Last Night Script
[Telephone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
[Man On Answering Machine]
Hi. ltsme.
lm not here.
lf youre a friend
or someone who has loved me,
l want to thank you
for being apart of my life.
lfitsyou, Mom, lm coming.
lllbe there. Relax.
Heres the beep.
[Beep]
[Man]
Goodafternoon, Mr. Wheeler.
lm calling
from thegas company.
lhopeyoure doing well
andspending these finalhours
inpeace w
love it.
So does my husband.
And lm pregnant.
In any case,
its still a good diuretic.
## [Singing Nursery Rhyme]
- Papa is home.
- Where are you going?
Whats wrong?
lm sorry.
- Where are you going?
- lm sorry, Roxeanne.
lll call you. lm sorry.
- lll call you. No, dont.
- Yalk to me. Dont...
- Just...
- No, no, dont. Dont.
- Why are you doing this?
- Dont, Roxeanne.
Charles-Henri!
- Just tell me w
love you very much.
Away they go.!
Pretty good start for all.
The only one slow is High Button Shoes,
and High Button Shoes is last early on.
Swinging onto the back stretch, and its
Last Chance and Coates Tail setting the pace.
Now High Button Shoes
does begin to pick it up.
High Button Shoes nowjoins the pack
as they swing onto the back stretch.
- Its still Punjab and Out of Time the leaders.
-
love this city. All right, girls.
Just look around. I mean, every one of them, unique, special,
like snowflakes.
And with such a plethora...
Calendar word meaning abundance, of gorgeousness and diversity,
well, how could a man ever choose to settle down with just one?
I myself subscribe more to the European philosophy of life.
My priorities leaning towards wine, women...
Well, actually, thats abo
love China.
I love the food-- Chinese food. Its the best.
Yeah, the way they cut things in little pieces...
so that you dont have to use all that heavy silverware.
Brilliant invention, the chopstick. Not like us barbarians.
I mean, there we are, sticking our forks into the food...
and hacking it up with our knives.
- First time in Paris? - Yes.
Mmm. Great.
Mens toilet, now.
Youre gonna have the t
love you.
l love you, too, Nordberg.
Who were they?
- Ship... Boat...
- Thats right. A boat.
When youre better,
well go sailing together,
- just like last year.
- No... Drugs.
Nurse, give this man some drugs!
Cant you see hes in pain?
- Give him a shot, quickly!
- No...
Heroin! Heroin, Frank!
Nordberg, thats a pretty tall order.
Give me a couple of days
on that one.
Oh, my poor Nordberg!
He was s
love.
Silence.
VALET
Signore Salieri! Open the door. Come now. Be good!
The voice of Old Salieri continues again, further off now, and louder. We hear a
noise as if a window is being opened.
OLD SALIERI
Mozart! Mozart! I confess it! Listen! I confess!
The two servants look at each other in alarm. Then the Valet hands the candlestick
to the Cook and takes a sugared cake from the dish, scrambling a
SAM ACE ROTHSTEIN, a tall, lean, immaculately dressed man approaches his car, opens the door, and gets inside to turn on the ignition.
ACE: (Voice-over) When you love someone, youve gotta trust them. Theres no other way. Youve got to give them the key to everything thats yours. Otherwise, whats the point? And, for a while . . . I believed thats the kind of love I had.
(Suddenly, the car explode
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship
love to write about women
and all the things we do to drive men
crazy?
IKE
(taken aback)
I dont write bitter diatribes about
women... very often.
She whacks him with a newspaper, then shakes his hand.
WOMAN
Only when the ideas arent flowing,
huh? Well, it was very nice to meet
you, one-minute man.
The Woman leaves the bar.
IKE
(as she exits)
Thats last minute man.
(then, louder)
And its the