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This member, oh, shining in the dark
like a silver beacon, softly calling,

eat me, eat me.

She bent to him, her crimson lips
quivering, glistening in the pale

Her head bobbing, helter -skelter, as
she sucked and drew the

sweet nectar from his ding -dong.

Her silken tongue ravishing the pearly
stalk that stood like a stick in the

center of his throbbing, thrusting
loins.

Form, sperm, gushing, shooting, spewing
forth a

torrential rain of manhood into the
center of the orifice that was once her

mouth.

Ejaculate.

Ejaculate.

It's too late.

Before the moment passes, it is lost
forever in the golden showers of our

youth.

Darling, there's nothing wrong with
taking money for sex. I just don't take

checks.

Well, I've always loved print.

But this is going a bit too far.

Would you care for some coke?

Now, do you have any Pepsi?

Whose party is this?

Having this lie -less idea.

Who cares, anyway?

You know, darling, I'd really like to
get into your panties.

Listen, Buster.

One asshole in my panties is enough.

Howdy, ma 'am. Hi.

Nice party, huh?

Yes, it is.

Do you know whose party it is?

I don't know, but whoever it is must be
one big schtick.

Schtick? No, you mean schmuck.

No, I mean schtick.

No, look.

A schmuck is what somebody is, and a
schtick is what somebody does.

Oh.

Well, if it's what somebody does, honey,
I'd sure like to schtick you.

No, that schtick.

Hey, hold on now. You're getting me
confused.

Say, honey, did you come with anybody?

No, but I've been trying for an hour.

Huh?

Oh, you cute little silly.

What I mean is, are you here with
anybody?

No.

Well, would you like to wander around a
bit? Maybe check out the inside of the

house?

Yeah, sure.

You look like you're worth a stupper,
too.

Come on. All right.

Hey, doll, where are you taking me? I
don't know. Let's just explore for a

while. Yeah, well, I had some exploring
in mind, but I thought maybe... Oh, come

on, handsome. You can hold it in.

I'm looking for them just for you.

Oh.

Come on.

Hmm.

We're out of here.

This will do just fine.

Oh, yeah. I just love the interior
decorating.

Yeah, who cares?

I just want to decorate your interior.

What a sexy room.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Meet Tarzan, you Jane.

Oh, okay, Jungle Boy. You just close
those big green eyes and don't move.

All right.

Okay, cowboy.

Now you just keep those big green eyes
closed.

I'm going to give you a treat.

Not yet.

Coming up.

Very close.

Okay, lover.

Now, how do you like my new skin?

Yeah.

Kind of like the real one better. Come
here, you little tiger.

It's a leopard tarzan.

Well, don't matter to me none, pussycat.
I just want to grab your tail.

Yeah? Well, I want to grab your stick.

The world's a funny place, a very
strange place.

Many, many miracles make you lose.

But it could be better, just like it
should.

This is the start of something greater.

Where the hell are we, Disneyland?

Hey, we're going to the movies, honey.

Well, I'll be damned.

This house has just about everything.

Wow, there must be collector's items.
Look how they're built in.

Yeah.

I didn't know they made stag films in
them days.

Look there.

That's practically an instant replay.

What's she doing with an old buzzard
like that?

The same thing you was doing with me,
sugar pie.

Oh, now, but he's such a dirty old man.

Well, I reckon I will be, too, someday.

Shit, my grandpappy's 89.

He's still chasing after 12 -year -olds.

Why is that good?

Well, it don't matter to him none.

He's half blind anyway.

He says that finding the right hole is
like staking for all.

You drill long enough, you're bound to
find it.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Hey, yeah, you got a point.

Yeah, this... This might be trespassing
or invasion of privacy.

Absolutely, Dee. Good.

What is?

That there one -lady jug band.

I think that's a two -jug lady.

Anyway, if that there is music, I better
pack my bags, go home, and get married.

Oh, do you play an instrument?

Lord, no.

Only thing I play is the field.

Yeah, I bet that's not all you do,
honey.

Well, that and my art.

Your art?

Yes, I sing country...

Hey, now you're talking my language,
honey. I'm from Texas.

I already knew that. Good looking.

Pleased to meet you. I'm Dolly Martin.

Dolly Martin? Well, this is a pleasure.

Hey, how are you?

Well, awfully dry.

Just polished.

I sure could use something wet.

Well, listen, just try the pool.

I forgot my suit, and it's not my
birthday.

Uh, well, you... ladies just wait right
here and I'll get us some refreshments.

You look

bored.

Aren't you having a good time?

Yeah, I've been for a while.

Excuse me. My name is Darren Blue.

This is my place.

So a joy party.

Everybody's been wondering about you and
the mysterious host.

Where have you been hiding?

I haven't.

I've been watching.

Watching? You and your friend.

Oh, you mean Roy.

Oh, listen, he's just a schmuck.

He's dead.

Excuse me?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Well, then you won't mind coming with
me.

Where to?

Just... Come with me.

It's your party. I mean, you just sat me
at your party.

I have had enough parties to fill a
lifetime.

Yeah?

Let me get my...

Where's

Linda going?

Well... Never mind, honey.

Why don't you just sing one of them?

Tender melodies, huh?

You really want me to? Oh, yeah.

Where are

we

going? Home.

New place in particular. I just wanted a
change of mood.

Are you a nerdy person?

No. I used to be.

When I was younger, I guess I mellowed
out.

Oh.

Yes.

22.

No, 24.

24. You know, that's a marvelous age.

When I was your age, I never went to any
parties like that one.

No, sir, I was much more innocent than
that.

You were more innocent at my age?

I mean, who was that grandpa?

1915?

No, 1925.

Oh, my.

You really are old enough to be my
grandpa.

Now, are you still so innocent?

You know, the 20s, the early 1920s, was
a time of innocence.

People still believed in virtue,
romance, love and marriage.

Marriage? Oh, my God, man. I mean,
marriage is an obsolete, archaic, sexist

convention arising from a hypocritical
extension of the middle -class

experience.

Oh, you laugh.

Well, it may surprise you, but even in
the 20s, there were people that sounded

lot like you do.

And a lot of them were women. Yes.

But there was one woman I'll bet you
never heard of because she never made

headlines, but she was so far ahead of
her time.

Who?

She was a very wealthy, sophisticated...

Older woman.

She had a particular weakness.

Younger man.

Tell me, Max, is it much further?

No, madame.

We will be there shortly.

Oh, good.

It's getting terribly warm.

My underarms are simply thumping. As a
matter of fact, I'm wet all over.

Maybe someday someone will invent some
way to blow the cool air in and keep the

hot air out.

They might call it air adjustment or air
control, something like that.

Would you be a darling to light my
cigarette for me?

I really don't think you ought to smoke,
Henrietta.

It's just not ladylike.

That, dear boy, you sound positively
Victorian.

Besides, whoever said I was a lady?

And you know my addiction to pleasure.

And a cigarette is the perfect type of
perfect pleasure.

It's exquisite, yet it leaves you
unsatisfied.

Darling, don't frown like that.

You must be thinking.

Please try not to do it. It makes
terrible lines on your forehead.

I don't care. I'll think if I want to.

Oh, don't be cross, darling.

Billy, look at the expressions on the
faces of studious men, successful men.

Simply awful.

But in the church, where a clergyman has
only to say at age 80 what he's been

taught to say at age 80, well, they all
look simply divine.

Billy, darling, the most beautiful
creatures in the world are the brainless

ones.

Over there, Max.

Yes, madame.

Why, Henrietta, what a wonderful spot.

Yes, isn't it just perfect? It's one of
my secret hideaways.

You've been here before.

Oh, yes, many times.

Is there anything else, madame?

Oh, no, Max. That'll be all. Thank you.

Just wait in the car and pick us up
about five.

Very good, madame.

Now, I have a little crime.

Ta -da!

The Henrietta. That's illegal.

Oh, posh illegal.

What a silly word.

Are the trees legal? Is the sun and moon
illegal?

But you could go to jail for that.

Oh, hush, don't be tiresome. Be a
darling and open it.

Where did you get it?

Oh, from a dear old friend of mine. He
used to use his boat for fishing, but he

found out that liquor is far more
profitable than fish.

Smuggler. Yes, that's what it's called.

Henrietta, you have the most amazing
range of friends.

You're not very selective.

Oh, but I am, darling.

I select my friends for their good
looks, my acquaintances for their good

character. And my enemies for their good
intellect.

Do you prefer a leg or breast?

Oh, uh, leg.

Keep sitting next to me in the shade.

You're going to get sunburned, and you
shouldn't. Why not? I'd like a bit of a

tan.

The sun causes wrinkles.

So what? That doesn't bother me.

Well, it should.

Why?

Because right now you have the one thing
worth having.

What's that, Henrietta?

Youth.

And beauty.

The most marvelous thing there is in the
world.

But...

I don't believe in that, Henrietta.

Well, of course you don't now, because
you have it.

You are young and beautiful, and you
charm people wherever you go. But

when you're old and wrinkled and ugly,
then you'll

miss it.

Then you will yearn for it terribly.

But beauty is so superficial.

Is that all you see in me?

Superficial? Oh, my dear, only shallow
people never judge by appearances.

Really, the true mystery of the world is
in the visible, not the invisible.

It's the things you can see and touch.

To me, beauty is a form of genius.

Oh, higher than genius because it needs
no explanation.

It simply exists.

A fact.

Perfect.

Like sunlight.

Or springtime.

Or the delicate raindrops on a road.

Was that Max's wife getting this kiss?

I mean, didn't Henry and the other young
men know they were being filmed?

Well, the young man sure as hell didn't,
but she did.

Henry had to plan the entire thing.

But why?

Oh, who knows? I suppose it was her way
of getting off.

I told you she was pretty outrageous.

Did the young boy ever find out?

Oh, yes.

Well, I suppose that was the whole point
of it. You see, she loves bringing

surprises like that.

I have a marvelous surprise for you,
darling. Now, I want you to sit back,

relax, and enjoy it.

Well, as they say in Hollywood... What
is it they say in Hollywood?

Roll it, madame.

Oh, yes.

Roll it, madame.

What do you think?

I... I... I can't believe it. Well, how
did... Well, when did... Look at

yourself. I wanted you to see for
yourself how truly fantastic you are.

Isn't he fantastic, Max?

Fantastic, madame.

Surely now you can see your own beauty.

I don't know what to say. I've never
seen myself like that before.

Well, of course you haven't.

You had to know what a gorgeous creature
you are.

You know, you were right, Henry.

Absolutely right. And I'm beginning to
see that clearly now.

Up there on extremes.

Beauty.

And beauty.

They are the only things worth having.

Hmm.

You do have miraculous staying power.

really am good, aren't I?

Yes, my darling.

And the gods have been good to you.

But unfortunately, what the gods give,
they all too quickly take away.

And when you grow old, you're left with
nothing but memories.

How sad.

Well, that's the way it is.

Thank you, Max. That'll be all.

I don't want to grow old.

When I find that I am, I shall kill
myself.

Don't talk that way, my silly darling.

How long will you continue to love me
once I've gotten my first wrinkles?

You will stop loving me, won't you?

My dearest baby.

It's true.

Say it.

Will you love me always?

Always.

Always. What a dreadful word. Why are
young people so fond of using it? They

spoil every romance by trying to make it
last forever.

How sad it is that someday I shall grow
old and horrible and even impotent.

But up there on that screen, that
fleeting image of me captured on that

film, I'll never be any older than that
particular day in June.

Other way around.

What if it were the film that would grow
old instead of me?

And I would remain as young as the day
it were taken?

What an utterly enchanting, fantastic
idea, darling.

God, I would give anything for that.

Well, I'm afraid there's really nothing
you can give.

Perhaps I have taught you too well of
youth and beauty and not enough of

anything else.

Oh dear, I've upset you. Come sit down.

Don't humor me, Henrietta.

I'm not a child.

But if you had your way, that's exactly
what you would be and remain forever.

A silly, boring child.

Well, you can say what you like, but I
know I shan't be able to bear growing

old.

Like... Like me?

No, I didn't mean that.

Oh, I'm sorry I ever even made that
silly motion picture.

I think the best thing would be just to
destroy it now.

No! But darling, as you grow older,
it'll only torture you to look at it.

you can't, and I won't let you.

What a strange couple.

What happened to them? Did they continue
as lovers?

Yes, for a while. A few years passed,
but then one day Henrietta just up and

disappeared.

She left that young man with a broken
heart.

And a very generous back roll.

And he never saw her again?

No.

Well, at least he came out of something.

I mean, that's not such a sad ending.

You're right.

But money wasn't the only thing she left
him.

What do you mean?

One day, shortly after Henrietta left,
he decided to watch the film that she

given him.

He was feeling a bit down and he wanted
to see his love once more.

As he watched, he thought he noticed
something peculiar.

He was distracted away from Henrietta
and thought he detected small changes in

his own image.

At first he thought it was simply that
the film had begun to show the normal

signs of wear and tear.

But suddenly he realized that something
very strange indeed had happened.

Something so amazing he could hardly
believe his eyes.

That it was only his likeness that had
begun to age.

Oh, nothing all that noticeable, but to
this narcissistic young man, a wrinkle,

a gray hair did not go undetected.

And there was no corresponding change in
Henrietta's appearance.

There was no doubt about what had
happened.

He had simply stopped aging. He was
exactly as he'd been at 25.

Are you telling me that his wish had
come true? I mean, that the film got old

while he stayed young?

Exactly. But although his film image
deteriorated, he remained as young as

day of his death.

Wow, that's the wildest story I've ever
heard.

Do you know what happened to him after
that?

Well, in the years that followed, he
adopted the lifestyle that Henrietta had

introduced him to. A life of comfort,
beauty, total devotion to pleasure. By

1930s, he was living in grand style.

Square.

You too.

Cupcake, breakfast is almost ready.

He put his money to use during
Prohibition and made a fortune in

enterprises. His life became a constant
whirl of wine, women, wild parties, and

a morning after consequences.

See, dearie, I made your favorite
breakfast.

Come on, Cupcake, sit down.

Oh, cut that Cupcake crap.

Oh, you're in a bad mood.

I'm sure I'm in a bad mood.

My head feels like King Kong sat on it.

And your face.

It looks like he shit on it. What is
that crap?

It's a facial.

It's good for my complexion.

Vogue magazine says that at least once a
week, all beautiful women use masks.

You could use a permanent one.

Oh, do you think I need a new permanent?

Not a permanent bimbo. A mask.

Where's the locks?

Locks? The locks.

What good are bagels without locks?

I bought cream cheese.

Well, you try this on your complexion.

Oh, now see what you've done.

I knew it's an improvement.

Answer that.

Like this?

Answer that.

here by that name.

Who is it, Faye?

I think they must have the wrong
apartment. Do you know a John Dillinger?

John Dillinger?

Open the door.

We went to high school together.

It's okay, John. Come on in.

Why, John, you old hooky player, you.
How are you? Hey, Darren.

How's the world treating you? You know,
look, a day over 25.

Hey, gang!

I want you to meet my old classmate,
Darren Blue.

This is my girl, Jean Harlan.

And my partner, Whitey.

Whitey, aren't you wearing the wrong
color?

I like black.

Blue.

Jean, honey, I ain't seen this mug since
we was in high school.

We broke into the teacher's desk, told
the final exam.

Last time I saw you, John, you were in
the principal's office.

That's right.

Only I took the rap and got expelled.

You got off scot -free, went to college.

Well, I've come back for my share.

Haven't I seen any moving pictures, Miss
Harlan?

No, I don't believe so. John doesn't let
me go to the movies.

You want to see a moving picture?

I'm wanted in 13 states.

For robbing banks?

Nah, for stealing Roosevelt buttons.

Listen, Darren, I'm on the lam.

The law is on my tail, and I'm in a
jail.

Gee, that's got a nice ring to it, boss.

He's really a romantic poet.

Yeah, it wouldn't be all that serious,
except they started up this new federal

bureau in Washington.

is headed up by this queer who's got hot
nuts for my ass.

He'd like to fry it and eat it. No shit.

My shit, too. Yeah, this J. Edgar
somebody. He took babyface Nelson into

custody. Asked him to hand over his
piece. When Nelson didn't move quick

this fairy grabbed it with both hands
and sucked out all of his bullet.

I don't know what this country's coming
to. Put a man like that into orifice.

Pretty soon, they'll be teaching in
schools.

John, how can I help you? Well, my
problem is, the last bank I hit asked me

for a loan.

I'm down and I'm low, and I could sure
use some dough.

That's very musical, Bosh.

He is a romantic poet.

John, I'd like to help you, but I just
invested my last dime in a pay -toilet

franchise.

I'm flushed.

Tell you what, I could leave Jean
Harland here as collateral.

That's some hot tomato. Where'd you pick
her?

She was marathon dancing in a small town
near St. Lou.

I told her I would take her to Hollywood
with me. She fell for it. All the way

to Chicago, she thought we were heading
west.

Every time I saw a road sign, unzip my
fly, shoved her head down. She got to

liking it down there so much.

I didn't see her face again until we hit
Chicago.

Gene, honey, come over here.

I want you to stay here and keep Mr.
Company blue.

I mean Mr. Blue Company while I'm gone.

Maybe you can make yourself useful.

But, John, where are you going? Sorry,
honey, I'm leaving tonight, and I've got

to travel light. I might hop a freight.

Can't take no extra weight.

He's a false hero.

Say, John, I hear there's a rumor going
around that the Smithsonian Institute is

interested in buying a part of your
body.

That is, after you're through with it.

Which part, John?

Your favorite part, honey.

But I see to it that all the money goes
to you.

I will help fire.

All right.

They can't kill me. I'm a folk hero.

Up yours, J. Edgar.

Adios, guy.

See you in the movies.

Take me with you, John, please. What
will happen to me? What will I do?

Frankly, Harley, I don't give a fuck.

Now here's a folk hero.

He never even got a chance to sell his
part.

Don't feel bad, honey. You don't get
much these days for used parts.

But what will I do now?

You could try the dishes.

You cocky cunt. You get in that kitchen.

I got to take care of this lady in
distress.

You don't like my dress?

Sure I do, sweetheart.

And I'm going to see to it that you get
a lot more pretty things to wear.

Because you and I are going to get along
just fine.

Now dry those tears.

are going to take real good care of you.

I washed all the dishes, honey.

Well, here's one dish you can watch.

Maybe you can learn something.

Didn't his friends begin to wonder about
his looks?

I suppose so.

When World War II broke out and he tried
to enlist, he only looked 25.

They turned him down for being overage.
He was past 40.

What did he do?

Well, he left the country. He bounced
around the world.

He spent a war year as an expatriate. It
was as if his eternal youth had placed

him in a vacuum, uncommitted, untouched
by world events.

Until 1943, when destiny caught up with
this cynical man.

What do you mean?

Well, he had quite a damn going for
himself.

He was making a lot of money selling
fake passports and letters of transit to

desperate refugees.

How are you, Louie?

Have you seen my bird around?

No, Mr. Blue.

But there's been a dame looking for you.

Ah, it's still the same old story.

Damn it, Louie, how many times have I
told you? If you want to whistle, all

got to do is put your lips together and
blow.

Forget it.

Now, what about that dame?

Well, she came in last night with her
husband and a teenage girl.

They look desperate.

They're staying upstairs.

All in the same room?

Did they bring any luggage?

Yeah, it's the guy's daughter.

Anyway, the dame was down here later
asking a load of questions.

My kind of loaded questions?

Yeah, your kind.

Thanks for the tip, Louie.

This could be the beginning of a
beautiful friendship.

You got a match?

I'm sorry I don't smoke.

Shit. I was sure you did.

I take it you've got a name.

Slims. Virginia Slims. But don't take it
too far.

Just how far are you going?

That depends.

What's the speed limit in Morocco?

Well, if you're not going by camel, it
gets pretty fast.

You must be Mr. Blue.

True.

I've been waiting for you.

You're much younger than I had expected.

The pizza here agrees with me.

But there is no pizza in Morocco.

I guess I've been misinformed.

No. There is pizza here, and it's
leaning.

Now, what did you want to see me about?

I need your help.

We have to get out of the country.

My husband's life is in grave danger.

Is that so?

How many packs a day is he on?

You don't understand, Mr. Blue.

I love my husband dearly.

He's given me everything I've ever
wanted.

And more.

More?

Now cut that out!

I understand you have letters of
transit.

It'll cost you.

I've got 2 ,000 francs.

You can have it all.

They're a grand apiece, and I've only
got two.

But I need three.

He has a daughter.

I'd leave the little brat behind, but
he'll never go without her.

Well, that's tough, sweetheart.

You get what you pay for. Now, I can get
you the two all right.

You can get him out of the country and
flip with a daughter for the other one.

Mr. Blue?

You're a schmuck.

No.

You just don't like my stick. But if you
change your mind, just whistle.

A strange

soft moan seemed to be coming from down
the hall.

It had a familiar sound to it.

It was that teenage brat of slim
dimension.

And she was having a swell time.

Frankie Here's looking at you kid

Just a minute, sweetheart.

Did you get them? I got them. Relax.

Three? Two.

But Paul won't leave without the both of
us.

That's fine. That solves your problem.

The two of you can go and he can stay
and wash dishes till the war's over.

You don't understand.

My husband is a big wheel in the
resistance.

All right.

I'll buy him a dishwasher.

How can you joke at a time like this?

The fate of France.

The future of all foreign peoples who
love freedom.

French bread.

Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Depends on him.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Please. I beg of you.

You can't be that unsentimental.

I can see that you're not that cruel and
hard.

Well, then you need glasses.

Ah, I see you brought them.

Not exactly.

Perhaps this will be more convincing.

Now give me those papers.

Go ahead and shoot, and you'll be doing
me a favor.

Put that toy down, Slims, before you
hurt yourself.

You haven't got the nerve to use that.

Oh, no?

Watch me.

Oh, it's hopeless.

I was wrong about you.

You couldn't care about anyone or
anything.

Even without my glasses on, I can see
that your face lacks the little lines of

love that life leaves.

Oh, hello, Bellevue. Give me Dr.

Jazz.

He's got just what I need. Oh, I'll say
he has.

When the world goes wrong and I get the
blues.

Oh, he's the man who makes me get out
both my dancing.

The more I get, the more I want, it
seems.

I'll pay Joe Dr.

Jazz in all my dreams.

When I'm troubled, bound and mixed.

Oh, he's the guy that gets me fixed.

Oh, hello, Babio. Hello, Babio.

Hello. Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Amen.

Thank you.

um

Ah, that's the stuff the dreams are made
of.

Ah, Herr Bluth.

Have you seen this man?

He suspects that he is in the area.

Ah, a flasher, eh?

This is a serious matter.

Yeah, I'd like to help you boys, but
this picture is awfully blurred.

Maybe the Fuhrer ought to invest in a
brownie.

Herr Bluth.

The German people are perfectly capable
and efficient at making their own

camera. Oh?

Hey, Louis.

You like a Leica?

No. What the fuck are they talking
about?

I would not fool around if I were you.

If you see this man, his wife, and their
daughter, you will contact us

immediately. Ja?

There will be a car waiting outside.

Well, darling, have you found the
flasher? Nein, Major.

I haven't got all night.

Good day, Herr Bluth.

And you, too.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

I just had a visit from the SS.

Social Security?

No, but you're stopping.

Ah, they're downstairs in the car.

I'll keep them busy.

Anyway, my falcon needs a walk.

Here, take these. Get your family and
run.

Three. Two.

Oh, well, I never learned to count.

Oh, Mr. Blue, why have you done this?

Never mind why and skip the money before
I decide to regret it. Oh, you'll never

regret it.

It's even better when you help.

Two minutes again.

What's eating you, boss?

Oh, that Slims dame. She really got
under my skin.

I was dead wrong about her. She's stuck
by a man.

I guess she gave her everything she ever
wanted.

And a lot more.

You're a young man, boss.

You've got a long life ahead of you.

There's going to be a lot more Danes
before this picture's over.

I'm going to get some shut -eye, Louie.

Good night.

Don't let him out of your sight.

I tried to leave, and I couldn't.

I had to see you again.

All of us.

There's just one thing I'd like to know.

Do you smoke after you fuck?

Well, I don't know.

I never look.

Ah.

I mean, that's the most romantic story
I've ever heard.

What happened after that?

Well, he returned to America during the
50s.

30 years had passed since that film was
taken.

And he kept it with him all that time?

Only now when he looked at it, he saw a
graying, paunchy, middle -aged man.

But he hadn't aged a day.

Wow.

It must be freaky to be past 50 and
still at 20.

It was. He felt like a freak. He avoided
all contact with his old friends. He

felt alienated, cut off.

So during the 50s, he took to the open
road. He was a man without a country and

a rebel without a cause.

Hey, baby, this is rubber -ass Dick.
You're rocking, socking. Jay coming your

way with the most insane play in every
way. Let me see that again. I've seen it

five times already. Look, I'm telling
you, it's not her nipple.

It's a staple.

I guess you're right.

Yeah, all right. Well, look here. I want
you to see this.

Read this here.

Bottom of the page. Last paragraph.

His mind drifted back to warm memories
of their first meeting.

They had returned to her apartment and
fucked until the sun rose. See, I'm

telling you. You're starting to print it
right out.

Wow. Now, look there.

Read that. No asterisk.

C -U -N -T.

Yeah. This is just the beginning. If
they can get away with this.

They can get away with a lot more.

Did you at least feel her tit? Of
course. What do you think?

On top or underneath?

Underneath. Don't count on top.

Was she pitted?

Well, it didn't exactly get inside of
her feet.

Then it don't count.

Bullshit. You're still jerking off in
your sister's pants.

And your mother's got a little asshole.

You. Hey,

hey, hey, hey. Check out the bumpers on
that one.

Whoa.

That's very nice.

Hey, baby,

you sure wearing that? It's a bit teeny
weeny yellow polka dot bikini that I had

to wear for the first time today.

Hey, I bet that would make a hit record.

Hey, where are you going, hot spots?

Why are you being so unfriendly? Let me
introduce my boys here. This is Frankie,

and Cookie, and Mickey, and Chelky.

And I'm Ringo, and I want to hold your
hand.

You don't expect me to pull up that old
line.

Old line? I ain't written it yet.

Hey, what are you in a hurry?

Hey, you stuck up or something?

Hey, you deaf, he's talking to you.
What's the matter? You got the rag on?

Yeah, you're the Russian stuff and you
got a date with the milkman?

Take your hands off!

Hey, is that your bike? Yeah, what's my
hula hoop?

You like the hump?

Hey, take your miss off my hammer!

You got a cheap pair of handles, baby.

Hey, I got it!

How many she got? One or two?

Man, do it.

Looks like I got here in a dick of time.

Now, you boys stay cool.

You just might grow up to be hippies.

What the fuck was that guy? The little
ranger? Stupid.

What do you do?

I go.

I just go, go, go.

You know what I mean?

Aren't you going very slow?

I like to take my time.

It's nice and easy.

Gee, you're not like any of the other
boys I know.

Girl, don't call me boy.

He'll eat me.

He'll eat me not.

He'll eat me.

He'll eat me not.

You ain't gonna stop working on that
silly bike.

I told you, I like to take my time.

Nice and easy.

What are you doing?

Fixing my stick shift.

It's been a long time since you've had
your pipes clean.

So, what do you do?

Nothing.

Nothing? That's all you do?

That's right.

Don't you get bored just playing with
your bike?

No.

But you look like such a strong,
sensitive, alienated, shy, sullen,

inarticulate, gentle, self -destructive,
confused,

disoriented.

Uprooted.

Angry. Scared.

Autistic symbol of our times.

You might be right.

Why are you throwing your life away?

Don't you see? You could have been
somebody.

I was.

I was a contender.

It sucked.

Sunstead, you're a bum.

That's right.

That's why I came here.

To Palookaville?

Hand me that, will you?

Come get it.

Come on, come in and get it.

Come get it.

Come on, I need that.

I'll fix your ass.

Hey, baby.

You're all looking good, mama.

Yeah, I know.

Where you been all this time, mama?

What do you think me and you were
pulling out a little bit now?

Oh, I don't know about that. You know
what I mean? Rocking a little bit now.

We're going rocking.

Oh, come on, baby.

Take it all.

Come on, swallow it.

Nice girls don't do that.

Oh, Natalie would.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Somehow I can't imagine him living that
way for too long.

Wasn't he too used to money and comfort?

You're right, he was, and he quickly
tired of being broke, too.

So he found another way of making money.

And it suited him perfectly.

And what was that?

You remember in the 30s he was dealing
in booze?

Well, in the 60s he just naturally
turned back towards stealing.

Drugs.

The hard stuff?

No,

that wasn't his style.

But there were thousands of young people
trying grass and psychedelics.

There was enough of a market out there
already just waiting to be exploited.

And so he made a lot of money.

Yes, he did. It was easy. He still
looked young. He hung around with young

people.

Peace marches, BNs, anti -war rallies,
all the way from Haight -Ashbury to the

East Village.

It was easy to find young flower
children with enough of daddy's money

their pockets, eager to try the latest
hallucinogen.

Angelina, Three, and Sunshine.

Which one's which?

Are we interrupting something?

No, they're just doing their thing.

I thought I had a pipe around here
somewhere.

Oh, shit.

The vandals broke the handle.

I'll just roll a couple of carries.

I hear bells ringing.

The door, I'll get it.

I wonder who this could be.

Oh, no, not Mom and Dad.

Well, Jane, dear, this is quite a cozy
place you have here.

Actually, it's quite nice.

How can she live in this shit?

Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you like it. I'm
really happy you both decided to visit.

When the fuck are they going to stop
bugging me?

You look marvelous, dear. I just love
your outfit.

Where in the world did she find this
shit?

How's that for communication?

Mom, I'm learning about life by living
it. All you do is read books about sex.

Jane, darling, when I was your age, sex
was so taboo, I didn't even know I was

supposed to enjoy it.

We knew nothing about the female orgasm.
I couldn't even find my clitoris.

That's because you look between the
pages instead of between your legs.

It's right above this area here.

Jane. And a goose stick.

Don't hurt either.

I knew it. You are on drugs.

So what? It takes five martinis to get
you and Daddy in the sack. And that's

only once a month.

Not even that anymore.

Your father has a problem.

You mean... Dad's got a fickle pickle?

Shh. Jane, don't be vulgar.

Bullshit. All he needs is a little
stimulation.

You don't think I provide it?

I'm attentive, loving, supportive.

Well, if you're such an expert, what do
you suggest?

Well, for one thing, do you blow him?

Blow him? Yeah, you know, give him head.

Give him head?

Come on, Mom. You know what I mean. Suck
him off.

Suck him off?

Breathe through your nose and keep your
teeth out of the way.

Dear, it's getting late. We really
should be going.

It's our bridge night, remember?

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, it certainly has been interesting
talking to you. We've been discussing

the generation gap. You know, this young
man has a remarkable, rare

understanding of the problems of middle
age.

Well, I'm not as young as I look.

Isn't he groovy?

Tell me, young man, how do you stay
young?

Yes, do tell us. Well, do you remember
those mistakes you made when you were

young? Yes, I made quite a few.

Just repeat them. Hey, man, far fucking
out.

I am repeating.

Must have been that beer.

Harris would never leave.

All that crap about what a cozy place
this is.

They'll never change.

They've always lied to me.

Yeah, can't trust anyone with a third.

Would you believe 60?

Anyway, I slipped some acid in this
beer.

Oh, wow!

My God, what a full life he led.

You could call it that, I suppose.

And yet there was always something
missing.

A void that grew larger with each
passing decade.

What do you think it was?

I know what it was.

It was during the 60s on an acid trip
that the revelation came.

Revelation?

That nothing can remain the same.

That change is the essence of life.

And that aging is the proof.

And that the lack of change is the real
death.

I never thought of it like that.

Of course not. You're young.

Neither had I.

But for all those years of youth and
beauty, the payment was alienation.

I was the...

loneliest man on earth.

But Darren, if you had to choose over
again, wouldn't you still choose you?

No, I don't think I would. You see, I
miss the most important things in life.

Growth, love, a connection to humanity.

Oh, yeah, you can say that now, but I'd
still choose eternal you.

Are you sure about that?

Yes, I am.

I guess your party's over.

Remember I told you I had enough parties
to fill a lifetime.

Hard to believe you said it this
afternoon.

I feel like I've lived a lifetime.

I had a wonderful time today.

You don't mind kissing an old buzzard?

What?

That's what you called me when you
watched me on a film this afternoon.

Well, come here, you dirty old man.

Darren? Darren?

Darren?

Darren?

Goodbye, Linda.

Hello.

Henrietta?

There. Wait, is that you?

Oh, dangerous.

But now it's real.

You made that deal.

The love we have is something that I
feel.

It could be forever and never, never,
never

make you lose your youth and set you
free.

But then you take off.

You keep me hanging on.

And then you take off.

When I look, you're gone.

But if this time of love comes to push
and shove,

then I'll be taking on.

That you can't sustain the magic Of love
that never

changes or gets lost You keep playing

with fire But with age you can conspire
You will

have the fun But pay the cost But when
you take off

Keep me hanging on But when you take off

And when all of you go But

it's a time of love I'll do what you
show And

I'll be taking off