Last Exit to Brooklyn

Synopsis: Taken from Hubert Selby, Jr.'s controversial novel. A gallery of characters in Brooklyn in the 1950s are crushed by their surroundings and selves: a union strike leader discovers he is gay; a prostitute falls in love with one of her clients; a family cannot cope with the fact that their daughter is illegitimately pregnant.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Uli Edel
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  6 wins.
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min


Don't bullshit me, you bastard.

I know you scored,

now give me half a buck.

You know something.

You're worse than a leech.

A leech you can get rid of.

You don't go for nothing.

I don't even got

a pack of cigarettes.

Don't tell me, I ain't your

father. Hey, we're home...

- You cheap motherf***er. - Look,

go tell your troubles to Jesus

- and stop breaking my balls.

- I'll break your balls.

Go get her, little boy.

Hey. Don't y'all know you're

not to f*** girls on the street.

Hey! Go f*** your mother.

I hear she's a good hump.

Cotton picking doggies.

We'll cut your n*gger

loving heart out.

Hey, why don't we just get

ourselves back to the base?

Let's get the bastards.

Go! Go!

Run motherfuckers!

Yeah, let's kick their asses.

No! No!


Please, please,

I don't wanna fight!

Hey, Al, hold him.


Get up!

What are you looking at?


Yeah, hold it right there.

Come on, up against the car.

Oh, my God!

- Don't look too good.

Everybody shut up!

Now, what's going on?

I asked you what's going on here.

Those goddamn yankees like

to kill our buddy here.

There's nothing wrong with him.

He's only fooling.

If he's fooling, he's

one hell of an actor.

Shut up! Now what the

hell is this all about?

They insulted my wife.

What wife?

Right over there.

Tralala, come here.

See, we were standing

on the corner talking,

when these three army creeps started

making obscene remarks to my wife.

I told them to shut up,

to defend her honor.

Then they attacked me.

Ain't that right?

Yeah, they insulted me.

God damn drunks.

You dirty whore! How

could you be insulted?


Take it easy. And you better

watch your mouth, soldier.

All you goddamn yankees

are the same.

Bunch a no-good n*gger-loving

bastards. That's all you are.

If you don't shut up right now, I'll lock

you up and your friends along with you.

Anyone here see anything?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

I'm in charge of the strike

office right up the street.

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah, it's what he said.

They started it.

They insulted his wife.

- They came over started up the

fight. - Okay, okay. Shut up!

Get back to the base and have

someone look after your friend.

And you beat it!

If I see any of you punks in a fight

again, I'll personally split your skulls!

- Get outta here.

- You're ugly, Tony.

Harry, why have you got

all this beer here?

'Cause I ordered it, that's why.

Big shot, huh?

Hey! Whatever I want, I order it

and the union pays for it.

We're a big union,

you know what I mean.

Look at this, we're

in the paper every day.

Hey, Harry, is the union planning

on playing a little baseball here, eh?

Hey, show Harry your clipping.

Oh, Christ, again?

I run the whole

show around here.

I'm on the payroll and I got

an expense sheet, too...

Harry, take a look at this.

You know I'm making more now,

than when we was working.

And it's tax free and the wife

don't know nothing about it, eh?

Eh, the three guys that got shot

sticking up that store?

Vin did time with

them up at the EI.

This guy right here,

the one the cops killed.

He was my boy.

We just got out together last week

and he already made the front page.

Hey, what about that half buck?

Hey, go f*** yourself.

I defended your honor, didn't I?

- I'll have one.

- Yeah, me too.

Hey, hey, don't f*** around here.

That's union property.

Think fast!

Come on, drink up, eh!

The brewery needs the barrels.

I'll have one.

Yeah, me too.

So, bring your glasses over here.

Excuse me.

Do you know where Vincent is?


You were saying?

Vinnie and the other guys,

they left a little while ago.

If you see him, would you tell him,

Georgette is looking for him.

Thank you.

Anything new with

the strike today?


Why don't we go

to bed Harry, huh?

No, you go on,

I wanna watch this.


You asleep?


Donna, open the door, right now.


What are you yelling about?

I gotta piss so bad

my teeth are floating!

Will you quit yelling?

Come on, come on, this is

killing me. Killing me!

Joe, stop yelling, the neighbors

are gonna complain, huh?


Knock it off, Joe, come on.

Eddie, hey, hey, hey,

stop playing with that food.

Why? I like it.

Hey, you've got to eat that.

Put the meat down,

Eddie. Put it down.


Oh! That's good.

The pause that refreshes.

Momma. Momma, look

what Daddy is doing.

Come on, you're giving me a

headache. Will you please now...

Come on, let's go. Go sit down.

Be quiet, all right.

What the hell's

going on up there?

You see, you see! I told you,

they'd start complaining.

What's the idea of throwing

water out the window?

It splashed all over my kids!

What? What water?

You threw water down,

now my goddamn kids are soaked!

What are you talking about?

Nobody's throwing no water outta here!

You got a lot of goddamn...

Crazy neighbors.

Oh, what you doing

in there all day, hey?

- Hey, hey! Don't you hit her in

her condition. - What condition?

What are you talking

about condition?

- What the hell is going on here?

- There...

There! Now you know.

- Know what?

- What does it look like?

What, you think,

she is just fat?

What are you saying here?

What are you saying?

What, are you stupid?

But she is fat!

- She is fat and she's a virgin.

- Not no more she ain't.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

O Mary, mother of God.

- Eddie, go to your room.

- I don't wanna.

- I said go to your room.

Come on, or I'll break your arm.

Come on, get in there.

Donna, Donna,

who did this to you?

Leave her alone.

It happened, it happened.

Donna, I know you had nothing

to do with this, baby.

All we wanna know is who did it?

- Who did it? Who!

Stop it.

Stop it now!


Was it Tommy with the bike?

Now, who the hell is

"Tommy with the bike"?

Hey, Tom.

Men, you have my word.

It won't be much longer now.

We don't believe you, city-boy.

We're sick of all this bullshit!

My family is starving!

God damn it! I had to sell my home!

You'll buy it back.

I guarantee you.

Now look, we know for a fact

that they got a shipment due

that our picketing has cut off,

and it's killing them.

It's killing us, too!

Management can't

hold out much longer.

You've been saying the same

thing for six goddamn months!

You wanna give in now?

Is that what you want?

No, we wanna work!

That's what we want!

You wanna go back

to your wife and kids

and tell them that this whole six

months has been for nothing?


No way, never.

Because if you give in now, you know

what those bastards are gonna do?

They're gonna grind

your faces in it.

F***ing right!

Now look, listen to me.

They're trying to break our backs.

But we can't cave in now.

We gotta be out there

24 hours a day,

seven days a week

and make sure that not one truck

goes in or out of that factory!

And if those bastards try to shove some

belly robbing contract down our throats

or try to push one of their trucks

past our lines,

there is only one thing we can do.

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Desmond Nakano

Desmond Nakano (born 1953) is an American film director, screenwriter, film score composer, and actor. He is Sansei, or third-generation Japanese American. He directed the feature films, White Man's Burden (1995) and American Pastime (2007). His writing credits include the screenplays for the dramatic feature films Last Exit to Brooklyn (1989), American Me (1992), White Man's Burden, and American Pastime. more…

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