All language subtitles for B Life In The Fast Lane (USA 1974, Cyndee Summers, Sandy Dempsey) (720)

This is going to be a big hit, Ricky.

Big one.

Mark Markson here.

Mark, sweetheart.

How are you, baby?

How's your ass?

If this is an obscene phone call, I must
warn you, I have a police whistle.

It's your old stick finger buddy, Beth.

Beth, oh!

Biff Howard, dum -dum.

Biff! Biff Howard!

How are you? Where are you?

In the hills of Beverly.

It is Beverly, isn't it?

Where? Beverly Hills.

California.

I'm making it. I'm big.

Gee, gee, that's great.

Don't applaud.

Just show your appreciation.

I seem to have a bad connection.

Well, listen.

The connection's not bad at all.

Now I can hear you.

Well, listen.

What I called about.

I'm in the promotion business.

What do you promote?

Anything. Are you still writing songs?

Songs? I sure am.

In fact, I was working on my 1 ,000th
when you called.

Out of sight.

Listen, I figured you're ready.

And I'm just the guy who promotes you to
the big time.

Tinseltown is calling, baby.

Now's the time to make it.

I don't know, Biff.

I've got to be honest with you.

I'm not very successful.

I mean, the songs are swell.

They think they're a tad out of date.

What do these schmucks know?

Trends. The key word is trends.

It's a world of nostalgia.

Look.

Why don't you wipe out that pad of
yours?

The second richest woman in the world.

We'll see you again soon. Oh, I don't
think so. I'm going to be awfully busy

with my new successful career.

Hi, Biff. Mark, come on in. Thank you.

Gee, it was sure nice of you to send
your friends to pick me up.

What friends?

They were a bit strange, though.

I didn't say anybody picked you up. You
have my address.

I thought you'd take a cab over.

Who were they?

Rich hippies?

Biff, they were obscene. The things they
were doing in that car.

They wanted me to join in.

Can you imagine five people doing it in
a car?

Shh.

Must have been heaven.

Hey, listen, man. Play some of those Wow
50 sounds, will you?

Okay.

Okay, I'll play Wowie, I'm in love for
you and your fiancée.

Oh, beautiful.

I'm glad.

I held your hand at the prom Gee, it was
warm and strong

Gosh, I wish I could have kissed you But

holding your hand was neat when the moon
was blue

Wowee, I'm in love

I'm glad I held your hand at the prom
Gee,

it was warm and strong Gosh, I

wish I could have kissed you But holding
your

hand was neat When the moon was blue

I'd rather not.

They're going to have a nostalgia night.

Sounds of the 50s.

That's why I brought you out. There's an
amateur contest involved, which you

will win. That's how we launch your
career.

Fantastic.

Nothing is impossible.

Car hop one day, star the next. Fame,
success, you name it.

Yeah.

Yeah, but it all can be as fleeting as
quicksilver on an oil slick.

Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at
it.

It's not right.

It's okay for an amateur contest.

What's wrong, Biff?

It's the sound. It's got to have a now
sound, but a 50s feeling.

Whatever you say, Biff.

I got a group that's perfect.

Tommy Vangelini and the Penetrations.

Who?

New group. I managed them.

They need a gimmick.

And your music is the gimmick they need.

Hey, gang, wait. This isn't gonna work.
Hold it, Tommy.

Hold it.

You're having trouble, right?

Not really.

Well, don't bullshit me. It's like the
man of the hour with me. Mark?

Meet Tommy and the Penetrations.

Hi, everybody.

Hey, don't let his looks fool you.

This guy has a 50s touch that is out of
sight.

Look, play around with this a while,
will you? Just try it out, babe. Go

Go over there and play.

You see what I mean?

Go ahead.

We need you to join us.

Oh, my

God.

Help. Help.

Not at night, man.

You've got to tell them to leave.

Leave? They're fantastic.

No, no, no. Not them. Them.

Are you on something?

You can level with me.

Never mind.

Never mind.

Hey, don't be down, man. We've made it.

What do you mean?

Sign, baby. Sign. We've made it.

Sign it.

What a put -on. The weirdos will really
groove this new stuff.

Put -on? I don't understand. Nothing,
baby, nothing.

Yeah, right on. It's real groovy stuff.

I like his music, huh? You don't like my
music?

Oh, we love it, Pops. It's got a real
fudgy sound.

It's money in the bank.

Hey, sign it, Mark. We'll make a
fortune. Please sign it. Biff, I'm not

interested in making a fortune. I just
want to bring good music back to

Right on. We'll get those two chapters
back in line.

Sign it.

Beautiful, baby.

Beautiful.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Sure, baby. Talk to me.

It's about your friends.

Tommy and his gang are fantastic.

No, no, no. I don't mean them. I mean
the ones who were in the glass booth.

What are you talking about?

They're the same ones that picked me up
at the airport.

Makes sense. Mark, I understand you
sometimes, man. I'm trying to tell you.

They were the ones who were, well,
fucking in the booth.

You're putting me on. Come on.

I'll buy you a soft drink.

Biff.

Biff.

Don't hand me that. Do this for your own
good.

Yeah, Biff. I mean, but this?

Come on, man. Your fans expect it.

Oh, Biff. I don't have any fans.

At least not yet.

After tonight's party, you'll have a
million of them.

Biff, I haven't cut any records.

I'm an unknown.

Not after tonight's party.

I've hired a bunch of groupies. Just
make sure they're up your threads.

What do you mean? Rip my clothes off?
That's their bag, their bit, their

lifestyle. Biff, but what if it's not
mine?

You'll love it once you get used to it.

Anybody who's anybody is going to be
there tonight to meet you. Don't let me

down now, man. Dig?

Hey, man, would you like to compare?

No, thank you.

Don't bite him. Let him have a little
pleasure.

Or should I say, a big pleasure.

I'm really not interested in that.

Beth, do you know where everyone's
smoking?

Right on.

Yeah, but... If you smoke the other
shit, you can get cancer.

So...

New York City, right? Right. I was there
about a month ago. Really?

Yeah.

Five is a heavy number.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have you gone bananas?

It's them.

They're in there doing it. Doing what?

Who?

Them. Your friends. The ones you say you
don't know.

Look out, man.

Pull it. You can't see this way.

Them. They're in there doing it. And the
way they're going at it, they could

fill five cheap bags without trying
hard.

We need a good piece of ass or 500 ,000
units of vitamin C or both.

Get rid of that stuff.

Nice stuff, baby.

Keep your hands off, buster.

I'm a lad.

How are things in Beverly Hills? You
creep!

I beg your pardon, sir. Ma 'am.

Excuse me.

Biff. Do something. The party's dying,
man. Do what?

Hey, I don't know. You're the star
attraction.

Hey, everybody.

Everybody, I got a great idea.

How about a neat party trick?

Now, what I need is nine magazines plus
an assistant to help me. Now, this is

such an incredible trick that nobody
will believe it. But I promise to

how it works when it's over. Now, who
will be my assistant?

It looks like I'll be your assistant.

Well, you don't have to.

Oh, but I want to.

You're Mark Markson, aren't you?

I've heard so much about your wonderful
music.

I wish I'd been old enough to enjoy the
50s.

You're a very lovely person.

That's a very lovely outfit.

It was my sister's.

May I take you home?

I have my daddy's car.

But I hope I'll see you again.

It's as though I met that stranger
across a crowded room.

It's been an enchanted evening for me,
too.

Please.

I must see you again.

It's getting late.

It's nearly midnight.

Please. Please, can I see you again?

And we could play some of my old 45s.

And you could tell me what it was like,
really like back then.

I will.

I will. All about the Shandells, Guy
Mitchell, Teresa Brewer, Chubby

That would be neat.

Wait, wait. I don't even know your name.

It's Mary Jane.

Mary Jane.

Jesus, man, you should have had a killer
party.

Now I've got my own.

Mary Jane.

Oh, gee, Biff.

Gee, I'm sorry nobody liked my tricks.

Why don't you go to the piano, man, and
play something quietly, huh?

Well, if you have any Bobby Bloom
records, I can play along.

Is it worth it? I ask myself.

Is it worth it?

After last

night, it's pretty obvious.

You need more PR, more exposure.

Oh, I'd rather not, Biff. I mean, it's
not that I'm ashamed of what I've got,

but... See it, man. That's not what I
mean.

You gotta get to the pulse of the
public.

You gotta let them see you. Let them
reach out for you.

Okay, but I'd like to have Mary Jane
with me.

Tell her to dress like a human.

Like some fugitive from a high school
prom.

Thank you.

For heaven's sake.

I

didn't

realize it had gone so far down.

I'm paying for it. I'm going to gobble
it all up.

Please gobble it up. I'm sure that warm
sauce is delicious.

More than you ever realize.

Oh,

why not? No.

Keep your eyes closed, Mary Jane. I'm
going to help that young lady.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I'm terribly sorry. Don't touch me, you
pervert. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mary Jane!

Mary Jane, help! They're taking me away!

I can't see, Mary!

Take your hands away from your face!

Believe me, Biff, I was only trying to
help.

Thank God no one had a camera.

Well, what if you lose it now?

about the eagles back in Philly.

Okay.

Try something else.

Why don't I just practice the piano?

Could have been climbing the fucking
walls.

Piano's shit, man.

Forget the fucking piano.

That's it. A hobby. A hobby. An
exploitable hobby.

I've always wanted to learn to play
tennis.

Tennis shit, man.

Hey, skydiving. That's it. Skydiving.

I'm not the jumping type, Biff.

I can see the headlines now. Think of
it.

The Flying Mistral. You gotta learn how
to play guitar. You're playing the way

down. Way out, man. Way out.

No way, Biff.

You must be the stewardess.

That's right.

Do you want to fly me?

No, but I'll have a cup of tea.

What is this, a conspiracy?

Are you one of them, too?

That's right, honey.

We're going to jump with you.

And then we're going to do naughty
things to you every three falls.

First, we're going to take off all your
clothes.

And all five of us are going to have a
ball.

Oh, your balls.

All the way down.

See what fun you could be having?

Land the plane.

Is that a threat?

If that's a threat, I'm going to call
for help. Don't tweet.

Would you say goodbye to Mary Jane for
me?

Just in case I don't make it.

You'll make it.

Will you please land the plane?

Okay. But try something else.

Please, Biff.

Please, believe me.

It's over and done with.

You can't miss with this hobby.

you won't try it without that ridiculous
suit?

The water's too cold. I'm just not
adjusted to your cold water.

Well, go on and get to it.

a skin diver?

Not really.

I can see that.

It was not my idea.

My friend thinks I should have a hobby.

Are you sure this thing doesn't leak?

Okay, everything's ready.

Watch the rope.

Golly, I feel like a mummy in this
thing.

I can't see a thing.

What are you trying to do?

This has gone far enough.

Where'd you find these friends?

I thought they were your friends, Biff.

I have no friends, only clients.

You mean?

You'd better believe it, baby.

And I don't dig losers for clients.

See you later, alligator.

He was only trying to help.

He's in a good piece of ass with 500
,000 units of vitamin C on both.

It looks like I'll be his assistant.

Shit, man. That's not what I mean.

You've got to get to the pulse of the
public.

You've got to let them see you. Let them
reach out for you.

And we can play some of my old 45s.

Oh, we'd love it, Cox. He's got a real
fudgy sound.

It's money in the bank.

He's flipping out, man. Fool him.

And you could tell me what it was like.

Jesus, man, you should have had a killer
party.

You're Mark Markson, aren't you?

You don't sleep!

What the hell were you trying to do?

Don't touch me, you pervert!

I couldn't have the time in the fucking
walls.

I like his music, though.

I've heard so much about your wonderful
music.

Forget the fucking piano.

That would be me.

the richest woman in the world. Just see
what I'm doing.

That's right.

Live in and watch and enjoy.

I'm Margo.

That's right.

You should join us.

For it's fun.

But bye.

Come full circle.

Oh, baby, don't you know I love you?

Oh,

baby,

don't you know I love you?

Baby, don't you know I care?

Hello? If you don't stop that racket,
you'll be forced to leave.

I only did one strum.

That's one too many.

Please don't be angry with me.

Mary Jane, is it really you?

Yes. I tried to reach you at Viv's home,
but he said you had moved out.

Well, I'd rather not talk about it, but
I'm glad you called.

Really? Do you mean that?

Mary Jane, you're the nicest girl I've
ever met.

Honest. Oh, Mark.

And I like you, too.

If you're not too busy, let's go on a
picnic.

That's a keen idea, Mary Jane, but I
don't have a car.

I'll borrow Daddy's.

See you in an hour.

Mary Jane, you're the first girl I met
who I can trust.

You know, you saved my sanity.

Another hour in that room would have
driven me up the wall.

Your talent must be saved from the
corruption which surrounds us.

Please, Mark.

It's only our first date.

I'd like very much to kiss you when I
take you home, if I may.

I just don't know yet.

I don't know if it would be right.

You know, it's wicked, but I just love
red wine.

They seem to follow me where I go.

I can't believe this.

We better go.

You're right. We shouldn't encourage
this.

Please, Mary Jane.

Please, we better go.

Feel my heart.

How fast it beats.

Let me take you home.

In a moment.

Now. Now, because it's too late.

Too late?

It'll never be too late.

Your closeness.

I suddenly want you.

I want them.

All of us together.

No. No, Mary Jane. Not you two. Close
them out. Turn them away. Close them out

of your mind.

If I close my eyes, I'd only see more
clearly.

I want them.

Their life.

Think of your family. Think of your
mother.

Fuck my mother.

Mary Jane!

No, you fuck her!

Mary Jane!

Mom. Mom.

Thank you.

Who is this?

to report an obscene phone call.

Your wife's name, sir?

I'm not married.

I received the call.

You? Yes, me.

Male or female?

Female. Now just give me the police.

How obscene was the call?

What do you mean, how obscene was the
call?

Now look.

On a scale of one to ten, how would you
rate it?

Probably eight.

Now wait a minute.

Now, wait a minute. That's none of your
business. Just give me the police.

Everything is the phone company's
business, sir.

Now, was it male or female?

Female. Now, would you please?

Female? Was it a juicy call?

Tell me about it.

It was obscene.

Now, look, miss. It's Mrs.

Are you hung good?

Is that why you got the call?

My husband's in St. Louis tonight. What
are you doing?

Now, just a minute.

Do you like to suck and chew?

Do you like to stick your cock in a pair
of juicy cut lips?

What's your phone number, cowboy?

You gotta stop.

I'm gonna hang up.

Never mind, I'll trace the call.

Maybe you'd like to give me a good
fucking ride.

God, I'm hot.

Let me come over so you can give me a
good fucking ride. Let me feel that cock

of yours inside me.

Help. Help.

I knew you'd answer sooner or later.

Mary Jane, are you all right? Did they
hurt you?

I didn't mean to run away like that.

They didn't hurt me.

You know something, Mark?

You're a fucking idiot.

Mary Jane!

Come on over, Mark.

I'm with this and his friends.

Come on over so you can suck me and give
me a good fucking.

Oh, Mark, I want you to grab me and fuck
me.

Mary Jane.

Mary Jane.

I'm a monk.

We had a pure romance.

And very dull.

I'm through with holding hands.

I learned, Mark, and... But you don't
have to.

You're a very loved person. And it's no,
I meant that stranger across the crowd.

And just as soon as the amateur contest
is over, we'll be together again.

You'll win.

You're the biggest amateur I know.

That's unkind.

Goodbye.

I'm going to write a song.

Mary Jane's Lament.

And when I return to the city of
brotherly love, I'll think of you.

Go fuck yourself, num -num.

My feet got wet. I didn't beg to tell
your story, baby.

Tell your story, baby.

Tell your story, baby. Tell your story,
baby.

Mark.

You.

You, I've got nothing to say to you.

Please, Mark, you must listen to me.

I was wrong.

I love you. I love you purely.

Do you mean that?

Of course I do, my darling.

Now I know I can win.

You wait right here in the wings.

I'd like to sing you a song I wrote
about the good old days in Philly when I

growing up.

We used to play stickball in the streets
and root for the Phillies.

I

would

dig to really to be able to go back.

And I'd like to return to all the things
like stickball and basketball and

playing in the streets. Bruno!

Tony, come out and play!

Man, it was a groove in those days, man.

I mean, like, that was out of sight,
man.

You know, and you met a little girl, and
she was your love, you know.

And it was so out of sight, we kind of
ran down the street together.

I mean, I mean, love was love. It was
bad.

It was sharing popcorn and grooving with
ice cream.

Because love, love between two people,
man, it's just out of sight.

But let me say this.

Love between five people, now that's
heavy.

Now that could be a groove, especially
if one of those people is me.

Dig it?

Because you should get together,
everybody.

Get in your bed.

You grab her tits.

And you kiss her on the back of her
fucking neck.

And you say suck.

You can stop wasting your time, good
God.

You know, the Lord said, be good, be
good, and I'll give you good.

And I wonder if he did. So let me hear
from you, good God. Let me hear from

Don't you excuse yourself, you punk.

Now, let me say this.

With your left hand, unbuckle your
pants.

Let your pants drop to the floor.

Then take your young lady by the head.

Shut up and fuck me.

Tell your story, baby.

Tell your story, baby. Don't come crying
to me.

My well didn't dry.

My feet got wet. My horse went to race.
And I didn't beg. Tell your story, baby.

Tell your story, baby.

Tell your story, baby. Don't come crying
to me.

My cornfield burn was irritated.

I bought my baby and my team on a boat.