State of Grace Page #2
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- Year:
- 1990
- 134 min
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- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Jackie, where the hell were you?
- Kate.
I waited for you. You said you'd come by.
- When?
- You don't remember?
- At my apartment.
- You shouldn't have moved so far away.
She moved all the f***ing way
uptown. Who can get there?
Oh, right. You get above the 50s,
you get disoriented.
Hello, Kathleen.
- Well.
- It's Terry Noonan. He showed up.
- Look what the cat dragged in.
- How are you?
I thought you were...
Where did we think he was?
Nobody knew.
So, you got nostalgic for mayhem?
Yeah, he just appeared.
It's like angels were flying by,
so they dropped him off.
- What?
- What do you mean, what?
You've got this look. What's this look?
Trying to remember how I feel about you.
- That hard?
- Yeah, right.
- I think I'm pissed.
- Yeah, you guys were, you know.
Young. Very young.
She cried a lot when you went away.
My poor little sister.
She cried every night, praying
to the rosary you'd come back.
- You broke her heart, Terry.
- You're an a**hole, Jackie.
- What did I do?
- I gotta go.
Stay. Have some coffee.
- You just got here.
- I gotta go to work.
Come on. I never see you.
Just for a minute.
- What did he want to know?
She works up at the Regent Hotel.
Ashtray in the lobby
costs more than my car.
It's a supernatural event for her
to come down here amongst us.
So, what was it I forgot?
You said it would be no trouble
doing that favour I asked you.
My car got hit by a cab.
I used up all my money to pay for it.
- I have nothing to live on till payday.
- I can loan you right now.
She likes our money,
but not the way we get it.
Why don't you keep it?
Keep your money.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.
Sometimes my feelings get hurt too,
you know? The way you snub us.
Take the money, Kathleen.
- Come on, take it.
- All right. Thank you, Jackie.
You're welcome.
So, Terry.
- You just passin' through?
- No. He's coming home.
We're trying to work something out.
If you get above the 40s,
maybe you'll run into me.
It could happen. Right?
- Be up to the angels, I guess.
- Them fucks.
- Well, nice to see you... I guess.
- Same.
My mother-in-law's got
- She's got a foot thing.
- She's in the hospital.
It isn't up to me, all right?
Hey, Stevie! I got a surprise for you!
Don't bother me. I'm negotiatin'.
- Hey, negotiator!
- I don't believe this!
Terry f***in' Noonan!
- Where the f*** have you been?
- F***, look at you.
Scary Terry. What the f*** is this?
- You go to the seminary? You don't write.
- He's bigger than me now.
- It's been a long time.
- Ten years.
- 12 years.
- We're doin' business.
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