Clash by Night

Okay, boys, let's get her unloaded.

Sooner the quicker.

Go to cannery, go to farm, go to picking grape.

Everywhere I go, bosses says no.

Jerry is gonna be mad when he come off his boat and find you here.

So he's mad.

Old man ought to sleep late in the morning.

Is old, 68?

Is old, 68? No good for work no more?

Chop them up, old men, chop them up like bait.

Coffee. And a brandy.

Better make it whiskey, lady.

I thought when I heard music it was you. Now, come on home, Papa. Let's go home.

- Oh, home. - No, no, no.

What's home? Sit thinking.

No wife, no music. It's nothing, home.

- Why don't you take up golf, pop? - Why don't you shut up?

Now, come on home, Papa, and don't make no trouble.

Come on, now.

Now look what you did.

Excuse, it's a mistake.

You're always making mistakes. I'm sorry, miss.

If you'd stay home like I told you, nothing would happen.

Hey, ain't you Mae Doyle?

Yes.

Papa, you remember Mae. Mae Doyle, Joe's sister.

I guess you don't remember me, huh, Mae?

I don't remember a lot of things.

Guess I took on a little beef.

Jerry D'Amato.

Joe works on my boat.

- In the morning? - Only when I have a cold.

- How much? - A dollar even.

You coming home to stay?

For a while.

There ain't nothing like home, is there?

That's what they say.

Nephew, so help me, I didn't have me eyes closed a second when

he's out of the house like that.

All right, Uncle Vince.

Sneaked off when I'm trying to get a few winks

- I'm so worn out. - I know.

- Come on, Papa. - I'm worn out taking care of him

while you're on the boat.

I said to myself, my nephew would be hopping mad.

Blaming me as usual. The old gent gets tanked and...

- Hi, Peggy. - Hey.

I thought you--

I thought you weren't gonna eat any more chocolate.

- You'll spread. - So I'll spread.

- Don't, Joe. - Why not?

I feel icky.

Mr. Homan went in the warehouse today.

Found two of the girls curled up asleep in the sacks.

- Did he holler? - Murder.

Well, when a man pays your day's wages, you owe him a day's work.

Irene came into work with a--

Irene came into work with a black eye.

That fellow she married when she was working the fruit canneries

came down last night.

Wanted her to go back upstate and live with him again.

And when she wouldn't, he just beat her up awful.

- You should see her eye. - Well, he's her husband.

So what?

I suppose you'd beat me up, too, if I was your wife.

Sure, regular.

Let me see you try.

Just let me see any man try.

What would you do? Scratch my eyes out?

Just try it. You'll find out.

- Tough, ain't you? - Yeah.

We should've had you in the 3rd Division.

- Let go of me. - Sure.

Ouch!

When I want you to kiss me, I'll let you know.

By special messenger.

Aren't you going to welcome me home, Joe?

Welcome home.

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

Ten years.

Can ten years go that fast?

House looks nice.

She looks nice, too.

Peggy, my sister, Mae.

- Hi. - Hi.

Funny, coming home and finding the door locked

and not having a key to it anymore.

I remember the house as bigger.

It isn't very big, is it?

It's big enough.

Is there any coffee? Mae must be tired.

On the stove.

Why didn't you come home before?

Why didn't I go to China?

Some things you do, some things you don't.

The way you wrote, I thought you'd come back rich.

- Where's it parked? - What?

The big car with the chauffeur and the rich husband.

There isn't any car. There isn't any husband,

rich, poor, indifferent.

Ain't that what you left town for?

I left town because I...

left town.

What do you want, Joe, my life's history?

Here it is in four words: big ideas, small results.

The guy you wrote Ma you were gonna marry.

I neglected to write that he was already married.

Does it sound sordid?

All right, it sounds sordid.

He died, left me some money.

But... they took it to court.

His wife, his brothers.

I almost drowned in outraged relatives.

Mae Doyle, ten years later.

It's your life.

Yes, that's what's so funny.

It's really mine.

Well, do I go or stay?

It's your house, too.

You can use Ma's old room.

Mae, I'll help you unpack.

You watch the coffee. Come on.

Joe said you lived in New York.

For a while.

- I don't think I'd like New York. - Why?

I don't know. I'd be scared.

Mmm. Nice. Did you get this in New York?

No, a drug store in Kansas City.

How old are you, Peg?

Twenty.

Twenty, the age of miracles.

- Here's your coffee, Mae. - Oh, thanks, Joe.

- Do you want anything? - A Cadillac.

Know what I'd really like?

A trailer.

Just go over the whole country seeing places.

Where would you bring up the kids, in the back seat?

Who said I'd have kids?

- You'd have kids. - Yeah?

- Joe wants me to marry him. - I gathered that.

But I hate people bossing me.

You marry a fella, the first thing he does is boss you.

He can be real sweet sometimes.

But I don't wanna have to keep working in a cannery if I got married.

Does Joe want you to work?

You know fellas. They say a lot of things.

But wait till there's a bad catch and money's short.

I'd go right back in the cannery.

I'd be stuck good.

You're very pretty, Peggy.

The boys whistle a lot.

I'm real glad you came back home, Mae.

Are you?

- Am I what? - Glad you're home.

Home is where you come when you run out of places.

I sure was surprised when I walked into Angelo's

and there your sister was, sitting at the bar.

- What's she gonna do now she's home? - I don't know.

You got some twine?

- I bet she goes out a lot. - Out?

You know, nightclubs, theaters, stuff like that.

- She does all right. - Sure.

Why shouldn't she, swell-looking girl like Mae?

Hey, why don't you ask her out?

- Me? - Well, why not you?

I wouldn't be any fun for a swell-looking girl like Mae.

She's used to nightclubs.

- Nightclubs? - Yeah.

She ain't been out of the house in two weeks.

Look out.

Watch out. Why, you dirty brat.

- What do you want, the whole sidewalk? -

Wee!

Get off the street, you little hoodlums!

I lost two bottles.

Rotten kids. I hope they all get run over.

Dirty little rats.

What are you sitting in the house with your hat on for?

Crazy old gent sitting in the house with a hat on.

Not important, hat.

It's what under the hat that makes you worry.

What you got to worry about? Son supports you, don't he?

Didn't move any of them checkers

while I was out getting the beer, did you?

Last night, under the bridge...

they found a little baby, four days, five days old.

Nobody wants kids. They clutter up the house.

I told you to close the icebox. You'll burn the bulb out.

- Where'd all the beer come from? - Schneider's.

I thought I told you to stop charging stuff.

Well, you're rich. You'll never miss it.

I ain't rich.

A little baby, four days, five days old.