After Hours (film)

After Hours is a 1985 film about an ordinary word processor who has the worst night of his life after he agrees to visit a girl in Soho whom he met that evening at a coffee shop. Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Joseph Minion. What if that date you thought would never end, didn't? (taglines) Paul Hackett [on his knees, screaming to the heavens] What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake! Dialogue Paul: Could we have the check? Coffee Shop Cashier: It's on the house. Paul: Really? Coffee Shop Cashier: Sure. What the hell. Different rules apply when it get's this late. You know what I mean? It's like after hours. Paul: Which way you headed? Marcy: Downtown, SoHo. Paul: Oh, nice... nice. A loft? Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses. Paul: Really... Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one? Paul: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they? Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460. Paul: 243-3460. Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges. Paul: Kiki Bridges, okay. Marcy: Nice talkin' to ya. Paul: Yeah, great talkin' to you. Pepe: Art sure is ugly. Neil: Shows how much you know about art. The uglier the art, the more it's worth. Pepe: This must be worth a fortune, man. Paul: Is Marcy here? Kiki: She had to go to the all-night drugstore. Paul: Is she all right? Kiki: It's under control. Kiki: You do that all day and your own shoulders get pretty sore. Paul: You want a massage? Kiki: You read my mind. Would you? Paul: Sure. I'm not too good at this. I just know a few basic moves. Kiki: Just make it hurt and you're on the right track. Marcy: I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow morning or anything. Paul: No. No, I don't. Marcy: Because I think you're somebody I can really talk to. And tonight I feel like - I feel like I'm gonna let loose or something. I feel like - I feel like something incredible is really gonna happen here! [laughs] I feel soooo excited. I don't know why? I feel it. [laughs] I'm glad you came. [laughs] Paul: Greg called. Marcy: Oh, how'd that little faggot find out I was staying here tonight? He probably wants to whine to me about his latest boyfriend. Paul: Friends like that are hard to deal with sometimes. Marcy: Well, that's what friends are for! Paul: Why don't you just tell me what's wrong? Marcy: I was raped once. As a matter of fact it happened right here in this very room. I lived here once. He came in through there on the fire escape. He held a knife to my throat and said if I made a move, he'd cut my tongue out. He tied me to the bed... he took his time... six hours. Paul: My god... Was he, uh... did they get this guy? Marcy: No. Actually it was a boyfriend of mine. To tell you the truth, I slept through most of it. So... there you are. Marcy: My husband was a movie freak. Actually, he was particularly obsessed with one movie, "The Wizard of Oz." He talked about it constantly. I thought it was cute at first. On our wedding night, I was a virgin. When we made love - you've seen the movie, haven't you? Paul: "The Wizard of Oz"? Yeah. Marcy: Well, whenever he - you know, when he came... Paul: Yeah. Marcy: ...he would scream out, "Surrender Dorothy!" That's all! Just "Surrender Dorothy!" Paul: Wow. Marcy: Instead of saying something normal like, "Oh, God," or something normal like that. I mean, it was pretty creepy! And I told him I thought so, but he just, he just couldn't stop, he just, he just couldn't stop, he just... couldn't stop. Paul: What type of pot is this? Marcy: Colombian. Paul: That's a lie. Marcy: What? Paul: This isn't Colombian. I don't even think it's pot. Marcy: That's what the guy who sold it to me said it was... Paul: Well, the guy who sold it to you is a liar. So are you. Marcy: Don't get upset, I just won't buy it from him anymore. Are you all right? Paul: Where are those Plaster of Paris paperweights, anyway? I mean, that's what I came down here to see in the first place. Well, that's not entirely true, I came to see you, but where are the paperweights? That's what I wanna see now! Marcy: What's the matter? Paul: I said I wanna see a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight, now cough it up. Marcy: Right now? Paul: Yes, right now! Marcy: They're in Kiki's bedroom. Paul: Then get 'em, cause as we sit here chatting, there are important papers flying rampant around my apartment cause I don't have ANYTHING to hold them down with. Julie: Hey Paul, do you like my hairdo? Paul: Yes... yes, I do. Julie: Then why don't you touch it? Tom the Bartender: How about a drink? You look like you could use one. Paul: You don't happen to have any powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you? Tom the Bartender: She won't put out, huh? Paul: No, it's not for her. It's for me. I seem to have gotten myself involved with one of your cocktail waitresses. Tom the Bartender: Miss Bee Hive 1965. Paul: Yes. Don't even ask me how. Tom the Bartender: So, take off. What's she gonna do? Kill herself? [Paul is trying to get into a nightclub] Club Berlin Bouncer: Got any money? Paul: Yes I got money. Is that what this is all about, you want money? Why didn't you ask for that in the first place man. Here, it's all I got. [gives the Bouncer a quarter] Club Berlin Bouncer: I'll take your money 'cos I don't want you to feel you left anything untried. Now, you keep the quarter... [gives Paul his quarter back] ...but you still have to wait a few minutes. Paul: Why doesn't he have to wait a few minutes? Club Berlin Bouncer: Tonight is mohawk night. If you had a mohawk, you could go in. Paul: [laughs] Oh, come on! We're both adults! Why don't you just let me in? Club Berlin Bouncer: Do you really want to go inside? Paul: You wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. You just, wouldn't believe it. Gail: Oh, I'm an ice cream vendor - Mr. Softee. Paul: What? I - you misunderstood me. I didn't ask what you did for a living. I said, you wouldn't believe what I've been through tonight. Gail: It's not boring. And I have my own Mr. Softee truck. It's not - it's not boring. Paul: I have had a terrible, terrible night. Do you understand? Gail: I'm just trying to entertain you. Paul: I don't want any entertainment! And, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry. I am under - oh God, I - I'm unable to get home tonight, you know. I can't get home. [Paul has no money for a subway token] Paul: Couldn't you just give me one token, please? Subway Attendant: I can't do that. I may lose my job. [Paul looks around and sees no one else in the station] Paul: Well, who would know... exactly? Subway Attendant: I could go to a party, get drunk, talk to someone... who knows? Julie: I'm gonna give you a present. Paul: Don't do that. That's really not necessary at all. I mean, I've only known you for, what, an hour. Julie: No, no, no. You said that you were gonna come back and you did. In these days, that is something to be commended and rewarded. Do you know what this is? Paul: No. Julie: This is a Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheese paperweight. I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges. Did you ever hear of her? Taglines What if that date you thought would never end, didn't? When it's after midnight in New York City, you don't have to look for love, laughter and trouble. They'll all find you. What is the very worst night you ever had...? Cast Griffin Dunne - Paul Hackett Rosanna Arquette - Marcy Franklin Teri Garr - Julie John Heard - Tom Schorr Catherine O'Hara - Gail Linda Fiorentino - Kiki Bridges Verna Bloom - June Tommy Chong - Pepe Cheech Marin - Neil Will Patton - Horst Clarence Felder - Club Berlin Bouncer Dick Miller - Pete, diner waiter Bronson Pinchot - Lloyd External links 0088680 After Hours after_hours After Hours Category:1985 American films Category:1985 English-language films Category:Black comedy films Category:Independent films Category:Films directed by Martin Scorsese Category:Cult films Category:Films set in Manhattan