Once Upon a Time in a Cinema (2026) Movie Script
1
[music]
[playing "Only You"
by Flying Pickets]
Ba dah dah dum
Ba dah dah dum
Ba dah dah dum
[singing continues]
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
Can you hear me?
Came back only yesterday
Moving further away
Want you near me
All I needed was
The love you gave
[Earl]
Everyone said it was too big
for a town this size. Still...
...it was full every weekend,
didn't matter what was on.
The glory days
when cinema was big.
Ah, cinema's still big.
It's the town that got small.
That's from something.
What's that from?
No one cares anymore.
That's the problem.
Casablanca.
New cinemas...
don't have curtains.
They don't even play music.
[chuckles]
Maybe that's a good thing.
[Earl] It's all about
presentation.
Ah, you'll miss it.
Don't say you won't.
[Earl]
Yes, I'll miss it.
I'll miss it like a hole
in the head. I mean it.
The business has changed.
Everything's changed.
The town has changed.
There's no sense
of community anymore.
There used to be a real
sense of community here.
-I felt...
-Respected.
Appreciated.
[song continues playing]
Look at this.
Someone slashed the seat.
Fuckers.
Better make sure
Conway doesn't see that.
Any other transgressions
I should be aware of?
[door opening]
[male voice]
Gentlemen!
They didn't get in this way.
I'll keep looking.
[door creaking]
[door slams]
-Was there a break-in?
-Kids, nothing serious.
Serious enough to call
the guards!
Jesus, Earl,
there needs to be...
...an element of trust here.
Never mind that.
What's with the coat?
-It was Dad's.
-I know.
-Why are you wearing it?
-[chuckling]
Well, it looks good,
right?
They're back in style.
What?
-I didn't say anything.
-No, you didn't need to.
-Shit, Conway's waiting!
-Out this way.
You haven't told him about
our adventure, have you?
-Of course not!
-Because he'd screw us royally
if he knew about that.
The man's a shark.
The man's a former
government minister.
Exactly. Remember,
Dad was his friend and even
he didn't trust him.
Earl...
Dad's gone.
Sunset Boulevard.
Bah dah da dum
Bah dah da dum
[Kate]
Who's selling the cinema?
-Where did you appear from?
-Is it true?
Not now. We're just
about to open.
-Tell me!
-Lobby!
Can't work. I've got
a splitting headache.
-Don't start.
-This song isn't helping.
-I like this song.
-I know!
But do you have
to play it on a loop?
-Hey, Dad.
-Not now!
We're just about to open.
Yes or no? I'll keep
asking til you tell me.
-Hey!
-Yes, I'm selling.
-Happy?
-Shit!
Keep it to yourself.
Staff doesn't know yet.
-Does Mom know?
-I'll call her tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I'll call her
right now.
Not now. We're just
about to open!
They're threatening power
cuts, Mr. Clancy.
-And we're out of change.
-And there's no sign of Lyla.
I've been shot in the head.
Not now, we're about to open!
I'm drowning! Not now,
we're just about to open!
Here for my cheque?
[Earl] Not now.
We're just about to open!
-Mr. Clancy...
-Did you hear what I said?
It was on the news.
Power cuts, I heard. There's a
bag of change under the counter.
We can manage without Lyla.
Dickie, you need to wait.
-Kate, open the door.
-You're closer.
[drum beating loudly over
building music]
Showtime!
[doors bursting]
-[crowd talking]
-[Earl] Take it easy now.
Come in.
No chips.
Finish them outside.
[jeering]
Out of my way. Out of my way.
Out of my way.
-Fucking car, piece of shit.
-Where's this lot coming from?
-Bank holiday weekend!
-And it's midterm break.
-They're out celebrating.
-Celebrating my arse.
When I was at school,
we celebrated
with a flagon of cider
and a grope
around the back of
the convent.
Forget the film.
I'd pay just to watch her.
-Lose the sunglasses.
-I've a medical condition.
Lose them or don't come in.
What, do you want to get
lost in my eyes?
Vincent, you stud!
[playing "Only You"
by Flying Pickets]
[crowd chatter as music plays]
Bah dah dah dum
Sorry, Mr. Clancy, do you
remember Birdy Collins?
Thank you. You threw him out
last week for flicking
-matches at the screen.
-What about him?
[Woman] How are you, Vincent?
His cousin just got out of
prison. Thank you. My aunt Una
who works with his sister,
says Tank is coming
-to sort you out tonight.
-Who's Tank?
Birdy's cousin! He's coming
to sort you out. Thank you.
-What was Tank in prison for?
-Assault!
-Thanks, Vincent.
-Thank you.
[urgent whisper]
Conway's here!
I did it! I got him.
You should have heard me.
We got him. He's ready to make
an offer, a serious offer.
-He said that?
-Not in so many words.
-More or less.
-More or less?
He's here to see the place
in action, OK?
You're not supposed to even
know, so say nothing.
Do you hear me?
You don't know!
Try to be nice!
I'm always nice.
Harry, this is my brother, Earl.
Earl Clancy needs no
introduction to me.
Put it there. The place
is looking great.
-It's a credit to you.
-Would you like to come in?
-I'd love to.
-Come on,
-I'll show you to the balcony.
-This way.
-I take it you'll be
when I come down?
-I'm going nowhere.
No, you can't
bring chips inside.
-It's only jelly.
-My mistake!
Would you believe
the first film I ever saw
was in this building?
-Before it was a cinema.
-Really? Ah.
An Old Mother Hubbard
short.
As long as I live,
I'll always remember it.
Or was it
The Little Rascals?
[loud cinema ident music plays]
[male voice]
The film is starting!
[crowd whistling]
[light clicking]
Your father
was an entrepreneur,
before any of us knew
the word.
Dragged us
into the 20th century
when he opened this place.
This fellow has
a similar swagger.
Do you remember much
about your father?
Ah, snippets, just.
Your man here raised me.
-I wouldn't brag about that.
-Who's bragging!
He bought the place from
a fellow named Toss Tracy.
Poor old Toss. Awful,
what happened to him.
Lost his eyesight
in a terrible fire.
-Jaysus!
-Is right!
One of his films
went up in flames.
Nitrate film, deadly stuff.
A Three Stooges short.
I can assure you, no-one
was laughing that night.
Ah, the irony.
[ad voice] Looking to refresh
your wardrobe?
There's never been
a better time to shop.
-There's a seat there.
-Thank you.
Our massive sale is now on.
[whispers] What's wrong
with the picture?
[crowd jeers]
Our sharp, stylish suits,
perfect for any occasion,
and warm, cosy knitwear...
[audience laughs]
[crowd chatter and laughter]
[projector whirring]
[ad continues onscreen]
-I barely touched it!
-Let me see.
I never touched it.
How many times do I have
to tell you?
Don't fiddle with the lens.
[film whirring]
...so many satisfied customers
choose Moran's clothing.
There.
God's sake, Jack!
The state of ya, I can't let
you operate like that.
-Operate?
-Come on.
What do you think we're
doing here? Brain surgery?
Right.
Good night, Jack.
You can fuck off with
your "Good night, Jack."
This place is a fucking joke.
The machines are held together
with elastic bands,
and all I hear from you is,
"I'll fix it".
[mocking] "I'll fix it".
-Good night, Jack.
Well, fix this,
you bollocks.
...the butcher you can trust!
[projector cranks]
Wait, where's the film?
[sighs]
[film can clangs]
[film reel clatters]
Ahhh!
[projector winds down]
Lights...
Curtains...
[switch cranks]
-[playing "Only You" by
Flying Pickets]
-Music!
It's like a story of love
[woman]
Fucking song again!
Came back only yesterday
You really need to get
some new music.
[door closing]
-What happened to Jack?
-I fired him, he quit...
I don't know. Would you
look at this?
He hasn't even made up the film.
What do you mean?
If you weren't afraid to get
your hands dirty, you'd know.
-Just tell me.
-Five reels should be
in two big spools. So I only
have to do one changeover.
But now, I have to run up
and a changeover
every 15 minutes on top
of everything else.
Shit! Is this something
Conway will notice?
No, he won't notice a thing.
Go back and look after him.
Leave the big boy stuff to me.
And you wonder why you
can't get any staff?
Ba dah dah dum
You sure he's not stringing
you along like the last guy?
I'll pretend
I didn't hear that!
Bah dah, bah dah
Bah dah dah dum
He's not stringing me along.
[song continues]
[machine cranks into life]
[projector whirrs]
[Orion theme music]
[sighs]
[jazzy film soundtrack]
Hey... say hello to Johnny.
[projector dies]
[groans, shouts]
Oh, sugar!
[film audio resumes]
Take me all the way to LA.
[whirring]
[jazzy film soundtrack]
[rock n' roll music]
[car engine whirring]
Yeah, that's right! Yeah!
[car engine revving]
Where do you want me
to stand?
The balcony, stand
in the balcony.
Wait!
Did you notice anything
suspicious last night?
Anyone shady hanging
around the cinema?
Just... the usual.
-Like who?
-[car engine screams on screen]
Y'know... everyone.
Everyone.
Go on.
[door opening, closing]
[sighs]
[car tyres screeching
onscreen]
You need to rock and roll!
He's the one pumping
on the piano!
[digital beep]
[piano chords banging]
[Jerry Lee Lewis style
piano melody]
In all the galaxies...
[coughing in audience]
In all the endless reaches
of space,
I have found no planet
more blessed than this one.
And yet in its
uncontrollable insanity,
the human race seeks to
destroy this shining jewel,
this blessed sphere,
which men call Earth.
And trapped upon this world
of madness stand I.
[coughing]
The Silver Surfer.
Yeah, yeah, you tell him,
Surf Man!
You tell 'em!
[coughing]
[whisper]
Sorry... Sorry.
Hey, Chief!
Yeah, what's happening?
-Who is it?
-It's me.
-All good?
-Yeah, great. Great.
I need it now.
You still go
to the pictures then?
I go all the time in Dublin.
-[chair squeaks]
-I'll talk to you later.
It's a decent enough crowd.
Tonight's exceptional.
Uh, but business, it's good
for the most part.
Having only one screen limits
the new films we can play.
But, uh, still...
still they come.
A lot of them even buy
a ticket and ask
what's on as
they're going in.
[chuckling] Most of them,
they don't care what's on!
-[male voice] Go on Jim, go on!
-[laughter]
[Vincent] Ssh, be quiet!
That must be the worst part,
dealing with all the yahoos.
Not for me, no.
Worst part is never getting
to sit and watch an entire film.
Oh, that would annoy me.
And what's the best part
of the business?
Best part?
Standing here when
the place is full
and you can hear
a pin drop.
That's the best part.
The shared experience.
Ah, I miss coming
to the pictures here.
I always wondered what
it'd be like to own a cinema.
Can I get you something,
something from the shop?
Oh, not at all. Go on, you're
busy. We'll chat later.
[film audio grows distant,
muffled]
[dynamic music]
[muffled audio from film]
-Did I miss much?
-It's just started, so.
Pa-daa!
[happy sigh]
[customers chatting]
You look happy!
What's wrong?
Why are you smiling?
Shit, is Captain Kickback
going to buy the cinema?
Sssh! Inside voice.
Mrs. Healy hears everything.
-Is he?
-Maybe.
Which is why we need to make
a good impression tonight, so.
Seriously?
How many times are you gonna
make me watch this film?
You're going to watch the crowd,
[together]
not the film!
Don't worry,
if anyone eats jelly,
I'll be right there in
their face with my magic torch.
You're better
off saying nothing.
When I was her age they didn't
shine the torch in your face.
Any blaggardin',
you got a clatter
into the back of
the head with it.
I remember one Christmas,
there was a fellow came
in here with a goose,
a live goose stuffed
up under his shoulder...
I need that cheque!
You and me both.
Evening, Sergeant.
If you're thinking of getting
that waster to do a job,
two words of advice for you.
Don't.
I wish you told me that
a month ago!
[male] Sergeant... will you
look at what's happened?
Well?
I had a good look around
the place and there's no sign
of any forced entry.
How much did you say
was taken?
87 pounds. It's the one night
I left early.
You want my opinion?
It was one of the staff.
What? No.
Who else knew that there'd be
money on the premises
-and they had a key to get in?
-No, not the staff.
A cash business like this,
it's always the staff.
I don't believe that.
I bend over backwards
to keep them happy.
It doesn't matter what you do.
30 years in uniform
says I'm right.
[screaming and shouting]
Word gets out, it'll make
it harder to sell the place.
[Mrs. Healy]
Jesus!
-Listen...
-'Would you look...'
I'd appreciate it if you could
keep it to yourself. Ok?
There'll be uproar if
the cinema goes.
The dance hall
is still missed.
[screaming, fighting]
Sergeant, they're killing
each other across the street!
[glass breaking]
[customer] The girls are
worse than the boys!
I suppose I'd better
throw a shape!
[urgent voices]
'Tis like the wild west over
there at the chip van!
[Mrs. Healy] But he does
a great cod and chips.
With 'assualt' and vinegar!
-Where's my cheque?
-One minute.
Alma...
I need a hand
in the storeroom.
[old man] Jesus, They're
very handy with their fists.
[distant fighting]
[muffled audio
from screening room]
-Alma?
-Hmmm.
Who locked up last night?
Uh, Mrs. Healy, I think,
Herself and Jack.
Did you talk to Jack?
I will. He quit.
[male customer] 'I've seen
it already on video'.
Wait a minute. It was
Mrs. Healy that locked up,
because I was driving
past at 11
and I saw her coming
out on her own.
The picture was over at 10.
Are you sure it was 11?
It was 11. I know it was 11
because the news came on
and they were talking about
the power cuts.
Wait, you don't mean to say that
Mrs. Healy robbed the place?
No, no! Of course not, no.
No...
And don't say anything, ok?
No one needs to know
we got robbed.
My lips are sealed.
[keys jangling]
[lock turning]
[shouting continues outside]
Is it true then you're
selling the cinema?
What? No, where did
you hear that?
Talk.
People are miserable
enough as it is.
They'd be suicidal
if the cinema closed.
Great.
So that's on me.
And when did this happen?
At what point precisely
did this town's happiness
become my responsibility?
[chuckles]
What more can I do? I haven't
raised ticket prices
in three years.
I never take a holiday.
I'm a good cop, bad cop,
bouncer, babysitter.
Every day I'm on the phone,
pleading with distributors,
begging for the latest film.
Beg-ging! And then I meet
people on the street
who can't wait to tell me
they've seen it already on video
before it's even released.
The same people you say,
will be suicidal if the cinema
closed, not annoyed! Suicidal?
[man] I'll fucking kill
you, you fucker.
-What the hell?!
-[loud shouting]
-[smack of punches thrown]
-Alright! Outside!
Outside... take it outside!
Mrs. Healy, get the rope.
-Fuck you!
-Outside!
Hey, hey hey!
-[sounds of struggle]
-[Earl] Gerald!
-Gerald!
-You fucking..
Right... out! Out!
-Stop... out!
-[Gerald sniggers]
[Earl] Out!
Fuck you!
Tanks gonna get you,
you bastard,
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Do you know them?
[Mrs. Healy] Scuts from
the new houses.
-Put them on the list.
-I need that cheque.
-Jesus Earl, you're bleeding.
-Am I?
Sugar!
Don't worry, it's not yours.
[Dickie Walsh]
I also take cash.
[dynamic music]
[chuckling]
[laughing]
Lose the coat.
It's having an effect on you.
What's that supposed to mean?
-You never touch a customer.
-Fine.
-Ever!
-Got it.
-You sure?
-Don't fight the customers!
I got it!
Make yourself useful.
Stick on the kettle.
Yes, boss.
[cups clattering]
Honestly, you deserve a medal
for putting up with this place.
Well, a cup of tea will do.
Here...
This will put a smile
on your face.
Check it out.
Look, the place will be
a gold mine, right?
Six pumps, shop, and a car wash.
Sky is the limit when they
open the bypass.
-If...
-When!
Jesus, you're not even looking!
This here, Earl...
This is the answer
to all your prayers!
The days of the fellow with
the single pump are gone.
Cars drive in,
they fill up,
they pay a premium,
and they go.
I know how a
petrol station works.
No, you don't, which is
why you need me.
[siren blaring]
I feel honoured to have you.
-Truly.
-Are you sure?
Because you don't sound it.
I'm sorry, it's just...
[Earl sighs wearily]
Shit, you're getting
cold feet.
Tell me you're in.
Tell me you're still in!
Read it.
Just tell me what it says.
It's from the Fire Marshal.
The Fire Marshal?
Cinema needs
a complete overhaul.
New doors and fire escapes.
Remove two rows downstairs,
one on the balcony,
redesign the box.
All has to be done before
the next inspection.
Oh, I knew there was something
else wrong with you.
Bastards.
The sums just don't add up.
I'd never get that money back.
So...
Yes, I'm in!
This is fate!
Forcing you to sell
the place.
You should be happy. Decision's
been taken off your hands.
Am I getting a cup of tea
or what?
Yes, boss,
coming right up.
I'm curious.
[he chuckles]
What are you getting
from this?
-[tea pouring]
-You know what I'm getting.
I mean, you're 15 per cent
of the petrol station.
20, we said 20!
-Answer the question.
-There was a question?
Jesus, Earl, God forbid
someone goes into business
just to make money.
Your collar's twisted here.
Conway is going
to make a cash offer.
You don't need to worry
about anything.
This time next week, your
troubles are over.
Do you think you can last
one more week?
One more week.
Come on, let me hear you say it.
-You're being annoying.
-Say it...
-I'm not saying that.
-One more week!
-I'm not saying it, Gerald!
-Fine!
There's your tea.
You're welcome.
[high pitched scream]
Tell me that's the film!
[muffled voices]
Come here, you,
I need to get paid
-and get out of this dump!
Alright?
-Yeah!
A rat! A huge rat.
Oh Jesus, not another one.
Where is it?
-It's in there somewhere.
-Stand back.
-I'll take care of this.
-Careful!
[Dickie Wall]
Mind yourself!
[rustling]
[screams]
[squeaking]
-Oh Jesus, No no no no!
-[Alma] He's gone inside!
What's all the noise about?
Oh, for the love of God!
[siren wailing onscreen]
[whisper] What's going on?
You don't want to know!
[sirens blaring on screen]
[watch beeping]
[whisper]
Follow me up the box.
[Gerald] Did you get it?
-Nope.
-Oh!
[dynamic music]
[sirens wailing]
-Mr. Clancy, can I've a word?
-Not now!
[projector whirring]
[distant film audio]
[film reel clanging]
[film rustling]
-What do you want?
-Watch how I do this
changeover.
-Why, you're selling the place?
-Well, it's not sold yet,
so pay attention.
You're doing the next one.
Eh, pretty sure I'm not.
Tonight's important, Kate.
I need your help.
Fine.
What do you want me to do?
-Just push that red button.
-This red button?
-Yep, the only red button!
-What's your attitude?
[projector hums]
I'll watch my attitude,
you watch the screen!
For what?
Two circles.
First one's your cue
to start the projector.
Second one, hit that
changeover button. Got it?
Eyes on the screen.
I can't believe you're actually
selling--
Eyes on the screen.
It'll be weird having you
round all the time.
-I won't be.
-Why not?
And you just missed the circle.
That was your cue
to start the projector.
Film is delicate.
Too much tension it'll snap.
Won't we all? What do you mean,
you won't be around?
-Where will you be?
-Concentrate.
-Tell me
-Concentrate!
-I'm opening a petrol station.
-A petrol station?!
And you just missed the second
one. Hit that button.
Which one?
The one I showed you.
-This one?
-Hit it... hit it!
-Hit the button!
-Don't shout at me.
[projector whirring]
[actor] That's my heart.
Don't break it.
Maybe you're not ready.
I'm coming home with you.
You're selling the cinema
to open a petrol station.
-Where?
-Outside town.
-A 24 hour petrol station.
-It never closes?
-Great.
-Give me a break, Kate.
Do you think this is easy?
I'm trying to do
-what's best for everyone.
-What's best for everyone?
How would you know what's
best for everyone?
You run a small business
in a small town.
None of this matters, and
you're oblivious to what does.
That's why mom left you.
And if it hurts to hear that,
I'm sorry, but hurt people,
hurt, Father!
Hurt people hurt.
That's a great line.
Is that from a film?
-I give up.
-Well, fine, give up.
Ever wonder what would
happen if I give up?
-I wish you would.
-Well, I don't have that luxury.
[door slams]
[car tyres
screech on film audio]
Do you like the Silver
Surfer?
Yeah, I like the Surfer.
I think he's a jerk.
No, no, man, he's a hero.
He's crazy. He could get
away anytime he wants.
You know why he stays? He
stays because he likes it here.
He wants to help
the people out.
Yeah, but they don't want to
help. They're always after him,
the cops.
He's a jerk.
What a dump!
You know Frank Lloyd Wright?
It's Frank Lloyd Wrong.
Monica...
You look amazing.
[film audio fades and
music builds]
[drum beating]
[watch beating]
[electric guitar twangs]
[cool Sixties soundtrack]
[music continues]
[female voice on police comms
from movie audio]
1961 MGB Roadster.
Colour pink.
-Why are the cops here?
-We don't know yet.
You don't know?! Find out!
Captain. There's three
freeways nearby.
He could be long gone.
-You all right?
-No, not all right.
My father's a fucking gowl.
[soundtrack blares]
You looks simple in those
sunglasses, by the way.
Hey, don't take your daddy
issues out on my shades.
[audience member] Shush!
Shush yourself!
[audience member coughing]
[soundtrack blares]
Not afraid your old man's
going to see us then?
-Fuck him.
-Whoooaaa!
-Put that on a t-shirt.
-Be a rebel like you.
-Okay, fine. Let's do it.
-What?
Tell your old man we're
a love thang.
It's what you want, isn't it?
Let's do it right now.
-Sit down.
-Sit down, Gorman, you pleb!
-Scared.
-I'm not scared.
Yeah!
And denial is a town in Egypt.
Screen's up there.
Denial's a river... dope.
-Wait, what did I say?
[Woman] -Ssh... quiet!
-Fuck off!
-[tittering]
Isn't a woman allowed
to change her mind?
[soundtrack blares]
[door latch clicking]
Mr. Clancy, I think
someone's smoking a joint.
Hold your nose and don't inhale.
Harry Conway complained.
-Where are they?
-Down that one.
Sorry... excuse me.
Thank you.
-You in the centre...
-We're trying to watch
the film!
Let's go now.
[chuckling]
Problem, Chief?
[laughing]
One reason I shouldn't
call the guards?
Cause you're not a grass.
Show me your ticket.
[snorts of laughter]
Where's yours?
Right, let's go.
Vincent, lead the way.
[chuckling]
Man, stop laughing.
[Mrs.Healy] It looks like
it's stopped.
[Stoner] We getting a refund
or what, Vincent?
[Mrs.Healy] We need a bucket
or something. Has it stopped?
[Stoner] Will we be back
in later?
[Mrs. Healy]
God, it's getting worse.
[water dripping]
-My cheque!
-One minute!
-Get Kate.
-What do you want?
-Someone stole a poster.
-Did you see anything?
-Are you blaming me?
-In case you haven't noticed...
-we've got a situation here.
-Is there a poster missing?
Yeah, I helped
some guys steal it.
OK, I've waited long enough.
Are you going to pay up or not?
Are you going to fix that pipe?
Kate, get some buckets
in behind the screen.
Vincent, run upstairs.
Stop Harry Conway if he
tries to come down.
Listen, now, you stingy
bollocks!
Don't push me, Dickie!
Not tonight!
I trusted you to fix that leak--
don't speak. Fine.
You couldn't do it.
Go back to school, whatever,
but do not abuse my good name.
Now don't look at them.
Look at me,
and pay attention to what
I'm about to tell you.
Inside, all of us, here,
every one on this blessed
sphere, men called Earth...
-Don't roll your eyes!
[Stoner]-This is nuts.
has that same big empty hole,
and the only way to fill it
is through love,
work, or suffering.
Well, I've suffered enough!
So save your promises
and empty threats,
because I do not care!
-[niggering]
-[Stoner] You tell him,
Surfman!
[Dickie] Witnesses!
You're all witnesses.
[lame applause]
[Mrs. Healy] Good man, Earl.
Whooo!
[clears throat]
[Alma] Well, I think
the water stopped.
Powerful stuff.
[chuckles]
Goodnight, lads.
[water dribbling]
For fuck's sake.
Where's Kate with
those buckets?
[hum of film audio]
Why are you here?
Kate!
The Beverly was booked up,
so I'm here.
-Kate!
-So many other hotels.
The Beverly's
the only place I stay.
[police siren wailing onscreen]
What's wrong?
What are you doing?
When I was small, you told me
that it was magic
behind the screen. You told me
that all the Disney princesses
live back here, so I snuck
back to see for myself.
Do you remember?
-During Snow White?
-Cinderella.
Cinderella!
Yes, and your mother,
she was frantic.
But all I found back here
was junk.
Well, welcome to Hollywood.
Broke my heart.
What?
You were barely four!
You shouldn't have lied to me.
-Don't roll your eyes.
-I never lied to you.
Kate...?
Buildings hold on to memories,
this one, especially.
you know long before it was
a cinema, it was a theatre.
Every character and every
play and every film
we've ever shown
lives on in these walls.
[bluesy siren song on film
soundtrack]
You know, the older I get,
the more I believe that.
[Lyla] Where are those buckets?
-I've got them.
Look at this place!
-A long way to go, honey.
-Wow!
Are those old movie posters?
Some of them could be worth
more than the cinema.
Grease!
My sister adores Grease.
First night this came out, the
manager said he'd throw her out
if she didn't behave.
She went every night.
When everyone got sick of it,
she started going on her own.
The last night it was on,
the manager
tapped her on the shoulder.
Do you know what he said?
He said she didn't have to pay.
What cinema was that?
That was here.
That was you.
What else have you got?
Bullitt.
Never seen it.
Kate's mother.
The second date.
I was waiting to pick her up
from work and this was on,
so I went in to see it and...
...when it was over, I...
...Couldn't decide whether
to meet her
or go in and see it again.
[rueful laugh]
That's actually kind of sad.
We married too young.
I always wanted to be
in the pictures.
I wanted to be a doctor.
When I was small, I thought for
sure I'd be the girl up there.
But someone had to support
the family.
Instead, I married the first
guy I f'd.
My father knew everything except
how to make a decent living.
I learned that word here.
The F word, you know,
like to use it for sex.
I learned that in your cinema.
Before that, I learned bone,
bang, shag, screw.
-No, but this girl likes to--
-[digital watch beeps]
-Oh, I have to run.
-Yeah, yeah, me too.
Lyla...
Don't tell me you think
you're gonna die.
Do you have a key for
the front door?
It wasn't me, Sherlock.
[sigh]
[musical finale onscreen]
[dynamic music]
[Mrs Healy] Earl!
-You're selling the cinema!
-You lied to my face.
-Why would you keep it secret?
-I couldn't deny it.
-I won't let you do it.
-Alright, ok.
I'm disappointed, Earl.
All right, now stop. Stop.
Enough, enough!
I didn't tell you because
I knew you'd be like this.
Also because it's none of
your business.
-[angry snorts]
-I built this business!
-It is our business actually!
-It's my cinema,
and if some eejit comes along
stupid enough to pay
through the nose for it, then--!
-Excuse me.
-Harry...
-Goodnight, ladies.
Are you leaving, Harry?
Vincent, get the door
for him.
You need to go after him.
[Gerald] Earl!
You go!
Fuck it, I'm going.
[running footsteps]
Don't mess with me!
What?
Sugar!
[dynamic music]
[music builds]
[projector whirring]
[digital watch beeping]
Class of '84...
Class of '84!
[projector cranking down]
[crowd jeering]
Come on!
[reel spooling]
[angry jeers]
[booing, jeering]
Do something!
[projector whirring]
[audio cranks up]
Yeah, I know, I know,
it didn't happen.
No... ok great.
All right, all right, look,
look.
Beautiful body work. Purple...
look at the colours!
[dramatic music]
[piano interlude]
[piano melody continues]
[leaves rustling]
Sorry, Mr. Clancy,
can I talk to you?
Sorry.
Yes!
Yes, what is it?
It's...
It's... sorry!
You don't need to say sorry
all the time.
Sorr--
Assuming Harry Conway is not
going to buy the place
after what you said--
We don't need to go
into that again.
Sorr--
I was wondering
if I could...
-...have a raise.
-...help you out.
Help me out?
I'll work for free if it keeps
the place open. I don't mind.
Thank you, that's...
Your wages aren't the issue,
but that's, that's really...
...uh, very much appreciated.
Excuse me.
[rustling paper]
-[feet scuffing]
-Hey!
[Lyla giggling]
I know your face!
[jeers from bystanders
on street]
[bystander] Come out
in the street, you bastard!
-No one saw that?!
-[Alma laughs]
Oh sweet Jesus,
look who's outside!
[bystander]
Good man, Dickie!
[Mrs Healy]
Well, that's not right.
Never a dull moment,
is there?
Mrs. Healy...
Can I have a word?
[laughter,
jeers from outside]
[Dickie] I'm going nowhere,
Clancy!
'I'll stay here
all night if I need to.'
[Mrs. Healy] There we go.
[Earl] It's about, uh,
the sergeant.
Oh?
You know why he was here,
don't you?
I, uh, I told Alma not to say
anything, but, uh, she did.
I know, she did.
About the robbery.
Terrible.
Yes, yes, it is.
The sergeant says that.
whoever it is...
...has a key.
Well,
since I've checked with
everyone else and they um...
they...
[exhales] Look...
You're like family,
Mrs. Healy.
Wha--
What I mean is, uh,
I trust you
and maybe that...
that trust well,
-...maybe you--
-Robbed the place?
I have to ask! If I don't,
then the sergeant will,
and... I don't care if it
was you!
If it was, then we'll just
move on.
But I just need to know.
-I'll get my coat.
-[phone ringing]
Please. There's no need
for that.
No need?
For your information,
I'd sooner the sergeant
accuse me
than a fellow I've known
since he was a child.
I didn't accuse you!
[Lyla] 'You're wanted on
the phone!'
-I just...
-You just?
[Lyla] It's your brother!
Says it's urgent.
If you just opened
your eyes and saw
what was under your nose,
you'd not be accusing me.
I don't understand.
[Lyla] Gerald's on the phone.
He says it's urgent.
I heard!
There's a lot you don't
understand.
Go and see what he wants.
What is it?! I--
Right now? No, I can't.
I can't right-- all right,
Fine!
Fine, I said--
Uh, I need to go out
for five minutes.
Uh...
Stay.
Please.
Uh, no one go anywhere.
Step away from my person.
[siren wailing]
[male bystander] Big man.
[male bystander 2]
Come on then.
[horns tooting] Tank's gonna
get you, you bastard.
[fighting teen]
You're in for it now, huh.
Fuck you, man!
[dynamic music]
-Hello, Mr. Clancy.
-Evening!
You're in an awful rush,
Mr. Clancy.
I am indeed, Gerry.
[traditional Irish music
playing]
[crowd chatter]
This way.
[music fades]
No doubt about it,
I'm in the wrong business.
I wouldn't wish a pub
on my worst enemy.
What will you have
to drink?
Ah, if you could produce
it in the next minute,
-I could murder a cup of tea.
-You'll have a proper drink.
-You'll have a pint of plain.
-I'll bring it over.
Tea is fine, Gus.
So I take it you didn't
think much of the film.
I wasn't there
to see the film.
-[door closes]
-No, you weren't.
That's a decent business
you have.
Shop's a gold mine.
Sorry,
I have a number in mind.
It's a fair price.
Oh...kay.
And that petrol station
will be a good cash cow
for the pair of you, and you
won't have that Fire Marshal
snapping at your heels.
[chuckles]
Oh, the face on you!
What did you think
I wouldn't know about that?
You forget who
you're dealing with.
Now, fair play.
Petrol station
is a clever move.
Your father,
Lord have mercy on him,
would be doing the same
thing. To Dan Clancy,
-may he rest in peace.
-[glasses clinking]
He was a pure showman, your
father, one of the best.
And what's that film again
about a cinema?
A black and white comedy,
The Greatest Show On Earth!
-The Smallest Show On Earth.
-With Norman Wisdom.
Peter Sellers, directed
by Basil Dearden.
He knows his stuff all right.
You'll have to brush up, if
you're going into the business.
Me? Nah, I've no interest
in running a cinema.
Oh, do you have someone
in mind?
For what?
-To run the place?
-Oh, no, no!
You got the wrong end
of the stick entirely.
My only interest is
in the site.
Location's perfect.
Right in the middle of town.
Plenty of room for
a car park.
Car park, for what?
What do you mean for what?
For cars, what else?
Oh, don't get me wrong.
I'll be sorry as yourself
to see the cinema go,
but that's progress for you.
[music builds]
Siemens are going to be
announcing
a big factory
out the road.
That means more people
and more cars.
[door opening]
And this town,
is a bitch to find parking!
-For the man.
-[teacup and saucer rattle]
[Conway] I'll make a few calls,
draw up an agreement,
get the ball rolling...
[dramatic music builds]
[music suddenly stops]
I need to go.
[traditional music in
background]
No, thank you.
This is, uh, it's very...
-I need--
-You need to get back.
Well, go on!
Earl... a word.
-It won't take a minute.
-I need to go.
I hear you were robbed
last night.
Check and see if that's
the same colour elastic band
you used down
in the cinema below.
Mr. Sunglasses, Joe Gorman
left that behind him,
when he took a fiver off
a roll of cash earlier on.
-You didn't hear it from me.
-Thanks, Gus.
I need to go!
[chatter]
[sad music]
motherf--
Earl, wait! He said he had
plans, but I didn't--
You told him about the petrol
station. He lowballed us.
He found out,
I'm sorry!
And set the fire marshal on me!
You don't know that.
It's a fair price though.
I mean, it's enough, right?
-Yes, it's enough.
-More than enough.
He wants to demolish
the cinema.
I didn't know about that.
He didn't want you to know.
It doesn't change anything,
does it?
I, I mean, if it's a question
of honouring Dad's legacy.
Legacy? What are you
talking about?
Legacy?!
You think Dad cared about
this place?
Well, I've got news for you.
He didn't, nor did he care
about me or you,
for that matter.
So whatever this is, enough.
You're not him.
-Don't be like this.
-He wasn't a good man, Gerald.
He put Mom in hospital,
beat me black and blue,
and left us with nothing
when he died.
-Now he's gone, so stop.
-No, no, you need to hear this.
Everything got taken from us,
so I had to quit school
and work so we could eat.
Do you want to know what
Dad cared about?
He cared about himself.
The legend that was Dan Clancy!
-You made your point!
-Telling stories to impress men
like Harry Conway and chasing
anything in a skirt,
and you want to know
what else is true?
What he did to Toss Tracy!
Conway said he went blind.
Yes, he went blind,
but not in a fire.
Dad did it with his fists.
He blinded him because
he stood in his way.
-That's a fucking lie.
-It's the truth.
And I-- I hate to
break it to you,
but the man you put on
a pedestal your whole life,
he never existed.
The good stuff you remember,
that was me.
I took on the pain and the hurt
so you wouldn't have to.
Then why do I feel nothing
but hurt when I'm around you?
I'm not responsible
for how you feel.
-Yes, you are.
-I'm sorry!
-I can't do this anymore.
-Oh my God!
Is that it?
[sarcastic laugh]
God, you're so predictable.
Do you honestly not see it?
All this frustration,
all this anger,
it's because you're afraid.
You're afraid to let the cinema
go because when you do,
you've nowhere to hide anymore.
-That's your opinion, is it?
-Not just mine.
What do you want from me,
Gerald?
-Tell me what you want from me.
-I want your support.
I've supported you your
entire life.
I put you through university.
That's not what I mean.
I never got to go to university!
-Is that why you hate me?
-I don't hate you.
-You don't respect me!
-Because you're a child!
You're a puppy, always looking
for a pat on the head.
[sad music builds]
You use words like Dad
used his fists.
[voice trembling]
You don't know.
-You never saw him in action.
-No, I didn't, but...
...I see you.
And that nasty, selfish,
arrogant father
you can't get over...
he's you!
Don't you turn
your back on me!
Get... your hands...
[fighting grunts]
Stop it. Stop!
You're brothers, stop!
-I don't have a brother!
-Easy!
Go hide in your box!
Well, this is Dad's legacy.
You and me at each other's
throats is his legacy.
Dickie there looking for his
money is his legacy!
But you want to know
the really shocking thing?
He was my father too,
and I loved him.
-[watch beeping]
-Sugar!
[tense music builds]
[panting]
[audience jeering]
[whistling, booing]
[audience member]
Come on, man!
[projector rattling]
[film fluttering]
[projector whirring loudly]
[handle cranking]
[audio crackles]
Come on.
[music builds]
[film pops sound]
She just picked up
her coat and left.
Shite.
-I don't know.
-Hmmm?
I'm sorry you had
to witness that.
Families.
Good news.
Dickie's gone home.
That's something.
And, Mrs. Healy...?
She's gone home too.
Honestly, can you blame her?
Well, can you?
I was wrong to accuse her.
The truth is, I don't even
care about the money.
It was never about the money.
It's always about the money.
No, Lyla,
it's about respect.
Call the Garda station!
What? What's going on?
I found the thief.
That's what's going on.
Earl, where are you going?
-To get this guy!
-What are you going to do?
You don't need to prove
anything.
-I think I do.
-The line's busy!
[dynamic music]
[slurping]
Agh! Get that out of
my eyes.
[music builds]
[door opening]
[groans]
You're like the rollercoaster
at an amusement park.
Tell me I didn't just
see that!
Tell me I didn't--
Joe Gorman!
Joe Gorman?!
So? What do you care?
What's wrong with you?
He robbed us last night.
-That's not true.
-I have proof.
-Bullshit. He didn't do it!
-Is that what he told you?
[muffled film audio]
Is it?
It was you.
You gave him the key.
Why would you do that?
Why?
Kate!
I don't know what to do!
I... dunno what am I supposed
to do here.
I don't care what you do.
[sniffs]
Why does everything
have to be so hard?
Like, what have I--?
Can you tell me what I've
done that's so...
-...so terrible?
-Nothing!
You did nothing because
you're always here.
I'm here because I need
to be here.
You're here because
you want to be.
-I want--? Yes, of course
I want to be, Kate!
Yeah! Who wouldn't want this?
Sure, look at me.
I'm living the dream,
killing myself,
trying to run a business
in the face of every,
every fucker...!
Who wants to see me beat up!
Or dead!
No, Kate, I do it to keep
clothes on your back.
You do it for you.
It's the only thing
you appreciate the cinema,
the cinema.
You do it because
you choose to do it.
I do it because I never
had a choice.
Yes, you did!
You could have chosen us.
[car engine revving on
film audio]
-Everything OK?
-Take your hands off her.
Stop it, Dad.
He knows.
Knows what? I don't know
what she's talking about.
Tell it to the guards.
Tell what to the guards?
That your little darling
gave me the keys?
Joe--
Just go.
-Make me.
-Joe!
Give us your best shot.
Fair warning though,
you lay a finger on me,
there won't be a button
left for the inquest.
-Stop it, Joe. Just leave it!
-Shut the fuck up!
Dad!
Dad, you're killing him.
[Mrs. Healy] Let him go.
You're a better man than this,
Earl Clancy.
This isn't you, Earl.
[gasping]
He's a fucking madman!
Leave. Just...
Just go and you can
keep the money.
Go!
Fuck this place.
I watch everything
on video anyways.
Fuck your daughter, too!
You can keep her!
[door closing]
[retreating footsteps]
Love is all that matters.
[retreating footsteps]
[Earl inhales,
exhales deeply]
You okay?
I should have just
let him hit me.
Fuck that. I would have
strangled the little bollocks.
You knew!
Don't be too hard on the girl.
She didn't mean it.
She robbed us.
I blamed you.
-We all make mistakes.
-She's young.
Hormones.
I think she's trying to tell
you something, Mr. Clancy.
Yeah, no shit, Alma!
She thinks I don't appreciate
her because I'm always here.
You're here because you've
got a business to run.
You might as well know.
Harry Conway made an offer.
I'm gonna take it.
You're making a mistake.
No.
We've had a good run.
Now it's over.
[sad music builds]
And I'm tired.
[weary sigh]
I'm tired.
Tired of this carpet.
Tired of this suit.
Tired of...
...worrying.
Tired of fighting.
I'm tired of always being
the one that everyone hates.
-Don't say that.
-It's not true.
-No one hates you.
-Bastard!
-[glass breaking]
-[gasps]
I hope Tank
fucking kills ya!
[Earl groans]
[teens at chip van jeer]
[sigh]
Yep.
Pretty sure
it's the right decision.
[light buzzes]
[projector whirring]
...and I'd like to speak
to the reporter Ed Fields
who might know a few things.
Thank you, thank you.
Do you recognise your
boyfriend?
No, no!
Nice picture in the paper.
Recognising you two kissing
the faces off each other.
No clue, I said.
You're gonna tell me
you don't know.
Hey, look back up.
Police business.
Say you don't know him.
You can choose
who to trust.
It's Jesse, right?
Tell me he's Jesse. Come on!
-His name isn't Jesse.
-Tell me who it is!
Don't lie to me, I'll get
you in a lot of trouble.
[coughing]
I only met him a few times in
Las Vegas, I don't know him.
Hmm...
[jaunty music]
[music slows]
Ow!
Don't keep the money down
there. You're gonna need 500.
-20 not a chance.
-[watch beeping]
[projector whirring]
[clicking]
He's leaving!
Today, at 5pm.
What do you mean he's gone?
Yeah, yeah, I'll meet him.
Okay, okay.
Underground, downtown, 8:30,
got it.
[film whirring]
He's seeing a man
in San Francisco,
he knows someone there
with money.
[car engine revving]
[tyres screeching]
I serve Galactus, and shall
do so forevermore.
[music builds]
As such be my destiny,
willingly do I accept it.
[dramatic music]
How much he will give you,
you think?
Enough for a bit.
What's the plan in Mexico,
when there's no more money?
Make more!
-[whispers] Is this yours?
-Sorry?
-Uh, yeah, it is.
-Can I have some?
Sure, no, have it all.
We steal it?
[slurping]
Who knows?
Why do you keep asking me all
these questions about things?
[exhales]
-Fuck it.
-Thanks.
-Let go!
-You're welcome.
[movie soundtrack builds]
Am I presentable?
What?
How do I look?
Fine.
Your tie's crooked.
It is.
Thanks.
[Vincent] Are you all right,
Mr. Clancy?
Never been better.
[humming]
[sigh]
[Alma]
No one's picking up!
You need
to go back upstairs.
-I need to do a lot of things.
-Hide him in the office.
It's time I started
calling you Maura.
-Let me handle her.
-Handle who?
Tank!
There you are, you CUNT!
[siren wailing on movie
soundtrack]
She's Tank?
What the FUCK did you say
to my cousin?
Now, now...
[grunts]
Let's discuss this.
Your cousin was trying
to burn down the cinema!
I'll fucking burn down
the cinema with you in it!
You stupid bastard!
[Earl laughs maniacally]
-What are you doing?
-No, Kate, I deserve this.
-[laughing] Come on!
-[Kate] Get your hands off him!
[Tank] Fucking stay out of it,
you!
[Earl] That's my daughter!
[tense music builds]
Get out.
You heard me!
Leave!
-Now!
-You fucker.
[shriek]
[banging]
[Mrs Healy]
Oh Jesus, he's dead!
Dad?
[Earls pants]
She ran into the door.
[Lyla] Oh, thank God.
[shivery breaths]
[distant jeering,
whistling]
[Mrs. Healy]
It's a power cut.
Will this night ever end?
Not to worry, Maura.
I have it all in hand.
[angry voices grow louder]
[dull thumping]
[whistling, booing]
[Earl] Settle down, please!
Come on now, everyone!
-[man] You're a thief, Clancy!
-Come on now, be quiet!
[woman] Thief!
Quiet, please!
Listen up there!
[booing,
jeering continues]
The film's nearly
over anyway.
-Boo!
-[Earl] Get it together!
He dies at the end!
Boo!
There's nothing I can do!
It's a power cut,
for God's sake!
Everywhere is out!
There's nothing I can do!
Shut up!
What am I supposed to do?
[jeering, whistling]
What am I supposed to do?
[jeering lessens]
[Earl sobs]
Dad...
What's wrong?
I can't--
Dad...
Please say something.
[tender music]
Dad, you're scaring me.
[Earl exhales]
Don't give up.
Please...
...don't give up.
[male voice singing]
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
[other voices join]
Can you hear me?
[audience sings]
Came back only yesterday
-Moving further away
-[someone whistles]
Want you near me
[harmony] All I needed
Was the love you gave
All I needed
For another day
And all I ever knew...
Only you
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da da dum, da da da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da da dum, da da da,
Bah da da dum
All I needed was
The love you gave
All I needed
For another day
And all I ever knew
Only you
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
[audience groaning,
booing]
-[man 1] Finish the film!
-[man 2] Put the film back on!
Go!
Finish the film!
[marching drum beat]
[audience cheering]
[music builds over drumbeat]
[cheering, whistling]
[applause]
-[high-pitched scream]
-[Woman] A rat!
[panicked voices]
[squeaking]
[projector whirring]
[actress's voice]
On one of those game shows.
Price is right?
No.
-[Alma] Oh here it comes!
-[Lyla] Jesus... okay.
Whoa!
[Lyla] Get out... get out!
You fuck.
-Fucking great!
-You've excelled yourself.
[sighs of relief]
[projector whirring]
[paper crumpling]
[effort grunts]
[melancholic music]
[soulful voice singing]
The sun don't shine for me
[chatter]
Anymore
[Vincent] Please, shhh, lads,
the film is still on.
Girl... that I love!
[plaintive song continues]
[Vincent] Ssssh!
This night will be one
for the books.
Jesus Christ.
What happened here?
We had a little drama.
-Drama? The state of you!
-[Alma] Here!
Your sleeve is
hanging off you.
I didn't even notice.
Well, sure, look,
that's... show business.
-[both chuckle]
-I know you want to move fast.
Ah, that fast enough
for you?
[Conway]
It's a purchase agreement.
[Earl] A purchase agreement?
Really?
Sign your name and I'll have
the funds in your account
first thing Monday morning.
Sooner if I'm able.
Right there.
Kate...
The film's nearly over.
Run up to the box
and turn up the dimmers
as soon as you see
the credits.
Right now?
Grab Vincent on the way.
Show him the ropes.
Really?
Yeah!
Teenagers.
Do you remember what you said
about the petrol station?
You said...
...the days of the fellow
with the single pumper gone!
I'm him, aren't I?
I'm that fella.
[chuckling]
Yeah, you're a dinosaur!
Sign your name,
for God's sake.
It came to me during
the blackout.
Everyone was singing.
First the balcony,
then downstairs,
one cinema, two halves.
Call me crazy,
but I'm beginning to think
I have a purpose here.
You know,
like the Silver Surfer.
Will someone tell me what
the fuck's he talking about?
A second screen. That's what
I'm talking about.
[music builds]
I'm going to put in
a second screen.
Is he fucking serious?
[giggling] I think he is.
If the business is evolving,
then I'm evolving with it.
Partner with me?
You'll be gone in a year.
I might be.
But they've been saying that
since the day we opened.
And here we are,
still around!
And still they come.
You know why?
[wearily]
You're about to tell me.
Because the cinema brings them
together for an experience
that's so much more
than the picture.
That's why they come!
And no video or whatever
else comes along,
none of it
can replace that.
It's a good business, Harry,
your words,
a good, cash business.
So's the petrol station!
Has anyone ever fallen in
love with a petrol station?
God's sake.
Do people laugh
and cry at the pumps?
-Ah, you've seen too many films.
-And you haven't seen enough!
-So...
-[paper rustling]
...thank you,
but no thank you.
Are you OK with this?
Yes, I am.
I like our chances,
actually,
especially with that new...
Siemens factory.
There'll be a lot more people
with a lot more money.
Ah, this is a real
stab in the back
after all I've done
for this family.
To hell with
the pair of you,
and to hell with this place.
-You're leaving, Harry?
-Ah, fuck the lot of you.
Well, he's lost my boat.
I said he'd do the right
thing, didn't I?
[Alma] You did Mrs. Healy,
you did.
[Lyla] Oh, the film's over.
[Mrs. Healy] No rest for
the wicked. Come on, ladies.
[Lyla] Still no sign of
the Sergeant.
[Mrs. Healy]
Useless, that fella.
[Woman] That was better
entertainment than the film.
You were wrong,
you know.
About what?
The man I've put on
a pedestal my whole life.
It wasn't, Dad.
It was you.
[door closing]
[hopeful music builds]
[audience chatter]
Goodnight!
-[man] Goodnight, Mr. Clancy.
-[woman] Night!
Night, thank you very much
Mr. Clancy.
-Goodnight.
-Thanks a million, Mr. Clancy.
[young man] Great film
Mr.Clancy, I really enjoyed it!
-Ah, thanks Mr. Clancy.
-Goodnight, now.
Goodnight, Mr. Clancy.
Cheers!
-See ya!
-Thanks a million, Mr. Clancy.
Goodnight!
[chatter, greetings]
[music builds]
All the best!
[music fades]
[latch clicking]
[light switch snapping]
[dynamic melody on piano]
[Vincent] It's actually not as
complicated as it looks.
[film reel clattering]
Not that it looks easy,
but it, you know...
It's good to have
a good teacher.
[handle cranking]
Uh, you're a good teacher,
is what I mean, like.
[door closing]
Uh, Mr. Clancy!
I need a new projectionist.
You interested?
-Me?
-Yes, you.
Uh, yes, I do.
I accept.
Sorry, yes, I accept.
Good.
Cause I'm going to teach
you in one weekend
what it took your predecessor
a month to learn.
And next week, you're gonna be
showing a film on your own.
Think you can handle that?
100 per cent. Absolutely.
Good.
Training begins tomorrow
morning, 10:00 a.m.
-Don't be late.
-I won't be.
You can go home now.
-I don't mind staying.
-Go home.
Right, sorry.
[door opening, closing]
You're taking next week off?
Yes.
Mrs. Healy can run
the place.
We should do something,
you and me.
Might have plans.
Oh...
Well, I'll talk to your
secretary.
-Careful, you'll snap the film.
-I'm doing it, ok?!
Fine, fine, fine.
I didn't sign.
I gathered.
Wait till you hear the rest.
-Tell me.
-No, I'll tell you in the car.
Come on.
[switch snapping]
[switch snapping]
Look at that...
...by the chip van.
That fecker who stole
the posters.
Guess he just loves
movies too much.
-Can we get chips?
-Absolutely not.
You realise,
you're paying back every penny,
you know that, right?
Take it out of my wages.
You don't get wages.
Well, then you better start
paying me.
[hopeful music]
Uhm... maybe we'll discuss
that over a cup of tea.
[digital watch beeps]
Come on, let's get out
of here.
I could murder
a cup of tea.
[door closing]
[door opening]
[switch snapping]
[door closing,
switch snapping]
[angry voices]
[siren blaring]
[Earl] I'm not responsible
for how you feel!
[Gerald] Go hide in your box!
[Earl] ...but I'm beginning
to think I have a purpose.
[Kate] Hurt people hurt,
father!
[Mrs. Healy] They're killing
other across the street.
-[Earl] He dies at the end!
-[Dickie] You're all witnesses.
[man shouting]
[Earl] That's why they come.
[actor]
Yeah, you tell 'em, surf man.
You tell 'em.
[playing "The Stranglers"]
Many people tell you that
They're your friend
You believe them
You need them
for what's round
The river bend
Make sure you're receiving
The signals they send
Cos brother
you've only got two hands
To lend
Maybe there's someone
Who makes you weep
And some nights loom up
Ahead when you're asleep
Some days there's things on
Your mind you should keep
Sometimes it's tougher
To look than to leap
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
One day the track that
You're climbing gets steep
Your emotions are frayed
And your nerves are
Starting to creep
Just remember the days as
Long as the time that you keep
Brother you better
watch out for the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
[Goose Guy] I remember one
Christmas, a fella came in
here with a goose,
a live goose stuck up
under his jumper.
Anyway, two women came
in eating chips,
and they sit down next to him.
And after a few minutes,
didn't the goose stick his head
out of your man's trousers,
and the first woman spots
him and she says to her pal,
"Will you look at what's after
coming out your man's trousers?"
And her friend looks over
and she says,
"Ah sure, if you've seen
one, you've seen them all."
"I don't know about that,"
she says,
"I think this one's eating
my chips."
[crowd chuckling]
[music]
[music fades]
[music]
[playing "Only You"
by Flying Pickets]
Ba dah dah dum
Ba dah dah dum
Ba dah dah dum
[singing continues]
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
Can you hear me?
Came back only yesterday
Moving further away
Want you near me
All I needed was
The love you gave
[Earl]
Everyone said it was too big
for a town this size. Still...
...it was full every weekend,
didn't matter what was on.
The glory days
when cinema was big.
Ah, cinema's still big.
It's the town that got small.
That's from something.
What's that from?
No one cares anymore.
That's the problem.
Casablanca.
New cinemas...
don't have curtains.
They don't even play music.
[chuckles]
Maybe that's a good thing.
[Earl] It's all about
presentation.
Ah, you'll miss it.
Don't say you won't.
[Earl]
Yes, I'll miss it.
I'll miss it like a hole
in the head. I mean it.
The business has changed.
Everything's changed.
The town has changed.
There's no sense
of community anymore.
There used to be a real
sense of community here.
-I felt...
-Respected.
Appreciated.
[song continues playing]
Look at this.
Someone slashed the seat.
Fuckers.
Better make sure
Conway doesn't see that.
Any other transgressions
I should be aware of?
[door opening]
[male voice]
Gentlemen!
They didn't get in this way.
I'll keep looking.
[door creaking]
[door slams]
-Was there a break-in?
-Kids, nothing serious.
Serious enough to call
the guards!
Jesus, Earl,
there needs to be...
...an element of trust here.
Never mind that.
What's with the coat?
-It was Dad's.
-I know.
-Why are you wearing it?
-[chuckling]
Well, it looks good,
right?
They're back in style.
What?
-I didn't say anything.
-No, you didn't need to.
-Shit, Conway's waiting!
-Out this way.
You haven't told him about
our adventure, have you?
-Of course not!
-Because he'd screw us royally
if he knew about that.
The man's a shark.
The man's a former
government minister.
Exactly. Remember,
Dad was his friend and even
he didn't trust him.
Earl...
Dad's gone.
Sunset Boulevard.
Bah dah da dum
Bah dah da dum
[Kate]
Who's selling the cinema?
-Where did you appear from?
-Is it true?
Not now. We're just
about to open.
-Tell me!
-Lobby!
Can't work. I've got
a splitting headache.
-Don't start.
-This song isn't helping.
-I like this song.
-I know!
But do you have
to play it on a loop?
-Hey, Dad.
-Not now!
We're just about to open.
Yes or no? I'll keep
asking til you tell me.
-Hey!
-Yes, I'm selling.
-Happy?
-Shit!
Keep it to yourself.
Staff doesn't know yet.
-Does Mom know?
-I'll call her tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I'll call her
right now.
Not now. We're just
about to open!
They're threatening power
cuts, Mr. Clancy.
-And we're out of change.
-And there's no sign of Lyla.
I've been shot in the head.
Not now, we're about to open!
I'm drowning! Not now,
we're just about to open!
Here for my cheque?
[Earl] Not now.
We're just about to open!
-Mr. Clancy...
-Did you hear what I said?
It was on the news.
Power cuts, I heard. There's a
bag of change under the counter.
We can manage without Lyla.
Dickie, you need to wait.
-Kate, open the door.
-You're closer.
[drum beating loudly over
building music]
Showtime!
[doors bursting]
-[crowd talking]
-[Earl] Take it easy now.
Come in.
No chips.
Finish them outside.
[jeering]
Out of my way. Out of my way.
Out of my way.
-Fucking car, piece of shit.
-Where's this lot coming from?
-Bank holiday weekend!
-And it's midterm break.
-They're out celebrating.
-Celebrating my arse.
When I was at school,
we celebrated
with a flagon of cider
and a grope
around the back of
the convent.
Forget the film.
I'd pay just to watch her.
-Lose the sunglasses.
-I've a medical condition.
Lose them or don't come in.
What, do you want to get
lost in my eyes?
Vincent, you stud!
[playing "Only You"
by Flying Pickets]
[crowd chatter as music plays]
Bah dah dah dum
Sorry, Mr. Clancy, do you
remember Birdy Collins?
Thank you. You threw him out
last week for flicking
-matches at the screen.
-What about him?
[Woman] How are you, Vincent?
His cousin just got out of
prison. Thank you. My aunt Una
who works with his sister,
says Tank is coming
-to sort you out tonight.
-Who's Tank?
Birdy's cousin! He's coming
to sort you out. Thank you.
-What was Tank in prison for?
-Assault!
-Thanks, Vincent.
-Thank you.
[urgent whisper]
Conway's here!
I did it! I got him.
You should have heard me.
We got him. He's ready to make
an offer, a serious offer.
-He said that?
-Not in so many words.
-More or less.
-More or less?
He's here to see the place
in action, OK?
You're not supposed to even
know, so say nothing.
Do you hear me?
You don't know!
Try to be nice!
I'm always nice.
Harry, this is my brother, Earl.
Earl Clancy needs no
introduction to me.
Put it there. The place
is looking great.
-It's a credit to you.
-Would you like to come in?
-I'd love to.
-Come on,
-I'll show you to the balcony.
-This way.
-I take it you'll be
when I come down?
-I'm going nowhere.
No, you can't
bring chips inside.
-It's only jelly.
-My mistake!
Would you believe
the first film I ever saw
was in this building?
-Before it was a cinema.
-Really? Ah.
An Old Mother Hubbard
short.
As long as I live,
I'll always remember it.
Or was it
The Little Rascals?
[loud cinema ident music plays]
[male voice]
The film is starting!
[crowd whistling]
[light clicking]
Your father
was an entrepreneur,
before any of us knew
the word.
Dragged us
into the 20th century
when he opened this place.
This fellow has
a similar swagger.
Do you remember much
about your father?
Ah, snippets, just.
Your man here raised me.
-I wouldn't brag about that.
-Who's bragging!
He bought the place from
a fellow named Toss Tracy.
Poor old Toss. Awful,
what happened to him.
Lost his eyesight
in a terrible fire.
-Jaysus!
-Is right!
One of his films
went up in flames.
Nitrate film, deadly stuff.
A Three Stooges short.
I can assure you, no-one
was laughing that night.
Ah, the irony.
[ad voice] Looking to refresh
your wardrobe?
There's never been
a better time to shop.
-There's a seat there.
-Thank you.
Our massive sale is now on.
[whispers] What's wrong
with the picture?
[crowd jeers]
Our sharp, stylish suits,
perfect for any occasion,
and warm, cosy knitwear...
[audience laughs]
[crowd chatter and laughter]
[projector whirring]
[ad continues onscreen]
-I barely touched it!
-Let me see.
I never touched it.
How many times do I have
to tell you?
Don't fiddle with the lens.
[film whirring]
...so many satisfied customers
choose Moran's clothing.
There.
God's sake, Jack!
The state of ya, I can't let
you operate like that.
-Operate?
-Come on.
What do you think we're
doing here? Brain surgery?
Right.
Good night, Jack.
You can fuck off with
your "Good night, Jack."
This place is a fucking joke.
The machines are held together
with elastic bands,
and all I hear from you is,
"I'll fix it".
[mocking] "I'll fix it".
-Good night, Jack.
Well, fix this,
you bollocks.
...the butcher you can trust!
[projector cranks]
Wait, where's the film?
[sighs]
[film can clangs]
[film reel clatters]
Ahhh!
[projector winds down]
Lights...
Curtains...
[switch cranks]
-[playing "Only You" by
Flying Pickets]
-Music!
It's like a story of love
[woman]
Fucking song again!
Came back only yesterday
You really need to get
some new music.
[door closing]
-What happened to Jack?
-I fired him, he quit...
I don't know. Would you
look at this?
He hasn't even made up the film.
What do you mean?
If you weren't afraid to get
your hands dirty, you'd know.
-Just tell me.
-Five reels should be
in two big spools. So I only
have to do one changeover.
But now, I have to run up
and a changeover
every 15 minutes on top
of everything else.
Shit! Is this something
Conway will notice?
No, he won't notice a thing.
Go back and look after him.
Leave the big boy stuff to me.
And you wonder why you
can't get any staff?
Ba dah dah dum
You sure he's not stringing
you along like the last guy?
I'll pretend
I didn't hear that!
Bah dah, bah dah
Bah dah dah dum
He's not stringing me along.
[song continues]
[machine cranks into life]
[projector whirrs]
[Orion theme music]
[sighs]
[jazzy film soundtrack]
Hey... say hello to Johnny.
[projector dies]
[groans, shouts]
Oh, sugar!
[film audio resumes]
Take me all the way to LA.
[whirring]
[jazzy film soundtrack]
[rock n' roll music]
[car engine whirring]
Yeah, that's right! Yeah!
[car engine revving]
Where do you want me
to stand?
The balcony, stand
in the balcony.
Wait!
Did you notice anything
suspicious last night?
Anyone shady hanging
around the cinema?
Just... the usual.
-Like who?
-[car engine screams on screen]
Y'know... everyone.
Everyone.
Go on.
[door opening, closing]
[sighs]
[car tyres screeching
onscreen]
You need to rock and roll!
He's the one pumping
on the piano!
[digital beep]
[piano chords banging]
[Jerry Lee Lewis style
piano melody]
In all the galaxies...
[coughing in audience]
In all the endless reaches
of space,
I have found no planet
more blessed than this one.
And yet in its
uncontrollable insanity,
the human race seeks to
destroy this shining jewel,
this blessed sphere,
which men call Earth.
And trapped upon this world
of madness stand I.
[coughing]
The Silver Surfer.
Yeah, yeah, you tell him,
Surf Man!
You tell 'em!
[coughing]
[whisper]
Sorry... Sorry.
Hey, Chief!
Yeah, what's happening?
-Who is it?
-It's me.
-All good?
-Yeah, great. Great.
I need it now.
You still go
to the pictures then?
I go all the time in Dublin.
-[chair squeaks]
-I'll talk to you later.
It's a decent enough crowd.
Tonight's exceptional.
Uh, but business, it's good
for the most part.
Having only one screen limits
the new films we can play.
But, uh, still...
still they come.
A lot of them even buy
a ticket and ask
what's on as
they're going in.
[chuckling] Most of them,
they don't care what's on!
-[male voice] Go on Jim, go on!
-[laughter]
[Vincent] Ssh, be quiet!
That must be the worst part,
dealing with all the yahoos.
Not for me, no.
Worst part is never getting
to sit and watch an entire film.
Oh, that would annoy me.
And what's the best part
of the business?
Best part?
Standing here when
the place is full
and you can hear
a pin drop.
That's the best part.
The shared experience.
Ah, I miss coming
to the pictures here.
I always wondered what
it'd be like to own a cinema.
Can I get you something,
something from the shop?
Oh, not at all. Go on, you're
busy. We'll chat later.
[film audio grows distant,
muffled]
[dynamic music]
[muffled audio from film]
-Did I miss much?
-It's just started, so.
Pa-daa!
[happy sigh]
[customers chatting]
You look happy!
What's wrong?
Why are you smiling?
Shit, is Captain Kickback
going to buy the cinema?
Sssh! Inside voice.
Mrs. Healy hears everything.
-Is he?
-Maybe.
Which is why we need to make
a good impression tonight, so.
Seriously?
How many times are you gonna
make me watch this film?
You're going to watch the crowd,
[together]
not the film!
Don't worry,
if anyone eats jelly,
I'll be right there in
their face with my magic torch.
You're better
off saying nothing.
When I was her age they didn't
shine the torch in your face.
Any blaggardin',
you got a clatter
into the back of
the head with it.
I remember one Christmas,
there was a fellow came
in here with a goose,
a live goose stuffed
up under his shoulder...
I need that cheque!
You and me both.
Evening, Sergeant.
If you're thinking of getting
that waster to do a job,
two words of advice for you.
Don't.
I wish you told me that
a month ago!
[male] Sergeant... will you
look at what's happened?
Well?
I had a good look around
the place and there's no sign
of any forced entry.
How much did you say
was taken?
87 pounds. It's the one night
I left early.
You want my opinion?
It was one of the staff.
What? No.
Who else knew that there'd be
money on the premises
-and they had a key to get in?
-No, not the staff.
A cash business like this,
it's always the staff.
I don't believe that.
I bend over backwards
to keep them happy.
It doesn't matter what you do.
30 years in uniform
says I'm right.
[screaming and shouting]
Word gets out, it'll make
it harder to sell the place.
[Mrs. Healy]
Jesus!
-Listen...
-'Would you look...'
I'd appreciate it if you could
keep it to yourself. Ok?
There'll be uproar if
the cinema goes.
The dance hall
is still missed.
[screaming, fighting]
Sergeant, they're killing
each other across the street!
[glass breaking]
[customer] The girls are
worse than the boys!
I suppose I'd better
throw a shape!
[urgent voices]
'Tis like the wild west over
there at the chip van!
[Mrs. Healy] But he does
a great cod and chips.
With 'assualt' and vinegar!
-Where's my cheque?
-One minute.
Alma...
I need a hand
in the storeroom.
[old man] Jesus, They're
very handy with their fists.
[distant fighting]
[muffled audio
from screening room]
-Alma?
-Hmmm.
Who locked up last night?
Uh, Mrs. Healy, I think,
Herself and Jack.
Did you talk to Jack?
I will. He quit.
[male customer] 'I've seen
it already on video'.
Wait a minute. It was
Mrs. Healy that locked up,
because I was driving
past at 11
and I saw her coming
out on her own.
The picture was over at 10.
Are you sure it was 11?
It was 11. I know it was 11
because the news came on
and they were talking about
the power cuts.
Wait, you don't mean to say that
Mrs. Healy robbed the place?
No, no! Of course not, no.
No...
And don't say anything, ok?
No one needs to know
we got robbed.
My lips are sealed.
[keys jangling]
[lock turning]
[shouting continues outside]
Is it true then you're
selling the cinema?
What? No, where did
you hear that?
Talk.
People are miserable
enough as it is.
They'd be suicidal
if the cinema closed.
Great.
So that's on me.
And when did this happen?
At what point precisely
did this town's happiness
become my responsibility?
[chuckles]
What more can I do? I haven't
raised ticket prices
in three years.
I never take a holiday.
I'm a good cop, bad cop,
bouncer, babysitter.
Every day I'm on the phone,
pleading with distributors,
begging for the latest film.
Beg-ging! And then I meet
people on the street
who can't wait to tell me
they've seen it already on video
before it's even released.
The same people you say,
will be suicidal if the cinema
closed, not annoyed! Suicidal?
[man] I'll fucking kill
you, you fucker.
-What the hell?!
-[loud shouting]
-[smack of punches thrown]
-Alright! Outside!
Outside... take it outside!
Mrs. Healy, get the rope.
-Fuck you!
-Outside!
Hey, hey hey!
-[sounds of struggle]
-[Earl] Gerald!
-Gerald!
-You fucking..
Right... out! Out!
-Stop... out!
-[Gerald sniggers]
[Earl] Out!
Fuck you!
Tanks gonna get you,
you bastard,
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Do you know them?
[Mrs. Healy] Scuts from
the new houses.
-Put them on the list.
-I need that cheque.
-Jesus Earl, you're bleeding.
-Am I?
Sugar!
Don't worry, it's not yours.
[Dickie Walsh]
I also take cash.
[dynamic music]
[chuckling]
[laughing]
Lose the coat.
It's having an effect on you.
What's that supposed to mean?
-You never touch a customer.
-Fine.
-Ever!
-Got it.
-You sure?
-Don't fight the customers!
I got it!
Make yourself useful.
Stick on the kettle.
Yes, boss.
[cups clattering]
Honestly, you deserve a medal
for putting up with this place.
Well, a cup of tea will do.
Here...
This will put a smile
on your face.
Check it out.
Look, the place will be
a gold mine, right?
Six pumps, shop, and a car wash.
Sky is the limit when they
open the bypass.
-If...
-When!
Jesus, you're not even looking!
This here, Earl...
This is the answer
to all your prayers!
The days of the fellow with
the single pump are gone.
Cars drive in,
they fill up,
they pay a premium,
and they go.
I know how a
petrol station works.
No, you don't, which is
why you need me.
[siren blaring]
I feel honoured to have you.
-Truly.
-Are you sure?
Because you don't sound it.
I'm sorry, it's just...
[Earl sighs wearily]
Shit, you're getting
cold feet.
Tell me you're in.
Tell me you're still in!
Read it.
Just tell me what it says.
It's from the Fire Marshal.
The Fire Marshal?
Cinema needs
a complete overhaul.
New doors and fire escapes.
Remove two rows downstairs,
one on the balcony,
redesign the box.
All has to be done before
the next inspection.
Oh, I knew there was something
else wrong with you.
Bastards.
The sums just don't add up.
I'd never get that money back.
So...
Yes, I'm in!
This is fate!
Forcing you to sell
the place.
You should be happy. Decision's
been taken off your hands.
Am I getting a cup of tea
or what?
Yes, boss,
coming right up.
I'm curious.
[he chuckles]
What are you getting
from this?
-[tea pouring]
-You know what I'm getting.
I mean, you're 15 per cent
of the petrol station.
20, we said 20!
-Answer the question.
-There was a question?
Jesus, Earl, God forbid
someone goes into business
just to make money.
Your collar's twisted here.
Conway is going
to make a cash offer.
You don't need to worry
about anything.
This time next week, your
troubles are over.
Do you think you can last
one more week?
One more week.
Come on, let me hear you say it.
-You're being annoying.
-Say it...
-I'm not saying that.
-One more week!
-I'm not saying it, Gerald!
-Fine!
There's your tea.
You're welcome.
[high pitched scream]
Tell me that's the film!
[muffled voices]
Come here, you,
I need to get paid
-and get out of this dump!
Alright?
-Yeah!
A rat! A huge rat.
Oh Jesus, not another one.
Where is it?
-It's in there somewhere.
-Stand back.
-I'll take care of this.
-Careful!
[Dickie Wall]
Mind yourself!
[rustling]
[screams]
[squeaking]
-Oh Jesus, No no no no!
-[Alma] He's gone inside!
What's all the noise about?
Oh, for the love of God!
[siren wailing onscreen]
[whisper] What's going on?
You don't want to know!
[sirens blaring on screen]
[watch beeping]
[whisper]
Follow me up the box.
[Gerald] Did you get it?
-Nope.
-Oh!
[dynamic music]
[sirens wailing]
-Mr. Clancy, can I've a word?
-Not now!
[projector whirring]
[distant film audio]
[film reel clanging]
[film rustling]
-What do you want?
-Watch how I do this
changeover.
-Why, you're selling the place?
-Well, it's not sold yet,
so pay attention.
You're doing the next one.
Eh, pretty sure I'm not.
Tonight's important, Kate.
I need your help.
Fine.
What do you want me to do?
-Just push that red button.
-This red button?
-Yep, the only red button!
-What's your attitude?
[projector hums]
I'll watch my attitude,
you watch the screen!
For what?
Two circles.
First one's your cue
to start the projector.
Second one, hit that
changeover button. Got it?
Eyes on the screen.
I can't believe you're actually
selling--
Eyes on the screen.
It'll be weird having you
round all the time.
-I won't be.
-Why not?
And you just missed the circle.
That was your cue
to start the projector.
Film is delicate.
Too much tension it'll snap.
Won't we all? What do you mean,
you won't be around?
-Where will you be?
-Concentrate.
-Tell me
-Concentrate!
-I'm opening a petrol station.
-A petrol station?!
And you just missed the second
one. Hit that button.
Which one?
The one I showed you.
-This one?
-Hit it... hit it!
-Hit the button!
-Don't shout at me.
[projector whirring]
[actor] That's my heart.
Don't break it.
Maybe you're not ready.
I'm coming home with you.
You're selling the cinema
to open a petrol station.
-Where?
-Outside town.
-A 24 hour petrol station.
-It never closes?
-Great.
-Give me a break, Kate.
Do you think this is easy?
I'm trying to do
-what's best for everyone.
-What's best for everyone?
How would you know what's
best for everyone?
You run a small business
in a small town.
None of this matters, and
you're oblivious to what does.
That's why mom left you.
And if it hurts to hear that,
I'm sorry, but hurt people,
hurt, Father!
Hurt people hurt.
That's a great line.
Is that from a film?
-I give up.
-Well, fine, give up.
Ever wonder what would
happen if I give up?
-I wish you would.
-Well, I don't have that luxury.
[door slams]
[car tyres
screech on film audio]
Do you like the Silver
Surfer?
Yeah, I like the Surfer.
I think he's a jerk.
No, no, man, he's a hero.
He's crazy. He could get
away anytime he wants.
You know why he stays? He
stays because he likes it here.
He wants to help
the people out.
Yeah, but they don't want to
help. They're always after him,
the cops.
He's a jerk.
What a dump!
You know Frank Lloyd Wright?
It's Frank Lloyd Wrong.
Monica...
You look amazing.
[film audio fades and
music builds]
[drum beating]
[watch beating]
[electric guitar twangs]
[cool Sixties soundtrack]
[music continues]
[female voice on police comms
from movie audio]
1961 MGB Roadster.
Colour pink.
-Why are the cops here?
-We don't know yet.
You don't know?! Find out!
Captain. There's three
freeways nearby.
He could be long gone.
-You all right?
-No, not all right.
My father's a fucking gowl.
[soundtrack blares]
You looks simple in those
sunglasses, by the way.
Hey, don't take your daddy
issues out on my shades.
[audience member] Shush!
Shush yourself!
[audience member coughing]
[soundtrack blares]
Not afraid your old man's
going to see us then?
-Fuck him.
-Whoooaaa!
-Put that on a t-shirt.
-Be a rebel like you.
-Okay, fine. Let's do it.
-What?
Tell your old man we're
a love thang.
It's what you want, isn't it?
Let's do it right now.
-Sit down.
-Sit down, Gorman, you pleb!
-Scared.
-I'm not scared.
Yeah!
And denial is a town in Egypt.
Screen's up there.
Denial's a river... dope.
-Wait, what did I say?
[Woman] -Ssh... quiet!
-Fuck off!
-[tittering]
Isn't a woman allowed
to change her mind?
[soundtrack blares]
[door latch clicking]
Mr. Clancy, I think
someone's smoking a joint.
Hold your nose and don't inhale.
Harry Conway complained.
-Where are they?
-Down that one.
Sorry... excuse me.
Thank you.
-You in the centre...
-We're trying to watch
the film!
Let's go now.
[chuckling]
Problem, Chief?
[laughing]
One reason I shouldn't
call the guards?
Cause you're not a grass.
Show me your ticket.
[snorts of laughter]
Where's yours?
Right, let's go.
Vincent, lead the way.
[chuckling]
Man, stop laughing.
[Mrs.Healy] It looks like
it's stopped.
[Stoner] We getting a refund
or what, Vincent?
[Mrs.Healy] We need a bucket
or something. Has it stopped?
[Stoner] Will we be back
in later?
[Mrs. Healy]
God, it's getting worse.
[water dripping]
-My cheque!
-One minute!
-Get Kate.
-What do you want?
-Someone stole a poster.
-Did you see anything?
-Are you blaming me?
-In case you haven't noticed...
-we've got a situation here.
-Is there a poster missing?
Yeah, I helped
some guys steal it.
OK, I've waited long enough.
Are you going to pay up or not?
Are you going to fix that pipe?
Kate, get some buckets
in behind the screen.
Vincent, run upstairs.
Stop Harry Conway if he
tries to come down.
Listen, now, you stingy
bollocks!
Don't push me, Dickie!
Not tonight!
I trusted you to fix that leak--
don't speak. Fine.
You couldn't do it.
Go back to school, whatever,
but do not abuse my good name.
Now don't look at them.
Look at me,
and pay attention to what
I'm about to tell you.
Inside, all of us, here,
every one on this blessed
sphere, men called Earth...
-Don't roll your eyes!
[Stoner]-This is nuts.
has that same big empty hole,
and the only way to fill it
is through love,
work, or suffering.
Well, I've suffered enough!
So save your promises
and empty threats,
because I do not care!
-[niggering]
-[Stoner] You tell him,
Surfman!
[Dickie] Witnesses!
You're all witnesses.
[lame applause]
[Mrs. Healy] Good man, Earl.
Whooo!
[clears throat]
[Alma] Well, I think
the water stopped.
Powerful stuff.
[chuckles]
Goodnight, lads.
[water dribbling]
For fuck's sake.
Where's Kate with
those buckets?
[hum of film audio]
Why are you here?
Kate!
The Beverly was booked up,
so I'm here.
-Kate!
-So many other hotels.
The Beverly's
the only place I stay.
[police siren wailing onscreen]
What's wrong?
What are you doing?
When I was small, you told me
that it was magic
behind the screen. You told me
that all the Disney princesses
live back here, so I snuck
back to see for myself.
Do you remember?
-During Snow White?
-Cinderella.
Cinderella!
Yes, and your mother,
she was frantic.
But all I found back here
was junk.
Well, welcome to Hollywood.
Broke my heart.
What?
You were barely four!
You shouldn't have lied to me.
-Don't roll your eyes.
-I never lied to you.
Kate...?
Buildings hold on to memories,
this one, especially.
you know long before it was
a cinema, it was a theatre.
Every character and every
play and every film
we've ever shown
lives on in these walls.
[bluesy siren song on film
soundtrack]
You know, the older I get,
the more I believe that.
[Lyla] Where are those buckets?
-I've got them.
Look at this place!
-A long way to go, honey.
-Wow!
Are those old movie posters?
Some of them could be worth
more than the cinema.
Grease!
My sister adores Grease.
First night this came out, the
manager said he'd throw her out
if she didn't behave.
She went every night.
When everyone got sick of it,
she started going on her own.
The last night it was on,
the manager
tapped her on the shoulder.
Do you know what he said?
He said she didn't have to pay.
What cinema was that?
That was here.
That was you.
What else have you got?
Bullitt.
Never seen it.
Kate's mother.
The second date.
I was waiting to pick her up
from work and this was on,
so I went in to see it and...
...when it was over, I...
...Couldn't decide whether
to meet her
or go in and see it again.
[rueful laugh]
That's actually kind of sad.
We married too young.
I always wanted to be
in the pictures.
I wanted to be a doctor.
When I was small, I thought for
sure I'd be the girl up there.
But someone had to support
the family.
Instead, I married the first
guy I f'd.
My father knew everything except
how to make a decent living.
I learned that word here.
The F word, you know,
like to use it for sex.
I learned that in your cinema.
Before that, I learned bone,
bang, shag, screw.
-No, but this girl likes to--
-[digital watch beeps]
-Oh, I have to run.
-Yeah, yeah, me too.
Lyla...
Don't tell me you think
you're gonna die.
Do you have a key for
the front door?
It wasn't me, Sherlock.
[sigh]
[musical finale onscreen]
[dynamic music]
[Mrs Healy] Earl!
-You're selling the cinema!
-You lied to my face.
-Why would you keep it secret?
-I couldn't deny it.
-I won't let you do it.
-Alright, ok.
I'm disappointed, Earl.
All right, now stop. Stop.
Enough, enough!
I didn't tell you because
I knew you'd be like this.
Also because it's none of
your business.
-[angry snorts]
-I built this business!
-It is our business actually!
-It's my cinema,
and if some eejit comes along
stupid enough to pay
through the nose for it, then--!
-Excuse me.
-Harry...
-Goodnight, ladies.
Are you leaving, Harry?
Vincent, get the door
for him.
You need to go after him.
[Gerald] Earl!
You go!
Fuck it, I'm going.
[running footsteps]
Don't mess with me!
What?
Sugar!
[dynamic music]
[music builds]
[projector whirring]
[digital watch beeping]
Class of '84...
Class of '84!
[projector cranking down]
[crowd jeering]
Come on!
[reel spooling]
[angry jeers]
[booing, jeering]
Do something!
[projector whirring]
[audio cranks up]
Yeah, I know, I know,
it didn't happen.
No... ok great.
All right, all right, look,
look.
Beautiful body work. Purple...
look at the colours!
[dramatic music]
[piano interlude]
[piano melody continues]
[leaves rustling]
Sorry, Mr. Clancy,
can I talk to you?
Sorry.
Yes!
Yes, what is it?
It's...
It's... sorry!
You don't need to say sorry
all the time.
Sorr--
Assuming Harry Conway is not
going to buy the place
after what you said--
We don't need to go
into that again.
Sorr--
I was wondering
if I could...
-...have a raise.
-...help you out.
Help me out?
I'll work for free if it keeps
the place open. I don't mind.
Thank you, that's...
Your wages aren't the issue,
but that's, that's really...
...uh, very much appreciated.
Excuse me.
[rustling paper]
-[feet scuffing]
-Hey!
[Lyla giggling]
I know your face!
[jeers from bystanders
on street]
[bystander] Come out
in the street, you bastard!
-No one saw that?!
-[Alma laughs]
Oh sweet Jesus,
look who's outside!
[bystander]
Good man, Dickie!
[Mrs Healy]
Well, that's not right.
Never a dull moment,
is there?
Mrs. Healy...
Can I have a word?
[laughter,
jeers from outside]
[Dickie] I'm going nowhere,
Clancy!
'I'll stay here
all night if I need to.'
[Mrs. Healy] There we go.
[Earl] It's about, uh,
the sergeant.
Oh?
You know why he was here,
don't you?
I, uh, I told Alma not to say
anything, but, uh, she did.
I know, she did.
About the robbery.
Terrible.
Yes, yes, it is.
The sergeant says that.
whoever it is...
...has a key.
Well,
since I've checked with
everyone else and they um...
they...
[exhales] Look...
You're like family,
Mrs. Healy.
Wha--
What I mean is, uh,
I trust you
and maybe that...
that trust well,
-...maybe you--
-Robbed the place?
I have to ask! If I don't,
then the sergeant will,
and... I don't care if it
was you!
If it was, then we'll just
move on.
But I just need to know.
-I'll get my coat.
-[phone ringing]
Please. There's no need
for that.
No need?
For your information,
I'd sooner the sergeant
accuse me
than a fellow I've known
since he was a child.
I didn't accuse you!
[Lyla] 'You're wanted on
the phone!'
-I just...
-You just?
[Lyla] It's your brother!
Says it's urgent.
If you just opened
your eyes and saw
what was under your nose,
you'd not be accusing me.
I don't understand.
[Lyla] Gerald's on the phone.
He says it's urgent.
I heard!
There's a lot you don't
understand.
Go and see what he wants.
What is it?! I--
Right now? No, I can't.
I can't right-- all right,
Fine!
Fine, I said--
Uh, I need to go out
for five minutes.
Uh...
Stay.
Please.
Uh, no one go anywhere.
Step away from my person.
[siren wailing]
[male bystander] Big man.
[male bystander 2]
Come on then.
[horns tooting] Tank's gonna
get you, you bastard.
[fighting teen]
You're in for it now, huh.
Fuck you, man!
[dynamic music]
-Hello, Mr. Clancy.
-Evening!
You're in an awful rush,
Mr. Clancy.
I am indeed, Gerry.
[traditional Irish music
playing]
[crowd chatter]
This way.
[music fades]
No doubt about it,
I'm in the wrong business.
I wouldn't wish a pub
on my worst enemy.
What will you have
to drink?
Ah, if you could produce
it in the next minute,
-I could murder a cup of tea.
-You'll have a proper drink.
-You'll have a pint of plain.
-I'll bring it over.
Tea is fine, Gus.
So I take it you didn't
think much of the film.
I wasn't there
to see the film.
-[door closes]
-No, you weren't.
That's a decent business
you have.
Shop's a gold mine.
Sorry,
I have a number in mind.
It's a fair price.
Oh...kay.
And that petrol station
will be a good cash cow
for the pair of you, and you
won't have that Fire Marshal
snapping at your heels.
[chuckles]
Oh, the face on you!
What did you think
I wouldn't know about that?
You forget who
you're dealing with.
Now, fair play.
Petrol station
is a clever move.
Your father,
Lord have mercy on him,
would be doing the same
thing. To Dan Clancy,
-may he rest in peace.
-[glasses clinking]
He was a pure showman, your
father, one of the best.
And what's that film again
about a cinema?
A black and white comedy,
The Greatest Show On Earth!
-The Smallest Show On Earth.
-With Norman Wisdom.
Peter Sellers, directed
by Basil Dearden.
He knows his stuff all right.
You'll have to brush up, if
you're going into the business.
Me? Nah, I've no interest
in running a cinema.
Oh, do you have someone
in mind?
For what?
-To run the place?
-Oh, no, no!
You got the wrong end
of the stick entirely.
My only interest is
in the site.
Location's perfect.
Right in the middle of town.
Plenty of room for
a car park.
Car park, for what?
What do you mean for what?
For cars, what else?
Oh, don't get me wrong.
I'll be sorry as yourself
to see the cinema go,
but that's progress for you.
[music builds]
Siemens are going to be
announcing
a big factory
out the road.
That means more people
and more cars.
[door opening]
And this town,
is a bitch to find parking!
-For the man.
-[teacup and saucer rattle]
[Conway] I'll make a few calls,
draw up an agreement,
get the ball rolling...
[dramatic music builds]
[music suddenly stops]
I need to go.
[traditional music in
background]
No, thank you.
This is, uh, it's very...
-I need--
-You need to get back.
Well, go on!
Earl... a word.
-It won't take a minute.
-I need to go.
I hear you were robbed
last night.
Check and see if that's
the same colour elastic band
you used down
in the cinema below.
Mr. Sunglasses, Joe Gorman
left that behind him,
when he took a fiver off
a roll of cash earlier on.
-You didn't hear it from me.
-Thanks, Gus.
I need to go!
[chatter]
[sad music]
motherf--
Earl, wait! He said he had
plans, but I didn't--
You told him about the petrol
station. He lowballed us.
He found out,
I'm sorry!
And set the fire marshal on me!
You don't know that.
It's a fair price though.
I mean, it's enough, right?
-Yes, it's enough.
-More than enough.
He wants to demolish
the cinema.
I didn't know about that.
He didn't want you to know.
It doesn't change anything,
does it?
I, I mean, if it's a question
of honouring Dad's legacy.
Legacy? What are you
talking about?
Legacy?!
You think Dad cared about
this place?
Well, I've got news for you.
He didn't, nor did he care
about me or you,
for that matter.
So whatever this is, enough.
You're not him.
-Don't be like this.
-He wasn't a good man, Gerald.
He put Mom in hospital,
beat me black and blue,
and left us with nothing
when he died.
-Now he's gone, so stop.
-No, no, you need to hear this.
Everything got taken from us,
so I had to quit school
and work so we could eat.
Do you want to know what
Dad cared about?
He cared about himself.
The legend that was Dan Clancy!
-You made your point!
-Telling stories to impress men
like Harry Conway and chasing
anything in a skirt,
and you want to know
what else is true?
What he did to Toss Tracy!
Conway said he went blind.
Yes, he went blind,
but not in a fire.
Dad did it with his fists.
He blinded him because
he stood in his way.
-That's a fucking lie.
-It's the truth.
And I-- I hate to
break it to you,
but the man you put on
a pedestal your whole life,
he never existed.
The good stuff you remember,
that was me.
I took on the pain and the hurt
so you wouldn't have to.
Then why do I feel nothing
but hurt when I'm around you?
I'm not responsible
for how you feel.
-Yes, you are.
-I'm sorry!
-I can't do this anymore.
-Oh my God!
Is that it?
[sarcastic laugh]
God, you're so predictable.
Do you honestly not see it?
All this frustration,
all this anger,
it's because you're afraid.
You're afraid to let the cinema
go because when you do,
you've nowhere to hide anymore.
-That's your opinion, is it?
-Not just mine.
What do you want from me,
Gerald?
-Tell me what you want from me.
-I want your support.
I've supported you your
entire life.
I put you through university.
That's not what I mean.
I never got to go to university!
-Is that why you hate me?
-I don't hate you.
-You don't respect me!
-Because you're a child!
You're a puppy, always looking
for a pat on the head.
[sad music builds]
You use words like Dad
used his fists.
[voice trembling]
You don't know.
-You never saw him in action.
-No, I didn't, but...
...I see you.
And that nasty, selfish,
arrogant father
you can't get over...
he's you!
Don't you turn
your back on me!
Get... your hands...
[fighting grunts]
Stop it. Stop!
You're brothers, stop!
-I don't have a brother!
-Easy!
Go hide in your box!
Well, this is Dad's legacy.
You and me at each other's
throats is his legacy.
Dickie there looking for his
money is his legacy!
But you want to know
the really shocking thing?
He was my father too,
and I loved him.
-[watch beeping]
-Sugar!
[tense music builds]
[panting]
[audience jeering]
[whistling, booing]
[audience member]
Come on, man!
[projector rattling]
[film fluttering]
[projector whirring loudly]
[handle cranking]
[audio crackles]
Come on.
[music builds]
[film pops sound]
She just picked up
her coat and left.
Shite.
-I don't know.
-Hmmm?
I'm sorry you had
to witness that.
Families.
Good news.
Dickie's gone home.
That's something.
And, Mrs. Healy...?
She's gone home too.
Honestly, can you blame her?
Well, can you?
I was wrong to accuse her.
The truth is, I don't even
care about the money.
It was never about the money.
It's always about the money.
No, Lyla,
it's about respect.
Call the Garda station!
What? What's going on?
I found the thief.
That's what's going on.
Earl, where are you going?
-To get this guy!
-What are you going to do?
You don't need to prove
anything.
-I think I do.
-The line's busy!
[dynamic music]
[slurping]
Agh! Get that out of
my eyes.
[music builds]
[door opening]
[groans]
You're like the rollercoaster
at an amusement park.
Tell me I didn't just
see that!
Tell me I didn't--
Joe Gorman!
Joe Gorman?!
So? What do you care?
What's wrong with you?
He robbed us last night.
-That's not true.
-I have proof.
-Bullshit. He didn't do it!
-Is that what he told you?
[muffled film audio]
Is it?
It was you.
You gave him the key.
Why would you do that?
Why?
Kate!
I don't know what to do!
I... dunno what am I supposed
to do here.
I don't care what you do.
[sniffs]
Why does everything
have to be so hard?
Like, what have I--?
Can you tell me what I've
done that's so...
-...so terrible?
-Nothing!
You did nothing because
you're always here.
I'm here because I need
to be here.
You're here because
you want to be.
-I want--? Yes, of course
I want to be, Kate!
Yeah! Who wouldn't want this?
Sure, look at me.
I'm living the dream,
killing myself,
trying to run a business
in the face of every,
every fucker...!
Who wants to see me beat up!
Or dead!
No, Kate, I do it to keep
clothes on your back.
You do it for you.
It's the only thing
you appreciate the cinema,
the cinema.
You do it because
you choose to do it.
I do it because I never
had a choice.
Yes, you did!
You could have chosen us.
[car engine revving on
film audio]
-Everything OK?
-Take your hands off her.
Stop it, Dad.
He knows.
Knows what? I don't know
what she's talking about.
Tell it to the guards.
Tell what to the guards?
That your little darling
gave me the keys?
Joe--
Just go.
-Make me.
-Joe!
Give us your best shot.
Fair warning though,
you lay a finger on me,
there won't be a button
left for the inquest.
-Stop it, Joe. Just leave it!
-Shut the fuck up!
Dad!
Dad, you're killing him.
[Mrs. Healy] Let him go.
You're a better man than this,
Earl Clancy.
This isn't you, Earl.
[gasping]
He's a fucking madman!
Leave. Just...
Just go and you can
keep the money.
Go!
Fuck this place.
I watch everything
on video anyways.
Fuck your daughter, too!
You can keep her!
[door closing]
[retreating footsteps]
Love is all that matters.
[retreating footsteps]
[Earl inhales,
exhales deeply]
You okay?
I should have just
let him hit me.
Fuck that. I would have
strangled the little bollocks.
You knew!
Don't be too hard on the girl.
She didn't mean it.
She robbed us.
I blamed you.
-We all make mistakes.
-She's young.
Hormones.
I think she's trying to tell
you something, Mr. Clancy.
Yeah, no shit, Alma!
She thinks I don't appreciate
her because I'm always here.
You're here because you've
got a business to run.
You might as well know.
Harry Conway made an offer.
I'm gonna take it.
You're making a mistake.
No.
We've had a good run.
Now it's over.
[sad music builds]
And I'm tired.
[weary sigh]
I'm tired.
Tired of this carpet.
Tired of this suit.
Tired of...
...worrying.
Tired of fighting.
I'm tired of always being
the one that everyone hates.
-Don't say that.
-It's not true.
-No one hates you.
-Bastard!
-[glass breaking]
-[gasps]
I hope Tank
fucking kills ya!
[Earl groans]
[teens at chip van jeer]
[sigh]
Yep.
Pretty sure
it's the right decision.
[light buzzes]
[projector whirring]
...and I'd like to speak
to the reporter Ed Fields
who might know a few things.
Thank you, thank you.
Do you recognise your
boyfriend?
No, no!
Nice picture in the paper.
Recognising you two kissing
the faces off each other.
No clue, I said.
You're gonna tell me
you don't know.
Hey, look back up.
Police business.
Say you don't know him.
You can choose
who to trust.
It's Jesse, right?
Tell me he's Jesse. Come on!
-His name isn't Jesse.
-Tell me who it is!
Don't lie to me, I'll get
you in a lot of trouble.
[coughing]
I only met him a few times in
Las Vegas, I don't know him.
Hmm...
[jaunty music]
[music slows]
Ow!
Don't keep the money down
there. You're gonna need 500.
-20 not a chance.
-[watch beeping]
[projector whirring]
[clicking]
He's leaving!
Today, at 5pm.
What do you mean he's gone?
Yeah, yeah, I'll meet him.
Okay, okay.
Underground, downtown, 8:30,
got it.
[film whirring]
He's seeing a man
in San Francisco,
he knows someone there
with money.
[car engine revving]
[tyres screeching]
I serve Galactus, and shall
do so forevermore.
[music builds]
As such be my destiny,
willingly do I accept it.
[dramatic music]
How much he will give you,
you think?
Enough for a bit.
What's the plan in Mexico,
when there's no more money?
Make more!
-[whispers] Is this yours?
-Sorry?
-Uh, yeah, it is.
-Can I have some?
Sure, no, have it all.
We steal it?
[slurping]
Who knows?
Why do you keep asking me all
these questions about things?
[exhales]
-Fuck it.
-Thanks.
-Let go!
-You're welcome.
[movie soundtrack builds]
Am I presentable?
What?
How do I look?
Fine.
Your tie's crooked.
It is.
Thanks.
[Vincent] Are you all right,
Mr. Clancy?
Never been better.
[humming]
[sigh]
[Alma]
No one's picking up!
You need
to go back upstairs.
-I need to do a lot of things.
-Hide him in the office.
It's time I started
calling you Maura.
-Let me handle her.
-Handle who?
Tank!
There you are, you CUNT!
[siren wailing on movie
soundtrack]
She's Tank?
What the FUCK did you say
to my cousin?
Now, now...
[grunts]
Let's discuss this.
Your cousin was trying
to burn down the cinema!
I'll fucking burn down
the cinema with you in it!
You stupid bastard!
[Earl laughs maniacally]
-What are you doing?
-No, Kate, I deserve this.
-[laughing] Come on!
-[Kate] Get your hands off him!
[Tank] Fucking stay out of it,
you!
[Earl] That's my daughter!
[tense music builds]
Get out.
You heard me!
Leave!
-Now!
-You fucker.
[shriek]
[banging]
[Mrs Healy]
Oh Jesus, he's dead!
Dad?
[Earls pants]
She ran into the door.
[Lyla] Oh, thank God.
[shivery breaths]
[distant jeering,
whistling]
[Mrs. Healy]
It's a power cut.
Will this night ever end?
Not to worry, Maura.
I have it all in hand.
[angry voices grow louder]
[dull thumping]
[whistling, booing]
[Earl] Settle down, please!
Come on now, everyone!
-[man] You're a thief, Clancy!
-Come on now, be quiet!
[woman] Thief!
Quiet, please!
Listen up there!
[booing,
jeering continues]
The film's nearly
over anyway.
-Boo!
-[Earl] Get it together!
He dies at the end!
Boo!
There's nothing I can do!
It's a power cut,
for God's sake!
Everywhere is out!
There's nothing I can do!
Shut up!
What am I supposed to do?
[jeering, whistling]
What am I supposed to do?
[jeering lessens]
[Earl sobs]
Dad...
What's wrong?
I can't--
Dad...
Please say something.
[tender music]
Dad, you're scaring me.
[Earl exhales]
Don't give up.
Please...
...don't give up.
[male voice singing]
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
[other voices join]
Can you hear me?
[audience sings]
Came back only yesterday
-Moving further away
-[someone whistles]
Want you near me
[harmony] All I needed
Was the love you gave
All I needed
For another day
And all I ever knew...
Only you
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da da dum, da da da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
Bah da da dum, da da da,
Bah da da dum
All I needed was
The love you gave
All I needed
For another day
And all I ever knew
Only you
Bah da, bah da,
Bah da da dum
[audience groaning,
booing]
-[man 1] Finish the film!
-[man 2] Put the film back on!
Go!
Finish the film!
[marching drum beat]
[audience cheering]
[music builds over drumbeat]
[cheering, whistling]
[applause]
-[high-pitched scream]
-[Woman] A rat!
[panicked voices]
[squeaking]
[projector whirring]
[actress's voice]
On one of those game shows.
Price is right?
No.
-[Alma] Oh here it comes!
-[Lyla] Jesus... okay.
Whoa!
[Lyla] Get out... get out!
You fuck.
-Fucking great!
-You've excelled yourself.
[sighs of relief]
[projector whirring]
[paper crumpling]
[effort grunts]
[melancholic music]
[soulful voice singing]
The sun don't shine for me
[chatter]
Anymore
[Vincent] Please, shhh, lads,
the film is still on.
Girl... that I love!
[plaintive song continues]
[Vincent] Ssssh!
This night will be one
for the books.
Jesus Christ.
What happened here?
We had a little drama.
-Drama? The state of you!
-[Alma] Here!
Your sleeve is
hanging off you.
I didn't even notice.
Well, sure, look,
that's... show business.
-[both chuckle]
-I know you want to move fast.
Ah, that fast enough
for you?
[Conway]
It's a purchase agreement.
[Earl] A purchase agreement?
Really?
Sign your name and I'll have
the funds in your account
first thing Monday morning.
Sooner if I'm able.
Right there.
Kate...
The film's nearly over.
Run up to the box
and turn up the dimmers
as soon as you see
the credits.
Right now?
Grab Vincent on the way.
Show him the ropes.
Really?
Yeah!
Teenagers.
Do you remember what you said
about the petrol station?
You said...
...the days of the fellow
with the single pumper gone!
I'm him, aren't I?
I'm that fella.
[chuckling]
Yeah, you're a dinosaur!
Sign your name,
for God's sake.
It came to me during
the blackout.
Everyone was singing.
First the balcony,
then downstairs,
one cinema, two halves.
Call me crazy,
but I'm beginning to think
I have a purpose here.
You know,
like the Silver Surfer.
Will someone tell me what
the fuck's he talking about?
A second screen. That's what
I'm talking about.
[music builds]
I'm going to put in
a second screen.
Is he fucking serious?
[giggling] I think he is.
If the business is evolving,
then I'm evolving with it.
Partner with me?
You'll be gone in a year.
I might be.
But they've been saying that
since the day we opened.
And here we are,
still around!
And still they come.
You know why?
[wearily]
You're about to tell me.
Because the cinema brings them
together for an experience
that's so much more
than the picture.
That's why they come!
And no video or whatever
else comes along,
none of it
can replace that.
It's a good business, Harry,
your words,
a good, cash business.
So's the petrol station!
Has anyone ever fallen in
love with a petrol station?
God's sake.
Do people laugh
and cry at the pumps?
-Ah, you've seen too many films.
-And you haven't seen enough!
-So...
-[paper rustling]
...thank you,
but no thank you.
Are you OK with this?
Yes, I am.
I like our chances,
actually,
especially with that new...
Siemens factory.
There'll be a lot more people
with a lot more money.
Ah, this is a real
stab in the back
after all I've done
for this family.
To hell with
the pair of you,
and to hell with this place.
-You're leaving, Harry?
-Ah, fuck the lot of you.
Well, he's lost my boat.
I said he'd do the right
thing, didn't I?
[Alma] You did Mrs. Healy,
you did.
[Lyla] Oh, the film's over.
[Mrs. Healy] No rest for
the wicked. Come on, ladies.
[Lyla] Still no sign of
the Sergeant.
[Mrs. Healy]
Useless, that fella.
[Woman] That was better
entertainment than the film.
You were wrong,
you know.
About what?
The man I've put on
a pedestal my whole life.
It wasn't, Dad.
It was you.
[door closing]
[hopeful music builds]
[audience chatter]
Goodnight!
-[man] Goodnight, Mr. Clancy.
-[woman] Night!
Night, thank you very much
Mr. Clancy.
-Goodnight.
-Thanks a million, Mr. Clancy.
[young man] Great film
Mr.Clancy, I really enjoyed it!
-Ah, thanks Mr. Clancy.
-Goodnight, now.
Goodnight, Mr. Clancy.
Cheers!
-See ya!
-Thanks a million, Mr. Clancy.
Goodnight!
[chatter, greetings]
[music builds]
All the best!
[music fades]
[latch clicking]
[light switch snapping]
[dynamic melody on piano]
[Vincent] It's actually not as
complicated as it looks.
[film reel clattering]
Not that it looks easy,
but it, you know...
It's good to have
a good teacher.
[handle cranking]
Uh, you're a good teacher,
is what I mean, like.
[door closing]
Uh, Mr. Clancy!
I need a new projectionist.
You interested?
-Me?
-Yes, you.
Uh, yes, I do.
I accept.
Sorry, yes, I accept.
Good.
Cause I'm going to teach
you in one weekend
what it took your predecessor
a month to learn.
And next week, you're gonna be
showing a film on your own.
Think you can handle that?
100 per cent. Absolutely.
Good.
Training begins tomorrow
morning, 10:00 a.m.
-Don't be late.
-I won't be.
You can go home now.
-I don't mind staying.
-Go home.
Right, sorry.
[door opening, closing]
You're taking next week off?
Yes.
Mrs. Healy can run
the place.
We should do something,
you and me.
Might have plans.
Oh...
Well, I'll talk to your
secretary.
-Careful, you'll snap the film.
-I'm doing it, ok?!
Fine, fine, fine.
I didn't sign.
I gathered.
Wait till you hear the rest.
-Tell me.
-No, I'll tell you in the car.
Come on.
[switch snapping]
[switch snapping]
Look at that...
...by the chip van.
That fecker who stole
the posters.
Guess he just loves
movies too much.
-Can we get chips?
-Absolutely not.
You realise,
you're paying back every penny,
you know that, right?
Take it out of my wages.
You don't get wages.
Well, then you better start
paying me.
[hopeful music]
Uhm... maybe we'll discuss
that over a cup of tea.
[digital watch beeps]
Come on, let's get out
of here.
I could murder
a cup of tea.
[door closing]
[door opening]
[switch snapping]
[door closing,
switch snapping]
[angry voices]
[siren blaring]
[Earl] I'm not responsible
for how you feel!
[Gerald] Go hide in your box!
[Earl] ...but I'm beginning
to think I have a purpose.
[Kate] Hurt people hurt,
father!
[Mrs. Healy] They're killing
other across the street.
-[Earl] He dies at the end!
-[Dickie] You're all witnesses.
[man shouting]
[Earl] That's why they come.
[actor]
Yeah, you tell 'em, surf man.
You tell 'em.
[playing "The Stranglers"]
Many people tell you that
They're your friend
You believe them
You need them
for what's round
The river bend
Make sure you're receiving
The signals they send
Cos brother
you've only got two hands
To lend
Maybe there's someone
Who makes you weep
And some nights loom up
Ahead when you're asleep
Some days there's things on
Your mind you should keep
Sometimes it's tougher
To look than to leap
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
One day the track that
You're climbing gets steep
Your emotions are frayed
And your nerves are
Starting to creep
Just remember the days as
Long as the time that you keep
Brother you better
watch out for the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
Watch out
For the skin deep
Better watch out
For the skin deep
[Goose Guy] I remember one
Christmas, a fella came in
here with a goose,
a live goose stuck up
under his jumper.
Anyway, two women came
in eating chips,
and they sit down next to him.
And after a few minutes,
didn't the goose stick his head
out of your man's trousers,
and the first woman spots
him and she says to her pal,
"Will you look at what's after
coming out your man's trousers?"
And her friend looks over
and she says,
"Ah sure, if you've seen
one, you've seen them all."
"I don't know about that,"
she says,
"I think this one's eating
my chips."
[crowd chuckling]
[music]
[music fades]