On the Waterfront
Marlon Brando. He passed on doing the movie at first, then Frank Sinatra agreed to do it, Brando changed his mind and signed on. The movie defined the working class ethic of "Don't let the bastards drag you down."
Here's the famous "I could've been a contender"
Scene:
TERRY (Marlon Brando)
Gee, Charley, I'm sure glad you stopped by for me.
I needed to talk to you.
What's it they say about blood, it's- (falters)
CHARLEY (Rod Steiger)
(looking away coldly) Thicker than water.
DRIVER
(gravel voice, without turning around) Where to?
CHARLEY
Four thirty-seven River Street.
TERRY
River Street? I thought we was going to the Garden.
CHARLEY
I've got to cover a bet on the way over. Anyway,
it gives us a chance to talk.
TERRY
(good-naturedly) Nothing ever stops you from talking, Charley.
CHARLEY
The grapevine says you picked up a subpoena.
TERRY
(Noncommittal, Sullen) That's right...
CHARLEY
(watching for his reaction) Of course, the boys know you too well
to mark you down for a cheese-eater.
TERRY
Mm-hmm.
CHARLEY
You know the boys are getting rather interested in your future.
TERRY
Mm-hmmm.
CHARLEY
They feel you've been sort of left out of things, Terry. They think
it's time you had a few things going for you on the docks.
TERRY
A steady job and a few bucks extra, that's all I wanted.
CHARLEY
Sure, that's alright when you're a kid, but you'll be pushing thirty
pretty soon, slugger. It's time you got some ambition.
TERRY
I always figured I'd live longer without it.
CHARLEY
Maybe
(Terry looks at him)
There's a slot for boss loader on the new pier we're opening up.
TERRY
(interested) Boss Loader!
CHARLEY
Ten cents a hundred pounds on everything that moves in and out.
And you don't have to lift a finger. It'll be three-four hundred a week
just for openers.
TERRY
And for all that dough I don't have to do nothin'?
CHARLEY
Absolutely nothing. You do nothing and you say nothing.
You understand, don't you kid?
TERRY
(struggling with an unfamiliar problem of conscience and loyalties)
Yeah-yeah-I guess I do-but there's alot more to this whole thing
than I thought, Charley.
CHARLEY
You don't mean that you're thinking of testifying against-
(turns a thumb in toward himself)
TERRY
I don't know-I don't know! I tell you I ain't made up my mind yet.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
CHARLEY
(patiently, as to a stubborn child)
Listen, Terry, these piers we handle through the local-
you know what they're worth to us?
TERRY
I know. I know.
CHARLEY
Well, then, you know Cousin Johnny isn't going to jeopardize
a setup like that for one rubber lipped-
TERRY
(simultaneous) Don't say that!
CHARLEY
(continuing) -ex-tanker who's walking on his heels-?
TERRY
Don't say that!
CHARLEY
What the hell!!!
TERRY
I could've been better
CHARLEY
Listen, that isn't the point.
TERRY
I could've been better.
CHARLEY
The point is, there isn't much time kid.
(There is a painful pause as they appraise each other.)
TERRY
(desperately) I tell you, Charley, I haven't made up my mind!
CHARLEY
Make up your mind, kid, I beg you, before we get to four thirty-seven River..
TERRY
(stunned) Four thirty-seven-that isn't where Gerry G...?
(Charley nods solemnly. Terry grows more agitated.)
Charley, you wouldn't take me to Gerry G...?
(Charley continues looking at him. He does not deny it. They stare at each other for a moment. Then suddenly Terry starts out of the cab. Charley pulls a pistol. Terry is motionless, now, looking at Charley.)
CHARLEY
Take the boss loading, kid. For God's sake. I don't want to hurt you.
TERRY
(hushed, gently guiding the gun down to Charley's lap)
Charley...Charley...Wow...
CHARLEY
(genuinely) I wish I didn't have to do this Terry.
(Terry eyes him, beaten. Charley leans back and looks at Terry strangely. Terry raises his hands above his head somewhat in the manner of a prizefighter mitting the crowd. The image nicks Charley's memory.)
TERRY
(an accusing sigh) Wow...
CHARLEY
(gently) What do you weigh these days, slugger?
TERRY
(shrugs) -eighty-seven, eighty-eight. What's it to you?
CHARLEY
(nostalgically) Gee, when you tipped one seventy-five you were beautiful. You shoud've been another Billy Conn. That skunk I got to manage you brought you along too fast.
TERRY
It wasn't him! (years of abuse crying out in him)
It was you, Charley. You and Johnny. Like the night the two of youse
come in the dressing room and says, ' Kid, this ain't your night.
We're going for the price on Wilson.' It ain't my night.
I'd of taken Wilson apart that night! I was ready- remember the early rounds throwing them combinations. So what happens- This bum Wilson he gets the title shot-outdoors in the ball park!- and what do I get- a couple of bucks and a one-way ticket to Palookaville. (more and more aroused as he relives it)
It was you, Charley. You was my brother. You should've looked out for me. Instead of making me take them dives for the short-end money.
CHARLEY
(defensively) I always had a bet down for you. You saw some money.
TERRY
(agonized) You don't understand! I could've been a contender. I could've had class and been somebody. Real class. Instead of a bum, let's face it, which is what I am. It was you, Charley.
(Charley takes a long fond look at Terry. Then he glances quickly out the window.)
MEDIUM SHOT WATERFRONT NIGHT
From Charley's angle. A gloomy light reflects the street numbers
433-435-
TERRY
It was you, Charley...
CHARLEY
(turning back to Terry, his tone suddenly changed)
Okay- I'll tell him I couldn't bring you in. Ten to one they won't believe it, but- go ahead, blow. Jump out, quick, and keep going...and God help you from here on in.
Here's the famous "I could've been a contender"
Scene:
TERRY (Marlon Brando)
Gee, Charley, I'm sure glad you stopped by for me.
I needed to talk to you.
What's it they say about blood, it's- (falters)
CHARLEY (Rod Steiger)
(looking away coldly) Thicker than water.
DRIVER
(gravel voice, without turning around) Where to?
CHARLEY
Four thirty-seven River Street.
TERRY
River Street? I thought we was going to the Garden.
CHARLEY
I've got to cover a bet on the way over. Anyway,
it gives us a chance to talk.
TERRY
(good-naturedly) Nothing ever stops you from talking, Charley.
CHARLEY
The grapevine says you picked up a subpoena.
TERRY
(Noncommittal, Sullen) That's right...
CHARLEY
(watching for his reaction) Of course, the boys know you too well
to mark you down for a cheese-eater.
TERRY
Mm-hmm.
CHARLEY
You know the boys are getting rather interested in your future.
TERRY
Mm-hmmm.
CHARLEY
They feel you've been sort of left out of things, Terry. They think
it's time you had a few things going for you on the docks.
TERRY
A steady job and a few bucks extra, that's all I wanted.
CHARLEY
Sure, that's alright when you're a kid, but you'll be pushing thirty
pretty soon, slugger. It's time you got some ambition.
TERRY
I always figured I'd live longer without it.
CHARLEY
Maybe
(Terry looks at him)
There's a slot for boss loader on the new pier we're opening up.
TERRY
(interested) Boss Loader!
CHARLEY
Ten cents a hundred pounds on everything that moves in and out.
And you don't have to lift a finger. It'll be three-four hundred a week
just for openers.
TERRY
And for all that dough I don't have to do nothin'?
CHARLEY
Absolutely nothing. You do nothing and you say nothing.
You understand, don't you kid?
TERRY
(struggling with an unfamiliar problem of conscience and loyalties)
Yeah-yeah-I guess I do-but there's alot more to this whole thing
than I thought, Charley.
CHARLEY
You don't mean that you're thinking of testifying against-
(turns a thumb in toward himself)
TERRY
I don't know-I don't know! I tell you I ain't made up my mind yet.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
CHARLEY
(patiently, as to a stubborn child)
Listen, Terry, these piers we handle through the local-
you know what they're worth to us?
TERRY
I know. I know.
CHARLEY
Well, then, you know Cousin Johnny isn't going to jeopardize
a setup like that for one rubber lipped-
TERRY
(simultaneous) Don't say that!
CHARLEY
(continuing) -ex-tanker who's walking on his heels-?
TERRY
Don't say that!
CHARLEY
What the hell!!!
TERRY
I could've been better
CHARLEY
Listen, that isn't the point.
TERRY
I could've been better.
CHARLEY
The point is, there isn't much time kid.
(There is a painful pause as they appraise each other.)
TERRY
(desperately) I tell you, Charley, I haven't made up my mind!
CHARLEY
Make up your mind, kid, I beg you, before we get to four thirty-seven River..
TERRY
(stunned) Four thirty-seven-that isn't where Gerry G...?
(Charley nods solemnly. Terry grows more agitated.)
Charley, you wouldn't take me to Gerry G...?
(Charley continues looking at him. He does not deny it. They stare at each other for a moment. Then suddenly Terry starts out of the cab. Charley pulls a pistol. Terry is motionless, now, looking at Charley.)
CHARLEY
Take the boss loading, kid. For God's sake. I don't want to hurt you.
TERRY
(hushed, gently guiding the gun down to Charley's lap)
Charley...Charley...Wow...
CHARLEY
(genuinely) I wish I didn't have to do this Terry.
(Terry eyes him, beaten. Charley leans back and looks at Terry strangely. Terry raises his hands above his head somewhat in the manner of a prizefighter mitting the crowd. The image nicks Charley's memory.)
TERRY
(an accusing sigh) Wow...
CHARLEY
(gently) What do you weigh these days, slugger?
TERRY
(shrugs) -eighty-seven, eighty-eight. What's it to you?
CHARLEY
(nostalgically) Gee, when you tipped one seventy-five you were beautiful. You shoud've been another Billy Conn. That skunk I got to manage you brought you along too fast.
TERRY
It wasn't him! (years of abuse crying out in him)
It was you, Charley. You and Johnny. Like the night the two of youse
come in the dressing room and says, ' Kid, this ain't your night.
We're going for the price on Wilson.' It ain't my night.
I'd of taken Wilson apart that night! I was ready- remember the early rounds throwing them combinations. So what happens- This bum Wilson he gets the title shot-outdoors in the ball park!- and what do I get- a couple of bucks and a one-way ticket to Palookaville. (more and more aroused as he relives it)
It was you, Charley. You was my brother. You should've looked out for me. Instead of making me take them dives for the short-end money.
CHARLEY
(defensively) I always had a bet down for you. You saw some money.
TERRY
(agonized) You don't understand! I could've been a contender. I could've had class and been somebody. Real class. Instead of a bum, let's face it, which is what I am. It was you, Charley.
(Charley takes a long fond look at Terry. Then he glances quickly out the window.)
MEDIUM SHOT WATERFRONT NIGHT
From Charley's angle. A gloomy light reflects the street numbers
433-435-
TERRY
It was you, Charley...
CHARLEY
(turning back to Terry, his tone suddenly changed)
Okay- I'll tell him I couldn't bring you in. Ten to one they won't believe it, but- go ahead, blow. Jump out, quick, and keep going...and God help you from here on in.
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