- published: 19 Nov 2015
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After Hours is a 1985 American black comedy film, written by Joseph Minion and directed by Martin Scorsese. Paul Hackett (Griffin Dunne), a New Yorker, experiences a series of adventures and perils in trying to make his way home from SoHo.
Paul Hackett (Griffin Dunne), a word processor, meets Marcy Franklin (Rosanna Arquette) in a cafe. They converse about their common interest in Henry Miller. Marcy leaves Paul her number and informs him that she lives with a sculptor named Kiki Bridges (Linda Fiorentino), who makes and sells plaster of Paris paperweights resembling bagels. Later in the night, under the pretense of buying a paperweight, Paul visits Marcy, taking a cab to her apartment. On his way to visit Marcy, a $20 bill is blown out the window of the cab, leaving him with only some spare pocket change. The cab driver is furious that he can't pay, thereby beginning the first in a long series of misadventures for Paul that turn hostile through no fault of his own. At the apartment Paul meets the sculptor Kiki and Marcy. It seems that a romance might develop between Paul and Marcy but he comes across a collection of photographs and medications which imply that Marcy is severely disfigured from burns on her legs and torso. As a result of this implication, and as a result of a strained conversation with Marcy, Paul abruptly slips out of the apartment. Paul later learns that Marcy is not disfigured and the significance of his earlier discovery is left as a mystery to the viewer.
Down every road there`s always one more city
I`m on the run, the highway is my home
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
While mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I`m a hunted fugitive with just two ways
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail
I`d like to settele down but they won`t let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there`s always one more city
I`m lonly but I can`t afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She`d only slow me down and they`d catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone
I`d like to sttele down but they won`t let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there`s always one more city
I`m on the run, yhe highway is my home