High Stakes (1989) - full transcript
A New York hooker tries to keep her daughter out of the clutches of the mobsters she works for.
- Mommy?
- What?
Tell me a story.
I already told you
all the stories I know,
Karen.
Can you read to me
from this book?
Okay.
"Lady Lydia Ashley
woke up one morning
and the bright sun
was stroking her golden hair.
It was a glorious day,
but her heart was heavy
because she had
no one to love.
She had no one
to talk to in the morning,
- in the night--"
- Mommy?
When can I come
and live with you?
Soon.
As soon as I get my money
together, Karen.
Are you ever gonna
get married again?
Maybe I haven't
met the right guy yet.
Man:
Right on!
Bob Dylan:
♪ I had a pony
♪ Her name
was Lucifer ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ Oooh, how much longer?
Dylan:
♪ I had a pony
♪ Her name was Lucifer
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Man:
Shake it like
you got it, baby!
20 bucks!
♪ She broke her leg
and needed shooting ♪
♪ I swear it hurt me more than it could have hurted her ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Sometimes I wonder
♪ What's going on
with Miss X ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Sometimes I wonder
♪ What's going on
with Miss X ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ She's got such
a sweet disposition ♪
♪ I never know
what the poor girl's
gonna do to me next ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ I got a new pony...
Man:
Go, go, go, go!
Dylan:
♪ She knows how to fox-trot,
lope and pace ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Well, I got a new pony...
Man:
Go, go, go, go, go!
♪ She knows how to fox-trot,
lope and lace ♪
- ♪ How much longer?
- Go, go, go, go!
Man:
Come on, shake it!
Dylan:
♪ She got great big
hind legs ♪
♪ Long black shaggy hair
hanging in her face ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Man:
You look sorta like my mom!
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Everybody says
you're using voodoo... ♪
Man:
Take it off!
♪ I seen your feet
walk by themselves ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Well, everybody says
you're using voodoo ♪
♪ I've seen your feet
walk by themselves ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Oh, baby,
that God you been prayin' to ♪
♪ Gonna give you back
what you're wishing
on someone else ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
- Man: All right!
- ♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Come over here, pony...
You got it.
♪ Come over here, pony
♪ I wanna climb up
one time on you ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Men:
Come on, come on!
More!
Come on! 20 bucks!
Take everything.
- Man: Everything?
- Yes.
It's over 800,000 shares.
- It's bottomed out. Take it.
- John, you can't do this.
The stock keeps going down
the way it's been going down,
we're gonna get
a margin call tomorrow
we won't be able to meet.
Buy some more.
I don't want it to drop
another eighth.
I want you to support that stock
and I will worry about tomorrow.
You're crazy.
I thought you went home.
No, I'm here.
We had a good day--
very good.
Texan went up
three points.
We sold 200,000.
Are you listening to me?
Cheryl and I
are splitting up.
I know, Bob.
This has been going on
for a month.
The woman wants to be free,
wants to fuck around.
Fuck her.
I'm gonna be free myself.
You gotta snap out of this.
Things like this happen.
How would you know?
You want to know
what really happened?
A month ago...
I couldn't find some
of the papers
I'd been working on
over the weekend,
so at lunchtime,
I went home unexpectedly.
Want to hear the rest?
Do you want to tell me?
Don't worry.
This is where it gets good.
It was the maid's day off.
So I came home
and I went in the door
and there was Cheryl
performing fellatio
on some 20-year-old kid
right there
on the living room sofa.
I'm sorry.
Remember when we were kids
out in Great Neck
hustling our asses
to make a few bucks?
Yeah.
I knew what life
was all about then.
It was about
beating the system.
And dreams.
What do we dream about now?
Bobby,
don't drink any more.
To you--
a great money machine,
without whom I would never have
all I have today.
What do I have, Johnny?
You don't get it, do you?
It's not about money.
What are we doing here?
We're on the cutting edge.
We're the ones who
take the chances.
Right.
To capitalism--
greatest system in the world.
The system in which somehow
only a real scumbag
makes it all the way
to the top.
All of this
because your wife
was going down
on some 20-year-old kid?
You low-life
son of a bitch.
No, don't--
leave me alone! Shit.
Man:
Get out, bitch!
- Ow, ow!
- You're over the hill.
Jerk.
Give me my shoes.
Give me my eyeglasses.
This is the last time,
you hear me?
The last time.
That's it! That's it!
I'll see you Monday.
♪ In death, you face life
with a child and a wife ♪
♪ Who sleepwalks through
your dreams into walls ♪
♪ You're a soldier of mercy and you're cold and you curse ♪
♪ "He who cannot
be trusted must fall" ♪
♪ Loneliness
♪ Tenderness
♪ High society
♪ Notoriety
♪ You fight for the throne
and you travel alone ♪
♪ Unknown as you
slowly sink ♪
Women:
♪ Slowly sink
♪ And there's
no time to think ♪
♪ In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity ♪
♪ In secret
for pieces of change ♪
♪ The empress attracts you,
but oppression distracts you ♪
♪ And it makes you feel
violent and strange ♪
♪ Memory...
Hey, you dead?
They already took the money.
God, you scared me.
Sorry.
I was just looking
for an ID.
What are you doing here?
I got mugged.
I'll call an ambulance.
- No.
- Why, the police after you?
No, no, I just don't want
to go to a hospital.
Why not?
Looks like you could use it.
Can I have
a glass of water?
Who are you?
Just someone who needs
a bit of help.
Well, I gotta go.
All I run into lately
is weirdos.
I'm not a weirdo, Christ!
Christ, I'm not a weirdo!
Doesn't anybody care
about anybody anymore?!
Christ.
Ah.
You just gonna lay there?
I'm gonna call the cops.
No, don't.
Please.
Look, I live
in this building, see?
I don't want any bodies
on my front doorstep.
A glass of water,
wash my face.
That's all I want.
Why don't you want me
to call the cops?
I just want to go home
quietly.
So be quiet
and go home.
Look, while we've
been talking here,
I could have gone up
to your apartment,
I could have had
a drink of water.
I'll only take
five minutes of your time.
I'll-- I'll even pay you.
With what?
A check.
They left my checkbook.
Don't take checks.
- That's a mistake.
- In this neighborhood?
All right, just let me
lie here and die in peace.
I want you to know
I never let anybody
come up here.
Well, it's not
very fancy,
but welcome
to my little sanctuary.
Nice place.
Thank you.
I don't have much time
to fix it up.
Here.
Thank you.
Can I have some more?
Sure.
Thank you.
Your daughter?
Oh, yeah.
That's Karen.
She's eight.
She's got my eyes
and her father's hair.
She's pretty.
Thank you.
Smart too.
Look,
the bathroom's in here.
You can wash up
and I'll get you a towel
to wash up with.
Here.
Thanks.
So you all right?
Thanks for taking me in.
It's okay.
You're a kind person.
How would you know?
You're helping me out.
May not mean I'm so kind.
It probably means I'm stupid.
No. No, it shows that
you've got good instincts
about people.
But I don't.
I have terrible instincts
about people.
I always pick the wrong ones.
What do you do?
I-- I'm...
between jobs.
Ah?
What kind of jobs?
Modeling mostly,
but I'm thinking of getting
into something more serious now.
Like what?
Real estate.
Or interior design.
You?
Me?
Ahem, I'm a businessman.
Hard times?
No. No, not at all.
I just-- I had a long,
miserable day.
I-- I couldn't sleep
and I took a walk.
These guys jumped me.
I used to be
so sure of everything.
Now I don't know.
You divorced?
I was married once.
It's a sad story.
Karen wasn't even--
why am I telling you this?
I said five minutes.
I'm telling you my life story.
It's all right, it's all right.
I was just curious.
Okay.
I was 26 years old.
His name was Bobby.
He was Italian.
And we were both waiting
on tables in Greenwich Village.
And I was initially
attracted to him
because he was the only waiter
in the restaurant
who wasn't gay.
And...
he was the only man
who ever proposed to me.
You don't have to
tell me this.
Hmm.
So one night we went
to a party in Long Island
and we drank too much.
And I was thinking
that we shouldn't be
drinking and driving
at the same time
because my father
was an alcoholic
and that's the way
he died.
And sure enough,
the next thing you know,
I'm lying on this stretcher
in the elevator
at St. Vincent's,
and my mother's looking
down at me and she's saying,
"Everything always
happens to you."
Bobby died like that.
Windshield punctured
his lung.
So...
how about you?
Nothing like that
ever happened to me.
Do you want
some more water?
Listen, you don't have
any coffee, do you?
Coffee.
Coffee?
Yeah, any kind.
Nope.
Tea?
Here.
Don't you have a family?
No.
No wife?
No.
- Well, you must have friends.
- Sure.
That's important.
Everybody should
have somebody.
I guess my five minutes
are up.
What's so funny?
I have known a lot
of married men,
but you
are definitely single.
How'd you know?
Something's sticking out.
Really?
I hadn't noticed.
Here.
Well, let's just clean
your collar up a little bit
and we'll have you looking
good as new.
I like you.
You're pretty.
You think I'm pretty?
This is crazy.
It is for me.
I mean
this is really crazy.
Man:
Bambi, open up!
I said open up, bitch!
No.
Ah!
I've been looking
all over for you, Bambi.
So you found me.
Now what?
So where
is the fucking money?
There is no money.
Look, I was beaten up.
The guy had a gun.
He almost killed me--
- You're lying!
- I am not lying!
- And I'm gonna get another job.
- Oh, yeah?
Yes, I am getting
a regular job.
- Is that right?
- That's right,
I'm through with this.
Oh, Slim's gonna
love this shit.
Well, I don't care.
I tell you what,
Bambi--
I've always liked you,
so I'm gonna be
real nice to you.
And I'm gonna give you
one more chance.
Okay?
Ow!
No! Don't do that!
Oh!
Am I getting through
to you, slut?
You're getting through
to me!
Why don't you
leave her alone?
- Who the fuck is this?
- Nobody.
Nobody?
He just came here
for some water, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Who the fuck are you, Jack?
- It's really irrelevant.
- Is it?
You been with my bitch, man.
And you ain't
going no-fucking-where
till you give me my money.
Leave him alone.
He's not a trick.
Well, if he ain't a trick,
what is he? Your father?
- I'm waiting, my man.
- I haven't got any money.
I already
got mugged tonight.
Hey, if he ain't got
no fucking money,
what is he doing
in here, huh?
I told you,
I don't know.
Look, the two of you got
some very important things
to discuss.
I gotta--
Will you leave him alone?!
Ah!
Who the fuck is he?
How many times do I
have to tell you? I don't know!
- He came here for some water.
- Bitch.
You touch me one more time
and I will kill you!
Do you understand me?
Get his gun.
It's in the jacket!
Okay, Earl, you take
the money belt off now!
You're fucking dead.
How many times have you
told me that? Take it off now!
Drop it on the floor!
Hurry up!
Drop it!
Now!
Get out of here!
You're dead, bitch.
Now!
You're fucking dead.
Now!
Ah!
Probably gonna come here
and kill me.
I wouldn't doubt it.
2,000.
It's chicken feed
to what they've taken from me.
I worked for those guys
for three years.
Gave 'em all my money.
Made $200 a night,
dancing in the club,
work, tips, clients,
whatever else you want
to imagine.
Good night-- 500,
seven nights a week.
That means you've given them
about a quarter of
a million dollars.
Ha.
Is that what it comes to?
Yeah, that's assuming,
of course, that you had
very few good nights.
Don't count 'em.
Without compounding interest,
I'd say you're
a lousy businesswoman.
Yeah, well,
I flunked math.
Well, listen,
thanks again.
- What?
- Thanks again.
- Where you going?
- Back to civilization.
Ah, come to Mama,
come to Mama, come to Mama.
Yes, yes, yes,
come on, come on.
Bingo.
Okay, okay,
now, let's see.
Wires, wires.
Come here, come here!
- Come on,
can you move any slower?
- Hey!
What the fuck are you
doing with my car?
- What do you want now?
- Bags-- please help me.
- Please!
- Man: Get outta the car!
Give me my jacket!
Come on, move your ass!
What are you two
doing with my car?!
- Let's go.
- Get out of there!
Get out!
Come back here
with that car!
That was my landlord.
Damn it, he's still got
my $500 deposit
- and a month's security.
- You've got his car.
Don't worry about it.
He'll get it back.
He's ripped me off
so many times, the creep.
He and everybody else.
A lot of men.
Maybe it's the business
you're in.
Maybe.
Maybe you'd like to be
the one to save me.
Looks like I'm the one
who needs to be saved.
Just drop me off
over here, okay?
Bambi:
What's the matter?
You scared of me?
You're scared of me,
are you?
Shouldn't I be?
- You are so weird.
- Me?
You're the one
that's wearing sunglasses
in the middle of the night.
Is that what's bothering you?
The fact that I'm
wearing sunglasses?
It happens to make
the world look better.
Do you mind?
Does it offend you?
You like music?
I don't care.
Bambi:
I love music.
Ha. Makes me happy.
Mmm.
And you are not
a happy man.
John:
You're the expert.
What's the matter?
I'm not smart enough for you?
Is that it?
Maybe you're right.
But I have fucked
some of the best minds
in this town.
And just maybe it has rubbed off
on me-- just maybe.
Maybe this is the closest
that you have come
to knowing what
a Nobel Prize scientist
says just before he comes.
I only sell my body.
What do you sell?
I don't sell anything.
Are you sure you don't sell
a little bit of your soul?
- Shut up.
- No.
I touched a nerve.
Good.
Good, it shows
that you're human. Good.
You know, you have
so much style.
It comes with the territory.
It's priceless.
You couldn't afford me,
mister.
Hmm, I wouldn't touch you
if you paid me, bimbo.
My name is Bambi.
Whatever.
Just stop the car.
Fuck.
Look, I picked you up
from the gutter,
I took you into my home,
I gave you warmth,
I protected you like a child,
I opened my heart to you.
You even said
you liked me, all right?
Now you're dumping on me.
This is why I don't trust men!
Do you understand?
This is why I don't trust men.
Now get out of my car!
Listen, um...
everything you said
about me is--
is true.
I'm sorry about all of this.
Good night.
I need your help!
What for?
To pick up my daughter
and get her things.
- At 2:00 A.M.?
- Yeah.
We gotta leave town
first thing in the morning
and these people are gonna be
coming after me.
You're crazy.
I'm not crazy,
I just can't do it alone.
Where is she?
At my mother's--
Jamaica.
Jamaica?
I just thought I'd ask.
The way you asked me
for some water.
Mother, you're up.
- They took her!
- Who?
How should I know?
These men you're whoring for!
Karen?
Did you call the police?
They said they'd kill her
if I called anybody.
I called you.
You weren't home.
Who are you?
Why didn't you
look after her a little?
She can't take care
of herself.
What are you doing?
I thought you needed
my help.
I don't need your help
and you can't help me.
Now come on,
get out.
Wait, wait,
what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna do whatever
I have to do.
Please, just move.
Listen, I have no money.
Compliments of Earl.
No.
Why?
What's the matter with you?
Why are we wasting our time
arguing?
Okay, suit yourself.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
John: What the hell
are you doing?
Slow down
and calm down, all right?
- Could you just do that?
- I can't calm down.
It's my baby.
She is eight years old.
She probably feels
very abandoned and desperate.
Do you understand that?
All right, let's go.
No, you can't go in there
with me.
Look, hold this.
If I'm not down in 10 minutes,
call the cops.
Come on, it's Bambi!
Open the door.
Come on, it's Bambi!
Yeah?
Uh, I'm looking for Bambi.
- Who are you?
- I'm a friend of hers.
What do you want?
To come in.
Wait here.
Step inside.
Hands on the wall.
Come with me.
♪ Mean streak
♪ You got a mean streak...
Hey, you got a bill?
I'll take you to heaven.
Already been there.
Hey.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
- You really want to quit me.
Is that it?
- Mm-hmm.
This a friend of yours,
Bambi?
No.
Well, that's what he says.
I found him lying
in the street.
Who is he?
I don't know.
Didn't I tell you
never to bring a stranger
to this place?
- John: She had no choice.
- Shut up!
Well, well, well,
well, well.
So you brought yourself
a friend, huh?
I didn't bring him.
He's been clinging on to me
all night like a leech.
Go shut the door.
Where's your daughter?
I don't know.
No!
So that's your type?
An elegant gentleman, eh?
A pussy?
A faggot?
He's not a faggot.
You're really dragging my ass
up a wall, you know that, woman?
You know it? Eh?
Where is my daughter?
Oh, God.
She wants to know
where her daughter is.
- I don't even hear a "please."
- Please.
You know I saved
this bitch's life
after her husband got killed.
She had nothing--
nothing at all.
I got her a job.
I got her off her feet
and on her back.
And how does she thank me?
She comes in and tells me
she's quitting.
You know what?
It's gonna cost me money.
Who's gonna make it up to me?
You?
- I'll pay you back.
- How?
I'll get a job.
She'll get a job!
Doing what?
A secretary?
A waitress, maybe? Huh?
I'm gonna work hard.
I can work hard.
Oh, yeah?
Well, let's see
just how hard you can work,
- Bambi legs! Huh? Huh?
- Oh!
You'll get you a job, huh?
Huh?!
Here, men.
Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, this is what you like.
- I want my daughter!
- I-- give me Karen!
- Take it off.
Take it off, Bambi.
This is what you really love.
- Ah! Give me my daughter!
- This is what you really love.
- Please!
- Yeah, this is what
you love, eh?
This is what it's about,
huh, Bambi?
- I want my daughter!
- Yeah, baby!
- No!
- Quit on me, bitch, huh?
Quit on me, will you?!
Yeah!
Well, this is your job.
This is what you're about.
This is your work.
You want to work hard?
I'll show you how
to work hard.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
Well, well, well,
well, well.
Man's not a zombie
after all, huh?
You got something
to say, mister?
- This guy's got guts.
- Bambi: My daughter.
He deserves
special treatment.
You're a worthless pimp
and pusher.
- You're nothing.
- No, no, no, no, no.
My friend, no.
No, I'm a businessman.
I sell people exactly
what they want and nothing else.
And I always
tell the truth,
even when I'm gonna
kill someone.
You took a big chance
coming in here, mister.
So what?
You like laying your life
on the line, don't you, dude?
I'm a gambler.
What kind of gambling
you do?
Anything, as long
as the stakes are high enough.
Oh, really?
What are you, a cop?
No.
Then how do you
make your living?
I already told you.
I'm a gambler.
Woman:
He's a cop.
He's a gambler.
I like that. I like that--
a gambler.
Well, how much you got
on you, Mr. Gambler?
2,000 bucks.
That's not a lot
for a fancy gambler like you.
How much is it
for a pimp like you?
Well,
it's not a lot either.
Except isn't your two grand
my two grand?
Earl got himself
whupped by a pussy.
Ain't that something?
It's her money.
I'm holding it for her.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
my man.
You don't understand
the way things are.
She makes the bread,
but I own it.
So give it over.
- I'm gonna waste him, Slim.
- Waste him?
Waste him?
No, I like this dude.
No, he's a gambler
like me.
Besides, we share
the same woman, don't we?
No, this man
deserves a break.
So you say you got
two grand on you, huh?
Okay.
I wanna give you
a bet.
Six-to-one odds
in your favor.
If you win,
you double your money.
If you lose,
you die.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it.
Let's see the money.
Well, give it here.
She'll hold it.
Sure, why not?
We're gonna get out of here
with Karen
and with the money.
No.
The only way
we'll ever get out of here
is if you've got a gun
on him.
You forgot something.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
Your money.
Count it.
I trust you.
Everything okay?
So far.
No.
Oh, no, chump.
You don't get to hold the gun.
Just in case.
Veronica.
I mean,
if you're gonna die,
you might as well
die at the hands of
a beautiful woman, that right?
Is that good with you?
I'll enjoy blowing
this fucker away.
Well, let's play.
Bambi:
No.
Do you want a cigarette?
I don't smoke.
I love this dude.
He even watches
his health, huh?
Men:
Oh, dang. Aw!
You're a lucky man, cop.
Who are you, mister?
I'm a man with $4,000.
What do you say?
Double or nothing?
This freak's a flake.
Now you got a death wish,
mister.
Maybe.
Why don't we just
blow him away?!
Yeah, why not?
What do you do, huh?
I'm a speculator.
I make money playing
against the odds.
What are we waiting for,
pimp?
Do it!
- Oh!
- Men: Dang it.
- He's a fruitcake.
- Shit.
Man, you're crazy.
Ready again?
$8,000, double or nothing.
What do you say?
No! Stop this!
I want you
to pick up the money
and I want you to be quiet.
You understand?
Pick up the money
and be quiet.
Okay? Good.
All right.
All right.
What do you say
we go all the way
this time?
Hmm?
One last deal.
$8,000 against the girl.
What do you say?
Ha.
Against the girl?
That's right.
If I lose,
you get the money.
All of it.
If I win,
you let both of them go.
The money against the girl,
huh?
That's right.
Okay, you got yourself
a deal.
- Oh, man.
- Bring her here.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, you're not going to bring
an eight-year-old girl in here
to see your brains
splattered all over
the wall, now, are you?
Let her wait outside
with her mother.
Oh, no, that's not part
of the deal, my friend.
You have me,
you have the money.
What are you afraid of?
I'm scared of nothing.
Bring the girl down here.
- Karen!
- Mommy!
- Oh, look what we got here!
- Let her go!
Oh, now, look at
this little thing, huh?
You got a kiss
for Uncle Slim, huh?
Come on, give me a kiss.
Mommy!
Oh, honey.
Oh, love, it's gonna be okay.
Get them the hell
out of here.
I believe we got a bet.
What is your name, anyway?
John.
Ah. What kind of a speculator
are you, really, mister? Hmm?
I play the market.
You mean Wall Street?
Of course.
I should have known.
Money, power, sex.
That's what it's all about,
isn't it, huh?
I really don't know.
Where you from, John?
Danbury, Connecticut?
Westport?
Princeton?
You take a guy like me,
see, at 19 years old,
sticks up a lousy liquor store
for a stinking $24,
and they lay 10 years
on him in a maximum security
penitentiary.
And then there's
a guy like you,
rips people off
for hundreds of millions
of dollars,
and if he's unlucky enough
to get caught,
they send him
up to one of them
Pennsylvania country clubs
where he can watch color TV
and cook gourmet food.
I guess life is unfair, huh?
Some of us
just get unlucky, huh?
Veronica?
Do it.
Man.
I'm walking away
right now.
You'll never get away
with her, partner.
To me, she's a woman.
For you,
she'll always be a whore.
Wait, wait, wait.
Let him go, let him go.
Go, go!
John:
Listen, um...
why don't we just stop
for a few minutes?
You okay?
Yeah.
Here.
Put this on.
Ha.
Oh.
You might catch a cold.
- Cold.
- Yes.
Okay.
You must think
I'm dirt.
No.
All the men.
Those kind of men.
Doesn't matter.
I feel like dirt.
It's over.
I just wanted
to tell you something.
Nobody ever...
stood up for me
the way you did last night.
You--
you risked your life
for me.
You know sometimes I--
I wonder what
we're all doing here.
I look at my life
from a distance
and it seems like
we're all ants
going around in circles
on the sand.
And someone could just
come along
and just stamp you out.
Last night I felt like that.
It's all right.
By the way,
what is your name?
My real name?
Melanie Rose.
Melanie Rose?
Hmm.
That's a real pretty name.
Hmm.
I like that.
No! No!
Bambi: Ah! Ah!
Tell me you're okay.
Slim:
I should have never
let you go.
Well, well, well,
it's just me and you now.
Huh, partner?
Huh? Let's see
how lucky you are now.
Go get her.
We're going back.
Funny, huh?
How most women
will betray you, huh, John?
When you need them
the most.
- Go get her, Bambi.
- No.
- Go get her, God damn it!
- It's over between us.
- Don't you understand?
- It's never over. Never!
What do you want
to shoot him for? Shoot me.
- You're such
a big man. Shoot me.
- Mommy, I'm scared!
No, come on, go ahead!
Shoot me!
Come on, you're a man!
Shoot me if it makes you
so happy!
Happy?
Happy?
Shit.
Mmm.
Ha.
Where am I?
Brooklyn.
Brooklyn?
Private place.
Nobody knows we're here.
You just had surgery.
Took a slug out of you.
How you feel?
Where's Karen?
Other room.
What day is it?
Mmm.
Monday.
6:00 A.M.
Monday?
You've been kind of out of it
for 48 hours.
Monday.
- Did you deposit the money?
- Nope.
How--
The banks are closed.
You can deposit money
anytime.
I don't have the money
anymore.
What happened?
I spent it all.
On what?
On your surgery.
On this place.
These people
risk a lot.
They could lose
their practice.
- Hey.
- What?
I'm gonna get you
something to eat.
Come here a minute.
What?
Come here.
Was I asleep all night?
Out like a log.
Where were you?
I was here.
Where?
Sitting in this chair.
Huh.
I must have been dreaming.
What?
I must have been dreaming
someone was lying next to me
all night long.
In the dream...
she had her arms
all around me.
What'd she look like?
She had long blonde hair,
legs like a deer.
And her body was warm.
Bambi:
I was cold.
John:
She had beautiful, sad eyes.
That's so sad.
Are you still cold?
No.
Come here.
Well...
This is good-bye.
I have to go.
I don't have to go.
I do.
John?
Yes?
Is that really your name?
John?
Yes.
I like it.
John.
Am I ever gonna
see you again?
Guess not.
What's the matter?
I'm not the knight
in shining armor you think I am.
Yes, you are.
You take care of yourself,
okay?
You too.
I've been meaning
to ask you something.
What?
What were you doing
in Times Square?
I was looking
for a hooker.
50 bucks for 20 minutes.
No questions.
Well, you found one.
No.
That's not what I found.
Thank you for saving my kid
and getting her back to me.
Hi.
You sleep good?
Where's John?
John went home.
- When's he coming back?
- He isn't.
He left his coat.
Wait a minute.
There's something in the pocket.
Give it to me, sweetheart.
Jill, I'm running late.
Anything I should know?
Harvey,
how many P&C we got left?
Harvey:
100,000.
All right, sell 'em all.
Jack, what's Prudent
trading at?
Jack:
7 1/4.
All right, hold on to 'em.
Betty?
Betty, how we doing
over at Pep Co?
Harvey, Jack.
Everybody on Spectra,
Nutra, MNSP--
I want you to sell
everything we've got.
Sell everything we've got.
- Want something to eat?
- No, no.
- Betty, talk to me.
What's going on?
- We're getting fucked here.
The market keeps dropping.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to sell
everything we've got. Got it?
Sell everything we've got.
Mommy, tell me a story.
I told you
all the stories I know, Karen.
Man:
Market's closed.
Well, how'd we do?
We made a killing on Sunrise.
Risky but profitable.
We're in the business
of taking risks.
That's why we're in the game.
Woman:
Who is it?!
John.
Shit.
Who?
John.
Uh, I'm looking for the woman
who used to live here,
Melanie.
I don't know any Melanie.
Bambi. Bambi!
Her name is Bambi.
Bambi doesn't live here
anymore.
There are no pictures
in this magazine.
There aren't supposed to be.
It's a business magazine.
- Yuck.
- Don't say that word.
We are having dinner,
young lady.
What are we having?
Well, it is the specialty
of the house.
I have been working
six hours on it.
Then why is it burnt?
Oh, Karen.
Oh, Karen.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh!
- Mom, look!
- What?
- It's him!
- Oh.
I'm having a crisis.
Who?
Mom, it's him.
Listen, kid,
I'm sorry,
but this is all
you're getting for dinner.
Mom!
Oh, my God.
Wow.
John:
Hello?
Hi.
How are you?
Well...
I'm fine.
How are you?
Very well.
So...
Listen, why don't we--
how about dinner?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Um, how about Tuesday,
7:30?
You got it.
I know a nice little place.
Well, another day,
another million.
You still here?
I thought you had
a dinner date.
I'm still here.
Huh.
- You should get married, John.
- Mmm.
It'd give you a reason
to get out of here at night,
someone to cuddle up to,
to discuss property settlement
and alimony with.
Hmm.
Who would marry me?
Who wouldn't?
What's the matter, John?
What happened?
John:
I blew it.
Radical!
You blew what?
I thought I had
more courage.
You have a lot of courage.
Are you kidding?
Who else would gamble
$20 million of their own money
in one day?
No, no, no,
not where it counts.
If you want my input
on this,
you're going to have to
tell me what the hell
you're talking about.
Right.
This person,
someone I met recently...
The dinner date?
Right.
Well, this person...
I don't really know
much about.
And is this person
a businessperson or is it--
It's a woman.
Well, that's a step
in the right direction.
I don't know.
She's not the kind of woman
I should be seen with.
Why not?
Does she work for
a competing firm?
She comes from
another planet.
Worked for E.T.!
A wonderful,
strange character.
She gets thrown from cars
without her clothes on.
What are her good points?
Those are her good points.
Bambi!
Bambi with the long,
lovely legs.
How you--
Where you going?
Hey, babe.
Hello, Mother.
It's Melanie.
Melanie?
Melanie, your daughter--
Melanie.
Well, what did you do
to yourself?
Can I come in?
Yeah.
How you feeling, Mother?
Tired, as always.
I brought you some money.
Ha. That kind of money
I don't want.
It's not that kind of money.
I'm through
with all of that, Mother,
for good.
I wish
I could believe that.
Well, ha...
It's true.
I'm--
I'm taking Karen
to California.
At last
I feel ready
to take care of her.
California?
Yeah.
It seems like a good place
to get a fresh start.
So far away.
Yeah.
I think it'll do us good.
Mother?
Please look at me.
I am well aware
that I have not been
what you've wanted me to be.
But I'm trying to change.
I really am.
What do you think?
I wish that I knew how
to work it out between us.
I wish I knew how
to make you proud of me.
Bambi:
I'd like to see
Mr. Stratton, please.
- Woman:
Do you have an appointment?
- No.
Mr. Stratton
doesn't see anybody
without an appointment.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Tell him Melanie's here.
Pardon me?
Melanie Rose.
I'm here to see him.
No, I'm afraid
that's impossible.
Mr. Stratton is very busy.
Can somebody else help you?
No.
Is there a telephone number
you'd like to leave?
No, no number.
Hello, Stratton Inc.
Can I help you?
Man:
John, what should I do
about Sun Co--
John?
What?
Sun Co-- it's down...
...and it's still
going south.
Mm-hmm.
We're stuck with
half a million shares, John.
What do you want me to do?
Woman: The market is collapsing, John!
The blue chips
are getting killed.
You've got to do something!
Are you there?
Yes.
- I'm going to sell.
- No, wait.
John, come on,
we gotta move, man!
The Dow is down over 60.
We've dropped $9 million
in the past three hours.
- Maybe more.
- We're losing our pants.
It's a fucking nightmare.
Well, come on, John!
You gotta decide.
We can just sit
and do nothing.
Bambi.
You stood me up.
I couldn't make it.
Oh, you two know each other.
Anyway, I just came here
to make sure that you could
get this.
And now if you'll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.
Jill:
Is that the girl
who gets thrown out of cars
- without her clothes on?
- Right.
I thought so.
She just went out
to the elevator.
John! What do you want to do
about the market?
Harvey, you've been
in the market longer
than I have.
I have complete confidence
in you.
You'll think of something.
Now's the time to buy.
Bambi!
Bambi!
- Bambi.
- My name is Melanie.
Wait.
What do you want?
I want to help you.
You want to help me?
How?
Look, you need money.
What for?
To live. For you, for Karen,
for her education.
I can get a job in California.
I've always taken care
of myself.
- Can I go now?
- California?
Melanie, look!
I don't want your money,
all right?
What do you want?
What I want, you don't have.
What is it?
It doesn't make
any difference now.
You're smart,
you're tough,
you're a beautiful woman.
There's nothing in this world
that you can't have.
We'll find out.
- Melanie.
- What?
You just can't walk away
like this.
Why can't I?
You walked away from me.
You never left an address,
a phone number.
You never even
told me your name.
You never called me.
I called you.
You made a date with me,
you stood me up.
Why can't I walk away
from you?!
Because I need you.
Why?
I don't know why.
You wear oversized sunglasses,
you wear a tight orange dress,
you have a totally screwed-up
sense of reality.
That's not enough.
I love you.
You love me?
Really?
- Yes.
- Are you positive?
You love me?
Me?
Ah!
We have to make love
right now.
- Now?
- Right now!
Everyone's got to get screwed
on Wall Street sooner or later.
- Will you marry me?!
- I will.
- Can we have babies?
- Yes.
- We'll live in New Jersey.
- Okay, if you want to.
Ah! Oh!
Oh, I love you, I love you!
Oh!
Oh, let's make love!
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through lonely city streets
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through cold
and rainy streets ♪
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ I'll give you hot chocolate
and brandy ♪
♪ Share old jokes
and diet candy ♪
♪ And then take out
♪ The dreamy
blue sheets ♪
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ And tomorrow when we wake
♪ After croissants
and coffee ♪
♪ We'll go jogging
round the lake ♪
♪ Sunrise in Manhattan
♪ Comes up real slow
♪ Through hazy sun,
skyline windows glow ♪
♪ And outside
our morning windows ♪
♪ Will be
♪ Brand-new seasons
♪ For you and me
♪ So take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through steamy summer heat
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ I'll give you brownies
and lemonade ♪
♪ Beaches and babies
♪ Sunshine and shade
♪ I'll run to you forever
♪ Whenever we meet
♪ All this and much more
♪ I promise
will come round right ♪
♪ If you take me home
♪ If you take me
home tonight ♪
♪ Take me home
♪ Tonight
♪ All this and much more
♪ I promise will
come round right ♪
♪ If you take me home
♪ If you take me home
♪ Tonight
♪ Take me home
♪ Tonight.
- What?
Tell me a story.
I already told you
all the stories I know,
Karen.
Can you read to me
from this book?
Okay.
"Lady Lydia Ashley
woke up one morning
and the bright sun
was stroking her golden hair.
It was a glorious day,
but her heart was heavy
because she had
no one to love.
She had no one
to talk to in the morning,
- in the night--"
- Mommy?
When can I come
and live with you?
Soon.
As soon as I get my money
together, Karen.
Are you ever gonna
get married again?
Maybe I haven't
met the right guy yet.
Man:
Right on!
Bob Dylan:
♪ I had a pony
♪ Her name
was Lucifer ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ Oooh, how much longer?
Dylan:
♪ I had a pony
♪ Her name was Lucifer
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Man:
Shake it like
you got it, baby!
20 bucks!
♪ She broke her leg
and needed shooting ♪
♪ I swear it hurt me more than it could have hurted her ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Sometimes I wonder
♪ What's going on
with Miss X ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Sometimes I wonder
♪ What's going on
with Miss X ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ She's got such
a sweet disposition ♪
♪ I never know
what the poor girl's
gonna do to me next ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ I got a new pony...
Man:
Go, go, go, go!
Dylan:
♪ She knows how to fox-trot,
lope and pace ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Well, I got a new pony...
Man:
Go, go, go, go, go!
♪ She knows how to fox-trot,
lope and lace ♪
- ♪ How much longer?
- Go, go, go, go!
Man:
Come on, shake it!
Dylan:
♪ She got great big
hind legs ♪
♪ Long black shaggy hair
hanging in her face ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Man:
You look sorta like my mom!
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Everybody says
you're using voodoo... ♪
Man:
Take it off!
♪ I seen your feet
walk by themselves ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Well, everybody says
you're using voodoo ♪
♪ I've seen your feet
walk by themselves ♪
Women:
♪ How much, how much,
how much longer? ♪
Dylan:
♪ Oh, baby,
that God you been prayin' to ♪
♪ Gonna give you back
what you're wishing
on someone else ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
- Man: All right!
- ♪ How much longer?
Dylan:
♪ Come over here, pony...
You got it.
♪ Come over here, pony
♪ I wanna climb up
one time on you ♪
Women:
♪ How much longer?
Men:
Come on, come on!
More!
Come on! 20 bucks!
Take everything.
- Man: Everything?
- Yes.
It's over 800,000 shares.
- It's bottomed out. Take it.
- John, you can't do this.
The stock keeps going down
the way it's been going down,
we're gonna get
a margin call tomorrow
we won't be able to meet.
Buy some more.
I don't want it to drop
another eighth.
I want you to support that stock
and I will worry about tomorrow.
You're crazy.
I thought you went home.
No, I'm here.
We had a good day--
very good.
Texan went up
three points.
We sold 200,000.
Are you listening to me?
Cheryl and I
are splitting up.
I know, Bob.
This has been going on
for a month.
The woman wants to be free,
wants to fuck around.
Fuck her.
I'm gonna be free myself.
You gotta snap out of this.
Things like this happen.
How would you know?
You want to know
what really happened?
A month ago...
I couldn't find some
of the papers
I'd been working on
over the weekend,
so at lunchtime,
I went home unexpectedly.
Want to hear the rest?
Do you want to tell me?
Don't worry.
This is where it gets good.
It was the maid's day off.
So I came home
and I went in the door
and there was Cheryl
performing fellatio
on some 20-year-old kid
right there
on the living room sofa.
I'm sorry.
Remember when we were kids
out in Great Neck
hustling our asses
to make a few bucks?
Yeah.
I knew what life
was all about then.
It was about
beating the system.
And dreams.
What do we dream about now?
Bobby,
don't drink any more.
To you--
a great money machine,
without whom I would never have
all I have today.
What do I have, Johnny?
You don't get it, do you?
It's not about money.
What are we doing here?
We're on the cutting edge.
We're the ones who
take the chances.
Right.
To capitalism--
greatest system in the world.
The system in which somehow
only a real scumbag
makes it all the way
to the top.
All of this
because your wife
was going down
on some 20-year-old kid?
You low-life
son of a bitch.
No, don't--
leave me alone! Shit.
Man:
Get out, bitch!
- Ow, ow!
- You're over the hill.
Jerk.
Give me my shoes.
Give me my eyeglasses.
This is the last time,
you hear me?
The last time.
That's it! That's it!
I'll see you Monday.
♪ In death, you face life
with a child and a wife ♪
♪ Who sleepwalks through
your dreams into walls ♪
♪ You're a soldier of mercy and you're cold and you curse ♪
♪ "He who cannot
be trusted must fall" ♪
♪ Loneliness
♪ Tenderness
♪ High society
♪ Notoriety
♪ You fight for the throne
and you travel alone ♪
♪ Unknown as you
slowly sink ♪
Women:
♪ Slowly sink
♪ And there's
no time to think ♪
♪ In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity ♪
♪ In secret
for pieces of change ♪
♪ The empress attracts you,
but oppression distracts you ♪
♪ And it makes you feel
violent and strange ♪
♪ Memory...
Hey, you dead?
They already took the money.
God, you scared me.
Sorry.
I was just looking
for an ID.
What are you doing here?
I got mugged.
I'll call an ambulance.
- No.
- Why, the police after you?
No, no, I just don't want
to go to a hospital.
Why not?
Looks like you could use it.
Can I have
a glass of water?
Who are you?
Just someone who needs
a bit of help.
Well, I gotta go.
All I run into lately
is weirdos.
I'm not a weirdo, Christ!
Christ, I'm not a weirdo!
Doesn't anybody care
about anybody anymore?!
Christ.
Ah.
You just gonna lay there?
I'm gonna call the cops.
No, don't.
Please.
Look, I live
in this building, see?
I don't want any bodies
on my front doorstep.
A glass of water,
wash my face.
That's all I want.
Why don't you want me
to call the cops?
I just want to go home
quietly.
So be quiet
and go home.
Look, while we've
been talking here,
I could have gone up
to your apartment,
I could have had
a drink of water.
I'll only take
five minutes of your time.
I'll-- I'll even pay you.
With what?
A check.
They left my checkbook.
Don't take checks.
- That's a mistake.
- In this neighborhood?
All right, just let me
lie here and die in peace.
I want you to know
I never let anybody
come up here.
Well, it's not
very fancy,
but welcome
to my little sanctuary.
Nice place.
Thank you.
I don't have much time
to fix it up.
Here.
Thank you.
Can I have some more?
Sure.
Thank you.
Your daughter?
Oh, yeah.
That's Karen.
She's eight.
She's got my eyes
and her father's hair.
She's pretty.
Thank you.
Smart too.
Look,
the bathroom's in here.
You can wash up
and I'll get you a towel
to wash up with.
Here.
Thanks.
So you all right?
Thanks for taking me in.
It's okay.
You're a kind person.
How would you know?
You're helping me out.
May not mean I'm so kind.
It probably means I'm stupid.
No. No, it shows that
you've got good instincts
about people.
But I don't.
I have terrible instincts
about people.
I always pick the wrong ones.
What do you do?
I-- I'm...
between jobs.
Ah?
What kind of jobs?
Modeling mostly,
but I'm thinking of getting
into something more serious now.
Like what?
Real estate.
Or interior design.
You?
Me?
Ahem, I'm a businessman.
Hard times?
No. No, not at all.
I just-- I had a long,
miserable day.
I-- I couldn't sleep
and I took a walk.
These guys jumped me.
I used to be
so sure of everything.
Now I don't know.
You divorced?
I was married once.
It's a sad story.
Karen wasn't even--
why am I telling you this?
I said five minutes.
I'm telling you my life story.
It's all right, it's all right.
I was just curious.
Okay.
I was 26 years old.
His name was Bobby.
He was Italian.
And we were both waiting
on tables in Greenwich Village.
And I was initially
attracted to him
because he was the only waiter
in the restaurant
who wasn't gay.
And...
he was the only man
who ever proposed to me.
You don't have to
tell me this.
Hmm.
So one night we went
to a party in Long Island
and we drank too much.
And I was thinking
that we shouldn't be
drinking and driving
at the same time
because my father
was an alcoholic
and that's the way
he died.
And sure enough,
the next thing you know,
I'm lying on this stretcher
in the elevator
at St. Vincent's,
and my mother's looking
down at me and she's saying,
"Everything always
happens to you."
Bobby died like that.
Windshield punctured
his lung.
So...
how about you?
Nothing like that
ever happened to me.
Do you want
some more water?
Listen, you don't have
any coffee, do you?
Coffee.
Coffee?
Yeah, any kind.
Nope.
Tea?
Here.
Don't you have a family?
No.
No wife?
No.
- Well, you must have friends.
- Sure.
That's important.
Everybody should
have somebody.
I guess my five minutes
are up.
What's so funny?
I have known a lot
of married men,
but you
are definitely single.
How'd you know?
Something's sticking out.
Really?
I hadn't noticed.
Here.
Well, let's just clean
your collar up a little bit
and we'll have you looking
good as new.
I like you.
You're pretty.
You think I'm pretty?
This is crazy.
It is for me.
I mean
this is really crazy.
Man:
Bambi, open up!
I said open up, bitch!
No.
Ah!
I've been looking
all over for you, Bambi.
So you found me.
Now what?
So where
is the fucking money?
There is no money.
Look, I was beaten up.
The guy had a gun.
He almost killed me--
- You're lying!
- I am not lying!
- And I'm gonna get another job.
- Oh, yeah?
Yes, I am getting
a regular job.
- Is that right?
- That's right,
I'm through with this.
Oh, Slim's gonna
love this shit.
Well, I don't care.
I tell you what,
Bambi--
I've always liked you,
so I'm gonna be
real nice to you.
And I'm gonna give you
one more chance.
Okay?
Ow!
No! Don't do that!
Oh!
Am I getting through
to you, slut?
You're getting through
to me!
Why don't you
leave her alone?
- Who the fuck is this?
- Nobody.
Nobody?
He just came here
for some water, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Who the fuck are you, Jack?
- It's really irrelevant.
- Is it?
You been with my bitch, man.
And you ain't
going no-fucking-where
till you give me my money.
Leave him alone.
He's not a trick.
Well, if he ain't a trick,
what is he? Your father?
- I'm waiting, my man.
- I haven't got any money.
I already
got mugged tonight.
Hey, if he ain't got
no fucking money,
what is he doing
in here, huh?
I told you,
I don't know.
Look, the two of you got
some very important things
to discuss.
I gotta--
Will you leave him alone?!
Ah!
Who the fuck is he?
How many times do I
have to tell you? I don't know!
- He came here for some water.
- Bitch.
You touch me one more time
and I will kill you!
Do you understand me?
Get his gun.
It's in the jacket!
Okay, Earl, you take
the money belt off now!
You're fucking dead.
How many times have you
told me that? Take it off now!
Drop it on the floor!
Hurry up!
Drop it!
Now!
Get out of here!
You're dead, bitch.
Now!
You're fucking dead.
Now!
Ah!
Probably gonna come here
and kill me.
I wouldn't doubt it.
2,000.
It's chicken feed
to what they've taken from me.
I worked for those guys
for three years.
Gave 'em all my money.
Made $200 a night,
dancing in the club,
work, tips, clients,
whatever else you want
to imagine.
Good night-- 500,
seven nights a week.
That means you've given them
about a quarter of
a million dollars.
Ha.
Is that what it comes to?
Yeah, that's assuming,
of course, that you had
very few good nights.
Don't count 'em.
Without compounding interest,
I'd say you're
a lousy businesswoman.
Yeah, well,
I flunked math.
Well, listen,
thanks again.
- What?
- Thanks again.
- Where you going?
- Back to civilization.
Ah, come to Mama,
come to Mama, come to Mama.
Yes, yes, yes,
come on, come on.
Bingo.
Okay, okay,
now, let's see.
Wires, wires.
Come here, come here!
- Come on,
can you move any slower?
- Hey!
What the fuck are you
doing with my car?
- What do you want now?
- Bags-- please help me.
- Please!
- Man: Get outta the car!
Give me my jacket!
Come on, move your ass!
What are you two
doing with my car?!
- Let's go.
- Get out of there!
Get out!
Come back here
with that car!
That was my landlord.
Damn it, he's still got
my $500 deposit
- and a month's security.
- You've got his car.
Don't worry about it.
He'll get it back.
He's ripped me off
so many times, the creep.
He and everybody else.
A lot of men.
Maybe it's the business
you're in.
Maybe.
Maybe you'd like to be
the one to save me.
Looks like I'm the one
who needs to be saved.
Just drop me off
over here, okay?
Bambi:
What's the matter?
You scared of me?
You're scared of me,
are you?
Shouldn't I be?
- You are so weird.
- Me?
You're the one
that's wearing sunglasses
in the middle of the night.
Is that what's bothering you?
The fact that I'm
wearing sunglasses?
It happens to make
the world look better.
Do you mind?
Does it offend you?
You like music?
I don't care.
Bambi:
I love music.
Ha. Makes me happy.
Mmm.
And you are not
a happy man.
John:
You're the expert.
What's the matter?
I'm not smart enough for you?
Is that it?
Maybe you're right.
But I have fucked
some of the best minds
in this town.
And just maybe it has rubbed off
on me-- just maybe.
Maybe this is the closest
that you have come
to knowing what
a Nobel Prize scientist
says just before he comes.
I only sell my body.
What do you sell?
I don't sell anything.
Are you sure you don't sell
a little bit of your soul?
- Shut up.
- No.
I touched a nerve.
Good.
Good, it shows
that you're human. Good.
You know, you have
so much style.
It comes with the territory.
It's priceless.
You couldn't afford me,
mister.
Hmm, I wouldn't touch you
if you paid me, bimbo.
My name is Bambi.
Whatever.
Just stop the car.
Fuck.
Look, I picked you up
from the gutter,
I took you into my home,
I gave you warmth,
I protected you like a child,
I opened my heart to you.
You even said
you liked me, all right?
Now you're dumping on me.
This is why I don't trust men!
Do you understand?
This is why I don't trust men.
Now get out of my car!
Listen, um...
everything you said
about me is--
is true.
I'm sorry about all of this.
Good night.
I need your help!
What for?
To pick up my daughter
and get her things.
- At 2:00 A.M.?
- Yeah.
We gotta leave town
first thing in the morning
and these people are gonna be
coming after me.
You're crazy.
I'm not crazy,
I just can't do it alone.
Where is she?
At my mother's--
Jamaica.
Jamaica?
I just thought I'd ask.
The way you asked me
for some water.
Mother, you're up.
- They took her!
- Who?
How should I know?
These men you're whoring for!
Karen?
Did you call the police?
They said they'd kill her
if I called anybody.
I called you.
You weren't home.
Who are you?
Why didn't you
look after her a little?
She can't take care
of herself.
What are you doing?
I thought you needed
my help.
I don't need your help
and you can't help me.
Now come on,
get out.
Wait, wait,
what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna do whatever
I have to do.
Please, just move.
Listen, I have no money.
Compliments of Earl.
No.
Why?
What's the matter with you?
Why are we wasting our time
arguing?
Okay, suit yourself.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
John: What the hell
are you doing?
Slow down
and calm down, all right?
- Could you just do that?
- I can't calm down.
It's my baby.
She is eight years old.
She probably feels
very abandoned and desperate.
Do you understand that?
All right, let's go.
No, you can't go in there
with me.
Look, hold this.
If I'm not down in 10 minutes,
call the cops.
Come on, it's Bambi!
Open the door.
Come on, it's Bambi!
Yeah?
Uh, I'm looking for Bambi.
- Who are you?
- I'm a friend of hers.
What do you want?
To come in.
Wait here.
Step inside.
Hands on the wall.
Come with me.
♪ Mean streak
♪ You got a mean streak...
Hey, you got a bill?
I'll take you to heaven.
Already been there.
Hey.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
- You really want to quit me.
Is that it?
- Mm-hmm.
This a friend of yours,
Bambi?
No.
Well, that's what he says.
I found him lying
in the street.
Who is he?
I don't know.
Didn't I tell you
never to bring a stranger
to this place?
- John: She had no choice.
- Shut up!
Well, well, well,
well, well.
So you brought yourself
a friend, huh?
I didn't bring him.
He's been clinging on to me
all night like a leech.
Go shut the door.
Where's your daughter?
I don't know.
No!
So that's your type?
An elegant gentleman, eh?
A pussy?
A faggot?
He's not a faggot.
You're really dragging my ass
up a wall, you know that, woman?
You know it? Eh?
Where is my daughter?
Oh, God.
She wants to know
where her daughter is.
- I don't even hear a "please."
- Please.
You know I saved
this bitch's life
after her husband got killed.
She had nothing--
nothing at all.
I got her a job.
I got her off her feet
and on her back.
And how does she thank me?
She comes in and tells me
she's quitting.
You know what?
It's gonna cost me money.
Who's gonna make it up to me?
You?
- I'll pay you back.
- How?
I'll get a job.
She'll get a job!
Doing what?
A secretary?
A waitress, maybe? Huh?
I'm gonna work hard.
I can work hard.
Oh, yeah?
Well, let's see
just how hard you can work,
- Bambi legs! Huh? Huh?
- Oh!
You'll get you a job, huh?
Huh?!
Here, men.
Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, this is what you like.
- I want my daughter!
- I-- give me Karen!
- Take it off.
Take it off, Bambi.
This is what you really love.
- Ah! Give me my daughter!
- This is what you really love.
- Please!
- Yeah, this is what
you love, eh?
This is what it's about,
huh, Bambi?
- I want my daughter!
- Yeah, baby!
- No!
- Quit on me, bitch, huh?
Quit on me, will you?!
Yeah!
Well, this is your job.
This is what you're about.
This is your work.
You want to work hard?
I'll show you how
to work hard.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
Well, well, well,
well, well.
Man's not a zombie
after all, huh?
You got something
to say, mister?
- This guy's got guts.
- Bambi: My daughter.
He deserves
special treatment.
You're a worthless pimp
and pusher.
- You're nothing.
- No, no, no, no, no.
My friend, no.
No, I'm a businessman.
I sell people exactly
what they want and nothing else.
And I always
tell the truth,
even when I'm gonna
kill someone.
You took a big chance
coming in here, mister.
So what?
You like laying your life
on the line, don't you, dude?
I'm a gambler.
What kind of gambling
you do?
Anything, as long
as the stakes are high enough.
Oh, really?
What are you, a cop?
No.
Then how do you
make your living?
I already told you.
I'm a gambler.
Woman:
He's a cop.
He's a gambler.
I like that. I like that--
a gambler.
Well, how much you got
on you, Mr. Gambler?
2,000 bucks.
That's not a lot
for a fancy gambler like you.
How much is it
for a pimp like you?
Well,
it's not a lot either.
Except isn't your two grand
my two grand?
Earl got himself
whupped by a pussy.
Ain't that something?
It's her money.
I'm holding it for her.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
my man.
You don't understand
the way things are.
She makes the bread,
but I own it.
So give it over.
- I'm gonna waste him, Slim.
- Waste him?
Waste him?
No, I like this dude.
No, he's a gambler
like me.
Besides, we share
the same woman, don't we?
No, this man
deserves a break.
So you say you got
two grand on you, huh?
Okay.
I wanna give you
a bet.
Six-to-one odds
in your favor.
If you win,
you double your money.
If you lose,
you die.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it.
Let's see the money.
Well, give it here.
She'll hold it.
Sure, why not?
We're gonna get out of here
with Karen
and with the money.
No.
The only way
we'll ever get out of here
is if you've got a gun
on him.
You forgot something.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
Your money.
Count it.
I trust you.
Everything okay?
So far.
No.
Oh, no, chump.
You don't get to hold the gun.
Just in case.
Veronica.
I mean,
if you're gonna die,
you might as well
die at the hands of
a beautiful woman, that right?
Is that good with you?
I'll enjoy blowing
this fucker away.
Well, let's play.
Bambi:
No.
Do you want a cigarette?
I don't smoke.
I love this dude.
He even watches
his health, huh?
Men:
Oh, dang. Aw!
You're a lucky man, cop.
Who are you, mister?
I'm a man with $4,000.
What do you say?
Double or nothing?
This freak's a flake.
Now you got a death wish,
mister.
Maybe.
Why don't we just
blow him away?!
Yeah, why not?
What do you do, huh?
I'm a speculator.
I make money playing
against the odds.
What are we waiting for,
pimp?
Do it!
- Oh!
- Men: Dang it.
- He's a fruitcake.
- Shit.
Man, you're crazy.
Ready again?
$8,000, double or nothing.
What do you say?
No! Stop this!
I want you
to pick up the money
and I want you to be quiet.
You understand?
Pick up the money
and be quiet.
Okay? Good.
All right.
All right.
What do you say
we go all the way
this time?
Hmm?
One last deal.
$8,000 against the girl.
What do you say?
Ha.
Against the girl?
That's right.
If I lose,
you get the money.
All of it.
If I win,
you let both of them go.
The money against the girl,
huh?
That's right.
Okay, you got yourself
a deal.
- Oh, man.
- Bring her here.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, you're not going to bring
an eight-year-old girl in here
to see your brains
splattered all over
the wall, now, are you?
Let her wait outside
with her mother.
Oh, no, that's not part
of the deal, my friend.
You have me,
you have the money.
What are you afraid of?
I'm scared of nothing.
Bring the girl down here.
- Karen!
- Mommy!
- Oh, look what we got here!
- Let her go!
Oh, now, look at
this little thing, huh?
You got a kiss
for Uncle Slim, huh?
Come on, give me a kiss.
Mommy!
Oh, honey.
Oh, love, it's gonna be okay.
Get them the hell
out of here.
I believe we got a bet.
What is your name, anyway?
John.
Ah. What kind of a speculator
are you, really, mister? Hmm?
I play the market.
You mean Wall Street?
Of course.
I should have known.
Money, power, sex.
That's what it's all about,
isn't it, huh?
I really don't know.
Where you from, John?
Danbury, Connecticut?
Westport?
Princeton?
You take a guy like me,
see, at 19 years old,
sticks up a lousy liquor store
for a stinking $24,
and they lay 10 years
on him in a maximum security
penitentiary.
And then there's
a guy like you,
rips people off
for hundreds of millions
of dollars,
and if he's unlucky enough
to get caught,
they send him
up to one of them
Pennsylvania country clubs
where he can watch color TV
and cook gourmet food.
I guess life is unfair, huh?
Some of us
just get unlucky, huh?
Veronica?
Do it.
Man.
I'm walking away
right now.
You'll never get away
with her, partner.
To me, she's a woman.
For you,
she'll always be a whore.
Wait, wait, wait.
Let him go, let him go.
Go, go!
John:
Listen, um...
why don't we just stop
for a few minutes?
You okay?
Yeah.
Here.
Put this on.
Ha.
Oh.
You might catch a cold.
- Cold.
- Yes.
Okay.
You must think
I'm dirt.
No.
All the men.
Those kind of men.
Doesn't matter.
I feel like dirt.
It's over.
I just wanted
to tell you something.
Nobody ever...
stood up for me
the way you did last night.
You--
you risked your life
for me.
You know sometimes I--
I wonder what
we're all doing here.
I look at my life
from a distance
and it seems like
we're all ants
going around in circles
on the sand.
And someone could just
come along
and just stamp you out.
Last night I felt like that.
It's all right.
By the way,
what is your name?
My real name?
Melanie Rose.
Melanie Rose?
Hmm.
That's a real pretty name.
Hmm.
I like that.
No! No!
Bambi: Ah! Ah!
Tell me you're okay.
Slim:
I should have never
let you go.
Well, well, well,
it's just me and you now.
Huh, partner?
Huh? Let's see
how lucky you are now.
Go get her.
We're going back.
Funny, huh?
How most women
will betray you, huh, John?
When you need them
the most.
- Go get her, Bambi.
- No.
- Go get her, God damn it!
- It's over between us.
- Don't you understand?
- It's never over. Never!
What do you want
to shoot him for? Shoot me.
- You're such
a big man. Shoot me.
- Mommy, I'm scared!
No, come on, go ahead!
Shoot me!
Come on, you're a man!
Shoot me if it makes you
so happy!
Happy?
Happy?
Shit.
Mmm.
Ha.
Where am I?
Brooklyn.
Brooklyn?
Private place.
Nobody knows we're here.
You just had surgery.
Took a slug out of you.
How you feel?
Where's Karen?
Other room.
What day is it?
Mmm.
Monday.
6:00 A.M.
Monday?
You've been kind of out of it
for 48 hours.
Monday.
- Did you deposit the money?
- Nope.
How--
The banks are closed.
You can deposit money
anytime.
I don't have the money
anymore.
What happened?
I spent it all.
On what?
On your surgery.
On this place.
These people
risk a lot.
They could lose
their practice.
- Hey.
- What?
I'm gonna get you
something to eat.
Come here a minute.
What?
Come here.
Was I asleep all night?
Out like a log.
Where were you?
I was here.
Where?
Sitting in this chair.
Huh.
I must have been dreaming.
What?
I must have been dreaming
someone was lying next to me
all night long.
In the dream...
she had her arms
all around me.
What'd she look like?
She had long blonde hair,
legs like a deer.
And her body was warm.
Bambi:
I was cold.
John:
She had beautiful, sad eyes.
That's so sad.
Are you still cold?
No.
Come here.
Well...
This is good-bye.
I have to go.
I don't have to go.
I do.
John?
Yes?
Is that really your name?
John?
Yes.
I like it.
John.
Am I ever gonna
see you again?
Guess not.
What's the matter?
I'm not the knight
in shining armor you think I am.
Yes, you are.
You take care of yourself,
okay?
You too.
I've been meaning
to ask you something.
What?
What were you doing
in Times Square?
I was looking
for a hooker.
50 bucks for 20 minutes.
No questions.
Well, you found one.
No.
That's not what I found.
Thank you for saving my kid
and getting her back to me.
Hi.
You sleep good?
Where's John?
John went home.
- When's he coming back?
- He isn't.
He left his coat.
Wait a minute.
There's something in the pocket.
Give it to me, sweetheart.
Jill, I'm running late.
Anything I should know?
Harvey,
how many P&C we got left?
Harvey:
100,000.
All right, sell 'em all.
Jack, what's Prudent
trading at?
Jack:
7 1/4.
All right, hold on to 'em.
Betty?
Betty, how we doing
over at Pep Co?
Harvey, Jack.
Everybody on Spectra,
Nutra, MNSP--
I want you to sell
everything we've got.
Sell everything we've got.
- Want something to eat?
- No, no.
- Betty, talk to me.
What's going on?
- We're getting fucked here.
The market keeps dropping.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to sell
everything we've got. Got it?
Sell everything we've got.
Mommy, tell me a story.
I told you
all the stories I know, Karen.
Man:
Market's closed.
Well, how'd we do?
We made a killing on Sunrise.
Risky but profitable.
We're in the business
of taking risks.
That's why we're in the game.
Woman:
Who is it?!
John.
Shit.
Who?
John.
Uh, I'm looking for the woman
who used to live here,
Melanie.
I don't know any Melanie.
Bambi. Bambi!
Her name is Bambi.
Bambi doesn't live here
anymore.
There are no pictures
in this magazine.
There aren't supposed to be.
It's a business magazine.
- Yuck.
- Don't say that word.
We are having dinner,
young lady.
What are we having?
Well, it is the specialty
of the house.
I have been working
six hours on it.
Then why is it burnt?
Oh, Karen.
Oh, Karen.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh!
- Mom, look!
- What?
- It's him!
- Oh.
I'm having a crisis.
Who?
Mom, it's him.
Listen, kid,
I'm sorry,
but this is all
you're getting for dinner.
Mom!
Oh, my God.
Wow.
John:
Hello?
Hi.
How are you?
Well...
I'm fine.
How are you?
Very well.
So...
Listen, why don't we--
how about dinner?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Um, how about Tuesday,
7:30?
You got it.
I know a nice little place.
Well, another day,
another million.
You still here?
I thought you had
a dinner date.
I'm still here.
Huh.
- You should get married, John.
- Mmm.
It'd give you a reason
to get out of here at night,
someone to cuddle up to,
to discuss property settlement
and alimony with.
Hmm.
Who would marry me?
Who wouldn't?
What's the matter, John?
What happened?
John:
I blew it.
Radical!
You blew what?
I thought I had
more courage.
You have a lot of courage.
Are you kidding?
Who else would gamble
$20 million of their own money
in one day?
No, no, no,
not where it counts.
If you want my input
on this,
you're going to have to
tell me what the hell
you're talking about.
Right.
This person,
someone I met recently...
The dinner date?
Right.
Well, this person...
I don't really know
much about.
And is this person
a businessperson or is it--
It's a woman.
Well, that's a step
in the right direction.
I don't know.
She's not the kind of woman
I should be seen with.
Why not?
Does she work for
a competing firm?
She comes from
another planet.
Worked for E.T.!
A wonderful,
strange character.
She gets thrown from cars
without her clothes on.
What are her good points?
Those are her good points.
Bambi!
Bambi with the long,
lovely legs.
How you--
Where you going?
Hey, babe.
Hello, Mother.
It's Melanie.
Melanie?
Melanie, your daughter--
Melanie.
Well, what did you do
to yourself?
Can I come in?
Yeah.
How you feeling, Mother?
Tired, as always.
I brought you some money.
Ha. That kind of money
I don't want.
It's not that kind of money.
I'm through
with all of that, Mother,
for good.
I wish
I could believe that.
Well, ha...
It's true.
I'm--
I'm taking Karen
to California.
At last
I feel ready
to take care of her.
California?
Yeah.
It seems like a good place
to get a fresh start.
So far away.
Yeah.
I think it'll do us good.
Mother?
Please look at me.
I am well aware
that I have not been
what you've wanted me to be.
But I'm trying to change.
I really am.
What do you think?
I wish that I knew how
to work it out between us.
I wish I knew how
to make you proud of me.
Bambi:
I'd like to see
Mr. Stratton, please.
- Woman:
Do you have an appointment?
- No.
Mr. Stratton
doesn't see anybody
without an appointment.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Tell him Melanie's here.
Pardon me?
Melanie Rose.
I'm here to see him.
No, I'm afraid
that's impossible.
Mr. Stratton is very busy.
Can somebody else help you?
No.
Is there a telephone number
you'd like to leave?
No, no number.
Hello, Stratton Inc.
Can I help you?
Man:
John, what should I do
about Sun Co--
John?
What?
Sun Co-- it's down...
...and it's still
going south.
Mm-hmm.
We're stuck with
half a million shares, John.
What do you want me to do?
Woman: The market is collapsing, John!
The blue chips
are getting killed.
You've got to do something!
Are you there?
Yes.
- I'm going to sell.
- No, wait.
John, come on,
we gotta move, man!
The Dow is down over 60.
We've dropped $9 million
in the past three hours.
- Maybe more.
- We're losing our pants.
It's a fucking nightmare.
Well, come on, John!
You gotta decide.
We can just sit
and do nothing.
Bambi.
You stood me up.
I couldn't make it.
Oh, you two know each other.
Anyway, I just came here
to make sure that you could
get this.
And now if you'll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.
Jill:
Is that the girl
who gets thrown out of cars
- without her clothes on?
- Right.
I thought so.
She just went out
to the elevator.
John! What do you want to do
about the market?
Harvey, you've been
in the market longer
than I have.
I have complete confidence
in you.
You'll think of something.
Now's the time to buy.
Bambi!
Bambi!
- Bambi.
- My name is Melanie.
Wait.
What do you want?
I want to help you.
You want to help me?
How?
Look, you need money.
What for?
To live. For you, for Karen,
for her education.
I can get a job in California.
I've always taken care
of myself.
- Can I go now?
- California?
Melanie, look!
I don't want your money,
all right?
What do you want?
What I want, you don't have.
What is it?
It doesn't make
any difference now.
You're smart,
you're tough,
you're a beautiful woman.
There's nothing in this world
that you can't have.
We'll find out.
- Melanie.
- What?
You just can't walk away
like this.
Why can't I?
You walked away from me.
You never left an address,
a phone number.
You never even
told me your name.
You never called me.
I called you.
You made a date with me,
you stood me up.
Why can't I walk away
from you?!
Because I need you.
Why?
I don't know why.
You wear oversized sunglasses,
you wear a tight orange dress,
you have a totally screwed-up
sense of reality.
That's not enough.
I love you.
You love me?
Really?
- Yes.
- Are you positive?
You love me?
Me?
Ah!
We have to make love
right now.
- Now?
- Right now!
Everyone's got to get screwed
on Wall Street sooner or later.
- Will you marry me?!
- I will.
- Can we have babies?
- Yes.
- We'll live in New Jersey.
- Okay, if you want to.
Ah! Oh!
Oh, I love you, I love you!
Oh!
Oh, let's make love!
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through lonely city streets
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through cold
and rainy streets ♪
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ I'll give you hot chocolate
and brandy ♪
♪ Share old jokes
and diet candy ♪
♪ And then take out
♪ The dreamy
blue sheets ♪
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ And tomorrow when we wake
♪ After croissants
and coffee ♪
♪ We'll go jogging
round the lake ♪
♪ Sunrise in Manhattan
♪ Comes up real slow
♪ Through hazy sun,
skyline windows glow ♪
♪ And outside
our morning windows ♪
♪ Will be
♪ Brand-new seasons
♪ For you and me
♪ So take me home tonight
♪ On a long cab ride
♪ Through steamy summer heat
♪ Take me home tonight
♪ I'll give you brownies
and lemonade ♪
♪ Beaches and babies
♪ Sunshine and shade
♪ I'll run to you forever
♪ Whenever we meet
♪ All this and much more
♪ I promise
will come round right ♪
♪ If you take me home
♪ If you take me
home tonight ♪
♪ Take me home
♪ Tonight
♪ All this and much more
♪ I promise will
come round right ♪
♪ If you take me home
♪ If you take me home
♪ Tonight
♪ Take me home
♪ Tonight.