At one point in “Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets,” he counsels the much younger Pete to get out while he can. “I’m 58 and I look like I’m 70. . . .

It’s the last day of business at a scruffy Las Vegas dive bar called the Roaring 20s, and the regulars have gathered to pay their respects. Shuffling in one by one, they greet one another with ...

“Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets” is an incredible piece of direct cinema that captures the last 18 hours of a Las Vegas dive bar before it closes its door for good.