ARIZONA
DREAM
DIALOGUE
TRANSCRIPT
Transcription by Drew
Written by: David Atkins and Emir
Kusturica
Screenplay: David Atkins
With: Johnny Depp, Jerry Lewis, Faye
Dunaway, Lili Taylor, Vincent Gallo, Paulina Porizkova, Michael
J. Pollard, Candyce Mason, Alexia Rane, Polly Noonan, Ann
Schulman
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DIALOGUE
"Good morning,
Columbus."
My mother's eternal
words, reminding me America was already discovered,
and that
day-dreaming was a long way from life's truths.
Why tell me the
difference between an apple and a bicycle?
If I bite a bicycle
and ride an apple, I'll know the difference.
But thinking about
what to do made me more tired than actually doing.
I remember my father
said: If you want to look at someone's soul,
you have to look at
their dreams.
Then you'd have
mercy for those who swim in bigger shit than your
own.
My name is Axel
Blackmar, and I work for the Department of Fish and
Game.
Most people think I
count fish, but I don't.
I look at their
souls, their dreams and then I let them into my
dreams.
People think fish
are stupid, but they aren't. They know when to be
quiet,
It's people that are
stupid. Fish know everything, and don't need to
think.
See, fish start out
in small streams, then I prepare them for the ocean.
When they're ready
to die, they return to where they came from.
That's my
connection, that's why I swam away to the city.
Okay, here's my
job:
All I do is
temporarily electrocute the fish,
then with deep
respect, I scoop 'em and haul 'em in, one by one...
Sometimes I'll look
into fish eyes and I'll see my whole life.
It's something only
fish can show us, and I love 'em for it.
I tag the fish,
measure 'em and weigh 'em, make sure they're doing
okay.
If they want to
talk, I always listen. That's the job of a Fish God.
I've never caught a
fish in a lie,
and I've never seen
a fish swim in the shit that human people do.
That's why I love my
work, and I love New York.
Not because my
mother said it was a place with real magnetic pull,
but because you can
see everybody, and nobody can see you.
Hey, honey! How are
you? How was Istanbul?
I'm looking for my
girlfriend, Suzanne Supak. I just spoke with her.
Over.
I love you too,
honey.
I miss you too,
honey. Over. Two more, please!
Pregnant? Wow!
Over.
Listen,
honey...
Alright, let's go. -
Have the abortion...
I'm not going. -
Come on! We're running late!
I said I'm not
going.
You said you're not
going? - I said I'm not going.
I'm not going. -
You're not going?
Are you going to go
or no?
Are you gonna shoot
me? - Am I? - You're going to kill me?
These things. I
don't even... It's a blank.
But I had you
scared, right?
Let me feel. You
shit your pants.
"Take care of me"...
I'm fuckin' sick of it!
What?
He's your uncle, for
Chrissakes.
If he wants to see
me, why did he send you?
You know it wasn't
his fault, right?
I don't blame him
for anything, Paul. I never said it was his fault.
He's marrying, and
wants you as his best man.
You be his best man.
- Why are you like that? You're killing him!
Alright, Axel! Axel,
listen.
End of story!
Over!
I love you
too!
I'm going to go back
and tell him I couldn't find you.
Really? - Really. I
have no choice.
Promise? - I
promise. What about a hug? No hug for me?
Axel, you smell like
a scumbag!
I'm a happy scumbag.
I got a nice truck, a great job. - But you smell.
What're you gonna
have? - Two beers. - Two beers, OK.
And a ginger ale. -
Two beers and...
Forget the ginger
ale. Two beers and two shots. - Blanche?
Two... - Who's the
boss?
I am. - He is.
beers, shots. - And a ginger ale.
beers,
shots.
And a ginger ale. -
Don't confuse her. - A ginger ale please?
Anyway, Axel, I love
you, but...
What? I love you
too. - Okay, well, you know... ginger ale.
That's right. beers
and shots. - And a ginger ale.
" beers and shots."
What's that? What? - That thing...
What thing? - Like a
funny accent or something.
What funny accent
thing? - " beers and shots." - What?
I dunno... like New
York.
Funny New York
accent, huh? - Yeah.
Is De Niro funny? Is
Pacino funny? Is Rocky funny?
The great actors are
all from New York. - Sinatra?
Sinatra's from
Hoboken, New Jersey. Now let's toast.
Alright? It's been
three years, OK? - Three years.
To three years. -
Three years.
Blanche, ginger
ale.
Two
shots.
We don't see each
other years, and you want ginger ale.
Thank you, Blanche.
- Thanks for the ginger ale. - You're welcome, boys.
Gimme a hug. I'll
plug my nose.
Back to the
dream.
The man gives the
stomach balloon to the little boy.
Pushes him out of
the igloo.
While the kid is
outside, the two inside start, y'know...
Alright! Stop
yelling, we're on Broadway. Show respect.
Therefore, I know
you're all dying for a piece of wedding cake...
So I will make this
short and sweet.
Millie,
dear
friends,
waiters and
waitresses, I'd like to propose this wedding toast...
Leo! - Not now,
Millie.
Come on!
Hey! Don't fuck
around!
Cut it out! Don't be
a jerk! Cut it out!
I got an audition
coming up! You're lucky I don't kick your ass...
Cut it out!
Axel!
You want me to come
down? - Come on down!
Stop shaking the
ladder! - Axel!
I'm coming down! -
Leo!
My boy! -
Axel!
I can't believe
it!
You got big on
me!
You heard about the
wedding? - I did. Congratulations.
I'd be proud if
you'd be my best man. - I gotta get back to New York.
Sure... Larry, we
have to make Axel an appointment for a fitting.
Honestly, Leo, I've
got to go.
It's so good to see
you, Axel. You look terrific, Axel.
I just want to show
you something. I want to share this with you.
What do you think
about my Saguro?
The cactus? - Nice,
huh?
Let me let you in on
a secret:
When a cactus is
that young, it is very vulnerable. That's why
I planted that
Mesquite tree right next to it, for protection.
If you don't see an
older tree nearby a new cactus, you can forget it.
It ain't gonna make
it.
Come on inside.
Somebody's dyin' to meet you.
Millie! I'd like you
to meet my nephew Axel.
Axel, this is
Millie.
How do you
do?
Aren't you overdoing
it just a little, Millie? - Oh, sorry.
Come on, sit down
next to me, Axel.
Lemme get a pair of
pants on first...
Stop singing! - I'm
not singing. I count!
Count the
stitches!
You've been on that
jacket for a week. Finish it!
Bye bye
anybody...
Sorry for
interrupting you two, but I had to get my pants on.
Leo's told me so
much about you.
I guess you know I'm
gonna be your new aunt.
You're his...
fiancee.
Yeah.
You don't have to
call me Aunt Mille, though. Unless you want to.
How old are you? -
Twenty three.
We're almost the
same age...
Isn't that
funny?
Millie, please.
Remember we talked about this?
I'm sorry, Leo. Just
a second.
Leo's trying to
teach me how to stop crying.
Sweetheart, go in
the other room and try on the other dress for Axel.
That'll get your
mind off...
Go in the other
room, sweetheart, and try the other dress on.
It'll take your mind
off crying. It's in the other room!
I'm going. - Do me
the favor.
You know, Axel, my
little Polish cupcake is very sensitive...
...like the Eastern
Europeans are.
But she's very nice,
right? - Very nice, Leo.
And you know how old
she is? - She's young.
Damn right. That's
success.
To achieve that
success, you need to sell cars. - I don't want to.
Axel, my father had
the first Cadillac dealership in Arizona in !
He had this
magnificent dream, to sell as many cars as he could,
and stack them up
until they got high enough so he could walk to the
moon.
Isn't it beautiful?
- Very beautiful, Leo. But they'd topple over.
That's what I said,
but he wanted me in the business,
and I resisted, like
you're resisting me.
I'm not resisting,
Leo. I just don't want to sell cars.
What the hell are
you afraid of? - Nothing.
One thing I was sure
of,
my uncle Leo was
definitely the hero of my childhood.
The smell of his
"Old Spice" carried me back more than the home movies
did.
It was the sweet,
cheap smell of car dealers that took me back,
and made me dissolve
into the past.
Leo was the last
dinosaur that smelled of cheap cologne.
And he believed in
the American dream.
I was crazy about
him, because he believed in miracles.
Even though he lived
inside of life and sold Cadillacs,
he always looked
like a -year-old boy whose sleeves were too long.
Leo gave me this
movie camera.
My mother always
hoped I'd become the next Milton Berle.
But dreams of
houses, cars, and lawns aren't dreams when they become
real.
I understood what my
mother meant by "Good morning, Columbus."
Even if she didn't
like what I was doing, I think she'd understand me.
When I was I got
this really weird earache that wouldn't go away.
A hundred doctors
couldn't help me...
So Leo went into
Mexico,
and brought back
this fat lady witch doctor who fixed me right up.
I was grateful, but
I thought I might've been better off mute.
All in all, I had a
very happy childhood.
My dad, a border
guard, spent his life trying to stop people crossing
lines.
For years, he'd
smooth down the road between Mexico and Arizona,
and every morning
he'd be out there looking for footprints in the dirt.
But my father always
said that work was like a hat you put on your head.
And even without
pants, you didn't have to be ashamed of your ass.
One thing I was sure
about:
The moment my
parents died, my childhood was gone forever.
Leo could never
shake the guilt of my parents' death years ago.
Leo was driving the
car that night.
It got so bad that
he even felt guilty if he used too much shaving
cream.
Four days after the
funeral, I caught a train to New York City.
If somebody asked me
why I don't take the next train back to New York,
it's because you
can't say no to your childhood hero.
I decided to be his
best man, but one thing I was sure of:
No matter how much I
loved the smell of cheap cologne,
I was never going to
become my uncle, and I would never sell Cadillacs.
Axel, if I died
tomorrow, where would you be?
You're not gonna die
tomorrow.
Who knows when I'll
die?
Your mother and
father didn't. - That was an accident.
No, it was
stupidity. I shouldn't have been behind that wheel.
Please, no guilt.
Please.
Look,
I'm not going to
allow you to become a bum in New York.
I want you to stay
here with me. Try it for one week.
If you don't like
it, then you go home.
Okay?
Axel, make "busy."
Very, very busy. - Hello.
Busy, but "willing
to take time out from your schedule," Axel.
Hello.
Axel, make
"sexy."
Try it with your
lips, pucker them up..."Hello."
No, more with the
lips, you know, "Hello."
Axel, I'm a gorgeous
woman, and I have big, beautiful breasts.
Now do
"sexy."
No, Axel.
Breasts.
You're talking art,
you're talking gravity.
You see this? -
Yeah. Banana. - Proteins, proteins...
Your organs produce
a certain amount of proteins.
Well, when you see a
beautiful woman, you produce extra proteins.
These extra proteins
go directly to your brain.
Where do you get all
this stuff? - Scientific fact.
Anyway, I've figured
out a way to make it work for me.
I call it "The
Gaze."
You look into a
woman's eyes, and you think exactly
what you want her to
do for you.
You're an actor? Oh
my God, he's an actor!
In days, I have a
gigantic performance I'm doing in Tucson.
Maybe you'd like to
come and see me?
It's an audition. -
What have we seen you in? Movies, TV shows?
Do you go to foreign
films? - No. - I'm a major star in Europe.
Foreign
films?
Yeah, foreign
films.
Come here, close to
me.
Feel better
now?
Feel better
now?
You like that? Don't
touch my face, okay?
Oh, come on! - No,
I'm not kidding.
We can make love,
but don't touch my face or my hair.
Are all actors like
that? - All the great actors are.
Do you think anybody
touches Brando's face? Or Pacino's?
Do they touch De
Niro's face? Or fucking touch Johnny Depp's face?
No one's gonna touch
Paul Leger's face, okay?
I'm missing my
favorite scene...
I'm telling you, if
I hear anything, I swear I'm gonna kill somebody...
Go ahead and kill
everybody! You're the tough guy!
Kill Vicky, kill
Salvy,
Tommy Como, and me
while you're at it!
You're killing
yourself, the way you eat, you fat fuck!
What do you mean
"kill you"?
Me, kill
me!
Start here! Do me a
fuckin' favor! - You meant something.
You mentioned Tommy,
Salvy, and you included you with them.
You could have said
anybody, but you said you and them.
You've let this girl
ruin your life.
She really did some
job on you!
Look what she did to
you! - You fucked my wife.
You fucked my
wife?
I'm not going to
answer. It's a sick question.
I'm gonna
leave.
Very
nice!
You won't have
troubles in your bed, so don't pick it out on me!
Pig, pig, pig!
Here!
Hello. - Hello
there.
Adrian Del Monica. -
How do you do?
I'm not seein' it. -
It's right in front of you!
Yeah, but the
vibe... It's all wrong.
Mine is a ' and it's
old! I need a new one!
I'm not giving you
any more. dollars, that's it.
Are you listening to
me?
Don't even think
about this, Mother!
I can look if I want
to. - Get out! You cannot pay for this.
Yes I can! - No you
can't, Mother!
We made a deal,
dollars. - I don't know, well...
How are you going to
pay for this? - With your money.
Which is half mine.
- You know what, Mother?
Fuck you! - Hello,
Axel Blackmar. - Fuck you, too!
What a beautiful
dress. - I didn't come here for cheap compliments.
I wasn't
complimenting you. Sorry. Forgive me if I've offended
you.
I'm sorry. - You
break, you pay! - No.
Something wrong with
it?
Yeah, it's funny. -
Thank you. That's very nice.
Okay, right. The
undercoating looks pretty good.
The suspension is
funny.
Look, the right
wheel, see? It's lower than the left. - It is.
It's
true.
I didn't mean to
insult. I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you
look.
Are you going to
sell me a car or not? - Yes.
Hello, Elaine. -
Hi!
I didn't know you
worked here. - Temporary.
Can you hold on a
sec? I'll be right with you.
Keep the daughter
busy. - No. She's my first customer.
The woman knows my
face. It's better for the sale.
It's better if I do
it! - Don't ever touch my suit.
Do me a favor, keep
the daughter busy.
Elaine, do you want
to step outside? - Sure.
Why's he looking at
me like that? - Oh, he's a kid. He's...
You ever think about
suicide?
Excuse me? -
Suicide.
Not
recently.
I think about it all
the time. I want to come back as a turtle.
Turtles are very
nice. - Yes, they're the best.
She's not my real
mother. She married my father. He's dead.
Both my parents are
dead. - You sure become your parents.
Even if they're not
your real parents. I'm gonna kill myself before that.
Really? - Yup. - Do
you think you're overreacting?
I don't have another
match.
Look at my hands!
These aren't my hands.
These are her
hands.
Do you like my legs?
I hate them!
Sometimes I'll be
sitting,
and I'll look down,
and they're crossed just like hers.
She does have nice
legs. - Yes, she does.
What's so bad about
becoming your mother?
Just wait. One day
you'll wake up, and you'll be your father.
Wrong. My uncle is
my only family. - What does he do?
He owns this place.
- See what I mean?
My father owned the
rd largest copper mine in Arizona.
Now I own the rd
largest copper mine in Arizona.
You're an idiot if
you think you can escape it.
Don't call me an
idiot.
Look,
man...
I gave you
pazzazz,
I offered you
excitement, vibes,
sexy
good-looking,
I even gave you
Waaaaaagaaanganngg! What else could you want in a
car?
Good gas mileage.
That's important.
Mr. Del Monica, look
at my lips.
They're gonna
say:
Take your whsshht
and get off my lot, before I punch you!
Now git!
Are you sore? - Out!
Out!
Buy a
Ford!
It's disgusting.
Isn't it disgusting?
Goodbye,
chickenhead. - Axel.
Hey Elaine, I was
wondering... I know we just met,
but I was wondering
if the two of us could meet for a picnic or a soire?
I don't think so.
Goodbye, Paul.
What the fuck was
that? - What? - I was waiting for that woman.
Why was the door
locked? - She was making a phone call.
Really?
Gentlemen, new
showroom policy: As of today,
if any customers
come in dressed casually,
they're yours.
Starting now. Clear the area.
Did you know that
the warriors in Papua New Guinea
avoid eating turtle
meat before battle?
They believe that
turtles are very shy,
and if they eat the
meat,
their enemies will
become shy, and run away.
Did you know that? -
Well, it is fascinating.
A Papua New Guinea
story! - It's "Papua." - I don't give a shit!
Wait! Isn't that the
place where the village boys go into the woods,
and they build a
giant lean-to... a shack. - That's right!
Then they take a
woman they've captured from another village,
and they put her
inside the lean-to.
And then every boy
in the village goes in to lose his virginity.
When the last boy in
line is inside, the rest go to the shack and knock...
You know the rest? -
Yes.
Why do they knock it
down?
Because they eat the
poor bastard who was last, and the girl.
Nice. - But they're
natives. Natives.
Oops! I've lost my
napkin!
There's plenty of
room here. Why don't you move apart?
We're
fine.
Grace!
Axel, tell them the
Eskimo movie dream thing. - Why don't you, Paul?
Well, I'd love to
hear it!
Oh yes! My mother
loves bed-time stories.
Go on,
Axel.
This Eskimo, Dooey,
is fishing...
through a hole in
the ice, and he catches this fish
with both eyes on
the same side of its head. - I'm sorry.
But is that a real
fish? - Yes, it's a real fish.
And there's a storm
coming,
so Dooey gets on his
dog sled, and travels through the ice.
Stop!
Grow up! Mother,
now! - Mind your own business!
...he builds a fire,
and the snow from the tree falls down
and puts the fire
out. - Jesus.
Sweetheart, go
play.
Is that it? - No. So
now Dooey is dying,
and his dog
hypnotizes him,
and brings him back
to the igloo,
where his wife
rubs
his body with a
sponge, and brings him back to life.
That's
beautiful.
It is
beautiful.
What was that? - My
hand slipped. - A kid.
A kid.
Beautiful.
It must give you
great pleasure to be the life of the party, Mother.
What
party?
Why must you try to
screw
every man you see
under ? - Grace,
in Papua New Guinea,
it's considered a right of passage...
I don't want to hear
it!
In Papua New Guinea,
if a woman wants to go to bed
with a young man,
she can. - Stop it!
If she's older, it's
okay!
If you fucking say
it one more time, I'm going to smash this table now!
Let go!
Paul, maybe we
should go... - Sit down! - Go!
Sit. -
Go!
No! You're not
invited! Go! - Sit!
I think we should
stay here tonight. - No! You're not invited!
My friends can stay
if they want.
You are disgusting.
An immature girl in a sagging, old body!
You're a pale
imitation of a young me. - Except I didn't kill my
husband!
Tell your fucking
new friends
what that's like! -
Shut up! - No, you go ahead!
Shut up,
Grace!
You're disgusting! -
Shut up! - No, 'cuz I said it!
If it hadn't been
for you, he'd still be alive!
Fuck.
That's it. I'm gonna
kill myself right now.
Okay,
good.
Go ahead! I'll give
you a nice funeral.
I'm sure you will.
But you're not getting any of my money!
I don't care. What
else is new?
Look, Mom!
See?
She's taking down
her panty hose.
I'm so glad I'll be
dead for your birthday! - Your best present ever!
This is it, Mom!
Goodbye!
Get away!
Look,
Mom!
She has her panties
around her neck!
I'm
eating!
You're desperate and
sick, Mom.
You're sick. I can't
live this way. I don't want to live this way.
Why don't you have
some dignity? - I'm not living this way.
What do you want me
to do? - No, this is good.
What did you do that
for? I didn't bite him!
Mom! - You didn't
have to hit me, did you? Is my nose bleeding?
Grace, please
don't.
Why aren't you
looking, Mom?
I'm a
failure!
I won't live this
way. - I've been incorrigible.
Mom, you made me do
this. - Stop this!
Fuck yourself! -
Paul! Shut up! ...cowardly lion.
Grace, I'll never
say it again.
Liar! - No! I
promise!
You promise what? -
Never to say "Papua..."
You're so evil,
Mother!
It's
okay...
I'll fight you
standing on one foot,
I'll fight you with
my eyes closed!
Elaine!
You know when you're
just about to go to sleep,
or you're just sort
of, you know, falling asleep...
and you think you're
really falling, so you catch yourself?
That ever happen to
you? You're not falling, just falling asleep.
There you
go.
When I was a little
girl,
I always wanted to
fly.
From the top of the
house.
At night, I'd close
my eyes,
and imagine I was on
the roof,
looking down at my
parents in their bed.
And then I'd jump
off...
and I'd
fly...
While everyone was
sleeping,
I'd be soaring
around,
looking through
their windows,
flying...
and resting in the
trees.
I always knew I
could,
but I never told
them.
Once someone knows,
they can make you fall.
After I'm big, I may
start acting weird,
stop returning
calls, dressing all in black,
fancy restaurants,
the whole shtick.
I want you to keep
me in perspective.
Paul, you already
wear black. - You know what I mean.
I just can't become
a slave to my success.
I have to stay
myself. - I think she likes me.
Did you see how she
looked in my eyes? - The great Paul Leger!
I started thinking
about Paul's garbage theory, about
male organs making
extra proteins when a beautiful woman looks at you.
And if she keeps on
looking, they produce
an extra protein, so
deadly that one drop on the tip of an arrow
could kill a fucking
rhino in seconds.
I started to think
what I wanted her to think,
I looked in her
eyes,
and
bingo!
She was
mine.
Paul swears that
cavemen used this deadly technique,
and that the deadly
male protein killed the dinosaurs, not the ice age.
I think he saw it in
a movie, and convinced himself it was true.
That's how Paul
escaped.
And that's just what
he did the next day.
I never paid much
attention to Paul's garbage theories.
But then I realized
he was right.
I felt the proteins
running through my body like broken glass.
I tried to keep the
proteins busy by making flying machines.
I've never built a
flying machine before.
The proteins were
making things fly in my head.
The more I worked on
it, the more I was sure it would fly.
I just kept telling
myself: It's gonna fly.
Love hit me like an
elephant,
and I was thrown
into a jungle of dreams.
Mother was wrong
about magnetic pulls. There was only one pull,
and she was lying on
my back.
I wasn't "falling in
love," because I never felt any weight,
because I was
"flying in love," for the first time in my life.
Beautiful morning
out, isn't it?
Yes, it
is.
Sit down. I'll do
this.
Cereal? - Huh? -
Cereal?
Sure.
I made some coffee
for you. - Great, thanks.
Did you fuck
her?
What?
My mother. Did you
fuck her?
No.
You liar! I can
smell her on you.
You're not the
first, did you know that?
Could I have some
milk?
She's had a lot of
young ones like you, eats you up like chocolates.
Could I have a
spoon? - When she finishes a whole box,
she sticks her
finger down her throat, and it comes back up.
You must have done
well in school. - Straight A's.
Food! -
Good!
Food!
Hungry!
I'm kind of hungry.
- Hungry!
Very good. - Good...
Thirsty? Yes.
Two... one...
go!
Almost!
You ever thought
about leaving? - Only a million times.
Why don't you? -
Soon I'm going to Papua New Guinea.
Ever thought about
Alaska? - Why would I go there?
It's very
beautiful.
In my dream, y'know,
the movie dream? There was a place on the Bering Sea.
It's completely
flat, and really, really quiet, y'know?
Not even the wind
whistling, because there's nothing there.
And then there's a
boat,
and
then...
there's the Eskimos.
- The Eskimos!
The Eskimos push
their old people out on ice floes to die! - No!
They don't do that!
Elaine, I was trying to tell you the other night.
Eskimos believe
that, even though you die,
you're never
really
dead.
What
then?
You're...
infinity.
They believe that
when the physical suit of skin dies,
it becomes part of
the earth, but your soul...
keeps going, into
other things...
like
trees...
or fish or
rocks...
or even other
people, who actually are at that point, you.
And if you don't
like what you became?
Shit!
You wait a few
years, and then you turn into something else.
And love works the
same way...
So like, if you and
I went down in a plane crash,
that would be okay,
because our souls would keep going.
And we'd love each
other over and over, from place to place,
because it's
infinity.
And you want to go
there with me? - Yeah.
We would love each
other over and over, for infinity.
Elaine,
we'll go to the
Bering Sea, we'll be in love, and we'll never die.
Never die. We can
leave tomorrow, or we can leave right now.
Okay.
I hope we're not
disturbing. - What are you doing here, Leo?
Axel, is that how
you say hello? - Just hold it.
Mrs. Stalker, nice
seeing you again. Axel, get your things,
and we can get
going. - I'm not going anywhere, Leo.
I bet you're gonna
come. - Paul, hold it. - Alright.
Mrs. Stalker, if we
could just be privately for a moment?
Yes.
So you're working on
the old airplane? - Don't touch it! - I'm sorry.
It's great!
Great.
You should be with
your sick uncle, instead of playing with this
nutcase.
You know, this whole
airplane... - What did you say?
You know what this
is for her? This is like a prescription.
The name you called
her! - Oh, I called her a name? - Yes.
What did I call her?
Can't remember. I think I called her... psycho!
Psychopath! When are
you gonna get it, Axel?
Nothing like freshly
brewed coffee. - It's instant.
I knew that, Mrs.
Stalker.
I don't like
conflict. - No one said you did, Mr. Smilie. -
Sweetie.
I know no one said
that I did.
But we should get
down to business. - We don't have any, Mr. Smilie.
Sweetie. Try
that.
Very nice. We do
have business. I want him returned to me.
He's a man, not an
object, Mr. Smi... Sweetie.
A stranger doesn't
tell a father what a son is.
You'll find it's not
me who's the stranger.
Mrs. Stalker, let me
put it this way:
You see that ' Coup
de Ville? - It's a ' not a ' .
I beg your pardon,
it's a ' and although it's very nice,
it needs suspension
work in the front. - The suspension is perfect.
Fine. Then it needs
a new alignment.
Did you come here to
give automotive advice? - Though an older model,
it still has style.
- Sugar? - I never use it.
Now imagine if you
will,
a brand new Coup de
Ville, fresh from the factory,
sitting alongside
your ' .
The beautiful lines
of the older model
lose their elegance.
The body sags, the finish is dull. You wash it,
wax it, but it's
still lifeless. - Mr. Smilie...
There isn't a thing
you can do to make it new again!
Those two
automobiles do not belong together. Am I clear?
No, the only thing
that's clear, Mr. Smilie... - No! Sweetie!
...is that your
attempt to insult me with car metaphors is incredibly
immature! -
Immature! Right! You could be his mother!
But I'm not, Mr.
Sweetie, I'm his lover.
And I must tell you,
your nephew
is a wild animal in
bed. Perhaps you might ask him for lessons.
I had hoped his
sexual awakening would've been with someone who
knew the difference
between making love and fucking!
Come on! Coffee
break is over, fellows. Back to work!
Come on, Paul! Axel!
Come on! - No! I'm not going!
Paul, grab the other
arm! I'm gonna kick the shit out of you,
little
son-of-a-bitch!
Come on, Axel! - You
don't realize how angry... - Just come along!
I'm really mad! -
Hands off him, Mr. Smilie!
Elaine, you can't
shoot me, I have this performance on Friday.
It's an
audition.
It's not a
performance. It's an audition.
This is
ridiculous.
I mean...
I mean, Mrs.
Stalker, we've said a lot of things, and some
were half kidding...
Why don't you put down the gun?
That I understand.
That makes sense.
No more of
that.
Axel, don't forget,
Friday at : !
Yes, get in the car!
Go back
to where you should
be!
I knew if Paul saw
me, he'd never understand
that going to Papua
New Guinea wasn't the answer. Flying was the secret.
Columbus wouldn't
think I was crazy for building a flying machine,
because history is
all dreams. No rules or books. It's just there,
waiting to be
discovered like when Columbus found this place.
I don't know if he
found his dream.
Fuck with me,
now!
Because in the
middle of a storm, you can't turn back, like Elaine.
She could only sail
straight ahead.
If she asked me to
build a rocket, and take her to another galaxy,
I'd build a
rocket.
Very nice!
Good.
Excellent! You
finished now? - No! - No?
No! - You just
finish.
To remember my
dreams,
I turn them into
stories. But dreams are like life.
You can't catch them
in your hands, because you can't really see them.
If you believe in
your dreams, no tornado, volcano or typhoon
can knock you "out
of love," because love exists on its own.
Listen to me, if you
ever touch this machine again,
I'm going to kill
you!
Being caught in the
dream of two women is the craziest storm of all.
The battle isn't
good and evil, but between weaker and stronger.
The weaker is
desperate for air. At this moment, my feet were
planted in the
ground like a tree,
and if you moved to
one side, you become the storm.
Even though I was
ready to kill Grace, I wasn't sure which side I'd move
to.
So I tried to anchor
myself until the storm passed.
Disgusting!
Turn
around!
That's the second
time. - What is?
Where were you two
minutes ago? - Here?
You smashed the
flying machine again. - Nope.
Because I don't
care. - Liar! - I was here. - Prove it!
How? You see me
playing, right?
To my turtles. -
Why's your hair wet? - Because I just took a bath.
You like these
turtles? - Yeah. - If you want these bastards to
live,
stay away from that
flying machine. - I'm scared. - Are you scared?
I'm scared. - Are
you scared?
D'you think it'll
fly? - I'm more than sure.
Let's do it then! I
can't wait any longer.
I'm
flying!
I'm
flying!
Sometimes you have
to crash into a tree to know what to do,
and realize the
secret of anything is meaningless.
My English teacher
talked about this Russian guy,
who said that if you
see a gun in the first half of a book,
you can be sure
it'll go off in the second half.
Somebody was going
to use that gun. The minute I saw the revolver
in the barn, I
started getting nervous, because
I realized it was
the revolver from my dream.
Never did I think
I'd be an Eskimo in the desert, knowing
I had to kill
something to put it out of its misery.
Suddenly, it was all
clear to me, like wiping the window in the rain.
I was afraid if I
didn't do anything, at any moment something would blow
up,
possibly
me.
So I decided to do
it, just to keep from killing myself.
The only problem was
that they were both so miserable,
I didn't know which
one to shoot...
I've been waiting
for you. - What?
Are you gonna use
it?
Don't talk to me. -
Do it!
What are you afraid
of, Axel?
Nothing.
Do it!
Do it, Axel, do it!
- Shut up!
What are you afraid
of, Axel? - Nothing.
Do it! - Shut
up!
Do it! - Please shut
up, Grace. - Do it! Do it! - Shut up!
If you're not going
to shoot me, sit down on the bed.
You didn't come to
shoot me. You came to make my mother happy. - Don't
talk!
Axel. - Turn around!
- You know what, Axel?
I had a friend just
like you.
When we were little,
we would rollerskate on my huge roof,
no
people,
and I each time I
would get closer to the edge,
and he was standing
behind me,
and wouldn't let me
go over.
Okay.
It's
okay.
I have a game for
you.
Okay. -
Okay.
Old game, strict
rules.
It's your turn. -
No.
You don't say no to
this game.
Okay, I'll
go.
Grace...
please!
Don't. - It's a
game, Axel.
Stop! Don't do
it!
My mother's
sleeping.
Okay, Axel, Look.
Look at me! - Fuck you!
No!
Here. Take
it.
I don't want
it.
What are you,
afraid? - No. I just don't feel like dying.
That's not fair. -
Not fair?
You came in to kill
me,
and we're playing a
game, and you're breaking the rules!
Axel, what are you,
this frightened little boy?
You afraid of
everything?
Axel? You're just
afraid, huh?
You're just a little
boy, you're so scared.
Take the
gun!
Take it!
Go!
No!
No, Axel!
You can't do that!
That's breaking the rules!
Lt'll be
okay.
Thank you, ladies
and gentlemen!
Our next act, Mr.
Paul...
Ledger!
Leger. Paul Leger. -
Paul Leger!
My n... Hello. My
name is Paul Leger.
You may be wondering
what Leger means.
You may be wondering
what kind of name it is. Italian?
Swedish?
Well, actually, it's
French, and it literally means,
"Born to act." And
that's what I'm going to do
this evening. Alfred
Hitchcock style,
performing from the
classic, "North by Northwest."
The famous scene in
which Carey Grant is...
being chased by a
crop-dusting plane.
Fuck!
Shit!
Thank you very much,
Paul Leger! - I'm not done!
I'm not
done!
I'm not
done!
Thank
you!
A one? One? I was
brilliant! Can't you see brilliance?
A one! I should have
got a ten!
A ten! A one! A one!
On amateur night?
Axel, I really have
to talk to you. - Hi, Millie. Sit down.
A one? What do you
know about art? - Can we go over there? - Sure.
Elaine. This is
Elaine. This is Millie. - Hello.
Leo's
fiancee.
This is Grace.
Grace, this is Millie.
Okay...
Where is he, Millie?
Leo!
He's over here. He's
locked himself in the bedroom.
Leo, can I come in?
- Open the door, Leo!
Open up! - Go
away!
Let's go inside. -
Alright. One... two... three!
Millie! Get an
ambulance!
You okay?
Shouldn't I say
something? - To who? - Your parents?
They're dead,
Leo.
I know that, but
should I say something or not?
Don't talk like
that. You'll be fine. - I know, I'm gonna be fine.
Promise you'll take
care of Millie. - Don't say that!
Don't talk, just
promise.
Alright, I
promise.
Good, now that
that's taken care of, I want you to...
buy yourself a few
nice suits and go back to New York.
I want to stay with
you. I want to sell cars.
I don't want you to
sell cars! You'll grow up soon enough!
I am grown up,
Leo.
I love
you.
I'm okay, I'm
just...
just stacking
cars.
I need you to help
me.
It's too
late.
They're not driving
the big models anymore.
Leo, we can work in
the showroom, we can sell cars together,
you and
me.
Too late, Axel, the
dream's over. - I've been practicing my "Hellos."
You want to hear my
"Hellos"?
I got to start
climbing.
It's a long way,
Axel.
It's a long way to
the moon.
You never came
back.
There was a lot of
legal stuff to take care of. I'm sorry.
So not even a phone
call?
I know, Elaine. I
just got caught up in what was going on.
I'm really sorry. I
wanted to call a thousand times.
I'm really
sorry.
So you just decided
to pop over for a quick cup of coffee?
You can just waltz
over here? - Please, it's your birthday tomorrow.
What do you care? -
My uncle died. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner,
I had to take care
of the funeral. - There's no sympathy here!
Is that okay with
you?
Please, let's
celebrate your birthday.
What do you
care?
You know what you
should do? Turn around and go back.
Just go back where
you came from, OK?
How's Millie,
huh?
Where are you going?
- What did you just say? I should go.
Are you going? Are
you just going to go now? How long are you going for?
Are you going
forever? - Do you want me to stay or go?
I want you to go! -
Fine! - I want you!
I want you to
come!
So what do you want
to do? You want to go or stay?
I want to
stay.
I don't think you
need this right now.
She'll be okay. She
just gets like this.
Alright, but I'm not
staying in there tonight, okay?
It's going to be
okay...
Nothing is going to
be OK!
Come on!
Elaine, wait! I
brought you a present.
I don't want it! -
You don't even know what it is!
Elaine, you don't
know what it is.
Come on, Elaine,
please. Take it.
I don't want it. -
It's a present!
Thank you for the
wad of paper. - It's two tickets for Shishmaref.
It's right on the
Bering Sea.
Train tickets? -
Yeah. - You expect me me to go all the way to Alaska
by train? - You said
you didn't want to fly again... - No, I didn't!
Yes, you did! - No,
I didn't! - Yes, you did! - No, I didn't!
I want to fly there.
- Okay.
I'm gonna cancel the
train tickets and make a plane reservation, okay?
Alright. -
Stop!
What? - You think
I'm old, don't you?
No! - Yes, you do. -
Don't tell me what I think.
That's why the
train, you're ashamed! - No, I'm not! I'm going to
trade these tickets
in. - I don't mind. You're right.
I'm old, you're
young. It's disgusting!
Just stop it! -
Can't you find someone your own age?
Why me? - I want to
be with you! - I don't need your pity!
It's not pity,
Elaine. I'm trying to give you love. - Love!
What do you know
about love? - What do you know? - You're a child!
What you need is
someone sweet...
and
beautiful...
and young! - Like
who?
Like
Millie.
She's like
Switzerland, beautiful but dumb. - Listen.
She was my uncle's
fiancee. I don't want her. I want you!
This is crazy! -
Ronny used to say that, and Grace still says it,
"Take your
medication, Mother, or you'll be crazy."
But he hurt her, and
I killed him,
and I'm not crazy! -
And I'm not your husband!
Do you understand?
You are fucking crazy! - Get out!
I'm not damn
leaving! - Get out of my house!
You asked me to
stay! - I did not! I want you to go!
Go! - I'm fucking
tired of this game. What do you want?
What do you want? -
I want you to understand me!
You know something?
- What? - Paul was right.
Paul was right? -
Paul was right.
Paul was
right?
You listen to him?
What did he say?
Nothing. -
What?
Not a fucking thing!
- I'm going to find out... who I am.
You're going
nowhere! Where are you gonna go?
Let me go! - Elaine,
come on, you're not crazy.
Show me you're not
crazy! - Let me go!
I don't think you're
old. I think you're beautiful. Don't say it again.
Let me
go!
Stop!
Elaine! - Get out of
my life! - Put it down!
Put it down! - Get
out of my house!
That's enough! -
No!
That's
enough!
I can't believe she
did it!
I'm going to
fly!
You fucked my
wife?
You fucked my
wife?
Oh, fuck!
Come on!
Listen! That is
Mexico! This is America.
We speak English. -
Yes. - Look at his face!
What do you
mean?
Shit!
Paul, will you quit
it? - I'm having a nightmare!
You're distracting
her. She's trying to fly the plane.
Please! - This isn't
happening!
I hate this
film!
Life is
beautiful.
I think what you did
is beautiful.
Thanks.
I'm sorry about your
uncle.
Yeah, me
too.
Where d'you think he
is right now?
Right
now?
He's probably on the
moon, driving a golden Cadillac.
Life is
beautiful.
Grace? -
Yeah.
D'you think it would
be really bad if...
I kissed you? -
No.
No?
You want to hear
it?
I'm sorry. - Are you
going to listen? - Yes. - Alright.
Elaine is like a
blueberry pie. The pie is good, but it's very messy.
She's a kind of
trick. - Oh my gosh! - Let's say she's a blueberry
pie.
She looks good. She
smells good.
Probably even tastes
good, but there's one problem:
When you take a
bite, you've got pins poking you in the mouth.
Choking you in the
mouth. You understand what I'm telling you?
Good boy. Do you
understand?
Do you understand? -
Yeah. - Okay.
These philosophies,
with pies and bananas
and Q-tips
and...
I'm an
artist.
You're a bullshit
artist. - Bullshit artist, artist, whatever.
Art is art. - Axel,
it's my birthday. Dance?
Run!
Beautiful.
Sure.
I was right. - What
time is the train for Alaska?
You mean the plane?
- No, the train.
We're flying. Didn't
you fly all day?
You can't take that
all the way to Alaska, it's too cold.
I don't want to fly
there. - I already changed the reservations.
We have to take the
train. It's safer.
So you want me to
switch the plane reservations
into train
reservations? - Yes. - Okay.
It's
time.
...
Stairs, stairs,
stairs...
Wall...
Axel?
Axel, here,
here.
I'm
sorry.
Don't touch me.
Watch my face.
Axel? - Watch my
face. Wait.
Wait.
Stairs! -
Stairs!
Axel! -
Stairs!
Tree!
Tree and
table!
I can't see nothing.
Axel!
I can't
see!
Wait for
me!
I found
it!
What? -
Here!
She found it! -
Here! - She found it! - Wait for me!
I found
it!
Come on, I found
it!
Paul! - Axel! I
can't see nothing!
Axel? - Where are
you?
Here? Okay
everybody?
It's
raining!
It's
raining!
It's
raining!
Come on, it's
raining.
It's
raining.
It's fucking
raining!
Mom! Mother! -
Yes!
I'm coming over,
mom!
Here we go! Happy
Birthday! - I love you. - I love you!
Happy Birthday! - I
love you.
I'm going
in!
Go play.
Go play.
Did I tell you about
when Axel treated me for my st birthday dinner?
My good pal? - No. -
Can I tell her the story?
Or would you like
to? - Go ahead. - Anyway, he decided
he was going to take
me out for dinner and pay for it himself.
He'd saved up some
money. We go to this restaurant.
This place we used
to go with Leo. We drove up there together...
and we had this
great big meal.
I knew it would be
expensive, but he said, "The sky's the limit."
After dinner I went
to the bathroom, and when I come out,
I see him standing
by the door, and he looks unusually nervous.
And the waiter is
standing by our table, flapping the check,
kind of pointing at
the check. And I look at Axel... - You coming?
I go up to him,
"What's going on? Did you pay?"
Will you help me
wrap the presents?
"You said you were
paying." He made me bring no money.
I say, "Whaddya mean
you have no money, Axel?"
Next thing I know,
we're being chased by our waiter,
who was fifty, but,
like, mean...
Hi! - Hi!
What's
that?
No!
Very
nice!
I want you to have
something.
For me? - Uh
huh.
It's beautiful. - I
want you to have the world.
Thank
you.
I was thinking about
what you said. - What did I say?
That I was supposed
to be with you. - Hand me that tape?
Yeah.
When I first met her
I felt something,
kind of
strong.
I didn't know what
it was.
I didn't know what
to call it.
Now everything's
turned around, and she's like...
She's like this
cloud
that I can see
through, and on the other side I see you.
And I feel something
very strong.
I think I know what
to call it.
That make any
sense?
Put your finger
here?
Yup. What do you
think?
About what? - About
us, kind of...
belonging
together.
Will Paul like this
lamp?
He'll love it. What
do you think?
I think wrongs don't
make a right.
Meaning what? -
Meaning us. Two wrongs.
What if we're two
rights, and everybody else is wrong?
Either way, we're
going to be screwed. - But screwed together.
I wish I could take
you with me. - Let's go right now! No trains,
no planes, no
fucking doors. We'll go right out the window!
I have to take care
of some business.
The house? -
Yes.
Last night I dreamt
I'm in the desert, and my house is tied around my
neck,
and my body's
breaking under its weight, and it's engulfed in
flames.
The flames are
climbing the rope, and
they almost reach my
neck, and before they do, I wake up, and I know
that I have to get
rid of this house.
I want you to
promise me something. - What?
When you're done
with the house, we can go away.
Come on!
Come on!
I
promise.
You promise? -
Yeah.
I
promise.
Good.
It's a funny
story.
I have a lot of
funny stories.
Here they
are!
Is this is for me?
You bought this for me? Very nice.
Here.
Thank
you.
You open yours
first.
Look what I got from
her.
I feel like a clam,
right?
I've always wanted
to be a big sea turtle. They're always happy.
How do you know that
it's happy? - Because they're always smiling.
Turtles don't smile.
- They do. - They don't.
I don't think
turtles smile. - They do, and they live forever.
Who wants to live
forever? I'd like to die when I'm .
You want to die when
you're ? - Yes. - How?
How? I'd take off
all my clothes and get into a bathtub of ice-cold
vodka.
I'd have the TV in
the room, watching "North by Northwest,"
when the airplane
scene comes, I'd pull the TV into the tub.
I hate that
film!
I'd like to die as a
little girl.
I'd go up on the
roof and jump off, and I'd be flying.
I'd look down and
see all the people, but instead of falling, I'd just
fly,
higher and
higher.
What did I
get?
What is this thing?
- Lava lamp. - Nice.
Axel, what about
you? - It's very nice.
I'd like to
be...
I'd like to be
thrown off a cliff, and my body could smash into the
rocks.
But I wouldn't want
a lot of people at the funeral, looking at me.
You'd be smashed up.
Why would you want them to look at you? - I don't
want to be in the
box, people staring at me.
You'll wind up
living forever. - No.
Grace, what about
you?
Me? I'm not gong to
die.
I'm going to live
forever, until one day I'll wake up and I'll be a
turtle.
Turtle-Grace!
Sing it!
Night. - Good
night.
I love
you.
Good night. - Why
"Good night"? We just got by the fire.
We're having a good
time. - I have to get up and do things.
Stay a little while.
- Come on.
Come on! - Okay,
I'll see you. "Good bye."
Come on,
Grace!
Is something wrong?
Did I say something?
Come on!
Axel, I'm tired too.
- In the middle of the song!
Are you coming,
Axel? - Yup. Good night.
Just leave me in the
middle of a song! I had a great moment!
Go up and sleep,
leaving me soaking wet here!
Good night, Paul. -
Night, Elaine. Wasn't that a funny story I said?
What do you know
about funny? Throw your dinner on the floor.
No one wants to cut
the birthday cake. Well, I'll cut the cake, thank
you.
Happy Birthday to
me! Happy Birthday to Paul!
That's me!
Paul!
Looks like she left
about candles off the cake.
Alright! Good!
Enough, guys. Enough!
Stop! Come
on.
I've got to work.
Time is money. Have a drink.
You need a
drink.
Go home, suffer with
your families. Suffer like animals!
Why do I have to
talk to four fake artists? That's my day!
So good!
"The
Godfather"!
...big deal, and
there was something in it for me if I could help him
out.
He said you were
being tough on the negotiations,
but if they could
get a little help and close the deal fast,
it'd be good for the
family. - Do you believe that?
Do you believe that?
- He said there was something in it for me!
On my own! - I've
always taken care of you.
Taken care of
me?
You're my kid
brother! You take care of me?
You ever think about
that? You ever once think about that?
Send Freddo off to
do this!
Let Freddo take care
of... ...some Mickey Mouse night club.
Send Freddo to pick
up somebody at the airport!
I'm your older
brother, and I was stepped over! - Pop wanted it.
It ain't the way I
wanted it!
I can handle things,
I'm smart!
Not like everybody
says, I'm smart and I want respect!
Tell me about the
investigation.
The Senate
lawyer,
he belongs to
Wroth.
Freddo,
you're nothing to me
now,
not a brother, not a
friend.
I don't want to know
you, or what you do.
I don't want to see
you in hotels. I don't want you near my house.
When you see our
mother, I want to know a day in advance,
so I won't be
there.
Understand?
Mikey!
I don't want
anything happenin' to ya, not while our mother is
alive.
Grace!
Go home!
Grace! No!
Grace!
You
promised!
For the last time, I
heard a voice that wasn't my mother's,
whispering, "Good
morning, Columbus."
It didn't bother me.
Then the voice became lower and turned into a wind
that sent the
peaceful smell of cheap cologne.
And I realized, like
Columbus, I had to live in a world of cheap cologne,
and I wasn't sure
any discovery in America was possible anymore.
Smoothing roads and
counting fish wasn't science,
but somehow it
prepared me for the ocean...
I don't know why,
but my father's words jumped back into my head,
that work was like a
hat on your head,
and even if you
didn't have any pants, you shouldn't be ashamed of your
ass,
because you had a
hat.
And even though my
uncle Leo worked for everything he got,
I'm not sure he got
what he needed.
Elaine and Grace
were really one person,
too big for one
body, no matter how much they loved or hated each
other.
After the storm, I
couldn't say life was beautiful,
but all I kept
hoping for was the Eskimo boy in my dream
to run out of one of
these doors and hug me.
Though I no longer
felt like a fish, and realized I knew nothing,
I was happy to be
alive...
What a wonderful
fish. - What a wonderful fish!
Yes,
wonderful.
We have to catch it
today. We will catch it today.
Do the eyes start on
either side of the head?
Yes, it's a very
strange fish.
When it becomes an
adult, one eye moves across, joins the other.
Why do they do that?
- Maybe it's like a...
A badge of maturity.
They passed through the nightmare. - Nightmare?
The nightmare that
separates children from adults.
Come. -
Quickly.
We got it! We got
it!
We got it!
Slowly.
Slowly!
Slowly!
Don't move! Don't
move!
Look, its color
changes to match the ocean floor. - Camouflage.
If one Arrowtooth
Halibut sinks on top of the head of another,
the bottom one
doesn't make a fuss, but waits until the other one
moves.
I wouldn't like
anyone to sit on my head. - You are still young.
One eye begins to
move to the other side.
Then it's better to
have both eyes on the same side? - No. Different.
What do you
lose?
Your other side. You
lose something, but you also gain something.
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