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"Lord, I'm Comin'" This is Gavin Friday.

♪ I think I fell in love ♪

♪ You smile alone ♪

♪ Like a drunken drug ♪

♪ Has gone and left me ♪

♪ Lord I'm comin' ♪

♪ I think I sold my soul ♪

♪ To what to who ♪

♪ I still don't know ♪

♪ My world is broken ♪

♪ My world is broken ♪

♪ And all the big mistakes... ♪

Well, what sex is that carrot?

Um, hmm...

Moving on.

♪ From what I've seen ♪

♪ You're magnificent ♪

♪ You fight evil ♪

♪ With all you do ♪

♪ Your every act ♪

♪ Is spectacular ♪

♪ It makes me lay here ♪

♪ And love you ♪

Hey, Cheyenne.

♪ From what I've seen ♪

♪ You're magnificent ♪

♪ You fight evil ♪

♪ With all you do ♪

♪ You're every act ♪

♪ Is spectacular ♪

♪ It makes me lay here ♪

♪ And love you ♪

Yes!

♪ What I'm... ♪

Isn't it kind of dangerous to be investing

in the stock market with all this crisis?

Danger is my middle name.

Why do we always come here? Coffee is shit.

For the cozy atmosphere.

You know where they make good coffee?

In Naples.

You drank a coffee there on May 31st, 1984

during the Cheyenne's Bad Friends tour.

Bad Friends, the Cheyenne and the Fellows' sixth album.

If the crisis drags on,

you can write my official biography.

Then I'll be sure to write that when you went for a swim at Posillipo

someone stole your clothes and shoes.

Naples is a violent place. Ha-ha.

Violence is everywhere, except that it doesn't always show.

- Hello. - Oh!

I'm Cheyenne.

I know. I, on the other hand, would be Desmond.

This would be Desmond.

Mary.

Excuse me if I'm being too direct, Mary, but, um...

I was wondering, if it's OK with your father here, and...

...maybe we could go out sometime.

- He's not my father. - Oh.

I think that the idea

of the two of you

going out together is nice 'cause...

What sort of music do you listen to?

Uh, I...

Um...

Mariah Carey.

Thank you for your invitation, Desmond, but I'm afraid I'm busy

for the next 14 years.

♪ Open up your door and let me in ♪

♪ 'Cause you know it's over ♪

Something's wrong here.

I don't know exactly what it is.

But something.

Hey, Chey?

Hey, how you doing?

Tesco shot up.

If I sell now, we'll make 30 thousand euro.

You know, I don't think the stock exchange is doing you much good.

- Really? - Really. What's for supper?

Pizza. Veggie pizza.

God, you are full of surprises. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

Don't overdue it on the pizza, you'll lose.

I never lose.

Is that so?

Sometimes I let you win.

Oh, really?

And why would you do that?

To make you feel like a stud.

Fore!

Ready?

Yah!

Ace!

Game to me, 21, 12!

Because of my fucking sciatica.

Aw, the shite. I told you sometimes I let you win.

Did you really mean that?

Any news of Tony?

Not a word.

Did you open that letter from MTV?

Can you pass the cream please?

Aren't you even curious to know what it said?

Only up to a point.

Oh, my God. Look, when you see these big, black ones, you've gotta tell me.

That's really gross.

MTV has worldwide coverage, you know that? It's broadcast live.

And this year, as their very special guest,

after 20 years out of the spotlight,

they would like to have Cheyenne and the Fellows.

Oh. Why is Lady Gaga?

Don't you even want to think about it?

I already did think about it 20 years ago and...

...I'm still busy.

I'm gonna wait for you in bed.

Naked.

Who are you?

The future. May I speak with your husband?

Yeah, sure, right through there. The past awaits you.

How are you? I'm Steven. We saw each other at the mall.

I was singing Bonnie "Prince" Billy, do you remember?

Uh, I don't remember.

Nah, of course you don't, because it's a really shitty cover.

Oh. Shitty cover.

I brought a live demo we do with me and me group.

I want you to produce our first album.

I'm not a producer.

You should be.

Well, you are rather determined, aren't you?

- Rather. - What made you think of me?

Well, you used to let the rhythm guitar predominate over the masturbating lead guitar.

Nobody did that as well as you and I'm in complete agreement with that approach.

In fact, I'm in total divergence with our lead guitar.

Yeah, we had that problem.

In the end, we had to get rid of the guitarist.

Can't get rid of our guitarist, man. He's me brother.

Listen, if you produce us, you can have your say about everything.

except the name of the group, that is non-negotiable.

What do you call yourselves?

The Pieces of Shit.

That's a really good choice.

You're fuckin' right it is, yeah.

Took us six months to come up with it.

Besides, it's exactly the right name

for this moment in history.

I'll see you, brother.

I don't have this one.

Fuck, a bootleg copy.

Fuck! Desmond, where did you come across that relic?

I... went out and...

- ...when... - You gave it to him.

What the fuck does that mean?

You two arranged the whole thing ahead of time.

- You fuckin' morons. - Well, you're fucking paranoid.

I'm sorry, Mary.

I invited Desmond to supper on Friday

and you have to come too.

Forget it. Not on your life.

Morgan Labs, buy 70, hold 30 percent.

That bitch Melanie dumped me.

- How long were you together? - Four days.

Are you suffering?

Like the last panda standing.

That woman extinguished me.

Oh, keep your eye on the Tesco shares.

They look like teenage girls standing outside the school.

They're growing in front of our very eyes.

Listen, remind me to tell you about that antiques dealer I shagged on Wednesday.

One leg in a cast. Mate, it was the most satisfying fuck I've ever had.

I don't think that would interest me very much.

Excuse me.

Karen, God bless you, thanks for calling me back.

Yeah, yeah. No, I feel so lonely.

- How is your life, grandma? - Great,

except for my husband.

Go take a lover.

I have that already, like everything else.

And yours? How's yours going?

My life? Now I feel just...

high.

How many times must we tell you you're not welcome at our sons' graves?

Um, Friday...

...that dinner you mentioned.

I'll be there.

Did you do the bike?

Bike.

- Shh! - You do it...

Cheyenne?

It's Mary.

Can you drop by?

Mom's gone mental over that story about Tony.

Probably do her good to see a friendly face.

I was just asking myself,

why, with all the vices I've indulged in my life,

I never took up smoking.

Where's my son?

That's what you should be asking yourself.

Everything else is bullshit.

Unfortunately, I don't know where he is.

Go find him then.

All of you.

Three months is an eternity.

Why?

If everything is just fine...

...why would someone just leave...

...without saying a word?

Without sending news?

Why?

You never took up smoking because you remained a child.

Children are the only ones that never get the urge to smoke.

Tony never smoked either.

OK, so I know you're wondering what sort of position you have to use

to shag someone who's leg is in a cast up to their crotch.

I wasn't wondering that in the least, Jeffrey.

You have to use different things, you know, experiment.

How do you manage to get all these women?

If you think about it...

...you're not handsome

and you're not smart.

Instead, you are invasive

and egocentric

and you sweat like a pig.

So what makes you so fucking special?

Special, yeah, nothin'.

I've got two things that most other men don't have.

I've got curiosity and time.

You see, Cheyenne, I dedicate a whole lot of time to women,

you know, and in the end, that's what seduces them.

I'm beside them all the time,

for up to six months straight if I have to, every single fuckin' day, you understand?

And they don't cave in because they're exhausted, oh, no.

They cave in because they didn't believe they were worth all that time. Do you get it?

Pretty much. And the curiosity part?

The curiosity is the fire that keeps you going for six months straight.

Know what my lame-legged lover said to me just before I came?

She was panting. "Explode on my cast," she said,

"I want you to sign it for me."

Moments like that, make you feel like a better man, you know.

What the fuck are you doing? You like making me talk to meself, do you?

Did I ever tell you about the time that Jane fell asleep

watching TV while smoking a joint

and a pillow on the couch caught on fire

but I realized it in time and managed to put it out?

I forgot to tell you a crucial detail,

Desmond, that's why you're not laughing.

Jane is a firefighter by profession.

So, Desmond, you live alone or what?

Me? No.

With my family, unfortunately. I have six brothers.

Fuck! Six brothers!

Yeah, six lazy slackers

who don't do a damn thing all day.

It would be good if they all were to vanish from the face of the Earth for a while.

Excuse me. I need to go to the loo.

Nice move, Desmond.

- What did I say wrong? - Nothin'.

Women are always running off to the bathroom, you know.

When you're young you think it's to go and snort cocaine,

but as the years go by you learn there could be many reasons.

Got like food stuck in their teeth, their period.

Yeah, take notes, Desmond.

Jeffrey clearly knows all about us women.

Cheyenne, the roast beef looks lovely.

Too bad Michelle and I don't eat meat.

Michelle is the little doggy.

Ugh.

Ugh!

How deep is it at its deepest point?

Seven feet.

What's wrong with your dog?

I don't know. Jane looks after him.

Do you not work, Cheyenne?

I don't have to.

Everybody has to work. You don't have any kids?

- No. - Why not?

Rock stars shouldn't have kids because you run the risk

that your daughter becomes a wacky stylist.

Why isn't there any water in your pool?

I don't know.

No one ever filled it.

What about you doing it?

Well, as a matter of fact,

Jane and I play barehand pelota in it.

And pelota is more fun than swimming.

So why do you...?

Desmond, I didn't invite you to dinner to interview me!

Sorry.

Sorry.

♪ From what I've seen ♪

♪ You're magnificent ♪

I'll never manage to get it together with Mary.

♪ You fight evil ♪

I really fancy her.

The secret is time, Desmond.

Spend time with her.

All the time she needs.

And she'll come around, you'll see.

That's what wins women over.

♪ And love you ♪

It makes them feel safe.

♪ It makes me lay here ♪

♪ And love you ♪

Please don't give up on Mary, Desmond.

Promise me.

- Jane? - Hmm.

I think I'm a tad depressed.

Hmm.

No.

I think a man who does that

with his wife of 35 years like it's for the first time...

...is not depressed.

Maybe you're confusing depression and boredom.

Hello.

Hello?

My father is dying of old age.

A non-existent disease and I haven't flown in 30 years.

Fear of flying isn't your only problem.

That's true. I also have a mild fear of dying.

You can't die until you sell off those Tesco shares.

What will you do while I'm away?

Oh, the usual things.

Take it easy on the tai chi.

Jane, can I ask you something?

Sure, honey, what?

Why did you let an architect

write "cuisine" on the kitchen wall?

It's silly. I know it's the kitchen.

You come back to me soon. You know I can't live without you.

It's not true, but it's kind of you to say.

The problem is it just doesn't last.

- A half an hour and it's already worn off. - It's true.

I even tried powder puffs.

Your lips are plenty glam without it.

Stop joking. I'm serious.

Have you tried the ones with bee pollen? They usually last quite a while.

Nope, you need one with hydrating elements, like Lancome.

Otherwise it's flaking like plaster after an hour.

The brand doesn't matter.

The brand doesn't matter.

If you want real staying power you have to put a thin layer

of face powder on your lips first, it's the secret.

And then, your lipstick will last all day.

♪ Warm ♪

♪ The body is warm ♪

♪ The muscles twitch ♪

♪ The posture compensates ♪

♪ And cold ♪

♪ The arrow is cold ♪

♪ The friction warms ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ But the point ♪

♪ Is pure ♪

♪ The wound ♪

♪ It is secure ♪

♪ Trial by error ♪

♪ Follow a sun ♪ - Hi, cousin.

Hi, Richard.

♪ And the one we have ♪

♪ Will do ♪

You're late. What took you so long?

♪ What is the message ♪

♪ On those gamma rays ♪

♪ That are a-penetrating ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Home is where I want to be ♪

♪ Pick me up and turn me round ♪

♪ I feel numb ♪

♪ Born with a weak heart ♪

♪ Guess I must be having fun ♪

♪ The less we say about it the better ♪

♪ Make it up as we go along ♪

♪ Feet on the ground Head in the sky ♪

♪ It's OK I know nothing's wrong nothing ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ I got plenty of time ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ You got light in your eyes ♪

♪ And you're standing here beside me ♪

♪ I love the passing of time ♪

♪ Never for money Always for love ♪

♪ Cover up and say goodnight ♪

♪ Say goodnight... ♪

Next, I'm gonna play the whole city. I'm just kidding.

David, there's something that I have to tell you.

'Cause even though we haven't seen each other in all these years,

I still can't believe you consider me a friend.

Why is that?

Because we haven't the slightest thing in common.

You have such precise thoughts,

ideas that you turn into reality and... you amaze people with your ideas

and they call you the most extraordinary thing,

an artist, and they're right.

David Byrne is an artist.

Well, you did that when you were performing.

Fuck I was, David, the fuck I was.

I was a fucking pop star.

And I just wrote dreary songs because they were all the rage

and made tons of money, just depressed songs for depressed kids,

And two of them, more fragile than the rest,

ended up doing themselves in as a result of it.

And now, I go to a cemetery once a week to appease my guilt

and it doesn't make it better, it makes it fucking worse!

And then my wife asks me why I don't play anymore!

And I think she must be a fool because...

But then she maybe, she just loves me very much,

which makes her more of a fool because she doesn't know what a disaster her husband is!

And that's it, David, that's it!

Before the inferno, my life could be summed up in a single word,

lightheartedness.

...to assure safe passage we will join...

Who's that? Do you know who that is?

Everyone knows him.

Not me.

That's Mordecai Midler.

Who is he?

A legend.

I got it right here, but I tell you you won't call me in the next 30.

Thirty minutes, we got a deal, right?

The ring's in my pocket. Alright, bye.

Enjoy yourself, my friend.

If you wanna look death in the face, you can't go wrong in a tourist trap like this.

Ernie Ray, financial broker. Big deals as you've ever needed.

Do I look like a person who makes big deals?

Hey, money can be found in the most improbable place.

- It's experience talking, my friend. - That's your big experience talking, Ernie.

You know you're a good guy, you.

Tell me, how fuckin' old are you, I can't figure out.

I'm as old as I look under all this face paint and lipstick.

You're a good guy, I knew it.

I know you got some good big problems right now.

But I won't ask now because I know you wouldn't tell me.

Do you know what my problem is now?

No, but I have the feeling I'm gonna to be hearing about it.

So if the boss calls me an hour ago and says Ernie

you're gonna fly to London tomorrow and stay for a month.

That's all well and good, except for the fact

that I'm in New York City with my pickup and I'm gonna to get back to Texas.

My wife needs me. Not I give a shit about that.

The real problem is a garage in the city costs me a fuckin' fortune.

That my friend... that's my problem.

If I recall correctly, there are companies that deal with that sort of thing.

Hey, I'm not giving up my pickup to some fuckin' company,

Win me no trust.

- Then there's no solution. - It's right.

There's no solution.

Did you read them?

I flipped through them. He didn't talk about me at all.

You never say a word about him. You two are exactly the same.

How about the sketches? Did you look at them?

I didn't understand a fucking thing.

He drew everything that might be of help in searching for him.

In searching for who, Richard?

I didn't talk to my father in 30 years.

I don't know the first thing about him.

After you left for Ireland...

...all he ever did was search for Aloise Lange,

his persecutor at Auschwitz,

in every corner of the United States.

He never found him.

But he got awfully close.

So close, that he found his American wife.

Those drawings are important.

They could lead right the hiding place of a Nazi criminal.

But aren't they all dead?

Not all of then.

Life expectancy has risen, you know.

So what am I supposed to do with this stuff?

You can take it to Mordecai Midler.

He's flushed out more than 700 Nazi criminals.

Why didn't you talk to him for 30 years?

He didn't love me.

I have some materials that may be of service

in capturing a Nazi war criminal named Aloise Lange.

Teeth, I'm interested in teeth, my dear boy.

Ever since the Nazis died or became too old to be extradited,

I'm looking for the teeth.

Whatever happened to all the gold teeth the Jews had, huh?

Tons of teeth!

Stashed away in some safe somewhere

or hanging around the necks of some grand dames you see,

I wanna know, because those teeth, they're ours!

Something is not quite right here

and I'm not exactly sure what, but something.

I know.

Because this is not an argument for trendy boys like you, hmm.

Your father, he spoke to me about you.

Well, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna look for Aloise Lange?

No, I'm looking for the teeth, like I said.

You really take after your father. You're both rather pedantic.

My instinct tells me that pedantry

is an essential characteristic for capturing Nazis.

True. But solitude is the playground of resentment.

Your father was too much alone.

He started feeding his resentment towards someone

who was a lot less wicked than many others.

I know who Aloise Lange is, he's a nobody.

Besides, he's gotta be 95 by now.

So chances are, nine out of ten, he's already dead.

But did the two of you actually look for him?

A little. He was a small fish.

We were hunting sharks.

Oh, of course.

It makes a bigger impression.

What are you insinuating?

That even Nazi hunters follow the rules of show business

and go where the biggest publicity will be.

I don't let anyone play me for a fool

looking for publicity.

We all play the fool sometimes.

Yeah, speak for yourself,

all dressed up like that.

Now listen up, boy, I sacrificed my own life in order to find those bastards.

That's not exactly what I would call show business!

A lot of the Jews who survived, they got over it but not me!

I'm 79 years old, I'm still living in 1940!

Just like your father.

- You a practicing Jew? - No.

You know about the Holocaust?

In a general sort of way.

And your father, did you know your father?

In a general sort of way.

Where the fuck have you been living all this time?

How're you with dogs?

I have a dog, my wife looks after him.

Aw, I take care of mine. Name is Who.

The fucker's full of rage inside, but he won't show it... like you.

Now, can I get the cellphone number from you?

I've never had a cell phone.

Before the inferno, my life could be summed up in a single word--

lightheartedness.

As a child I like to stare at the Polish sky,

the same sky that later I saw from the camp,

stained with black stripes, the smoke of my relatives.

Yet that macabre vision

did not prevent me from enjoying the beauty of the sky.

Another monstrous thought,

like all the thoughts people in the inferno had.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Pieces Of Shit.

♪ Mama didn't talk about ♪

♪ Nobody else ♪

♪ Daddy wouldn't say a thing ♪

♪ He kept it to himself ♪

♪ Home improvement ♪

♪ Out by the power lines ♪

♪ Riding to paradise ♪

♪ Ooh Eliza ♪

♪ I know I know you are ♪

♪ Ooh Eliza come back ♪

♪ It's not that far ♪

♪ Ooh Eliza I know ♪

♪ Right from wrong... ♪

Do you have a free room?

They're all free.

Yes, we need fewer guns in the hands of people

who shouldn't have them.

Yes, we need more money for our schools

and more outstanding teachers in the classroom

and more after school programs for our children.

Yes, we need more jobs and more job training

and more opportunity in our community...

Touchdown for the senior!

Unbelievable!

Flat out mission to tackle...

Hi Jane.

How are you?

Any news from Tony?

No, I'm not in the least bit tired.

I board the ship in half an hour.

Well, who knows.

You can't tell how rough it's going to be from the port.

Richard's fine. He's grown into a very handsome man.

Except I think he has false teeth.

Why are you laughing?

Well, it's just that they're so perfect

that I can't believe that they're real.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm just jealous.

Well, in a week from now,

I'll be home.

♪ Home ♪

♪ Is where I want to be ♪

♪ Pick me up ♪

♪ And turn me round ♪

♪ I feel numb ♪

♪ Born with a weak heart ♪

♪ Guess I must be having fun ♪

♪ The less we say about it ♪

♪ The better... ♪

Didn't you use to drink a lot?

Enough to decide to stop.

You like tattoos?

I was just asking myself that when I was looking at you.

I don't know.

I haven't made up my mind.

I make tattoos for a living.

That must be a good job.

Not a job.

It's an art.

Have you noticed

how nobody works anymore?

and everybody does something artistic?

And what do you do?

Well, at this particular moment...

...I'm trying to fix up a sad boy...

...and a sad girl.

But it's not easy.

I suspect

that sadness is not compatible with sadness.

I fixed up my aunt, she's handicapped,

with a friend of mine, a barber.

Good barber.

It's a beautiful thing.

They keep each other company.

And they're grateful to me.

Another beautiful thing.

Gratitude.

Life is full of beautiful things.

True.

But gratitude is the most beautiful thing of all.

And what are you doing here in the godforsaken place?

I'm looking for a Nazi criminal from Auschwitz.

Really?

Aren't they all dead?

That's what I thought, too, but apparently they're not.

And what are you gonna do when you find him?

Would you like to kill me, dear?

No, ma'am.

Why would I want to do that?

I'm John Smith, a former student of yours.

And I was in the area

and I thought I would stop by

and say hello.

John Smith?

Hmm. No, I don't recall that name.

That's odd because I remember all my students.

Hmm.

Well, of course in high school

I didn't dress like this or wear makeup.

Then why do you do it now that you're grown, John?

I don't like this one bit.

You have to promise me that you will address this problem of yours.

I promise.

That's not the point. The point is your name doesn't ring a bell.

Maybe because it's such a common name.

Emily, I want you to be a good girl.

Don't make a mess. You have to stay in here because I have a visitor.

Jackie.

Do you like my student?

Of course not.

Jackie has a terrible temper.

I really enjoyed your history lessons, ma'am.

Thank you, dear.

I still remember one

that was very memorable...

...about the Holocaust.

- The Holocaust? - Mmm.

Oh, that's odd. We never used to get to that till the end of the school term,

and then we would just rush right through it.

Sometimes I would skip it altogether.

Not my year.

I remember it. It was very...

...touching.

Well, naturally, it... it...

It was a tragedy.

The children.

No one should ever touch the children.

Why did the Germans

decide to exterminate the Jews?

I don't know, dear.

That... that's one of those million dollar questions, I'm afraid.

But so many books have been written about it

and you're a historian so you must have thought about it.

They wanted their money.

- Their money? - Mmm.

But not all the Jews were rich.

They all had something.

This tea is delicious.

No, it's not. I don't make good tea.

I tried to develop the habit

but I have never had a life of habits.

How is your husband?

My husband is dead, unfortunately.

He's been dead for ten years.

I'm sorry. And your children?

Nathan lives in Asia. I never see him.

That's a shame.

Well, Nathan was a...

...complicated soul.

We do get to see my granddaughter, Rachel.

I... I get to see Rachel...

...every once in a while.

Emily!

Be a good girl!

Well, it's been a real pleasure,

but I must be going now.

John Smith.

I simply don't remember that name.

It'll come to you.

Sooner or later.

Hello.

Hi.

Goodnight, Emily.

♪ Oh, the passenger ♪

♪ How, how he rides ♪

♪ Oh, the passenger ♪

♪ He rides and he rides ♪

♪ He looks through his window ♪

♪ What does he see? ♪

♪ He sees the sign and hollow sky ♪

♪ He sees the stars come out tonight ♪

♪ He sees the city's ripped backsides ♪

♪ He sees the winding ocean drive ♪

♪ And everything was made for you and me ♪

♪ All of it was made for you and me ♪

♪ 'Cause it just belongs to you and me ♪

♪ So let's take a ride and see what's mine ♪

♪ Singing la, la, la, la la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

Do you need a ride?

♪ Harmonize happiness ♪

♪ With fear and doubt ♪

♪ And use the whole song ♪

♪ To cleave that rock ♪

♪ Take your hands from your pockets ♪

♪ And the key from the lock ♪

♪ And you can like it ♪

♪ But you can't come in ♪

♪ There is no there there ♪

♪ That love is just pretend ♪

♪ It seems astounding ♪

Thirty-one.

♪ It didn't feel so far ♪

♪ But turn around babe ♪

♪ The love was where you are ♪

No shit. Now I remember you.

You sang with Mick Jagger once.

I know him. He's a good singer. I like the way he dances.

Listen, your cheeseburger is a bit too well done.

You don't mind, do ya?

Unfortunately.

That's life.

You know what the problem is... Rachel?

What?

Without realizing it, we go from an age where we say,

"My life will be that," to an age

where we say, "That's life."

Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.

I'm sorry, really. We'll be more careful.

It's not a question of being careful.

It's a question of knowing how to play ping-pong.

It's, uh... It's your point.

You win this next one, the game's yours.

Hey.

It's your serve.

We can wrap this up tomorrow if you want.

Just let me know.

That's not fair, I was distracted.

It's a common problem among youth: distraction.

Don't forget to leave a tip.

I'm not that kind of girl.

I'm not that kind of boy.

He's afraid of the water.

But he's a brave boy.

He gets over all my crises.

What were you doing when you were my age?

Like other than playing music?

Sniffing heroin.

You didn't shoot up?

I'm afraid of needles.

Fear saves us every time.

Every time.

But you have to choose a moment in your life,

even one...

...to not be afraid.

And have you chosen that moment?

Yes.

This one.

I can't explain why I didn't talk to my father

for 30 years.

I must've thought that there was...

...some mutual contempt.

When I was 15 I decided

that he didn't love me

because I made up my eyes

exactly as I do now.

And when you're a kid,

it's very hard to back off of your decisions.

But I pretended to be a kid for too long.

And it's only now that I realize...

...that a father can't help...

...but love his child.

Not having kids

has really, really screwed me over.

Now that I realize it it's too late.

It's better late than never.

That's not true! Late is late!

There's an Air Force base nearby.

Lots of military live here.

We also have the biggest pistachio in the world here.

It's a sculpture.

It's even in the Guinness Book of World Records.

And the littlest one, where is that?

I know how to sing.

I have no doubt.

But I don't know how to play.

That's not true. My mom said you were a singer.

He even sang with Mick Jagger.

Actually, Mick Jagger...

...sang with me, it was his idea.

Wow, rock history revealed

right here in our house, Tommy.

Can you play something? Please, just one song.

I don't play anymore,

and besides, I don't even know if I remember how.

My music teacher said once you learn you never forget.

Maybe he was just trying to be nice

or he wanted to worm some money out of you.

Please, just one.

Fuck.

What do you want me to play?

This Must Be The Place@ by Arcade Fire.

Nonsense. This Must Be the Place@ is by The Talking Heads.

No, it's by Arcade Fire.

Trust me, you're delusional.

This Must Be the Place@ is by The Talking Heads.

Arcade Fire merely did a cover.

Oh.

♪ Home is where I... - Where are you going?

I was just seeing if the guitar was in tune.

Oh, sorry.

♪ Home is where I want to be ♪

♪ Pick me up and turn me round ♪

♪ I feel numb Born with a weak heart ♪

♪ Guess I must be having fun ♪

♪ The less we say about it the better ♪

♪ Make it up as we go along ♪

♪ Feet on the ground Head in the sky ♪

♪ It's OK I know nothing's wrong ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ Hi yo We got plenty of time ♪

♪ Hi yo You got light in your eyes ♪

♪ And you're standing here beside me ♪

♪ I love the passing of time ♪

♪ Never for money Always for love ♪

♪ Cover up and say goodnight ♪

♪ Say goodnight ♪

Thank you. It was a pleasure performing with you.

And you?

What's your relationship with your father?

It's good.

Even though I never see him.

He lives in Hong Kong and he never comes back to America.

But there's some dark shadows in my family, too.

Oh, really?

Like everyone's, I guess.

My father, for example,

he broke off all relations with his parents years ago.

And I never knew why.

I asked him a thousand times and he'd never really say.

Did you ever ask your grandparents about it?

They were just as evasive.

Once, when I was 12...

...my grandfather told me something I've never forgotten.

He said, "Whatever happens,

remember I'll always be part of your life."

And there were tears in his eyes when he said it.

Do you ever see him?

No, hardly ever.

He lives far away,

in a little town in Utah.

Huntsville.

I can't make love with you, Rachel.

I'm married.

Before the inferno, there was home.

That first furtive kiss in the backyard at age 13.

The smell and stain of home.

The black clouds.

The thrill of approaching thunder.

The child refuge in the corner near the window.

The blanket over me when I was sick with fever.

Blissful boredom.

And shivers of joy.

- Mum! - It was, in short, a mental intimacy.

We can't predicate the loss of mental intimacy,

thus establishing a new kind of death,

a breathing death.

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

There are many ways of dying.

The worst of them is to continue living.

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ You got light in your eyes ♪

Any word from Tony?

No. What are you doing?

Are you out there, trying to find yourself or something?

No, Jane, not trying to find myself.

I'm in New Mexico, not India.

When are you coming home?

I'll call you later.

♪ Always for love ♪

♪ Cover up and say ♪

♪ Goodnight ♪

♪ Say goodnight ♪

Was it yours?

No. It's Ernie Ray's.

Change the oil recently?

About an hour and a half ago.

You put too much in it.

Too much oil can cause a spontaneous combustion.

It can happen.

Pretty unusual, but it sure can happen.

A lot of unusual things

have been happening to me lately.

Let's get to the point.

What do you think Ernie Ray is gonna say about this.

I no intellectual, but I know what things are called.

Do you know what they call this?

What's happening here is something enormous.

Old-fashioned, something not fit to all anymore.

And this something has a rare, precise name,

trust.

So let me say that one more time,

you're not betraying trust.

I'm pretty screwed up my little Cheyenne,

I could have a very severe reaction.

Hi.

Hi.

What sort of weapon are you interested in?

One that hurts.

Well, you came to the right place. Let me show you some.

Yeah, you're looking at it,

the only pistol in the world that packs the power of a rifle,

but without all the bulk.

I don't know the first thing about guns.

I do.

That pistol there lets you shoot and kill with precision

from 250 feet.

And it doesn't just give you the satisfaction of the kill.

It lets you kill with impunity which is a whole different ballgame.

Believe me, it's an extraordinary thing to kill with impunity.

Rare shift in perspective in a human being's life story.

If we're licensed to be monsters,

we end up having...

...just one desire:

to truly be monsters.

- Hey, are you by any chance Cheyenne? - Cheyenne what?

No, I mean, I was just asking, you're Cheyenne, right?

No, that's not me.

May I sit with you?

Well, certainly. Sit down.

Are you, uh, traveling?

Sightseeing.

Well, what exactly is the difference?

I don't know exactly the difference.

But I always thought that travelers were a pain in the ass.

I feel the same way. Death to the backpack.

Mmm.

That's a good model you've got there.

It's a nice balance between the mechanics and...

...the storage capacity.

Are you in the luggage business?

We'll get to that.

But first...

...tell me the reason you wanted to meet me.

I'm looking for a German.

Well, you've come to the right place.

The Germans come here on vacation.

They love it here. Reminds them of the Alps.

And when they go back home, they can say they've been to America.

I'm looking for a different kind of German.

I'm looking for one who lives here and his name is Aloise Lange.

He was a friend of my father's.

And I wanted to...

...pay him a visit.

- Do you know him? - Uh...

We'll get to that.

Now, do you remember back when suitcases

with wheels didn't exist?

You had to carry your bags or lug them over your shoulder?

They were always so heavy,

everybody's sweating and swearing all the time.

And then, someone comes along,

it was really just a few years ago, if you think about it,

with the bright idea of putting wheels on the thing.

And, poof,

all at once, your suitcase isn't heavy anymore.

And every day, I ask myself the same question:

why didn't anyone think of it sooner?

Why do you ask yourself the same fucking question every day?

Because I'm that someone who had the bright idea.

Are you pulling my leg?

No. I would never do such a thing.

I'm Robert Plath.

I was a pilot with Northwest Airlines.

And in 1988, I had an idea.

And so I tested it out in my garage

and then I patented it.

I won't call it a success

because it was a revolution.

Now, there are 150 residents in Huntsville

and only one of them has a German accent.

He's pretty slight,

and his name isn't Aloise Lange,

it's Peter Smith.

He lives in the log cabin on the hill heading east.

He's older than I am,

and more handsome, I think.

And I can't say that I like this Peter Smith.

Didn't get together with Desmond.

You're right. I don't know anything about boys.

How are you?

Last night, my mother took me by the hand.

And she said that pain...

...is not a final destination.

What I do understand is that sometimes people leave.

My brother left.

And you left.

Do you hear me, Cheyenne?

Tony.

I apologize, but it's only right you only know I did it on purpose.

How did you get in here?

Who the fuck do you think I am?

Here I've spent most of my life tracking down these bastards

who've hidden themselves away in hotels all over the world

and you have the nerve to ask me how I managed to find my way

into a tourist motel in the middle of Utah.

Hmm. How did you know I was here?

Ahh, America's a tiny place.

It wasn't easy at first. No rental car. No cell phone.

I will never have a cell phone, never, never, never, never have a cell phone.

What am I gonna do? You're a fucking pain in the ass.

It's a powerful feeling but it softened a bit during your absence.

It's coming back in full force now.

Aloise Lange doesn't live here anymore, he ran away.

He doesn't go by the name of Aloise Lange anymore.

He goes by the name Peter Smith.

Ooh, fucking-a, a genuine detective.

Pack your beauty case, we're getting out of here.

Where are we going?

To the end of life. Exactly where your friend is.

How do you know that?

I know because my name is Mordecai Midler.

I know because I have a phone and 1,500 informants.

I pick it up, I dial a number, I find people.

Now, get your things. I gotta go take a leak.

Hey, Cheyenne, come here, give me a hand.

This door's... Goddamn thing is jammed.

Are you kidding?

No, no. The fucking thing won't open.

All right, do me a favor. Call the guy at the reception desk. He's got a master key.

No fucking way.

A detective like you who's flushed out

thousands of Nazi criminals...

...and you can't manage to get yourself out of the john.

- You've gotta be kidding. - Asshole.

Why do you have to pull this bullshit on my at my age, huh?

Let's find a...

- Uh, this may seem trivial but... - When I was seven years old...

...I saw the numbers on my father's forearm

and I asked him what they were and he said...

And he said the number... that's our telephone number.

That's why Jews always dial the wrong number.

I've spent most of my life in hotel rooms and...

...cheap inns, inside a car,

here, in Argentina, Brazil, in Syria.

You know something? I loved it.

And, uh, you know something else?

I'm convinced that you liked it too.

Because I'm convinced that you are in a great need for distraction.

You're right. I liked it.

Yes, I thought so.

This place makes me feel so good.

Mountains make me feel at peace with the world.

You know, it's like putting on a necktie.

Can you even use that pistol?

How the fuck did you know I had a pistol?

Because I know.

Guess I've been at war all my life.

It never ends.

One:

Imitation.

Hitler had a private study, 2,000 square feet.

But he kept telling his architect it was too small.

Goering built a house just like Hitler's.

Hitler would have liked to have a house just like Goering's.

Bormann would have liked to have a house just like Himmler's,

if Himmler had managed to build one like Goering's.

Everybody imitated everybody else.

Everybody but the Jews, they didn't imitate anyone.

Two: Humiliation.

If you want to survive, you have to really know the person

who is trying to kill you at all costs.

I survived.

Your father tried to kill me for years,

due to the following episode.

In the winter '43, during roll call,

he did something wrong.

I don't remember what, however,

but I threatened to let the German shepherd tear him to pieces.

The dog growled at him.

He was so scared, he peed in his pants.

And I...

...bursted out with laughing.

That's what happened.

That was his humiliation.

Compared to the horrors of Auschwitz,

it was nothing.

But your father never forgot it.

He used to write me letters.

He would say words, most atrocious word...

...most beautiful words.

Letters that my wife,

who was a shrewd woman, would send on to me.

By the way, she remembered you, finally,

but not because you were her student.

I hated your father

because his obsession with me

made my life impossible.

But I have to say

that he completely won me over.

The unrelenting beauty of revenge.

An entire life dedicated

to avenging a humiliation.

That's what I call perseverance.

Greatness, even.

Three. Theft.

The little bicycle. The stolen kiss in the backyard when you're thirteen.

Black clouds. The thrill of approaching thunder.

The ticking of the clock.

Your mother's warm embrace,

Your father's smile and caress.

The finger trace on a foggy window.

The corner seat near the window.

The cozy blanket, when you got a fever.

The crystal clear Northern European sky.

Everyone, absolutely everyone,

had their youth stolen from them.

Everyone, absolutely everyone,

had their lightheartedness stolen from them.

On the other side of the barbed wire,

we too...

...we too looked at the snow

and...

...at God.

God is like...

God is...

God.

Never mind. I can't remember any more.

It's such an injustice that my father died before you.

Holy shit.

Something's not quite right here.

I'm not sure what, exactly.

But something.

♪ So don't pretend that this isn't what ♪

♪ You wanted to come true ♪

♪ If it falls, it falls and rains all around ♪

♪ And it's because of you ♪

♪ Things that you were Were made to do ♪

♪ Things put inside Things flown through you ♪

♪ I feel like ♪

♪ I'm being burned by the evil that formed you ♪

Listen, I have to tell you something.

Your father loved you.

How do you know that?

- He... told me. ♪ Didn't I try?

♪ Didn't I, didn't I... ♪

That's not true, but it's nice of you to say.

♪ To find in my life ♪

♪ In my body and mind ♪

♪ The seed, the stem the flower and fruit ♪

♪ That to you it was denied ♪ - Go on.

♪ All of your life ♪

Then, during the inferno,

we too, from the other side of the barbed wire...

...we too looked at the snow

and at God.

That's how God is,

an infinite and stupefying form.

Beautiful, lazy

and still,

with no desire to do anything

like certain women would. When we were boys,

we only dared dream about.

♪ Home is where I want to be ♪

♪ Pick me up and turn me round ♪

♪ I feel numb ♪

♪ Born with a weak heart ♪

♪ I guess I must be having fun ♪

♪ The less we say about it the better ♪

♪ Make it up as we go along ♪

♪ Feet on the ground Head in the sky ♪

♪ It's OK, I know nothing's wrong ♪

♪ Nothing's wrong ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ I got plenty of time ♪

♪ Hi yo ♪

♪ You got light in your eyes ♪

♪ And now you're standing here beside me ♪

♪ I love the passing of time ♪

♪ Never for money Always for love ♪

♪ Cover up and say goodnight ♪

♪ Say goodnight ♪

♪ I think I fell in love ♪

♪ You smile alone like a drunken drug ♪

♪ Has gone and left me ♪

♪ Lord I'm comin' ♪

♪ I think I sold my soul ♪

♪ To what to who ♪

♪ I still don't know ♪

♪ My world is broken ♪

♪ My world is broken ♪

♪ And all the big mistakes ♪

♪ Who knows who's right ♪

♪ Who cares who's wrong ♪

♪ Lord, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, I'm comin' ♪

♪ I never knew the sound ♪

♪ The sound of fear ♪

♪ Till I hit the ground ♪

♪ And I'm dying ♪

♪ Lord, I'm dying ♪

♪ The little things in life ♪

♪ The way you talk The way you smile ♪

♪ And I miss you ♪

♪ You know I miss you ♪

♪ I think I fell in love ♪

♪ But now the hurt The hurt is gone ♪

♪ And I'm homeless ♪

♪ Lord, I'm homeless ♪