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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."

(soft jazz music playing)

(music changes to disco)

(new song starts)

(new song starts)

(new song starts)

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?"

(bell rings)

Mm...

(train passing)

Oh.

Miss Dunn. Miss Dunn.

You all right?

It’s my back.

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

(bell rings)

For your next assignment,

describe an irrepressible temptation

and what you did about it.

(music plays)

(telephone rings)

MAN:

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! (hangs up phone)

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.

(laughs)

I never did understand

what terrible thing I did, you know,

to make God so angry.

Poor little‐‐

No.

No. I hate people being sorry.

I was only trying to comfort you.

I’d rather be seduced than comforted.

(chuckles)

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...

(gasps): 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.

(inhales)

Oh, dear God.

(inhales)

(gasps): Ah.

Did I hurt you?

No. Oh, no.

Mm‐mm.

Oh...

oh.

Ah. Oh.

Mm.

God.

Oh, God.

(chuckles)

(crack)

(crack)

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.

(telephone rings)

(whispering): You are now a fallen woman.

Thank god.

(ring)

Hi, Tom.

Ah, Katherine’s come home,

more beautiful than ever.

(tv blaring, telephone ringing)

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?

(ring) Look, for God’s sake,

would somebody answer that telephone?

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

it’s a charter flight.

(turns down tv) (ring)

What the hell happened?

THERESA: Hello?

Are you daft?

It’s the FBI,

cleaning up the scum of the earth...

(television blares gunfire and sirens)

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.

(baby coos)

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!

MRS. DUNN: 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...

(sobs)

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.

MR. DUNN: 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.

(sobs)

Do I look...okay?

(chuckles): 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.

(classical music playing)

Superb! Perfection! Poetry in motion.

Oh, but do you love me?

Oh.

(typewriter keys click)

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.

(television plays)

TV REPORTER: 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.

(telephone rings)

(turns down volume)

(ring)

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...

WOMAN ON TV: Happy New Year!

(auld lang syne playing on tv)

Hi.

Hi. You want to be my fella, huh?

Do you? No. Come on. Do you?

Aw...

MAN: Hello?

Martin? Yeah?

Happy‐‐ WOMAN: 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...

(horn honks)

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. (telephone rings)

Thanks. Oh, Papa...

I love you. Be nice to him, huh?

(ring)

Get the phone.

(ring)

TV: The Cavaliers carried a 2‐point lead

into the fourth quarter...

KATHERINE: 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‐‐

KATHERINE: 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.

(murmuring)

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.

(tires screech)

(brakes squeal)

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

Good morning. Yeah.

The democratic convention with enough votes‐‐

You all right? (radio off)

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.

(door slams)

WOMAN: Mm.

(applause)

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.

(kisses)

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.

(sniffles)

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.

(screams)

(siren)

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.

MRS. DUNN: 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!

MARTIN: Ah, yes.

Love.

(music playing)

Hey, baby.

You still in the first grade?

I graduated today.

(music playing)

(intercom buzzes)

(laughter)

(buzz buzz)

I’ll get it.

(buzz)

Who is it?

THERESA: Katherine?

Oh, hi, hon. Come on up.

Police?

(slurring): 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.

(music in background)

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.

(slams phone)

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.

FATHER: You’re not Katherine, you know.

Not by a long shot.

Mama.

Bye, Papa.

FATHER: You’ll never make it alone.

She’s here now.

(toilet flushes)

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.

THERESA: Now...

some signs look alike, but...

"enjoy"‐‐hands open.

"Enjoy."

"Sorry."

"Hungry."

"Wish."

(romantic music plays)

Class...dismissed.

(music continues playing)

(bell ringing)

Good morning.

STUDENTS: 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?

(bell ringing)

THERESA: 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?

(bell ringing)

Hey, everybody.

It’s time to go. Bye‐bye.

STUDENTS: Bye.

Bye.

Ah‐ah‐ah‐ah, oh‐oh.

You forgot, Daniel.

Bye‐bye. Bye.

okay, Amy.

(children yelling)

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.

(upbeat music plays)

(high notes play)

Okay, now...

(low notes play)

DANIEL: 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.

(music playing)

(inaudible)

(laughter)

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.

(sniffs)

(snorts) You’re okay.

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

but you’re okay.

(laughs)

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...

(music plays)

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.

BOTH: 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.

BOTH: 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?

(telephone rings)

(ring)

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.

(giggles)

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.

STUDENTS: 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.

(the price is right in progress)

See, I don’t think so.

BOB BARKER: 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!

MR. DUNN: 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...

(romantic music plays)

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.

(laughs): you were‐‐ you were doing...

you were doing that!

That’s what you were doing.

(laughs): 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.

(pop)

Hey.

(radio plays disco)

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...

(music playing)

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‐‐(laughs) what are you doing?

Come on!

(theresa laughing)

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.

(laughs): You like that?

Mm...

(alarm ringing)

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. (laughs)

I don’t believe it!

I don’t‐‐ I don’t believe this!

(laughs): 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. (bell rings)

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...

(jangling)

Junk! Junk!

The junkyard of a tripped‐out marriage.

Here lies love.

And lies and lies and lies.

(intercom buzzes)

Yeah? MAN: Taxi.

I’ll be right down.

Listen,

anything you want,

take it. Just...

take it all.

And stay loose, baby.

(radio playing disco)

(jangling)

(ringing)

(ringing stops)

(music)

JIMMY CARTER: 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.

ANNOUNCER: Vote for Jimmy Carter‐‐

(ringing)

(ring)

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...

(jangling)

(chatter, rock music playing)

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.

MAN: 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.

(disco music playing)

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?

(music playing)

Out!

(music stops)

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!

(laughing): 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.

(radio playing rock)

(imitating drums): 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?

(screaming): 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! (laughs)

Stop!

(to music) Oh! Oh! Oh!

(laughing): 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!

(drumming)

I’m wired...

speed!

(music stops)

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

(humming): 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‐‐ (laughs)

(humming, laughing)

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! (laughs)

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.

(ring)

(ring)

(dial tone)

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.

(bang)

(siren)

(telephone rings)

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.

(singing in latin)

(bell tolls)

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?

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Oh...

(ring)

Hold on. Don’t...

go away.

(ring)

(splash)

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.

BARTENDER: 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...

(bell rings)

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?

(turns water on)

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.

(knocking)

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.

JAMES: 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.

(disco music playing)

(music continues)

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.

(telephone rings)

JAMES: 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.

(hangs up)

THERESA: 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.

(whistles)

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...

(disco music plays)

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?

(drunken laughter)

Neither are you.

Coming up, up, up.

Oh, yeah.

(door unlocking)

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!

(telephone rings)

TONY: 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!

KATHERINE: 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.

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Hello?

TONY: You asked for it, bitch.

Tony?

(click)

(doorbell buzzing)

Found it.

Found it.

TV: 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!

(muttering): This is crazy.

You are really sick.

Oh, shit.

Weren’t you ever in love?

(sighs)

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!

(jangling)

Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Stupid!

(hall door slams)

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!

(coughs)

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?

RADIO: Back here, it’s happy new year

from Times Square in New York.

(doorbell buzzes)

RADIO: Good‐bye to 1976, hello, ’77.

Who‐‐who is it?

MAN: 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.

(toot)

(shower stops)

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.

(banging)

Hey!

Look, you think this‐‐ this lousy toilet chain

is gonna keep me out, huh?

(banging)

Operator?

Get me the police.

Yes, this is an emergency.

That does it, cuño.

Finito!

You are dead!

(firecrackers popping)

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

(playing auld lang syne)

Hey, no tits!

Money! Where’s the goddamn money?

(screaming)

Sucker!

(sirens)

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!

(sobbing): I’m sorry.

Sorry, shit!

I’ve had it with you.

The fancy pad, the shirts, the shoes!

I’m cutting outta here!

(sobbing): Don’t go.

Oh!

Please don’t go!

Unh! Unh!

Please don’t go!

(sniffling)

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?

(sobbing)

(squawk)

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.

(pinball machine pinging)

(disco music playing)

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!

(singing auld lang syne)

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...

(sighs)

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.

(radio plays)

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.

(giggles)

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! (muffled)

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!

(screaming)

Ah! Don’t! Don’t!

Shut up!

Don’t choke‐‐

(gasping)

Ah!

(gasping)

Ah! Ah!

Shut up!

Ah!

Don’t!

Ready now.

This is what you wanted, right, bitch?

Aah!

Huh? Right, bitch?

(gasps) 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?

(grunting)

Right?

Right? Unh!

Unh! Unh!

Ah!

(gasping)

"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.