Clash by Night
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:06:00
Chop them up, old men,
chop them up like bait.

:06:03
Coffee. And a brandy.
:06:06
Better make it whiskey, lady.
:06:22
I thought when I heard music it was you.
Now, come on home, Papa. Let's go home.

:06:25
- Oh, home.
- No, no, no.

:06:27
What's home? Sit thinking.
:06:29
No wife, no music. It's nothing, home.
:06:32
- Why don't you take up golf.
- Why don't you shut up.

:06:34
Now, come on home, Papa,
and don't make no trouble.

:06:37
Come on, now.
:06:40
Now look what you did.
:06:41
Oh, excuse, it's a mistake.
:06:43
Oh, you're always making mistakes.
I'm sorry, miss.

:06:46
If you'd stay home like I told you,
nothing would happen.

:06:53
Hey, ain't you Mae Doyle?
:06:56
Yes.
:06:58
Papa, you remember Mae.
Mae Doyle, Joe's sister.

:07:01
I guess you don't
remember me, huh, Mae?

:07:05
I don't remember a lot of things.
:07:08
Guess I took on a little beef.
:07:10
Jerry D'Amato.
:07:12
Joe works on my boat.
:07:16
- In the morning?
- Only when I have a cold.

:07:18
- How much?
- A dollar even.

:07:20
You coming home to stay?
:07:22
- For a while.
- There ain't nothing like home, is there?

:07:26
That's what they say.
:07:32
Nephew, I didn't have me eyes closed
a second when... he's out of the house.

:07:35
- All right, Uncle Vince.
- I'm trying to get a few winks.

:07:38
- I'm so worn out.
- I know.

:07:39
- Come on, Papa.
- I'm worn out taking care of him.

:07:42
I said to myself, my nephew
would be hopping mad.

:07:45
Blaming me as usual.
The old gent gets tanked and...


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