It’s hard to believe that Martin Scorsese ever needed a comeback movie, but the 1985 cult classic After Hours arguably qualifies. For Air Mail, Jake Malooley rounds up every-damn-body involved with the picture—including Scorsese—for an oral history you’ll laminate and place next to your Criterion Collection Blu-ray.

[GRIFFIN] DUNNE: Marty is asthmatic, and he could smell a cigarette 10 miles away. When we were shooting the crane shot where I drop to my knees and scream, “What do you want from me? I’m just a word processor,” I had to yell that at the top of my lungs several times. And a woman from a loft overlooking the scene lifted her enormous window up, poked her head out, and screamed, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” Marty, without missing a beat, looked up and said, “Tell that lady to put out her cigarette.”