Too Late Blues

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Hey you little sh*t, give me that sax!

Can I have my sax back, please?

Where is Nick?

Probably in the can.

Beer Ghost? Yeah, please Red.

You want one? Yes, definitely.

Gentlemen, you all know

our host, Nick Bobolenos

Nick. How are you Nick

If you don't mind, we're

gonna have a bottle of beer.

Hey don't mind.

Mind if we use the tables, Nick?

Hey that's a great vest

you got in there Nick.

Yeah, must be new.

Hey Nick, you still smoking ditches?

We all joined the diners club, Nick.

Have a beer, Nick.

How many times have I told you,

not to fool around that beer?

Who do you think you are, huh?

Who's the boss around

here? I'm the boss!

Bobolinas. Nick Bobolinas, proprietor.

- Have another beer.

- How 'bout a sandwich?

- A sandwich.

- And don't make fun of my accent.

You speak English like Spotik.

- What? What?

- Nothing Nick.

What kind of sandwich do you want?

You know, all baloney, ham,

sardines, you know, you fix it up.

Where are the girls, Nick?

They're gambling, playing

cards at Milly Papadakis place.

You ought to keep your

sisters off the streets, Nick.

Well, I think it's better for them to play

cards, than to hang around bums like you.

Bums? You call us bums?

Ignorant. Ignoramus. Why don't

you go and work for a living?

Look who's talking, man.

I sweep the floors, carry Coca

Cola's, they're like dumbells. I work!

- Nick, that's your business.

- But I work with my hands!

Do you trust me, Nick?

Sure I trust you, Ghost. But what

does that have to do with my business?

You don't want us to

be unhappy, do you Nick?

Look, you're happy doing what you're doing. You

take care of pool hall, you serve some sandwiches.

You talk to dumbells like us.

Imagine, could I own a pool hall, Nick?

Imagine if I worked all my life,

and raised kids, and then...

And then fifty years later, I died.

I'd miss my music, I'd miss

my fun, We'd miss everything.

Most of all, Nick. We'd miss you.

Oh, come on Ghost, Nobody miss nobody.

Hey tough guy, what kind of mustard

do you want in your sandwiches?

Fix them in your own style, Pop. How long does

it take you too learn that we are free thinkers?

Hey Nick, wanna go to a party tonight?

No, I'm gonna go to the movies.

- He's quite undependable.

- He's a regular family man.

That's all you see at your parties,

A lot of cheap dames and beer.

Oh no. No.

What's the matter with beards? All

the old Greeks used to wear 'em out.

Yeah but they were nothing

but laughing daddies, you know?

Nine in the corner.

Hey Red, you need a tie. Hey Nick,

can I have a Greek tie for Red please.

Why do you need Greek

ties? Eh? I got ties.

Okay, Red, would you go get on of

those, ties, from the Greek please.

Come here, Red.

Why don't you come to

the party tonight, Nick?

I'm too old for picnics.

Ah, boy, that's pretty.

Listen, pay no attention

to the guys, now.

If the philosophy in this country,

were like the philosophy in my country.

Over there, you find a

woman, you love that woman.

Right? Then you don't need

nobody, you don't need no things.

One woman. She puts her arms

around you, and says: Nico...

You're my man.

That's what...

What's the matter, Nick?

Don't you go out with girls?

No. Right now, I own a business.

Hey, and don't you forget, to pay

for the beer and for the sandwiches.

You hear that?

- Charlie, will you pick up that tab?

- Yeah, will you pick up that tab?

Oh, Charlie. Come on,

come on, where's the dough?

Hey, hey, come on, let's go.

Let me have the loot guys.

- Oh, man.

- Come on, come on.

Milt, Shelley. Ten cents. Twenty cents.

Charlie? Are you kidding?

I should've known better than

ask. How much do we owe you, Nick?

- Two dollars, twenty cents, including the tip.

- Hold out your hand, please.

There's a dollar twenty, on account.

- On account?

- On account, that's all we got.

- Well let me tell you a little Greek history.

- Please.

You know, you guys don't fool

me one little bit, you know?

I write everything upstairs,

down in my little Greek head.

You still owe me one buck,

and including the tip.

- Your shot Pete.

- Thank you.

Oh, yes siree, gentleman!

Hey Ghost, what are we

doing after this wekk?

Something crazy will turn up, Charlie.

Hey listen Ghost, this

thing is getting serious.

All we ever do is festivals.

Festivals in San Diego, festivals in San

Franciso. Playing jazz for deaf-mutes.

For old ladies homes, for the blind.

Man, when are we going to make

it. That's what I want to know.

Never, Charlie.

Not if you're looking for some rainbow.

I mean. I... I think we ought to

get a nighttime spot once in a while.

Ahh, Charlie Griper.

I mean, these daytime

jobs, you play for nobody.

I'm thirty years old man, I want

to make it in this world someday.

I don't want to be a

nothing all my life.

Charlie, we're something.

- I'm happy.

- Man, I'm thirty three years old.

Now for valients, come and get 'em!

Excuse me, gang.

Where you been, you man you?

Hey, what happened?

None of ya' got drinks.

Well, we don't bring out own.

- You buying?

- What are we standing out here for?

Ghost, I wanted to tell you something else man. I

really love what you and your boys are doing, you know?

I do really dig what you're

playing, know what I mean?

The reason why man, is because most of these people here are

nothing but a bunch of what you call hangers-on, you know?

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