Angels Fall

Synopsis: Running out of transportation - and financial means, when her car breaks down in a Rockies town, former Boston chef Reese Gilmore accepts a diner cook's job at least until she can afford the spare parts which may takes weeks to arrive anyway. She resist the owner's womanizing son, handsome romantic ranch-hand Lohario 'Lo', but gets on kissing terms with grumpy recluse author and former city reporter Brody. She needs help to and after reporting to sheriff Rick Marsden she vaguely saw an apparent murder. No woman's corps is found, and her own psychiatric past is revealed.
Director(s): Ralph Hemecker
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
90 min



This thing's a mess.

Looks like she blew a gasket.

What do you think?

Yeah, well, I don't know.

You heading into the park?

I was but my car had other plans.

Yeah, looks like you got yourself

a blown head gasket.

How much do you think that will cost?

It's gonna be a couple of hundred dollars.

And I gotta order the part in from Jackson,

so that's gonna take a few days as well.

- A few days?

- Is there a problem with that?

You gotta understand,

Angels Fall is a small town.

Yeah, served by stagecoach delivery,


Sorry, I just wasn't expecting to stay.

If you need a motel,

the Mayfield's just down a ways.

Clean, it's got reasonable rates.

Well, reasonable is right in my price range.

- Thanks, Mr...

- Drubber. Mac Drubber. Call me Mac.

Lynt can give you a ride.

He's going right by the Mayfield.

No. You know what?

I've done enough driving.

It's probably better that I walk.

I can drop your bags off

down at the motel for you.


Both of you, thanks. Bye.

- Pretty thing.

- Yeah. No meat on her, though.

Women nowadays, you know,

they just starve off all the curves.

Meatloaf's the special today.

Comes with mashed potatoes,

green beans and a biscuit.

I'll just have tea, thanks.

You looking to make some money?

I saw you staring at the sign.

I'm just passing through.

Are you really looking for a cook?

Old one got fired a couple of days ago.

- Joanie.

- What?

Someone here on the job.

She's the owner.

- I'm Linda-Gail, by the way.

- I'm Reece.

I saw your sign in the window.

- Reece what?

- Gilmore.

- You cook, Reece Gilmore?

- Yes.

For a living, or just to put

something in your mouth?


- Where you from?

- Boston.

Long way to come to look for a job.

My car broke down,

so I'm kind of stuck here.

How long you been on the road?

Is this relevant?

A little over a year.

Maybe it's time you got stuck somewhere.

Next order, steak sandwich, medium well,

fried onions, mushrooms, fries and slaw.

If Doc doesn't drop dead after eating

what you cook, you got the job.

Come around the back.


Order up!

Ruben, club san, two side salads.

Make it quick.

I'll pay you $8 an hour.

We open at 6:

so you need to be here at 6:00.

We serve breakfast all day.

Joanie, I'm only staying

until my car is fixed.

Well, then what? How far

are you gonna get with no money?

You wouldn't be wanting a job

if you were flush.

Lunch is 11:
00 to 3:00. Dinner's 5:00 to 7:00.

Last shift, cook cleans the stove,

the grill and does the lock-down.

I don't pay overtime.

Now, there's an apartment

behind the restaurant.

It ain't much, but if you want it,

I'll deduct the rent from your pay.

I can't close.

I can open. I can work any shift.

I can work doubles, I just...

I can't close. I'm sorry.

- Afraid of the dark?

- Something like that.

Well, fair enough.

What about the apartment?

I'm gonna check into the Mayfield.

Well, you go get yourself settled there.

You always hire strangers?

Well, everyone's a stranger,

one time or another.

Have something to eat, on the house.

- You need your room done?

- No, thanks.

Busier than usual for a Saturday afternoon.

Everyone's here to check out the new cook.



Even the sheriff's taking a look.

Some of us have a bet going.

Pete thinks you're on the run from the law.

Mac thinks there's an abusive husband.

Me? I think you

got your heart broke back East.

- Any of us hit?

- Nope, sorry.

Just at loose ends, traveling.

Something in there.

To my eye, you got heartbreak

written all over you.

Speaking of heartbreakers.

His name's Brody.

Comes in three times a week. Tips 20%.

- He's a writer.

- What kind?

Folks say he worked for a paper

in Chicago as a reporter but got fired.

Now he writes mystery books.

Where did you learn to cook like that,

young lady?

The Culinary Institute in Vermont.

And a year in Paris.

- It's Reece.

- I'll be back for breakfast.

Thanks, Doc.

- See you, Doc.

- See you, Doc.

Thank you.

Hey, there. You must be the new girl.

You're in my way.

Feisty new girl.

- Reece.

- Reece.

Girl with a guy's name. I like that.

William Butler.

Works out at the Circle K Ranch.

He goes by Lo, short for "Lothario,"

which he got labeled with

when he was a teenager

and proceeded in making it his life's work

to bed every female within 100 miles.

- And you're telling me this because...

- Well, he's come here to have a look at you.

I can't imagine

there's much to see right now.

You're young, female, as far as it goes,

unattached. That's all it takes.

Well, don't worry. I'm not looking for a man,

temporarily or permanently,

and especially one

who uses his prick as a compass.

- William.

- Ma.

- Hey, Brody.

- Hey, Mac.

- What do you think of Joanie's new cook?

- The food's good.

Not what I meant.

Car broke down, she's putting up at motel.

Pays cash by the day.

No credit cards could mean

she doesn't want to leave a trail.

10 bucks, he sweet-talks her

and beds her within a week.

I'll take your bet, just so it costs you.

Heading home?

- You're kind of jumpy.

- No. Yeah, I didn't see you.

Mind if I walk with you?

I'm fine.

We could go grab a beer.

You could tell me your life story.

My life story isn't worth the price of a drink.

You're a tough sell.

Maybe we'll do it some other time. Yeah?

That would be great.

- I'll hold you to that.

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