绿皮书 Green Book (2018)【完整台词】

No sir, I'm sorry. But, of course
I recognize your voice.

Sir...

You saying the boy we got
locked up called who?

Oh, and he called you?

No sir, but an officer was
assaulted in the line of...

No, no, I don't want no National Guard
coming down here, neither, sir.

Yes, Governor, immediately.

Good night to you
and the missus.

- Get them out.
- What?!

- Cut 'em goddamn loose.
- That dago-wop hit me!

You keep your goddamn job?
Then you do what I goddamn

tell you to do, when I
goddamn tell you to do it.

Now I'm telling you to
get 'em the goddamn out.

Who the hell did you call?

Bobby Kennedy just saved our asses!
Maddon... How great is that?!

It's not great.

It's not great at
Al, it's humiliating.

'The hell you talking about?
We were screwed, now we ain't.

And I just put the Attorney
General of the United

- States in an incredibly awkward position.
- So what?

That's what the guy gets paid for.
What else he got to do?

That man and his brother are
trying to change this country,

that's what else he's got to do!

Now he thinks I'm
some kind of...

Calling from some backwoods swamp jail,
asking to attenuate assault charges...

who does that?

Garbage, that's who.

You shouldn't have hit him.

I didn't like the way he was treating you,
making you stand out in the rain like that.

Please, you hit him because
of what he called you.

I've had to endure that kind
of talk my entire life,

you should be able to take
it for at least one night.

What, I can't get mad at that stuff
he was saying 'cause I ain't black?

- Christ, I'm blacker than you.
- Excuse me?

You don't know shit
about your own people!

What they eat, how they
talk, how they live.

You don't even know
who Lil' Richard is!

Oh so knowing who Little Richard
is makes you blacker than me?

Oh Tony, I wish you could
hear yourself sometimes

- you wouldn't talk so damn much.
- Bullshit.

I know exactly who I am.

I'm the guy who's lived on the same
neighborhood in the Bronx my entire life,

with my mother, my father, my
brother, and now my wife and kids.

That's it, that's who I am.

I'm the asshole who's gotta hustle every
goddamn day to put food out on table.

You? Mr. Big Shot? You
live on top of a castle

traveling around the world doing
concerts for rich people...

I live on the streets,
you sit on a throne

so yeah, my world is way
more blacker than yours!

Pull over.

- What?
- Pull over.

- I ain't pulling over!
- Stop the car Tony!

What?

What are you doing?!

Doc, what the hell are you doing?

Doc, get back in the car.

Yes, I live in a castle!
Tony. Alone!

And rich white people pay
me to play piano for

them, because it makes
them feel cultured.

But as soon as I
step off that stage

I go right back to being
just another nigger to them.

Because that is
their true culture.

And I suffer that slight alone, because
I'm not accepted by my own people,

because I'm not
like them either!

So if I'm not black enough,
and if I'm not white enough,

and if I'm not man enough,
then tell me Tony, what am I?!

I need some sleep.

A'right.

I'll stop by the next place we see
and I'll sneak you into my room.

No. No. I refuse to stay in an
establishment where I'm not welcome.

Yeah. OK.

Tony, do you have to smoke everywhere?

I didn't know it would bother you.

Should have told me.

All you gotta do, is say the word Doc.

You do realize you'd be home
before that letter arrives?

Yeah, I know.

Just thought of bringing it with me.
Save on the stamps.

A'right, Tony. Give
it here, I'll fix it.

No offense, Doc, but I think
I got the hang of it now.

Dear Dolores. Sometimes
you remind me of a house.

A house with beautiful
lights on it

where everyone happy inside.

Yes, Tony! You go it.

Thanks.

Doc, thanks for helping
me with the letters.

- You're really good at writing them.
- My pleasure Tony.

You know, when you get home, maybe you
should write one to your brother?

He knows where I am if he
ever wants to reconnect.

If... I wouldn't wait.

You know... the world's full of lonely
people afraid to make the first move.

You know Doc, something's been
eating at me this whole trip.

That Tittsburgh was a
major disappointment.

I didn't notice any difference at all.
Did you?

Good night Tony.

- Good Evening. Welcome.
- Welcome. Come on in.

Welcome Mr Shirley.

Graham Kindell, I'm the general manager.
It is a pleasure to meet you.

Thank you, Mr. Kindell. This
is Mr. Tony Vallelonga.

- Nice to meet you, Tony.
- How you doing?

Let's keep the car right here on our guest
of honor spot. Right this way, gentlemen.

- How was your drive up?
- Oh it's wonderful.

Good to hear, good to hear.

As you can imagine our Christmas
show is the biggest show of

the year and we are so happy
to have you here Mr Shirley.

So, if you need anything... anything
t'all... you let me know.

- Oh thank you.
- Now, here we are...

I got about an hour before show time.
Any questions?

Where's the restaurant?

Well, you continue down the hall here,
Tony, to the right, across the lobby.

- Good luck! Break a leg.
- Thank you.

He said we've got an hour.
You must be starving Doc.

Go ahead, I'll meet you there.

May we join you?

Get in.

- Cocktail, gentlemen?
- I'm good.

- 3 shots Vodka.
- Whoa!

Last show. Cold war over.
Time for truce.

- Is Dr Shirley in his dressing room?
- Yeah.

More like a broom closet.

Tell you, I don't know why he
puts up with that shit.

Six years ago, in 1956,

Nat King Cole was invited to perform at the
Municipal Auditorium here in Birmingham.

Mr. Cole was the first negro asked to play
at a white establishment in this city.

As soon as he started playing,
a group of men attacked him

for playing white
people's music.

They pulled him off stage

beat him badly.

Jesus Christ!

You asked once

why Dr. Shirley does this?

I tell you.

Because genius is not enough. It takes
courage to change people's hearts.

Thanks.

Thank you.

- I understand but...
- What's going on?

This gentleman says that I'm
not permitted dine here.

No, you don't understand, he's
playing tonight, he's the main event.

I'm sorry. But it's the
policy of the restaurant.

- Everything all right?
- No, it's not all right.

This guy is saying Dr
Shirley can't eat here.

Well, I apologize, but these are...
longstanding traditions.

Club rules. I'm sure
you understand.

No. I do not understand.

I'm sorry.

Wait a minute, are you
tellin' me the bozos

in his band, and these
people that came here

to see him play, they can eat here, but the
star of the show, spot of honor, he can't.

I'm afraid not.

Well he's gotta eat, I mean
he's gotta have dinner.

I tell you what. Why don't
we bring something to

his dressing room, huh?
John, show him the menu.

No. I'm not eating in
that storage room.

Okay... if you'd prefer, there's a
very popular establishment right

down the road, the Orange Bird,
they'd be happy to feed you.

Doc, come here.

One second just.

C'mon, maybe that place is better anyway.
The dinner rolls here are like rocks.

Let's just go over...
just go and come back.

It's the last show.

Bottom of the knife. Let's
just get it over with

and we can go home and get
away from these pricks.

Ah, there you go, the fish
is wonderful tonight.

Either I eat in this room,
or I'm not performing tonight.

May I have a word with you?

Mr. Villanueva, you have to talk sense to
Mr. Shirley. Please make him understand

we're not insulting him personally, this
is just the way things are done down here.

Yeah, well he's not
from down here.

Just ask him to be reasonable.
I got 400 guests

in there who expect to
be entertained tonight.

And Dr. Shirley expects
to eat tonight.

Why can't you just make an
exception this one time?

Lemme tell you a story.

You ever hear of the Boston
Celtics basketball club?

Yeah, those boys came through here a
couple years ago on a barnstorming tour.

Now, seeing as they were World
Champions of the league and all, we

were tickled to have 'em eat here,
we rolled out the welcome wagon.

So do you know what table their
big coon ate at that night?

- No.
- I don't either.

But it wasn't one of ours.
Now let's cut the bullshit.