Little Odessa

Synopsis: This film tells a bitter tale of a dysfunctional family. Joshua, a cold-blooded professional killer, returns to his Brighton Beach boyhood home for a "job." He knows it will be difficult to return to the Russian-immigrant community of his youth--in his eyes, we see anticipation of the inevitable emotional pain and psychic turmoil that seeing his forsaken family and estranged companions will bring him. To do his job, and try to maintain some semblence of sanity, he has had to wall off his humanity from even himself. Seeing his kid brother, who adores him, talking with his dying mother, who still loves him, and yes, arguing with his abusive father, begins to wreak havoc with his personal defenses. As his steely demeanor begins to dissolve, we are shown the soul of a hit-man crumbling away, piece by piece. Finally, all that he now allows himself to admit that he loves is agonizingly torn away from him and he is left with the ultimate punishment for his transgressions.
Genre: Crime, Drama
Director(s): James Gray
Production: Live Home Video
  4 wins & 6 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
98 min


- Hello?

- It's me. It's done.

I need you in Brooklyn.

An Iranian jeweler

is giving me problems.

He needs to disappear.

He's here in Little Odessa.

Brooklyn's no good for me.

You know that.

You owe us a debt.

It's important.

Don't you want to see

the old neighborhood again?

I'll call you when I get there.

I'm taking you in, Lee.

Not a chance.

Come on out. Or do I have

to come in and get you?

- That's the whole story, Arch.

- All of it?

You didn't kill him.

I did.

Long time ago.

The day I looked away

and hoped he'd change.

I'll have to tell Jen.

I'd like to tell her myself.

- So, is that it?

- That's it.

Hold the doors.



Reuben, get the tea.

It's me, Ma.


That will kill you.

- Did you get the syrup?

- Hmm?

I forgot, sorry.

How is Mama?

She all right?

You shouldn't smoke.

Holy sh*t.

What the f*** is he doing here?

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

- Come on. Get out of the car.

- What are you doing?

- Get out of the car!

- What are you doing?!

Son of a b*tch.


- You're late.

- I know. I was with Mom.

I am going to be gone

for awhile, all right?

- Okay.

- Finish counting the pennies

and put them in a box.


What is it?

- Is he gone?

- Yeah.

If I let you in on something..

- promise to keep it a secret?

- Sure.

Don't say "sure," this is big.

Okay. What is it?

- I can't tell you.

- Come on. You can't say that.


Well, it's gonna cost you.

How much?


The cigarettes right there.

- Those? Okay, how about one?

- No.

- Two cartons every week.

- Fine, fine, man. What is it?

You never heard this

from me, understood?

- Yeah.

- You tell anybody, you go to the dump.

- I know. All right, what is it?

- Your brother's here.

In Brooklyn.

Where is he?

I saw him go into the Metropole

in Queens.

That's all I can say, kid.

Shh! Shh!

Go to bed.

Go back to bed.

Close the door.

She will be all right.



Josh. Hey.

It's me.

Get out of here.

Okay, then we'll meet later.

It's not safe.

Then we'll meet later,

somewhere else.

I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

You look good, though.

You're growing.

Mom's gonna die.

She's got a brain tumor.

- Does Pop still work at the stand?

- Yeah.

Be on the boardwalk,

near Nathan's

- tomorrow at 4:

- Okay.

Come here.

How'd you know I was here?

I won't do anything.

Just tell me.

Sasha Ronov told me.

Nobody can know I'm here.

Not your friends, not any

other relatives, nobody.

Don't discuss it with Sasha

or anybody else.

- Okay.

- Okay?

See you tomorrow.

F***ing Mickey Mouse.

- Who'd you tell about me?

- Nobody.

Don't insult me or I'll cut it off!

I told your brother

and the guys.

I told Victor and Yuri,

but they won't say anything.

- Yuri still run the station?

- Yeah.

You going there now?

Get up!

Get the f*** up!

Let's go.

Volkoff's looking for you.

I know that.

This a**hole picked

the wrong f***ing time

to be hanging around my house.

Bad f***ing luck.

He wants you bad.

He comes around all the time

asking where you are.

We got a problem.

You all know I'm here

and that's a problem.

We're gonna work together.

Don't worry, I've got

some money for you.

What if we don't want to help?


- Hey!

- Hey, Ma.

I haven't had much to say.

You were always so quiet.

Aw, so introverted.

You don't go out with girls?

Uh, none of them

will go out with me.

Oh, no you mustn't say that.

Why, don't say that.

Oh, you're beautiful.

- You think I'm beautiful.

- Yes.

Stop it!

Reuben, you are beautiful.

What's the matter?


I know.

I love you too.

Ma, does it hurt?


It's f***ing..

it's f***ing cold out here.

So you're gonna tell me

about Ma?

She got sick

like five months ago.

- What happened?

- She got some headaches.

They said she'd be dead by now.

- Nathan's.

- Oh.

- You bar mitzvahed?

- Yeah.

- You get a lot of money?

- Not too much.

You can make a lot of money

from those things, you know?

All your friends bring you money..

all your relatives.

- You got friends?

- They're all schwartzes.

What about the girls?

They're schwartzes too.

Pop says not to hang with them.

I wanna come home and see Ma.

They think you're dead.

What'd you do?

- Did some things.

- There's a lot of rumors.

Biggest killer

in the world's a rumor.


should be called "Rumors."

- How you doing, you okay?

- Mm-hmm.

We'll do something this week.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go home now.

Son of a b*tch.

I'll race you.

Don't worry.

She doesn't look so bad.

Grandma, calm down.

Come on, Josh.

It's no big deal.

Come on.

Did you let him in?

Did you let him in?

He gets what I got, is that it?

- Come on, Josh.

- Don't you f***ing hit him!

Get out of my house.

- Get out of my house..

- Josh! Come on!

Or I swear to you, you'll get belted.

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

Get out of my house!

- You f***ing man.

- F*** you!

- Get out of my house.

- I'll f***ing kill you!

You f***ing lay a hand on me!

Get out.

Get out, I said!



You go to your room!

Alla Shustervich.

Alla Shustervich.

It's Joshua Shapira.

What do you want from me?

I wanted to see you.

But I didn't do anything.

I know that.

How you doing?

I'm gonna go home now.

I heard about your pop.

- I'm sorry.

- Heard about you.

Couldn't come here anymore,

if that's what you mean.

Then why are you here?

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote

James Gray

All James Gray scripts | James Gray Scripts

1 fan

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "Little Odessa" STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 17 Jun 2024. <>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    Little Odessa


    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.