Night and the City

Synopsis: Robert DeNiro and Jessica Lange are the most impossible couple. He's a failed lawyer. She's a common waitress. Together they get in a downward spiral, as they can't seem to deal with their problems. The lawyer just failed winning a case in court against a famous boxing organizer and he wants revenge by catching the organizer on his own territory: boxing. Although he knows nothing about boxing, with his fine talk he finds the help of a couple of people like the brother of his new enemy. But the relationship with his waitress doesn't make things double as hard.

Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama

Director(s): Irwin Winkler

Actors: Robert De Niro, Jessica Lange, Cliff Gorman, Alan King

Production: Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment


IMDB:: 5.8
Metacritic:: 61
Rotten Tomatoes:: 67%

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: R
Year:: 1992
: 105 min
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Uno, dos. One, two,
tres, cuatro...
Jesus Christ!
Hey!
Wooly bully
Watch it, now, watch it
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it!
Here we go, here we go
Watch it, now,
he'll get you
Matty told Hatty
"Hello, Mr. Fabian!
How are you?"
I'm fair, and yourself?
Had two big horns
Pull 400. That's the
daily max, right?
No, Manhattan lets you pull five.
Take out five, motherfucker!
Five? Jesus Christ, do it yourself.
Be my guest.
Just do it!
Wooly bully
Know what I mean, chief?
Shit! F*ck!
Fuckin' New York.
Hatty told Matty
Jesus, what is this city coming to?
I can't even deposit a few bucks.
Let's not be L-seven
Come and learn to dance
Wooly bully
Wooly bully
Wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Watch it, now, watch it,
watch it, watch it
Yeah, yeah
Right, right, right
Hey, Harry, how you doin'?
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, baby.
Hey, Fabian,
Fabian, you got a phone call.
Thank you.
I lost my wife because
of you, you Jew bastard!
- You piece of shit!
- Let me go!
- Motherfucker! Cocksucker!
- Get your hands off me!
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you,
you motherfucker!
How'd you screw up this case today?!
Get him off me, get him off me!
Fucking bastard! Fucker...
It's your own fault, asshole!
You say a fuckin' lot, cocksucker!
I'll kill you, man!
What kind of fuckin' lawyer...
F*ck you.
What kind of fuckin' lawyer are you, man?
The only kind you can
afford, you cheap bastard.
All right, you're going with us.
You want me?
You want me?
Let me go.
Let me go.
I want my wife back,
you aimless piece of shit!
I'll rip his fuckin' lungs out.
Come on, man, let me go, let me go.
- Come on, come on.
- Get in there!
- You want me?
- All you fucking sleazebag lawyers are the same!
And I'm not Jewish!
What the hell was that?
What an animal. For this
I went to law school!
All of a sudden,
out of the blue... Boy.
Out of the blue, right, Harry?
What, it's my fault, right?
This is my fault we lost the case, right?
I know you think it's my fault
we lost the case, right?
Everything is my fault!
See this?
Hey, you all right, pal?
You shouldn't bolt your drink, Harry.
What are you, my mother?
Not yours.
You want to rock me to sleep,
you want to sing me a little lullaby?
What did you say to my wife?
What did I say to who?
What are you talking
to him like that for?
What?
What?
I'll talk to whoever I want.
Excuse me?
Say that again?
Hey, yo, Phil, Phil, you see this?
Yo, Phil, you see this?
Sanchez whacked some drunk
Irishman or something. Some kid.
What Irish?
You're talking Irish.
- It's in there.
- How do you know it's there?
Grogan O'Grogan from Whitestone.
Gorgon, Ozone Park.
Emmet Gorgon.
- Phil, give me the phone, please.
- For what?
Just let me use the phone! Phil, come on.
What city, please?
Yes, Ozone Park, Queens.
An Emmet Gorgon, please.
Gorgon, Gorgon.
Not Grogan.
Gorgon, like Medusa and the Gorgons.
You know, that's Greek mythology.
555...
Yes, hello.
Emmet Gorgon there, please?
Gorgon? Yes,
Emmet Gorgon, please.
Harry Fabian, attorney at law.
Yes. Emmet, Harry Fabian,
attorney at law.
I'm just calling.
I read the paper.
Let me ask you something.
How's the headaches?
What do you mean, what headaches?
Blurry vision, depression,
insomnia, bruises...
What am I talking about?
You know what you got
hit with last night?
Registered weapons,
my man. Bim-bam, boom-bam.
Now you're a tough kid with
balls, I can tell over the phone,
but the law states that
a professional boxer's hands...
You know what they are?
They are registered weapons,
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Richard Price

Richard Price (23 February 1723 – 19 April 1791) was a British moral philosopher, nonconformist preacher and mathematician. He was also a political pamphleteer, active in radical, republican, and liberal causes such as the American Revolution. He was well-connected and fostered communication between a large number of people, including several of the Founding Fathers of the United States. Price spent most of his adult life as minister of Newington Green Unitarian Church, on the outskirts of London. He also wrote on issues of demography and finance, and was a Fellow of the Royal Society. more…

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