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(DRUM STICKS CLACKING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING)
Sometimes I feel like

Throwing my hands
up in the air

I know I can count on you

Sometimes I feel like saying,
"Lord, I just don't care"

But you've got the love
I need to see me through

Sometimes it seems that
the going is just too rough

And things go wrong
no matter what I do

Now and then it seems
that life is just too much

You've got the love
I need to see me through

Oh, you got the love

You got the love

You got the love I need
to see me through

Oh, you got the love

You got the love

You've got the love I need
to see me through

When things go wrong
and you're my daily meal

Oh, oh

I know

I know my savior's
love is real

Oh, you got the love

You got the love

You got the love I need
to see me through

Oh, you got the love

You got the love

You got the love I need
to see me through

Sometimes I feel like throwing
my hands up in the air

I know I can count on you

FRED: You can't smoke here.

What... Not even outside?

FRED: Not even inside.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, pardon me,
Mr. Ballinger...

Or may I call you "Maestro"?

(CLEARS THROAT)

May I ask how your
holiday is going?

Very well, thank you.

Have you been
coming here long?

I have been coming here
for about 20 years.

I used to come
with my wife

and now, I keep
coming on my own.

But... Why Switzerland,
Maestro?

Well, it's close to Italy.
After London and New York,

I was director of
the Venice orchestra.

Of course.

For 24 years.

How silly of me!

And are you still directing
or composing, Maestro?

No, I'm retired.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Maestro, as I indicated
to you in my letter,

I work for the Ceremonies

and Events Office
at Buckingham Palace.

You work for the Queen?

(STUTTERS)
In a sense, yes.
Good.

I find monarchies
so endearing.

Uh...

If I may, Maestro,

why exactly do you find
the monarchy endearing?

It's so vulnerable.

You eliminate one person...

And all of a sudden

the whole world changes.

Like in a marriage.

Maestro, Her Majesty the
Queen would be honored

to confer a knighthood
upon you this coming June.

Good.

Her Majesty the Queen
will be delighted

to learn you
have accepted.
Her Majesty the Queen

has never been
delighted at anything.

EMISSARY: (CHUCKLES)
Well, what is more,

your investiture
just so happens

to coincide with
the birthday

of His Royal Highness,
The Prince Philip.

And the Queen would very much
like to give him a concert

by the BBC
Concert Orchestra...

I don't conduct anymore.

I'm sure you haven't
forgotten how it's done.

No...

I haven't forgotten
how it's done.

EMISSARY: Prince Philip
and the Queen will be
simply ecstatic to hear you

conduct your famous
"Simple Songs."

Ah.

I will not conduct
my "Simple Songs."

Why not?

Personal reasons.

The great soprano Sumi Jo
has agreed to sing.

Sumi Jo won't do.

EMISSARY: Then tell me
which soprano will do,

and you shall have her.

FRED: No one will do.

(PLASTIC WRAPPER CRACKLING)

Well...

I shall relay our
conversation to the Queen.

Good day, Maestro.

Do you see that?

Is that him?

Why yes...

It is!

ASSISTANT 2: God!

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Anjelah!

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(GAS HISSING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(CREAKING)

(CROWS CAWING)

FRED: Melanie!

(PANTING)

(ONWARD PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

MAN: (SINGING) Displayed
in all the things I see

There's a love
you showed to me...

I was thinking today

how you and I have
the same problem.

Is that so?

We've been misunderstood
our whole lives

because we allowed
ourselves to give in

just once to
a little levity.

Levity is an
irresistible temptation.

I've worked with

all the great European
and American directors,

but I'll be remembered
forever for Mister Q,

for a fucking robot.

I had to wear a suit of armor
that weighed 200 pounds,

you couldn't
even see my face,

but every five minutes
someone has to come up

and remind me that
I did Mister Q.

The same way
they remind you

that you did those
Simple Songs.

And they forget

that you also composed
The Black Prism,

The Life of Hadrian,
and all the rest.

Because levity is
also a perversion.

(ONWARD CONTINUES PLAYING)

FRED: What are you
doing in Europe?

I'm doing a new film,
uh, in Germany,

starting in a month.
I'm developing the role.

Is it a light-hearted role?

That depends on
your point of view.

And is all going well?

We'll see.

(CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC STOPS)
(APPLAUSE)

Well, it's late for me.

Not for me.

Good night.

(ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
From my view
at 32nd street

(GREETS IN TIBETAN)

(SEQUINS JANGLE)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

FRED: Did you
take a piss today?

Twice.

(SIGHS)

Four drops. You?

The same.
More or less.

More or less?

Less.

Look how beautiful they are.
(CHUCKLES)

FRED: Beautiful.

MICK: If you only
knew how moving it is

to see them working
on the script,

they're so passionate.

See those two?

They're falling in love,
but they don't know it yet.

FRED: How do you know?

I know because I know

everything there is
to know about love.

Maybe you could give me
some lessons one day.

(LAUGHS) It's late now.

Have you heard the latest?

Joyce Owens,
Miss Universe,
is coming to stay.

Apparently one of her prizes
is a free week in our hotel.

Yeah, I heard.

But it seems more
like a punishment

than a prize to me.

(MICK CHUCKLES)

FRED: How's the
script coming?

It's going to be
a masterpiece.

My testament.

And Brenda is going
to be an unforgettable
leading lady.

We came upon
a title today.

"Life's Last Day."

What do you think?

That's good.

Good.

I'm going to
get some sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

(RINGING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

That guy who levitates
is out here.

FRED: I've been
coming here for years.

He has never levitated.

So, where did you
decide to go?

We are going
to Polynesia
for two weeks.

Julian went
overboard, as usual.

Good.
You're gonna be glad

to have the room
to yourself now.

I've just been in your way.

Not at all. You
kept me company.

Mick is working
and I get bored.

LENA: You won't be
bored for a minute

because I have arranged
the full service for you.

You are going to
have a massage,

sauna, check-ups
with the doctor,

every single day
to help you get
back in shape.

At my age, getting in shape
is merely a waste of time.

I'm going to be
even more bored.

You're a victim of
your own apathy, Daddy.

Why don't you
go to Venice one
of these days?

You could bring
flowers to Mommy.

Oh, I've been
meaning to tell you,

the French have emailed
me every single day.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

They insist that you
write your memoirs.

What should I do?

Let them insist.

(KISSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

I'll call you as
soon as I get there.

Bye, Daddy.

FRED: Have fun.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MASSEUSE: Would you mind
turning on your back, please?

(FRED GROANS)

(SIZZLING)

After pain come pleasure.

And then pain again.

(SIGHS)

Phew.

How's it going,
Mr. Ballinger?

It's going.

I don't know where,
but it's going.

My daughter says
I'm apathetic.

Is it that obvious?
(CHUCKLES)

MAN: You've been watching
too many movies, you idiot,

you've forgotten
what life's about!

Exactly!

Movies are life!
All you do
is criticize.

If you only had some
inspiration for once.

Exactly!

Didn't they teach you
at film school that
inspiration doesn't exist?

Inspiration's a lie.

There's no such thing
as inspiration,

only fermentation.

Exactly!

You just don't recognize it,
because you have zero talent.

MAN 2: Exactly.

What the fuck are you doing?
Agreeing with everyone?

Of course! I'm
timid and insecure.

My parents never gave
me any encouragement.

I've never had
a girlfriend

and I have serious doubts
about my sexual orientation.

Stop it! You're not
going to move me.

My aunt has polio.
(LAUGHS)

Don't you dare accuse me

of having no talent
again, you idiot.

WOMAN: Now's not the time
for fermentation,

you untalented parasite.

You're really
getting on my nerves.

We have to come up
with an ending

and you're wasting time

talking philosophy
and big ideas.

He's on his deathbed,

he can barely talk,

and he whispers to his wife,

"Don't cry, honey.

"You know I've
always found women

"who weep frivolous
and repulsive."

Nice!

What a totally
asinine idea.

What else?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

You won't fool me...

I know you can't levitate.

(CHUCKLES)

(FRED BLOWS NOSE)

(PLASTIC WRAPPER CRACKLING)
(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

That's everything.

(EXHALES)

Don't you need anything?

What do you need
Band-Aids for?

I don't.

I'm doing it out of
solidarity with you.

Oh, fuck you.

You pay!

Do you remember Gilda?

The film?

No, Gilda Black.

The Gilda we were
both in love with.

Gilda Black?

What are you going
and remembering her for?

That was a hundred
years ago.

To me, it is
like yesterday.

I would have given
20 years of my life

to have slept with her.

That would have been
a pretty stupid thing!

Gilda Black wasn't worth
20 years of your life.

She wasn't worth
a single day.

How do you know?

Did you sleep with her?

What? What did you say?

You heard me.

Sixty years ago you swore
you never slept with her

out of respect for
my love for her.

Now you've
changed your tune.

Look,

I have something to confess.

Fine, go ahead.

The real tragedy,

and believe me, it
really is a tragedy,

is that I can't even remember
if I slept with Gilda Black.

FRED: Are you serious?

MICK: I swear.

I'm wondering what happens
to your memory over time.

I can't remember my family.

I don't remember their
faces or how they talked.

Last night I was watching
Lena while she was asleep

and I was thinking about

all those thousands
of little things

that I've done for
her as her father.

And I have done
them deliberately,

so that she would
remember them

when she grows up.

But in time,

she won't remember
a single thing.

Tremendous effort, Mick.

Tremendous effort, Mick,

with a modest result.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(COWBELLS TINKLING)

(BRANCHES CREAKING)

(MOOING)

(COWBELLS TINKLING)

(MOOING)

(SHUSHING)

(COWBELLS STOP TINKLING)

(COWBELLS TINKLING IN TUNE)

(FLY BUZZING)

(MOOING)

(BRANCH CREAKS)

(COWBELLS TINKLING)

(COWS LOWING)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES SOFTLY)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

(GROANING)

MICK: They're going
to talk tonight,
you'll see.

FRED: I will bet you

30 Swiss francs

they don't say a word
the entire dinner.

MICK: I'm so sure
they're going to talk.

I'll raise you to 50.

Done.

FRED: Including
the last few days,

you owe me, uh,

250 Swiss francs.

(WOMAN SINGING)

Met you by surprise

I didn't realize

That my life would
change forever

Saw you standing there

I didn't know I cared...

MICK: Today?

FRED: Not today.

You?

Nothing.

Let's hope we take
a piss tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(ARGUING IN GERMAN)

(WOMAN CRYING)

That's great, Nick.

I'm glad you like
the second draft.

Sure, we'll work some
more on the ending.

I talked to Brenda.
Everything's all set.

She can't wait.

When is she ever going to get
a part like this at her age!

If it's okay with you,

I'd like to start scouting
out locations next month.

Perfect. Bye.

What happened to you?

You look like you have
been to a funeral.

Your son has
left my daughter.

Fuck!
What are you talking about?

They were boarding
the plane to Polynesia

and right there
in the tunnel he
stops and tells her

he's fallen in love
with another woman.

Nothing like being in a tunnel

to make you feel
you're in a tunnel.

How profound! You're quite
the magician of metaphor.

And then he took this
other woman on vacation?

At least he had
the good taste not
to do that. At least.

And Lena?

Lena's in her room
crying her eyes out.

I've never seen anyone
cry that much in my life.

I read somewhere
that tear ducts
can produce tears

for three days
without stopping.

I heard that too.

On a BBC documentary.

He's on his deathbed,
and he says to her,

"Let's watch one final

"BBC documentary
together, darling."

(ALL LAUGHING)

FRED: Okay guys,
knock it off.

I'm not so sure that's true,
though, about the tear ducts.

I read that somewhere
in a popular magazine

and they tend
to exaggerate.

Better for sales, you know.

I think we're getting
off the mark.

I think you're right.

Julian's such a shit.

Just like his
mother. Remember?

Yeah.

I'm gonna call
my shithead son.

What for? To convince him

to get back together
with Lena? It's hopeless.

Julian, this is your father,

even though at this point,
based on the evidence,

I'm not so sure
you are my son.

(ZIPPER FASTENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MICK: How are you
always so sure

they're not
going to speak?

I know something
about them.

The waiter told me.

What?
I'm not gonna tell you.

Tell me right
this minute.

Besides, I can always get
the waiter to tell me too.

A little bribe...

Alright, I'll tell you.

They're mute.

You little shit!
(LAUGHING)

Give me back my money.

All of it.

You are so gullible!

It's a joke.
They're not mute.

What the hell
is going on?

Well, it's really
rather banal, Dad.

I fell in love
with another woman.

Who's 18?
No, Dad.

She's 30.
A reasonable age.

However old she is,
you've really fucked up.

That's your opinion.

MICK: Lena is an
extraordinary woman.

At this point of
course, I realize

that she's completely
wasted on you.

Perhaps.

She's far too
intelligent for you.

Why did you
make me come?

I'm not about to
change my mind.

That's what
they all say,
at the beginning.

Then eventually
they wind up

begging their spouse
to take them back.

Mom left you and she never
begged you to take her back.

(SIGHS)

What did I tell you?

You see now where
he gets it from,
this asshole?

Are we allowed to know

who this whore you've
fallen in love with is?

Me.

I am the woman Julian
has lost his head for.

We're going to get married

as soon as his
divorce is finalized.

And who the fuck are you?

I'm Paloma Faith.

And I'm not a whore.

I'm a singer.

MICK: Excuse me, Miss,

would you mind giving
us a moment alone?

Okay, but not for too long.

Forgive me, Julian,

but I'm really
trying to understand.

Lena is a beautiful
woman, a dream.

And this one here

is the most
insignificant woman

on the face
of the planet.

What the fuck do
you see in her?

You really want to know?

Yes, Julian,
I really want
to know.

She's really good in bed.

LENA: So who is this bitch?

FRED: Her name
is Paloma Faith.

LENA: (SCOFFS)
What does she do?

FRED: The most obscene
job in the world.

LENA: (CHUCKLES)
She's a prostitute?

FRED: Worse.
She's a pop star.

Pop star...

And what was it that
Julian said about her?

I already told you.

No you didn't, all
you did was babble

something incomprehensibly.

No, it was Julian
who was babbling.

He's not right
to the head.

Oh!

It doesn't seem
that way to me.

He must have made 20
decisions in two hours.

He moved out.
He found an apartment.

He spoke on the phone
to a divorce lawyer.

That doesn't really seem
like a confused man to me.

(SIGHING) You keep
on saying to me

that this woman is
ugly and insignificant,

so what is it that
Julian sees in her

that he didn't see in me?

Now, how should I know?

You said that
Mick asked him!

Did I?
Yes.

I want to know what
was Julian's response!

I don't remember.

Oh, God, you're really
pissing me off now, Daddy.

You remember perfectly well,
you're really a horrible liar!

(STAMMERING) I swear.

He was just mumbling
some idiocy.

If you don't tell me,
I swear I'm going to scream

right here and now.

I want to know what he said.

What the fuck does
this bitch have,

according to Julian,
that I don't?

I want to know,
I want to know
what he said!

He said...

Yes?

She was good in bed.

You didn't have
to tell me that!

Believe me, Lena,

I can understand you.

Really, I can.

You can understand me...

Like hell that you can!

Mommy would have been
able to understand me.

Mommy found herself
in the same situation

I'm in now, with you,
dozens of times.

She always pretended
not to know.

You had a stream of women
but she just kept going.

Not just for us children,
but above all, for you.

She loved you and
so she forgave you.

No matter what happened,

she still wanted
to be with you.

But who were you?

Who?

That's what I always
asked myself.

You never gave anything.

Not to her,
not to me, nothing.

You gave everything
to your music.

Music, music, music!

There was nothing
else in your life.

And aridness.

Never a caress, never a hug,
never a kiss, nothing.

You never knew anything
about your children.

You never knew
if we were happy,

if we were suffering. Nothing.

Everything was on
Mommy's shoulders.

At home, the only thing
you'd ever say to her

were two words.
"Quiet, Melanie."

And Mommy would explain to us,
"Quiet, Daddy's composing."

"Quiet, Daddy's resting,
he has a concert tonight."

"Quiet, Daddy's on the phone."

"Quiet, Daddy has Stravinsky

"coming to the house
later tonight."

You wanted to be Stravinsky,

but you don't have a
single drop of his genius.

"Quiet, Melanie!"

were the only two things
you knew how to say.

You don't know the first
thing about my mother.

You never bothered
to take care of her.

And even now,

you haven't brought her
flowers for 10 years.

And then that letter.

You think Mommy never read it?

Well, you're wrong.

She found it and she read
it. And I read it too.

You probably don't even
remember that letter,

but we do.

The letter we found in which

you professed your
love for another man.

Mommy had to endure
that humiliation too.

"My necessary experimentation

"in sexual matters,"
as you put it.

So your musical
experimentation

wasn't enough for you.

No, you had to experiment
with homosexuality too!

And you didn't give a fuck

about all the anguish
you caused her.

So don't tell me that
you can understand

because you don't
understand a fucking thing.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

Gracias.

Gracias, gracias.

(CHOIR SINGING)
Just your mouth

Just your love

Stop telling me what to do!

If I wanna bite my
nails, I will! Ugh!

Just your name

And my soul

And my soul

And my fingers

And my beloved

And my beloved

Just your beloved

And my own vineyard

And my soul

Just your flock

Just your companions

Just your kids

Just your cheeks

Just your neck

Just your couch

And my perfume

And my beloved

And my breasts

And my beloved

And my love

Just your eyes

And my beloved

FRED: This morning
I did this big,
powerful piss.

And I was so happy!

I haven't been so
happy in a long time.

Good, I'm happy for you.

No, it's only a joke, Mick.

I mean, you know,
it wasn't like that.

Don't joke about
these things, Fred.

Prostate is serious.

You always fall
for my jokes, Mick.

You've been believing my
every word for 60 years.

I invent stories, Fred.

I have to believe everything
in order to make things up.

Do you remember
the other day,
when you told me

you don't remember
your parents anymore?

No, I don't remember.

Of course you do.

Well, you made me realize

that not only do I not
remember my parents anymore,

but my childhood,
for example,

I don't remember
a thing about it.

There's only one thing
I still remember.

What?

The precise moment when
I learned to ride a bike.

And this morning,
as if by magic...

I remembered the
moment right after.

When you fell off.

How the fuck did you know?

That happens to everybody.

You learn something,
you're happy,

and then you
forget to brake.

(THUMPING)

(WOMAN GRUNTING LOUDLY)

(BOTH GRUNTING LOUDLY)

(YELLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

How's the work on
the role going?

Pretty well, actually.

I've come up with some
interesting details.

FRED: Good.

Maybe the problem is Julian
and I never had children.

I don't know what
the problem is.

I'm not going to try
and cheer you up

by lying and talking
about things

I never knew about.

You were right.

Music is all I understand.
And do you know why?

Because you don't need words

or an experience
to understand it.

It just is.

Your mother would
have understood you.

I can't.

But your mother's not here.

(CONTINUES SINGING IN FRENCH)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Come on with it!

How would you gon'
do love this way?

I work so hard
for you every day

Ooh!

While you out late night
doin' what you do

Chilin' with who?

While I'm sitting at home

Come on with it!

MAN: I don't know what
this world is coming to

I just can't rely on you

CHORUS: I just
can't rely on you

I just can't rely on you

CHORUS: I just
can't rely on you

Wait a minute

'Cause that's why you drive me

Out of my mind

(DISTORTED)
I just can't
rely on you

(LENA SCREAMS)
(FRED GASPS)

(BOTH PANTING)

What happened?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Daddy, I have to tell you
something that is personal.

Tell me, Lena.

Julian's an ass.

Because...

I'm really good in bed.

I know.

What do you mean you know?

You're my daughter.

And, in all modesty,

I was a wonder
between the sheets.

(LAUGHING)

It's true! (LAUGHS)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(VIOLIN CONTINUES PLAYING)

Do you know who
composed the piece

that you're practicing?

No. Who?

Me.

I don't believe you.

What's it called?

"Simple Song No. 3."

And what's the
composer's name?

Fred Ballinger.

And you, what's
your name?

Fred Ballinger.

You can check at
the front desk.

I'm staying here.

Incredible!

Yeah, it is incredible.

My teacher makes
me play it.

He says it's a perfect
piece to start with.

Yes, he's right.
It's simple.

It's not only simple.

Oh, really?

It's also really beautiful.

Yes, it is beautiful.

I composed it
while I still loved.

May I do something

while you're
still playing?

Keep playing.

There.

Daddy, where have you been?

This man's been in here
for over an hour.

He says he's the
Queen's emissary.

Shit!

I told him to make himself
comfortable in our room.

Be nice.

Now, I was just wondering

if we could maybe head
out onto the terrace.

No, it's too cold.

But you can smoke those
in here, if you like.

Are you serious?
Yeah.

The hotel manager
is a music lover.

I get a few little privileges.

You have no idea

how much pleasure
this gives to me.

Are you feeling tense?

(CHUCKLES) I'll say.
(FRED CHUCKLES)

There you go.

We don't have much time
so I'll skip the formalities.

I'm having a
thorough cleansing

of my intestines today.

(COUGHS)

Bloody hell!

Right, I was unable
to convince the Queen.

I relayed your reticence
about the songs to her.

I proposed an
alternative repertoire.

An alternative musician.
An alternative evening.

She doesn't want
alternatives. (LAUGHS)

She wants you and only you
and only your Simple Songs.

It's all that
Prince Philip
listens to.

Well, I don't want
to be rude. But
it's impossible.

Why?

I told you the
last time we met.

Personal reasons.

And is there no way to resolve
these personal reasons?

Unfortunately, no.

(EMISSARY CLEARS THROAT)

I'm begging you, Maestro.

I have a difficult job,

I simply have to
return to London

with a positive answer.

But my answer is negative.

I don't understand. What
exactly doesn't work?

Is it the date?

Is it the location?
Is it the orchestra?

Is it the soprano?
Is it the Queen?

Please, don't insist.

Personal reasons.

What are these bloody
personal reasons?

Personal means that I'm
not obliged to answer.

Let's see if we can resolve
these personal problems then.

What is it that is wrong?

The soprano.

We'll get a
different one, then.

FRED: It wouldn't
make any difference.

Even though Sumi Jo
is the absolute best

and she has already
expressed her enthusiasm

at being directed by you.

I'm not interested.

What is it you
have against her?

Nothing! I've never
even met her.

Never even met her!

That's enough!

EMISSARY: I'm sorry,

I just do not understand.

What exactly
is the problem?

The problem is that I composed
the Simple Songs for my wife.

And only she has
ever performed them

and only she has
recorded them.

And as long as I live,

she will be the only
one to sing them.

The problem is, dear sir,

my wife can't
sing any more.

Now do you understand?

Do you?
Yes.

Yes, I do understand.

I beg your pardon, Maestro.

(EMISSARY CLEARS THROAT)

FRED: Lena?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SNIFFLING) Yes?

Stop crying.

Please.

Okay.

(SNIFFLES)

(LAUGHS)

(RINGING)

(ONWARD PLAYING)

I'm going to give you a
different type of massage

because you are stressed.

No, to be precise,

you're not stressed,
you're emotional.

You understand everything
with your hands, don't you?

We can understand all sorts
of things by touching.

Who knows why people
are so afraid of touching?

FRED: Maybe it's
because they think

it has something to
do with pleasure.

MASSEUSE: That's just
another good reason

for touching
instead of talking.

Don't you like to talk?

I never have anything to say.

MAN: (SINGING) Displayed
in all the things I see

There's a love
you showed to me...

Come look.

Now listen,

do you see that
mountain over there?

WOMAN: Yeah,
it seems really close.

MICK: Exactly.

That's what you see
when you're young.

Everything seems
really close.

That's the future.

And now...

And that's what you
see when you're old.

Everything seems
really far away.

That's the past.

Brenda can't wait
to get started.

And I am so proud

of having written this
screenplay with you.

I've made 20 films

but they're all irrelevant,
this is the only film

that means anything to me.

It's my sentimental,
intellectual,

and moral testament.

So, let's toast
to the completion

of the third draft
of Life's Last Day.

What about the ending, Mick?

The ending,

we'll come up with
one, sooner or later.

Cheers!

Hey, Fred Ballinger.

Hi.

I checked at the front desk

and you really are
Fred Ballinger.

Good.

I'm glad to see you put your
mind to rest on that score.

There's something else
I wanted to tell you too.

You go right ahead.

I wanted to tell you that
ever since you corrected

the position of my elbow,

I play better,
the sounds come
more naturally.

(SIGHS) Good.

Do you know why?

Because you're left-handed.

And all left-handed
people are irregular,

so an irregular
position helps.

Gentlemen,

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

I'm left-handed too.

Christ! The whole world
knows you're left-handed.

Thank you!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm Luca.

Luca Moroder.

Hello.

I'm a mountaineer.

And I teach climbing.

I give lessons
here at the hotel.

Oh.
And you?

What do you do?

Well, I have two jobs.

I'm a daughter and I'm also
an assistant to my father.

Two jobs, huh?

Yeah.

This is a Forerunner 620.

It has a color
touch display.

It estimates VO2max values,

the maximum rate of
oxygen consumption

during maximum exertion.

I'd like to give it to
my cousin for Christmas.

LENA: Hmm.

We always go
climbing together.

He was supposed
to be here, too,

but he broke his femur
in the bathtub.

Oh.

Bathtubs are more
dangerous than Everest.

(LUCA CHUCKLES)

LUCA: How true.

Do you know what I found
once on the K2 summit?

No, what?

A bedside table.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

I opened the drawer,

but it was empty.

It's an amazing feeling,
climbing, you know?

A real sense of freedom.

Uh, all I feel is fear.

That's an amazing
feeling too, you know.

JIMMY: So who's the
most talented actress

you've ever worked
with, Mr. Boyle?

MICK: Brenda Morel.
Without a doubt.

A genius.

She couldn't have read more
than two books her whole life.

And one of them was
her autobiography,

written by a
ghostwriter, naturally.

A genius in what sense?

If you know how to steal,
you don't need training.

Stealing becomes
your education.

That's how Brenda is.

Even when,
thanks to my films,
she become a diva,

she never forgot
where she was from.

The street was
her real home.

And that's where she
stayed, on the street,

stealing everything.

Which is how she created
such unforgettable characters.

And won two Oscars.

(BALL WHOOSHING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING AND GRUNTING)

(THE BREEZE PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHS)

MAN: (SINGING)
I'd like to touch you

But I've forgotten how...

Climb on my shoulders.

Okay.

Now, as we climb,

look down.

See how beautiful the
world is from up here?

LENA: The French called again.

They really want to do
that book with you,

your memoirs.

They want the whole picture,

they want your life,
your work...

What shall I say?

Tell them, uh...

LENA: Tell them what?

To forget me.

Tell them that.

(STUTTERS) I'm retired.

I'm done!

With work and with life.

Cut the crap!

Your music conveyed
surprising, new emotions.

Emotions can be
overrated too, Mick.

JIMMY: These shows
are really pathetic.

All that's missing is a mime.

We usually get
one of those

by the end of
the season as well.

Good.

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

(HORNS BLOWING)

HOTEL MANAGER:
Excuse me, Mr. Tree.

Miss Universe is here.

It's such a pleasure
to meet you.

I'm a huge fan of
yours. (CHUCKLES)

I literally went crazy
when you played Mister Q.

I never miss a robot movie,
but that one's...

my favorite.

Thank you.

Do you ever watch any
other kinds of films,

other than robot movies?

Of course! I've got my
whole life ahead of me,

and I want to be an actress.

I don't want to just, um,

rely on my beauty.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, do you...
Do you study?

Or do you just
watch reality TV?

I appreciate irony.

But when it is
drenched in poison

it is drained of its force

and reveals something else.

What?

Frustration.

I'm frustrated,
Miss Universe.

I'm happy I took part in
the Miss Universe pageant.

Are you happy you
played Mister Q?

She's not at all stupid,
Miss Universe.

(CHUCKLES) Not at all!

(CLOCKS TICKING)

(CLOCKS CHIMING)

I saw you in a film once.

So you liked Mister Q as well?

No.

I saw you in that
film where you play

a father who never
knew his son

and meets him for the first
time in a highway diner

when the son's 14.

But nobody saw that movie!

There was a bit of
dialog I really liked,

when your son says,

"Why weren't you
a father to me?"

And you say,

"I didn't think
I was up to it."

At that moment I understood
something really important.

What?

That no one in the whole
world feels up to it.

So there's no
reason to worry.

Bye. See you at the hotel.

JIMMY: What do you
do all day, Fred?

They tell me I'm apathetic,

so I don't do anything.

Don't you miss your work?

Not at all.

I worked far too
much, anyway.

So what do you miss?

I miss my wife.

My wife, Melanie.

I read on Wikipedia...
(CHUCKLES)

that you hung out

with Stravinsky
for a while when
you were young.

Yes, I did.

What was he like?

Well, he was very, um...

placid.

Placid? That's all?

(CHUCKLES)

Be generous with me, Fred.
I need a generous friend.

Tell me about Stravinsky.

Well, he once said that
intellectuals had no taste.

So from that moment on
I did everything I could

not to become an intellectual.

And I succeeded.

And you? What do you miss?

(SIGHS)

Nothing, I'd say. Luckily.

Come on!

Be generous with me, Jimmy.

What I missed
I discovered
four months ago

while reading Novalis.

You read Novalis?

Well, even actors
from California

when they're
not getting drunk,

snorting coke,
or hanging out with
anorexic models,

occasionally
read Novalis.

You're right, I'm sorry.

I'm just an old man
with prejudices.

And what does Novalis say?

"I'm always going home...

"always going to
my father's house."

(CEILING GAZING PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) Laying in
my bed, ceiling gazing

Wide awake with jet
lag from Australia

Got a stack of mail
and a wedding invitation

(CROWD CHEERING)

From a new, young relative
I've never even knew

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What are you thinking about?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

The future.

Got me thinking about
my grandpa for some reason

(SPRAYING)

Last time I saw him
he was in a box

And they were lowering
him into the ground

St. Mary's Church
stood so high

It was the first and the
last time I saw my dad cry...

MAN: He's on his deathbed,
and murmurs to her,

"I should have
devoted myself to you,

"and to our love,

"instead of wasting my life

"trying to become the king
of insurance policies."

Maybe he says
something banal to her,

real simple, like,

"Take care of yourself."

No.

We have to stay
with the physical pain

right up to the end.

How about if he says,

"Not even morphine
can help me now."

What if he focuses on
some insignificant detail?

If he said something like,

"I wonder whatever
happened to that key ring

"you gave me 25 years ago,

"the one shaped
like a horseshoe?"

No.

He doesn't say anything
on his deathbed.

She's the one who talks.

Brenda.

She says...

"I lost so much time
because of you, Michael.

"I lost the best
years of my life."

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(CUP CLANGS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(COUGHS)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(THUD)

(WOMAN GASPS)

MICK: Good morning!

I've never told you
how sorry I am about

how things ended
between you and Julian.

I mean, I want
to apologize
for his behavior.

You don't have to apologize,
it's not your fault.

Let's face it...

As a father,
I could have
done more.

Ugh! Let's face it,

Julian picked up the scent.

I've started to smell it too.

What scent?

Scent of freedom.

Oh, right!

I know that scent.

Hey, Daddy really didn't
say anything to you

about the Queen?

About how he refused to

conduct his Simple Songs
in London for her?

MICK: He didn't
tell me a thing.

LENA: Gosh, you guys have
a strange friendship.

Strange?

No, it's a good friendship.

And in a good friendship,

you only tell each
other the good things.

He must have thought
that the Queen's concert

wasn't one of them.

LENA: He said the reason
he couldn't conduct

the Simple Songs was

my mother is the only person
on Earth who could sing them.

He said that?

He said that to the
Queen's emissary.

(CHUCKLES)

It took him 80 years

to finally say
something romantic,

and he goes ands says it
to the Queen's emissary!

You know, sometimes
when I'm asleep at night

he watches me.

And last night he
stroked my cheek

for the first time in my life.

Only I wasn't asleep, I was
pretending to be asleep.

Parents know when
their children

are pretending to be asleep.

MICK: It's years since
you went to see Melanie.

Why don't you go?

Venice is so close.

Don't you agree?

There is something that
keeps getting into my head.

What?

What it would have
been like to have slept

with Gilda Black!

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

I wonder, too!

Liar!

FRED: You know the difference
between you and me?

MICK: What?

FRED: Ultimately,

I never liked life
well enough.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MICK: Brenda wanted
to play Eva Braun

a hundred years ago.

She spent six months
working on that role.

I've been studying
all the hotel guests

for weeks now.

I have been meticulously
observing you, and Fred,

Lena, the Russians, the Arabs,
the young and the old.

And I have finally
come to a conclusion.

I have to choose.

I have to choose what is
really worth telling,

horror or desire.

And I choose desire.

You, each one of you...

You opened my eyes.

You made me see
that I should not
be wasting my time

on the senselessness
of horror.

I can't do this,
I can't play Hitler.

I wanna tell your
desire, my desire.

So pure,
so impossible,
so immoral,

but it doesn't matter because
that's what makes us so alive.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISPERS) Who is she?

God.

What do you mean,
who is she?

Miss Universe.

But, she looks different,

unrecognizable.

MICK: She's been transformed,

from watching all
those robot movies.

ATTENDANT: Excuse me.

Mr. Boyle,

there's someone
here to see you.

Can't you see we're

enjoying the last great
idyll of our lives?

MICK: Well, who's
the pain in the neck?

Brenda Morel.

Brenda Morel?

Here?

BRENDA: What the hell is this?
It looks like an accident!

It's called Alpine Prison,
by a local artist.

BRENDA: (SCOFFS)
Human beings really know

how to be pathetic
when they try.

(SIGHS) Yes.

Brenda!

What a fabulous,

marvelous surprise!

Hi, Mick.

You look fabulous, Brenda.

The very picture
of radiance
and sex appeal.

You're getting mixed up
with last millennium, Mick.

(BOTH CHUCKLES)

MICK: What, you just
couldn't wait any longer?

We just finished
the latest version,
you know.

We had trouble
with the last scene,

but then yesterday, eureka!

It came to us.
(SIGHS)

So now that you're
here in the flesh,

we can hand it to you.

But didn't you tell me
you were going to be
in Los Angeles?

What are you
doing in Europe?

Brenda...

How many years have we
known each other, Mick?

Jesus, you're putting
me on the spot!

Let me count...

Fifty-three years.

How many films have
we done together?

Nine, ten!

Eleven.

So after 53 years
of friendship

and 11 films together

you don't think I'm gonna
start to bullshit you now,

do you?

No, I don't.

I wouldn't
deserve that.

That's right, you
don't deserve it.

You deserve me to
call a spade a spade.

Which is why I dragged
my ass here from LA.

To talk to you in person.

Look, Brenda, if
it's about scene 21,

where you're described
as "ugly, feeble,

"a pale shadow of
your former beauty,"

please realize that
that's just poetic license.

I want you to be
extraordinary.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

You still preserve intact.

You have to,
that mystery,

that allure that you had
when you first became a diva.

Stop licking my ass, Mick.

It just breaks my
balls even more,

(SIGHS)

especially given what
I've come to tell you.

Why? What did you
come to tell me?

I'm not gonna be
in the movie, Mick.

(SOFTLY) What?

They've offered me a
TV series in New Mexico

with a three-year contract.

An alcoholic grandmother

who's suffered
a serious stroke.

Character's got real balls.

With the money

I can pay for
Jack's drug rehab,

I can pay all the debts of my
idiotic future ex-husband,

and still have enough money
to buy a house in Miami,

which is something I've
wanted to do for 14 years.

That's why I've come
to tell you this.

(MUTTERS) But, uh...

But this is cinema, Brenda!

That's just television.
Television's shit.

No. Television is
the future, Mick.

(SCOFFS) To tell
you the truth,

it's also the present.

Look, let's...

Let's be frank, Mick,

because nobody speaks frankly
in this fucking film world.

You're going on 80,

and like most of
your colleagues,

you're getting
worse with age.

You know,

the last three films you
made were shit, Mick.

I'm telling you,
according to me

and according to everybody,
they were real shit!

How dare you!

How dare you!

So you want
to be frank?

Do you?

Fifty-three years ago,
if it weren't for me,

you would still be crouching
under some producer's desk.

I pulled you out
from under

those big fat
producers' underpants

and made you an actress!

You little shit!

I was just fine in those
producers' underpants.

You know why?
Because I wanted
to be there.

I don't owe anybody anything.

I did it myself.

Really?
I paid my dues.

I got into Actors Studio,

nobody pulled
any strings for me.

I supported myself

washing toilets
all over Brooklyn.

My mother went
into debt for me.

(SIGHS)

And in Hollywood, oh,

when I walked through
that front door,

I was all by my
fucking self!

Marilyn, Rita, Grace,

they shit in their pants
when they saw me coming.

It's all written in
my autobiography,

don't tell me you
haven't read it?

Unfortunately, I have.

Except you didn't write it.

(SCOFFS)

And it's a piece of shit.

The real shit is
your film, Mick.

I understand cinema,
you know I do.

You're the one who doesn't
understand it anymore

because you're old,
you're tired,

you don't know how to see
the world anymore, Mick.

All you know how to see
is your own death,

which is waiting right
around the corner for you.

Your career's over.

I'm just telling you flat
out because I love you.

Nobody is interested in
this testament of yours,

is that what you
call it, testament?

(SIGHS) And you
risk nullifying

all the beautiful films
you've ever done.

Which is unforgivable, Mick!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's only because of me that

they're letting you
do this movie.

So if I pull out,
I'm saving your life.

And your dignity.

You're an ingrate.

An ingrate and an idiot.

Which is why you got ahead.

You're right, Mick.

You're exactly right.

Okay.

I'm going to make this
movie without you.

Oh, come on, Mick.

Life goes on.

Even without all that
cinema bullshit.

(CHIMING)

(BUBBLING)

Do you know how many
actresses I've worked
with in my career?

Lots, I guess.

More than 50.

I've launched more
than 50 actresses.

And they've always
been grateful to me.

I'm a great
women's director.

"That way, Frank,

"that way you'll
never forget me."

Do you remember,
Mr. Boyle?

Sure I remember.

I remember everything
I've ever shot.

(SIGHS) Mr. Boyle, you're
not a great women's director.

You're a great director.

Period.

Okay, I... I've
made up my mind.

I went to the ATM.

And...

What would you
want to do?

Go for a walk.

Would you like
to try climbing?

Do you know I can make a man
go wild in bed, if I want?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MICK: Come on, kids,
what's with the long faces?

Hitches, delays in shooting,

it's a constant in
our line of work.

Get used to it.

I've already talked
with the producer,

we just need another actress

and the shooting starts.

It's just a matter
of waiting a few
more months.

What a bitch that
Brenda Morel is.

Don't talk like that
about Brenda Morel.

She goes where
the wind blows.

Which is what we all do.

And it's what
you all will do,

in order to survive
in this jungle.

It's not true

that she came to Europe
specially to meet you, Mick.

I read that she's
going to Cannes,

some charity ball
at the Film Festival.

Oh, let's not get
caught up in all
this truth, now.

Remember that fiction
is our passion.

Your film-testament is
worth a whole lot more

than one more TV series.

My film-testament?

Let's be rational here,
let's not overrate things.

Most men die not only
without a testament,

but without anyone
even noticing.

Well, most men aren't
great artists like you.

It doesn't make
a difference!

Men, artists,
animals, plants...

We're all just extras.

(BELL DINGING)

(HORN TOOTING)

Mick!

How am I supposed to
say this line, Mick? I...

I don't get it.

How do you want it,
Mick? Sincere?

Smug, wicked?

And my walk? How...

How's my character
supposed to move?

WOMAN: Perhaps you
don't know, James,

that I never even
step foot on a yacht

that is less than 80 feet.

BLOND: Come on, guys,

where did you hide
my lilac slippers?

(WHISTLING)
Enough already.

Prince,
I own six castles
and 20 carriages.

But there is only one thing

I can declare
with certainty...

Life is so tiresome.

(SIRENS BLARING)

FEMALE OFFICER:
If you suffer from
a sciatic pain,

being a police officer
in LA is a real drag!

Oh, Albert, if only you knew
how much it has cost me

to guard my virginity

all these years

until today,

until I met you!

SCI-FI GIRL: The Gamma
reactor's malfunctioning.

Earth will explode

in five, four,

three, two,

one.

Okay, you win,

I'll go to bed with you,

on one condition.

That you don't come.

That way, Frank,

that way you'll
never forget me.

Come on, guys, where did you
hide my lilac slippers?

Enough already!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTERING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

So you, uh, spoke
to the producer?

I've been in this
business too long

not to know that
without Brenda,

this film is never
going to be made.

Melanie is so beautiful
in that picture.

FRED: You're right...

She is beautiful.

You know, I've come to
understand something, Fred.

That people are either
beautiful or ugly.

The ones in between
are merely cute.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

So, another vacation
almost over.

What will you do next, Fred?

What am I supposed to do?

I'll go home,

the usual routine.

Not me.

I don't do routine.

(SIGHS)

You know what I'm
going to do, Fred?

(SNIFFLES)

I'm going to start
on another film.

You say emotions
are overrated,

but that's bullshit.

Emotions are all we've got.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(THUDS)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Miss,
please, calm down.

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

I've gotta get off this plane.

Mick!
Please calm down, lady.

BRENDA: Mick! Forgive me!

(CLAMORING)

You fucking bitches.
Let me off!

(BELLS CHIMING)

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

(MAN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

I don't think this was
where I was supposed to land.

(TRILLING)

Mick Boyle used to come by
pretty often for a chat.

Why did you call
me here, doctor?

Did you want to
tell me something?

Oh, I have the results
of all the check-ups

you've been doing
during your holiday.

And what did they say?

You're as healthy as a horse,
Mr. Ballinger. (CHUCKLES)

My, uh, prostate, at least.

(CHUCKLES) Your prostate?

You've never had a problem
with your prostate.

And if you haven't had
any problems so far,

you're certainly not going
to start having them now.

FRED: So, uh, I've grown old

without understanding
how I got here.

Do you know what awaits
you outside of here?

No. What?

Youth.

(CHUCKLES)

Anyway, um...

Did he ever say anything
about Gilda Black?

He never talked
about anything else.

Was she his girlfriend?

"Girlfriend" is
way too much.

The only thing
that ever happened

was one time,

when they were kids.

They held hands and walked
together for a few yards

in some park.

He used to call it

"The moment I learned
to ride a bike."

(CHUCKLING)

Didn't he ever
tell you about it?

No.

We only ever told each
other the good things.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

Fuck!

(FRED GRUNTS SOFTLY)

I waited till the
visiting hours

to come and see you.

They don't know, Melanie.

Children don't know
their parents' ordeals.

Sure, they know
certain details,

striking elements,

and they know what
they need to know

to be on one side
or the other.

They don't know
that I trembled

the first time I ever
saw you on stage.

All the orchestra
behind my back

were laughing at
my falling in love

and my unexpected fragility.

They don't know that you
sold your mother's jewelry

in order to help me
with my second piece,

when everyone else
was turning me down

and calling me
a presumptuous,
inelegant musician.

(CHUCKLES) They don't know

that you too,
and you were right,

that you thought
I was a presumptuous,

inelegant musician

at that time.

And you cried so hard.

Not because you had sold
your mother's jewelry,

but because you had
sold your mother.

They don't know that
we were together,

you and I,

despite all the exhaustion
and the pain and the hardship.

Melanie,

they must never know

that you and I,

despite everything,

liked to think of ourselves

as a simple song.

(ALL PLAYING TOGETHER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHATTER STOPS)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE)

Look at me.

(PLAYING SIMPLE SONG NO. 3)

(SINGING) I feel complete

I lose all control

I lose all control

I respond

I feel chills

I wake

I know on those lonely nights

I know on those lonely nights

I know everything

I lose all control

I get a chill

I know on those lonely nights

I die

I hear all that is left behind

I wish you would never stop

I've got a feeling

I live near

I live for you now

I leave no sense behind

I feel complete

I've got a feeling

I wish your body was there

I'll be there

I'll be there

I lose all control

(VIOLIN SOLO PLAYING)

When you whisper my name

When you whisper my name

When you whisper my name

Whisper my name

When you whisper my name

(VOCALIZING)

Whisper

When

You

Whisper

My

Name

Synchro: Peterlin

Just your mouth

Just your love

Just your anointing oils

Just your name

Just your chambers

Just your love

And my mother's sons

And my own vineyard

And my soul

Just your flock

Just your companions

Just your kids

Just your cheeks

Just your neck

Just your couch

And my perfume

And my beloved

And my breasts

And my beloved

And my love

Just your eyes

And my beloved

Our couch

Our house

Our rafters

And my love

And my beloved

Just your shadow

Just your fruit

Just your banner over me

Just your left hand

Just your right hand

And my beloved

And my beloved

Our war

Just your face

Just your voice

Just your voice

Just your face

I'll be yours

Just your flock

And my beloved

And my bed

And my soul

And my soul

And my soul

And my soul

And my modest house

Just your soul

Just your mother

Just your wedding

Just your heart

And my love

Just your eyes

Just your vein

Just your hair

Just your teeth

Just your mouth

Just your cheeks

Just your vein

Just your neck

Just your two wrists

And my love

And my mouth

And my spice

And my honeycomb

And my honey

And my wine

And my milk

And my heart

And my beloved

And my sister

And my love

And my tongue

And my perfect one

And my head

And my locks

And my feet

And my beloved

And my hand

And my heart

And my beloved

And my hands

And my fingers

And my beloved

And my soul

And my beloved