Smoke
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 112 min
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1.EXT:
DAY. ELEVATED SUBWAY TRAINAgainst the backdrop of the Manhattan skyline, we see an elevated
subway train heading toward Brooklyn.
After a moment, we begin to hear voices. An animated discussion is
taking place inside the Brooklyn Cigar Company.
2. INT:
DAY. THE BROOKLYN CIGAR CO.The cigar shop from within. Displays of cigar boxes, a wall of
magazines, piles of newspapers. cigarettes, smoking paraphernalia. On
the walls, we see framed black-and-white photographs of people smoking
cigars:
Groucho Marx, George Burns, Clint Eastwood, Edward G. Robinson,Orson Welles, Charles Laughton, Frankenstein's monster, Leslie Caron,
Ernie Kovacs.
Words appear on the screen: "SUMMER 1990."
AUGGIE WREN is behind the counter. Somewhere between forty and fifty
years old, AUGGIE is a scruffy presence: unkempt hair, a two-day
stubble of beard, dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. We see an
intricate tattoo on one arm.
It is a slow hour. AUGGIE is flipping through a photography magazine.
Near the counter are the three OTB MEN. These are local characters who
like to hang out in the store, shooting the breeze with AUGGIE. One is
black (TOMMY) and the other two are white (JERRY and DENNIS). DENNIS
wears a T-shirt with the following words printed across the front: "If
life is a dream, what happens when I wake up?"
TOMMY:
I'll tell you why they're not going anywhere.
JERRY:
Yeah? And why is that?
TOMMY:
Management. Those guys are walking around with
DENNIS:
They made some great deals. Tommy. Hernandez.
Carter. Without those two, there never woulda
been no World Series.
TOMMY:
That was four years ago. I'm talking about now.
(Growing more intense)
Look who they got rid of. Mitchell. Backman.
McDowell. Dykstra. Aguillera. Mookie. Mookie
Wilson, for Chrissakes.
(Shakes his head)
JERRY:
(Sarcastically)
And Nolan Ryan. Don't forget him.
DENNIS:
(Chiming in)
Yeah. And Amos Otis.
TOMMY:
(Shrugs)
Okay, joke about it. I don't give a sh*t.
JERRY:
Jesus, Tommy, it ain't science, you know. You
got your good trades and your bad trades.
That's how it works.
TOMMY:
They didn't have to do a thing, that's all I'm
saying. The team was good, the best f***ing
team in baseball. But then they had to screw it
up.
(Pause)
They traded their birthright for a mess of
porridge.
(Shakes his head)
A mess of porridge.
The bells on the door jangle as someone enters. It is AUGGIE'S protégé,
JIMMY ROSE, a mentally retarded man in his late twenties. He has been
sweeping the sidewalk outside the store and holds a broom in his right
hand.
AUGGIE:
How'd you do out there, Jimmy?
JIMMY:
Good, Auggie. Real good.
(Proudly thrusts out broom)
All finished.
AUGGIE:
(Philosophically)
It'll never be finished.
JIMMY:
(Confused)
Huh?
AUGGIE:
That's how it is with sidewalks. People come,
people go, and they all drop sh*t on the
ground. As soon as you clean up one spot and
move on to the next, the first spot is dirty
again.
JIMMY:
(Trying to digest AUGGIE'S comment)
I just do what you tell me, Auggie. You tell me
to sweep, so I sweep.
The bells on the door jangle again, and a customer enters the store: a
middle-class man in his early thirties. He walks to the counter as
JERRY teases JIMMY. In the background, we see him talking to AUGGIE.
AUGGIE pulls some cigar boxes out of the display case and puts them on
the counter for the YOUNG MAN to inspect. In the foreground we see:
JERRY:
(Interrupting. Playfully)
Hey, Jimmy. You got the time?
JIMMY:
(Turning to the SECOND OTB MAN)
Huh?
JERRY:
You still have that watch Auggie gave you?
JIMMY:
(Holds up left wrist showing
cheap digital watch. Smiles)
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
JERRY:
So what's the time?
JIMMY:
(Studying watch)
Twelve-eleven.
(Pause, marveling as
the numbers change)
Twelve-twelve.
(Looks up, smiling)
Twelve-twelve.
A sudden outburst is heard from the area near the counter.
YOUNG MAN:
(Aghast)
Ninety-two dollars?
The focus of the scene shifts to AUGGIE and the YOUNG MAN.
AUGGIE:
They don't come cheap, son. These little honeys
are works of art. Rolled by hand in a tropical
climate, most likely by an eighteen year old
girl in a thin cotton dress with no underwear
on. Little beads of sweat forming in her naked
cleavage. The smooth, delicate fingers nimbly
turning out one masterpiece after another...
YOUNG MAN:
(Pointing)
And how much are these?
AUGGIE:
Seventy-eight dollars. The girl who rolled these
YOUNG MAN:
(Pointing)
And these?
AUGGIE:
Fifty-six. That girl had on a corset.
YOUNG MAN:
(Pointing)
And these?
AUGGIE:
Forty-four. They're on special this week from
the Canary Islands. A real bargain.
YOUNG MAN:
I think I'll take them.
(Takes wallet from his pocket
hands to AUGGIE)
AUGGIE:
A good choice. You wouldn't want to celebrate
the birth of your firstborn with a box of
stinkers, would you? Remember to keep them in
the refrigerator until you hand them out.
YOUNG MAN:
The refrigerator?
AUGGIE:
It'll keep them fresh. If they get too dry,
they'll break. And you don't want that to
happen, do you?
(Putting cigar box into a bag,
ringing up sale on the cash register)
Tobacco is a plant, and it needs the same
loving care you'd give an orchid.
YOUNG MAN:
Thanks for the tip.
AUGGIE:
Any time. And congratulations to you and your
wife. Just remember, though, in the immortal
words of Rudyard Kipling: "A woman is just a
woman, but a cigar is a smoke.
YOUNG MAN:
(Confused)
What does that mean?
AUGGIE:
Damned if I know. But it has a nice ring to it,
don't it?
At that moment, we hear the bells on the door jangle again. Cut to the
door. Another customer enters the store: PAUL BENJAMIN. He is in his
early forties, dressed in rumpled casual clothes. As he approaches the
counter, the YOUNG MAN brushes past him and leaves the store. The OTB
MEN and JIMMY look on as PAUL and AUGGIE talk.
PAUL:
Hey, Auggie. How's it going?
AUGGIE:
Hey, man. Good to see you. What'll it be today?
PAUL:
Two tins of Schimmelpennincks. And throw in a
lighter while you're at it.
AUGGIE:
(Reaching for cigars and lighter)
The boys and I were just having a philosophical
discussion about women and cigars. Some
interesting connections there, don't you think?
PAUL:
(Laughs)
Definitely.
(Pause)
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