All language subtitles for Beat (2000) EN

Man: 1944,
Before we were writers.

Before we were
Beat writers.

Before I was
the Allen Ginsberg.

Lucien Carr started
it all.

He knew Bill Burroughs

and Dave Kammerer
from St. Louis.

He met me
at the Columbia dorm.

He met Joan
at the West End bar.

He met Kerouac
at Joan's apartment.

Lucien got us all together
at Joan's apartment,

that was the scene.

Then Lucien killed Dave,

went to jail.

Bill and Joan got married
and drifted down to Mexico.

That was another scene.

I dare you.

( Tin whistle blows )

( TV audio)

( Bill coughing )

One for the road.

(pops )

Bull's-eye.

Where is the brood?

"The brood" is out playing
with the neighborhood urchins.

Do they have ruins
down in Guatemala?

It's all ruins.

Or it all will be,
given enough time.

Ah, just like people.

Yes.

But people decay more promptly
than Mayan temples.

I told Lee that I would meet
him down at the station.

What does your young man
make of the Mayans?

I have yet to inquire about
his preference in lost civilizations.

- But he must like ruins.
- ( Bill chuckles )

Yes.

He likes me
tolerably enough.

We have reached
an accommodation.

That must be nice when sex
can be so tolerably accommodated.

You have a nice vacation, dear.

You too.

But I'm not going anywhere,
remember?

A vacation from me.

Staying behind
is not a vacation.

Envy and resentment, Joanie,
is only possible

because you cannot see
your own space-time location.

William, I see
my space-time location,

and I am angry about
being left behind.

I thought you said Lucien and Allen
were driving down to visit.

If you really thought so, you'd stay
to see your oldest friends,

wouldn't you?

Very tempting, but--

But other activities
are more tempting.

Goodbye, dear.

Well...

Goodbye, little beasts.

( Typewriter clicking )

( typewriter clicking )

Lucien. Oh God.

What happened?

I killed Dave.

What?

I stabbed him.

We went to the park to talk,

and I wanted to get him
to stop obsessing.

He kissed me,
and he wouldn't stop.

And then he tried to fuck me,
and he wouldn't stop.

Even after I stabbed him,
he wouldn't stop.

I rolled his body
into the Hudson.

And I sunk him.

I sunk Dave.

I guess
I should have stayed here.

They'll probably give me
the chair for this.

Don't be absurd.

They don't fry
freshman literature students.

You need to call your mother,
and ask her for some money,

get a lawyer,
and turn yourself in.

Goddamn it.

I saved this.
His cigarette.

You want the last one?

( Engine roaring )

Did you see
the flock of vultures?

No.

( Brakes squealing )

( turkey gobbling )

Flock of vultures.

A brood of vultures.

A brood of brooding vultures.

One must be very careful to call
a predator by its proper plural,

don't you think, Lee?

Who cares?

Yeah.

Joan: Hit How are you!

Oh God.
It's so great to see you.

I haven't seen you
in so long...

And you, I haven't seen you,
since...

Since prison.

Prison.

Where's Bill?

Bill's in Guatemala
with his boyfriend.

- Allen: Guatemala?
- Joan: Yeah.

Joan:
It's ridiculous.

We missed Willie?
He just split?

Consider yourselves lucky...

Bill's been acting
like a schoolgirl in love.

We only have three or four days
before we have to return to the city.

Why are you leaving so soon?

I have to get back
to work on Monday...

as the newly-appointed junior editor
of United Press International.

A foreign correspondent.

That's right. Correspondent
in a foreign country.

How utterly dashing.

Lucien, are you
completely rehabilitated?

Allen: Joan, I wrote Bill
that we were coming,

I don't understand how
he could just split.

You know what?
Forget about Bill,

because we are going
to have kicks.

Hey, Julie.

Julie, this is Lucien.

How about a kiss?

I collect kisses
from sweet little girls.

Thank you very much.

Hi, there. I'm Allen. I met you both
when you were very little.

It was back in Texas.

Do you like my dress?

What a very pretty green dress.

Julie: It's pink.

It is pink!
What a pretty pink dress.

How pretty?

Too, too, pretty. You and your dress
are just too, too pretty.

Just like your mom.

She's going to give you
some competition, Joan.

Yeah, I'm out of the running.

So...

how are you?

How am I?

I live in a Mexican slum.

My husband has run off
with another man.

And I've been too busy
with my children...

to go down to the "farmacia”
and refill my dexedrine.

Let me introduce
you to a friend.

Benny, Joan; Joan, Benny.

Benny!
Oh, God. Thank you.

I would like to propose a toast...

Absolutely.

To my two favorite boyfriends.

Salud.

What's going to be the kicks?
What should we do?

My friend has a bar
down the street.

- We could go for free drinks.
- Lucien: Perfect.

Yeah.

I have to get
a baby-sitter though.

I'll watch the kids.

I'd like to stay and wash off
some of this road grime.

- Joan: Yeah?
- It's my pleasure.

Not too much pleasure.
Easy on the pederasty.

Yeah.
Not to worry, Lou.

I lack your genius
for the perverse.

Drugs are really cheap.

Bill can get his "morfina”
over-the-counter.

He can carry his guns
anywhere he wants.

And he can shoot them
in the house.

That's what Willie likes,
what about you?

What about me?

What do you like?

I have not thought about that
for a while.

I love my kids,

and I love...

the old man.

That's the proper side
of your life.

I wanna hear about
the improper side.

I like to hit the lush.

It's a love-hate thing.

Liking things that are evil.
But you know all about that.

How's that?

Dave.

You think about him, dead?

Do you mean do I feel
guilty about it?

He tried to fuck me,
and he fucked me.

Two years in Elmira.

Well, Dave's really fucked.
He's dead.

I paid for it.

Two years?
It could have been a lot worse.

It's more than that.

What?

I lost you.

I think it's time
we put a sad song on the jukebox.

Tell me about your girlfriend.

There's nothing to tell.
She's just a girl.

Tell me about your boyfriends.

I don't have any boyfriends.

Willie has a boyfriend.

Yes, he does,
but I am disgustingly loyal.

Man: Gentlemen...

Excuse me.

You feel like going upstairs
to my apartment for a quiet drink?

You can bring your friend.

Bill has his men friends.

I don't see why
you shouldn't have yours.

I think that's
between Bill and his men.

Remember this one?

( Guitar strumming )

2 Hold me, slug me. 2}

2 Say you'll never...
What? Fuck me?

Together: ( laughing )
2 Fuck me. 2

Together:
2 Fuck me. As Cupid... »

Together:
2 Strings his bow. !

Together:
2 Use me. Abuse me.

2 Say you'll never choose me. 2

2 Fire an arrow at my heart.

2} Say it's time to go...

What kind of a song
is that?

That is a love song.

Lucien can write a song
about anything.

Really? Then why don't you
sing us a volcano song?

A volcano song.

Yeah. Yeah.

"Paricutin,
halfway to Guadalajara.”

A real, fire and brimstone,
hot lava volcano?

"When it erupted back in '47,
it wiped out a whole town.”

Says here the only thing that
was left was the church steeple.

You think the volcano
might erupt again?

Let me see that.

Lucien: Hot damn.
Should we go?

Do we dare?

Yes.

I need some fire
and brimstone in my life.

That's not such a good idea.
They're probably evacuating the area.

Well I personally
love bad ideas.

Baby...

Yes.

Bad ideas are rarely boring.

- Lucien: Adios, Gentlemen.
- Bye.

Hey.

Do you need anything?

Like, uh...

like what?

Like a blanket?

No. I've got my bedroll.

Oh, okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right.

Good night.

We'll leave early
for the volcano.

Yes.

Lucien: You think the kids
will be okay?

Joan: Sure they will.
They'll survive without me.

Lucien: You could have brought
them along, I don't mind.

Man, they were wailing.
Wow!

Joan: What about me?

I need this vacation, or I might
start screaming my head off.

Why does Bill get to have
all the fun?

I'm entitled
to sing the body electric.

Lucien: The armies of those
I love engird me...

and I engird them.

Together: And charge them full
with the charge of the soul.

Allen, care for a cocktail?

- Joan: Shit. The Federales.
- Lucien: You mean "the man"?

Joan: Si, el hombre.

They're waving me over.

Well then, pull over.

All right, pulling over,
my dear.

Joan: Buenos dias, sefiores.

( Speaking Spanish )

Lucien: You want a drink?

( Glass shattering )

Now that's a waste.

( Speaking Spanish )

- What do they want?
- They want money.

I have money.

Here you go.

( Speaking Spanish )

- Joan: Give him your cash.
- Allen: I don't have much on me.

Ah. You want my clothes?

Joan: Lucien, don't give him
your clothes.

You'll like it.
You'll look good in it.

There you go.

This cabroén is crazy.

No. Here.

Joan: Si, loco.

- You want my shoes?
- ( speaking Spanish )

- They're New York City shoes.
- ( speaking Spanish )

Lucien, I don't think
he gets it.

You want the whole hip outfit.
Is that right?

Hold on, one second.

Lucien: No. No.
It's good, baby.

Allen: I don't think that's
a good idea.

Lucien: Voila.

( Speaking Spanish )

Get in the car.

What?

Adiés.

( Bell ringing )

Christ, it's hot.

Maybe we should take
a siesta.

Oh, Jesus. God!

Can't you ever keep
your hands to yourself?

I thought a little
companionship might be nice.

I agreed to sleep
with you twice a week.

I've already slept
with you twice this week.

A deal's a deal.

No need to be small
about this.

Let's just try and keep things
on a friendly basis.

Maybe tomorrow...

if you keep your hands
to yourself in the meantime.

Water, water, everywhere
and not a drop to drink.

Drink this.

Why didn't we ever
get together?

You know,
before all the...

Before...?

Before the whole Dave thing.

- Ah. The whole Dave thing.
- Yeah.

Everyone spent that whole summer
talking about and analyzing

that Dave thing.

So that's why you
didn't dig me?

( Chuckles )

I didn't dig you because
you went to prison

before I could do
any digging.

I'm here now.

Okay.

Okay.

Whoa. Whoa.

You scratch a bohemian,
and you've got a boy scout.

Not that I'm a bohemian,
nor a boy scout...

but I still sort of have
these true-blue feelings for Willie,.

Hmmm.

Come on,
he's still my friend.

(scoffs )

Hey!

Smile.

Dave: I can't think of anyone,
except for you.

You've ruined me.

No, Dave.
You've ruined yourself.

No.

I did everything
that you asked me to do, Lucien.

You encouraged me.

Now I'm discouraging you.

I'm never going to be
what you want.

Oh, no.
But you are.

You are exactly what I want.

Dave, I'm not a queer.
All right?

Find someone else.

But I found you.

You've been talking to Bill,
haven't you?

This doesn't have anything
to do with Bill.

I like you. I really do.

I just don't
like you like that.

You can hang out with Bill
and you can hang out with Allen,

but if I want
to hang out with you,

I have to do
all kinds of shit!

I've got to earn
your fucking favors, Lucien.

I'm sorry about that.

- Lucien, I love...
- Stop, Dave!

Dave: No. I love you.
I love you...

Fucking Mexico.

It's a beat place.

Yes, it is.
I've had my fill.

If you're so unhappy,
then leave with me...

With us.

Bill can't go back to the States.
He had that heroin conviction.

- You're clean.
- I'm polluted.

Your record's clean.
You don't have to stay.

I can't leave Bill.

I left Bill.
Bill was sucking me dry...

Bill is a psychic vampire--
that's his phrase.

Why do you stay with him?

Bill has great potential.

He doesn't write anything
except letters.

Allen, did you just come down here
to give advice to the lovelorn?

Why not?
Who isn't lovelorn?

Lucien has great potential.

Yeah.

Joan: He did...

before he stabbed
Dave to death.

Allen: Lucien has
a tender spirit.

Slightly arrogant, slightly humble,
slightly beautiful...

slightly daring,
slightly brilliant.

I try to see the world
through Lucien's eyes.

I dream about him--

real, sleepy-time,
ll-can't-control-my-subconcious...

dreams.

If he had any idea of the madness
that went on in my head...

he would detest me as
a psychic vampire-- my phrase.

I know that it's all too hopeless
even to be hopeless love.

I'm not Dave.

But Lucien is my best friend...

all the same.

Yeah, we are the lovelorn.

(laughs )

( speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

Lee: That was brilliant.

He'll spread the word
and a horde will descend.

Not all of us are so stingy
with our favors.

We did make a deal.

Yes, we did.

And tonight, at midnight,
it is the beginning of a new week.

Wait up, Lee.

( Speaking Spanish )

Si, senorita.

Gracias.

We are going the right way.

Where's the lava and fabled fire
and brimstone?

The volcano has gone back to sleep.
But it's still smoking.

We can go to the town
it wiped out last time.

Lucien: Old news.

Allen: The volcano god's at peace.
Be thankful.

Lucien: How utterly
fucking boring.

We need to get the volcano god
good and goddamned angry.

Should we go for a stroll?

Joan: Sure.

Come on, Allen.

No thanks.

Watch out for the volcano god.

He's lurking in all that old lava.

Stop it.

I thought you wanted to.

Wanted to what?

You know...

Fuck?

You had your chance yesterday
and you turned into a boy scout.

I'm not a boy scout now.

Exactly. Not now.

I don't need another person
in my life taking me for granted.

( Thunderclap )

Would you kill Allen
if he tried to fuck you?

Allen's hip enough to keep
his love for me unrequited.

Yeah, Allen's smart enough
not to act like Dave.

Why are you so obsessed
with Dave?

I'm not obsessed with Dave.
I'm just curious.

You killed an aspiring lover.
I think it's perversely attractive.

What about my unrequited
love for you?

You aren't the unrequited type,
Lucien.

Some volcano.

Don't you think it's
a little drastic,

sailing all the way to France,
just to get away from Dave?

It's not as drastic as when Dave
quit teaching English in St. Louis,

to become a janitor in New York
just to be near me.

I'm not holding Dave up as
the standard of reasonable behavior.

Why do you let him write
your freshman lit papers,

when you're capable of discoursing
on the great freshman themes?

Dave gets a kick
out of doing it for me.

Who am I to deny him
some simple pleasures?

Because Dave expects
something from the deal.

That, Lucien, is reasonable.

He's pathetic,
he's the idiot,

he's the Hunchback
of Notre Dame without the hunch.

Yes, Dave is pathetic,

but he's a person,
not a literary conceit.

Bill, I don't know what to do.

It's simple:
stop using Dave.

Politely pull him aside
and tell him to leave you alone,

clean and simple.

Take care of this.

These theatrics
are becoming a real bore.

If you must leave, fine.

But do it soon, Lucien,

before something nasty
happens here.

I'm serious.

Lucien: We never even made it
to the volcano.

We should've hiked up
the cinder cone.

- We got close enough.
- No. We drove all the way out here,

we didn't even make
it to the top.

There's close enough
and there's too far.

You always want to go
too far.

There's wanting
and then there's going.

(scoffs )

Hah.

( Speaking Spanish )

Lucien: Mexico's
pretty fucking complicated.

- Allen: Like what?
- Like Joan.

Allen: What's complicated about it?
You have the hots for her.

That's as basic as it gets--
that's fundamental chemistry.

Lucien: Bill's what makes it
complicated.

You don't seem to be acting
unduly inhibited.

What do you know, Al?

You've never coveted
a buddy's wife before.

I have been in love situations
that didn't work out.

It's the same thing.

I'm thinking about what it would
be like if I stayed with her.

It's great now, but if we stayed
together, would it stay great?

And those kids...

Joan takes care
of the kids.

Yeah, with Bill's allowance money.

That's less than you make
at UPI.

She loves Bill, though.

But he's worn her out.

I got a girlfriend back in the city,
it doesn't matter.

What's the deal?

Are you trying to talk yourself
into something or out of--

I don't know.

Hey,
there's my bathing beauty.

Your worn-out bathing beauty.

I'm just worried about you,
that's all.

Don't be boring.

Do you want to go for a swim?

- Yeah.
- Come on, Allen.

No. Go ahead.

You too worn out?

Ahh,

Strong current.

No. I didn't say
you could do that.

Where do you think
the Pacific is?

I don't know.
We could float...

just float and float away...

and find out...

and drown our sorrows.

You never know.

I'm gonna step out.

Joan?

Joan!

Joan?

- Joan!
- Allen: What happened?

I got tired, so I got out.

She wanted to float
with the fucking current.

Can she swim?

I don't know.
If she wants.

Joan?

Allen: You shouldn't
have left her alone.

- Lucien: I didn't leave her.
- Allen: You got out of the water.

I didn't leave her.

- Joan?
- She's an adult.

Joan?

Joan?

Fuck! Joan?

Joan?
What are you doing?

What does it look like
I'm doing?

I'm staring into the abyss.

Honey, if you stare
into the abyss long enough,

it stares back into you.

Oh, it has.

It has.

Nothing is simple
with you and I.

We're both doomed.

How am I doomed?

Dave's ghost.

What's your doom?

Maybe you are.

Why don't you come back
to New York?

Come back how?

You can come back with us.

With me.

I can't leave Bill.

You can do
anything you want.

Will you kiss me?

Dave, what is the point
of fixating on Lucien like this?

The point...

( laughing )

Maybe I am fixating,

but everyone's drawn to him.

You are.

Admit it.
Come on, admit it.

No. No...

Lucien is the social butterfly.

Lou found you, and he found Jack,
and he found Joan,

and Lou made
this whole scene happen

because of this amazing thing
that he has.

And anyway,
I saw him first.

I wanted him first.

Saw him at camp Wohelo.

Did I tell you
that I was his camp counselor?

Yes, several times.

So it doesn't bother you
in the slightest

that he uses you
to do errands?

Not if it keeps us close, Allen.

I will do anything
to keep us close.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

What's the matter?

Why keep kissing?

Have you reconsidered?

Sleeping with you?

No, New York.

It's not realistic.

We're both luckless.

I'm faithful,
and you're too faithless.

What about Willy?

Running off into the jungle
with a new little boyfriend,

that's not exactly faithful.

Willy always comes back.

At the end of the road, what about--
what do we do?

What do I do?

The old gang.
It'll be kicks.

You've always done well
in New York.

Are you ready for me
and my children?

Are you ready for that?

Are you?

I don't know.

Does that bother you?

No, not too much.

You seemed like
you liked it before.

It was all right.

What's with all the questions?

What are you
fishing around for?

Nothing. I'm just trying
to be personable, affectionate.

Affectionate.

Save the affection
for your kids.

Maybe your wife
would like some too.

Joanie has my affection.

If you love your wife
so much,

then why are you here
with me?

Love is not sex.

I never realized
how boring it is

to drive back some place,

mile after mile,

just to get back to where
you started from.

Hey!

Hey, you!

- Where's your brother?
- Upstairs.

He's upstairs?
Is your daddy back?

No.

He's not? Will you get
Billy for me?

Go get your brother.
It's so good to see you.

All the way to Mexico, no Willy.
I think he's avoiding us.

Yeah.
We have that in common.

It's a long way
back to the Apple.

I can't believe you're
not coming with us.

You wanna get back
in the car?

It's not too late.

Grab the kids,
jump in your car?

Sure.

Just...

we could just leave
Bill a note?

"Dear Bill, Taken the kids,
gone to New York...

Adidés, muchachos.”

Why not?

The car's right here. I'll loan
you a piece of paper for the note.

No.

Think about New York.

1 will,

Promise?

All the time.

Allen: Smile.

See ya.

I would say drive carefully...

but it doesn't seem
to apply.

So drive carelessly,

without a care.

She's so fucking exciting.

I tried to get her
to come back.

How hard did you try?

I tried.
I fucking tried, I did.

She loves Bill.
She's got those two kids.

It's not like she's free,
you know?

You want absolution?

Stop at a fucking church.

You're right.
You're right.

I should've grabbed her and the kids,
thrown 'em in the back seat.

So turn around.

She thinks I'm doomed.

She thinks I'm doomed.
What can I say?

Bill: Hello, Joanie.

Hello.

You missed Allen and Lucien.

What a pity.
How was their visit?

We went to the volcano
in Paricutin.

Oh.

Yes.

And how was your trip?

Everything about Guatemala
was nasty and unreliable.

At the end of the road there was
only mud and mosquitoes,

and a mad doctor.

And how was your pretty boy?

Lee was parsimonious
in dispensing his favors.

He was nice to Papa twice a week,
only because I was footing the bill,.

He was far more lawyerly
than lustful--

he cried "breach of contract”
every time I asked

for something more.

I've never understood
your taste in men.

And I yours.

Did you pay the rent?

With what?

My allowance does not come in
until the 15th.

That must crimp your style
as a sugar daddy.

Perhaps your paramour
thinks you're impecunious.

"Cuanto dinero” to be nice
to Papa twice a week?

I enjoyed seeing Allen...

and Lucien.

I enjoyed it very much.

Are you...

leaving me?

Should 1?

As you like.

I may just go back
to New York.

Lucien is a tourist.

You are an Aztec pyramid,
local color.

What are you?

A scorpion slithering
across your crumbling steps.

We really do need money.

We need food.

Yes.

And gin.

And gin.

Fine.

I will sell a gun.

Cheers.

Fucking luck.

No, our luck's been good.

Don't be perverse,
all right?

Think about it-- New York,
Mexico City, back to Texas.

Our dear chariot's
been flawless.

Yeah, until now.

The karmic wheel has turned,
my friend.

No. The karmic wheel
has stopped, Al.

It's all the same thing.

As Bill says, better get comfortable
with your space-time location.

This is not my space-time
location.

It's fucking nowhere, man.

Yeah.
I remember trying this gun.

It's a dog, Bill.

I don't like it much either.

But it is an automatic,
and it's worth four hundred pesos.

Maybe not that much.
But I think I know a buyer.

Why don't you bring it over
to my place tomorrow night?

Thank you, Heard.

It's in my self-interest, Bill.
You need drinking money.

Yes.

- Hola.
- Hola.

Can I buy you a drink, sir?

With what?

Credit.

Why don't you sell
the gun first,

and then start
standing rounds?

Waiter: What can I get ya?

Man: Tequila, por favor.

Adidés, muchachos...

companferos.

Adios...

muchachos...

companferos.

Adios...

(groans)

I didn't expect
you back tonight.

Love's Labor's Lost.

Bill, I don't want
much from you.

I just want your arms
around me sometimes.

Here's the keys.
All right?

I'll send you back a truck.

Here's some money.

There you go.
That should be enough.

All right, here,
take that.

If you need more, I'll wire it
back to you from the city.

- You're doing it again.
- Doing what again?

- Abandoning.
- Don't be a queen...

Who knows how long it's gonna take
to fix the dear old chariot?

I gotta get back to my job.

Abandoning.

I recognize my space-time
location. I truly do.

It's not here.

( Horn beeps )

See you back in the city?

( Engine roars )

(pops )

I had a strange dream
last night.

I dreamt I gave birth
to a large spider.

Bill: What do you
suppose that means?

Well,
the Freudian interpretation...

would be that I want
to have sex with my father.

Bill, does the Oedipal complex
get reversed for fags?

(laughs )

Speaking from
personal experience,

I never wanted
to fuck my father.

( Tin whistle blows )

The knife sharpener's here.

Joanie, look.

An honest-to-goodness
boy scout knife.

Hmmm...

Lucien used to have
a knife like that.

He used to open
wine bottles with it.

( Tin whistle blows )

I think I'll go get
the knife sharpened.

( Speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

Si.

Man: Bill, come in.

- Hello, Heard.
- Hi.

Heard: Joan.

Hello.

- Heard: Good, you got the gun.
- Bill: Yes.

Lee.

Hello.

So, is the buyer here?

Depends on who's buying what.

Joanie, you know Lee.

By reputation.

I don't know where Marv is,
but I gotta go tend bar.

Dwight, you know Marv,
right?

Yeah. We were stationed
in Germany together.

- Great. Bill, will you be okay?
- Like a pig in a trough.

Heard, go down and tend
to the bar.

I will come down
with your commission

as soon as I have negotiated
the swindle.

Heard: Perfect.

Swindle?

Marv's a stand-up guy.

It is a fair gun
for a fair price.

I live my life
by the boy scout code.

I know my guns.

You don't even know the boy scout
motto, wisenheimer.

( Iaughing )

Yes.

"Be prepared.”

Were you a boy scout, Lee?

No, I was never a boy scout.

Oh really?

Bill could teach you
knot tying,

or wrestling holds...

if he hasn't already.

Didn't you two bone up
on your wilderness lore...

down there in the jungle?

The jungle was fucking ghastly.

I don't understand.

The jungle was ghastly,
or the fucking was ghastly--

- Or both?
- Joanie!

I love travel stories,

especially ghastly fucking ones.

Dwight: You've got some mouth
on you, Mrs. Burroughs.

No, Dwight, not compared
to some other mouths.

And where those mouths
have been!

Well...

Well...

I'm so bored.

My dear...

why don't we show the boys here
our William Tell act?

Okay, Bill.

Let's show them
our little parlor trick, shall we?

(laughs )

( chuckles )

I dare you.

( Gun shoots )

(thud )

Joanie!

Lee: I'll get that medical student
who lives on the roof.

Dwight: I'll call an ambulance.

Joanie! She's gonna be fine.
Come on!

( Sobbing )

Help!

( Sobbing )

Come on, sit up.

There you go, girl.

( Sobbing )

( wailing )

- Man: Hey, Carr?
- Yeah?

What was the name of that friend
of yours in Mexico?

- The one you just visited?
- Burroughs. Why?

Bad news, I think.
This just came over the wire.

( weeping )

I dare you.

Allen: Snapshot poetics.

Reckless memories.

Complicated.

It's sad and beautiful.

What's it like among
the dead, Joanie?

What happy things
do the dead remember?