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Come back!

Hold it!

Jessie?

Nick.

Yeah, it's me.

Oh, here, let me help.

No, Mom, please, I've got it.

- But it's so heavy.
- I know. I've got it.

I never wanted to throw this away.

I didn't know what else to do with it.

You don't think I'm being foolish, do you?

No.

No, I can always wear it for good luck.

Testing, one, two, three.

Thank you, Mom.

Your father would be
very proud of you today.

I know.

Okay. We all set?

Okay, let's go.

You can understand
that this is a prerequisite.

They said it was all closed.

So, anyway. I'm really a great roommate.

All my life, everybody's told me so.
Hey, do you get high?

Just beer, Greenblatt. Just beer.

That'll change
now that you're away from home.

Yeah.

What's your major?

I'm gonna be pre-Med,
if we ever get out of here.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Blind.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Blind.

I would like English, 101.

Journalism, 218, and biology, 103.

I don't think I should take
physical education, do you?

Oh, no. That is... Of course not.

- Thank you. Ls this a full load?
- It's just about.

In that case, I would also like to take
creative photography, 318, please.

- I don't think that...
- Madam!

I know I am blind!

But I don't see why that should stop me
from getting the equal education I deserve.

Look at Beethoven.

Deaf as he was,
did anybody tell him not to play the piano?

Helen Keller! Blind as a bat!

Did anybody tell her not to teach?

Milton! Homer!

Van Gogh! Just because he cut off his ear,
did anybody tell him not to paint?

No!

I need more money.

Greenblatt!

- Hi, Nick, how're you doing?
- Okay.

Good. Deal me in.

- Hi. Do you want some help?
- No. Just making myself at home.

Come on in.

- What kind of knots are those?
- They're all different kinds.

This one's a clove hitch.
Used to tying up posts together.

- And this is a sheep shank.
- Sheep shank?

You got a bottle opener
or something I can borrow?

Yeah. Hold on, I'll get it.

Thanks a lot. What are you,
an Eagle Scout or something, man?

- Yeah, I was the leader of my troop.
- Yeah? Far-out.

Shit, an Eagle Scout.

Is that where you made the knots?
In the Eagle Scouts?

Yeah, but it was the Kiwanis Club...

who put them in the case and all.

Where you from?

I'm from Red Falls. Texas.

First person from Red Falls
ever to go to Harvard.

That's nice.

- Would you like some beer?
- Oh, no. No, thanks.

- You want a brown cookie?
- No, thanks.

Who's your roommate?

Guy named Leo DaVinci.
Can you believe that?

Says he's gonna write
for The New York Times someday.

Jesus.

Yeah?

- Hi. Would you like some beer?
- No. Studying.

What's going on in here?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

What was all that racket before?
Who else is in here?

How should I know?

Look, it is 3:00 in the goddamned morning.

I'm trying to take a shower
in peace and quiet.

Now, if you two want to argue,
will you go downstairs?

Okay.

- Good night.
- See you.

It's okay. He's gone.

It's okay.

You wanna come out now?

Well, come out, anyway.

- Thank you.
- Glad to help.

Bye, Nickey. Nice to meet you.

Hey, DaVinci.

Don't study so hard.

- What did he mean by that?
- Nothing, darling.

- How's it going, Jimmy?
- About the same as always.

Looks like you missed breakfast
this morning.

I had a hard night.

I never had an easy one.

Jimmy, please, give me two scrambled eggs,
very, very soft.

Tell you what.

Here's two soft-boiled.

That ought to go with your hangover.

Morning. May I?

I brought an extra one, just in case.

- You're here on scholarship?
- Yeah.

That's why being caught with that girl
would've been so rough.

They probably would've bounced me
out of here on my ears.

Well, Why'd you take the chance?

Shit, man, what's life without a
little bit of, you know, danger?

Oy gevalt!

You're fantastic! You're
a fucking champion!

I was, in high school.

- And now?
- I don't do it anymore.

What do you mean,
you don't do it anymore?

I don't do it anymore.

How can you not do it anymore?

I do it for myself.

The Washington Post:
Best political coverage.

Rolling Stone: Music, hippies.

The New York Times:
All the news that's fit to print.

Dissent: In-depth political analysis.

Ramparts: New journalism.

Playboy:

Great interviews.

- Is that job still available?
- Yeah.

What kind of work?

Coordinator of textbook marketing
and income control.

What's that?

You work the cash register
and other general shit.

- I'll take it.
- Great.

That's $14.50 for the books.

Ring the bell in the morning.
I live upstairs.

All right. Okay. Thank you.

- Can I see the interview?
- Most definitely.

- That's a great interview.
- Isn't it?

Look, Haddox, it shouldn't make
any difference to you or anybody else...

- if she's a Communist.
- She's not a Communist.

I want to make that clear.
She's not a Communist.

She does not belong
to the Communist Party.

Sarah says she's a neo-Trotskyite.

Haddox, do you like her?

You know, there's a textile mill
in my home town...

and they don't even have a union.

And you should see
the way these people live.

I never thought about
it that much before...

but I think Sarah's right.

People should get more for their labor
than just minimum wage.

Haddox, what's on your mind?

I don't even know
what I'm gonna tell my parents.

I've never been out
with a Jewish girl before.

Haddox, do you love her?
Do you have a thing for her?

- I guess.
- Well, all right.

Then quit worrying
about what she is or isn't.

Just have a good time. Okay?

Look, I'm late for my class.

You just have a good time, all right? Okay?

- Okay. All right.
- Okay.

Hey, thanks, Nick.

You've forgotten one thing.

Me.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing you can't fix.

Jimmy, my friend, how are you?

Fine.

- You okay?
- Oh, yeah.

Give my friend a drink here. A double.

Salud.

Can we have another setup here?

Thanks.

We hope you enjoyed
tonight's presentation...

starring Humphrey Bogart
and Lauren Bacall.

- Did your father love you?
- Yeah, of course.

Yeah. I think he did.

I mean, you know,
we did some things together.

He wasn't around all that much...

'cause he taught,
and he had his practice and everything.

He showed me how to do my first back flip.

What did he want you to be
when you grew up?

Like him.

Of course.

Once, when I was 8 years old...

I fell out of a tree, and I broke my arm...

and he took me into his office,
and you know what he said?

He told me not to cry.

He said, "Men don't cry}.

And I have never cried since then.

Not even when he died.

You know, sometimes I can still hear him.

You know, just like
he's sitting on my shoulder.

I hear him saying...

"Nicholas, be a success.

"Nicholas, be a gentleman.

"Nicholas, be a great doctor."

Here's to my boy, Billy.
He went to war today.

What so proudly we hailed

at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

thru the perilous fight.

O'er the ramparts we watched

were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare

the bombs bursting in air.

Gave proof thru the night

that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that

star-spangled banner yet wave.

O'er the land of the free

and the home of the brave?

Listen, do you believe
that the end justifies the means?

I mean, if you believe
that, then we're okay.

There you go. Next, please.

Can I see some l.D.?

Thank you.

Have your l.D. ready, please. Next.

Thank you. Next.

Have your l.D. ready, please. Thank you.

Come on.

Thank you.

Hi. I wanna thank you. I really do.

You have my undying affection for life.
For longer.

- Do you always steal books from the library?
- No.

Never, this is the first time.

I'm writing an article for The Crimson,
and this is a government journal...

and they won't let me
take it out of the library.

I am not a felon.

That's encouraging.

I like your sense of humor.

Isn't it great that we're free?

I mean, liberated,
that you're free, that I'm free?

Yeah. That's really something.

And no more parents,
no more restrictive rules...

on our natural inclinations.

See, I believe
that there's only two real choices in life.

Either you play it safe,
or you take a chance.

I believe in taking a chance.
What about you? What do you think?

I think that if you wanna go to bed with me,
you ought to just come right out and ask.

I'm asking.

And I'm turning you down. Sorry.

May I have a hot apple cider, please,
with a cinnamon stick?

I'll be with you in a minute.

- Would you all care for anything else?
- No, thank you.

See, all Jimmy knows,
is that's the natural order of things.

I know he's getting fucked.
You know he's getting fucked.

He doesn't have
the slightest idea he's getting fucked.

I'm gonna call the article:
"Jimmy the Cook: One Son to Go."

- What do you think? Great?
- It worries me.

Why?

- It sounds too slick.
- Why?

I don't know. I read these New Journalists
and they wanna glorify themselves...

by exploiting popular themes...

and it doesn't matter if they're committed
to what they're saying, as long as...

they use the material
to serve their purposes.

What's it about? Ls it about you?
ls it about Jimmy the Cook?

It's about both of us.
Jimmy, first. Me, second.

- I'd like to read it.
- You can.

Wanna go to a movie tonight?

No, I can't. I have to study.

Let's go.

- Do you always work so hard?
- Yeah, I do.

- Do you ever take time out to play?
- Sometimes.

- You asking?
- Yeah, I'm asking.

Truth is, I have a boyfriend back home.

- Where's home?
- San Francisco.

That's not a boyfriend. It's a pen pal.

Listen. "Jimmy the Cook, Harvard's
short-order man in the freshman union...

"sent his boy to war last week,
to the meat grinder, Vietnam.

"For him, living on the wrong side of the
counter, it's the natural order of things.

"One day, it's good old apple pie.
The next, grilled American.

"While we, the elite children
of middle-class America...

"scarf down our eggs,
go to economics class...

- "and get ready to take our places in the... "
- Mr. McGinty.

DaVinci.

Mr. DaVinci, I don't think you understand
the way we work around here.

And besides, nobody cares about that.

- I need your help.
- What is it?

- I'll tell you on the way. Gotta hurry.
- Okay.

- What's going on?
- Come on. I'll tell you on the way.

- Nicholas, come on.
- Coming!

They didn't exactly welcome me
at the paper with love and kisses.

- What're you thinking?
- I'm thinking nothing.

I already got it figured out.

Jesus, Leo, where the hell did you learn
how to do that?

I Spy, or The Untouchables. I forget.

Jesus, Leo.

All right. Turn your head.

Jesus.

Junk.

Nothing but junk.

- We'll never get all this done.
- Sure, we will.

They don't pick up the papers till 6:00.
Here. Hurry.

Well?

Leo!

- Get up!
- What is it?

Nothing, really.

It's just that everybody's reading
this little yellow insert...

that somebody stuck inside...

We did it.

- What happened to you?
- You know how it is.

You go to Washington. You cover marches.
You get hurt. Too gruesome to talk about.

- Not too big a turnout?
- Too damn wet for the Liberals.

What I'm about to do in there will warm
the cockles of your little heart.

- Gonna nail him?
- To the wall!

All right!

We feel that, in recent years...

the University's enrollment
has become overly disproportionate...

in its concentration of students
from the suburban areas...

surrounding the major Eastern metropolis.

To counteract this problem...

we have reevaluated
our admissions policy...

and decided to decrease the percentage
of enrollment from the doughnuts...

surrounding such areas
as New York, Boston, Philadelphia.

Excuse me, Dean Walker.

I don't think you mean doughnuts.
I think you mean bagels.

- Bagels?
- Yes.

What do we have in these suburbs?

A lot of Jewish families who send
their sons and daughters to Harvard.

They join the SDS.
They tell you to stop the war.

Cut down on the bagels
and you cut down on the radicals, right?

He's right.

What we've got is really a form
of de facto discrimination, a quota.

I think it's very valid.

Ladies, please.

More companies should be...

I'll address your questions one at a time.

- What happened to your eye?
- Nothing. Bar fight.

Too gruesome to talk about.

- How's your boyfriend, the pen pal?
- We stopped writing.

I'm asking.

Good.

Tomorrow night, 7:00,
Briggs House, Radcliffe.

Good.

Hey, Harry!

- What is it?
- What is all this stuff?

I'm so glad you asked.

That is the pothead's plethora
of psychedelia and smoking accessories.

It's the future, Nick.

What future? Whose future?

It's your future. It's my future.
It's our future. It's everybody's future.

Drugs are the future. The future
as predicted by Harry Norris Winthrop.

And when he predicts the future,
he is, believe me, always right.

I predicted Silly Putty. I was right.
Hula-Hoops. I made a killing.

I was right about hootenanny
and the Beatles.

I was right about Motown,
and I am right about drugs.

Drugs are the future.

Drugs and computers,
but forget about computers...

because our clientele
couldn't care less. Come on.

Get a hold of this.

Carburetors. They pack a hell of a wallop.

What's this? Oh, yeah. Roach clips...

so the little morons
don't burn their fingertips.

And watch.

Blacklight posters.

Now, that. They'll drop acid and stare at these
things till their brains turn to mush...

making little comments like:

"You know, I feel like my soul's a prisoner
in that castle." Things like that. Watch.

This is the future!

Don't let anybody back here.

I'd rather we didn't let them see the
future, not until we sell all the past.

The music.

I think it was really terrific.

It was really terrific, and I bet you
they have a really great life together.

Are you kidding?
They'll be divorced before we graduate.

Didn't you see their faces at the end,
on the bus?

I saw their faces. They were just
worn out from the excitement.

They were terribly frightened! They weren't
cut out to survive, not together, anyway.

You're a hell of a romantic, aren't you?

- I just like my romance to last, that's all.
- So do l.

I shah' not seek...

and I will not accept...

the nomination of my party for another term
as your President.

He's not running!

Johnson's not running!

The war's over!

We did it. We drove that son of a bitch
out of office.

God damn, the war's over. God damn it!

He comes from big old Texas
with his great society

If he wants to fight in Vietnam
he's fighting without me

I'm Nick Baxter.

Jessica Bloom.

- You're Leo's friend.
- Leo's friend. Right!

You found each other. That's great!

Hey, come on.

Good night and God bless all of you.

My father was a very religious man.

He didn't have much else
except his belief in God...

and some very great desires.

He had this dream, one time.

He dreamed he saw me painting this
incredible portrait of the President...

in the East Room of the White House.
A regular 8-year-old prodigy.

And he told this dream to my mother.

She laughed. She thought he was crazy.

She laughed the entire week
until I was born.

But he stuck to his belief in God.

He put this around my neck when I born.

And he named me Leonardo DaVinci Rizzo.

She left him after that.

She ran away with...

Well, anyway.

They say she had a great laugh.

I dropped the Rizzo in high school.

Figured out it was better to be an ass
than a half-ass.

Wait here a minute.

Don't ever say I never took you to the top.

We don't forget it, not when things
turned out the way they did.

So intense.

In art, sentiments are expressed
through symbols.

This is the symbol of your generation's
call for revolution.

Let us examine it.

This fist is punching the sky.

Notice the symmetric regularity
of the fingers.

They are inert, without pain.

It is representative of the passive
middle-class sentiment.

This is the way a true artist
expresses the spirit of revolution.

Look at those hands.

They are tormented, twisted, active.

They're in struggle...

a struggle between life and death.

Having my column in The Crimson
is just the first step.

Next year, I'll be editor. After that
I'll work for The New York Times.

How are you gonna do that?
You'll still be in school.

I haven't got that figured out yet.
But I will.

Ten years from now, I'm gonna say:

"Leo DaVinci
was my sophomore roommate."

Yeah. Me and Jessica.

Greenblatt, you're an idiot.

You got no idea what's happening,
and I can't take it anymore.

- I can't take this crap!
- Haddox, what's going on?

Did you see what went on this summer?

Can you believe what went on this summer,
I mean, in Chicago?

And he's in there reading Allen Ginsberg
and becoming a Buddhist!

Work with me, Leo, work with me.

Great! You found one.

All right, I got it.

I got this idea
I've been working on all afternoon.

Great. Wait a minute.

Stop. All right. Okay.
You ready? Put it down.

All right? You ready?
Pull it back as far as you can.

- Are you ready? Go.
- Timber.

Not bad, Nicholas.

Nicholas, dear friend.

- Yeah.
- Would you excuse us?

Sure.

I think we should christen this new
arrangement, and you help.

- I've been dying to talk to you.
- Talk.

I've been thinking.

I don't have to just paint pictures
of landscapes and figures.

I can say something with my paintings.

You know, there's a war going on.
I can do something.

I know I'm not Picasso...

but what do you think?

Are you listening to me?

Yeah. I think it's a great idea.

- You know what else I think?
- What?

I think you're wonderful...

beautiful, talented...

and I love you very, very much.

Not now, Leo, okay?
I want to talk to you. I'm all...

Jessica, I brought the bed up here.
You helped me make it up.

I know.

Come on, Leo.

Is this all the reason I'm around?

I listened. I'm listening.

You listened just to get it over with,
you know that?

What is this big discussion? What?

Tell me what you want to say. What?

I'll tell you what I want to say.

And it has a lot to do
with the meaning of this bed.

Go fuck yourself.

What is her problem?

I don't understand her.
I just don't understand.

Yeah, because you don't listen to her.

Shit.

She's got brains.

She's got feelings. She's got talent.

Leo, you don't want to deal with that!

You, too. Great. You, too. Terrific!

Shit.

The truth is the truth, Leo.

You're right.

I also told him that...

as he finished this campaign...

that! Know exactly how he felt.

I know how it feels to lose a close one.

Jesus, it's huge.

I knew it'll be big, but I didn't
think it was gonna be this big.

You hang around with Leo long enough,
you start to think big.

Yeah, that's true.

You want some coffee?

- It's all I have to offer. It's hot.
- Yeah. Thanks.

How do you like it? Cream and sugar?

Just a little. A little cream. That's good.

Where'd you get this place?

Cheers.

- I rented it.
- Yeah?

Hello, you two.

You're not fooling around
behind my back, are you?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, we are.

- How you doing? Want some coffee?
- No.

- You tell him about this weekend?
- What weekend?

This weekend.

We're going to Cape Cod. All of us.

- Who are you gonna take?
- Well, I don't know.

I haven't had a lot of time
to make some plans, have I?

Well, listen. You're the big campus Romeo.

Just make a call. You'll have a date.

What about Linda? You still see her?

- No.
- Why not?

She's too damn neurotic.

Do you sleep with her?

- Jesus, Jessie!
- Did he sleep with her?

Listen, this guy nails anything
that walks within 5 feet of him.

I mean, look at him. He's tall...

blue eyes, blond hair,
the regular American dream.

Will you cut it out?

Okay, what about Mindy?

She was okay.

What kind of girl do you want?

Someone like you.

Shit, my diaphragm.

Leo, I don't have my diaphragm in.

Let me up a second, okay?

What do you mean, no? Get up.

Leo, I gotta go in the other room
and get my diaphragm.

Damn it!

Oh, shit.

- What the hell is going on out there?
- Just a minute.

Never mind.

That's great. That's just great.

Listen, I want you to do me a favor, okay?

I want you to get the pill,
I want you to get an IUD.

I want you to do
whatever you want, anything.

I just can't take that goddamn
diaphragm of yours anymore.

How come you never said
anything about it before?

I didn't want you to think
I didn't like making love to you.

DO you?

Yes, I do.

I just want it to be perfect.
ls that so bad?

Let's take a bath, okay?

- Nick, have you seen Leo?
- He's supposed to be with you.

Oh, shit. I can't believe he did this.

We'll just have to do it ourselves.

- You and me. Come on.
- Okay. Let's go.

I Spy, or maybe The Untouchables.

Come on.

Kiss me for good luck, okay?

You don't need it, but...

Okay.

Far fucking out.

Leave it up!

Oh, well.

I guess it was a good try.

It wasn't a try.
It was a short-lived accomplishment.

Just what the world needs now, an optimist.

You stoned?

I just feel good. I feel really good.

Well, here's something
to kill your spirits.

I'll see you later. I've got to get
these pictures over to The Crimson.

I'm sorry.

I got stuck on a story,
and I was at the paper all night.

Bullshit.

You weren't around when I needed you,
and now, I don't.

Leave it up!

No!

Now, don't become macho.

Feel, "I'm a woman...

"who can defend herself.

"I'm a woman...

"and I'm strong."

You become strong physically,
you will be strong, mentally.

Okay, let's run through the exercises.
Everybody forward.

Spread-leg stance.

Left arm out, right hand back. Begin.

One, two, three.

Breathe. Four, five, six.

Stop.

- Stop!
- No.

Yes! Stop!

- What?
- I forgot my diaphragm.

Oh, shit!

What's the matter, sweetheart?

It's the goddamned diaphragm!
I can't take it anymore.

It stops, it ruins...

my spontaneity.

I gotta have my spontaneity.

Hey? You listening to me?

I want you to go out and get the pill.

Oh, yeah.

- Pill?
- Yup.

But, sweetheart, the
pill's bad for my health.

It causes uterine cancer, and blood clots,
and migraine headaches.

You think that you are
turning into a liberated woman.

What you are turning into
is a goddamned, castrating bitch.

You don't have the slightest idea
what love is, not the slightest.

You and your dyke asshole women friends.

- I trusted you. I trusted you.
- Take it easy.

Nobody knew that had anything
to do with us up there.

You can dish it out, but you can't take it.
That's funny, isn't it?

- That's real funny.
- No, it is not funny.

The only funny thing is coitus interruptus,
which happens to everybody.

It happened to me just last night, okay?

You think it's funny.
You think it's a big fucking joke.

Anything that puts me down
in front of her is funny.

- Come on, Leo.
- I want to tell you something.

If we were alone, you'd be telling me
how terrible it was...

when all you want to do
is look like a big hero in her eyes.

And do you know why?

You have wanted to fuck this woman
since the first moment you met her.

- Isn't that right?
- Damn it, you cut it out.

Isn't that right?
You'd be happy if I was dead?

He didn't know what he was saying.

He lost his temper. You're his best friend.

Grow up, Jessica. Just grow up.

L sat there all day until it got dark.
I couldn't move.

I cried until I had nothing left.

I thought suddenly I was so old,
and everything around me was collapsing.

I was 20 years old,
and I felt like I was dying.

You know, I wish I had a nickel
for every time I thought I was dying.

Every time I wanted to
be a different person.

What kind of person?

More like Leo.

- Where're you living now?
- In New York.

After I left school I went back
to San Francisco. You knew that.

I got married,
I got separated, I got divorced.

Then I went back to school.

- I'm just in Boston on business.
- What do you do?

I'm a lawyer.

You're a what? You work for your dad?

- No. For myself.
- Well, I should've guessed.

I always said you had more balls
than all the guys at Harvard put together.

Herbert Allen Barnie,
Boston English School. Killed. Quang Tri.

Jessie Bertel, Roslindale High.
Killed. Mekong Delta.

Alvin James Walker, Brighton High.
Killed. Da Nang.

Richard Stephen Weeks, South Boston High.
Killed. Quang Tri.

Carl Yates, Boston Latin School.
Killed. Da Nang.

Edward Zeisler, Dorchester High.
Killed. Dong Hoi.

John Zukowsky, Boston Technical.
Killed. Tam Ky.

John Walker, Boston Technical. Killed. Que.

Leo, you better come look at these layouts.

This whole thing is messed up.
Look, that cuts into this one there.

This piece just doesn't work, and I
have to replace it with something else.

- Come on!
- Leo, holy shit.

- All hell's broken loose out there.
- The whole place is a mess.

- Where do you think you're going?
- I'm going with you, man.

I can't see.

I didn't ask you to come.
Just take your fucking pictures.

- Let her go. You fucking bitch.
- Have you got enough?

Have you got enough? Yes? No?

- Yes.
- Good. Get going. Go!

Let me through.

Haddox, it's me. It's Leo. Come with me.

Jesus Christ.

Look at me, Haddox.

- I'm okay.
- I know.

- What's that?
- Alcohol.

This one's gonna hurt a little bit.
I'm gonna get up in here, okay?

Now listen to me.
This thing's closed itself up.

You're not bleeding any more.
You're gonna be all right.

But if you start getting headaches...

you get yourself to a hospital immediately
and get an x-ray.

Haddox, do you understand me?

- Hey, where're you going?
- I'm going back out there.

Come on, friend, do me a favor, okay?
Go home. Go to sleep.

- It's all over out there.
- It's not over.

It's just not over.

Let him go. He'll be okay.

- Can I pet your mice?
- Sure.

- How have you been?
- Fine.

- Working hard.
- Yeah, I figured I'd find you here.

I've been pretty busy, too.

I read your stuff. Every day.

What do you think?

I think some of it is very good.

I think some of it is self-indulgent.

You know, Nick? Sometimes I kind of feel
like we got divorced.

- Who is this? A new experiment?
- No. He's a pet.

His name is Leo.

How come?

He never stops running.

Pursuant to the Executive order...

the Director of Selective Service
is going to establish tonight...

a random selection sequence
for induction...

for 1970.

In this draft lottery...

priorities are going to be set
by date of birth.

Each of the 365 capsules...

contains a date to be drawn at random.

Gen. Hershey...

Take a look.

...those males
who draw numbers one to 120...

will definitely be chosen
for military service.

Jesus. Only men would come up
with a draft lottery using balls.

Numbers 121 through 240...

will have a possible chance
of being drafted.

Numbers 241 through 365...

will be exempted.

Anybody for Vietnam bingo?

We're about ready to begin now.

Here comes the first ball
which will decide the fate...

of millions of American young men
from coast to coast.

Most of those drafted, of course,
will be sent to the conflict in Vietnam.

September 14.

- Is that anyone? 14th?
- No one? Hey, all right.

April 24.

No, I won't!

April 24 is 002.

December 30.

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

December 30 is 003.

February...

Hi, Leo? It's Nick.

Look, I saw the lottery.
I've been trying to call...

Jessica!

- Have you seen him?
- He won't answer.

Haddox says he's in really bad shape.

It's sad how we hear about each other
from other people.

I like your beard. You look older.

Well, I feel older.

- You liked it better longer.
- It was prettier longer.

Things keep changing.

I'm sorry we stopped seeing each other.
I've missed you.

I just got tired of being in the middle.

Come on. Let's go see him.

Leo, will you open this goddamn door,
or I'll knock it down!

I can't write, Doc.

I can't get it written.

I've been killed by a ping-pong ball.

Divide and conquer.
Yeah, that's what they did, all right.

The high numbers against the low numbers.
You get 300, I get three.

People like Greenblatt and me. You and me.

We used to be equals. Now we're enemies.

All right. Now listen to me, Leo.
You got to get a hold of yourself.

I don't want to die in the DMZ.

I don't even know where it is.

You're not gonna die.

Look at this.

Now you tell me what this is.

January. Killed: 1316.

Wounded: 6430.

Missing in action: 831.

February: Killed, wounded, missing.

Killed, wounded, killed, dead.

You think napalm is bad.

They got this new thing over there
called Bouncing Bettys.

The thing triggers off at groin level.

You know what that does to you? Do you?

You're panicking. Maybe
you're not even fit.

I am fit. I am fit as a fucking fiddle.

You're not alone.

We'll think of something, I promise.

Leo, come on. Get cleaned up.
Take a shower.

Everything's going to be okay.

Okay?

I promise.

I'm not going to Canada.
My future's in America.

Are you sure you know how to do this?

I've been doing this sort of thing
to my mice for over a year now.

You're not concentrating.
Now, come on, Leo.

You can get out of it if you just learn
how to control your heart beat.

Open it, please. I can't. Open it.

They want you to report for a physical.

Jesus Christ! God Almighty.
What am I gonna do?

I don't know, Leo,
but we will think of something, I promise.

I don't feel so good.
I'm gonna go back to the dorm.

- Would you be quiet?
- Would you fuck off?

Let's go. Okay. Come on.

It's come home, Leo. The war's come home.

Kent State.

If they don't kill you over there,
they're gonna kill you over here.

A group of us are coming together.

Start pulling some heavy duty stuff.

- What kind of stuff?
- No specifics. Not now.

The only reason I'm telling you this
is because of the mess you're in.

So if you ever want to come along...

you just come see me, you hear?

Far-out. Looks like the Sox
are gonna have a good team this year, huh?

Come along where?

Underground, Leo.

Underground. It's time to say
goodbye to the middle class.

Friday is Jessie's birthday.
What do you say we take her out?

I mean, all three of us.
Get high, relax, have some fun.

Look at me.
I'm too messed up to have any fun.

All I want to do is get out of the draft.

You go. Take her out. Have a good time.

Be good for you. Be good for all of us.

I don't want to go.

Very well put, too. Oh, wow.

See? Fixed it all up.

Yes, you did indeed. That's nice.

It's an army surplus parachute.
Do you like it?

Yes. That is nice.

Thank you. I had a wonderful time.

Nobody's made such a big deal about
my birthday ever since I was a little...

kid.

Leo's my friend.

But he had his chance.

You want to dance?

"Procurement Medical Fitness Standards.

"Ulcer of the stomach or duodenum.

"Goiter, gout, inability to clench fist,
pick up a pin, or a needle.

"Height below 60 inches or over 80 inches.

"Bronchial asthma with a trustworthy history
of symptoms since the 12th birthday.

- "Psychosis or authenticated-#
- Asthma?

Read that part again.

"Bronchial asthma
with a trustworthy history of symptoms...

"since the 12th birthday."

Let's get dressed.

- Where're we going?
- To the airport. We're going home.

Mother?

All right, gentlemen,
you'll each be assigned a locker.

Leave all your belongings there.

The building is guarded,
your valuables will be safe.

Man, I'm crazy. I'll show them.

No way they're gonna get me.
You know what else?

I'm also great at tying ribbons.
Want to see?

- You tie a nice bow.
- Thank you.

Next group. Toes on the yellow line.

Drop your drawers.

Bend over.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Next group.

Come on, boys, right over here.

Let's go. Come on.

All right, gentlemen, move on in there.

- Earphones on. Get those on.
- Get in. Come on.

- State your business.
- I've got a friend who's inside.

- I can't let you.
- I came all the way from Illinois.

I don't care, this is Army rules. No way.

Got to get to a phone.

Straighten your arm out. Make a tight fist.

Open your hand.

Fold your arm. Keep it closed
tight for four to five minutes.

That's it. Pick up your papers.
Have a seat outside. Next.

Step forward. Stand behind the white line.

Right hand over your right eye,
and read the third line on the chart.

Put it in the cup. Bring it back out.

Adams. Lasky. Take it in the bathroom,
put it in the cup, bring it back out.

Lee, take it in the bathroom.

My boyfriend is on the base right now.
He's taking his physical.

He's got a bomb with him,
and he's going to blow the whole place up.

No. This isn't a joke.

So you're a schizophrenic paranoid...

incapable of following orders
or responding to any forms of discipline.

Yes, sir, absolutely. Yeah, I'm crazy.

This doctor, Dr. Herman P. Miller,
this is your psychiatrist?

Yeah, I need him bad.
I need him all the time.

I'm sorry, fella. But we're not accepting
his letters any longer. You're in.

What do you mean, I'm in?
I gave you the papers. I can't go.

Please. Get the hell off of me.

I don't want to go. I don't want to die.
Get off of me.

Sons of bitches, let go of me.
I'm not going. I don't want to die.

I don't wanna die. Please.

Come on, fella. You're next.

Attention, attention.
Report to the exit immediately.

Everyone, in an orderly fashion.

Keep moving.

Boy, move it now.

Not now, mister. Come on, keep moving.

Here you go.

- Well, what is this?
- It's your medical records.

You have a history of asthma. You have ever
since you were five. It says right there.

It's all signed and documented
by William Barrett Baxter, M.D.

There's no way the Army can accept you,
no way at all. You're out.

- Oh, God.
- Wait.

One other thing.
There's something I've got to tell you.

I love Jessie and I'm gonna live with her.

And if you can be our friend, fine.
But if you can't, stay away.

But I hope to hell you can.

Hey! Look at that finish. My goodness.

- How are you?
- Okay.

Besides out of breath.

- Did you get ice cream?
- I certainly did. I got everything you wanted.

Remember that paper I wrote on Kafka?
I got an "A" on it.

I wish that just once in my life...

I could bullshit my way through
a course the way you do.

Remember that new Bergman film,
The Passion of Anna?

It's playing tonight at the Orson Welles
for $1. You want to go?

No, I can't tonight.
I've got to finish my experiment.

The two-year goddamn epic.

That's right. I forgot.
Tonight's the last night.

It'll be back. You know Bergman.
Bergman always comes back.

I think I'm gonna go anyway.
I'll see you later at the lab, okay?

I'm gonna take a shower.

- You want me to make dinner?
- Sure.

- Meatloaf?
- Anything but meatloaf.

Money for the blind?

This is it. What do you think?

- It's terrific.
- Are you serious?

Moi?

Okay, let's have a weekend.

I bet this place was built
before the Revolutionary War.

- Where did you get this place, anyway?
- Professor Eisenberg.

- For real?
- Sure.

Here, I'll get the stuff. You all go on.

Come on, slowpoke.

JFK is an airport.
Martin Luther King is a library.

Bobby Kennedy is a football stadium.

Maybe like the French say...

the more things change,
the more things stay the same.

I was afraid I'd never see you again.

So was I.

Come on, you slowpokes.

Speedy Gonzalez. Let's go get her.

- Lobster for madame.
- Thank you.

Salad for madame.

Corn for madame.

Mashed potatoes for madame.

Butter for madame.

Sour cream for madame.

And chives for madame.

And is every thing okay for you?

Okay.

Okay. Let's eat.

It's late.

Let's all go to bed.

Now, are we gonna get Eurail passes,
or are we gonna hitch?

What's it gonna be?

We should just buy a beat-up car,
and go where we want to go.

Where do we want to go?
Egypt-

Egypt is not in Europe.

- Florence.
- Florence, Italy is. Florence is great.

Egypt is not in Europe.
That's just a technicality.

At 6:09 this evening a bomb went off...

in the boiler room
of the United Bank of Boston...

causing a series of violent explosions
throughout the building.

Nine people were injured,
two of them critically.

Just a short while ago, Boston Police
received a tape recorded message...

from an unidentified group
of radical terrorists.

We will bring the American Fascist Society
to its knees.

This bombing is only the beginning.

Little else is known about the group.
Maddox.

I want to see Haddox.
I want to interview him.

What the hell are you talking about?

Harry, I know. He told me.

Now, I need to see him. I need the story.

Come on.

Get in.

- Are you wearing a watch?
- Yeah.

Give it to me.

You'll get it back later.

Put these on.

We'll let you out now.

Put on those dark glasses and keep them on
till the sound of our engine disappears.

You understand?

Yes.

In there.

Leo DaVinci.

A face from the past.

Real good to see you, buddy.

Come on. Let me show you around.

This is a library communications center.

We got almost every important
political book ever written here.

I do more reading now
than I ever did in school.

Over here we can listen to the cops,
planes, fire department, anything.

I can even get out-of-town baseball games.

Come on.

Watch your step.

This is where we make the bombs.

Haddox, did you blow up that bank?

Let's get something to eat.

What are you hungry for?

- You want some milk?
- No, I want to talk to you.

Sit down.

Haddox, you don't belong here.

It's not too late.
Come away with me, please. Please.

What about your interview, Leo?

What about your high-paying future...

with some important newspaper, magazine?

To hell with the interview.

Let's get out of here right now.

This place is crazy.

These people are crazy.

These people are not crazy.

These people are right.

I am these people.

Are you?

Are you really?

It's time to stop being angry, my friend.

It's time.

Have an Oreo, Leo.

Mr. DaVinci?

I mean Mr. Rizzo.

I knew your son Leo.

He brought me here once.

These were his things.

He was a very special man, Mr. Rizzo.
Very special.

He had a lot of friends.

He meant a lot to me.

Right after graduation, I went off
to Europe. Just like we all planned.

I sat around all the
plazas, piazzas, cafes.

I stayed so drunk all summer long,
trying to figure out why it all went wrong.

Desperately romantic. You know.

Anyway, one day I started this fight
in a bar with a Spanish sailor.

He was built like that.

And for no reason. Me. Nicholas Baxter.

Well, he beat the living shit out of me.

And a week later,
I was sitting on the beach...

all bandaged up,
my nose shaking hands with my ear.

And I said to myself,
"It's over, Nicholas. Come on.

"Get yourself together. You've got to get
on with your life. It's all you've got."

You still haven't told me
why you decided to stay in Boston.

I came back here to med school.

- You became a doctor.
- Worse than that.

I became a psychiatrist.

That's perfect. That is perfect.

You call me.

I will.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Jessie!

- What about tonight?
- What about right now?

And then we'll see. Okay?