
No.

Presently
living with a man?

No.

How frequently do you
have intercourse?

Does it matter?

Yes. There are
several methods:

diaphragm, IUD,
the pill.

I just wanna make sure
of one thing: no kids.

Permanently?
Yes.

May I ask why?

No.

Good morning, class.

Good morning,
Miss Dunn.

Good morning,
Miss Dunn.

Look. See?

Well...

Oh, it’s a wonderful
morning, Amy.

It’s a wonderful morning.

Come on. Ha, ha.

Good evening.

How’s little
Amy Jackson?

Oh. Hey,

all she needed was
a chance,

and your lie gave it
to her.

No, I didn’t
exactly lie.

I just didn’t tell
the whole truth.

I don’t know.
I just don’t know.

And her new hearing aid,

I don’t know how you got it
or where,

but really,
thanks a lot.

Well, thank
child welfare.

Yeah, well, so, uh...

So, how about dinner?

I’m taking you, okay?

Now, listen, we
better move it.

They eat by the clock.
All right.

...a tomcat coming up
the side of the vine.

See, I don’t think so.

Shirley Jane Smith,

come on down!

And Sandra Matthews...

That’s fine. I’d like
to support my mother,

but I tell you...

you are the first
4 contestants

on the Price
Is Right!

I know he was a Catholic.

He studied
for the priesthood.

Gave it up
when his father died

to support
his sickly mother.

They all live
in the same house.

Family.

If he’d gone
to Notre Dame,

he could’ve been
canonized.

Yeah.

Your father’s
an incredible character.

Yup.

Your mother’s
a fabulous cook.

I bet you’re
a great cook.

I hate cooking. I hate
baseball, basketball,

and especially
Notre Dame football.

I hate jokes...
Irish, Polish, Italian.

I hate jokes, period.

Are you upset?

No, I am not upset.

What is it, me?

Something I said,
something I did?

What?

Nothing.

I know someone else
who said the same thing once.

I just realized
how funny it was.

Oh...

Looking for me?

Tony Lopanto.

Sonya Katrina...

Raskolnikov.

Well, that’s okay.

I knew a secretary
once named...named Sonya...

something,
I don’t remember.

Used to cry
all the time.

Even when
she was happy.

Yeah?

I never cry,
even when I’m sad.

Yeah?

Yeah. It’s
the God’s truth.

Nobody tells
the truth. Ever.

Well, maybe it’s
better that way.

Yeah, that’s
the friggin’ truth.

Yeah.

Yeah, it sure is.

Yeah.

What is this?

Are you
a bible freak, huh?

It was a different book
the last time we met.

Met where?

Here.

Here. Well, I mean,
not exactly "met."

you were, uh...

you were
with a blonde.

Hmm.
You noticed, huh?

Yeah, I did.

you were...
you were doing...

you were doing
that!

That’s what
you were doing.

Oh, no...

What,
you putting me on?

Huh? Oh, no.

No. Uh‐uh.

No. I’m just
feeling really good.

Real good.

Guess the wine
don’t hurt either.

No.

The wine don’t hurt.

Mm‐mm.

No.

Hey.

You said
there was a party.

So where’s
the party, huh?

Here.

Right...here.

Ah...

Oh!

God!

Yeah...oh!

Oh, God...

Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes...

Yeah...

Oh...

Oh... oh!

You liked that,
huh?

Mm. Yeah.

Uh‐huh. Oh...

a man is a...oh...

a wonderful thing.

Yes...mm...

God.

God!

It...it’s still hard.

Why’d you stop?

What’s the hurry?

Well...

how could you hold back?

Wha...
what are you doing?

Come on!

Oh, very heavy.

Very heavy books
you got.

Myself, I go for poems.

Oh?

Uh...

guys always make passes

at girls with bare asses.

More.

You’ll never have
the knack

till you make it
with a black.

Where did you read
that?

In a subway toilet.

Oh! God...

Kill the light.

Off.

Hyah! Hyah!

Huh! Oh!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Now!

Scared you, huh?

It turns you on,
too, don’t it?

Knowing
you can’t stop it,

can’t run.

Just waiting for it
to happen.

Heart pumping
mile a minute,

right? Damn right.

Ever kill anybody?

Sure.

Vietnam.

Is that where
you got these?

Where do you think,
Miami Beach?

Mm.
It’s a rotten break.

Nah. It got me
out of the war.

Can’t get enough,
huh?

Hey, what’s that?

What...why,
does it bother you?

No, no, no.

No...

Cheek to cheek.

You like that?

Mm...

In case we fell asleep.

So?

So you’d leave
before morning.

Oh, what’s that,
a house rule?

The only one.

So, what happens
in the morning?

Work.

Oh, yeah?

Who is he,
husband?

Right.

Cabby? Milkman?

Right, right.

Some guy
who pays the rent?

Hm?

Comes daylight, work.

I got to be alone.

Nothing...
nothing personal.

Who said
I want to stay?

You expect me to believe
that "alone" crap?

Work...

What kind of work?

I’m a teacher.

School?

First grade.

I don’t believe it.

Ha, ha, ha!

I don’t believe it!

Ha, ha, ha!

A teacher
of little kids

cruising
crummy bars...

Jesus Christ!

No wonder
this country’s

all screwed up, hm?

But you liked it,
huh?

Oh...you’re
the greatest.

Oh...

I’ll keep in touch.

Sunday night,
6:00 sharp.

Suppose I’m busy?

You just be here.

Okay,
Sonya Bologna?

Hey. Hey.

Your fly is open.

Of course.

I got to go to work,
too.

Oh! God.

I don’t believe it!

I don’t...
I don’t believe this!

Oh, God...

Pow.

Puh‐lenty.

Puh‐lease.

Pow.

Those letters

make air rush out.

Now say it.

"Park."

Park.
Park.

"Cat."
Cat.

"Two."
Two.

"Heaven. Hurry."

Heaven. Hurry.
Heaven. Hurry.

Very good.

I want you to think
of words

that make the air

rush out.

Heaven.

Hurry.

Halo.

Hurry.

Hey, Harry.
Punch.

No, no, no.

Too much punch,
punch, punch.

I want you
to try "help."

Help.
Help.

Yeah.
Help.

Better.

...and then
this...this, uh,

perfect little
gentleman

comes out with
the word "fuck"!

That must’ve
bounced the balloon.

So I told him to
find another word,

and he said that
he tried "love,"

but that "love"
wouldn’t move

the balloon.
Never has.

No, it never has.

So I told him "happy"
would move the balloon.

He said...he said,

"Is happy
the same as fuck?"

Not with my husband.

Oh, I see.

Anyway, it is over,

finished, the end.

Tonight, Acapulco.

Tomorrow, I am free.

Does Papa know?

Oh, yeah. Naturally,
he blamed it on Barney.

As for a Catholic
getting divorced,

he said I wasn’t
married in church,

so it wasn’t a marriage
in the first place.

How did
Barney take it?

Barney? Oh, Barney
took it real hard.

He’s already shacked up
with a teenybopper

with a maximouth
and a minibrain,

dirty feet...

oh, yes.

They also have
his ’n her towels,

his ’n’ her...
hairdryers,

his ’n her vibrators...

Junk! Junk!

The junkyard of
a tripped‐out marriage.

Here lies love.

And lies and lies
and lies.

- Yeah?
- Taxi.

I’ll be right down.

Listen,

anything you want,

take it. Just...

take it all.

And stay loose, baby.

The hopes or dreams
in your own lives

that you’d like
to see realized.

All that you have
joined me

to change
our government

for the better.

Vote for Jimmy Carter...

Hello?

James who?

Of course.

I’ve been keeping busy.
I’m busy right now.

Frankly,
I haven’t even had time

to think of food.

Hm?

Well, oh...

can you call back
in 10 minutes?

No, wait.

You better make it 20.

Shit.

You lousy...

sh...you son of a b...

you fucking no‐good
son of a...

So how are you?

Who’s that?

I’ll take a beer.

One wine, one beer.

Hey, Chuck!

He‐hey...

What’s happening, man?
You got the shit?

You got the bread?

I got the bread,
baby.

Right over here.
Let me look at it.

Let me smell it.

Smells good.

It is good.

Hey, Chuck,

you bring
the shit, man?

Hey, baby.

You look full
of it, baby. Ha!

Hey, baby,
how are you?

Fine.

Come on in,
baby.

Jesus.
You calling for me?

No. I was, uh...
just looking

for the ladies’ room.
Where’s the ladies?

Oh!

Hear you’re looking
for a shitty white lady

named Bernice.

Uh...
got a dime?

A dime?

Yes. Yes,
I have...

a dime.
Here it is.

Oh.

One jolt enough?

Huh?

Yes. Yes.

In case you got
to call Jesus.

Me on TV.

Me in the mirror.
Me the star.

That’s why everybody
goes there.

Everybody gets
to be somebody.

Like that girl.

Oh, she was
a terrific kisser, huh?

She’s a nice girl.

Yeah. A great dancer,
I’ll say that.

She’s like
a lot of girls.

Alone. Cruises
the bars alone.

It’s kind of sad.
Oh, cheer up. I mean,

they don’t
always leave alone.

You’ve never been
in that bar before.

Huh?
Right?

Uh...

right. Right.

So why did you
want to go?

It makes me
feel good.

You didn’t know
anybody there.

It’s better that way,
you know?

I mean, you drink
and you dance.

None of that awful
small talk.

Makes for a hell of a time.

Hey! Hey, we haven’t
had dinner yet.

I’m a great cook.
I’ll fry you an egg.

I’ll fry you
a hot dog.

Well, it’s school
tomorrow, so...

Saturday. Saturday.

Yeah.
Well, you better

call first, okay?

Out!

How’d you get
in here, huh?

What’d you do,
pick the lock?

I knew it. A burglar.

Just get out of my...aah!

Don’t!
Get away from me!

Get away from me!

Hey, wa‐wait
a minute.

What...what
is this? What...

Sou said 6:00,
didn’t you?

So?
So beat it!

Out!

Tony is out.

Tony gonna tell you
what it’s all about.

Pow! Shk!

♪ ta‐ta raa ta‐ta

Hey, what’s your name...
Terry‐Yaki.

Where’d y’all get
the arty‐farty porno?

Ha!

Where did you get
that southern‐fried,

finger‐lickin’
accent?

whaa‐ooh!

Mick Jagger,
Leon Ru...Joe Cocker,

Elton John,
The Beatles...

Peter Frampton,
Rod Stewart...

black is green,
green is red,

red is flesh!

♪ Volare

♪ Whoa‐oh

♪ Cantare

♪ Whoa‐oh‐oh‐oh

Hey, who’s the blonde?

She looks
good enough to eat.

Out!

Before I call
the cops.

Ah!

Stop!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

What are you doing?

Nothing. Nothing.
Whoop! Uh‐huh.

Whoo!

♪ Fuck me, fuck me

No, I, uh...

Now! Ooh! Ooh!

No. No!
It’s late!

I’m wired...

speed!

Quiet!

I knew it. I knew it.

A burglar
and a junkie.

I just...out!

Come on, Teach.

You been snowing me
from the start.

Snow, baby.

Dime bag.

White lady
Bernice.

Oh.

You’re a cokehead.

No.

Yeah.

No. No.

Well, I say
♪ Cocaine

♪ Cocaine

♪ Runnin’ all around

♪ Pop in my brain

Oh.

♪ I said coc...
Where’d you get this stuff?

You’d never
believe it.

♪ Cocaine

Oh...

♪ Sweet, sweet...

Now, uh,
$10 for that?

30 for good stuff.

They call me quick.

Cocaine gonna make
your bobo so sexy.

Running all around
in my heart,

my brain.

What’s this do,
what does it do?

Makes America beautiful.

Okay.

Okay.

Now the other one.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Don’t stop.

Don’t stop...

Oh, I want...
I want to...

What? What do you want?

Everything.

Everything...

Everything...

Ah...

♪ Volare

♪ Whoa‐oh

♪ Cantare

♪ Ta‐re

♪ Hiya, suckers

♪ Hiya, suckers

♪ Whoa‐oh‐oh‐oh

♪ Nel blu...

Aw...

What...what’s
so important

about that ridiculous box?

I mean, how can you
watch that when you know...

that box
keeps me company

even when I’m sleeping.

In fact,
it’s the only box

I don’t have to
screw all the time

to keep it happy.

God! You know,
you’re crude.

You’re a crude bastard.
You’re vain and vulgar,

you’re a liar,

God knows what
you are!

Yeah? I’m
a perfect gentleman.

What...where
are you going?

Business.

2:30 in the morning?

What? I don’t understand.
What kind of business?

Is it woman business?
Woman?

Here, take this.

No. No.

Take it.

No, no...no.

Look, you want to
climb walls all night?

You want to
drag ass in school?

Is that what
you want? Huh?

What is it?
Take it.

What is it?

’Lude.
Oh, nice...

Quaalude.

Brings you down fast.

I’ll keep in touch.

Well, when?

Whenever.

If you’re late again...

Kiss my ass.

I did.

Oh... oh...

Oh, no...

Explain it to them.

Stop.

Be quiet.

Sit.

I’m sorry.

I apologize.

I’m late.

Last night I took a pill

to help me sleep.

The pill was so strong
that I...

I don’t believe it.

I don’t believe you.

I gotta go home.
How is he?

I gotta go home.
I gotta feed the baby.

I’ve been here
off and on,

for God’s sakes,
since last night.

Why didn’t you call me...
I did!

9:00. Nobody home.

Later...
busy, busy, busy.

So I called
the operator,

I say "cut in."

she tells me the phone’s
off the hook.

I call this morning,
still nobody home.

Stay with mom, huh?

How is he?

Mama...

In God’s hands.

Can I see him,
please?

Well, Theresa,
it’s been a long time.

Before the operation,
we had a nice chat,

your father and I.

He told me
the good news...

about that wondrous
young man of yours.

It seems you picked
the right man.

I tried
to reach you.

Do they know?

24 hours.

Know what?

Know what?

What?

If it’s malignant.

Can I give you
a ride home, Mrs. Dunn?

If it’s not
too much trouble,

I’d like to go
to church first.

You’re really something,
you know that?

You are really something.
How did you manage it?

Jesus, you’re practically
one of the family.

Apple of my father’s eye,
buddies,

my mother’s son
she never had...

I wanted to help.

Why?! Why is it
when there’s trouble,

you’re always
Johnny‐on‐the‐spot?

Is that how you
get your kicks, feeding
off of cripples?

You’re upset.
I understand.

You’re worried,
and you’re lonely.

Alone!

I’m alone,
not lonely!

And depressed,

and you’re
depressing me.

Can you
understand that?

This place isn’t
like you at all.

Not at all.

It’s exactly
like me.

Especially this.

You ever had a woman
that way, hmm?

You got a woman?

How about some of those
welfare cases of yours?

All those scared,
trembling women

begging for favors,
hmm?

I’m going to the hospital
tomorrow.

Ha! Of course
you will.

If you want
a lift...

Hey...

I want you here.

Right here.

Or maybe you
don’t like women.

Maybe you go...
Shut up!

You don’t like
to hurt people,

so why do you do it?

I’ll pick you up
at 6:00 tomorrow.

Good night.

Heh, heh...what?

Malignant? Me? No.

That’s rumor,
sweetheart.

That’s all it is.

Doctor’s mumbo‐jumbo.

I’ll be back at work
in a week.

Now, Katherine, love,
would I lie to you?

No affliction’s
going to bury me

before my time.

That includes the prostate
or any other state, huh?

Oh...

Hold on. Don’t...

go away.

Oh!

Hello.

Ha, ha... Tony?

Tony?

Hello?

Are you still there?

Oh, God.

Yes, yes. You sound
underwater, too.

Huh?

I can’t...

you’re...you’re gurgling.

Ha, ha...

Well, am I what?

No, no. I’m fine.
I’m fine.

But the phone
practically drowned.

Now, don’t go away.

Don’t you go away.

Okay. Can you hear me?

Tony?

Hey. Tony, can... Oh.

Tony, now,
just don’t go away.

Mm...mm...

Mm? Hm?

No.

Just...just barely.

Yeah. Barely.

Well, uh, so...

why don’t you
come on over?

No, no. It’s James.

Huh?

Oh, yuck.

Yi, gods...

Hey, Steve...

Hey...excuse me.

Want a beer?

Tony Lopanto,
has he been around?

Ah...gummer man.

Must be
2‐3 weeks now.

Another one?

Martin?

Martin.

Oh...a professor
needs a beard.

Ex‐professor.

Teaching’s a waste of time.

I’m writing a novel.

Isn’t everybody?

Getting divorced,
too.

Isn’t everybody?

If not, why not?

To...

old times.

Ho ho. Oh, God, no.
Huh‐uh.

I think about you,
us, a lot. Too much.

You were
my one true love.

Ah, yes.

Love.

Forgive me not,

but please,
oh, please,

forget me not.

By parted lovers
it is writ...

oh, darling,
thou art still a shit.

Ciao.

That’s wrong.

Hi.

Um, everyone,

look at me.
Look at me.

This is Mr....

No, hold it,
hold it.

My name...

is j‐a‐m‐e‐s.

James.

Very good.
Very good.

Took me 4 days
to learn that.

Maybe sign language
will keep us from fighting.

Be surprised.

Haven’t you had enough?

I mean, I’ve been
so awful...

you’re charming,
intelligent, affectionate,

sensual,
you are the ideal...

Uh, you better learn
to read braille.

You’re blind as a bat.

Saturday.

You’ll be sorry.

That’s funny...

I don’t remember
buying any candy.

That’s right.
And the pens?

Right.

That’s stealing.

Hey, that’s right.

Would have been
easier to pay for it.

Yeah, but not
as much fun.

You got roaches.

Poor hungry
little buggers.

Is that why you don’t
wash the dishes,

’cause the roaches
are hungry?

Why else?
Why else?

Back...

Most guys,
first time out

they try to score.
They expect it.

And some of them
get pretty nasty

if they don’t get it.

So by the second
or third time,

it’s either fuck,
fight, or forget it.

But you,
we’ve seen each other,

what, 5 or 6 times?

You haven’t even
tried to kiss me.

Your wine, madame?

In here, please.

Oh, uh,
just a second.

My hands are
very soapy here.

Oh...I’m sorry.

Mm...

nice.

Mm...

Thank you.

You’re welcome.

Why did you want
to be a priest?

My father
wanted it.

Didn’t you?

No.

If he hadn’t died,
that’s what you’d be.

I don’t know
if he’s dead.

What?

I just say he’s dead.
Stops the questions.

My mother drank.

She doesn’t drink
anymore.

I was 12 years old
when it happened.

One night I heard
my mother laughing.

My mother had
a beautiful laugh.

Her bedroom door
was open.

She was lying
on the bed naked...

except for
a black garter belt.

My father was
standing over her...

and she was teasing him.

"Hey, what’s the matter,
big boy?

Can’t you get it up?"

and my father hit her,

but my mother
just kept on laughing...

and he kept hitting her
and hitting her.

She kept laughing
and laughing.

There was blood
all over the bed,

blood all over
my mother.

My father walked
right past me,

walked down the stairs
and out the door.

I love you.

Mm, don’t love me.

Mm‐mm.

Just make love.

Easy...

Easy. Yeah...

Okay...

Okay...

Let me...let me...

mm.

I don’t believe this.

I don’t believe this.

Ho, no. Ha, ha...

Oh, God.

Ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ho...

Oh, no.

Is this supposed to
protect me or you?

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I’m sorry.

Oh, I’m very sorry.

That wasn’t
very funny.

It’s just that

I never have seen
one of these anyway,

and...oh, God.

Go ahead, go ahead,
hit me. Fight back.

Uh, break something.

I’m...I’m sorry.

Oh...

Heh, heh, heh...

You’re wrong.

It’s funny.

Oh, the story
about my mother

and my father...

it never happened.

Ha, ha...

Ha, ha...I’m sorry.
Ha, ha, ha...

ha ha... oh, God...
ha ha ha...

Whew.

I gotta get outta here.

Excu‐excuse me.
Excuse me.

Uh, I’m looking
for Jesus.

Well, ain’t you
heard, baby?

The pigs got him.

Never fear,
the man is here.

2 dime bags.

So I’m back working
for the airlines,

but not like before.

Desk job.
Public relations.

No more wet‐nursing
a planeload

of drunken ass‐grabbers.

Nobody flies me
ever again

except if I want it
and only if I want it.

I’ve quit that, too.

Booze, the pills,
the grass,

the $50‐an‐hour
analysts.

I am through

with the whole
mind‐fucking scene.

Everybody’s
taking something,

or they’d never
make it to morning.

Well, I’m into
group therapy.

It is very in.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Is that where you all
sit around in a circle

and pick
each other apart?

No. It’s where
you find out

the mess you’re in,
how you got into it,

and maybe how
to get out of it.

Oh, we all hurt
someplace,

and we’re all looking
for a pain killer.

Well...

to the pain killers.

Uh‐huh.

Hello...Theresa?

Hello, is this
777‐4490?

Yes, James.

You know,
I was thinking about us.

Am I interrupting
you?

No.

I just come from church.

You know, whenever
I have a problem,

I go to church.

So I find myself
with this out‐of‐towner

here for...I don’t know...

a furniture convention,
something. Anyway...

he won’t come to my place,

and he won’t go to
his fancy hotel.

It’s got to be...
for Christ’s sakes...

a motel, and only
this kind of motel.

First thing,
on with the TV.

Next...nothing.

Just sits there on the bed
watching the porno movie.

I honest to god expect

he’s gonna bring out
a bag of popcorn.

So finally the big moment,

but he doesn’t even
take off his pants.

And all the time that
he’s doing it to me,

he’s watching them
do it on tv.

It’s hysterical, right?

No, wait, wait, wait.

When I come out of the can,

scarlet and butch are still
cranking it out on tv,

and my furniture freak
is gone with the wind.

Ho ho...
Heh heh...

He left this.

"Honey, you’re terrific."

and this.

Wild, huh?
Boy...

anyhow,

this night I connect
with this, uh,

detective.

And we end up
in my place.

We smoke a little,
we laugh a little,

you know, we ball
a little...

a real nice time.

I come out of
the bathroom,

and guess what.

Well, wait...

not again?

Right.

Dick Tracy disappeared,
and so did my $20.

You talk about amateurs.

Played for a hooker
by a square

and ripped off as a sucker
by a dick.

Ye God...

Ha, ha, ha...

Me, queer?

Jesus, I’m
a married man,

I got 2 kids

and a very
expensive mistress.

I’m an animal!

That’s why you
go to gay bars.

♪ Kiss,
don’t leave me... ♪

Jesus, who’s that?

Me when I need a fix.

What the hell. You’re
a juicer, I’m a junkie.

Yeah? What
are you hooked on?

Anything I can get.

You got something
to drink?

Something sweet?
How about me?

Mm...

Hey, I’m not
complaining,

but you know, you’re
not very, uh, big.

Yeah?

Neither are you.

Coming up, up, up.

Oh, yeah.

Jesus.

I knew it,
I knew it...

I knew it,
I knew it...

Who the hell are you?

Who, me?
Yeah, you.

Me?
Yeah, you!

What are you,
a deaf faggot?

Me?

Go on,
get outta here.

Hello.

You live up there,
mama?

Theresa?

Theresa, are you
all right?

She’s taking a dump.

Before you start,
I forgive you,

so relax, okay?

So how you been?

You miss me, huh?

What’s this silent bit?

Bette Davis
on the Late Show,

right?

You know,
you ought to get on

one of them
TV game shows.

Come on down,
Terry‐Yaki Tobias!

Aaah!

Aah!

You scream, you jump up and
down, you wiggle your butt,

you win 25 grand, a car,
100 suitcases,

and a trip to
the Honolulu Hilton!

Hula, hula, hallelujah!

What the hell
is this, a call house?

Yeah?

Well, maybe she don’t
want to talk to you.

What the fuck kind
of language is that?

Give me that...
um, Katherine?

Uh, no.
No, no problem.

I’ll call you back.

You wanna know
where I been?

No.
Miami.

Lost a bundle
at the track,

massaged around
a fat jew broad

till her old man
showed up.

Miami.

Tough hustle.

Scrounged my way
back up here.

They cut off
my welfare,

which I’m told by
some nigger clerk, yet.

Get me a beer,
will ya, hon?

So I need a pad

till I can get
something going.

Not here.

What, 4 or 5 days.

Even you’ve
got a mother.

She said no.

Go set the world
on fire.

What, on a couple
lousy dollars? Come on...

Find a smaller world.

Hey, hey, relax,
come on.

It’s Tony Boy
talking. Remember?

You’re
still my girl.

Mine. Mine, right?

Damn.

Get this into one
of your 2 heads...

the only one
that can think.

I am my own girl.

I belong to me.

Now, get outta here.
Leave! Go.

Go!

I don’t believe it.

Believe it.
You’re throwing me out?

Yes!
You and my mother...

the 2 biggest cunts
in the world.

Aah!

Theresa!

You son of a bitch!

Theresa?

Theresa?

Theresa?

Mm.

Oh, my God!
I’m fine.

What did he
do to you?

It’s my...

Come here.
Come here. Sit down.

Oh...

Oh, Jesus!
My teeth...

Look at...oh, my God!

I’ll get some ice.

Ice, yeah.
Ohh.

How the hell did
that creep get in here?

What happened?

It doesn’t matter
what happened.

Once the cops
get their hands

on that
mothergrabber...

That’s it!

He’s only trying
to hurt his mother.

What are you
talking about?

What do you have
to do with his mother?

Well,
we’re both...aah!

Oh! Oh!
That’s cold!

Well, just hold it.

We’re both cunts.

Oh, god!

Hula hula!
Hallelujah!

Oh, my god!

Aah!
Aah!

Oh, Jesus!
My God!

Come here!
It’s all...

Aah!

Oh, the cock...cockroaches
are taking over the world!

Aah!
Aah!

♪ Silent night

♪ Holy night

♪ All is calm

♪ All is bright

♪ Round yon virgin

♪ Mother and child

♪ Holy infant

♪ So tender and mild

♪ Sleep
In heavenly peace ♪

♪ Sleep
In heavenly peace ♪

I’ll be right back,
Mrs. Jackson.

Again.

♪ Silent night

♪ Holy night

♪ All is calm

♪ All is bright

♪ Round yon virgin

♪ Mother and child...

What?
Why the jacket, huh?

Give me that coat.

Whoa! Hey!
Toro!

Please...
Hup! Olé!

Hup! Hup! Hup!

Don’t do that!
Give me my...

this is not funny!

It’s going to cost you
300 now instead of 200.

First,
I haven’t got it...

You’ll get it.
Second,

I wouldn’t give it to you.
You want to bet?

Not 300. Not 3.
Nothing. Zero!

Well, I’d hate to see
you in the newspapers,

you know?

"Virgin schoolteacher,
barhopping slut,

pill‐popper, cokehead,
doobie‐do."

All right, Miss Dunn.

Oh, you don’t need
Tony anymore, huh?

Got yourself
a nigger stud here.

Hello?

You asked
for it, bitch.

Tony?

Found it.

Found it.

A telephone tip
from a mysterious informer

led to her secret life
of drugs, barhopping,

and sordid sex.

Miss Dunn was fired
when she admitted...

Oof.

Phew. Ho, ho, ho.

Out!

This is crazy.

You are really sick.

Oh, shit.

Weren’t you
ever in love?

I was even more
unbearable than you.

Quit, will ya, huh?

Will you
please quit?

Merry Christmas.

Oh...

oh!

Oh, no...

What is...oh,
what is it? Jeez!

Oh!

Egad, this
is fantastic!

What...oh, jeez,

what made you
think of this?

You.

Light and dark.
On and off.

Now I see you,
now I don’t.

Mmm, to all
the lonely people...

on Christmas eve.

With love.

Oh, no.

No. I don’t
want that ring.

I...I don’t want
to be in love.

Not the way
you mean.

You want to be married.
I don’t want to be married.

You want to have kids.
I don’t want to have kids.

I didn’t say anything
about marriage.

It’s Christmas.

Christmas makes me
feel good.

At the end of a year,

you think
about the future.

I don’t believe
in the future.

What do you
believe in?

I...now.

What happens now.
That’s what I believe in.

What have you got now?
This place?

Yeah.
Look at it.

What’s here when
you come home?

Anything that means
anything to you?

Family?
A dog? A cat?

Friends? Do you have
one woman friend

you can talk to?

Last election, did you
even fucking vote?

You’ve got
one thing. Me.

That’s what you’ve got.

And to hold on to me,
it’s got to be me and only me!

Where are you going?

Out. Away from you!

Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid!
Stupid!

Stupid!

I don’t want
your "merry Christmas"!

I don’t want the same
fruitless kiss

you give to James!

Not man enough
for you, was he?

Not man enough
for our giggity

Miss America.

I don’t understand you.

I don’t understand
your crazy world!

I don’t understand
your crazy talk!

Freedom this
and freedom that!

Free to leave
your family?

Free to quit
the church?

Free love?

Free to abort
your own kids?

Free to go to hell.

Will you tell me,
for the love of Christ,

how you can
give new life

to them deaf kids...

teach them, love them,
care for them...

but you won’t give birth
to your own? Why?

You know why.

You’re afraid.
Yes!

Of what? A little pain?
Scoliosis, papa!

You know about scoliosis,
don’t you?

Curvature of the spine,
a crooked back,

paralytic scoliosis?

Inflammatory myopathic
and ocular scoliosis?

The kind you get from
rickets, and rheumatism,

and my kind...

congenital!
The kind you’re born with.

You had polio!
Never!

Ask the hospital!

I did! Congenital!
In the blood!

Polio!
Your blood, papa!

Liar!

Katherine is...
Lucky!

Lucky!
Brigid is healthy!

They’re healthy!

They’re both minor,
not healthy!

My mother had 4...
Oh!

Boys.

All perfect.

All but one.

Little Maureen.

More love
in that poor...

twisted
little body than...

than in her
perfect brothers.

False‐sounding brass...

ashamed of her...

shunning her,
cursing her.

She took her own life.

Freedom...

tell me, girl,
how do you get free

of the terrible truth?

Back here,
it’s happy new year

from Times Square
in New York.

Good‐bye to 1976,
hello, ’77.

Who...who is it?

Telegram.

Telegram?

Aah! Aah!

Yaah!
Oh!

Oh!

Your thing is limp.

It’s the story
of my life.

Happy new year!

Katherine!

Meet Robert
the mad mugger.

Mad, Robert, mad.

Masquerade party.
Do you want to come?

No.
You sure?

Yeah.

Whatever you do,
you shouldn’t be alone.

I mean, nobody ought
to be alone new year’s eve.

Oh.

Be happy, baby.

Okay. All right.

Hey!

What the hell’s
the idea?

Open up!

Come on, bitch,
I know you’re in there.

Hey, Sonya Bologna,

big night
tonight, right?

Say you and me, we
drink out the old year

and blow
in the new, okay?

Huh?

¿quieres tomar
una copa?

Hey, come on, honey.
Come on, honey.

You got me
all worked up.

Hup, too late.

Ha ha! Come on.
Come on, hurry up.

Hey!

Look, you think this...
this lousy toilet chain

is gonna
keep me out, huh?

Operator?

Get me the police.

Yes, this
is an emergency.

That does it, cuño.

Finito!

You are dead!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Hey, no tits!

Money! Where’s
the goddamn money?

Sucker!

Did they hurt you?
No!

And don’t you ever

ask me to wear
this...this crap again!

Never, you hear?

I’m no goddamn Nellie,
you ought to know that!

Christ, look at us!

You know what we are?
Look at us!

We’re a couple
of freaks!

We’re freaks!

I’m sorry.

Sorry, shit!

I’ve had it with you.

The fancy pad,
the shirts, the shoes!

I’m cutting outta here!

Don’t go.

Oh!

Please don’t go!

Unh! Unh!

Please don’t go!

Where are you
gonna go?

Anywhere
away from you!

But you’ll be back?

I don’t know.

I’ll wait for you
at the apartment!

You’ll need some money!

Shove it!

I’ll wait for you!

God damn it, you’re
the Nellie, not me!

I’m a pitcher,
not a catcher!

And don’t you
ever forget that,

you hear?

Whoopee!

This is it.

My last night
cruising bars.

Sounds serious.

Well, when your
night life interferes

with your day life...
Yeah.

Can I buy you a drink?

Not even one for luck?

Confidentially,
with me, one’s too many,

and a million’s
not enough.

I’ve got the same
problem with men.

Nice way to fly.

Yeah?

They say it prolongs
sex almost indefinitely.

It makes me
absolutely wild.

Hi, I’m Arthur.

How did you do that?

That must really...unh!

Wait!

You think I’m queer,
don’t you?

Please...I never said...

No, but you thought it,
didn’t you?

Huh?

I’m...I’m sorry.

Freak.

Excuse me, could
we talk together

for a moment?
Just a moment?

There’s a guy back there
won’t let me alone.

Probably watching us.

Know him?

Yeah.

Seems okay.

Kind of scary.

Why’d you pick me?

You seem, uh...

What?

I don’t know.
Friendly.

You’ve got
a nice smile.

If you smile,
maybe he’ll go away.

Then what?

It’s midnight
in San Francisco!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year.

Mm, thanks
for seeing me home.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew it.

Yes, indeedy,
home sweet home.

Hey...

you need a drink
real bad.

Room service, uh...

you’d better send up a bottle
of wild turkey, huh?

And make it fast.
Thank you.

Well, this is nice.

Real nice.

Uh, before
you move in, huh?

One drink, okay?

One, then
good night, okay, huh?

Say, that guy in the bar
bugging you...

yeah...

I got the same problem.

Regular leech, you know?

All the time,
cryin’ and spyin’,

hanging on,
won’t let go.

Day and night.
"love me, love me."

I can’t even go
to the can without,

"what you doing, honey?"

Love...

Shit, you know,
I’m practically od’d

on love.

Wasted, you know?

I’d like to black out
for a week.

How long you married?

What the hell kind
of crack is that?

I hate...I actually hate
this...person.

I’d have to be crazy to
go back there tonight.

It’s been a crazy night
all night.

I get into town,
broke, no job,

no place to stay.

All I’m looking for is
to get out of the cold,

a place to flop
for the night, right?

Well, we booze it up
pretty good,

and, you know,
one thing or another.

Anyhow, I’ve been
shacked up ever since.

Sometimes...

Sometimes, I think,
honest to God,

I was better off
in prison.

Were you really
in prison?

Yes, ma’am. Twice.

What for?

This and that.

Don’t people hold it
against you,

being a convict?

Oh, yes, ma’am.

They certainly do.

Not you, though.
You’re different.

Mm‐hm? How?

Well, a con gets
to know things.

Who cares,
who don’t.

And you?
You really care.

Not a mean bone
in your body.

Oh, you’re a con man
all right. Yeah.

I thought
you were wasted.

Hm?

Mm...

wait.

Wait. Wait.

First, I better...

yeah.

Hey, what have
we got here?

No, no, no, no, no.

We all carry a scar
someplace.

Well, they say we’re
all born into sin,

you know?

Mm‐hm...

and a lucky thing,
huh?

Ha, ha.

Oh, now.

Okay?

Now. Now.

Now.

You, uh, have
a very nice body.

I admire people
who keep in shape.

I work out all the time.

In my neighborhood...

if you didn’t fight,
you were a fruit.

In prison...

if you didn’t fight,
you spread ass.

I shouldn’t
have drunk so much.

Hey...

Hey...

I’m not ready.

God damn it,
I’m not ready.

Maybe it’s me.
Whatever,

it’s not your fault.
It happens.

Goddamn women.

All you gotta
do is lay there.

Guy’s gotta do
all the work.

You think
that’s funny?

Well...

I think it’s
a hell of a way

to start the new year.

What’s the hurry?
We got all night.

No. Some other time.
I’ll call a taxi...

Hey, hey, listen,
don’t go to sleep, okay, hon?

Come on.

Will you please get up?

You can’t...you can’t
stay here.

You want to get laid?
okay. Later.

I want you
out of here now.

No.

What...what are you
trying to prove?

Prove?
Prove what?

I don’t have to prove
nothing to you!

You think I’m some
kind of flaming faggot!

No.

God damn it!
I’m married to a girl

that makes you
look like shit!

She’s down in Florida

with her belly
out to here with my kid!

Mine!
Aah!

How’s that for proof,
you...candlefucker!

Help! Help!

Katherine! Katherine!

Oh! No!

Aah!

Ah! Ow!

No! No!

Ah! No!

Get off me! No!

You better shut up!

No! No!

No! No!

Ah! Ah!

Shut up!

Get off...

Shut up!

Ah!

Shut up!

Ah! Don’t! Don’t!

Shut up!

Don’t choke...

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Shut up!

Ah!

Don’t!

Ready now.

This is what you wanted,
right, bitch?

Aah!

Huh? Right, bitch?

do it!

That’s what
you wanted, right?

That’s what...
do it!

Do it!

Mm!

Aah! No!

No!

Aah!

Aah!

Bitch!
Oh, god!

Oh, god!

Oh!

Right?

Right?

Right? Unh!

Unh! Unh!

Ah!

"Looking for

faced criticism for changing
Judith Rossner’s novel,

which was based on the murder

of a 27‐year‐old
teacher, Roseann Quinn.

Brooks was not afraid
to adapt controversial

or sexually‐charged material.

One of his best known films
is "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof"

from 1958, which sparked
battles with Hollywood censors.

For "Looking for Mr. Goodbar,"

Brooks felt Theresa was too dark

and wanted audiences to
feel empathy for her.

For research, he talked
to scores of women

who frequented singles bars
and had read Rossner’s book.

"They each tell me a
different story," Brooks said.

"They all read into it
something very personal,

"having little to do with
the book and much more to do

"with feelings the
book has triggered."

By the way, the man
who confessed to
killing Roseann Quinn,

John Wayne Wilson, committed
suicide in his cell

at The Tombs in Manhattan
while awaiting trial,

less than two months
after his arrest.

Coming up, our night of
true crime films continues

with a bank robbery that
goes wildly off the rails.

From 1975, Al Pacino delivers

one of his most
memorable performances

in Sidney Lumet’s
"Dog Day Afternoon."

It’s next on Turner
Classic Movies.