All language subtitles for Birdy.1984.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

[♪♪♪]

WOMAN:
She likes you.

You see, Melanie...

...she's every bit as pretty.

You've been very nice.

Now you can have what you want.

MAN:
Hey, you!

Birdboy!

Mrs. Angelucci said them feathers
can give you asthma.

AL:
I've got a great idea.

Let's enlist.

MAN:
Kids got to play, honey.

WOMAN:
Go tell that to your son.

Birdy!

Are you all right?

WOMAN 1:
Switch shifts on Thursday?

[PHONE RINGING]

How come they didn't
change the bandages?

WOMAN 2: No, ma'am.
He's unavailable right now.

Can I have him call you?

MAN:
That's Doctor Moore.

AL:
How long do I wear these things?

We'll take them off when you
get back from seeing your friend.

Then I'll see if you got
everything back in the right place.

Should be okay,
give or take an ear or two.

[LAUGHS]

I think the graft is
going to be just fine, Al.

After a while it'll start itching,
but you can't scratch it.

- Okay?
- Okay.

This ought to hold you.

How do you feel?

Like the Invisible Man.

Come see me when you get back, okay?

Sure thing.

Don't worry.

Boo!

Don't stare, honey.
It's rude.

AL:
Shit, Birdy.

The things you put me through.

They always said you were weird.
Even my kid brother.

Do you remember the time
with the knife?

[ALL SHOUTING]

Shit.

Jesus Christ!
These damn kids!

Way to go! Now we'll never
get it back. The lady's a witch.

Stay out of my yard!

You hear?

We don't have another ball.
How else we going to play?

By not hitting it here.
Go somewhere else and play.

This ain't no ballpark.
This is my yard.

Why don't you do something about it?

Kids got to play, honey.

You tell that to your own boy.

GIRL:
Uh-uh. I don't want to.

AL:
Come on, why not?

GIRL: I just don't feel like it.
AL: Sure you feel like it.

GIRL:
Well, if I let you...

...can I wear your letter jacket?

Yes.

Hey, Al.

- Al!
- What?

He's down the street.
The weird kid.

Later, Mario. Get lost.

- Come on, you promised.
- Shit.

Hey you.

Hey, birdboy!

Yeah.

What's your name?

[CHUCKLES]

This is like talking to the air.

Got a knife I can borrow, kid?
Got a splinter.

This it, Mario?

Yeah, that's my knife.

You thief!
My brother says it's his.

Back off!
Don't mess with me!

MARIO:
Don't mess with my brother!

He's a wrestling champion!

[GRUNTING]

Now you're in trouble!
This really better be your knife.

It is.
Ziegenfuss stole it from me.

I thought you said he stole it!

No! I just said he had it.

Jesus, Mario.

I bought it from Ziegenfuss.
But if he stole it, you can have it.

Don't touch it.

- It's mine.
- We'll get you another.

Here.

Thanks.

AL: Where'd you learn all that stuff?
You wrestle or something?

No.

AL:
You should.

You like pigeons?

What's to like?

BIRDY:
They fly.

They fly. So what?

That's enough.

Come on, Al. Are we going, or what?

I'm training these
to be carrier pigeons.

Ha, ha. You mean with the notes,
like in a war?

I got a class. I've got to go.

So go.

Up yours!

Pretty ugly birds.

You know, if he really can train
them to carry notes, I'd buy one.

- You would?
- Sure. A lot of kids would.

Hey.

Wait a minute!

How about if I help you catch some?

It's funny how they do that.

If it hadn't happened every
5 minutes for the last 50 years...

Dumb.

They always come back
to the same place.

See?

Same exact spot every time and just
carry on with their business.

- Come on.
- Where you going?

Higher.

- We got to get up to talk to them.
- Are you kidding?

- Are we allowed up here?
- No.

AL:
Looks awful high to me.

[♪♪♪]

- Fuck you!
- Ha, ha.

[SHOUTING]

It worked!

Birdy, where are you?

Very funny.
Now where the fuck are you?

Come the hell out.
I know you're in here, birdbrain.

What's that?

A pigeon suit I'm making for you.

This way, they'll think
you're one of them.

I don't want them to think
I'm one of them.

Come on, just try it.

No way would I be caught dead in that.

I feel ridiculous.

You look terrific.

Come on. It's over here.

AL: I want to go change.
I look stupid!

BIRDY:
Not to a bird, Al.

That's some view.

Can you see the Tower Theater?

That must be City Hall over there.

Stars, Al.

Look at the stars.

What stars?

BIRDY: We should come back
to just look at them.

Woo-hoo!

AL: What are you doing?
For chrissakes, get down!

- Hold my legs, will you, Al?
- Okay.

You'll like this one, Al.

She looks like your dad.

I got to get a little lower.

Let me down a bit more.

Jesus, Birdy!

Give me a bag.

[GROANS]

Fuck!

No! Birdy! No! Birdy! Birdy.

Hold on, I'll get help.

I can't hold on that long.

What's so funny?

You.

You look so serious.

It is fucking serious!

Oh, fuck!

Shit!

Look, this isn't going to work.

I'll try to make it to the sand pile.

- What are you talking about?
- It's easy.

You'll jump?

No, Al, I'm going to fly.

- Don't jump!
- Let go!

Don't! Don't! Birdy! Birdy!

Birdy! Birdy, are you all right?

Birdy.

Birdy, are you all right?

I flew, Al.

Sure, you flew.

It was beautiful.

It was like...

You look awful pale, Birdy.

Should I go get somebody?

You might have busted something inside.

You'll break your crazy neck
one of these days.

God, Birdy!
Don't do anything like that again.

MAN:
What do you think, sergeant?

Sir?

Your friend.

How does he look to you?

It's hard to say.
I'm not sure I understand your question.

It's a simple question.

How does your friend look?

- Are you his doctor?
- Yes.

Why are you asking me?

Obviously, because I want to hear
what you have to say.

He doesn't look good.
Does he just sit there like that?

MAN:
Mm. For the most part.

AL:
Was he wounded?

Yes, but his wounds
were relatively minor.

This is not a physiological condition.

Then how'd he get like this?

All we know is that he was
missing in action for a month.

For a while we didn't even
know who he was.

AL:
Does he know who he is?

MAN:
I don't know.

He hasn't talked since he was found.

So you really don't know anything.

I think I know a few things, sergeant.

It was my idea to bring you here.

Why am I here?

The patient's mother
thought you might be...

...well, of some help.

Frankly, I'm willing to try anything.

- And I'm it?
- For now.

When I found out about
your condition...

It seems like it might be
an interesting therapy.

For him or for me?

I hope for both of you.

Come with me.
There's something I want you to see.

No, tuna salad, not chicken salad.

Lots of mayonnaise, and none of those
little celery chunks.

Two of them.

Do you want anything?

- No.
- Coffee?

Two coffees, cream and sugar.

Okay, yeah, that's it.

Strange, huh?

Jumping and twisting,
like he was trying to escape.

You sure can't blame him for that.

No one is, sergeant.

He wouldn't like being cooped up here.

What do you suppose impels him
into these strange positions?

Like what?

Like this...

...cringing position.

Was there any psychological trouble
before he was in the military?

How close were you?

We was real good buddies.
Pretty close.

Very close?

We weren't queer for one another
or anything like that.

We were normal, crazy Philly kids.

- How crazy?
- You ever been to Philly, sir?

You have to be pretty crazy
to live there.

I don't understand yet
what's brought him to this.

You got any ideas?

Well... He got drafted.

All wars have
their casualties, sergeant...

...and the Army takes care
of their own.

Certainly took care of me, Doctor.

Major, sergeant.

Major, sir.

I know that this is difficult
for you at this time.

And I know it's hard for you
to come here like this.

How does your face feel?

It's okay.

No problems?

The bandages are a little hard
to get used to, sir.

When the doctor--
The major...

...said one of the things they
had to do was give me a steel jaw...

...I thought, "Great!
A steel jaw!

Maybe I'll be the next La Motta."

Turns out, a punch could knock
the pins into my brain...

...so it's worse than a glass jaw.

It's pretty funny, huh?

A lot of people wouldn't think so.
Aren't you concerned?

Well, yeah, sure, kind of.

You know what would be
a good idea, Alfonso?

- Al.
- It might be helpful...

- ...if you visited your friend now.
- Yes, sir.

It's important that
I make some progress soon.

Ronsky? Send Renaldi in here.

You'll like Renaldi, Alfonso.
He's Italian too.

AL:
What's going on here?

RENALDI: Occupational therapy.
Some genius at Boeing thought it up.

Who better to sort out
the nuts than nuts, right?

AL: What do you do here?
- Pretty much everything.

Mostly I help take care
of the patients.

I take them for walks,
read them the funnies...

...blow their noses,
change the bedpans...

...wheel them into the TV room.
Stuff like that.

How'd you get that shitty job?
They bust you?

I'm a conscientious objector.

- You're kidding?
- No.

An Italian conscientious objector?

That's right.

Hi, Ned. Nice day.

Ned's elevator doesn't go
up to the top floor.

Combat stress. He's quiet today.

Normally, he's throwing shit
against the walls.

Here he is.

I'll be back soon, and
I'll take you to your bunk.

They have you in with me.

Take it easy.

[DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS]

Hey, Birdy.

Is this for real, or what?

If this is some act you cooked up
to get out of Nam, it worked.

You can stop now.

Come on, Birdy.

It's me under all these bandages.

It's Al.

Maybe I'll get into
something crazy myself.

Can't you see it?

"Neighborhood Boy Turned a Lunatic
by the Horrors of War."

All I'd have to do
for a pension is growl...

...or go beat somebody up
on Market Street.

So much for that.

God, this place gives me the creeps.

It's awful quiet for a loony bin.

You know, they keep saying
I'll be fine.

I keep hearing them.

"Quit worrying how you look,
Columbato."

But I saw a guy at Dix
who they also said would be fine.

And he had a face like
a medium-rare cheeseburger.

I'm scared I won't recognize
who I'm shaving in the morning,

Jesus, Birdy, what happened to you?

That fat-gut shrink,
he wants me to jog up your brain...

...by getting you to remember
the things we did together.

Did we jack one another off?
Stuff like that.

I don't trust that guy.

Everything's too interesting to him.

So what do you want to talk about?

Maybe we should talk about
one of the 85 million times...

...we tried to find where your mother
hid the goddamn baseballs.

Okay, you don't like that one.

Remember that statue of Billy Penn
on top of City Hall?

How, from certain angles,
it looked like he had a hard-on?

And how we used to stand there
with the pigeons?

Every time some old lady would walk by,
we'd point at Billy Penn.

They'd look up, and they'd see
Billy with his dong sticking up.

HANNAH:
Shit!

Do you need a hand?

What are you doing here?

I'm his friend.
The doctor brought me.

Right!

Now I remember.

- What's your name?
- Columbato, Al.

You know, I'm not in the Army.

You can tell me your name
frontways if you want to.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I'm Hannah.

He eats that?

Heh. Looks horrible, doesn't it?
It's all he'll let me feed him.

You have to feed him?

Can't he feed himself?

I don't know.

He doesn't.

He won't let the orderlies feed him.

For some reason, he lets me.

AL:
Shit, maybe I'll stop talking.

I like your friend.

But I wish he wouldn't do this.

Listen, I'm going to go.

HANNAH:
You can stay if you want.

AL: That's all right.
I'll go bunk out for a while.

HANNAH:
Okay, hang on. I'll unlock you.

MAN: Hi there.
Let me take a look at your back.

Tell me where it hurts.

[GRUNTS]

My buddy's broken his leg.

Maybe his back.

I hope not his back,
because that can make you crazy.

He's a little crazy.
He thinks he can fly.

He thinks he's a bird.

It's all here, the whole thing,
how he fell off the gas tank.

[LAUGHS]

There's a picture showing where he
jumped, and an "X" where he landed!

I don't want to hear any more!
Not birds, not nothing!

You can start now...

...by cleaning the pigeon shit
off the front porch.

Face it, we're out of
the pigeon business.

- They ain't coming back.
- They'll come back, they were homed.

What kind of home is it when
your witch of a mom chops it up...

...and chases the birds away?

It's home to them.

It's not the lumber and nails.
It's the place.

I got to tell you something.

But you have to promise
not to go apeshit on me.

What?

Do you promise?

What?

AL: You're right.
Those birds kept coming back.

Your mom puts down poison
and knocks off half of them.

But those blue bars get smart
and still keep coming back.

So she calls Mr. Solari.

Mr. Solari, the poultry guy?

Yeah, the butcher.

That guy would dress his mother
as a chicken...

...if he got 69 cents a pound.

He must've taken them.
They ain't been back since.

No, you don't get it, Al.

Those blue bars saw Solari.

That's why they didn't come back.

You're wrong!
Solari bagged them.

They're dead!
Plucked and fucked!

You don't understand birds, Al.

I got an idea for something else
we can go partners on.

You know that old Ford
at the junkyard?

Yeah, okay.

It's a good thing those blue bars
recognized Solari, huh?

Pigeons ain't stupid, Al!

AL: Remember that statue
of Billy Penn on top of City Hall?

How, from certain angles,
it looked like he had a hard-on?

BIRDY: If I'm going to learn,
I'll have to watch them closer.

Be there when they fly.

I want them to be
as free as possible.

Nobody wants to be in a cage.

[♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

How are you doing back there?

- You okay?
- Yeah, just great.

[TRUCK HORN HONKING]

That is some piece of shit.

Does it go?

Not yet.

But it will.

- How'd it get here?
AL: We pushed it.

- It's a piece of shit.
BIRDY: Thank you.

Hey. Don't use any of my tools.

No, sir.

You'll have to register that
before you sell it.

How, Mr. Columbato?

You wait till you're old enough.

- Maybe I'll do it for you.
AL: That'd be great, Dad.

Fucking garbage man!

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Come on, sister!

- [ENGINE BOOMS]
- All right. Ha, ha.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BOTH SHOUTING]

- Well, now!
- Top down!

There she goes!

We're doing 80 on the expressway.

Look for 76 and the Walt Whitman.
Watch out for cops.

We need quarters for the toll.

No, I'll drive straight through.

[SHOUTS]

It's not my fault you left
the gate down!

Yeah, you too, motherfucker!

Watch out!

That was a close one.

Tailspin.

We're just driving.

Where we going?

Where else? The ocean.

I've never been there.

You're kidding?

No.

[SHOUTING]

This is great!
It's like flying in thick air!

Are we going to go see the boardwalk
and pick up some chicks?

Okay, just one more time,
all right? You ready?

On your mark.

Goddamn it!

One Mississippi, two Mississippi...

...three Mississippi,
four Mississippi...

...five Mississippi...

Six Mississippi, seven Mississippi
eight Mississippi...

Nine Mississippi...
Ten Mississippi, Birdy!

Birdy!

Thirteen Mississippi.

It's a fifteen Mississippi, Birdy!

Sixteen Mississippi!

Birdy!

Birdy!

Ah! I don't know how to swim!

[ALL SCREAMING]

Now don't go do
anything stupid, Birdy.

I know what's in that
goddamned fool mind of yours.

Right down here, on this
same street, they got this ride...

MAN [OVER PA]:
Expectant mothers, the young...

...go see the greatest attraction
in the world today.

See Apasha, the Gorilla Girl.

See her change from a woman
to an ape. A gorilla!

WOMAN 1:
It's gross!

- Horrible!
- Was he born like this?

No way, it's a gyp.
His legs are stuck.

- It's a false bottom.
MAN: Isn't it amazing?

Introducing Zimmy, the human fish.

Folks, let's hear it for Zimmy.

- How does he do it?
- Does what?

Hold his breath so long.
I have to keep coming up for air.

We've been here four minutes.
He hasn't come up for air.

WOMAN 1:
Think he has a wife?

[SLURPING]

[WOMAN MOANING]

You okay?

- Hey.
- [GASPS]

I can hold my breath
for two minutes, 40 seconds now.

- Do you want to try?
- Uh-uh.

So...

- You play sports?
- No.

Of course not.

Al and I throw the discus sometimes.

- So you play on a team?
- No.

We just throw it
to see how far it'll go.

Oh.

Al used to be on a team.

He used to be a wrestling champ.

[BOTH MOANING]

Are you guys finished yet?

I'm leaving!

I ain't hanging around with
that creep no more!

- Shirley!
SHIRLEY: Claire!

Why do you always do this?

CLAIRE:
You stuck me with--

SHIRLEY:
Shut up!

What are you going to do now?

CLAIRE:
Fuck it!

What?

You have got to learn...

...to be more sociable!

I don't think she liked me.

You got to make them like you.

Talk like you're interested
in all that crap they go on about.

You just got to talk more.

I don't care about what,
as long as it's not flying and birds!

What if that's what
I'm really thinking about?

That's the first thing you got to
understand in your dealings with women.

Never let them know
what you're thinking.

I'm not thinking about them.

Then just lie, for God's sakes!

You're the best
goddamn liar I ever met.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Don't you know your chick
had great jugs on her?

See, I don't understand.
What's the big deal?

- They're just overgrown mammary glands.
- Mammary glands?

Mammary glands?

[LAUGHS]

No! We're talking tits here!

Big tits!

Round tits.

Fleshy tits.

- Just a lot of dumb development to me.
- Full tits.

Women carry them around
their whole lives.

- Flopping around, getting in the way.
- They don't get in the way.

They're needed.
They're necessary.

I seen a picture in
National Geographic.

Just like on a cow,
but in a more stupid place.

It's not like a cow at all.

I'm telling you for your own good.

You don't know what you're missing.

That girl, Shirley...

...I didn't even have to ask her.

She just lifted her shirt
and put my hand under it.

And then she undoes her bra for me.

I start feeling the whole tit,
nipple and all.

She's poking her tongue down my throat.

And then, I'm reaching down
with my hand.

I'm working my way down.
She's work--

- That your '53 Ford back there?
- Sure, why?

[MAN VOMITING AND COUGHING]

Could you stop walking around?
You make me nervous.

I cannot stand this much longer.

- I hope your old man comes soon.
- Well, I don't.

[MAN COUGHING]

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Mom.

[SIRENS WAILING
AND HORNS HONKING]

Aah!

[ENGINE STALLING]

Ever wonder what our lives down here
must seem like to a bird?

You two shut up!

[ENGINE STALLING]

MR. COLUMBATO: Fucking fuck!
I'm always fucked!

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Hi, Al. How are you?

I'm pretty good, Birdy, thanks.

You know, Al...

...I'm glad you came to see me.

We haven't seen each other
in a while...

...and there's a lot of water
under the bridge.

But it's good just to sit here
and not talk with you.

Yeah, it's a real blast.
But, you know....

Come on, Birdy!

Talk to me.

Okay, don't talk to me.

You think I don't know
what you're doing...

...with this squatting
and sideways staring stuff?

So you're finally a bird.
Big deal!

If Weiss finds out, he'll put
you in a display case...

...and write papers on you forever.

[♪♪♪]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[MEOWS]

Damn cats are driving me crazy!

I'll get a BB gun and pop them off.

They'll give the birds a heart attack,
scaring them all day.

Let's get this door closed
so they don't get out here.

That's it.

You know my mother.

And that's Mr. Tate.

He's deaf.
He doesn't hear anything.

He loves the birds singing,
like Beethoven.

I said you're like Beethoven.

You like that one, huh?

She's a good-looker, all right.

But don't go for flyers when
you're looking for a good breeder.

Come on, honey.

[WHISTLING]

Come here.

Don't you want to eat?

She's a pretty one,
but won't notice any of the daddies.

She's a heartbreaker.
So particular!

Rhett and Ashley can't get near her.

It sure ain't like in the movie.

I don't let them mate
more than one at a time.

No brothers and sisters.

It ain't right.
Says so in the Bible.

Mr. Tate...

...lets them all in together,
like a Roman orgy.

Ain't natural.

Here's Melanie.

Come here, Melanie.

BIRDY:
The first day I saw Perta...

...I knew she was special.

The way she took to the air...

...like it was hers.

[♪♪♪]

She likes you.

Don't get taken in
'cause she's a flyer.

Melanie here, she's a darling bird.
Every bit as pretty.

No, I'll take this one.

AL:
You can't do anything about it.

He sold it before he ever
told me about it.

At least we got
what we paid for the car.

I'll give you my share.
We can use it for your ornithopter.

I don't care about the money.

It's the principle of the thing.

The only principle is my old man
does whatever he wants.

Do you want me to pin him?
I wish I could, but I can't!

We're going to get it back.

Are you crazy? Suicidal?
He doesn't even like you.

He'll break your neck.

I don't care. It's our car.

You can't do this,
you know what he's like.

I tell you, he'll kill you!

Jesus, sometimes you're
so full of shit!

All right, but you're on your own.

I'm not going with you.

I don't want blood
splattered all over me.

Shit!

BIRDY: I want the car back.
MR. COLUMBATO: What do you mean?

- You got your money!
- You had no right to sell it!

It's worth more than the money!

It belongs to us,
we didn't want to--!

MR. COLUMBATO: That car
was in my name. I'll sell it to whoever.

Would you get out of here?
I'm trying to read my paper.

Tell me the man's name
who thinks he bought it--!

Get out of here, I'll call the cops!

I was about to do that myself!
I'd like to report a stolen car!

Are you calling me
a crook in my own house?!

Are you crazy?!

Are you trying to say
I stole that junk heap?!

Don't embarrass me
in front of my family!

You sold something that wasn't yours!

Give me the man's name
who thinks he bought it!

I'll tell him you made a mistake!

I sold the car to a friend
of my brother-in-law!

This guy is not
giving you the car back!

You mess around with him and you'll
wind up in a concrete shirt...

...at the bottom of the river!

I don't want to go to the police...

...but I got a receipt of purchase
from Mr. Russo...

...at the junkyard!

You think it's yours
because you registered it for us.

It's legally ours because
you don't got no proof-of-purchase!

Why do you want to be
a hard-nose for, huh?

I can't get you the car back...

- ...even if I wanted to!
- So tell me his name!

Shut up, you skinny bucket of piss!

You're not worth going
to jail for, for murder.

Here's what I'll do.

- Here's the money.
- I don't want it.

- That's all I got--
- It wasn't yours to sell!

Shut the fuck up!

He's going to take it.

Read your paper, honey. Please.
He'll take the money.

You'll take the money.

I'll get you more from
my brother if you want.

Don't make no trouble.
Please!

Here.
I don't want it.

Half of it's yours.
You deserve it.

It was our car, Al.

AL: I could never stand up
to my old man like that.

Maybe life is shitty.

It is shitty.

I'll tell you something.

I'm not trying to pin life anymore.

I don't even fucking understand it.

I just want to make it through with
some dignity, like everybody else.

Of course, if there was any real
dignity, there wouldn't be any sex.

I'm going to go now, all right?

All right?

But I'll be back.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, Renaldi!

Renaldi! Renaldi!

Let me out! Let me out!
Let me out!

[♪♪♪]

Birdy?

Birdy?

Birdy?

Aah!

[PANTING]

You okay, Al?

You were moaning as if in pain.
Is your face bothering you?

- You won't tell anyone about this?
- No, of course not.

[SIREN WAILING]

[SPITTING]

No, sir, not yet.

Yeah, he's here right now.

Okay. His file came in this morning.

Okay.

Would you come over here, please?

[COUGHS]

Is your serial number
10107003 or 10107008?

It's 003. Why?

I want to get it right.

It's C-O-L-U-M-B-A-T-O,
Sergeant Alfonso?

What is this?
Am I being taken prisoner?

The major wants some more
information on you.

What do you got, my file?

Everything about you.

There we go.

Is there any history of insanity
in your family?

No.

Why are you asking me?

- Suicides?
- What?

Any suicides?

Not yet.

Finish that later.
Bring me what you've got.

Come on in.

Excuse me, Major.

Is something wrong
with your secretary?

Oh, you mean the spitting.

Ever since combat,
he's had a bad taste in his mouth.

Don't worry. We're working on him.
Have a seat.

Why was he asking me
all those questions?

I'm not a patient here.

I like to know who I'm dealing with.

How do you think
the Army's treated you?

Not bad. Okay, I guess.

It says you attacked
a superior officer...

...just after you arrived in Saigon.

We were in a bar.

I just hit him.

You knocked out four teeth
and broke his nose.

I hit him hard.
He was dogging me.

- You think you might have overreacted?
- Maybe.

Sir, we all make mistakes.

But it's important to learn
from our mistakes. Don't you think?

Shouldn't we be talking
about the patient here?

Whose idea was it to steal that car?
Yours or his?

Steal a car?

WEISS:
I believe it was in Atlantic City.

Oh, that!

That was a misunderstanding.

My father had it registered
in his name.

We were having a good time, you know.

Mm-hm. Is that how your father saw it?

No, not exactly.

WEISS:
What did he do?

He took away my allowance.

Listen, you wise guy.

I've got better things to do
than play games with you!

I should probably
send you back.

You don't have to do that, sir.

Maybe you haven't noticed...

...what happens to men like your friend,
without special attention.

- What do you mean?
- They stay here for the rest of their lives.

They rot.
Sometimes they just die.

I'm sure I can get through to him.
I just need some more time.

[SIGHS]

All right, sergeant.

This is not an
indefinite stay for you.

You can go.

One more thing.

Did you or your friend
resent your father...

...for that misunderstanding
about the car?

No, sir.

We both really liked my father.

He was a heck of a guy.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- Not so bad, right?
- No.

Oh, shit! I should be done
with him by now.

Would you feed him
while I go finish up?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Take this.

I'll be right back.

I saw that cockeyed look of yours.

That look always means something.

You think I was hitting on her,
don't you?

You think maybe she likes me?

You really got to quit it
with this crap.

I got to get out of here.

That shrink gives me the eye
like I'm crazy.

It's not a great feeling.

Not that it ever
seemed to bother you.

Come on, Birdy, eat it.

If you could see yourself
squatting here...

...and me shoveling
this crap down your throat...

...you'd probably laugh
yourself to death.

What?

I won't have another
talking-to-the-wall conversation.

Decide if you're listening or not.

We'll do it your way.

We'll sit here and commune
like goddamn birds.

[♪♪♪]

[CHIRPING]

Hey, pretty.

[CHIRPING]

Come here.

Queep, queep, queep.

How do you do that?

[LAUGHS]

Queep, queep, queep.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Your mother said enough for tonight.
It's almost 3 o'clock.

I'm working on my ornithop--

MOTHER: Come on, enough's enough!
We're supposed to be asleep!

Tell him.
You're his father.

Come on, son.

Leave the bird alone.

[BIRD CHIRPS]

Then the bird's feather.

It has a hollow shaft, with
feeders for blood circulation.

On either side are branches, barbs...

...which branch into barbules...

...which have little barbicels
with hooks on the end of them.

It can all be pulled apart,
like a zipper.

And then rezipped.

A bird runs its beak
through its feather...

...rezipping feathers
that have come apart.

Flying is much more than flapping wings.

A bird can flap its wings,
and not move an inch.

When it wants to fly...

...the slightest flicker
sends it up to the sky.

You must feel that air has substance,
and can hold you up.

It's mostly a matter of confidence.

[STUDENTS LAUGH]

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

Fuck them.
What do they know, anyway?

Did you notice Doris Robinson
giving you the eye?

She must be hot for
mad scientist types.

- You ought to ask her out.
- I don't think so.

I can't afford to take her out.

It doesn't cost anything.

You think Cheryl's charging me for it?

I'll go to the cafeteria.
You want to come?

I want to go down and talk to my dad.

Dad?

Dad!

Yo! I'm in here.

Come on in.

You had lunch yet?

- I'm not hungry.
- You got to eat.

Grab a sandwich and sit down.

Dad, I want to ask you a question.

Shoot.

I want another canary.
A male for mating.

Maybe you can talk to Mom.

I don't know.
We don't want to antagonize her.

I had a heck of a time getting her
to let you build the aviary.

She's worried...

...about what it's costing
for the feed...

...the lumber and whatnot.

The birdseed's cheap.

- Al and I swipe the lumber.
- I sure won't tell her that.

She's convinced
your friend is Al Capone.

I know.

Don't think your mom
doesn't want what's best.

She's concerned that you develop
interests and friends...

...that'll help you fit in.

Fit into what?

Whatever. You know, life.

She thinks I won't fit
in with Al and a canary?

[CHUCKLES]

It's not that.
It's just, well....

Take me.

I've always had an interest in wicker.

When I met your mom,
I could make a better wicker chair...

...than any man in Philadelphia.

I still could, if anybody wanted one.

But nobody cares about wicker anymore.

So I don't fit into
the scheme of things.

You see what I'm saying?

Your mother just wants you
to wind up better than me.

Every parent wants that.

I'm just saying you should be
interested in something practical too.

It's hard to be good
at something nobody wants, huh?

- You really want this, don't you?
- Yeah.

I'll talk with your mom.

[CHIRPING]

Don't worry, I won't let him out
till you're sure of him.

I think he's mostly bluff.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Hi. How you doing?
- H i.

You got another one!

- His name's Alfonso.
- What?

He likes to fight and show off a lot.

You named him after me.
Thanks a lot.

- It's not really his real name.
- What's his real name?

I don't know.
I don't speak canary yet.

Yet?

Queep.

[CHIRPING]

Queep.

[CHIRPING]

- Queep.
- Fuck!

[CHIRPING]

Queep.

- This is getting weird.
- Queep.

Didn't I tell you to stop that?

I told you, Mom.
It's for gym.

I don't know.
It looks crazy.

She's calling you crazy.

Ask her what she's been doing
with our baseballs all these years!

I think she buries them.
We just have to find out where.

I think she burns them.
We'll never find them.

Yeah, probably.

[BELL RINGS]

How long?

Same.

An hour.

I'm up to 10 pounds.

With that and all the weight you lost,
you could really clean up in wrestling.

Do you realize that's 40 pounds
of flapping power?

You won't fly any more than I could.

You couldn't fly because
you don't believe you could fly.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

BIRDY:
It's a snake!

Damn snake!

Got its whole foot in its mouth.

[SQUAWKING]

It must have been 2 feet long.

- I think it was a rat snake.
- I don't believe you.

- It was that long!
- Yeah, right.

Are we getting started or what?

Patience, Al.
You just got to have patience.

AL: This place is a garbage dump.
- Four, five, six....

AL: It smells.
- Nine, ten, eleven....

AL:
You sure this is going to work?

Sixteen.

Stop at the edge. I don't want you
or my bike in the water.

How about you?

I've been practicing off my roof.

I can fall 20 feet
without hurting myself.

That's got to be
a 40-foot drop out there.

It's all a matter of weight
versus density.

At my weight,
traveling at 32 feet a second...

...my downward velocity
won't increase after I fall 20 feet.

What does that mean?

The worst thing that can happen
is I get the wind knocked out of me.

It won't happen.
I'm going to fly.

How do I look?

- Dumb.
- Heh.

- Okay.
- Ready.

[♪♪♪]

Aah!

Faster!

Faster!

Aah!

[SCREAMING]

Oh, shit!

Birdy! Birdy! I'm coming!

Just hold on!

Fuck.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you?

Sure.

[SNEEZES]

I don't know what happened.
I was going really good and just...

...fell out of the sky.

- Ah-choo!
- Gesundheit.

How come every time
I tried to save your ass...

...I ended up getting sick?

[CHUCKLES]

You thought that was funny, huh?

Who are you supposed to be,
the Mona Lisa or what?

That is a smile, isn't it?

AL:
"Dissociative behavior"?

- A smile's a smile.
- Not necessarily.

It might be an involuntary manifestation
of some unconnected emotion.

To be significant,
it must be reactionary.

He was reacting.

To what?

- The joke.
- What joke?

I always got sick when he was hurt.

Do you think he smiled at that?

It's a private joke.

Why don't you explain it to me?

I don't know if I can.
It's complicated.

[SIGHS]

I wish this gave me hope,
but there's no concrete progress.

He's more responsive to drug therapy--

Yeah, right!

You pump him up so full of shit,
he doesn't know who he is!

Who do you think you are?

I'm his doctor,
and your superior officer!

I am familiar with your
anti-authoritarian tendencies!

And I don't care to see them here!

Why do you think it's difficult for you
to control your violent impulses?

It's not.

Then why do they keep recurring?

Look...

...I'm sorry.

I'm frustrated.

I just want to help my friend.

I don't think you can anymore.

I can. I know it.

Sorry, I don't see any point to this.

It's time you return to Fort Dix.

It's time for your bandages to come off.

Excuse me.

Ronsky, see Sergeant Columbato out,
would you?

Sir...

You wanted me to remember something
about his past that might help.

Well, there is one thing.

It sounds a little crazy, but--

He lived just over the field fence
of our baseball park.

When anyone hit a homer,
his mother hid the balls.

She wouldn't give them up.
It's weird.

It's almost like
he felt guilty about it.

He was always apologizing to somebody,
swearing he'd get their balls back.

It was an obsession.
He spent hours looking for them.

We figured maybe she buried them.

He never found them.
I was wondering...

...if she sends them here,
that might do something.

How long ago was this?

All through high school, sir.

There must be a lot of baseballs
in that collection.

I'll extend your visit till
I find out about these baseballs.

- I hope this works.
- Me too.

[♪♪♪]

- How's it going?
- How you doing?

- Just shooting some hoops.
- Fucking A!

[♪♪♪]

[BALL BOUNCING]

AL: Funny, any other war,
we would've been heroes.

Oh, man!

We didn't know what we were getting
into with this John Wayne shit.

Boy, were we dumb!

We were always dumb.

Before the government, it was
some asshole on a street corner.

Remember with Sagessa
and the dogs?

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Somebody buys a cute puppy
for Christmas.

Once they find out how much it eats
and shits, they dump it cross-town.

Soon you got packs of wild dogs,
big, hungry and not so cute.

- People want to shoot them.
- How do you find homes for the dogs?

If I tell you that, you don't need me.

You forget my dollar-a-dog proposition.
You go into business for yourself.

This ain't like you, Sagessa.

Since when were you out to make
the world better?

You never heard of
enlightened self-interest?

The way I got it figured...

...we're doing a good deed,
and making a buck besides.

AL:
There's one!

These dogs can really bite.

There she is! Watch this.

Go slow.

Okay, watch me now.

Slow and dangerous.

You got to let them know who you are.

Okay now.

Watch me.

[DOG BARKING]

Shit!

Dollar a dog.

[DOGS GROWLING]

All right, we got them now.

I'll take this mean one.
He's the leader.

[DOGS BARKING]

[♪♪♪]

Damn it!

[BARKING]

[HORN HONKING]

[LAUGHS]

[BARKING]

BIRDY:
Shit!

[DOGS BARKING AND GROWLING]

SAGESSA:
Lift him up!

[SAGESSA TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Grab that one.

[LAUGHS]

[YELLS]

[BARKING]

[DOGS BARKING]

Where we going?

That's my department. Do you want
to get out of here or what?

I just thought this was some--

You sons of bitches!
You got my dog!

My dog is in the goddamn truck!

He's crazy!

[YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

You got my dog!

What's your problem?

You got my dog in the back
of your truck, you little shit!

If it's his dog, you should stop
and give it to him.

- Bullshit, we're almost there.
- Where?

[DOGS BARKING]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

Jesus!

What is this place?

[FLIES BUZZING]

I've never seen so many flies.

What's going on here?

They're electrocuting them, morons!
Where's my dog?

Are they electrocuting these dogs?

It's humane, ain't it?
What do you want them to do?

Hit them over the head?

Get off my truck!

- Your goddamn dog ain't here!
BIRDY: Aah!

[YELLING]

- What the fuck is going on here?!
BIRDY: Get the dogs out!

They're killing them
to make dog food!

SAGESSA:
Dogs got to eat too.

Chico, come here!

Run, Birdy!

[DOGS BARKING]

What is it?

BIRDY:
The cat.

[TALKS INDISTINCTLY]

[WATER SPLASHING]

What is it?

BIRDY: I'm starting to worry I'll never fly
the way I've been going.

[MEOWS]

As scary as a bird's life must be...

...at least they have that.

They can always fly away.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪]

Do you know them damn birds
attract mice?

Mrs. Angelucci says them feathers
can give you asthma.

[SNARLING]

[CAT SCREECHES THEN YOWLING]

[SCREECHING]

Get out of here! Get!

[BLOWING]

[♪♪♪]

[CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪]

AL: Time's running out.
I'm not giving up on you.

I'm going to get you to talk,
even if I have to punch you out.

I'm not kidding around.
I can't hold Weiss off.

I almost told him
about the flying yesterday.

Goddamn it!
Why can't you listen to me?!

You want to fly?

He'll send you air freight
to a cage in a nut house!

He'll probably send me too!

We'll have perches, cups,
the whole fucking deal!

Maybe your mom can dig up
your pigeon suit!

Weiss can sell you to a sideshow!

You can double bill
with Zimmy the Fish!

All right, Birdy.

It's time to start
flapping your wings and peeping.

I don't believe it, you know.

If you want to spend your life
as a bird, at least be consistent.

Look at you.
You don't hop like a bird.

You don't really sit like one.

And you sure as hell
can't fly like one.

If you don't like what I'm saying,
why don't you tell me to shut up?

You always were hard to hurt, Birdy.

Real losers never hurt.

[DOOR UNLOCKING]

Here you go!
Here comes Hannah to feed you.

You like that, don't you?

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to watch you.

It's fun, watching him be fed.
He's cute when he's fed.

Stop taunting him.

He's reacting to me!

He's giving me that look.
You're pissed!

Stop it! It isn't working.

- How do you know?
HANNAH: It's obvious.

You fucked it up!
Why did you come in?

I work here.
He's part of my job.

Yeah? Well, he's
part of my goddamn life!

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

Come on. Look up.

Look up. Open your eyes.

[♪♪♪]

HANNAH:
Al.

Can I talk to you?

Hey.

Back there...

...I didn't mean to
make you feel worse.

I know he means a lot to you.

Al...

It's all right.

What?

I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to do that to you.
- Don't be.

I haven't touched
a woman in a long time.

Al, it's all right.

Really.

I got to go.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO]

[♪♪♪]

Come here.

[CHIRPING]

What do you want?

You want to go outside?

Want to go outside
and play with the other birds?

You going to give me a kiss?

BIRDY:
In a dream...

...I'm trying to decide what I am.

When I sleep,
I'm giving myself strength.

I'm reaching for the force to fly.

Perta waits...

...cups herself to receive me.

I hover...

...then lower myself into her.

Perta and I become one.

I see through her eyes.

Fly on her wings.

I am no longer alone.

It occurs to me...

...that all I did was
put two birds in the aviary.

Food and water and nothing else,
and now there are four of them.

I know this is perfectly natural.

It's one of the things
life is about.

But to see it happen
in my bedroom...

...under my own eyes...

...is magic.

All I want to do now
is watch the birds.

I don't care about the things
that happen in the outside world.

I feel turned upside down.

Somehow the babies seem to know
their place is in the air.

It must be the knowing...

...not the flapping of wings.

[PHONE RINGING]

Are you sleeping or what?

Doris is on the phone.
She wants to talk about the prom.

Don't give me that look.
I swear to you...

...if you don't go to the prom
like other kids...

...I'm getting rid of these birds!

[BAND PLAYING
UPBEAT DANCE SONG]

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC]

- Hi, Dad.
- Hello, son.

Kind of a mess in here,
with these boys drinking.

Can't hold their liquor.

I was looking for you.

I didn't want to embarrass you
with your date.

You wouldn't embarrass me.

I wanted to give you this,
so you could go someplace afterwards.

Your girl there, is real pretty.
Heh, heh.

She's not really my girl.

Thanks.

[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING
INDISTINCTLY OVER CAR RADIO]

Well, here we are.

I'd like to keep it as a souvenir.

I know you didn't want to take me.

You've been very nice about it...

...and now you can have
what you want.

I'm sorry.

What?

I'm not very good at this.

It's okay.

It doesn't matter.

DORIS:
How do they do it?

I don't know.

We should go.

Will I see you again?

I'll see you in school on Monday.

[♪♪♪]

The dream is as real to me now
as my waking life.

I don't know where one begins...

...and the other ends.

I wish I could tell Al.

But I'm afraid to.

In my dreams...

...nothing holds me down.

Everything is out and away.

There's nothing in my life
to keep me here anymore.

I wish I could die,
and be born again as a bird.

[SQUAWKING]

[♪♪♪]

[BARKING]

Here you go.

Come on, go ahead.

I'm sorry about before.

Birdy?

You got to eat.

Okay.

I'll just leave it here for you.

You got to come back, Birdy.

[SCREAMING]

Help! Help!

Medics! Smitty's been hit.

He's been hit!

[SCREAMS]

[♪♪♪]

Jesus, Birdy!

I'm losing it.

♪ Here comes Santa Claus
Here comes Santa Claus ♪

♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane ♪♪

How you doing, Al?

- What's this?
- I don't know.

- His mother sent it to you.
- You're kidding!

No, it couldn't be!

I don't believe this!

Okay, I got you now.

Just wait till you see this.

Direct from their endless
engagement in South Philadelphia.

You thought you'd never see them,
but here they are! Ta-da!

It's the baseballs!

Your mom sent them.
Can you believe it?

Come on!
This is it!

This is your last chance!

You got to give me
some kind of reaction!

Come on!

I need you!

If Weiss gets a look inside my head,
he's going to lock me up too.

I'm scared, Birdy.

I'm more scared now
than I was in the war...

...and I was more scared there
than anybody I knew.

Talk to me again.

Hey, Birdy, where are you?

Oh, no!

Well, now!

What happened to you?

You get so hot with Doris,
you forgot to put your clothes on? Huh?

If your old lady saw you like this,
she'd have a stroke.

Okay, lover-boy!

Tell me about Doris,
with plenty of details.

There's nothing to tell.

Don't give me this
gentleman of honor crap.

I want to hear about last night.

I'm not sure I can explain it to you.

I knew it!
I knew she'd do it.

Tell me what happened.

Not with her. With me.

Last night I flew.

I know what
it feels like to fly.

Oh, you flew?
How you flew?

I'm not sure.

It's not something you can
really take apart.

When I fly, it's like in a dream.

Only it's not a dream.

You can't put it into words.
You kind of have to feel it.

You can fly like a bird?

When I fly...

...I am a bird.

This is getting too weird.
You got to stop it.

I thought you would understand.

Well, I don't.

- I don't want to hear about it.
- Why?

Because I'm tired of it!

We used to have fun together.

Now you're always off by yourself...

...flying around inside
your goddamn head!

I hope this dream,
or whatever it is, goes away.

I think it's bullshit.

I shouldn't have said that.

I shouldn't have left you then.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

It's working.
He just needs a little more time.

I'm not blind.

I'm sorry the baseballs didn't work.

There's no sense
in going on with this.

His condition is deteriorating.

He hardly moves anymore.
He's stopped eating.

We'll have to put him on an IV.

- I could stay and--
- You should be back at Fort Dix.

There's nothing to keep you
here any longer.

I just want to say goodbye.

WEISS:
Go ahead.

AL:
Alone.

I'll see you in my office afterwards.

[CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪]

Come back!

Perta!

Perta! Come back!

No! Stop! No! No!

[♪♪♪]

[SOBBING]

[SCREAMING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[LOUD CRASH]

[♪♪♪]

[SQUAWKING]

[JET APPROACHING]

[SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

AL:
Don't worry.

I'm not leaving you again.

You all right?

Doctor Weiss asked me
to come and get you.

I'm not leaving him.

- They're not going to let you stay.
- Why not?

Don't you have to go back
to the hospital?

AL:
I'm not going back.

Come outside and we can talk.

I don't want to talk.

That's all I've done
since I've been here.

Besides, nobody listens to anybody
anyway, even if they aren't crazy.

You go tell Weiss
I'm staying with my friend.

Tell him!

Don't worry, they can't
make me leave you.

I can't go out there.

I couldn't make it.

They got the best of us, Birdy.

We're both totally screwed up.

We haven't had anything to do
with making our own lives.

Fuck!

I was always so damned sure...

...about being myself...

...and how nobody was going to
make me do anything I didn't want.

And now, here I am.

They finish you off with a discharge,
or put you on a casualty list.

It doesn't matter
how special you are, or were.

I feel like one of those dogs
nobody wanted, remember?

You know, when that shell
went off in my face...

...I could smell burning flesh.

And it was crazy...

...because the smell was so sweet...

...so familiar.

Then I realized that it was
my own skin that was frying.

And I couldn't even touch the pain.

I don't even know
what I look like anymore.

I don't know if it's me
under these bandages...

...or what some Army meat-cutter
thinks is me.

Jesus Christ, I don't want a patched-up,
instant pity excuse for a face.

I just want it to be Al under here.

Not some sewn-together freak mask.

Shit!

What's so great about
their fucking world anyway?

We'll just stay here,
and keep the hell out of it.

I don't have to go get
these bandages off.

I figured out what you're doing.

You're right.

We should just hide out,
and not talk with anybody.

And every so often...

...go crazy...

...and run up the wall...

...and spit!

And throw shit at them,
like the loony across the hall!

That's what we can do.

That's what we can do.

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Sometimes you're so full of shit.

Was that you?

It was!

You talked!

It's really you!

I can't believe it.
Say something else.

I can't believe it.
It's really you!

How come you decided to talk?

I didn't decide.

It just happened.
I don't know.

You needed me, didn't you?

They think we're both crazy.

- What's going on?
- He talked! Come on, say something.

Birdy?

Goddamn it, talk!

- He talked before.
- This won't work.

I'm telling the truth, he did!

What are you doing?

Don't you know
they'll keep you forever?!

Goddamn it, talk!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Birdy, talk!

- Come on, let's go.
- No! Goddamn it!

I'm staying here with him!

This isn't a game anymore.
Why wouldn't you talk?

I didn't have anything to say to him.

What are you, crazy?

We have to get out of here.

[♪♪♪]

Come on!

[♪♪♪]

Birdy, don't!

No!

Birdy!

Birdy!

What?

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