
The Fabulous Baker Boys
- R
- Year:
- 1989
- 114 min
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(5.00 / 1 vote)FADE IN:
JACK BAKER:
is standing before a dirty window, looking
out at a dirty city street. He is wearing a tuxedo.
VOICE (O.S.)
Hey.
WIDEN ANGLE:
It's the GIRL from this afternoon.
JACK:
Hey.
Jack looks at the Girl, sleepy and warm under the
bedcovers, then at the rest of the apartment.
Not good.
GIRL:
Whatcha doin' over there?
JACK:
Gotta go.
GIRL:
How come?
JACK:
Job.
The Girl glances at the bedside clock.
GIRL:
Funny hours.
JACK:
Funny job.
GIRL:
Will I see you again?
Jack looks out at the dirty street again.
JACK:
No.
The Girl doesn't appear terribly unnerved by this.
GIRL:
(at the tux)
You weren't wearing that, were
you? Earlier.
Jack shakes his head, taps a brown paper bag on
the sill.
JACK:
Brought it.
GIRL:
Sh*t, thank God. You look like a creep.
JACK:
Thanks.
GIRL:
I mean, I'd hate to think I'd pick up someone
who wore that sh*t.
Jack smiles, grabs the paper bag, and moves to
the door.
GIRL:
(continuing)
Hey.
(as he stops)
You got great hands.
EXT. STREET - JACK
Jack ain't exactly Cary Grant, but any guy wearing
a tux on these streets doesn't exactly mesh with
the milieu. Pausing for a flask of whiskey at an
all-night liquor store, he breaks the seal before
he hits the sidewalk and moves on, drinking as he
goes. Finally, he comes to a nice downtown hotel.
Slipping the bottle in his coat, he squints up at
the glittering building as if sizing up an opponent.
DOORMAN:
Hey, Jackie!
JACK:
How goes it, Tommy?
TOMMY (DOORMAN)
(shrugging)
Ah, you know. Howsa pooch?
JACK:
Losing his teeth.
TOMMY:
No sh*t. It's the goddamn water. Kill an ox.
I buy bottled for my Danny. You can't trust
the taps.
JACK:
Yeah.
(standing back)
Jesus, you look like f***ing
royalty, Tommy.
Tommy brushes at his new velvet coat.
TOMMY:
Yeah. The big boys sent it down
yesterday.
JACK:
Another five years, huh?
TOMMY:
Like clockwork. You got a good
memory, Jackie.
JACK:
It ain't always a blessing. My
brother here?
TOMMY:
(nodding)
He's got blood in his eye.
Jack glances at his watch, waves to Tommy, and
moves into the hotel.
Jack's older brother, FRANK, is pacing outside the
lounge when he sees Jack approaching.
FRANK:
Great. Terrific. Glad you could
make it.
JACK:
How we doing?
FRANK:
How we ... ? What, are you kidding
me?
JACK:
Am I late?
FRANK:
That's not the point.
JACK:
(taking out a cigarette)
What's the point?
FRANK:
You cannot continue to walk in at
the last moment, Jack.
JACK:
You want me to show up late a few
nights?
FRANK:
Jack.
JACK:
Frank.
FRANK:
Jack.
JACK:
Frank. I'm here. I always get
here. Don't sweat it.
FRANK:
Christ, will you look at your hair?
ANOTHER ANGLE:
Jack turns to the wall, which is paneled in tiny
tinted mirrors shot through with veins of gold.
JACK:
What's wrong with it?
FRANK:
You look like you just crawled out
of bed.
JACK:
No one's gonna be looking at my
hair. Come on, we're on.
Frank just stands there, bottled up with
exasperation.
JACK:
(continuing)
Careful, Frank. When you get angry your
tie starts to spin.
Jack steps into the lounge and Frank, shaking his
head, follows. As they move away, a cardboard
stand-up is revealed. On it are two 8 X 10 glossies
of Frank and Jack, and below printed in bold letters,
this:
"Tonight! The Doubly Delightful Tones of theFabulous Baker Boys!"
BAKER BROTHERS:
as they make their way through the dimly-lit lounge
and settle behind matching pianos, it becomes apparent
that what the "Fabulous Baker Boys" are, in fact, is a
poor man's version of Ferrante and Teicher.
As they begin to plink out their "theme song" tables
of middle-aged couples sipping enormous banana
daiquiries begin to tap their feet and bob their heads.
After a few bars, the boys finish with a flourish and
the couples applaud.
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