All language subtitles for Take Off 1978-subrip

- His 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 moonlight,

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.

Strong,

sperm gushing,

shooting,

spewing forth a
torrential rain of manhood

into the center of the orifice
that was once her mouth.

Ejaculate,

ejaculate
before it's too late.

Before the moment
passes and is lost forever

in the golden showers
of her tender youth.

- Darling, there's nothing wrong
with taking money for sex.

I just don't
take checks.

- Well, I've always loved pricks,
but this is going a bit too far.

- Would you care
for some coke?

- No, do you
have any Pepsi?

Whose
party is this?

- Haven't the slightest
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's shtup!

- 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 filly.

What I
mean is,

are you here
with anybody?

- No.

- Well, would ya like to
uh, wander around a bit,

maybe uh, check out
the inside of the house?

Yeah, sure.

You look like you're
worth a shtup or two.

Come on.
- All right.

- This place
is just great!

- Hey darling, where
are you taking me?

- I don't know, let's
just explore for a while.

- 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.

- Aww.

- Say, this'll
do just fine.

" 9h yeah!

I just love the
interior decorating.

- Yeah,
who cares?

I just want to
decorate your interior.

- What a
sexy room.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Me 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.

Gonna give
you a treat.

Not yet.

Coming up,
very close.

Okay, lover.

Now, how do you
like my new skin?

- Yes, kind of like
the real one better.

Come here,
you little tiger.

- It's a
leopard, Tarzan.

- Don't matter to
me none, pussycat.

I just wanna
grab your tail.

- Yes, well, I want
to grab your schtick.

Mmm.

P You and me. P

P You and me. P

P The world's
a funny place P

P A very
strange place P

P Many, many things
make you look good P

P But it could
be better P

P Just like
it should P

I' This is the start
of something good P

- Hey, where the
hell are we, Disneyland?

Hey, we going to
the movies, honey.

Well, I'll
be damned.

This house has
just about everything.

- Oh, wow, they must
be collector's items.

Look how
old the film is.

- Yeah.

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

Yeah, 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.

- Well yeah, but he's
such a dirty old man. Ugh!

I reckon I
will be too, someday.

Shit, my
grandpappy's 89.

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

' BOYS or girls?

- Hell, don't
matter to him none.

He's half
blind, anyway.

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

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

- Hey, let's
get outta here.

- Eh yeah,
you gotta point.

This, this might
be trespassing

or uh, invasion
of privacy.

Shh, come on.

- Disgusting.

Absolutely disgusting.

- What is?
- That there one-lady jug band.

- I think that's a
two jug lady band.

- Anyway, if that there is
music, I better pack my bags,

go home
and get married.

- Oh, do you
play an instrument?

- Oh, Lord no.

Only thing I
play is the field.

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

- That
and my art.

- Your art?

- Yes, I sing
country western music.

- 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 ya?

- Well, awfully dry.

Just parched.

I sure could
use something wet.

- Well listen,
just try the pool.

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

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

- Y'all hurry
on back now.

- You look bored.

Aren't you
having a good time?

- Yeah, it was
fun for a while.

- Excuse me.

My name
is Darrin Blue.

This is
my place.

- Ohh, so it's
your party.

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

Where have
you been hiding?

- I haven't.

I've been
watching.

- Watching?

- You and
your friends.

- Oh, you
mean Roy.

Oh listen, he's just a
schmuck-- or was it schtick?

- Excuse me?

- Oh, it
doesn't matter.

- Then you won't
mind coming with me.

- Where to?

- Just come
with me.

- It's your
party, I mean,

you just can't
leave your party.

- I have had enough
parties to fill a lifetime.

- Yeah?

Just let me
get my clothes.

- Where's
Linda going?

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?

- Oh, no place
in particular.

I just wanted a
change of mood.

- Are you a
moody person?

- No.

Iused
to be.

When I was younger,
I guess that mellowed out.

-Oh.

- How old
are you?

- Guess.

-Twenty-two.

- No, twenty-four.

- Twenty-four.

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
innocent at my age?

I mean, when was
that grandpa, 1915?

- No.

1925.

- Oh; my'

You really are old enough
to be my grandpa.

Tell me, 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.

Why do
you laugh?

- It may
surprise you,

but even in the 20s,
there were people

that sounded a
lot like you, dear.

A lot of them were women.
- Yes.

- There was one woman
I'll bet you never heard of,

because she never made any headlines,
but she was so far ahead of her time.

. Who?

- She was a very
wealthy, sophisticated,

older woman.

And she had a
particular weakness,

younger men.

- 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 sopping.

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.

Oh do be a darling and
light my cigarette for me.

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

It's just
not ladylike.

- Thank you, Mark.

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.

In the church, where a clergyman has only
to say at age eighty what he's been taught

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

Really darling, the most
beautiful creatures in the world

are the
brainless ones.

- Uh, oh put them
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 you
can pick us up about five.

- Very good,
madame.

- Now, I have
a little surprise.

Da-dum!

- But 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, posh,
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
leg or breast?

- Oh, uh, leg.

- Come sit next
to me in the shade.

You're going to get
sun burnt and you shouldn't.

- But 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 someday, when you're
old and wrinkled and ugly,

then you'll
miss it.

Then you will
yearn for it terribly.

- 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
rose petal.

- Wow, is that Max's
way of getting his kicks?

Didn't Henrietta or the young
man know they were being filmed?

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

Henrietta planned
the entire thing.

' But why?

- Oh, who knows.

I suppose it was her
way of way of getting off.

I told you she was
pretty outrageous.

- Did the young
boy ever find out?

- Oh, yes.

I suppose that was
the whole point of it.

You see, she loved
springing 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--

Er, what is it they
say in Hollywood?

- Roll it,
madame.

- Oh, yes.
Roll it, madame.

- Well, what
do you think?

- I-I-I can't
believe it.

Well how did--

When?
- 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.

If you had, you'd know what
a gorgeous creature you are.

- You know you
were right Henrietta.

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

Up there
on that screen,

youth and beauty,

they are the only
things worth having.

- Hmm.

You do have
miraculous staying power.

- I 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.

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 strip of film,

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

But what if it were
the other way around?

- 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.

- 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.

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

A silly,
boring child.

- 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.

- No, 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 bank roll.

- He never
saw her again?

- No.

- Well at least he came out of it with
something, 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 had 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.

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 twenty-five.

Are you telling me
that his wish had come true?

I mean, that the film got
old while he stayed young?

- Exactly. Although his
film image deteriorated,

he remained as young
as the clay it was taken.

- 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 the 1930s, he was
living in grand style.

- Scram!

You too.

Cupcake,
breakfast is almost ready.

He put his
money to use during Prohibition

and made a fortune
in illegal enterprises.

His life became
a constant whirl of wine, women,

wild parties, and the
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.

- 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 lox?

. Lox?

The lox.

What good are
bagels without lox?

- I bought
cream cheese.

- You try this on
your complexion.

- Oh, now see
what you've done.

- On you it's
an improvement.

- Answer that.

- Like this?

- Answer that.

Who is it?

John Dillinger.

Open up.

There's no one
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.

Hi John, you old
hooky player, you.

How are you?
- Hey, Darrin.

How's the world
treating you?

You don't look a
day over twenty-five.

Hey, gang.

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

This is my girl,
Jean Harlot

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, stole 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 you in
moving pictures, Miss Harlot?

- 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 thirteen states.

- For robbing banks?

- Nah, for stealing
Roosevelt buttons.

- Listen, Darrin,
I'm on the lam.

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

- 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.

It's 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 Baby Face Nelson into custody,
asked him to hand over his piece.

When Nelson didn't move quick enough,
this fairy grabbed it with both hands

and sucked
out all of his bullets.

I don't know what this
country is coming to,

put a man like
that into office.

Pretty soon, they'll be
teaching it in schools.

- John, how
can I help you?

- 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, boss.

- 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
Harlot 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, unzipped my fly,

shoved her
head down.

She got to liking it
down there so much,

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

Jean honey,
come over here.

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

naw, 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 folk 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'll see to it that
all the money goes to you.

Attention
inside the house.

This is the police,
the FBI, the PTA,

the WPA.

The house
is surrounded.

You can't escape.

We know
you're in there.

You have five minutes to
come out with your hands up.

We're coming
in after you.

Throw out your guns, come
out now, and we'll hold fire.

- All right.

- They can't
kill me.

I'm a
folk hero.

Up yours,
A. Edgar.

Adios, guy. See
ya in the movies.

- Take me with
you John, please.

What will
happen to me?

What
will I do?

- Frankly, Harlot,
I don't give a fuck.

- Now he
is 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 go take care
of this lady in distress.

- You don't
like my dress?

- Sure I
do, sweetheart.

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

Because you and I are
gonna get along just fine.

Now, dry
those tears.

I'm going to take real
good care of you, good.

- I washed all
the dishes, honey.

- 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 ll broke
out and he tried to enlist,

he only
looked twenty-five.

But they turned him
down for being overage.

He was
past forty.

- What
did he do?

- Well he left
the country.

He bounced
around the world.

He spent the war
years 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 scam 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.

- Dammit, Louie, how
many times have I told you,

if you want a whistle,
all you got to go do is put

your lips
together and blow.

Forget it.

Now, what
about that dame?

- She came in last night with
her husband and a teenage girl.

They
looked 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.

. HEY-

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.

- Slimms,

Virginia Slimms, 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.

- Then 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 clay 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 the daughter

for the
other one.

- Mr. Blue,

youTe
a schmuck.

- No.

You just don't
like my schtick.

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
that Slimms had mentioned.

And she was
having a swell time.

Oh, Frankie.

Ohh.

Oh.

- 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 'til the war is 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.

You'll be
doing me a favor.

Put that toy down, Slimms,
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.

P Oh, hello Bellevue. P

P Give me
Doctor Jazz. P

P He's got just
what I need P

P Oh, ru
say he has P

P When the
world goes wrong, P

I' and I get
the blues P

P Oh, he's the man
who makes me get out P

P both my
dancin' shoes P

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

P I'll page
old Doctor Jazz P

J> in all
my dreams P

P When I'm troubled, P

P bound and mixed P

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

P Oh, hello Bellevue P

P Hello, Bellevue?
Hello Bellevue P

P Hello Bellevue P

I' Hello, Bellevue. P

P Hello Bellevue,
hello Bellevue. P

- Nyah...

that's the stuff that
dreams are made of.

- Ach, Herr Blue,

have you
seen this man?

We suspect that
he is in the area.

- Oh, flasher, eh?

- This is a
serious matter.

- I'd like to help you boys, but
this picture's awfully blurred.

Maybe the Fuhrer ought
to invest in a Brownie.

- Herr Blue, the German people
are perfectly capable and efficient

at making
their own camera.

-Oh.

Hey Louie,

you like
a Leica?

- No.

I Nike
a Nikon.

- What the fuck
are they talking about?

- I would not fool
around if I were you.

If you see this man,
his wife und their daughter,

you will contact
us immediately.

Ia?

There will be a
car waiting outside.

- Well darling, have
you found the flasher?

- Nein, Major.

- I haven't
got all night.

- Good clay,
Herr Blue.

Und you too.

Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler.

- I just had a
visit from the SS.

- Social Security?

- No. Gestapo.

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.

Skip the money before
I decide to regret it.

- Oh, you'll
never regret it.

It's even better
when you help.

'Til we
meet again.

- What's eating
you, boss?

- Oh, that
Slimms dame.

She really got
under my skin.

I was dead
wrong about her.

She stuck
by her man.

I guess he gave her
everything she ever wanted

and a
lot more.

- You're a
young man, boss.

Got a long life
ahead of you.

There's gonna be a lot more
dames before this picture is 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 you.

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

Do you smoke
after you fuck?

- Well,
I don't know.

I never look.

- Oh, it's
good, baby,.

- Wow.

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

What happened
after that?

- Well,

he returned to
America during the '50s.

Thirty years had passed
since that film was taken.

- 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
fifty and still look twenty.

- It was, and 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 Rubberized
Dick, your rockin' sockin' DJ comin'

your way with the most
insane play in every way.

Okay, here
we go.

- Let me see that again.
- You've seen it five times already.

Look,

I'm telling you, it's not
her nipple, it's a staple.

- I mean, I
guess you're right.

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

Read what they said.
- Where?

- 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, they're
starting to print it right out.

- Wow.

- Now, look there.

Read there.
No asterisk.

- C-U-N-T.

Yeah!

- I'm telling ya 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.

It don't
count on top.

- Was she padded?

- Well, I didn't exactly
get inside her brassiere.

- 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.

- Woah.

Hey, buddy.

- That's very nice.

Hey, come on, we're not
. Come on!

- Hey, come on.

. Hey, baby.

You sure wearing that--
- ltsy bitsy.

- Teenie weenie.

- 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 you
being so unfriendly?

Let me introduce
my boys here.

This is Frankie, and
Kookie, and Mickey,

and Jelkie.

And I'm Ringo, and I
wanna hold your hand.

- You don't expect me
to fall for that old line.

- Old line?

I ain't
written it yet!

- Hey, what are
you, in a hurry?

- Yes, you stuck
up or something?

" Hey, you deaf?

We're talking
to you.

- What's the matter?
You got the rag on?

- Yes, you in a
rush or something?

You got a date
with the milk man?

- Hey, keep
your hands off.

- Hey, is
that your bike?

- No, it's
my hula hoop.

- I'd like to
hump your hoop.

- Hey, get
offa me.

Hey, Frankie
over here...

- Hey, take your
mitts off my handles.

- You got such a cute
pair of handles, baby.

Hey, I got it.

- Hey, come and
get it right here.

- Can't see.
- Give it back.

- Can't see.

- Oh, she
can't get it.

- Give it back
here or I'll scream.

I'll scream.
- You say cream?

- Cream.
- Scream.

Scream!
Get!

- Stop that.
- No.

You want cream, baby?

- Put her on the ground, take 'em
out. I wanna see what they look like.

- Do it, do it. Pull
them out for me.

How many she
got? One or two?

- Man, do it.

- Whoa.

Looks like I got here
in the click of time.

Now, you boys stay cool, you
just might grow up to be hippies.

You better
come with me.

- Oh, you better
believe it. I'm coming.

- Who the fuck
was that guy?

- The Lone
Ranger, stupid.

I' This is the start
of something good P

P We're gonna
take off P

J> Take off P

What
do you do?

' | go.

I just
go) go? g0'

You know
what I mean?

P Keep on moving P

P Keep on grooving P

Aren't
you going very slow?

- I like to
take my time.

Nice and easy.

B Take off
All right P

- 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.

He'll eat me.

He'll eat
me not.

Hey, when are you 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 cleaned.

So, what
do you do?

- Nothin'.

- 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've been somebody.

- I was.

I was a
contender.

It sucked.

- So instead
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.

- Oh, come on.
I need that.

- So do I.

- Ehhh...

- Hey, you!
I'll fix your ass.

P Hey, baby P

P Sure looking
good mama P

P Yeah, I know P

P Where you been
all this time, mama? P

P
you, honey P

P What do you say me and
you fool around a little bit now? P

P Oh, I don't
know about that P

P You know what I mean,
rockin' a little bit now? P

P Oh, we're
going rockin' P

P We're going rockin' P

P We're going rockin' P

- Oh, come
on baby.

P Yeah, we're
going rockin' P

- Take it all.

Come on,
swallow it.

- Nice girls
don't do that.

- Ohh. Oh,
Natalie would.

P Rollin' rollin'
yeah, rollin' P

P All right P

P Hey, baby P

P Oh, hey baby P

All right, mama

I' Baby,
oh baby D

I' You got it going on now
Baby, baby, baby, baby! P

P We're going rockin' P

P We're going rockin' P

P Yeah, we're
going rockin' P

P Hey, give it
to me, yeah P

P Oh, yeah, okay
We're going rockin' P

P We're going rockin' P

P Yeah, we're rockin' P

P Yeah P

P Give it
to me, yeah P

P Oh baby, we're
going rockin' P

P We're going rockin' P

P Yeah oh,
we're going rockin' P

P Oh, yeah P

P Oh, yeah P

- 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's 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 dealing

drugs.

- Like the
hard stuff?

- Mm-uh, no.

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 still
in their pockets eager to try

the latest
hallucinogen.

- That's Angelina,
Free 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 jays.

- I hear
bells ringing.

- It's 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
uh, 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 gonna stop bugging me?

- Oh, you look
marvelous, dear.

I just
love your outfit.

Where in the
world does 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 looked
between the pages instead

of between
your legs.

It's right about
this area here.

- Jane!

- And a good schtick
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?

- Yes. You know,
give him head.

- Give him head?

- Come on, mom.

You know what I
mean. Suck him off.

- Suck him off?!

- Yes. You breath through your nose
and you 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

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?

- Oh, yes. I, uh,
made quite a few.

- Just repeat them.

- Hey man,
far-fucking-out.

I am
repeating.

Must've been
that beer.

- Man, I thought your
parents would never leave.

- All that crap about
what a cozy place this is.

- They'll never change.

They've always
lied to me.

- Yes, you can't trust
anyone over thirty.

- Would you
believe sixty?

Anyway, I slipped
some acid in his beer.

- Oh, wow.

- My god, what
a full life you led.

- You can 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.

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 Darrin, if you had
it to choose over again,

wouldn't you
still choose youth?

- No. I don't
think I would.

You see, I missed 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 youth.

- 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 film
this afternoon.

- Oh, yeah.

Come here,
you dirty old man.

- Darrin?

Darrin.

- Darrin.

- Goodbye, Linda.

- Henrietta?

- Darrin.

- Wait.
Is that you?

- Oh, Darrin.

- Oh, Henrietta.

P Well now
it's real P

P You made
that deal P

P Love we have is
something that I feel P

P If it could
be forever, P

P and never,
never, never P

P make you lose your
youth and sex appeal P

P But then
you take all, P

P you keep
me hanging on. P

P And then
you take off P

I' when I look,
you're gone. P

J> But if this
time, this love P

P comes to
push and shove, P

P then ru be
taking all with you. P

P It seems
a little tragic, P

P that you can't
sustain the magic, P

P of love that never
changes or gets lost. P

P You keep
playing with fire, P

I' but with age
you can conspire. P

P You'll have the fun, P

P but pay the cost. P

P But when
you take off, P

I' You keep
me hanging on P

P But when
you take off, P

P and will
I let you go? P

J> But if this
time, this love P

P comes to
push and shove, P

P then ru be
taking all with you. P

P All with you. P

P I'll be taking
all with you. P