Moontide

Synopsis: After a drunken binge on the San Pablo waterfront, longshoreman Bobo fears he may have killed a man. In his uncertainty, he takes a job on an isolated bait barge. That night, he rescues lovely Anna from a watery suicide attempt and installs her on the barge. But Tiny, Bobo's longtime pal and parasite, hopes to drive Anna away before domestic bliss tears Bobo away from him; the still unsolved murder may be just the wedge Tiny needs. There's fog on the water and evil brewing...
Director(s): Archie Mayo, Fritz Lang
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 2 wins.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Year:
1942
94 min
9 Views

One manhattan, one alexander

and one champagne cocktail.

- What did you say?

- One manhattan, one alexander...

and one champagne cocktail.

- How long have you been working here?

- Today's my first day.

And who asked for

those high-class drinks?

Them high-class jerks.

One manhattan, one alexander

and one champagne cocktail.

Hey, you.

Did you see a guy named Bobo?

One manhattan, one alexander...

and here we have

one champagne cocktail.

This place is run with class.

And anybody wants to make anything

out of it, spit right in his eye.

- Draw four!

- Listen.

- I'm looking for somebody. I'm in a hurry.

- Oh, in a hurry. In a hurry.

- Well, what can I do for you, young fella?

- A guy named Bobo- a dockworker.

- Did you see him in here tonight?

- This is Saturday.

I don't know every dockworker

comes in here Saturday.

Look. He's a French guy.

He was in here last night too.

So I didn't know him last night either.

Does that satisfy you?

I don't think it will. This young

man is going to be hard to satisfy.

Who asked you to butt in?

- Wise guy, eh?

- Well, I may be wrong...

- but it seems to me that you're

the one who butted in. - Ah, ya-

Look at ya.

You're tight now.

Hey!

- Where you been?

- Eh?

Bobo. Where you been?

- Ah!

- If you must know, drinking with friends.

- Friends?

- Yeah.

- Hey. What friends?

- I'm sorry, but I saw no reason for asking their names.

- Oh, now look. Bobo-

- Hey.

- What do you do for a living?

- Who, me?

- Yeah.

- I'm a bartender.

Then earn your living.

Give me whiskey. But hey.

Not the little glass.

This one.

- Big one.

- What? All whiskey?

Sure. All whiskey.

Here. Bobo.

Ain't ya had enough?

Look. You asked me

to meet you at half past 8:00.

Well, it's half past 10:00 now.

Quarter of 11:
00.

- Yeah.

- Hey, well, that job.

The guy wants to meet us at 12:00.

He's pulling out for San Diego.

Yeah, but it's a good job, Bobo.

A good job.

- You understand?

- Mm-hmm.

That's a good dock, San Diego.

Good dough.

Hey, Bobo.

Take it easy.

No. Not me.

Now, will you let up like I tell ya?

No.

This is Tiny.

Tiny's trouble is he hurries.

He wants to go away.

So do I.

But I'm never in such a hurry as Tiny.

That's all.

What's the use?

I line him up for a good job, and look.

- Hey.

- Beat it.

Beat it?

You got a lot of nerve.

Beat it.

- You like me?

- Sure.

That's fine. First we have to have drinks.

That's right, isn't it?

- All right. I'll take a beer.

- Sure. Waiter.

She wants two beers,

and I want two whiskeys.

Two beers and two whiskeys.

I like you.

And...

I like your dress too.

You with anybody?

Well, I'm with you, ain't I?

Now, yeah, but I mean later.

Oh, I got somebody to take me home,

if that's what you mean.

- That's what I mean.

- Yeah, I got somebody. Mac always takes me.

Well, maybe we can, you know

- we can make a plan to get rid of this Mr. Mac.

- Oh, I couldn't do that.

- Why?

No, I couldn't. You don't know Mac.

He's my steady. He gets awful mad.

And I don't blame him, darling.

I'd get mad too.

Ah. I have it.

This is very clever.

Go and say...

"Some fella named Bobo

wants to take me home...

and I'm going to

let him take me home. "

- That's what.

- Who's gonna take who home?

Oh, no, Mac.

Everything's all right.

Oh, this is Mr. Mac. We were just talking

about you. Sit down. Have a drink with us.

That's my dame you're trying to chisel,

and I don't like it. Get up.

"Chisel"?

What's that, "chisel"?

Oh, now, don't hit him, Mac.

It's Saturday night.

I said get up!

Why, you big lug!

Gee, Mac, did he hurt you, honey?

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