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You drafted me. You got to know my name. I drafted... Who did you draft? I... I'll tell you who I drafted. I drafted a Pro Bowl player. You made the Pro Bowl? Yeah. Did you? I made the Pro Bowl. Oh, you're both in the Pro Bowl. (Ruxin clears his throat) That's cool. Tell the bro his name. It's like we're all bros here. You know what I mean? We're all here for Ted. Ted's our dude. Ted would know who he drafted. Jordan Cameron. Hmm. Which one did you point to? Wait a minute. It seemed like you weren't really specific. Come on, man. What's my name? Cameron Jordan. No.
Oh. So, you did draft me? Yup. So your league must have IDPs. Is that an individual...? Individual defensive players. We play with those, Kevin? No, we do not. See, that's the even crazier part of all this, is that I was, like, "We should do IDP because individual defense players are not recognized enough." No, that's the opposite of what you said. You were adamant about drafting one shit-sipping defense and moving on with it. Direct quote. Hmm. Ouch. Aah! Just got IDP'd. Oh! Hey, J.J. Watt. No shit. Hi. Hi. Remember us? Hi. Yeah, yeah. How you been? You cost me $900 of my mini-bar last year. Yeah. Yup, that sure was me. So good to see you. We're friends.
How's Arian Foster? How's the knee? Yeah, how is he? We're-we're at a funeral. That's very inappropriate. How's Clowney working in the three-four? Guys, are we here to pay our respects to Ted, or are we here to talk fantasy football? We ...are here to pay our respects to Ted. Thank you. Between you and me, though, DeAndre Hopkins, right? Wrong. Not the time, nor the place. Hello? Shalom? Guys. Everyone please be seated. The ceremony is about to begin. Oh... Welcome to a celebration of life. We will begin the memorial... Ah, it's really sad. I'm always secretly happy when good-looking people die. Oh, God, full of compassion, Thou Who dwellest on high, grant perfect rest beneath the sheltering wings of Thy presence... It's gonna be so great! Bye-bye, Teflondre. Where's Taco? Think he's trying to get a round in. (whistling) We will now read from Psalm 23... Hey, babe, I know we're still in the middle of it, but you are drafting really well.
Can you not mess with me right now, please? Are you kidding me? You got Shady McCoy, Doug Martin and Drew Brees. Yeah. "...on paths of righteousness for His glory. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of dea..." I got movement down there. "... I fear no harm..." Really? We got blood flow. Mm. Yeah, tell me more about my middle rounds. Julius Thomas-- brilliant pickup, yeah. Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know, oh. Babe, I got roster wood. I got roster wood. Let's do this now. Let's go. What? We're at a funeral. I don't know when he's gonna come back, okay? Look, Ted would have wanted it this way. ...and may his soul be bound up... Okay. All right. Um, we have to get something out of the car. Oh, you forgot the Sacko? May the Lord be his possession, and may he rest in peace. Amen. We will now read the mourner's kaddish.
Glorified and sanctified be God's great name throughout the world, which He has created and according to His will, may He establish... Yeah, yeah, yeah! This one's for Ted! Mazel, bitches! ♪ ♪ What is this? This is not the mourner's kaddish. ♪ ♪ Ted's high school friends are the worst. All right, that's 200 yards to the green. Aw! Shanked it! Here, come, come on. Flash mob. Andre, this is a funeral. Have some respect. And break. (rabbi gasps, groans) Oh, my God! He's unconscious. Isn't there a doctor in the house? Yeah, I-I'm a doctor. Okay, I need some ice, a cold compress and some hydrogen peroxide. He's gonna save this guy's life. That's pretty impressive. I didn't know Andre had it in him. No, no, no! BOTH: Teflondre. Jesus Christ. The worst funeral ever.
Well, I'll see you there. All right, great. Well, we'll definitely have dinner then. Goddamn Teflondre. It's crazy. What did I miss, boys? Oh, just Ted's funeral. Where were you? Brutal day on the links. Not as brutal as it was in there. But you know what? It is time for Operation Draft Board. Where the hell's Kevin? I don't care where Kevin is. All right, here's the thing. We're the pallbearers, right? BOTH: Mm-hmm. So, we grab the coffin, we run around behind the building. Mm-hmm. Put it down for a second, pull out the draft board, close it up, get back in line. Nobody's the wiser. Great. Just for the record, I think it was a terrible idea to put the draft board in the coffin. Duly noted. Duly noted. Oh, we got this right here. Appreciate it. Thank you.
Thank you so much. No, we got it. We got it. We got it. Oh, uh, what are you doing? We're pallbearers, too. Oh... cool. Oh. Um... Uh, it's cool, Cameron. We got it. J-Jordan. It's Cam. Right, Cam. We know... Jordan. Jordan. Listen, Cameron, we got this. It's okay. Uh, what he means to say is, maybe if I go on this side, and then... Mm-hmm. And then what would happen? If you guys back up for a second... And then maybe you guys could And then they would come in. come on this side... Right, and then we would just... And then, I think we just go! Did they just steal the coffin? Should we go get it? No.
I'm giving them a 50-yard head start. In there, in there. It's a closet. Here? What? No! Oh, God! Oh, oh, oh, what are you doing? What-what are you doing? ! Oh, we're grieving in our own special way. What does it look like we're doing? It looks like you're having really said, middle-aged sex. But clearly, you wouldn't do that in a morgue. I had roster wood. From that shitty lineup? She likes it. It was okay. Guys, what's going on here? In front of Ted? ! Can you guys not be morons for one day? Get it together! Come on, Ted. Looks like we got to redraft, huh? Uh, no. No, no. I don't think so. No, that... This is a final...
Oh, that's Ted. If that is Ted, who is in the coffin? Ted Rappaport was a great man, and he was loyal to his friends. Even friends that weren't so great. But now, Ted, we must say good-bye. I got it! (Taco whoops, laughs) My God. (people gasp and scream) Oh, my God. What is going on? Oh, don't worry. It's just a draft. Ted's still dead. (crying): Oh. "Festival of Magic"? This whole town's gonna be full of magicians turning tricks! Hi, Jimmy, Jr. Hi, Zeke. What are you wearing? Is it cape o'clock, already? It's for the Young Magicians Competition. I'm in it to win it. Abraca-yeah-bro! I support ya! I didn't know you were into magic. I thought you were more into dancing. Well, I dance a lot during my magic. Like this. ♪ Ta-da!
Whoa! Where'd the hell that come from? ! He's like a magical florist! Thank you. Oh. Whoop! Maybe I'll come to the competition and cheer for you. Whatever. It's a free country. He's so patriotic. Okay, then, see you at our date. It's not a date. Yes, it is. Not really. Pretty much, it is a date. Definitely not. Whoop. Oh, this promotion is a great idea, Bob! I love magic! I know. Me, too. Ooh, I'm gonna stick a quarter in my ear, so they have something to pull out. Yeah, the only problem is, this sign could actually attract magicians, so... Louise, this will be good for business. Plus, magic is fun. Mm-mm. Magic can take you to places you could never possibly imagine. Like Delaware! Oh, look, here comes our first magician.
Or a Wild West wedding DJ? Hello. Hello... Hello. Um, I couldn't help but notice your sign. Notice anything else? Whoops. Uh, oh, where'd that come from? Uh, come on in, Mr., uh... Mars Sazerac. Boy, that is a... magicky name. Hold on. How do we know you're a magician? Show us a trick! Oh, write my name on a piece of cake, put it in a box, and I'll eat it! Sorry, don't listen to him. He's just wants to eat cake. Fine, write it on a piece of pizza and put it under my desk. It's always gonna have something to do with eating something. Just hiding food in places that he already knows the location of. I mean, it would be nice to see something, like a trick. Well, I suppose me and my 52 friends could use the exercise. Oh, God, it's happening! Miss, could I ask you to be my assistant? Oh, I couldn't. No. Okay I'll do it! Oh, that's right, magicians have assistants... Ta-da.
Now I'll need a volunteer Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me...! Me! You're already the assistant, Linda. Oh. You win. No need to shout. Thank you. Bye, Gene. Bye. Okay, Bob, let's move you over here so the audience can see you. Right here? Perfect. Now, you're going to pick a card. And while you're doing that, Linda's going to get me your biggest knife. I have it right here. Butcher knife, check! Whoa, why do you have that? Me and Gene were playing pirates. Mm-hmm. Pick a card, Bob. Show it to them, not me. Okay, everyone, here's my card. Nice one, Dad.
Okay. That was not a very good trick. Now, Linda, cut the deck, literally. Go on! Whack it! All right, step back. Whaaah! Whoa! Still not a great trick. Well, well, looks like we have a survivor. Recognize this? ! Ha-ha! That's not my card. Oh. Hit the bricks, Fail-dini! You had your shot, you blew it. Well, so much for the magician's discount. In fact, maybe I should pay you. Wait... that looks like my wallet. Did you take my wallet? Oh-ho-ho, slow down, there, Bob. Before you call the cops, you'd better check the I.D. My card! Oh, my! Wait... how did you pick my pocket? I didn't feel anything. Oh, I feel something. I feel like I want to magically steal things, too. This must be what it's like when people get called to the priesthood.
I accept. Whoa! I've seen canned tuna, but never canned Tina! Ugh! You're such a locker stalker. Good one, Tammy. I know. Oh, hi, Jimmy Jr. It's like I was padlocked in a box, and you set me free. Um, okay. Hi. How did you know my locker combination? It only took a couple thousand tries. Allow me. Okay. Is there anything else I could assist you with? Uh, I need to get my science book. This perfectly ordinary textbook. Thanks. You know, I could also assist you with your magic act as your magician's assistant. Classy. Like a lady butler. Um, okay, I-I guess you could do that. I practice after school. Oh, okay, cool. All right, see ya. Yes! Yes! Yes! What?
What? Oh, I just found a cool book I've been meaning to read. Oh, it's mine. Oh. That's his! Can I borrow it? No, I don't think so. I kinda need it. Okay, I'll read it here. Bye. Um, Jimmy Junior? ! What, Tina? Maybe I should be facing the audience, too? Fine. Um... okay, there's more? Remember? The blades? I remember! Stupid magic. ♪ Ta-dance! Uh, hello? Jimmy Jr.? What, Tina? If this were a dancing competition, forget about it. But you might want to put a little more flair into the actual magic. What makes you such an expert, Tina? You've only been doing magic for a day. I've been doing it for nine days! Jimmy Jr., they spilled a crate of yogurt in the cafeteria!
Let's go slide around in it! Cool, Zeke. Come on! Let's go! Wait up, Zeke! Okay, I'll be here. Sweep up all the confetti, okay? Okay, Gene, let's start with an easy mark. Uh, there we go. You distract while I extract. Got it. Andy, there's something I need to ask you, but you have to really focus on me while I'm saying these words! Oh, okay! I'll focus, too! I've never done that before! What do you think of bacon? Hmm? Bacon, bacon, bacon. Andy, someone's trying to steal your candy! Ugh! Thanks, Ollie! You're welcome, Andy! Damn it, Ollie! How did you know? ! I felt it coming out of Andy's pocket! Get a womb, you wacky twins. That hurt my feelings. I felt it hurt your feelings! You did?
Yes! Ah-choo! Oh, I wish somebody had a really long handkerchief up their sleeve. Anybody? Hmm? Come on. Where's the pizazz-matazz? I thought they'd get more food. They split an order of fries three hours ago and they haven't ordered anything since. Now they're just loitering. They tricked you, Bob! It's what they do! So, Sazerac, can I get you and your friends anything else? Remember, it's half off, so don't hold back. Ah, well, your delicious fries have left my fingers greasy. Bring me a huge plate of napkins. Well, how 'bout a burger? I can get you a... Napkins. All right, napkins. Get him a napkin. Hey, Bob, I think he got your wallet again. And keys! And your gas pills! And your dignity. Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, great. Hi, I'm looking for a magician's assistant's costume. Something classy! So no butt cheek! Well, you're in luck!
This is my last assistant's costume in your size. The sequins are French crystal. Well, French-Canadian. Is that good? How much do you know about sequins? Nothing. They're the best. She'll take it! Rented! Okay, what else? How's your magician set for cups and balls? I beg your pardon! Oh... That looks pretty advanced. My magician's better with his feet than his hands. He's more of a dance-ician? Well, for those with only the slightest sleight-of-hand, you can't go wrong with magic rope. ♪ Ta-da! Great. I'll take that too. The only thing I need now is some magic between me and my magician. Whoa, whoa, whoa... Are you talking about mixing magic and romance? Big time. Don't do it! It's dangerous. Also, don't mix magic with taxes. Or plumbing. That's okay... danger is my middle name. But I spell it R-U-T-H.
It spells Ruth. Yeah. Yeah, it does. Mm-hmm. Looks like there's a wait, huh? Yeah. Maybe I'll just come back later. Oh, hold on, that guy's getting up. No, he's levitating! What? Nope, he was just leaning over to fart. You know what? I'll handle this. What are you gonna do? Yeah, wait, you'll see. What? Look, guys, you've been here all day working on one order of fries, so... Understood, Bob. Let me settle my tab. Do you have change for this? Sorry I don't have anything smaller. No, you know what? To be honest, Sazerac, I don't even enjoy this anymore. I don't, I, I, honestly don't even like magic that much now, because of you. So, you and your friends, you now all pay full price. No magicians' discount. Well, if that's how you feel, you can have your fries back. Oh, my God. Oh, God!
Look, it says "Ta-da"! That's it! I don't care that that was good. You and your regurgitated potatoes and the rest of your magic buddies, you're banned! Bob, you can't just ban them! This isn't the '60s, you know! Fellow conjurers, let's go somewhere our craft is appreciated. Like my mother's! Oh, and one last thing, Bob. Your name goes in the book. What book? The "Enemies of Magic" book. Good! I want to be in your stupid book because I am an enemy of magic! Well, then this is the perfect book for you! Will this page do? Love it! Don't gasp, Linda! Oh! Don't you gasp! Rest assured, Bob, I will never set foot in this restaurant again. And yet, you will never be rid of me! I just got chills! Oh, my God. Come on, J-Ju, get your dance on! I'm doing it, Zeke. My little tiny dancer. Here we go! Look, Jimmy Jr.
I got something new for our act... magic rope. Cool! A rope! No, that's not how it works. Yee-hah! Whoo! No... Giddy up, magic cowboy! Come on! Look, you're supposed to cut the rope, then restore it. I can show you. Oh, cool, scissors! Hyah! Hyah! Jimmy Jr., stop. Snipping and a-whipping. Doola-di-doo! Jimmy Jr., stop. Tina, move! Listen to me! Stop it, Tina. I can't dance to the sound of you telling me what to do. Yeah! Boom! I'm trying to help. Assist me assist you. You know what, Tina? This isn't working. That's why we have to keep practicing. No, this isn't working.
I am firing you. What? You can't stop my dancing! You can't tie me up with your magic rope! Holy moly! Tell it, James Ju! I'm not trying to tie you up, you gorgeous idiot! Maybe I should enter this stupid contest myself just to show you an actual magic act! You see that, Zeke? Yeah. She got pretty mad. She's a trip. Her face turned purple. Plus, you're not even a magician, Tina. I am now! Oh. It worked in the store. Look, Zeke, tassels! Yeah! Come on, let me touch 'em. So, you and your magician split up... big surprise. Jimmy Junior thinks assistants should be sequined and not heard. So, presto. Now I'm the magician. So, uh... what do you got for this no-trick pony, eh? Set her up. Young lady, you're in luck. Here's a classic of escapology... the straitjacket. Last one in your size. It just takes a little bit of practice and some dislocateable shoulders.
I'll dislocate Jimmy Junior's heart... and my shoulders. You sound like you could use the full revenge package. For just $19.95, you could get this... Hmm... interesting. When Doves Cry. The Art of Magic Sabotage. No, thanks. I want to win fair and square. Keeping it clean? I have just the thing. A-ha. A Guide to Not Cheating in Magic Competitions. I'll just take the straitjacket. It's not going to be the last time she says that. It's our family motto! Wow. This place looks pretty big without all those magicians in it. Ah! Oh! Whoa! Oh! Oh... Wow, that's never happened before. That flustered the heck out of me. Can I get some water, Bobby? Yeah, sure. What the hell? Bobby, it's the curse! Oh! What curse?
The Curse of Sazerac! Linda's right, Bob. You're cursed. You're in the "Enemies of Magic" book. We're not cursed. We're not cursed. You are. You're the one who's cursed. Yeah. It's your name in the book. The black magic death book. Look, it's just a bunch of stupid tricks. Someone must've snuck in and... Where are you going? What? Nowhere. Just, if something heavy falls on you, I don't want to... I mean, I want to be able to help you, bye. I'm not cursed! Aah! I don't want to die! ♪ Don't be so into tragic ♪ Shoop-shoop, shoop-shoop ♪ Who should face a straitjacket? ♪ ♪ Shoop-shoop, shoop-shoop ♪ Don't be so into magic ♪ Shoop-shoop, shoop-shoop ♪ Doo-wah! ♪ Don't be so into magic
♪ Who should face a straitjacket? ♪ ♪ Dub-a-doo, dub-a-doo, da! I'm not sure I can escape from my straitjacket. Maybe I should have stuck to being an assistant. No... you're really talented. Hah! Tammy? What are you doing? I'm Jimmy Junior's new assistant. You coul't en wait until the Zig-Zag box was cold? Oh, I thought I smelled your B.O. in there. Uh-oh. Battle of the training bras. I feel like I'm back in diapers at divorce court! You know what really stinks, Tammy? His act. It's not magic, it's tragic. Don't be such a rhyming' hymen, Tina. Yeah, Tina. You're not even good at it. Yeah, Tina. Oh, Jimmy Junior, you make me so mad! What are you gonna do about it? I'll take it. Here you go! Do you have something caught in your throat? That was my evil laugh. I also have something caught in my throat. And... we're in.
His magic cape won't be so magic when the hidden pockets are stapled shut. Guys, code red, Hocus and Dopus! Tina, start stapling! Hurry! Done. Go! Split up! You missed the cape, Tina! Oh, hi, Jimmy Junior. We were just leaving in that direction. Man, I wish I had siblings I could walk that close with. My brother's 44. There has to be something else in here that will ruin Jimmy Junior. This one would be great, if we had eight weeks, 25 rabbits, and a fireman's hose. Ooh, look at this one. "Find the heart of his act, and cut it out." Like when Shelley Long left Cheers. Okay, Tina, time to put on your straitjacket. Oh, all this white, it's like your wedding day. Oh, I'm tearing up! Thank you, Mother. I must prepare. Boy, she's really in the zone, huh? Uh, I think I should stay here, Lin. Protect the restaurant from another Sazerac attack. A Saz attack. Forget the restaurant, Bob. You're gonna be cursed, no matter what. You might as well come support your daughter.
And let's be honest, Dad, how much more cursed can you really get? What, is he gonna give you an even weirder body? Thanks, Louise. You got it. Great. Sazerac's the emcee. I can't get away from that idiot. So... maybe... I'm going to get even with him. What? I mean... uh, nothing. Be right back. Good luck, Tina. Okay, my little Teenie-Weenie Houdini! Go kick some butt! Some butt, or one butt? Okay... We need to go, too, Mom. Uh, I'm Tina's... silk scarf wrangler. And I'm the one who has to make sure there's nothing up her sleeves. I love that. All right, Team Tina! Go, Team Tina! Enjoy your complimentary cold-cuts, Saza-jerk! The "Enemies of Magic" book! David Cassidy? Larry Bird? ! Diane Keaton?
Ha! My name's not in your book anymore, Sazerac, but this is! Uh-oh, that's not good. Ow. That's a peppercorn. Say that again. Now we cut out the heart of Jimmy Junior's act and put in this. "Poly-rhythmic synth-jazz"! No one can dance to that. That's right. Not even Jimmy Junior. Yeah! Here's the new music for Jimmy Junior's act. Um, I don't see anything on my list about new music. Look, we did a Kickstarter to make this music Oh, okay, okay! All right! Oh, boy. I snuck into Sazerac's dressing room and I found his stupid book and tore my name out. What? You did what? Ooh... Ooh, you smell like salami. Thank you, and welcome to the Young Magician's Competition! These kids are the magic stars of the future. Well, not all of them. Some will give up, become teachers, doctors... I know, I know. I agree, but come on. Let's hear it for our first contestant,
The Amazing Jimmy Pesto Junior and his assistant, Tammy Larson! That's not my music. Just go with it. I can't dance to this! Damn it! It looks like he's having a funky stroke. I miss you, Grandpa! This doesn't bother me at all, watching my almost boyfriend get horribly humiliated... Ah! Yes, it does! I can't do this! I gotta save him. It's not too late. Oh, maybe it is too late. Still, I've gotta try. What are you doing out here? Trying to save you. I switched your music to something with a nine-eight time signature. That's like dance Kryptonite! I know, I'm sorry. I was really mad at you for firing me and for replacing me with Tammy. I'm sorry, too, for being so sensitive about my dancing. So what do we do now? We have the rest of our lives to figure that out. No, I mean right now. Oh. Get off the stage, Tina! You're not his assistant. I am! Deal with it!
Sorry, Tammy, I can't hear you while you're rolling away so fast. Aah! Hi, Tammy! Bye, Tammy! Great magic! Well, should I do a trick? No, I'll be the magician and you assist me with your dancing. I told you, I can't dance to this music! And I probably can't get out of this. But follow my lead anyway. Okay, Tina. Is this part of the show? Yeah, right? Do a trick! And now, with the help of my lovely assistant, I will perform an amazing escape from the Jacket of Doom. Huh. I thought we were getting revenge. More like revenge on us, having to watch. Ho-ho. And now for the master to become the mark... This... isn't going well... Aah! ♪ Ta-dance. Hah! And now, for the winner of the Young Magician's Competition... The envelope, please! I can't believe you got out of that thing. How'd you do it? Magic.
Would you mind popping my shoulder back in? Yeah, sure. Thank you. Now, that's what I call air mail! The $500 grand prize goes to... Peter Pescadero, the Impescadaralist! I can't turn it off! Thank you! And the Honorable Mention Award for On-Stage Chemistry goes to... Tina Belcher and Jimmy Pesto Junior! Go, Tina! What? ! "On Stage Chemistry"? That's almost as good as off-stage chemistry. Why don't you two nerds go have wizard babies? Enjoy your prize. A $50 gift certificate from Wands! Wands! Wands! magic shop. Can not be applied to the purchase of wands. Sweet. Thanks, Tina. Don't thank me, thank my lips. Thanks, lips! See ya! Now I see him, now I don't. Way to go, Tina!
Your trick was the best! Everyone was talking about it. Thanks, Mom. Cool if we don't hug? So you won the Honorable Mention Onstage Chemistry award. That's something, right? No, I've thought about it and I don't think it is anything. Meanwhile, I picked my first pocket. Sazerac's. Oh, the "Enemies of Magic" book. Thanks, Louise, but I already tore my name out and look what I put in. Wait, what is this? "Look on the back of the page you tore out." "Dear Bob, I knew this is how it would end... "...you sneaking into my dressing room, "licking my cold-cuts, "and ripping your name out of the book, which I then let Louise take from my pocket." He let me take it? Wow. That guy is good. Yeah, he's great! There's a P.S. "P.S. I farted on the meat." Oh! Oh, God! Oh! Well, I hope you learned your lesson, Bob. Don't lick meat.
Disagree. What do you call a good looking Arab? What the fuck? Thanks, mate. Who are we escorting next, habibi? Put it this way... It's a pencil-pushing tight-ass prick you would love to punch the fuck out of, the Defense Minister. Ah, shit! He's the reason we got no decent fresh food in this place. He keeps cutting the budget, pretty soon we'll be throwing rocks like your mob! Ha, ha, ha. Your last deployment mate. Going to miss you, Baz. This place is gonna be damn boring without you! Ah, you'll find another Arab to take the piss out of, I'm sure! Yeah, but not a half Arab. Hold your tongue or I'll stick this rifle up your ass, wanker! Yeah, you'd like that, hey! What the fuck is that? ! - Sir! Sergeant Smith and I will be your escorts to the U.S. Green Zone this morning, sir. ETA 20 mikes. - What? Ah, it will take us 20 minutes to get to the American base, sir. Yeah, of course. What happened to all our Black Hawk helicopters? Well, sir, ah... All the Black Hawks are currently down at the moment, well, with all the budget cuts.
You see that flak jacket you're wearing, sir? Yeah? It has no armored plating. A bullet would go straight through that. It's true, I'm using it as a window shield in my room. Well, you blokes do realize that there is a recession going on, right? Yes sir, we understand that. But with all due respect, it's just hard to do our job when our equipment's falling apart. What the fuck was that? ! Oh, I wouldn't worry about that too much, sir. It was nothing. What do you fucking mean, "nothing?" That thing just shat its pants! Well, sir... due to the budget cuts, the thing that just shat its pants, is the only thing we have to get us where we're going. Is it safe? Yes sir, it's safe. We'll get you back to your recession in one piece. Might be a good idea to stop cutting the budget, right sir? - Fuck me... New flak jackets and helicopters for everyone. Right on! About time, you fucking wanker. Abdallah! The pride of the Golani Brigade. Yeah, not yet. The pricks won't let me back, till I pass my psych test. That's because you... need to stop head-butting brick walls. You still taking your meds? Don't need them.
Shit! You got to chill out, man. They are living in Haifa, they are both retired. Actually, his wife used to babysit me and my brother. I don't like the look of him. Have fun looking at a screen and try not to kill anyone. Fuck you, you goddamn cook! Hey, I love my job! What a beautiful day. What a fucking shit hole! Damn. Don't be closing that door there. How else am I gonna tan this beautiful body of a man, huh? What? You heard me. Good arm there, boy. Now... Don't be closing the door. You hear me? Welcome! You must be Ari? You're one friendly motherfucker, you ever hear that? This place is a shit fight. I've never seen a comm's center run so goddamn poorly. Settle down, Justin Timberlake, that's the way thing's run up here. You need to get with the program, okay. Oh yeah? - Yeah. Well, I want to talk to the officer in charge, right now. Well, let me get right on that.
Okay, son? They told me about you. You're that snapperhead with no personality. You listen to me! I'm a special forces soldier of the Golani Brigade! You hear me? Uh-uh, you were! You're a fucking nobody. Now you listen up, cocksucker. Imma be leavin' this shithole tomorrow morning, so I'll be cussing... and uh, drinking and calling you a cocksucker, okay? Now uh... You see them three bars... here, on my beautiful shirt? That means, I'm Captain... Officer. And by the looks of things, you're just a fucking grunt, so... That means, I... am the officer... in charge. Impossible. - Ah... Uh-uh, the Israeli officer wasn't feeling well, so they sent him home. So, it's just you and me, motherfucker, until tomorrow morning, okay? Get your bag, get back in your hooch, get suited and booted right now. Fuck off! Ah, this is going to be fun. Ah look, it's Aunty Samira! So... how's mom? She's good, yeah, she's still busy with the café. Never stop's working. She's a workaholic, alright. So when are you leaving the village and heading back home?
Australia? This is where I belong. Nice uniform, wanker! Did your wife iron it for ya? HabibiBassam! Still patrolling the border? I am now in charge of a platoon. Woohoo, big man! Pride of the Lebanese Army. So... tonight... You come with me. Where to? - Kfar Kila. Why would I want to go there for? You are Lebanese, Baz, be proud. Your father fought for this land, yeah? And? - You should go... The girls will be fine here. Get out and smell the fresh air around here. Fresh air, huh? We'll only be gone for a few hours? - Of course. I even have a uniform for you. Uniform? ! She puts up with your shit? The wife must always respect and obey the man. Oh, that's right, I forgot, we're still in the village. This is how you treat your wife?
In front of our friends? A real man would treat me like a princess! Look at Baz, how he treat Jewels. I'm sorry princess, please forgive me. You are so beautiful. She's beautiful, ah, yeah? I love you. Later I give you nice massage. What, are we going on a picnic, mate? What's the camera for? - Surveillance. Does this thing have night vision? You two love-birds going camping, or what? Jewels, my cousin! Maz, the sleaze! Sleaze? I like this name! We go on border patrol of Israel tonight. Don't worry, I will look after Bassam. What do you think, babe? We have fun! Take me to Australia with you, please, cousin. I would love to go. I hear the people there are nice and weather is beautiful. Ya, Sydney, Melbourne... Gold Coast, Sea World... Dreamworld, kangaroo! You sound like a tourism commercial. When your English gets a bit better and you come out to Australia, I'll get you a job in the café.
HabibiBassam! Thank you. Take it easy with the hugs, mate. People will think we're gay. PatrolUnit1, respond. There'sanurgentrequest madebytheCO. Heneedscigarettes. Check my locker, there's a carton in there. Wealreadydid. You better not be drinking my Araq. Toolate... Justget some cigarettesfortheboss. Over. Shu, what's up? I have to head back to the base now. Some shit job I must do. What do you want me to do? Listen, habibi, I'll be gone 40 minutes tops, okay? All you have to do is walk in this direction until you come across a house with lots of those antennas on the roof. You're taking the piss, right? No, I don't need piss now. When you get there just knock on the door, tell them you're my cousin, give them this. I don't know a word of Arabic and you're asking me to walk into a Lebanese Army base? Why do Australians worry about everything? You're sending me on a tour that has the Israeli soldiers looking at me through their scopes. Don't worry. Here, take my pistol, it's an old 9mm. Just follow the yellow brick road. You know, from The Wizard of the Oz. Yeah, thanks Dorothy, dumb-ass.
Dumb-ass? I like this word. Gay, dumb-ass. Very nice words. You teach me more. Anyone home? Ah, Ari! How many times I gotta tell ya, not to close that goddamn door? ! Bob, what the fuck are you doing on the floor? Shut up. Okay man, okay man. You speak English? Just untie me and you can walk free, my friend, okay? Hey Druze boy... You hear me, you fucking--! You fucking hear me? ! What's your name? Oh! Ah, Bob. And that cock-head over there is named ah... Ari. Listen, mate... I was on my way to grandma's house, and got lost... and ended up here. So if I'm a guest in your home, I need you to be nice so we can resolve this little matter. - Sure my friend... We can have a cup of tea and watch a little TV. Huh, what do you think?
Don't be smart. You're fucking English or Arabic? Australian Lebanese. Australian Lebanese, okay, so let me get this right. You crossed the Lebanese- Israeli border, without anyone seeing you. You're Australian Lebanese... You walked into a top secret Israeli communication base, and you've taken two prisoners! Yeah, that sounds about right. What the fuck happened, huh? Work it out, fuck-stick! We've been captured. Where the fuck were you, Bob? ! Uh... Shu? No, I was grabbing a beer... and um, I got punched in the face by this... this here nice gentleman with the gun. Fucking Americans... Everything is a fucking party, right? ! What? - Homecoming! Miller time. Well as you can see... we have a crazy Australian Arab with us tonight! An Aussie? Hey, you from the penal colony? ! You're a goddamn criminal, huh? Jesus, Bob, when God was giving out brains, you clearly thought they were milk shakes! you make fun of my goddamn middle name one more time, I'll bite off your nose! What's your name, Arab?
Steady on with that Arab thing. My name is Baz and I work for nobody, alright? You know Baz, we have plenty of room for pussies like you in our prisons. You're in Israel, motherfucker! No one fucks with us, got it? ! Shut the fuck up! Boys please, for the love of God, shut up. Hey, hey, hey, relax with the guns, guns ain't funs. What do you say we have a few beers? You Aussies love a cold one, right? Yeah? Gimme a fucking second! - Sure, sure. Alright, listen... Bob... That sounds good to me. But no bullshit, alright? I am no threat to you. I just walked in the wrong fucking door. Kind sir, if you would be so nice and go over here and cut my cable tie, I could get up and get us some beers. I just don't want to die today or tomorrow. Alright. Don't cut off my hand, please. But not you, Ari. You have to calm your shit down first! Who the fuck gave you all the power? Just because you got a gun, don't you think you're getting out of this situation scott-free. Hey, steady on mate.
Alright, let's just tone it down a notch. - Fuck! Now, I know that your adrenaline is pumping, and the red mist is fucking with your ability to process this situation right now. But I urge you to calm your shit down. Piece of shit. This guy is off the charts. There you go. Ari, Ari... Relax. Yeah okay, fat man. Fat man? I'm not fat. Hey look... Let me ask you the same question. Who gave you all the power? Who gave me the power? Who gave me the power? You're in my country, you American idiot! Go invade some other weak-ass country! Get your head out of your ass, and clean the shit from your ears, and hear me soldier. Because when the shit hits the fan and it gets a little rough out there, all you pussies, and you're all pussies... you call the good ol' U.S. of A. to save your fucking asses. It's your lucky day! You can choose two cupcakes, okay? This one and... Baby, I'm just gonna go out for some fresh air, okay? Oh, you mean a cancer stick? Some people call it that. I call it fresh air. You sure? What about that one?
And this one. - Mm-hm. And that one. How's it goin'? Jewels baby, are you okay? Yeah, yeah, we're okay. Oh God, you're hurt! Listen, stay here and don't move. Sarah, gimme your mobile phone. Wait, where are you going? Get back. Stay down, stay down. Somebody please help me! She was in the bomb blast. Yes, yes tell me what happened? Looks like she clipped a femoral artery, hurry. Hurry! Where are you from? What kind of question is that? Are you Israeli? What does it matter where I'm from? An old lady might die, and you're asking where I'm from? Yes, I want to know where you come from. Australia, you happy? ! You look Arabic. Are you an Arab? You know an Arab did this. - I don't know who the fuck did this, I know an Arab tried to save her life!
- Baz! Are you ok? - I'm good. Where's Lisa? Uh, she's uh... You're with this terrorist? You bastard, he's not a fucking terrorist. You're married to an Arab? Fuck you, terrorist! Fuck you! So, Baz... What's your story, huh? I joined the Australian Army back in '01. I served in Afghanistan and Iraq as a commando. I discharged... under a week ago. I'm visiting my father who lives about five kilometers from here. How's that working out for you, man? Not so good, actually, Ari. Don't mind him. I was tagging along with my cousin on a night patrol, and I got lost and somehow ended up here. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, huh? This is retarded! I am getting the fuck out of here! Sayonara, dickheads! Ari, you need to get your head checked. Bob, good luck, mate. Get the fuck out of my country! - I'm fucking trying mate! You can't leave, Baz! - Bullshit, Bob!
You locked the front door, which means you locked us all in here for the next six hours. You're making no sense, sunshine. It's a time-lock door Baz, for security reasons. It will automatically open after six hours or a soldier with a code from the outside can get in, see? See the clock? - That just makes no fucking sense! What makes sense in the military, huh? Well, I don't know? A fucking key? Only a patrol with the code number can get in and the key went home with the Israeli officer. So there you go. What happens if there's a fire or one of you nutters decides to go all BowlingforColumbine? Well, asshole, it's our duty to stay locked in. That's because you're pussies! Why was the door unlocked in the first place? 'Cause Bob wanted to tan his beautiful body of a man! That's true, that is true. But we always leave the door open, I mean... nothing ever happens here. We're in the middle of nowhere. We're pretty much fucked, aren't we, right? When that door opens, I'm firing the first shot. With any luck, I can make a run for the border. It's either that or I'm dead. If you do that... Israel will attack Lebanon and... anybody else she views as a threat and... boom! Bomb blast. Tel Aviv. Five minutes ago. Car bomb, fucking car bomb. Many people are wounded, some are dead.
You want a beer? It's nice and cold. You married, Bob? Boyfriend, girlfriend? Actually, I... lost my wife five years ago to cancer, so yeah. I'm sorry to hear that, mate. - Yeah. Well that's a fucking shame, Bob. Things happen. How about yourself? I'm married. - Bob! Bob! What? ! Give me one of those cigarettes. Can he have a cigarette? No! You know what, why don't you paint yourself blue, get inside the ocean, fucking drown, huh? What does that mean? - Some Jew thing, I think. I don't even know what that means. - Fuck this, fuck this shit! Fuck this! I've had enough of this fucking bullshit. Shoot me. Come on, you goddamn Arabic dog. My grandfather killed you Arabs, my dad killed you Arabs, I'm gonna kill a few more Arabic scum shit like you before I die. Shoot me!
- Baz, no. Isn't it great how we can just shoot you fuckers? Blow your homes up and no one talks about it? I love it. The whole world thinks nothing of you. You give us 20 more years and we'll exterminate you to the very fucking last of you bitches! You're a tough motherfucker with five or six Army buddies behind you, huh? But a big fucking pussy, one on one. Do it, you fucking pussy, come on. I'm going to fucking kill you. This is for your grandfather, this is for your father. Come on, you fucking Israeli psycho! You fucking pussy! Sit the fuck down! Hey, hey, come on, Ari. Fucking okay. Fucking let me go, fuck you! Settle down now. Come on now. Here, here, have a drink. Have a drink. Why'd you have to hit him so hard for? Come on, God darn. - It's okay, kid. Fuck off! You know what, Ari? You're more barbaric than a pit bull in heat. You are kind of fucked up. - Shut the fuck up, Bob. Okay.
Why is the world so scared of you guys? I mean, you got the whole world shitting in their pants! You say a thing against a Jew, and the media goes fucking ape-shit with the term anti-Semitic... The holocausts. The fucking Jews have been persecuted for thousands of years. But here you are telling me that you love to kill Arabs. Now how the fuck does that work? Yeah, because your Muslim Jihad, that blows themself up in our buses are innocent, right? No Ari, that's not what I'm saying, all extremists need to have their head read, okay? The media just makes us look real like shit! That's true. Come live in America, say a bad thing about a Jew and they will cut your balls off. But land in the US as an Arab and get harassed. Baz, to be fair, you did blow up our twins. Which was a colossal fuck up. Now I'm not saying that mistakes haven't been made. But can you imagine if the Arabs started crying to the world that they have been persecuted? By the Romans, the Ottomans, the British, the French, Tom, Dick and fucking Dirty Harry? People would laugh! Well the media has put bad spin on you people, that's true. I mean why is it okay for you guys to be put on a pedestal and wrapped in cotton wool? Fuck you, man! We have been persecuted. People all over the world have been persecuted! Yeah whatever, this is our land so both of you can get the fuck out of here. Look, what happened to all the Arabs, the Jews, the Christians that were all living together,huh? I'll tell you what happened. When the Zionist movement of the world decided it was a good time to take Palestine, they put a gun to their heads and told everyone to fuck off. You ever heard of the Balfour Declaration? Yep!
Huh? The British mandate, the United Nations resolution that states half of the land of Palestine is given to the Arabs which they rejected and the other half is given to the Jews! What about the massacres, son! You forget that? Groups such as the Irgun, Lehi, Haganah? Haganah took out British authorities, and resident Arabs. Well you know, shit was happening on both sides, Bob. That's war. And the Arabs were no fucking angels either. In '48, when the British withdrew, Israel was immediately attacked by the Arab nations. So I'm very sorry that after 6 million Jews that were slaughtered in the holocaust, we had to defend ourself. What about that Six-Day War, huh? What about it? It was a glorious victory. Oh come on, that was land grabbing son, land grabbing. Shit happens. What about the invasion of Lebanon, mate? Your PLO buddies started it, we just finished it. Fuck off, Ari! What about the 17,000 Lebanese civilians who died in the conflict of '82? How the fuck do you know so much about Middle East politics, huh? Well I've been living in the Middle East about 10 years, and I got a degree in political science, which makes me not just a red-neck but a very, very smart red-neck! Well, you don't have to live with the Palestinians, okay. Cut the bullshit, son. 'Cause you could say that about any and all nationalities. You're both full of shit. I take it you're the man that brought in Miss Rosenberg? Anna is her name, yes. You have I.D.?
Passport? Uh no, it's back at the hotel. Where are you from? I was born in Australia. My father is Lebanese, which makes me Lebanese. Stand up. What? Did you know that? So why are you arresting him? - Listen to me. No, you listen to me. What if he had saved your mother? Would him being an Arab matter then? Ms. Rosenberg wants to see the man who saved her life. I've had enough of this bullshit, had both of y'all... enough. Hey Ari, what do you say you give me a hand cleaning this shit up, okay? Why don't you go fuck yourself, anti-Semitic pig. Hey don't put that anti-Semitic shit on me, you new Jew boy. Come on. New Jew boy? - Yeah. You know Bob, before you judge me and my people, you should take a look at your own history, you hick country bumpkin! Oh yeah? - Yeah. Here we go... I'm sure you're going to give it to me. Give it to me. Yeah well, America was founded on genocide. You guys are far from being innocent in this argument.
Native Americans, slavery... war-mongering. You're an Ashkenazi Jew, aren't you? You're not even a Sephardic Jew! Answer the question, Ari. Are you Sephardic or Ashkenazi? A Jew is a Jew and that's it. You should be a teacher, a brief lecture and he's already lost me! The gentleman here is European. - He's an asshole! And not a descendant of the people of this region. He therefore can't claim anti-Semitism! You see, anyone from this part of the world who originated here is a Semite. That's me, regardless of what god or practice you follow. So Ari, by your own definition, you're not a real Jew. Fuck you Baz, it's like me saying you're not Arabic because you were born in Australia. All Jews, black, white, Asian, all are Semitic by birthright or conversion. That shit was made up to protect you guys under one banner. Yeah, okay. Yo, Bob! What do you call us Arabs in your part of the world? That would be Dune Coon, Sand Nigger, Camel Jockey, and Towel Head, shit like that! You see that is the true definition of anti-Semitic! Alright, so Bob, who is the Semite in the room? ! Well, it ain't Ari 'cos he's some kinda European breed which makes him an Ashkenazi! You see, it's funny how you people claim to be Semitic, chanting the anti-Semite war cry, when you're not even a proper Semite yourself or even understand the fucking term! Where do you get your facts from Baz? No seriously, I want you to tell me. 'Cause I've never heard so much racist bullshit in my whole goddamn life! Hey, listen you--
Listen, you two monkey ball shavers, come on. Baz, no, settle down. Okay? Fuck me. You know what the problem is with you people? Now, you have facts and you have facts. that a fact is just another dickhead's opinion and that is a fucking fact. Now, I have something special to calm you two down. And it isn't a... man's penis, nor is it mine! Mexican-Cuban bud! The way a man does. A girl isn't supposed to think that way, I know. And I'd like to find it all in one person. There's no such animal. The fact is, there's something about a bastard. Like they say, it's always the trombone player. The one who turns you on is the one who does you in. But I'll never risk everything again on somebody like you. Charles? I'm in here, Charles. But, Charles I'm with someone and I wish you wouldn't come in here now. All right, Gwen. I'm going. I'll call you later. Calling Dr. Shapiro. Calling Dr. Shapiro. Pick up, please. - What are you whispering about? - Looks like you've been up all night. You hit it right on the head.
Aren't you a long ways from home? If you insist on putting a match to all I've built for 20 years I'm damn well gonna be here too. - Brought him some cigars. - Cigars? What he needs is a good swift kick in the ass. When I came in this morning, he was all dressed and ready to go. Little bag all packed. Said you were coming in a taxi. When I told him he couldn't go, he took exception. I had to give him a shot. - I'll show it to him. - No, we'll tell him. - You get him. - Okay. My mother and father, after all these years... Well, that's the way life ends sometimes. All the hostilities and suspicions we feel every day, we hold them down. But they always come out. Forgot my keys. Here. That's all right, Mom. I'll get in through the cellar. Eddie, look, you can see that they can't ever live together in this house again. You don't agree? Appreciate your check by return mail. Yours truly, Sam Arness. Oh, is that all you got? That's all? Evangelos! Evangelos!
Go down delicatessen. Bring half-pound ham, half-pound tongue, half-pound Swiss cheese. He's gone to sleep, Sam. For the last two years while he's been hitting and cursing her, where were you? Every time I look at this house, I could kill him. I could kill Michael. Four spades, double. Do you realize your mother spent 40 years in that house slaving for that monster? - Shut up! I tell you... - Hey. Hey. She's your wife, now keep her mouth... I just have to get a few things. Come here. Why do you make me do that? Why did you do that? I was about to hit her with my fist. Look, darling, Gloria realizes that you're not exactly rational at the moment. Eddie, darling. Let's go in there where it's quiet. Remember, Eddie? In there? It was the first time, wasn't it? Remember? There's only one thing I ever wanted, Florence. I wanna be a writer. Oh, baby, you can be anything. Anything you choose to be. Well, when I told Dr. Leibman that you didn't like the person you were he said that was the cause of most of the unhappiness in the world.
And that you were right, it was time for you to accept that you are what you are. Eddie, look. - What are you thinking? - Don't you think my father has a right to live the rest of his life as irrational as he wants? - On his own terms. - Yes, but, Eddie you cannot put your father and your mother in the same house again. - So, what are your plans? - I want you to come home with me on the next plane and I want you to work with Dr. Leibman. You know what you can do with Dr. Leibman. Thanks a lot, but no, thanks. Baby, you need help and I need your help. - I haven't said anything yet about Ellen. - Changing the subject. She's in New York. She hasn't gone back to school. She needs a father, Eddie. And Dr. Leibman, he's pretty smart. He says you can adopt a child but there's a time when the child has to adopt you. What are you and Gloria planning about my father? We have no plans. Have you? Yes. Florence, I'm gonna have him live with me. - Eddie, it... It just wouldn't work. - Why not? - Lf you were yourself, you'd see that. - Obviously, I'm not myself. - He needs constant care. - I'll give it to him.
Oh, Eddie, let's face it. He's a different kind of person than we are. Florence. He's my father. What the hell is all this sudden pretense that you care about him? - You'd like to kill him. - Dr. Leibman speaking. - Sooner or later you will. - Why are you so violent? Because you and I have got a huge reconstruction job to do and because... Why? Because where were you last night? Where were you, all night, last night? All night. I was with Gwen last night. All night, last night. You... What are you whispering about? Eddie, come with us. Gloria has a list of homes, we're going to drive and look at some. - We've decided that... - In this case, I decide. In this case, your mother has the last word and she agrees with us. Well, ask her. Oh, by the way, I just spoke to Gloria on the phone and she said that they've found a very nice home for Mr. Arness. No, Father. Old folks' homes are for people who have nobody. He has me. I remember day I arrived this country. I was 19.
Beautiful boy. Can you believe it? First time I saw shore. - Dr. Weeks. - Long Island. Tell me, isn't there anything that can be done for him, really? Make him as happy as you can for as long as you can. First time I saw shore, then... - I was thinking... - Actually, Gloria said... - I was thinking of taking him to Florida. - Oh, Mr. Arness. There's a town of Greek sponge fishermen down there. You mean kidnap him? I'm sorry. You'd have to give permission, wouldn't you? - Yes. And, of course, I couldn't do that. - Father Draddy? Mr. Willis is looking for you. What if I were to? Kidnap him? I couldn't give permission. But despite that if you were to, the best time would be around midnight. I'll be giving the nurses on the floor some special instructions. Going down. Thanks, Charles. Come on, Pop. Upstairs to bed for you. - I sleep here.
- Pop, you can't stay here. - I sleep here. - Pop, you... She give my keys certain persons. You understand? All my business papers. Don't repeat that. Who knows what kind, God knows, monkey business going on? My feet cold. Yeah, I'll get something for you. There, feel that? You're gonna be warm in a couple of minutes. - Tomorrow, first thing, we go to bank. - Right, Pop. Tomorrow I'm gonna buy you those little white grapes you like, huh? I hear that before too. Are you really gonna take him to the bank tomorrow? What else can I do? His feet were like ice. - What's his name? - Sam Arness. Sam, it's good to see you. Come in. But after I'm married, we could see each other. Get a place, fix it up and I'd take care of you there. That's all you want of me anyway, the night stuff, everything perfect. And that's all I want of you. You say you want the truth. That'd be it. Isn't that what you've always wanted?
Money is a little tight right now. Gwen. - Tomorrow. - Right. What time is it? Morning. I don't know. Gwen, I'm gonna marry you. I don't hear a sound out of you for a year and a half. Now you come on with that marriage salami. - What the hell do you think I am? - Gwen, I'm going to marry you. Did you expect to find me waiting here, my tail on ice, with your... - I expected what I got. - Let me tell you what you got. After you dropped me at Chet's, I made up my mind to clean you out of me. The next night I went to Downey's. A guy said, "Have a drink. " - I said, "You're in luck. " - And? To finish you off, I called up Jack Schnee. - The poster man? - That's right. - What was his attraction? - You didn't like him. That was his attraction, that's the way I went. And I'll tell you the best of all. An Italian. A movie producer: Fat, pig rich, arrogant.
An old man with a nothing body. But he'd look at me and he'd smile that soft Italian smile and he'd hold me with those soft Italian hands. Like the hands of one of those old saints. No poetry about love but such affection. The purest, the most honest, the most believable thing... - I don't care. You're gonna marry me. - People aren't that way. They pretend, lie, like you do, because they can't take it the way they really are: Faithless. You can't take it the way you really are, faithless. And the way I really am. And love? For songs. "Love" is the word they say before they pull your guts out. What are you doing here? - You can lie to me but I'm not gonna... - You're here because you love me. - I don't love you, you son of a bitch! - Don't lie to me! Stop it, son of a bitch! Stop it! Stop it! Taxi here? I'm ready. Get out of here! Did you see that? He was raping her! I mean he's insane, literally. Literally insane.
All right, go. Fix breakfast. - I talk to boy alone. - Don't talk to her that way. It's okay. How about some scrambled eggs? - I don't want make trouble. - He wants eggs. Evangelos, don't get fresh with me. Pop, how'd you sleep on that couch last night? - Your grandfather was here last night. - What'd he say? He was angry with me. He said, "Seraphim. Seraphim, you are not finished. " What'd he mean by that? Everybody trying to bury me. - Come on, now. - You too. - Pop, I don't wanna bury you. - We soon find out. - You keep doubting me. - Because I want you to give me money. I'm going into business again. Now then. How much you got? I don't know. You ever hear anything like this? Grown man doesn't know how much he has in bank. Amen, amen.
Now, how much you got? - You and Frances? - Florence, Pop. L... I really don't know. Miss, I find my life, all conversation change when subject money. You find same thing? Evening before, everything "Sweetheart, honey, lollipop" plenty chop-chop monkey business. Next morning, cold behind, right? - That's life. - But from your son, you should expect... Yeah, you boy. All my life, I ask favor nobody. - For chrissakes, Pop. - Forget it. Gold isn't everything, right? Pennies from heaven, falling down. Guarantee, falling down, guarantee. Right? Pop. Please, Pop, why don't you sit down? The truth is, I do have some property, but I don't think I have any cash. Miss, you ever hear anything like that? Grown boy lying to his father? I'm not lying, Pop. That's the truth. Evangelos, why you make me beg like this in front of stranger? This is my last chance. Everybody laughing at me. Everybody says, "He's finished.
- Sam's finished. No brains. " - You've got plenty of brains. - Lf you don't get this, no brains. - That's not the point, Pop. I know, the point is gelt, gelt, gelt is more important than your own family! I'm just like my father. Evangelos, my last hope is on you. You owe me. Look at me. You see those Irish, those Armenians, send their sons college? I worked my way through college. You did everything you could to stop me. If it wasn't for Mother... Where do you think she got money? From my pockets! Send good-for-nothing, hopeless-case son Shakespeare-and-so-forth college. But then you found out what life is and you make bigshot success because you got merchant blood here, here, here. Don't give me that merchant-blood shit! - You're selfish, mean... - You have my blood, my brains. - I have my blood, my brains! - Look your face! - I am not like you! - You same goods like me. - I was never like you! - Now, why you don't give me money? "Money, money, money. " - I'm a bad business risk. - I'm ashamed to be your son!
In your place, I do exactly that! - You said...? - I said, "I'm ashamed to be your son. " All right. Sam finished. Sam Arness finished. All right. All right. First time in 45 years, I wasn't able to control what I felt about that old man. Eddie, look, what's that? Evangelos! Evangelos! Evangelos! Mr. Anderson? Mr. Anderson. Don't worry, Charles, I'm going away. Where? Into myself. You're what? You better see a doctor. A priest. See a priest. One last thing. I don't know exactly who Andy's father is and I don't care but I did my arithmetic and he's not yours. So it's better this way, right? Right. Thomna! Thomna! Thomna! What's this bill?
Tuition? What's that? Tuition. Thomna. You put Shakespeare college in this damn-fool boy's head? All my life I work, make business for this boy future. And now when I need him, you teach him leave his father. Evangelos! Taxi, I'm ready. Sam, it's the boy's life. He doesn't want rug business. He wants something different. Oh, Mom. What the hell kind of lesson was that to give a boy? I can't blame Pop. You should've... You should've taught me to stick up for myself. Not that, Mom. Not that. Are you out of your goddamn mind? - Clean. And when are you going to change to Zephyr? Now, what is it, your mother's fault, your father's fault? What's that, Freud? You are you, kid. Eddie Anderson, the indispensable man. All right. Let's get down to nuts and bolts. Congratulations. - Congratulations.
- I've always said, time... You had power, then. Remember what it felt like? Power. Ram it in. Power. The fact is, without your job and without the money in your pocket, you're nothing. Well, look at you. The most impressive part of you right now? That cigar. Hey, don't look at me like that, baby. If you think you're gonna get rid of me, you're out of your mind. You had the perfect arrangement. Fat job, beautiful house, understanding wife. All the side nooky you could handle. You had it all. You did. What is that, Edward? A little composition of your own? They're coming to get you, Eddie. - Edward. - The Marines. Edward, since I've come 3000 miles solely for the purpose of talking to you I don't think I should be required to do so through a screen. Edward. Edward, I've come all the way from California to chat with you. And I'm going to chat with you. Edward, you look terrible. What are you doing to yourself? This is not you. Something has taken possession of you, Edward.
Come on now, snap out of it. What? I can't hear you. - This is me. - Applesauce. - Damn fool. - Had it all. You did. Edward. I'm gonna have to protect you and yours, Florence in particular from whatever demon is at work inside of you. And if extreme measures are necessary... And at this point I think they may be. - I will most certainly take them. You are causing havoc on all sides. You start by kidnapping a man who doesn't know which end's up. - Evangelos. - Where is he? My father. For reasons that are obvious, I'm not prepared to tell you. - He's my goddamn father. - He's in excellent care. - Where? - Where he ought to be. In a home for the aged and incompetent. Evangelos. - "Incompetent. " - Yes, Edward. I'm sorry, but you've got to be made to face the facts. Goddamn it, Edward, pay attention to me. If you don't like the way we live, change it.
Be fair, be just, Eddie. Time is short, Edward, but this marriage can still be made to work. That is what I consider to be my duty as your family lawyer. Darling, if I didn't see you through this, what would I be for? What would I be for? Will you stop wandering and listen? Forget the property involved, although it's considerable. But Florence, Edward, Florence. You're married, you damn fool, to the perfect woman. There isn't a man I know who doesn't envy you. How many women, I ask you, would have endured what Florence has endured? Maybe Florence shouldn't have. Some instinct tells her that this marriage can still be made to work even though she's in a state of shock and... Oh, hell. Oh, Eddie, I know it's going to be good again like it was in the beginning. - I have faith in that. - Faithless! Incidentally, is the young lady still upstairs? And the way I really am. Are you preparing a divorce action? That will not be necessary, providing you do precisely as I say. You never meant it when you said you'd leave your wife. And that is...? First, I want you, for your own deepest good to go away somewhere for a long, long rest. In a home for the incompetent? Somewhere. I'll overlook the sarcasm. Somewhere so that you can regain your balance reconstitute your sense of values. - And so that Florence, well, can recover. - Are you in love with my wife?
I beg your pardon? I hit on something, didn't I? I must try to remember that you are in a paranoid state. But I will say this: Florence is an extraordinary woman who is being slaughtered by an ego run wild. Since you won't believe me, I suggest you ask Ellen who drove out here with me... - He's right, Daddy. Mommy. Hello, darling... Look. Hello, Florence. Excuse me. Dr. Leibman, Eddie's here. Should I stay out a little longer? No, no, of course not, come in. Come in. Well, if it isn't my old playmate. Well, if it isn't my old playmate. I smell money. I smell money. Whenever I see a psychoanalyst and a lawyer, I smell money but this time, I smell it all around me. Florence, may I ask you to explain that remark? Dr. Leibman, please. I have an appointment. - Well, I'm going back on the 6:00 plane. - I got a date with a manicurist downstairs. I can fix it up for you too. She's a little hairy here and there but... - Edward, Edward. - I need a quick consultation.
Can we have a quick consultation, doctor? Are you in love with my wife too? Well, she is attractive. You're so cute. I love his mustache. I'd spend the whole week playing with you, hold my hand. - Edward, do you mind? - You're damn right I mind. I came here to talk to my wife, I didn't... Arthur. Arthur, stop wandering. Pay attention, please. - Arthur, do something. - All right. - Thank you. - Just... Let's settle back. I smell money. Oh, I can still smell money. Am I getting warmer? Is this what it's all about? "Community property: Both houses, all land, art objects automobiles, furniture, effects... " You forgot the contents of the Deepfreeze. "... to my wife Florence until I am, in her judgment, again a responsible person. " "Her judgment"? Oh, well, give me a pen. Who are you? What's the difference? Eddie, don't. Don't sign it.
I have no objections. There you are. I always knew your heart would... Your heart's in the right place. Now, you can all get the hell out of here, I'm gonna talk to my wife. You're right. Now, we'll all sit down. Afraid I'm getting a headache. Well, how are you, Florence? I have trouble sleeping in this awful city. Yeah, it's been tough on you. But how are you really? Well, I... I've been feeling ashamed. Because... Because... I don't know. Suddenly, it's like I was persecuting you. You're doing what you have to do. Eddie, can I ask you again? Is all this about her? Not really, no. I'm prettier than she is. Yes. You are. Then what...? What is it about? My self-respect. That's all? That's all.
I mean... You know, I mean, I thought perhaps it was something... - Serious? - I didn't say that. I ought to slap you right across the face for that. You mean, that what you've been doing... That. Increases your self-respect? I was... I was going to say that perhaps it... It was something I couldn't help you with. The night after you left I was at a party. And I went home with another man. And when he touched me I went dry. Eddie, you're all I've ever wanted. I'm waiting for you. I know you finally kicked her out. She left me. I don't believe any woman would leave you, Eddie. She's marrying Charles. Any minute. Oh, Eddie. Eddie, I can make you happier than any woman, if you'll only let me. And I... I know that all this, somehow, somewhere, is my fault too. Don't think I don't. You know, you look very well. You've absolutely no business looking so well, you bastard, but you do. Come. Come with me.
Lie with me. Side by side, just like we used to. There. Oh, I'd stick with you through anything. You already have. Yes, I have, haven't I? That's all. That's all. And now, you tell me, Eddie how you want it to be. How it should be, so that you'll be happy. And that's the way, so help me God, it's going to be. Oh, Florence. - All I want is... - Yes. Go on. To do absolutely... nothing. Fine. What are you going to do? Just be. Well, what will you be? Nothing. Be. But be what? - Be nothing? - Yes. - Eddie, you're a talented man, you can... - Yes. Nothing. Just be myself. Sounds silly.
- No, no, not at all. - You know, walk places. You know. Sit down, think. - Maybe. - Like Tolstoy? No, like me. But, Eddie, Tolstoy could afford it. He was a very rich man. - He had lots of slaves... - We have property. Sell it. - I wish you could see the new bills... - I want you to sell that house. And sell our place in the desert. Sell the cars, the paintings that Bulgarian statue in the garden. Sell the books, the records, Deepfreeze, everything. I'm head of the house. That's an order. Sell it. Yes, but, Eddie, be sensible. Where would we go? What do we really need? We'll get a small apartment and start from scratch. Eddie, you've worked hard all your life, you deserve a comfortable living. But I wasn't comfortable. I kept trying to kill myself. Florence, look, I know I've... I've done bad things to you, Ellen, other people but nothing like what I've done to myself. I didn't say that you were perfect.
But, Eddie, dear, you once had consideration for other people. Eddie, darling, be a decent man again. Eddie. Think of someone besides yourself. All I ever did was think of everyone except myself. I've got to learn to be selfish. That was never your trouble, Eddie. Not that. - Not being... Not being selfish. - Yes, yes, yes, that's it. I've got to learn to be selfish. Our whole life was built around you, Eddie. Oh, the minutes. The minutes. - The minutes. - What minutes? The minutes of my life. Do you want me to sell them again? - Eddie, calm down. - I don't feel calm. Why should I calm? I swear to God! I'll never again... I'm never again gonna work at a job I despise. Never. - Never. - Yes, yes, yes. But what are you going to do? I wanna do... :one:
...small, good thing before I die. One thing I really respect. Yes, of course. That's what I want. That's all. One small, decent... Such as wallowing in that tramp. It has nothing to do with her. And don't call her a tramp. I'll call her what she is. He signed my signature to this. Call her whatever you like. She's less of a tramp than most of our friends. When you tell me about your great new life, I know what that means. - What do you know about Gwen? - Everything, Arthur's had her investigated. - Investigated? - Yes. We know who she's been with. Do you want the report? - Investigated, huh? - How many times and where. I'm in better shape than you are. I can teach... - Bought, paid for. - So what? She wouldn't prepare commitment papers behind her husband's back. I didn't do that. She wouldn't plot to jail her husband in a mental institution. - I didn't agree to that.
- There's a paper in her lawyer's pocket that would put me in a mental institution on a writ signed by you! - I refused to sign that! - But you are! At this very instant you are considering whether you should sign it, aren't you? - Aren't you? Aren't you? - Daddy! - Admit it! Now, admit it! - Daddy, don't! - Admit it! Aren't you? Admit it! - Help! Help! Arthur, help me! - Admit it! - Arthur! - Arthur! - You admit it! - Arthur! Help! - Daddy! Arthur! - Liar! Liar! - Help! Arthur, he's insane. Perhaps Your Honor's judgment might be that this man should be allowed to benefit from psychopatholo... The reason she thinks that perhaps Your Honor's judgment might be that this man should benefit from psychopathological treatment...
The best available. - Has to do with the damage that he's done, not to others, but to himself. I have been able to piece together what Mr. Arness did the rest of that day that brought him to this mental hospital in the condition that he's now in. It took considerable investigation. Excuse me. I thought I might put the results before Your Honor. Hold on. Do you have any objections, Mr. Arness? Do you? As a way of starting. Mr. Arness, do you object? Mr. Arness, would you remember, I'm here to protect you not to prosecute you. You may proceed. Our first information came from some children who were playing in front of the old family home on Long Island Sound. They saw Mr. Arness drive up in a cab walk into the old place and pull down the shades. We must bear in mind, Your Honor, as we consider the events that this man has twice tried to destroy himself. In fact, missed doing so only by a miracle. You'll regret it. You'll regret it. Go ahead. None of us will ever know, of course what went on in the private hell that is the soul of this man. All we know is what his nearest neighbor told us. That at about 9:00 that night he heard an explosion. And when he went to the window, he saw the old place in flames. He called the fire department, rushed over and found Mr. Arness inside the burning house throwing the furniture, curtains, anything he could find into the blaze, feeding it. How Mr. Arness got out, or where he went, no one could imagine. I might add, however, that stored in the cellar of the old place were the commercial records, files, ledgers, correspondence in fact, the entire history of his father's business life. When that old gentleman heard about it, he broke down and wept. His whole life. What?
That was his whole life. And this? This was where he...? Dr. Weeks, perhaps you would take over. We were expecting him to come to the hospital to visit his father so when I was told that he was downstairs in a cab, I wasn't surprised. But I didn't expect to find him unconscious in a pool of blood, his own. - Take me to Room 612. - Take him to Emergency. - And who did he say shot him? - Wouldn't say then or later. Whoever shot him escaped without a clue. Mr. Arness lodged no complaint. Mr. Arness. It'd help me no end to make this decision I've got to make about your future if you would tell me exactly what you're thinking this instant. I sat there, I watched those flames and I felt better than I've felt in a long time. You know. You lit them. And that's why I came here. I wanted to thank you for that. No one else to thank. Fortunately, both shots, though aimed at vital spots lodged in extremely fleshy areas. And though painful, the wounds... Charles. I only came here to say thanks. Don't, Charles. I like you, Charles. I like you too. I wanna stay here. He was railroaded. You've got him in prison here.
There are days I wish I could get as mad as you, but it's not allowed here. I suggest you go see... - Judge Morris? - Yes? Well, Dr. Lloyd tells me you gave him a great going over this morning. It's a case of revenge, pure and simple. His wife and her lawyer... May I ask just who you are? - Are you his...? - I'm... How do they say it? Just a good friend. I'm sure that's just what he needs. I'm sure she didn't mean that the way it sounded. Our problem isn't how to keep them in, it's how to get them to leave. That place is chock full of middle-aged dropouts. They even have a turned-off rabbi out there. Yeah, it's a place where... Well, somebody called it "a human dumping ground. " But I kind of resent that. It's more of an escape hatch, you might say, from what's outside. It's a hiding place for the unwanted. The last stop. That's why so many of them do their level damnedest to stay in. Take our Mr. Arness, for instance. Apparently, or so they tell me, he's so happy he hasn't felt the need to address himself to anyone for two weeks. You know he can walk out of that place the minute he has a job and a roof over his head. He's not so inclined. Not in the least. Nice baby.
Nice baby. Come on, get up. We're going. Don't give me that silent treatment, Eddie. Come on, get up. They said that if you had a job over your head, that you... Well, that you could leave this place. I have a job for you, Eddie. What kind of employment, may I ask? Gwen, these are my friends. Well, that's up to him. Madam, that's hardly worth leaving here for. Well, when these old people break a hip so they can't walk, they can't stand the chance of pneumonia is... Well, like your father. Before you know it... Hi, Pop. - Don't. Don't. - Oh, but I'm going to. - Time to go to bed. - I mean, don't stop. Don't ever stop. Okay, girls, come on, come on. So give your family Hollingshead Gravies: Better than the kind Mother used to make and quicker. The sense of touch... Evangelos. Evangelos... I'm here, Pop. Taxi here?
I'm ready. You know, he looked... Not my father, just a frightened man who wants the same things I want, another chance. Another chance. I love you, Gwen. Thank you. In South Africa, between the rivers Orange and Zambezi there is a desert area of 275,000 square miles, called the Kalahari. The first European to cross the desert Kalahari was David Livingstone in 1849. In 1878, a group of Germans tried to move her, to reach Angola. 250 people and 9,000 heads of cattle cattle died of thirst in the dunes, slain by dry winds This red desert. The region has one of the most desert and the sad face of the earth. Johannesburg, South Africa - I'm sorry. - One, two, three ... - It is necessary with this cough to see a doctor. - His lungs are not quite right, it is better it would be out of town for a while. Why do not you take him somewhere, where you can breathe fresh air? - I can not leave the city. I will soon be a few concerts. Hey, Dirk, you can fly with Uncle Pete on his farm. It's full of fresh air. You see, this is so budilkik call every four hours. When this happens - take medication. Teaspoon every 4 hours, okay? - Yes I Am. - Uncle Pete usually gets up very early, That is the case if it is cool. - How is it going? Are you ready to go? - It seems to be yes.
- Is that your girlfriend? She, too, will fly with us? - Yes, please, Uncle Pete. - Very well, I will give you a gun, going to hunt rabbits. - Pete, do not make it to hunt. He does not like to kill zhivottnyh. - Sensitive, like your father? You also never wanted to hunt. - Well, yes. - Please aboard Lolly. - Bye, Dad. - Come back strong and healthy. - Fasten your seat belt. - Pete, Take care of him. He's just a little boy. - You know, I'll see. 1-0-0 Foxtrot, says Botswana for Pogo Pogo. My number 7-0-9-0. End of the connection. Look, over there you live. font color = "# ebf3f5" size = 20 prepared for release font color = "# 00ff00" size = 40 RU font color = "# ff0000" size = 40 TRACKER. font color = "# 00ff00" size = 40 ORG translation is ~ Adamovna ~ font color = "# FF4500" size = 30 Dirk - Have already arrived? No, we're still in the middle, just time for coffee. Bring tea here. There Is! I'm sorry, baby, I've forgotten what your father said. If uncomfortable - do not look. - Well, now the patient, hurry up already in place without interruption.
Oh, boy ... - Maid * distress * - Hey, Sergeant, faster, here, here! - Foxtrot, to perform an emergency landing. Maid, Maid! .. Please landing! Maid ... Maid, Maid! .. - Uncle Pete? .. - What he said - "Maiden, Maiden" and "perform an emergency landing." - Uncle Pete? .. Uncle Pete? .. Uncle Pete? .. Uncle Pete? - De Vries. Yes I Do? Where? - Do not worry. We think that the child is alive. They fell very far away. - Where did you say? - Windhoek. If you hurry, you have time at your nearest Boeing. - Mr De Vries?
- Yes I Am. - Let's go to the control room. - Hi, I'm Mr. Howard, helicopter departed an hour ago searching for your son. Sit down. All that we can do - is to wait. How old is the boy? - He just turned eight. - Sir, it is a pity that it is so small. - Management, in this area there is no No signs of an accident. Reception. - Tell him to keep looking. - All right, sir. - Are you sure that he fell into this place? - Yes, Colonel. Signal "Maid" was obtained at seven o'clock in the square 40-20. So they must be here somewhere. - Not necessarily. They might deviate of course due to the air flow. - Well, then they can be anywhere. - Perhaps the radio still works? - Should work! - What is the radio frequency? - 3-6-8 - Dirk? There's a plane has radio. When I say "welcome", click on the radio, and you'll be able to talk to us. Reception. - Dirk. Dirks De Vries ... - Let ...
let me try. Dirk. ... Dirks Dirks, you must found in aircraft radio. When I say "welcome", press button on the radio. And speaking. Dirks? Can you hear me? - What, Lolly? What do you want? - Click on the radio and talk. - What, Lolly? - Dirk, can you hear me? If you hear ... - Dad! ... You have to find in an airplane radio. When I say "welcome", press on the radio button and talk. Reception. - Yes, Dad, I'm here. Can you hear me? - Yes, I hear you. - Where are you? - You can not talk - he still holds the key. - Dad ... - Dirk, release the button. - No, it will not help. I'm afraid we have to wait until he calms down. - Dad? Dad? - Now you can talk. - Baby, I'm so happy!
You ok? When finished, you should to say "welcome" and release the button. You ok? Reception. - Yes, Dad. Uncle Pete ... Uncle Pete, he ... Us arrive? Reception. - Yes, we are looking for, but you have not found the helicopter. - Report to the helicopter changed course, zapelenguyut let them on our conversation. - Helicopter number ... - Where are you? Reception. - I do not know. Reception. - Dirk, listen. helicopter try find you on the radio signal. But he has to hear your voice. Right? Begins to speak. - Do not know what to say right now ... Reception. - Says the multiplication table, and do not stop. - Beginners - one on one ... One on one - one, double one - two, three one - three, - Tune in to the 3-6-8. I repeat ... - Six of Six - thirty-six, six seven - forty-two ... Six eight ... forty-eight. six nine - fifty-four, six ten - sixty.
- Colonel, do not find the wreckage. - Before the boy could be hundreds of miles, I'm sure that the aircraft off course. Tell them to come back and continue to look for. - Thrice eleven - thirty-three ... - The signal becomes weaker. The batteries are exhausted. Boy should stop talking. As far as he knows the multiplication table? - I think, to the "twelve twelve" ... - Thank God. ... Eleven ninety-nine ... Ten times twelve - one hundred and twenty. Eleven on dvennadtsat - hundred thirty two .. Twelve by twelve - hundred forty-four. One on one - one ... one four - four, one to five - five ... one six - six. I want to use the toilet. Reception. - Listen. On the dashboard there is a red switch. Unplug it, and then go to the toilet. When you come back, turn back, and say, "I'm back." Reception. - Yes, sir. Reception. - How many helicopters are you talking about? - Three. That's all we have. - And what is the radius of the search? - Three hundred and fifty miles. - Three hundred and fifty miles. Too vast area.
Three is not enough. Request Pretoria, sent to more. In the morning, start your search. - Colonel, and today searches you stop? - If there are only two or three helicopter to search for the boy on this area, what you can do? - I'll tell him? - Okay, but just quickly. We need to conserve battery power for tomorrow. - I'm back. Reception. - Dirk, you'll have to sleep there that night. Tomorrow morning we will send more helicopters, and you will find. - But Dad! .. - At night, it will be very cold, so the whole dress warm clothes. - End the conversation, the battery is running out! - Good night, Dirk. And now the rest. Reception. - You will not leave? Reception. - Well, I'll be here all night, If you want to talk with me, including walkie-talkie. But try not to do it. We need to tomorrow radio worked. Good night, son. - Dad! - You have a little boy, sir ? - Yes I Am. I sympathize with you.
- Smitty, we think that the child is in this territory. What is there for the area? - This is the Kalahari Desert. In the red desert nobody lives. - Population? - At this point, a hard life, people here do not survive. - Come on, here. That's all. - Mr De Vries? Good night, sir. - Good night. Thank U. - So far, Tom. - So far, Frank. - Dad, Dad, I ... - Dad, I think something Lolly afraid. Here a strange noise outside. - Dad, I think Lolly very scary. Reception. - Dirk, turn off the radio! - Yes, sir. - Excuse me. - Are you fine. - Colonel, the press is waiting. - Excuse Me. - What about your piano concert tomorrow in Johannesburg? - Well, tomorrow morning we will find the child, and everything will return to normal. - And if he is not there? - No, we have to find it. - I hope that this is not a publicity stunt?
- No, it's not a gimmick - Thank U. Good night. - Thank you, sir ... Good night ... Thank you very much ... Good night ... - Quiet, Lolly. Lolly, shut up! Daddy! Uncle Pete! - Dad! Here the animal, it wants to kill me! It will be back! Help me, Dad! - How does it look like? - It looks like a dog, but with spots. - It's a hyena! Tell him to spread the fire! - Dirk, light the fire faster. - This hyena dangerous? - Sir, their jaws are very strong, but they are very cowardly. - While the child is standing or moving It will be held at a distance, But as soon as he sits or lies - she lashes out. - Fire will help him? - Oh, of course, until the boy is keep the fire, it will not work. - Nalu more. - Mr. DeFris sorry for worry, I'm from the agency. I would like to take a picture as you sit near the radio. Will you allow? - Okay.
- Thank you! - Once again, for good luck? - That's it. Thank U. - Dirk! - Get Out! - Good Morning. - Good Morning. - Well, what? The boy did not come out on bond? - No. But maybe he's still asleep? - Probably. - Eight hours. - Why did not he get in touch ? ! Order pilots to fly immediately. - It's eleven hours. - Yes I Am. - Pass in helicopters - even looking visually. The aircraft will be easy to spot - it's red and white. - Hey! .. I am here! I'm here! I'm here! .. Go back! Go back, I'm here! ..
- We'll find him today? - I do not know. This is such a huge and desert area. - Why did not he on the phone again? - Maybe, battery low. Yes I Am Anything could happen. - I think there is a river, but, probably very far. - How long can he hold out? - Well, if it is in the red desert, then two or three days, and if it is not in the red sand dunes, then maybe a week. - Come on, Lolly. And ... It's dried up river. - Lolly, run! Back, back! - How much it will be able to survive so, Smitty? - Do not worry, sir. he could hold out for long. We'll find him before he dies. - Lolli! Lolly! - It is not very strong. - Sir, he will not just lie down and die. He's knows that you love him and wants to get back to you. He will not give up so easily. - Lolly! Lolly! - Is it true that you said Smitty? If he knows that there is someone, who loves him very, very much, will not give up, no matter how bad. - Oh, yes, sir, he will not give up so easily. - I do not know Smitty. You see, when his mother was alive, she took him on her lap, stroking ...
And he knew that she loved him. But the man does not know more closed, how to express their love. I played with him ... But he knows he, as I love him? - Yes, sir, he needs to know. And he really wants to go back, because he knows how you need it. Once the helicopter was not found it will move pytsya himself, if he wants to return to his father. - There must be something that I can do it! I must do something. - Hello, Jack? No, nothing yet. Yes I Am. Look, you can cancel the concert tonight? I can not come. - I already did it. Maybe something eshsche? - Yes, Jack, I want to make a flyer with precise recommendations what to do, to survive until we find him. And I want to throw away two million leaflets from the air. - Two million? - This is a huge area. - It will be very expensive. - How Much? - Watch ... Leaflet size ... ... four thousand ... About ten thousand rand! - Jack, you get money. Well, I'll see what I can do. But you know, it means that you have to sell all that you have, You will not be able to take so much money. - Two million?
This is crazy. worth it will be eight, nine, ten thousand rand. - And anything that you have invested in your company "Save Our Souls" twenty thousand? - Our company "Save Our Souls" to do not go bankrupt takes a commission of 3%. - Well, take 10 thousand and komisiiyu do a little more. - This pianist has advised you? - No, it is not. But I feel that we need to help. - Okay. I think about it. I'll tell you in the morning. - Lolly! - Mr De Vries! Mr. De Vries! My newspaper will print leaflets for you! - Free? - Yes I Do! - How Come? - We want to help you. - And the real reason? - Okay ... Your story will increase our circulation. - Did you think I'm cold and selfish, but if you reject the offer, you are depriving your son's chance of survival .. - I was not going to give up. Give in your newspaper that I sign everything you need to sign up. And ... tell them thank you. - Hello, Jack, no longer need to sell anything. Leaflets will print for free. - Oh ... I'm not afraid! ..
It should be lower ... First, they cook ... about two dozen ... - I want you to tell me, what to write - how to find water, how to find food. - Excuse me, sir, you should write: "I love you very much and I'll find you." - Yes I Am. - Dad! Daddy! - All the rivers seem to be parched, but need just start digging where there was a river .. Sometimes the water is very close, under a thin layer of sand, but not always. - Lolly! Lolly, Lolly! ... And I'm thinking that you're dead, Lolly ... I missed you so much ... Okay, let's go, Dad probably worried ... You must be dying of hunger ... Last night I found a thousand birds' eggs. Me and you, too, will find. - Not Bad. It's not too much you like it? I'll find us something better. - Take it, take it! Now it is necessary to kill. I think it's better if you kill him. Come on, you do it. Let the leaves. He's too skinny. - And What You Can Eat - Anything that he usually does not eat.
Sorry, sir, but I'll tell you - it the only way to survive in this region. Perhaps there is even snakes. - But the serpent will bite him! - We need to take a long stick, And if he finds a snake, you kill it with a stick and eat. - There are a lot of things that could be use, but he does not know until he sees. - Damn! Ouch! They bite! It's delicious! - Eat it, Lolly. - You have to eat, it is delicious, Eat immediately, even people eat it. Come on, Lolly, eat! Tonight we scrambled eggs! Come on, Lolly, let's go! - He will always go to the south. - Why? - This is the direction of migration ... Goes aimlessly, so can be circled and circled ... - Yes, but why in the south? - Well, first, if it will turn on west, then gets into the red desert. Then he will certainly die. In the white desert he can find food and water. But not in the red dunes. There's nothing. - And there are no people ... - I quote - "I love you very much and I'll find you." I know I've read about this sad fact, but all this has been going on for so long. Do you want to get up on this?
- No, I support him. - Why are you doing this? To make it available to the public or to save the life of his son? - I do not think he wants to go public because of the leaflets. - He gave us exclusive rights to his story. So tell him that at first he enters the news, and then you ... - But ... - And I'm not going to write in the newspaper "Love Story", only to PR your pianist. And tell him. - Jack, sell all my possessions. No, the newspaper took back his promise, sell all that I have and .... tell as amended, to start typing. let's scattered leaflets from the air. "I love you and I'll find you." - You stay here. Lolly, get back! - Do you think that he is still alive, Smitty? Sir, we have to believe. You said that it is not very strong, but the desert will make him stronger. He will learn to understand what to do in different situations and he just will not give up. - Do not move. I'm going ... - For you, says Kurt Lawrence ... Dirks De Vries is still not found. The latest radiocommunications, son of a touring pianist De Vries disappeared after the plane crash five days ago, army sent in search of a further 25 helicopters. Two million leaflets were distributed over the territory in the area of three hundred and fifty thousand square miles. Many owners of private jets offer their help in the search for the boy. But this faint hope - to find a child with Aircraft on such a large area. So, the primary task - find a crashed plane, and then send an army of people and transport to the site of the crash and procheshet territory. is alive or not a child - is unknown. - Come on, Lolly.
- I do not come back. Come on, Lolly. Sand! It's just sand. Let'S Go. Come on, Lolly. It's only sand. Oh ... you're afraid ... Let'S Go. Oh, you're too heavy. Something wrong. No one there. Let's go back. - Oh, no! Leave her alone! Beast! Come on! You beast! You monster! Get Out! You ok? I'm sure - tomorrow we'll find someone. We turn to the doctor and he will cure you. Do not worry, I'll take care of you. Dad would be happy to see it. We'll find someone tomorrow. - Colonel, can I take with a Smitty, please? - Where to? - I'm going to look for my son. - Which way to go?

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