light of day, Jesus, to whom now I pray.
Blessed be the Virgin pure Whom I greet with faith so sure.
Jesus, Mary, Spotless Rose, Keep us till this day doth close.
Theyre still half-asleep.
What sweet little children!
Well? What do you say?
How do you do?
How do you do?
How do you do, children?
My names Mrs. Mills, but you can call me Bertha if you like.
What are your names?
-Anne. -Nicholas.
Anne
Light along there!
Sighting in heavy fog.
- Handsomely on the yards tackle.
- Topmen aloft.
- Where away?
- Uh...
Two points off the starboard bow, sir.
Not a mile distant.
- You sure, Mr Hollom?
- Yes, sir.
Man-of-war?
I dont know, sir.
It was only for a moment.
I thought I saw a shape.
- Did you see it, Mr Calamy?
- No, sir.
Well, you did the right thing, Mr Hollom.
Go to your stations.
The dec
light.
A guy was stepping on the accelerator.
So I put the pedal to the metal.
You shouldve seen it. It was fantastic!
- I left the guy...
- Where the hell were you?
I told you to back up your mother.
She knows the way.
Dont be smart, boy.
Youre not too big for a whipping.
- I know, you proved that to me.
- Youre pushing it. Youre right on the edge.
- I just stopped at the corner for cigarettes.
lights a cigarette using a lighter with a "nail" on his desk.
Curly, with another anguished sob, turns and rams his fist into the wall, kicking the wastebasket as he does. He starts to sob again, slides along the wall where his fist has left a noticeable dent and its impact has sent the signed photos of several movie stars askew.
Curly slides on into the blinds and sinks to his knees. He is weepi
light at the end of the road.
Idella, that is so fine.
Thank you.
My lawyer seems to have disappeared,
so I need help on the legal end.
But if you cant do that,
Id take a kind word or a visit.
Gets real quiet here sometimes.
None of these guys on the row
can afford an attorney for appeals.
You can imagine the calls
we get from death row inmates...
-...begging us to find attorneys.
-Wholl work f
Cinderella Man Script
Attaboy! Keep him busy!
One.
Jesus.
Two.
You got it.
Three.
He aint getting up!
Four, five, six...
seven, eight, nine, ten.
Out!
Come here, Jimmy.
Get that sleeping beauty
out of here!
Tha쓘 ten in a row, Jimmy!
Ten!
By a knockout,
at one minute seconds
in the second round...
tonigh쓘 light
heavyweight winner...
from the great state
of New Jersey...
the Bulldog of Bergen,
light down
a bit, will you? OK.
Hold it, boys.
Beethoven isnt working. Try Brahms.
Look, Marion,
Id like to try it again.
This time,
lets see if we cant get with it.
Keep in mind
that youre a woman who thinks.
That is a piece of sculpture
by ltsabuchi.
Look at it as if you understand it.
As if it understands you. See?
No, thats not the way we look
when were thinking of ltsabuchi.
React to it. Jus
trespassing on private property.
-Trespassing?
-Loitering too.
Thats right.
You re loitering too.
I didnt see any signs.
What you call that?
Graffiti?
No, man.
Thats not fucking graffiti!
Thats a sign.
He cant read it, man.
Ill read it for you.
It says this is private property.
No fucking trespassing.
This means fucking you!
-It says all that?
-Y eah!
If you wrote it in English,
Id fucking unders
light on this subject.
I wanted to thank you. You did a great thing for my guy.
Listen, its... No, not you.
This is one hell of a doctor, I tell you.
She knows, she knows.
Good. Thank you very much then. Thank you.
Tara, can you get Mrs. Gomez up to the pulmonary unit? Excuse me.
- You need anything, call me. - Will do.
- I owe you one. - Sure.
Anytime. Names Stone, as in Sharon.
Listen, they onl
light docket.
No, no. Ive won
two out of three.
Lets make it the
best out of five.
Thats good, actually,
because today I let you win.
- Sure you did.
- See ya.
Hey!
Free as a bird, apparently. You go
everywhere you want with whomever.
That much freedom could
get a fella into trouble.
Id like my keys. Could it
be you dont remember me?
Sure, I remember you.
You were at the movie house.
Oh, Im disap