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Good
evening and welcome.

What should be a very tall order
for the Harvard basketball

team, the perennial power in
Holy Cross and a team

that is heavily favored in
tonight's

contest against the Crimson.

But the Crimson whip a couple of
key weapons to bring to bear.

begins with Marcus playing.

If going to have any
chance

of knocking off Holy Cross,
Blake

has got to have a huge game.

And he can deliver the goods,
believe me.

from
outside, go to the hoop.

Team's leading scorer and
rebounder, Holy Cross

has got to know where he is on
the floor at all times.

—superstar with Alan Jensen,
the point guard.

point guard.

He
distributes the ball well,

gets all of his teammates
involved in the action.

But just one thing—

I don't see him out there in the
warm up line.

Where is
Alan Jensen?

Shit!

What?

The alarm didn't go off.

Yeah, it did.

You had the music blaring.

No, it's supposed to buzz for
at least a half an hour.

You didn't turn it off yourself,
did you?

What's more important,
basketball game or the greatest

fuck in the world?

Who are you referring to as the
greatest fuck in the world?

Oh, I was referring to you.

But now that you mention it.

Fuck!

I can't get you—

I can't—

directly
trying to a lot

and he jams it in
with both hands.

Oh, wow, Alan Jensen, that's
what he brings to the court.

Defense.

Defense.

Defense.

In the
open court with a steal—

Defense.

Oh

Alan Jensen, he could do it in
the defensive end.

Look at the show boat. Look at
the smile.

You got to love that.

Harvard now making a surge here,
as their point

guard has returned.

Always has a Holy
Cross, still

the team on top of the sport.

We're in a couple of
and while Jensen

to rally in the
offensive end.

Inside the play, tries to lay it
in.

Can't the ball.

It looks like he did not like
how that pass was thrown.

But you got to get the ball
you see those two

guys on the same page, but
a little bit

too low for Jensen.

not happy.

Despite the surge from the
crimson,

it appears there will not be
enough There will

be another jumper for the key
Well,

this is going to be a big upset

Boy, do we suck.

Holy Cross is good.

Holy Cross is OK.
We suck.

At least we won't
lose to Dartmouth.

We'll kill Dartmouth.

If you or I play
bad, we lose to Dartmouth.

If we lose to
Dartmouth,

we should quit the team and play
tennis.

Tennis Harvard is
good at.

We wouldn't even make that team.

Well, then, hockey.

I don't skate.

Swimming?

I don't swim.

No niggas, don't skate, don't
swim.

Yeah, well, I guess you can't
have everything.

I can't.

You can.

Yo, who was that cheerleader you
slipped in with?

You don't miss a trick, do you?

Or even a pass, unless it's
below my waist.

You're to cool to bend now,
huh?

I got to stick to my personals,

you know what I'm saying? Who
was she?

Cindy Bandolini.

No relation to Andrew
Bandolini, I hope.

Yeah, well, that's her father.

Why?

Why?

He runs the whole fucking mafia
in the Northeastern

United States, that's why. - No,
no.

That's total bullshit.

He's into real estate and
construction.

Just because his name ends in a
vowel, doesn't mean he's

a gangster. - Yeah, right.

Who told you that, Cindy?

Well, she should know.

Sure, she should.

I'm sure she wouldn't brag about
her father dumping

bodies into the Charles River.

This is a ploy, man.

You're just trying to scare me
off

so you can get your hands on
her.

Man, you are crazy.

There's 10 reasons why I could
tell you,

you shouldn't mess with her, and
all 10 of them are bad.

Great game.

Yeah, another 30 points we
would have been right

there in the thick of things.

Ah, well you were good.

And you were great.

Cindy.

Marcus, my pleasure.

You should be playing for Holy
Cross.

You'd have a shot at the NBA
instead of playing in a league

no one except gamblers cares
about.

- Come again? - Ivy League—

I mean, seriously, who cares who
wins

an Ivy League game, unless
you've

got like a huge bet on it?

I wouldn't know about that
shit.

Look, I got swim team practice.

Swim practice.

I didn't know black people could
swim.

You shouldn't believe in
stereotypes.

Who believes in
stereotypes?

I don't believe in stereotypes.

Especially
Italian— like all Italians

are gangsters.

It's jealousy.

Everybody wants to be Italian.

Oh, can I get a Carlsberg in a
bottle.

- Sure. - Diet coke.

OK.

And I'm not just saying that
because I'm Italian,

because I'm not just Italian.

My mother was half Jewish, half
black, and a quarter Asian,

as you know.

That's 125%, besides I don't
know.

You must have me confused with
someone else.

What else don't I know about
you?

More than you can imagine.

Peaceful and
American town, population—

5,000.

Hey, turn that up.

It has struck
in the form of a tornado.

One minute, houses and farms,
which

had seemed for generations as
strong

as the plain, hardworking folks
who lived in them,

were standing, and the next,
erased, as if they had—

My parents

Are mounting.

As for kept
bodies

among the debris.

As of now, tragically, I can
report 11 dead and at least

50 injured, many severely.

All the lines are down.

You'll just have to wait and
pray.

No, I'm going to have to do a
lot more than that.

This is
your captain again.

We're anticipating, uh— food
and this afternoon

to Kansas City.

The tornado problems that
they've had

have settled down now.

It shouldn't affect us on our
flight pattern.

We have, uh— three lovely
flight

attendants on board today—

Sheri, and Joanne, and Mark— to
serve you.

So what you're saying is no
insurance, no protection.

And if you watch every dime,
you'll

have enough money to get you
through the next three months?

- Don't worry about it. - We'll
be fine.

It could have been a lot worse.

Yeah, a nuclear bomb could've
dropped on your head.

But what about a loan?

Didn't I just say don't worry
about it?

Look, you know what?

You should go back to where you
belong—

school— that's your job.

I didn't even know if you were
alive.

Well, if we were dead, we'd
have called you.

Can you get a loan or not?

Listen, Ally, you may be—

It's not Ally, it's Alan.

a big basketball
star, but you are

not too old for me to spank.

You ask me a question once, not
twice.

Oh, come on, Steve.

He's just trying to—

I feel as if I should be
helping out.

Fine. You want to help out?

You get back where you belong.

You got the Dartmouth game
coming up.

You know, I can't believe with
the roots you have here,

you can't get a fucking loan.

Don't use that language in
front of your mother.

To rebuild a fucking house.

Hey, I said, cut it out.

So where do they expect you to
live?

In the toilet stall of an
elementary school boy's room?

Who's they?

The government?

The banks?

Nobody owes us a thing.

I owe you something.

Well, fine.

When you get to be a big, rich
guy,

you come on back and help us
out.

In the meantime, take a look
around.

We're not the only people in
trouble here.

Nobody has a place to live.

Alan, we appreciate your coming

back and trying to help out, but
there's

nothing for you to do now.

The best thing for you to do is
go back.

We'll be fine.

So what are both
Heidegger

and Kierkegaard saying about the
concept

of dread versus simple fear?

Fear is a manageable emotion, no
matter

how intense or extreme because
fear

is always fear of something,
something physically real—

failure, disease, poverty, loss.

And the instant the cause of
that fear

is eliminated, the fear itself
vanishes as well.

Dread, by contrast, is the
feeling of terror

without any concrete cause.

Dread is the fear of nothing.

So no change in the
circumstances of one's

life can weaken the power of
that inexplicable and consuming

void.

Now, what state of consciousness
are we describing here,

if not madness, or to use the
clinical term, psychosis?

Why do you need that?

It brings me closer.

Closer to what?

It.

Oh, and what's it?

I'll know when I get there.

These are all previews.

These what?

Breakouts— marijuana, orgasm.

Fear being neurotic, dread
being psychotic.

Fear resting within the realm of
the rationally comprehensible.

Dread ranging beyond into the
intellectually unreachable.

So, to you, sex and drugs are
the same thing.

Well, they have the same goal—
transcendence.

Are you sure you're not just
talking about feeling good?

Mm.

Absolutely.

It's way beyond that.

See, I'm trying to get the thing
inside—

the thing behind the I, behind
the hi,

I'm Alan, front that we put out
to the world.

It's like I'm in a straight
jacket

that I'm trying to unsnap.

You're not following me, are
you?

Of course I'm following you.

What do you think I was talking
about in class today?

Has it ever occurred to you
that,

maybe, what's behind the hi, I'm
Alan, is nothing—

the void.

That's what I'm trying to find
out.

Impotent in the face of this
annihilating dread,

we turn to chemicals,
particularly the so-called

antipsychotics of which Prozac
is

the most familiar at present.

What other drugs have you done
besides marijuana?

Not much.

A little this, a little of that,
just to see.

Have you ever done LSD?

No.

All right. Well, don't.

It could fuck you up for life.

You think so.

Yeah, I know so.

Everyone says it's coming back.

Everybody's telling me it's
benign.

Benign?

But what won't work against
dread, what

is laughable in response to that
nothingness,

that gaping inner void is
words—

words.

I have a friend, Sandy King,
she's a—

she's a chem major.

She's working on it.

She's making it?

Synthesizing it from the
original formula,

the true Swiss blue.

First off, she's not your
friend.

Second, think of it as cyanide.

It is words in their suddenly
cacophonous,

meaninglessness, words in the
very multiplicity of the voices

that haunt one's mind, voices
that won't shut up,

which uniquely characterize all
forms of madness.

You know there's people who did
acid in the '60s

who are still out there today.

The lucky ones are in the
mountains of Nepal

staring out into space.

And the unlucky ones are
screaming in agony whenever

they're not tranquilized.

You're talking about addicts.

No, I'm talking about people
like you and me.

The fact that these words have
no meaning, that they

are nothing but sounds haunting
us,

makes the condition of dread all
the more impossible to bear,

which leads us to Ludwig
Wittgenstein,

the Austrian philosopher we
shall be reading next, whose

major contribution was precisely
to level

a devastating assault on the
validity of language itself.

Are you in love with me?

That's a question you wouldn't
ask

if you weren't getting stoned.

No transition, coming out of
nowhere.

What's the answer?

I don't have an answer.

Have you been
fucking other people?

What do you want the answer to
be, yes or no?

I want the answer to be the
truth.

No, you don't.

Now where were you?

With you.

Only at the end.

Were you thinking about another
girl?

I was thinking
about my parents.

Oh, that's pretty
perverse.

No, not sexually.

Their house was blown away in a
tornado.

No insurance?

Not against tornadoes.

How much do they need?

About $100,000.

How are they going to get it?

From me.

Oh, you have that kind of
money?

Not yet.

How are you going to get it?

I don't know yet.

Do you have any rich Harvard
friends?

There must be enough Sanza CEOs
to rebuild

the whole town of Maryville.

No, not buddies of mine.

What about girls?

What about them?

Are you seeing any that have
money?

I'm seeing one other girl
besides you, but—

Who?

Cindy.

Cindy, who?

Cindy Bandolini.

She's a cheerleader at Holy
Cross.

She's not related to that
gangster, is she?

What gangster?

The one there's always talking
about on the news—

Andrew Bandolini.

Yeah, that's her father, but
he's not a gangster.

He's into real estate and
construction.

And I'm a civil engineer.

- It bothers you, doesn't it? -
What?

That I'm seeing someone else?

Oh, god, you're off by light
years.

Oh, yeah? How so?

Why don't you ask him for the
money?

Who?

Andrew?

Never even met the guy.

Cindy has.

Ask her.

Alan?

I need to talk to you.

What?

No fucking way would my father
give you $100,000.

He wouldn't give me $100,000.

He doesn't give.

He takes.

I'm not asking for a gift.

I'm asking for a loan.

I'd pay back with interest and
I'd pay it back on time.

On what time, when?

- Six months. - Six months?

What's going to change in six
months?

You can't get your hands on
$100,000 now.

How are you going to do it then?

I need it, Cindy.

Yeah, well, that's another
song.

A lot of people need $100,000.

It doesn't mean they can get
their hands on it.

I'll ask him, but I know what
he's going to say.

He's going to tell me I'm not
living in the real world.

Fucked up with a girl.

Star-crossed fate was cruel—

So how did you get this car if
your father gives you nothing?

- I won it at a raffle. - A
raffle?

At my father's country club.

Oh, pretty lucky.

No luck, all skill.

The way you phrase
just like a child.

Your arms embrace, your lips I
taste.

The way you want me everyday.

Wow.

This is where you grew up?

Monte x, minus $59 and $55.

And the hooch— minus $9,000.

The Russian— plus $6,000.

Danny Hollywood— minus $39,340.

Vegas burner— plus $17,650.

The doctor— minus $6,266.

What's the total handle?

The total is we win $365, 254.

Good week.

Not bad.

By the way, I told Jason from
we—

Anything you need, you let me
know.

What about the local chump?

Daddy loves this music.

Flick your wrist

Some day, I'm going to teach
this guy how to throw a pass.

Let's just say, he doesn't have
it.

You want me to scare him?

- Do whatever you got to do. -
Hi, Russel.

Hi, Cindy. How are you?

Very well, thank you. Hi, daddy

Hello, sweetheart.

Daddy, this Alan Jensen.

He's a good friend of mine.

Oh, yeah?

How good?

Daddy, he's just trying to see
if he can intimidate you.

He can, easily.

See how cool he is?

Oh, yeah, he's real cool.

He's got a face like a choirboy.

Don't he look like a choirboy?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

No, he looks like one of those,
uh—

- An angel. - No, it's not an
angel.

You see it up in the churches.
What's it called?

- A crucifix. - No, it's not a
crucifix.

- Serif. - Serif, there you go

What's a Sheriff got to do what
a Church?

Not a Sheriff, a serif, you
moron.

So what do you do with
yourself, uh—

Alan.

Chubby?

Hey, chubby, shut the fuck up
and listen.

So what do you with yourself,
Alan?

- I'm a student. - That's nice.

Where at? - Harvard.

Harvard?

What do you study at Harvard?

Philosophy.

Is that so?

That's very interesting.

Well, thanks for trying.

What do you mean trying?

He said he couldn't help out.

He said that because he didn't
want the guys to hear—

doesn't want them thinking they
can ask him for favors.

Are you telling me he's lending
me $100,000?

Not lending— giving.

Are you serious? Thank you.

You're welcome.

You won't regret this.

I sure hope not.

What do you mean when you say
you study philosophy?

Oh, you study the work of
people

throughout history who've had
important or original things

to say about the purpose of
life,

sanity, morality, love,
language,

and you respond to them.

Did you know any of this,
Russell?

- No. - How about you?

Uh— part of it, but not all of
it.

What part?

The first part.

What part did you know,
Russell?

I don't know any part.

I'm still thinking this moron
and sheriffs.

You know what I'm thinking
about?

I'm thinking about all these
things you say philosophy does.

You really don't belong there.

You see, I got a friend of mine,
an Archbishop—

about the closest thing you're
going

to come to God in America.

Mm-hmm.

I'll lay you four to one, if he
was here,

he'd tell you everything you
said philosophy does,

the church does.

Am I right or wrong? -
Definitely correct.

Only a total jerk off would owe
you that—

total fucking, jerk-off.

Hey, watch your language in
front of my daughter.

I'm sorry.

No disrespect.

You know, the pope, he wrote a
book about all this shit.

You know, what to do, and what
not to do.

My ex got that book in her
kitchen.

Yeah, well they're not mutually
exclusive,

religion and philosophy. They—

What? Are you arguing?

Well, it's just that they
sometimes overlap

and even feed each other.

Where did you find this
meatball, huh?

On a basketball court.

Oh, you are a cheerleader, too.

No, I— I—

I play. - Play what?

Point guard.

Yeah, right.

On the Harvard basketball team?

When do you play Dartmouth, the
day after tomorrow?

Uh-huh.

- Think you'll win? - I know
we'll win.

- By how many points? - I don't
know—

10.

Is that a question or an
answer?

It's speculation.

What are you getting at?

Nothing.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, are you?

Starved.

In other words, when Harvard
got creamed by Holy Cross

yesterday, you were the point
guard for Harvard?

So when you think I
can,

you know, actually get the
money?

Right before the game.

Oh, what game?

Whatever game you pick.

Pick?

Pick to fix.

- Pick to fix? - Teddy?

Yeah.

You make this guy out to be a
basketball player?

Not by appearances.

No offense.

He knows the game.

You ever see this kid play?

Yeah, I saw yesterday's game.

You were late.

How about you?

Were you late too?

I'm never late, daddy. You know
that.

Shall I get your lunch, sir?

You hungry?

You want some?

No, thank you.

Oh, Alan, don't stop.

That feels good.

Your father wants to fix a
game—

to lose on purpose?

My father doesn't want anything
from you, Alan.

You want something from him,
namely $100,000

to bail out your parents.

He just assumed that you would
want to do something for him

to say, like, thank you.

Maybe we can talk about this
later?

And always be true.

So why'd you bring him here?

His parents lost their house in
that tornado in Kansas,

and he needs $100,000 to bail
them out.

And what are we?

The Red Cross?

I just thought that maybe we—

Don't get cute with me, Cindy.

You're my daughter. I know what
you thought.

I know why you brought him here.

Oh, Jesus Christ, intentionally
losing a game.

Who said anything about losing?

Ah.

Harvard is going to be at least
a seven

point favorite over Dartmouth.

All you have to do is make sure
that Harvard doesn't

win by more than seven, six, or
whatever

the odds turn out to be.

Oh, what the fuck kind of throw
was that?

Oh, that's not good.

That's not good.

Oh, my god.

What did these idiots break now?

Who broke my grandmother's
antique fruit bowl?

Well, Mr. Bandolini, I was
throwing the football

and what was supposed to—

I did, Mr. Bandolini.

I apologize.

Football is really not my forte.

God, Alan.

You know what?

I am starting to feel sorry that
I ever asked him for you.

I'll just tell him that you
chickened out.

Yeah, you better.

Well, you lied to me.

About what?

Intimidation.

You said I intimidate you, but I
don't.

I don't intimidate you one
friggin bit.

No, you do.

I just make light of things when
I'm upset.

What are you upset about?

My parents.

They lost their house in that
tornado.

I wish I could help you.

Good luck.

Suppose I were to consider it.

What if I play badly and coach
Preston takes me out?

You're point guard, Alan.

You can affect other players.

Wow, this is getting demonic.

You really are out there, Cindy.

Of course I am.

And I thought you were too.

All the talk about getting out
to the other side.

What's the matter?

You don't mean it when you say
something?

That's orgasm.

This is crime.

Crime is a word.

$100,000 cash is real.

So is a house in Kansas.

We could go to jail.

Big news.

Are you in or out?

I'll be at your dorm room a few
hours before the game

with half the money.

You can get the other half
after.

You sound like a pro.

I know what I'm doing.

Who is it?

It's Alan.

I need to talk to you.

Is this a bad time? - Very bad.

I'll make it fast.

You know when we were talking
about where

we were going to finish? -
Finish where?

- End of standings. - Uh-huh?

You were saying we sucked.

Well, if that's true, then what
difference does it make?

What difference does what make?

The score— winning and losing.

What difference does it make if
we win by 10, lose by 20,

win by 6, lose by 3.

It means nothing. Right?

Alan, this is a question you
had to ask me at 4:00 o'clock

in the morning? - I need to
know.

- What are you high on? -
Nothing.

- Can you keep a secret? -
Uh-huh.

There's only one reason why I
play basketball.

What's that?

Don't you leave
without a trace.

by design.

Take a before my

Get some rest, OK?

Chesney, I need to tell you
what happened.

I can't see you now.

You can't do this, Alan.

You gotta go.

Hey.

I got the money from Cindy's
father,

precisely in the manner in which
you suggested.

That's great.

Now could you leave?

Why? CHESNEY: Don't ask.

Just go. - What?

Are you expecting someone?

That's none of your
business, Alan.

Who's this?

It's my mother.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, she's beautiful.

She's got a haunted look in her
eyes.

Uh-huh.

Alan, give me the picture.

Where is she?

She's in the hospital.

- Why? - Oh, god.

LSD, all right.

She was one of the unlucky ones.

Now would you leave? - How old
were you?

I was six, Alan. Can we
discuss—

- Why are you doing this? -
—this another night?

All right.

- I really want you to go. - OK.

OK. Wait.

Wait. Wait.

Just— why? - Alan, I'm serious.

- Just explain to me. - Alan,
I'm serious.

What are you trying to hide.

I'm not trying to hide
anything.

What are you trying to hide?

Alan, go.

Then why are you acting like
this?

Leave.

Learning to know dread is an
adventure

which everyone must confront, if
one

is not to go to eternal hell.

The only answer is faith, which
as Haegel calls it,

is the n-word, certainty, which
anticipates infinity.

Therefore, dread is the
possibility of freedom.

Soren Kierkegaard.

God reveals nothing.

Dread makes what is, what seems
to be, slip away from us.

The oblivion of being—

Heidegger.

The oblivion of being.

Dread reveals nothing— the
possibility of freedom.

The oblivion of being.

Aren't you supposed to be in
your astronomy class?

Too late.

I'm didn't get to sleep till
after sunrise.

Fucking?

Uh-uh.

Getting high?

No, just walking and thinking.

Depressed?

Not really.

I'm just— I'm a little fucked
up.

Well, this will unfuck you.

You did it?

Pure, exact, 5,000 micrograms
of unadulterated LSD 25—

no different from the Swiss acid
Sanders produced in the '60s.

You can't get this shit
anywhere, Alan.

And this is how they took it
then,

too, saturated in sugar cubes.

5,000 each?

Right, but you don't take more
than one at a time.

You just let it do you for a
while

before you even think about the
other two.

And keep them in the fridge.

Actually, I don't think this is
the ideal time

for me to be trying it.

You want to open the
door, don't you?

This will do the trick.

This will let you see what's
inside.

You've done it?

Of course I've done it.

It's transcendent.

It makes regular acid seem like
diet Sprite.

I have the Dartmouth game
tomorrow.

All the more reason.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Tripping during a
Harvard-Dartmouth game?

How can you pass up an
opportunity like that?

No, I got to keep clear-headed.

What do you think LSD is, Alan?

Multiple clarity.

How much do I owe you?

Nada. It's my gift.

Who is it?

Cindy.

Uh— come back in an
hour?

No. I need to talk to you now.

Hey.

RD Laing once wrote that sanity
is a cozy lie.

Wittgenstein may well have
applied that phrase to words,

language, as a cozy lie.

At their best, words
approximate,

they indicate, they profess to
reveal,

but they always, at least
partially, conceal.

Even what I'm saying to you now
is

being understood in as many
different ways

as there are individuals
listening.

OK. You've got the—

I'm
sorry, I—

No, no, no. Don't worry
about it.

This is my girlfriend, Kelly.

Hi.

She handles all my
afternoon action—

female voice— nice added touch
for the customers.

Honey, why don't you give Cindy
and me a minute alone, OK?

Yeah, whatever you want,
Teddy.

Thank you.

Don't forget to call Seymore
about dropping off the—

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- All right. - Nice skirt.

Thanks, sweetie.

I'm coming.

Who is it?

It's Howie.

Ah, yes.

Hey.

you guys.

Big day.

78?

$6,800.

$7,800?

768.

70 at $4,000.

Stanford at $3,800—

$4,000 Stanford. $2,800

The question presents
itself, why talk at all?

Wittgenstein could never
persuade

himself that he, or we, should.

So if words are without meaning,
we are left finally, with what?

With nothing.

Back to the void.

Which leads us to existentialism
and the forging of a self

by our actions from the bowels
of that void.

$3,800 Kentucky.

We'd called in Tuesday.

We talked to Kelly, right?

$4,000— called it in Sunday—

38.

We called— we talked to Kelly,
man.

We talked to Kelly. We talked
to her Monday.

Jesus Christ, Teddy, what are
you talking about?

It's $7,800.

Jesus Christ, Teddy, what the
hell is going on here?

You took my action two years and
never screwed me around yet.

Would you like to hear the
tape?

Tape?

What tape?

You tape it?

Yes, I tape it.

Could've been a mistake, I
suppose.

Yeah, that's possible.

Possible.

Give you the benefit of the
doubt this time.

I'll talk to you later. - Yes,
you will.

Speak to you later.

Scum bag.

Have you ever known
that something

was wrong, but went ahead and
did it anyway

- because you felt you had to?
- Why?

What awful sin are you planning
to commit?

No, I was just
asking theoretically.

Oh, so you don't want
to tell me what it is.

Well, you have a couple of
secrets from me.

I would imagine, that I should
have one from you.

What secrets do I have from
you?

Well, it's none of my business,
right?

What are you planning, Alan?

See, the way I see it, it's all

about how far you want to go.

And I want to get as far out as
I can.

And what makes you think you
won't snap?

Why do you always ask that?

Why is that always on your mind?

You're so afraid of that.

Because it's easily right
around the corner.

I think you've been reading too

much Heidegger and Keirkegaard.

Confidence is good. Cockiness
is—

Cocky.

—dangerous.

What are you thinking?

How I'd love to be fucking you
right now.

You're so kind.

So how many other students of
yours have you fucked, huh?

Why do you want to know that?

Because it excites you or
because you're not

sure I think you're special?

How many?

This year?

Any year.

Maybe none.

Look into my eyes.

I am looking into your
eyes.

While I'm inside
you.

You're scaring me,
Alan.

Look into my eyes.
Keep looking.

Look in my eyes.

Don't look away.

Look into eyes. Who are they,
huh?

Don't stop looking.

Keep looking.

Keep looking.

Who were they, huh?

Who were they, those people you
were with?

What people?

Can I offer you anything?

a Coke?

Got any tequila?

Not at work.

Business what would
your father

say if he thought I was drinking
on the job?

Huh?

That raises an interesting
question.

Can I trust you, totally,
completely, absolutely?

Of course. Of course.

I can trust you not to talk to
my father,

or like a girlfriend of yours?

Between us is between us, like
a priest and confessor.

I've got a game that I'm
willing to bet $250,000 on,

cash.

When it wins, I will kick you
back $25.

Get it up high. A little
higher.

Yo, man, you OK?

Mm.

That's a hard question.

That's a strange answer.

What's wrong with you? -
Nothing.

Everything's fine.

You think we'll beat Dartmouth?

We got to beat Dartmouth.

I thought you said it didn't
make a difference?

I mean, in the cosmic scheme of
things, what

could be less significant than
whether or not

Harvard beats Dartmouth?

A lot of things.

First of all, I'm sick and tired
of losing.

It sucks.

You've got to have pride, man.

Yeah, but you said you only
played

basketball for the girls.

What am I, in court of law?

Am I under oath?

Girls and winning are why I play
basketball.

What the fuck is wrong with you
today, man?

Damn.

Are you interested?

Well, first of all, I don't
want to make any profit on it,

so you can forget about the $25.
- No way.

I insist.

And secondly, why don't you
tell your father about this?

If you have some inside
information,

why don't you just share it with
him?

Because this is my thing.

Look, if you don't get involved,
just say so,

and I will find somebody else.

It hasn't been a
banner season for the Harvard

basketball team, but here
tonight,

on the whole floor of
pavilion,

there's still a chance to save
face and play for some

pride against a big league—

- Yo, man, you feeling better? -
Yeah, I'm fine.

- You cool? - Cool.

We going to whip Dartmouth's
ass?

Ferociously.

The thing is, they
have

to contain that dynamic duo of
Dartmouth, Harmon and Cobb.

I just never saw you going into
the family business.

But if I did take your action, I
could only do it as a prope.

What does that mean?

That means that considering
that a bet of this size

is going to have to be laid off,
I'm going to need

to have the cash up front.

No problem.

What's the game?

Dartmouth over Harvard.

intends
to make pavilion.

The ball is released from the
referee's hand

and we are on our way to Harvard
and Dartmouth.

gentle
looking inside for Blake.

Blake putting to the hoop. The
ball is lost.

now attacking in
transition.

at the other end of
the floor,

looking for the layup, and is
dropped

in with the right hands.

Jensen and Blake unable to
connect there

at the other end of the floor.

Usually such a great work
between those two,

but couldn't cash in at the
offence that time.

Neither in this instance either
as another pass is thrown away.

Here comes Dartmouth, and once
again, Harmon hung

fake, shot in the air is good.

Dartmouth over Harvard—

$250,000.

You sure are your father's
daughter.

I assume that's a compliment.

Oh, of the highest.

Jensen and Blake
struggling

in the early going, but still
plenty of time

to turn it around.

Jensen bringing the ball up with
the left-handed dribble,

feeds Blake on the wing.

Blake hesitates, looking at what
he

has, now drives into the lane,
goes

with the left-hand and scores.

by Marcus Blake.

He

You'll be taking six and
a half points.

So you win the bet if Dartmouth
wins outright,

or if they lose by less than
seven.

Yeah, I know all this, Teddy.

I'll
say.

You must have turned into a
pretty sharp handicap

to go for $250,000 on one
basketball game.

Here's Jensen looking
for Blake.

And again, the pass off of

another turnover for the
Now, Marcus Blake,

he's a superstar.

He's got to be able to get down
and dig

that ball out of his shoes.

Doesn't your friend, Alan, play
for Harvard.

uh-huh.

Here's Blake for the
steal.

Blake in transition, heading
down

to the other end of the floor,
elevates

Marcus Blake showing how defense
creates offense

court to the other end.

around handling the
ball for the big green.

Marching deliberately up the
court.

Crosses the center court line.

It's a on the
baseline.

Front layup— that's good.

How do you think your
boyfriend would

feel if he knew about this?

He'd hate it.

But he won't find out, will he?

It's just between us, right?

the way
is no rims out.

Blake with the rebound.

He'll carry up floor in this
seesaw contest.

But he turns the ball over.

The big green coming back the
other way, underneath for the

lay up.

That's good and the game is tied
at 33.

Marcus Blake just seems a step
off so far.

Hello, leave
your message at the sound

of the beep, thanks.

Teddy, it's Ray.

I'm, uh—

Jensen holds head of
the key, looking to distribute.

Finds Blake. You never— stop
the connection.

Blake trying to go up. Stripped
once.

Stripped again.

And here come the big green the
other way.

It's Weber leading the attack.

Weber into the front court,
looking to set up a play.

Finds Harman near-side.

Gives it back to Weber.

On now to McSorley.

A bounce pass underneath.

Looking to post up.

Kicked back out.

Caught with a jumper in the air.
It's good.

Jesus Christ, what the hell are
you doing?

Isn't this the most phenomenal
ending right here?

The game starts in a few hours.

Don't you want to know what's
going on?

I already know what's going on.

You're stoned.

I cannot believe you did this.

I'm in the best state I could
possibly be in right now.

Where's the money, Cindy?

$50,000 up front, $50,000 after
the game.

That was the deal.

If my dad blows a bundle on
this game,

he's going to be in no mood to
pay $.50.

Where's the money, Cindy?

Blake drives by his
offender.

Elevates it. Throws it down.

fouled
Harvard with two.

Where's the money, Cindy?

Listen to you— an overnight
tough guy.

Don't fuck with my dad.

He is not somebody you want to
disappoint, I promise you.

Marcus Blake, always
a clutch

performer and with this free
throw,

he can pull Harvard within two.

A little bit of a look being
exchanged

changes Jensen and Blake at the
free-throw line.

Blake bends the knees, shot is
in the air

and finds nothing but the bottom
of the net.

Dartmouth—
68, Harvard—

66.

45 seconds to play
do not need to foul as of yet.

Kyle to Stanton.

Stanton holds the ball high over
the head, finds Calgor.

Now up top to McSorley.

Dishes over to Cob.

Cob returns to McSorley.

McSorley drives into the lane.

Kicks out.

Harmon, three on the way.

It's long.

It's an air ball.

An ill-advised shot and Harvard
has a chance

here with 11 seconds to go.

Harvard down two.

Jensen into the front row,
looking to find someone.

And there's Marcus Blake all on
the wing,

calling for the basketball.

Jensen takes a look, but doesn't
give it to him.

Three seconds left.

Jensen for the tie.

It is no good.

The buzzer sounds.

Harvard goes down to defeat.

And why, oh why, did Marcus
Blake not get the basketball?

Alan Jensen must give up the
rock there.

He's going to find his superstar
on the wing

and coach Preston has no idea
what went through his mind

right there. I don't either.

Blake not waiting for the
post-game handshake.

He is heading right to the
dressing room in disgust.

And frankly, I can't say that I
blame him.

He is the star of this team.

He's the one who should've taken
the shot.

He did not.

As a result, Harvard loses.

We will be back for the
post-game post-mortem,

right after this.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I got lucky.

There's no substitute for luck.

We all need it.

Oh, this is my money?

Most of it.

What do you mean most of it?

It's $100,000 short.

Kelly had to go out to Newton to
pick up the rest.

Guy came up late.

It's not a problem.

She's going to drop it by your
apartment.

- When? - Right now.

A couple of hours.

I thought no one else was going

to know about this, Teddy?

She doesn't know about the bet,

just that you are owed money—
could be about anything.

Who is it?

Marcus.

Thought I'd stop by.

You seemed a little depressed.

Yeah, bad game.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

We lost the Dartmouth game.

And whose fault is that?

Whose fault?

It's nobody's. Everybody's.

Wrong.

It was mine.

No.

We all fucked up.

Come on.

You actually were pretty good
out there.

I was the one who lost it for
us.

If I'd have played my normal
game, we win by 10.

There's no point in—

- No point in what? - In
blaming.

We all had fuck-ups.

It's true, right.

Unless it was intentional. -
What?

I said, unless it was
intentional,

that's what I said. - Hey, come
on, man.

Put that down. It was just a
game.

Don't play me for no sucker,
Alan.

If you were in trouble and you
needed help,

you could have come asked me for
it.

OK. I am in trouble.

You know I like the ball above
my waist.

Come on, man. Just put the gun
down.

You were out to fuck me today.

Could you just please put the
gun down?

Don't push it, Alan. Stop lying
to me.

What kind of shit are you into,
man?

Look, whatever I'm into, I'm
out of.

Just don't ask me anymore, OK? -
It's not OK.

Cause I don't know if I should
take this personally?

Do not take it personally,
Marcus.

Why shouldn't I take it
personally?

Because it wasn't against you.

It wasn't against anybody.

It was for some people that
needed help.

A one-time thing.

One-time thing.

We did it.

Now you can buy your parents a
home.

Uh-huh.

Ooh.

What's the matter?

You're acting as if we lost.

Where are you going?

Kansas.

Oh.

Well, can it wait?

You know, I thought we'd
celebrate.

I have nothing to celebrate
until I get this house

money in their hands.

same
thing.

Nothing changed.

Keep my frame in the game.

Make the girls sing.

Bring the hollow tip to the
head.

till I'm dead.

to kill the

Oh.

I got to sleep before
my sickness wins.

Here we go again.

I have to stop or
did it only just begin?

And the
latest weather report

from Kansas City is, uh—

clear skies and 55 degrees
Fahrenheit.

We should have you into Kansas
City at 2:13 Central Standard

Time right on the button.

I'd like to ask you to just sit
back, relax, and enjoy

the rest of your flight.

Hey.

yeah, hey, baby.

Yeah. Guess where I am.

I have something for you—

$100.

$100 what?

$100,000 for a house.

Alan—

Where'd you get it?

It's a long story.

Well, you flew out here twice
in one week.

I think you've got the time to
tell us how you came by it.

I borrowed it.

You borrowed $100,000?

Who would lend you that kind of
money?

Why?

But don't you think we should
be thanking Alan?

I'd like an answer to my
question, son.

I borrowed it from a teacher
who wishes to remain anonymous.

Her father is extremely rich—

no strings, no interest, no debt
collection.

If you had to do anything wrong
to get this money,

I want you to take it back right
now.

I just told you how I got it.

It is more important than
anything

that you always tell me the
truth—

more important than a house, do
you understand?

Yes, I know that.

And I am telling you the truth.

Now will you please give me the
pleasure of knowing

that I've helped out?

Oh, Come here.

Teddy, it's Cindy.

I'm in my apartment, waiting for
my money.

Where's my money?

Look, where are you? Can you
just call me?

Oh, she's here.

Coming.

You got it?

Got what?

The money.

What do you think, got what?

Where are you going?

Hey, where is my money?

What do you think you're doing?

So who is the player, Alan
Jensen?

Where is my money?

What did you pay him— $50,
$75?

Listen, lady, you are testing
my sense

of humor and my patience, and
that is a big mistake.

I'm a big gambler, like you.

I'm sure you are.

Now give me my fucking money.

Where's Teddy?

I want to speak to Teddy—

Oh, you'll have plenty of time
to talk to Teddy.

How much did you pay Alan Jensen
to dump the game?

Get out of my apartment.

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Fine I, will throw you out.

Kelly Morgan—

FBI.

Look, I don't care who you are.

You don't know what you're
fucking with.

Oh no, we know exactly what
we're fucking with.

My father will bury you.

Or maybe you'll get smart and
help to bury him.

- Do you have a warrant? - Not
at them moment.

Then I don't have to talk to
you.

No, you don't, but you'd be
foolish not to—

very foolish.

If you promise to behave, Cindy,
I'll let you up.

Fuck you.

Not nice, not intelligent.

Look, you're hurting me.

I'm going to let you up, but if
you can't be civilized,

I'm going to have to pin you
down again.

This wrestling shit's for
girls.

You should try golf some time.
I'll whip your ass.

Yeah, I'm sure.

But in the meantime, let's stick
with reality.

Now unless you are planning to
leave the country

and hide for the rest of your
life,

you're going to have to
cooperate.

Listen, you badge flashing
bitch, you have nothing on me.

I'm am so out of your league.

Here is the thing, Cindy. We've
got you.

And we've got your father.

All the rest is talk.

Well, if you're so sure you've
got my father,

then what do you need with me?

Honey, I thought you knew the
world— publicity.

That's page one for two weeks
with you

testifying against your father.

And it'll help keep you out of
jail.

Your father's going no matter
what.

Do you really want to go with
him?

You guys are fucking evil.

As opposed to your father,
who's a fucking saint.

At least my father isn't some
two-faced

scumbag who pretends to be your
friend

while he stabs you in the back.

Ooh, daddy's little girl.

Mind I get high?

It's against the law.

Add a year to my sentence.

You really should loosen up and
try to have a little fun.

It would be good for you.

Oh, I know how to have fun.

What's that supposed to mean?

Whatever you want it to be.

You're a little weird, aren't
you?

I thought FBI agents were
supposed to be straight.

We are straight.

We enforce the law.

Yeah, well, you gotta be out of
your fucking mind

if you think I'd rat out my own
father.

Am I hallucinating, or were you
starting to get friendlier

there for a few seconds?

I'm just trying to figure out
the best

way I can to get you out of this
mess you're in, Cindy.

Well, call me crazy, but I
believe you.

You're not crazy.

It's the truth.

Excuse me?

Hey?

Mind if I, uh— sit here.

- Go ahead. - Thanks.

The airwaves are free.

Oh.

How you doing?

You— you got a little
something—

do we know each other?

Have we met before?

Yeah, at, uh—

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Gum?

Yeah, we met at the, uh—

at the, yeah— mm-hmm.

Let me ask you a question, from
girl to girl.

That's what I've been trying to
get to all along.

What if— and I'm not saying
that I could

or even that I would, but—

if I happen to remember all
sorts of incriminating

and sensational stuff about Alan
Jensen,

and not just basketball fixing,
but drug

stuff, sex stuff, a real
sensational Harvard story.

What if I could give you two
months

of incredible page-one shit like
that,

could I get my father out of
this totally clean and myself?

Why don't you tell me what you
have to tell me

and I'll do my best.

Why don't you suck my dick?

I'll give you one day to come
around.

Alan, it is Cindy.

If you ratted out me or my
father,

I will fucking torture you.

I will cut out your eyeballs and
make you eat them.

You hear me?

And if you didn't pass out and
they come to you

and tell you that I said
anything,

it is a lie and traps.

So deny everything.

You all right?

Do— do you want a doctor?

No, I am a doctor.

Doctor Jensen, nice to meet you.

In fact, that's where I met you.

You were one of my patients
once.

Didn't I prescribe you some
really good shit once?

What are you on? huh?

What drug did you take? What did
you take?

- That's a good question. - What
are you on?

- An airplane. - Where'd you get
it?

I didn't get it. It got me.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

What are you writing?

I'm working on this big case.

Do you want to hear about it?

I thought you weren't allowed
to discuss cases.

Or is this particular case, one
in which I could be of some use

to you? - Use you?

We would never use you.

Well you use me all the time,
just as I use you.

Where's Teddy?

I'm not sure.

He took one fork in the road and
I took another.

Can I get you something?

- What are you having? - Coke.

Nothing in it?

I'm on duty.

Bacardi Limone on the rocks.

So what's on the tape, the
American cream team?

- The American what? - Cream
team.

How old are you? - How old do
you think I am?

- 29. - Not bad.

Why?

Are you growing dissatisfied
with us?

Do you prefer someone else?

Do you think there's others who
might

fuck you better than we do?

Differently.

And how many others are there
at present, if I may

be so aggressive as to inquire?

Fewer than you'd wish.

Than I wish?

Why would I want you to have
lots of lovers?

Because the thought of me like
a lot of different men

excites you, and it excites
Teddy,

and that excites you even more.

And what about you?

Do you claim innocence in all
this?

No.

But it's not my fault you two
need a third party to get off.

You're being very harsh,
Chesney.

Are you angry with me for some
reason?

I'm just compensating for your
coyness.

How am I being coy?

How am I being coy, she asked
coyly.

By not answering my simple
question, what's on the tape?

And by beating around the bush
instead of just coming clean

and asking me for the help you
need in this big case of yours.

Has anyone ever told you that
you would make a first-rate

agent at the Bureau?

Not that I recall, but I'll
keep it in mind

if I ever get desperate.

Now what's on the tape?

- Gangsters. - Ooh.

There's a shock.

The FBI is bugging gangsters?

Who's the target?

Andrew Bandolini?

How did you know that?

I didn't.

You just guessed?

His name came to mind. Oh, come
on.

Life is nothing but a series of
coincidences.

This is just a particularly odd
coincidence.

Like guessing your age.

Now why don't you get to the
point like a big boy.

If you want a favor, just ask.

Think of it as sex.

Maybe that'll make it easier.

OK.

There's a student I would like
you to find out about as much

as you can, quietly.

Does she have a name?

Alan Jensen.

Vaguely familiar.

What did he do?

He's a rotten kid.

Is that a felony or a
misdemeanor?

Let's just say we could have
him put away for a long time,

if we wanted to. - Why wouldn't
you want to?

Because he will end up serving
a more useful function.

Such as?

Use your vivid imagination,
Chesney.

I would say to get Andrew
Bandolini,

but what possible connection
could

a Harvard man have with some
mafia hood.

You wouldn't believe me even if
I told you.

I'm tired of playing this game.

Just tell me.

Gambling, but that's just the
start.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Can I help you?

No, I'm fine.

I've got it.

I'm really sorry.

Don't worry about it.

It's— it's fine.

Actually, um— I have to go,
anyway.

So it's fine.

I'll see you later.

Hey, can I offer you a ride?

What, in a car?

- Yeah. - No.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no small boxes.

Oh, no, no, this is a big
luxurious car.

See? - No, I'll be trapped.

Come on. You'll be fine.

It's a beautiful car.

Right there.

It's a free ride, wherever you
want to go.

Who are you? -

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm Teddy.

We just spent two hours
together.

No, I mean, who are you?

I'll tell you what, you get in
the car,

and I will answer all your deep
questions,

and maybe you can even answer
some of mine.

All right?

Come on.

It'll be fun.

We'll go for fun ride.

Look.

The pretty lady, she driving
us— take

you wherever you want to go.

Come on. Come on.

You'll be fine. It's all right.

There you go.

Oh.

No little boxes.

It's too small.

I gotta get out of here.

Oh.

How do you open this?

You don't.

Excuse me, could you open the
door, please?

I want to go back to my room and
listen to music.

You can listen until your
heart's content.

We're just going to ask you a
few questions.

I believe Mr. Jensen may have
ingested

some chemical substances, which
alter

his perception of reality.

What did I do?

Do I do anything sexual with
you?

Not yet.

But you never know what can
happen if you give the right

answers to the right questions.

What drug did you take, Alan?

You're not going to get
anything out of him.

He's totally gone. - You look
very familiar.

Are you sure we never made love.
- Quite.

Quite, indeed. You would
remember.

I'm sure I would.

Do you want to?

What drug did you take?

Do you want my penis inside
your vagina?

Hey, do you want me to shove my
cane up your ass?

Does that wild look mean yes or
no.

Maybe after we get to know each
other a bit.

What drug did you take?

Oh.

And how does that happen?

I'm getting to know another
person—

knowing another person.

Like I said before, the
right

answers to the right questions.

God, but those are just words
and words are just noise.

Are you on ecstasy?

What, did you smoke some crack,
Alan?

Did you drop acid?

Alan?

You're looking for Alan?

Who are you?

My name's Chesney and yours is
Cindy.

How did you know that?

Alan talks about all the time.

That's funny, because he's
never mentioned you to me.

You guys need any help?

Uh-uh.

We're looking for Alan.

I haven't seen him.

If you want, I can give him a
message or a—

better yet, why don't the both
of you hang in my room

for awhile? - Thanks, but, um—

No.

Yeah, it is a bit early for
that.

Yeah, well, um—if change your
mind, you know, just knock.

Cause you know my motto is, you
got the bear, I got the time.

Would you shut the fuck up?

Did you— if you don't mind my
asking—

did you have an arrangement to
meet him here?

- No, did you? - No.

- So he could be anywhere? -
Doing anything.

Unless—

Unless what?

How do I know who you are?

You could be anybody.

I'm his professor.

Unless what?

Unless somebody already grabbed
him?

Somebody, meaning the FBI.

What would the FBI want with
Alan?

I have no idea.

Maybe you could help me?

I don't think so.

Oh, do you believe this
asshole.

Oh, man.

Ugh.

Hey, you got to backup.

This is one way.

Excuse me, sir?

You got to back up. You got to
move this.

I got no room. What do you want
me to do?

Back up.

- Teddy? - Move it.

- Teddy? - Hey, hey.

- It's all right. - Hey.

Let me just talk to—

Hey!

Alan!

Fucker.

Hey, move it.

Oh, Jesus.

Hey.

OK.

Look, we gotta look at it this
way.

You're a legacy, so you got a
leg up.

But I mean, it's just gotten
incredibly competitive.

You look around this place, it's
like half Asian.

I mean, I don't know if I could
get in now.

Dad, maybe I don't even want to
go here.

Honey, you want to go to
Harvard.

It's Harvard.

Well, what about the other
schools that we looked at, dad?

Like what about Duke?

Duke was a lot more fun than
Harvard.

Honey, Harvard is just— it's—
it's a great

calling card.

Doors just open up.

You're going to forge
relationships here that will

last you the rest of your life.

The kids are amazing here.

It's the best of the— excuse
me?

Excuse me? - Dad?

Hi.

Al Franken, college, '73.

Dad?

I actually was at
here.

Dad?

Yeah, uh— this is my daughter,
Thomason.

She's high school junior.

I just wanted her to meet a
Harvard student,

because it's kind of a random
process.

I thought I'd pick your brain,
because you've been through it.

She got a 1520 on her SAT.

Dad, don't tell people my SAT
scores.

Sorry.

800 on her math.

Dad, how do you even know he
goes to Harvard?

Of course he goes to Harvard.

He's been through this process—

letters of recommendation.

Say she got a letter from
Hillary.

Dad, Hillary doesn't even know
me.

Honey, she met you at the
fundraiser.

She was very impressed with you.

Dad, you're embarrassing me.

Honey, this is one of your
weaknesses.

You get embarrassed too easily.

Maybe you can use that.

Like in the interview today, if
they

ask you your strengths and
weaknesses,

my weakness is I get embarrassed
too easily.

Yeah, I know how to give an
interview, OK?

Summer program— we're thinking

like an Indian reservation.

Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry.

I hate these things.

Excuse me.

Listen, I'm really—

Yeah?

Hi, Adam.

If I were you, I would free
myself.

I would open myself up.

I would sing.

I would sing a high C, sing a
high C in the middle

of Harvard Square.

No, no, no sing a

I know.

He's a pathological liar. - Dad?

I gotta go. I'm at Harvard.

Dad?

She got a 1520.

Dad, this guy is high, OK?

How do you know?

Just look at his eyes.

Dad?

Dad, let's go.

Dad?

Dad, let's go.

OK.

Um— uh— thank you.

Oh, it's a Harvard man— river
man.

Run, river. River run.

Charles River by the Charles
River, by the river.

Run, river. River, run.

River, run.

Harvard man, run, River Charles,
run.

Run.

Run, river. Run, run,

Holy shit.

Mr. Al Franken, right?

I'll tell you what I'm going to
do.

I personally, Alan Jensen, will
accept

your daughter into Harvard.

But if you don't want to go, I
would

strongly suggest against it.

Don't— don't let your father
pressure you.

He is weird.

Did you know that the earth is
the insane

asylum of the universe?

What did you take?

Are you OK?

- What can we do to help you? -
Run, river.

River, run. Run, river.

River, run.

Run to the banks of the Charles
River.

Run, Charles River, run.

Run.

Run.

That's why I gave up
drugs my junior year

Me too.

I didn't know you gave
up drugs.

Oh, yeah, except for a
little marijuana

and some occasional coke.

Run, motherfucker,
run.

Run.

Run, motherfucker, run Run.

Run.

Run, motherfucker, run.

LSD.

Oh, hi.

I need to talk to you, Alan.

I have an announcement to make.

I have found the truth.

Fuck this shit, Alan.

We are in trouble.

And I need to talk to you alone.

- So do I, now. - I'm with both
of you.

Oh, I have nothing in my heart
but love.

Who wants to go first?

Or better yet, why don't we just
all go together?

Because different people might
have different agendas.

Oh, wow.

That's— that's a wow.

Yeah.

It's called clothing, Alan.
People wear it.

What the fuck is wrong with
you, Alan?

You're acting like a nut.

And let me tell you something,
you cannot

afford to act like a nut.

There is a lot of dangerous shit
going down

and you are in the middle of it.

Dangerous, dangerous shit.

Oh, she's— she's my teacher
and

You did acid.

You took acid.

I must be inside
you.

And we must explode while we
look into each other's eyes.

All right, Alan.

This is serious. OK.

You could get kicked out of
school.

You could go to jail. ALAN
JENSEN: I was in jail.

My whole life I was in jail.

Now I'm free.

Jesus Christ, Alan.

Did you get it from Sandy?

Uh-huh.

Right.

Did you do more than one?

All right, Alan, how much did
you take?

15,000 micrograms.

15,000 micro— 15,000
micrograms.

15,000?

Are you trying to destroy
yourself?

You're about to be busted by the
FBI.

That's where I just ran from.

What are you talking about?

I just ran from the FBI
building.

She want me to go inside.

She— who is she?

You're jealous, aren't you? You
didn't even—

Alan, what's her name?

Kelly.

Kelly. All right.

You know what?

They're going to be here any
second, if they're not already.

Is there a back way out of here?

Oh.

I know a way out.

It's a great way—

acid.

God damn it, Alan.

Look, if I'm going to help you,
you're going to have

to concentrate on what's here.

All right, not what's in your
head.

Can you do that?

Is there a back way out of the
building?

I know a way out. I know a way
out.

OK. Can you show me?

Uh-huh.

But I'm inside you and you're
inside me.

You know that, right? - Right.

Right. - You know that.

OK.

Oh.

Alan, did you sign anything?

Did you put anything in writing
or on tape?

Alan, which way do we go?

Two words, words have no
meaning.

So you admitted nothing?

I mean, they don't have anything
in writing or on tape?

I can't write. I can't speak.

I don't believe a word. - OK.

Well, don't give up on them
until we

get out of here, all right?

Alan, does this take us out
front?

Into the light, the dancing,
blinding light.

Who's out
front?

Who do you think?

Oh, this is heaven.

Alan?

The vast outdoors, the
sparkling city lights.

Alan, listen, I think we should
go to that doctor

I was telling you about. - I
don't have a cold.

I know you don't.

Why doesn't anybody understand
the doctor lies within.

Alan?

Alan?

Oh, god.

This is going to be a disaster.

Yeah, it already is if he
signed anything.

All right.

Now you're starting to irritate
me.

Well, pardon me for breathing.

What are you, his fucking
savior?

Look, there may be a way for us
to work together on this,

all right?

But you're going to have to come
clean with me.

Can you do that? - Of course I
can.

Look, I don't fuck with people
unless they fuck with me first.

All right. Then answer me one
question.

Who came up with the scheme you
acted out?

What scheme?

I don't know what you're talking
about?

Listen, Cindy, if you have
any—

I don't have shit that concerns
you.

Go back to your classroom,
honey.

You're in way over your head.

- Sandy. - Alan.

I took all three hits—

15,000 micrograms.

It's the answer, isn't it?

It's the answer to every
question.

It's the route to God.

It's the direct route to God.

And that's where I am. You know.

You've been there, right?

I'm with God.

It's amazing.

I feel a complete clarity, a
complete wisdom about me.

Like a complete refinement of
character and of mind,

and of body, of soul.

I feel so beautiful.

I feel so great. I feel like—

I can't believe you never gave
this to me before.

Just fucking amazing.

I walk down the street and I
see—

I see everything planned out,
exactly the way it is—

blocks, pixels—

perfect.

It's revelation. It's truth.

It's wisdom.

It's beauty.

It's eternity.

What's the longest you've ever
known anybody to trip?

Sandy?

Well, sometimes, it never ends.

Sometimes it never ends.

Sometimes it never ends. It
never ends.

Never ends.

Sometimes it never ends.

Alan? Alan?

Sometime it never ends.

5,000 never ends.

Alan?

5,000 micrograms.

Alan, can you hear me?

I'm with God.

I took that route.

There's a direct route to God.

It's eternity.

You know that.

You've been there, right.

Oh, god.

Answer— the truth.

It's the answer.

It's eternity.

Dr. East, please?

It's Chesney Cort again.

Please tell him that it's
urgent.

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Kelly.

Yeah, are you with Teddy now?

What tape are you talking about?

No, I didn't steal your fucking
tape.

Hello, Chesney?

These voices won't shut up.

If I knew that there was nothing
ahead but sound,

I would look to death right this
second.

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Everything.

I got him.

He is at a payphone right in
front of me.

Chesney?

Sit down.

Sit down.

What's the matter?

Tell me, please.

I'm sorry.

555-1525.

Call him now. 555-1525.

OK. OK.

OK.

Call
him now.

Call him now.

You're
talking about addicts.

You're talking about addicts.

It's strange.

You're the only person in my
life that I've given to

and never taken from.

And now, it's going to be you
who screws me worst

than my most vicious enemy.

It can still work out, can't
it?

- Can it? - I'm coming.

Mr. Jensen, I believe we have
some unfinished business.

I knew I should've never
trusted

a guy who speaks in four
different accents

and walks with a limp.

Now let me ask you a question.

What was the first lesson I
taught you about?

Huh? Do you remember?

I always told you, don't get
yourself

into anything you can't get out
of, if things go wrong.

I've never violated that—

never.

And now you violated it for me.

Russell?

What
What state of consciousness

are we describing here, if not—

I can't— I don't.

I can't read this.

You don't have to read it.

I can't read.

He manipulated you,
bribed you,

and duped you into fixing the
Harvard-Dartmouth game.

He's the only going to
jail.

That's exactly where he
belongs.

He duped you and bribed you into
dumping

the Harvard—Dartmouth game.

It's exactly where he
belongs.

It's like I'm in a
straitjacket that I'm trying

Think
of it as cyanide.

That's exactly where he
belongs.

Sign it.

Sign the paper, Alan.

We cannot help you if you don't
sign this paper.

You don't want to go to
prison.

jail.

That's exactly where he
belongs.

I got to go. I got to get out
of here.

I got to go to

Sign the paper.

Are you
fucking kidding me?

The voices— the voices—

Cindy.

I believe Mr. Jensen may have

The
voices?

No, don't worry about
voices.

Worry about—

Break out—

marijuana, orgasm.

And then you can go.

If you sign everything—

Alan!

Are you
fucking kidding me?

Oh Jesus.

Shit.

Alan Jensen, let me assure you
one thing before I

say or do anything else.

I have never had to suffer the
agony you are suffering myself,

but I have treated many patients
over the years who have.

And I promise you, one way or
another,

your agony will end tonight.

Go in.

Go in.

When did you take this LSD?

Yesterday, I think.

I don't know.

I can't— I don't know.

Where did you get it?

From a student, a chemistry
major student at Harvard—

chemistry major synthesized it
from

the original Swiss formula.

Sander's Laboratory.

Yeah, yeah, Sanders.

Sugar cubes.

True blue, she said, in sugar
cubes.

How much did you take?

15,000 micrograms.

Are you sure?

15,000 micrograms.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Can you make these voices go
Away

I can, yes.

You must sign this.

What does it say?

If I should die—

What are the chances that I'm
going to die?

As a result of the medication—

chances that I'm
going to die?

- 50-50. - That' I'm going to
die?

Administered to me by Dr. Kurt
Reese.

And I absolve Dr. Reese of all
responsibility in my death.

Why would I sign it?

Do you want to feel the way you
feel

now for the rest of your life?

I can't stand to feel this way
for one more second.

Then, I suggest you sign the
paper.

What if I do die?

Do you think the voices— do you
think they'll stop?

- Of course. - What are you
giving me?

The antidote.

You don't want to tell me what
you're giving me?

There's no need to know— need
to know.

You are never going to take
another drop of any kind

again—

Any kind.

Intimidation.

Intimidation. Intimidation.

Intimidation.

Intimidation.

Intimidation.

And when did you take this LSD?

Now?

Go ahead.

Can I help you guys out?

Yeah, we're looking for Alan
Jensen.

Yeah, everybody's looking for
him.

Yeah? Who else?

So who's this kid we're going
to shoot?

His name is Alan.

Is that the kid from the house?

Yes, it's the kid from the
house.

The basketball kid?

Yes, it's the basketball kid.

Why are you asking?

Ted Carter, FBI.

Special Agent, Kelly Morgan.

FBI— no shit.

What did he do?

Why are we shooting him?

I don't know if we're going to
shoot him.

We didn't get the OK from
Andrew.

If we get the OK from Andrew,
we'll shoot him.

You're going to shoot him
though, right?

- Why am I going to shoot him? -
It's your turn.

I shot the last guy.

I don't recall you shooting the
last guy.

Do you even remember who the
last guy we took care of was?

- Of course I remember. - Who?

What? Are you testing me?

Go ahead. Tell me.

Who.

That kid on Queens
Boulevard.

And who fired the shot?

I did.

You?

No more voices?

Just yours and mine—

the real ones.

Thank you for saving me.

You saved yourself.

Anyone who can survive 15,000
micrograms of LSD

has the constitution of an ox.

And you're going to need it,
because your other problems,

the ones out there, haven't gone
away.

Why you looking out the window?

what

How come you keep looking out
the window?

I feel like looking out the
window.

What are you looking at?

The scenery.

There's birds and flowers and
shit.

Since when are you so
interested in scenery?

You may stay here until things
become a bit more calm.

You understand that for you, LSD
is like cyanide from this day

on.

Your drug taking career has come
to an absolute conclusion.

- It's my breath, right? - What?

My breath stinks, right?

No, your breath don't stink.

How's that? A little bit
better?

We tend to take consciousness
for granted.

It evolved so subtly and so
slowly from the day

we are born until the time we
form thoughts and express

those thoughts in language, that
we forget what

a fragile edifice it is we have
built,

this thing called I, the self.

And we forget how, once
shattered,

how hard it is to reconstruct.

Treat it with respect.

I seem to remember jumping out
of an FBI window

not too long ago.

I think you might be interested
in hearing this.

Apparently, the FBI has been
bugging Bandolini's

house for quite a while now.

And from what I can gather, this
conversation

must have taken place the day
you went to get your loan.

Why'd
bring him here?

His parents
lost their house

in that tornado in Kansas and he
needs

$100,000 to bail them out.

And what
are we, the Red Cross?

Told you, he ain't fucking
here, man.

He ain't stupid.

He's a fucking Harvard man.
What?

You think he's going to be
waiting around when he knows

he got guys coming for him? Huh?

How do you know that he knows
that he's

got guys coming after him?

We can make
a huge score, daddy.

Alan will do anything to get
this money.

I can get him to dump the
Dartmouth game.

We could bet like $1 million on
Dartmouth,

and Alan walks away with his
home for his parents,

and we walk away with $1 million
cash for one day's work.

What do you think?

I think
I've been too easy on you,

letting you do anything you want
since your mother died.

What do you
mean?

It's fool-proof.

Only a
fool

says anything is fool-proof.

All this misery, all this
danger.

Why do you think I've given you
so much money?

What girl has $1 million cash
stashed in a vault.

OK. OK.

It was just an idea.

Yeah, a
terrible idea.

It'll never
come up again.

You're
damn right it won't.

Well, he's gotta come back here
eventually.

It's where he lives. - So what
are you saying?

We sit here, fucking jerking our
shit until next fucking Easter?

Come on. - Yeah, well what's
your idea?

We drive around the block in
circles

and hope we bump into him.

And answer
me this.

If you're so concerned about
this guy's house,

why don't you just spot him
$100,000 yourself, as a loan?

That
wouldn't be any fun.

Besides, haven't you always told
me,

never give away something for
nothing?

That's my
little girl.

Wow.

She's even more lethal than I
thought.

You chose her.

Yeah, I chose her.

But you chose two FBI agents who
tried to force me to get

Andrew Bandolini put away.

When he not only didn't try and
set it up,

but he tried to stop his
daughter from setting it up.

What a saint.

Someone should canonize him.

You're not defending them, are
you?

Teddy and Kelly?

Yeah, Teddy and Kelly.

No, and I'm not defending your
little group either.

Let's not argue about each
other's friends' vices,

all right?

Let's just try and get you out
of this.

You know them better than I do,

but from what I know of them,
friendly persuasion is not

going to get them to back off.

- Depends on what kind. - What
do you have in mind?

Hello?

Hi, Chesney.

What?

Tonight?

Hold— hold on a second.

All right.

Sounds very
intriguing.

What, uh— time?

Actually, I'm in the real
estate acquisition

and development business in the
United

States, Canada, and Mexico.

And my most recent acquisition
was

the Pele Island Hotel and Pub.

the morning is a
joke.

You better go to the doctor.

You don't sound good at all.

So I go home.

I ask my wife, I say, Becky, am
I sleeping OK?

I sound like I'm
dying.

She says, no, no, you're
sleeping like a baby.

I go to the sleep doctor. He
tells me it's about one

of the worst cases of sleep
apnea he's ever seen.

And he puts me on a breathing
machine.

Now, I go home and ask my wife,
I said,

honey, why did you tell me I'm
sleeping OK?

She said, you sounded great,
again I'm like,

I think you're thinking about
insurance policies.

Suppose this fucking kid does
come back in, let's say, I

don't know, the next fucking 10
years, then

what are we going to do with
him?

What do you think we're going
to do?

I don't know. You see what my
point is though?

No, what is your point?

My point is that we don't have
a fucking plan.

Maybe you don't have a plan. I
do.

Oh, really? You have a plan?

Would you care to fucking
enlighten me on it?

We tell him that we got Andrew
waiting for him down

at this restaurant, that we have
a proposition to offer him

to settle everything, and that
we think

he should come down with us.

We get him in the car peacefully
and quietly, and we drive.

Then we shoot him on the way to
guys and dump the body.

At Donny's?

Of course at Donny's.

Where the fuck else are we going
to dump the body?

All right.

Then well, let me ask you one
more question, because as

of right now, you've got to be
the biggest

fucking hard on I ever met.

Why don't we cash this kid out
of the fucking street

and put a fucking bullet in his
head?

Commotion.

What commotion?

People— they hear shots, they
take notice.

Don't make me explain something
to that should be obvious.

It insults my intelligence.

You know we can get a silencer
for this, right?

Hey.

Oh, look who it is. We've been
waiting for you.

How you doing, -
Yeah, I can see that.

What's up?

We've got Andrew waiting for us
at this restaurant

down near the square. - Oh,
yeah?

You better go. You'll be late.

No, us, meaning, you.

And they were selling it to,
you know, the United

States during Prohibition.

Oh my god, hi.

When did you get back in town?

Not long ago.

I can't believe how great you
look.

Um— this is Joe.

Joe, this is Elaine.

It's a pleasure to meet you
Elaine.

Likewise.

Elaine is one of my oldest
friends in the world.

Would you mind terribly giving
us a few moments alone?

No.

Come visit my hotel on the beach
any time.

What actually is your name?

Chesney.

Juliet.

Just tell Andrew to hang in and
lie low.

I've got it all under control.

Hey, come on, fellows.

It's a camera.

It shoots pictures, not bullets.

Can I tell you something?

I don't know what it is you guys
think

I'm going to do that you need to
prevent me from doing,

but whatever it is— - Rat.

Rat what?

Not what rat what, rat to the
FBI.

Think we don't fucking know?

Out of the question.

I'm handling that.

If you want, you can follow me
down there and watch.

Just don't get too close,
because you'll

screw everything up.

I heard this was kind of a
pick-up place.

It can be, if that's what
you're looking for.

Is that what you're looking for?

Hey, Russ, look, I'm getting a
little too fucking

hungry to deal with this—

What is this, a pleasure a
vacation for you?

You're getting paid for this,
aren't you?

Of course I'm getting fucking
paid.

What the fuck do I look like, an
amateur?

But what I'm saying is, look, we
either kill this motherfucker

right here, right now, in his
fucking room,

or we give him to—

Late morning is actually all I
really need.

All right. FBI cleared out of
the way.

Everything's cleaned up. - What
if he's fucking with us?

No, he ain't fucking with us.

He just made us an offer to
follow him.

Do you want to come back to my
place?

I can't.

I need you to come to mine.

You live alone?

I live alone, but we won't be
alone.

So what you're saying is you
want to follow

him for your next 14 hours?

You're missing my point.

We don't have to follow him.

The fact that he just made us an
offer to follow him

is enough, because he didn't
know when

he made us that offer that we
weren't

going to take him up on it. See
what my point is?

The kid ain't got nothing to
hide

or he wouldn't have made us that
fucking offer.

Please tell me you understand
this.

- I understand. - Thank you.

So what do you want to do then?

When?

- For the next 14 hours. - I
don't know.

Let's go get something to eat,
some pussy,

get some food— whatever.

Whoa.

Where do you think you're going?

I gotta fix things.

I can't be late.

Look, just hang out.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Use the phone as much as you
like.

Do you trust this guy?

I don't even know what the fuck
just happened?

Oh, fuck me.

Any particular reason you chose
black and white

instead of color?

More authentic, more
incriminating.

I expected to see you in a
wheelchair

or at least on crutches.

Yeah, I guess I got lucky, huh?

Oh, you got a lot more than
lucky.

You have a mole, an inside
source, a traitor.

- A traitor? - Yeah, a traitor.

- Who, Chesney? - Yes.

Not to me.

Well—

To me, she was a savior.

Besides, what does that make you
two?

We're law enforcement officers
and that's what we do.

We infiltrate and arrest.

What about Bandolini?

What does what you did to
Bandolini make you?

Yeah, well, to him, I'm a
traitor.

Who gives a shit?

Will bust him on book making at
Shylock.

That's all we're going to get,
given that Mr. Jensen here,

seems to hold all the cards.

Or in this case, all the
photographs.

No.

Not even Bandolini.

All right.

What are your demands?

To be left alone— forget this
whole thing ever happened,

say goodbye, move on—

a clean slate for everybody.

What do you think?

I think we're fucked.

We don't have much choice, do
we?

None, that I can see.

All right.

You've got a clean slate.

But for your own sake, you
better look over your shoulder.

That popping sound you hear just
might be

a bullet headed for your brain.

I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

- Yeah, you do that. - Oh, uh—
no, one other thing.

Princeton's playing Harvard next
week

and I was going to dump that
game too,

only this time, I'm going to
make some real money doing it.

And I was thinking, maybe you
two could pone

a little score for yourselves.

You know, bet some serious cash
on Princeton.

You saw how easy it was for me
to pull it off.

Why not?

Just the three of us will know
and I'm sure as hell

not going to tell anybody.

What do you say?

I don't this is an issue that
needs to be discussed in words,

do you? - Uh-uh.

You mean, we can all just nod
in agreement

and acknowledge each other's
greed and criminality.

I think he's taping this.

You're taping this, aren't you?

He's wired.

Are you wired?

Huh?

He's not wired.

He's just having a little fun at
our expense, right, Alan.

How does it feel to grovel,
Eddie?

Not nice, is it. - Teddy.

To be on your knees, hoping you
get nailed for some moment

of human weakness.

Hoping some guy in a position of
authority

doesn't make you suffer because
that's what gets him off,

doing you in for your
transgressions.

Yeah, I agree. You're
absolutely right.

- About what? - Everything.

Anything you say. All right?

As long as we just call it a
clean slate

and act as though we never met
as

soon as you leave this office,
isn't that what we want?

Huh?

Clean slate.

Nice shot.

Don't tell me you came alone.

I was expecting the Italian
army.

Hey, no racial
stereotyping, remember?

I'm sorry things had to work out
the way they did.

Had to, huh?

That's a very interesting way of
putting it.

As if we have nothing to do with
what happens to us—

all fate.

Very interesting, especially in
the light of the fact that if I

don't give you some satisfactory
information

in the next few minutes, you're
going to go to a phone

and call your father or Mario or
Russell, or whoever the fuck

those guys are, and they're
going to bop, bop—

shoot me.

But you wouldn't have had
anything to do with that.

It would have just happened.

You're getting way too deep for
me, Alan.

Pardon me.

I keep forgetting that you're
just a simple cheerleader

with nothing on her mind but the
winning

and losing of basketball games.

You know, none of this would
have

happened in the first place if
you hadn't

wanted money from my father.

I was naive.

I thought he was into real
estate and construction.

You know what? Don't start the
accusations—

I didn't know he had rich
daughter

that was into fixing games.

We'll just get into an
argument.

See? I'm not accusing him, only
you.

You are one sick fuck, Alan.

Yeah, well, I'll try and do
better.

In the meantime, you can tell
your family and friends

that the FBI is backing from the
case.

You and they won't have to hear
from them anymore.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

How'd you pull that off?

Modern technology.

You mean, we'll never—

I mean, they won't—

Let me keep they money and you
won't hear any more about it.

About anything?

Well, anything relating to this
case.

I'm sorry I couldn't get you a
blanket

license to fix, embezzle, and
kill

in other areas of your life.

But I'll tell you what, I'll
work on it for you.

You're a strange guy, Alan.

Well, we can't all be normal,
if there is such a thing.

We weren't really going
anywhere.

I mean, it's not like you were
going

to ask me to marry you and have
your children, were you?

No, I can't say that I was.

Then I Think it all worked out
for the best.

That's not a bad way of looking
at it.

You really are kind of cute,
you know that?

Thanks.

I'm sure glad you didn't have to
have me killed.

I would have been much less cute
as a corpse.

I gotta run.

Yeah, give me a year or two,
I'm

sure I'll get sufficiently
sentimental about the memory

of our relationship.

Take your time.

So I guess we can say, you
saved me twice.

Saved— never.

helped— maybe.

No, you saved my mind and my
freedom.

You saved my life.

No way I could ever balance the
books with you.

Sounds like a polite way of
saying goodbye.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

I know. I'm teasing.

I don't handle compliments too
gracefully.

Well, at the risk of making you

feel even more uncomfortable, I
should

apologize to you as well. - For
what?

For having caused an abrupt end

to that little erotic triangle
you were obviously enjoying

so much with America's finest.

I think I'll survive.

It had just about played itself
out anyway.

So tell me something.

Why did you choose—

Teddy and Kelly in particular,
or sex in general?

Oh, well, sex in general I
think I understand.

Although, you are farther out
than I guess—

Than who? Than you?

You are 22 now.

Let's compare notes when you're
28 and we'll see who's where.

Yeah, well what— what about
them?

I mean, why choose such—

Why two FBI agents?

Maybe because they were FBI
agents.

Yeah, well I don't want to be
rude, but—

Oh, come on, be rude.

I think I can handle it.

What does that make you, some
kind of collector?

The way I see it, you're on
this earth

for about a split second.

You find out what excites you
and as long

as you're not forcing it, or
hurting anyone, you try it.

- What about love? - What about
it?

Don't you want to fall in love
and have children?

Sure, if it happens.

But you cant make yourself want
something?

Do you think you and I could
ever do that?

- Fall in love? - Why not?

With each other?

Yeah, of course, with each
other.

I wouldn't rule it out.

Yeah, that's the way I feel—

wouldn't rule it out.

Wouldn't rule it out.

In the meantime, I think I've
gone about

as far as I can in your general
thinking about life and sanity

and madness and death.

I think what I need to do is get
concrete, find something

that I can get good at and
something

that I can make a living doing.

Any ideas?

Yeah, actually.

I thought of it last night, as I
was going to sleep.

Are you serious?

Yeah, well, I'm not saying it's

going to be forever, or even for
the next year,

but I'm going to try it.

Good for you.

Those pictures last night don't
really count.

No one's going to put them on
exhibit.

Do you want be my first subject?

It would be my pleasure.

Stand over there.

Oh, ran out.

Well, we'll do more later.

I hope so.

I want to start looking out more
and get away from just

looking in, Contemplating.

The navel of my own void.

I want to look out at the world
and see it, and seize it,

and maybe even enrich it.

I want to look at you, inside
and out.

I want to see you from every
angle and every way.

Well, don't sign in blood just
yet.

You may want to reconsider.

Uh-uh.

No way.

I gotta go teach my class.

Tonight at 8:00?

Tonight at 8:00.

Look at the water, honey.

See the water?

Isn't it neat?

Excuse me?

Do you mind? - Brendan?

Brendan?

Look it.

Do you want to have your picture
taken?

Hey?

Can I take your picture?

Yeah?

Don't be afraid.

I'm just going to take your
picture.

Come a little closer.

Go ahead.

Go look at his camera.

You see his camera.

Come here.

Now, give me a nice muscle-man
pose.

There we go.

There.

yeah.

Sometimes it never ends.

Sometimes it never ends. Never
ends.

Never ends. LSD 25.

Never ends.

Is everything OK?

Never
ends.

Never ends. Never ends.

Never ends. LSD 25.

Everything's OK.

I hope you're right.

Fading, enter hero.

Fucked up with a girl.

Star-crossed, fate is cruel too,
but I'm still hanging on.

To your hair, your face, your
eyes, your smile, the way

you're free just like a child.

Your arms embrace, your lips I
taste,

the way you want me everyday.

No more never after.

Nowhere in the world.

Time lost.

Years between us, but I'm still
hanging on to your hair

your face, your eyes, your
smile, the way

you're free just like a child.

your arms embrace, your lips I
taste,

the way you want me everyday.

It's like a dance of sun and
moon the way

you walk into a room.

you mesmerize and compromise and
now I'll never break away.

Night falls on a hero.

she walked across the floor.

And every time that I hold her,
baby, it all comes back around.

back around— your hair, your
face, your eyes your smile,

the way' you're free just like a
child, your arms embrace,

your lips I taste, The way you
want me everyday.

It's like a dance of sun and
moon,

the way you walk into a room.

you mesmerize and compromise and
now I'll never break away.

Woo. Hoo.

Woo. Hoo.

Woo.

Hoo.

Woo.

Hoo.

Woo.

Hoo.

Woo.

Hoo.

yeah.

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