All language subtitles for The naked zoo (1970)

(Moaning)

(Moaning continues)

- Oh, Terry, darling, isn't this nice?
- (Moans)

Oh, it's so nice, darling.

Oh, I could stay here
and do this, oh, just forever.

- Don't you feel the same way, darling?
- Ow!

Oh, darling, what happened?
What's the matter?

- Ow! Woman, your knee.
- I'm sorry, I wouldn't have hurt you.

Oh, God, that's alright,
that's alright.

- Oh, Terry. Terry, kiss me.
- Everything's fine now.

More! Oh, I love you!

- Kiss more!
- (Knock at door)

- (Man) Eloise!
- Oh, my God, my husband!

Get out!

- (Terry) Husband?
- Are you in there, Eloise?

You told me your husband
was in Portland.

- Please hurry.
- You gotta be out of your mind.

(Man) I know you must have
a man in there, Eloise.

(Banging continues)

- Remember what I told you last week?
- (Eloise) Go, just go!

- What are you doing?
- (Man) Open this door, Eloise.

Terry, where are you?
What are you doing?

(Man) Eloise, I'm warning you!

- I'm looking for my damn shoe.
- Never mind it, just go!

Never mind it nothing.
They're 58-dollars Italian imports.

(Man) Please open that door.
I'll never go to Portland again.

- Get out. Hurry.
- (Man) I'll never go to Portland.

Shut up, harpy!

(Man) Open that door,
will you, please?

Hurry, hurry. Get out!

♪ Hey, girl, don't wanna scare you

♪ I swear

♪ Let me call a halt

♪ There's something crazy
moving inside me

♪ It's got to be your fault

♪ My love is like a sleeping giant

♪ Growing restless in my soul

♪ Now you woke that sleeping giant

♪ And it's got no self-control

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la

♪ Baby, still good

♪ Still like it

♪ I got the taste of you on my lips

♪ It's driving me insane

♪ You know you made
the animal in me

♪ Just bust this rusted chain

♪ Oh, my love is like a sleeping giant

♪ Growing restless in my soul

♪ Now you woke that sleeping giant

♪ And it's got no self-control

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la-la

♪ Look out

♪ Look out

♪ Here I come ♪

58 dollars.

That damn old spooker's costing me.
That's a change.

No, no, no!
My jade cuff links!

No...

My jade cuff links.

One jade cuff link.
Phew!

What the hell is happening
to my house?

To me?

Smells like marijuana.

Oh!

Come on, G...

G, I've got to work, man.
Now, get out of here.

- Get!
- Oh!

And put your damn dress on.

Ooh.

Uh-oh.

G, you are a juvenile bitch siren
and you just killed the poet in me.

I hope that's all.

Wanna get high?

Always.

Oh, God.

What kind of work
are we gonna do now?

(& Mellow jazz)

(Terry) No, I can't...
No, I'm not talking about that.

This is different.
It's good, it's unusual.

I simply can't, Terry.

You should know better than that.
We can't use stuff like that.

Well, then forget it, Harry!

I'm not gonna write any more
of your kind of crap.

Terry, you don't have
to humiliate me,

'me such a good friend,
and so early in the morning too.

"But I know you,
I know you don't mean it.'

No, look, Harry, I mean it.

I sent that thing to you
two months ago.

Well, when are you
gonna get around to reading it?

Well, why can't you send me
the check anyhow?

I need the bread, you schnook.
Can't you get that into your thick skull?

Terry, Terry,
I know you won't believe this,

but our money machine
just broke down.

I got a couple of men
trying to fix it.

'I hope maybe by Christmas.
What's the matter with you?'

Hey, Shaw,
what are you doing,

making love to a broad
while I'm trying to talk business?

I know you, I'm hip to you.
You got a broad there.

And I wish I was down there
with you too.

Hey, that gives me an idea.

Maybe I should run down for a few days.
I need a change.

Hey, remember the last time?

Why don't you shut up
with your filthy talk?

You got a dirty mind.

Yeah, Harry. Listen, I'm all alone
so why don't you just dry your pants

and send me the damn check,
you dirty, nasty old man?

Well, then, I'll take it to somebody else.
Do you hear me?

Look, Terry, if you got
your morning sickness again,

I would suggest take a cold shower
and a half dozen aspirins

and use a vibrator
on the back of your neck.

Look, you're gonna be sorry, Harry.

You're gonna be sorry because
I'm gonna take it to somebody else.

Harry?

Harry!

That son of a...!

Damn it, he hung up on me!

Got no time for them non-creative pigs
you gotta deal with in this goddamn world!

(Phone rings)

- Yeah, hello?
- Terry, darling.

I've missed you.

- How have you been?
- Well, I'm fine. How are you?

But I want to see you, Terry.

Of course right now.

You're a bit overdue, you know.

Er, yeah, well, er... fine.

Well, I'm a little busy right now.
It'll be about two hours.

Really, Terry.
At times you can be quite crass.

It's disgusting.

That's not funny, Helen.
I'm writing.

Is that all you can think of?
Money?

Look, I've...

I've got a beautiful scene going.
I don't wanna lose it.

- OK?
- 'OK.

'You're hard at work.
I'll give you two hours.'

Yeah.

Well, as quick as I can.

"And, Terry, there's no boo-boo here.'

Alright, well, then I'll bring some.

- 'Don't forget.'
- Bye.

(Tires screech)

Terry Shaw, darling.

Well, just don't stand there like a stick.
Come on in.

- Helen.
- Here, let me look at you.

Oh, aren't you the handsome one today?

Terry, kiss me.

- Where's your husband?
- Around.

Why?

He wouldn't happen to be
in Portland?

Portland?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, nothing.
I was just teasing.

That some of your cute Grove talk?

By the way,
how is your daughter Jackie?

Fine. She's still in Switzerland.

Well, can we be civilized?

Shall we have a drink?

Helen, darling, make that a triple.
Straight, no ice.

Terry, I let all the servants go.

(Terry coughs)

Well, you wouldn't want them around,
would you?

How about a swim, Helen?

Oh, no, darling.
I'm going to stay right here.

Right here with you.

Can't seem to keep
my hands off of you.

Come on.

Come on, give me some.

Some, some, some.

Oh, boy, you never learn, do you?

How is it going, Mr. Golden?

Terry. Good to see you.

I heard you were coming over.
Helen, my dear.

Oh, don't bother.
Don't bother.

Just sit down, enjoy yourself.

I can still get around pretty good.

Terry, it's good to see you.

If you can't liven up
this stuffy old place...

Did I interrupt something?

Oh, no, dear.

What do you mean, sir?

Oh, nothing. Just that you're so quiet
I thought maybe...

Terry, why don't you get
Mr. Golden a drink?

Oh... I'm sorry, Mr. Golden, I...

I must have left my manners
in the Grove.

Excuse me, Helen.

It's alright,
I don't know if I want a drink.

Oh, darling, don't be such a bore.
You've got to catch up.

Terry and I were having such a fine time,
weren't we, Terry?

Er... yeah, we sure have.

He was telling me
all about his new book.

Oh, what's it about?

Well...

- ...it's about...
- I read the last one, Terry.

Oh, what was it?

Mr. Golden, you always seem
to make it a point

to make me feel uncomfortable
for being here.

Well, it was good, Terry.
You know that.

Is this alright, sir?

What? Oh, yes,
this is just fine, thank you.

What was the title?

Yes... "Blood on Biscayne Bay".
Isn't that right?

That's right, sir.

I enjoyed it.

Well, actually it was, er...
well, strictly commercial.

Well, I'm sorry. It scared me.

It's a real thriller.

Well, that's very kind of you, sir.

Actually, er... it paid
my bread and butter, my rent.

I know, son.
Everybody's got to eat.

Everybody's got to get money
any way he can.

Tell me about the new one.

Oh, it's, er...

It's not quite the same
as "Blood on Biscayne Bay".

Er... you know, the action
exploitation expose

type of book for the masses,
the unaware masses.

Yes, action.
That's what I liked about it.

But-but-but it's more on the...

...creative artistic level.

Deals with a man and a woman,
a love story.

Oh, a love story?

Helen would like that.

I hope so too.

What's the title?

Well, I have... I had a working title,
Mr. Golden,

but, er... where the book was going

and where it did go
is two different things, you see.

So now I have to find a title
to, er... you know,

that people can associate
with the text that I have now.

Yes, er... what do you find
as the main obstacle to your creativity?

A lot of publishers that don't have
the ability to recognize it.

That's, er... that's fascinating.

I bet it comes down to hard business,
that I can sense, hmm?

Yes, sir.

OK, it's dark in here.
Why don't we...

Mr. Golden, can I have one of those?

Oh, by all means.

(Terry) Thank you.

The old money lender and the Devil,
hey, Terry?

The lure of the marketplace.

(Terry) But, Mr. Golden, I can't acc...
I'm kidding you. No...

I'm actually very interested
in the new stuff.

But some of the things
you youngsters come up with...

...it's a little hard for me.

Oh, that's absolutely right, Mr. Golden.

That's the point
that I was trying to get across.

If you don't have the Aristotelian flame
underneath the very basic allegorical line

then you lack the classical structure.

And if you don't have that,
then it's crap,

then you're just playing with yourself.
Do you understand what I mean?

If you gentlemen will excuse me.

- Well, Terry, about that...
- He's my guest too, dear.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Go on, Terry, go with her.

I'm afraid we offended her.

Well, I certainly can, sir.

♪ We touch

♪ But our fingers have no feeling

♪ We Kiss...

(Inaudible dialogue)

♪ But the world does not go reeling

♪ We're just going through the motions

♪ Going nowhere

♪ Fooling no one

♪ No one but ourselves

♪ I'm sad

♪ Caught up in the lie we're living

♪ Mm-mm, too bad

♪ We forgot the joy of giving

♪ We keep going through the motions
of pretending

♪ Empty people

♪ Frightened of the ending

♪ Going through the motions

♪ Wishing for the real emotion

♪ Of love

♪ Of love

♪ Of love ♪

(I Sitar music)

(Girl) You must remember.
Surely you remember the last time?

Terry?

Terry?

Where have you gone?

Terry!

Beautiful room.

See, now,
that is a real study in action,

suspended disbelief.

Would you marry me?

Oh, you must be Terry Shaw.

You know, baby, we could miscegenate,
you and me.

And be the first in the neighborhood,
miscegenate the whole neighborhood.

You know, I work for Henry Demote.
We'd really freak him out.

(Groaning)

- (Terry) It's cold, man!
- (Man) Come on!

(Terry) It's cold!

Terry, baby. Terry, you'll be alright.
Come on, man!

(Terry) Oh, man, it's cold in here.

Look, it's 85 degrees in here, man.
It's the summertime.

It's cold.

- 85 degrees here.
- Oh, man, it's cold in here. It's cold!

Terry, you'll be alright...

Terry!

Why do you always argue with me,
Oscar, when I say it's cold?

When I say it's cold,
I mean it's cold, brother.

And when it's cold,
what do you need?

- Fire. Fire, that's right, brother.
- Fire, fire.

No, man, there's no wood.
There's no wood, man.

No fires, right?
You'll be alright in a minute.

Terry! Terry, there's no wood,
but that's OK, come on.

Come on, you're gonna be alright.

There's no wood?

What do you mean there's no wood?
Hell, I'm gonna make my wood speech.

Oh, Terry!

Come on, all you hippy, hillbilly
rock 'n' rollers, gather around.

(Indistinct chatter)

Now, this man says there's no wood.
What do you think?

Talk up, man.
What do you think?

- There is wood.
- That's right.

Tell him, brother. Come here.

- Come here, brother.
- There's wood there, man.

Now, the Lord said that there is wood,
the Lord said that there is fire.

This man says there's wood.
Now, you wanna argue with him?

- There's no wood, man.
- There is wood.

And there's gonna be fire.

And I'm standing on the wood
that's gonna be our fire.

Do you dig on that?

- Oh, Terry.
- Oh, man.

See that, Tweedie?
That's wood.

- No, man, that's a chair.
- And wood is meant to be burnt, baby.

- Oh, man.
- Wood creates fire.

And you see this, partner?
That is fire, baby.

Now, you see that? Ain't that fire?
It looks like fire to me.

You'd think there weren't no fire
if your ass sat in it.

Get away! Get back! Get back!

(Overlapping shouting)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Terry) Alright, now.

People, you shouldn't
be scared of fire.

Give us more fire.

More!

(Indistinct chatter)

Get out!

Come on, everybody.
A toast.

A toast to the best fireplace.

(Overlapping shouting)

Henry, what are you doing?

Well, they wanted a fire.

Oh, no, man.

Henry, Henry, Henry.
We gotta live in this house.

Just put it out.

Put it out.

(Henry) I'm trying. You're crazy.

(Tweedie) I'll flush you
down the toilet!

- Put out the fire now!
- No, no, no, no.

(Shouting continues)

(Shouting continues)

(Shouting continues)

(Rainfall)

(Knocking)

Helen?

Helen!

Oh, for God's sake, Terry, stop it.

I told you, my husband's very ill.

Go away.

(Rattles lock)

Let me in, damn it.

I don't care about your husband, Helen.
Let me in.

Alright, I'll let you in,
but keep your voice down.

Do you mind explaining this?

I told you three times,
my husband isn't well.

You didn't call.

If we're going to be so crude,
what the hell's the matter with you?

You know damn well
why I'm here, Helen.

Oh, really, Terry.

That little check?
I thought I explained that.

You must be a little insecure
about money, mustn't you, Terry?

Well, I don't like being robbed,
if you call that one of my insecurities.

Well, I suppose you just haven't had
the experience.

Look, one must learn to take money
with a little grace.

I mean, it's not the most
important thing, now, is it?

Well, let's hope
you learn as soon as possible.

What's wrong
with your husband, Helen?

Never mind.

If you do as I say,
as I've always told you, Terry, dear,

just put that little check
right through the bank again,

it'll clear and you'll get
your precious money.

Do you think you can do that, hmm?

You still didn't answer my question.
What's wrong with your husband?

I told you, never mind.

And if you're a good boy
and try to show some manners,

I'll give you some cash today
to tide you over till you get to the bank.

Would that be nice?

Is that good?

Oh, boy, you're really something else,
aren't you?

I suppose we'll have
to call that manners.

It really wouldn't be
too disastrous, you know.

20 million dollars?

Your child's under age,
you're the sole heir.

He's old and sick.

I don't wish to continue.

Is it terminal?

No, not really.

He's just a little nervous and upset.

There's nothing to it.

How do I read that, Helen?
That he's suspicious or that he knows?

Darling, why don't you get comfortable?

Hello, darling.

What's wrong with him?
Is he crazy?

Helen, talk to him.

I don't know.

Talk to him, damn it!

No! Harry!

Harry, stop!

No!

Stop it, Harry.

(Helen) Harry! Harry, stop!

(Gunshot)

He's...

Very dead.

How can you be sure?

What do you think, huh?

Oh, it's ugly. He's ugly.

I'll see you around sometime, lady.

What do you think you're doing?
You just killed my husband!

You're nuts.
Your husband had an accident.

You killed my husband.

You're out of your mind.
Your husband had an accident.

Helen, try to get a hold of yourself.

- You can't leave now.
- Baby, your husband had an accident.

- Argh!
- You can't leave me.

Help me!
You've got to help me.

Help me!

Terry, come back!

Come back!

(Engine starts)

Come back...

(Car drives off)

Operator.

Get me the police.

Nadine!

Damn it, when you need somebody.

Hey, baby.

Baby, what are you building?

Terry?

Terry?

Mm?

Baby?

Oh, you've got a terrible head.

- Baby, what happened?
- Nothing.

(Groans)

It was an accident, Nadine.

What?

It was an accident.

Can you please be careful? Please!

Terry!

(Phone rings)

I'll get it.

Don't.

No... No, don't.

Don't answer it.

Oh, no, not yet.

Why, you just got here.

(Sighs)

Pauline, honey,
you just knocked me out.

Ah, you silly boy, you.
You silly thing.

Oh...

How about, um...

How about a little joint for me?
For your baby?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Alright.
That sounds like kicks.

A little joint for my baby.

Yeah, there it is.

Damn.

Oh, that's nice stuff.

Don't you wanna swing
a little bit, baby?

No, not tonight, baby.
I'm high.

I'm as high as a kite.

That's it, I'm a kite.
I'm an uptight kite.

Me too, baby.

Oh, yeah, Baby Jane.

What did you say, sweetheart?

Nothing. I said I'm leaving.

No.

No, no, no.

No?

This is our date day.

I'm with you
and you're with me, kiddo.

- 23 skidoo.
- You're not going.

You promised me.

I don't even wanna talk about it anymore
because I'm going.

Oh, come on.

We'll go to a happening or a love-in
or whatever the hell you call it.

Oh, that old line.

And here we go.

OK, hip cat.
Now, you get ready right now.

OK? I gotta make a phone call,
call my agent.

You go right ahead, sweetheart.

Whee!

There sure are a lot of weird people
around here.

(Humming)

Hello.

You know, the games that you play
aren't very funny.

What do you mean, "Who is this?"
Try guessing.

The games that you play
aren't very funny.

Terry, I...

'Helen, what the hell are you doing?
Say something.'

Terry.

Well, what do you think?

(Giggles)

I rely on you. Am I right?

What?

Oh, I mean, you just might set
a whole new fashion trend, baby.

You're just saying that.

OK.

My wild young rebel.

Oh, you.

Let's go tear up the town.

You sure have crazy wheels, man.

- What kind of a car is it?
- It's an Edsel.

Is it safe?

Just as safe as life, baby.

(Laughs)

- (Tires screech)
- Whoo!

Oh, this is it.

This is more like it.

Where's the party?

This is the party.

Make yourself at home, Pauline.

Hi.

Oh, you're with someone.

I'm making a drink.

Somebody I know?
Who is it?

What is it? Take a look.

(Banging)

What's the matter
with this damn thing?

You were right,
I can't make it out.

- She's really something, ain't she?
- Where did you get it?

Terry!

Yes, dove?

Where the hell are you?

What should I do?

Whatever you'd like me to.

Can't do that.

Improvise.

That's where it's all at, baby.

Oh, Terry, this damn thing won't work.

Listen, you just sit down and relax.
I'll take care of the music, alright?

OK, I'll get ready for the action.

Yeah, it's just a little bit broken.

Yeah, you're right, baby.
You just get set for the action.

Huh?

Alright.

Party time.

(& Acid jazz)

How's it going, swinger?

Good. Boy, this drink
will relax me a little bit.

(Terry) Good, I'm glad to hear it.

(Whispers) Terry, there's someone here.

Where?

Oh, er...
Oh, yeah, that's Nadine.

That's who that is.

Nadine... Pauline.

Pauline, Nadine.

How do you do?

She looks like a Negro.

Yeah?

Well, actually, she's, um...

She's Varanasi
but it's the same thing as a nigger.

What's she doing here?

I mean, you don't have friends
who associate with...

What are you, nuts?

What are you trying to say anyhow?

Come here, woman.

What do you think I am,
some kind of a liberal?

She's my maid.

Now, listen, you pickaninny,

you go on out to the kitchen
and you freshen up my drink,

and do it right now
before I whoop you a good one.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, boss.

Terry, you really shouldn't
be so mean to her.

I mean, you should treat them
just like...

Mm... Damn savages,
that's all they are.

Terrible, the help
you have to put up with these days.

Mm... Motherfucking slaves, Pauline,
that's all they are.

By the way,

did you see that son of a bitch
of a butler of mine on the way in?

- No':?

Hm.

Well, then, I'd better go
check on the help.

(Laughs)

A little present for mama,
help her relax.

Terry.

Straighten up, baby.
It's gonna be a long, long night.

(Giggling) There you are!

- A little time for a drinkie?
- Yeah.

I need this.
I'm coming down a little bit.

(Sighs)

Mm...

That's good.

Your evening smoke, sire.

(Laughs)

You think that's funny, huh?

- Terry!
- What?

Oh, excuse me. Marijuana?

Terry, don't play games with me.

Oh, poor baby. Here.

Mm, a little more drinkie,
a little more smokie.

Yes!

- Terry, my God, don't do that!
- Why, what's the matter?

Because she's here
and she shouldn't be here.

(Mocking) "She shouldn't be here."
You shouldn't be here.

Get out. Out!

- Get out of here.
- Get out.

Scoot, scoot.

♪ Up and away !

Oh, get high, mama.

- Come on, come on.
- Up and away!

Oh, mama,
you sure are looking good.

Get it on.

Find your soul, baby.
It's all in your head.

LSD, the only way to fly!

- Is she alright?
- Oh, look at that.

Is she alright?

You bet your sweet little bippy
she's alright.

Doctor's got her on drugs.

This is your operator
calling from Hong Kong,

taking you on an LSD trip.

I'm your druggist. Do you recognize me
as being your druggist?

Improvisation, hallucination.

Improvisation.
I dig your hallucination.

Nadine, Pauline.

Pauline, Nadine.

Nadine, Pauline.

(Both) Pauline, Nadine,
and Nadine, Pauline.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
bake her head.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
put her to bed.

(Both laugh hysterically)

(Distorted voices talking gibberish)

Get it, get it!

(Growling)

(Laughing)

Oh, boy.

What do you think?
What's so funny?

(& Funk)

Sorry, Terry... what is that?

Demote, that is my mother.
Behave yourself.

The thing about him, Demote,
he loves you... he loves you.

- What's happening?
- You're what's happening, Mamma.

- What?
- You're the latest thing.

Get up and get with it.

(Grunts)

- Terry, she faded.
- Oh, she faded?

Wow, you're a far-out chick, man.

- You bleached her. She's...
- No, I didn't.

Come on. You're gonna sit down
and have yourself a drink. Come on.

I really think I ought to be going.

No, no, come on, you're doing great.
You're ahead. Everybody loves you.

- Man, do me a favor.
- What's that?

Go out there
and take care of my mother, will you?

Anything for the family.

I told him I wanted to talk to you.

Let me tell you why Terry would trust me
with such a delightful creature as you.

He lets me take care of all his pets,

his tropical fish and his cats and his...

What did I do? What did I do?

Oscar, damn, you're ugly.

Hey, why's he always picking on me?

Oh, he isn't picking on you.

- He likes you.
- He likes me.

He likes you.

Have you got a light?

Excuse me.

Hey, she came with me.

Oh, I see. Well, that's alright, man.
She's an old friend.

OK, but she came with me.

I want you to keep the faith, baby.

Do me a favor, buddy. Take your pipe
and go smoke it somewhere else.

♪ Oh, quiet down

♪ Now's the time

♪ To go to sleep ♪

My mother would never believe it.

I have to find Terry.

Excuse me.

Uh, Terry?

Have you seen...?

Terry?

Where's Terry?

Where's Terry?

Excuse me.

Terry?

Terry?

Terr... Where's Terry?

Have you seen him?
Excuse me.

Hey, have you seen my date?

Oh, yes.

She's here.

Hey, uh, have you seen my date?

Oh, that pretty little Oriental girl?

Yeah.

No, no, I haven't,
but will I do?

- (Laughs)
- No, thanks, honey.

Excuse me.
I have to go to the sandbox.

The sandbox?

(Laughs)

That way, go on that way.

Oh, wait, come this way.
It's quicker.

Come this way, it's closer.

(Henry) Look out, look out.

This here typewriter...
Bend over, baby.

We're gonna type us up a novel.
I'm a writer.

I'm gonna make a million dollars.
I'm gonna knock 'em dead.

Hell, no.

Too tense.

(Crowd falls silent)

Harry? Now, let me tell you
something, boy.

Let me tell all you people something.
This party is too quiet.

(All shriek)

(" Music plays)

Hey, have you seen my date?

Did you know that Henry Demote
was a deep-sea diver?

Come on, let's seat down.
Come on.

Come on.

That's my girl.

Sit down.

I know your problem, Mr. Straight.
You just can't relax.

Now, come on.
Take a little bit of my friend.

Think peace.

- I've had enough booze already.
- Ah, that's another problem.

Think about your liver.
What about your liver?

You people are sick. Sick!

- Where have you been?
- Get the hell off me.

- Stop!
- (Screaming)

(Indistinct shouting)

You came with me,
you're going home.

(Indistinct shouting)

Hey!

Now, look what you did
to that girl, man.

You know why,
you phony son of a bitch.

I don't wanna listen to your words.

- What?
- You just do, don't talk, buddy.

(Pauline shrieks)

- Tweedie?
- Yeah, man?

Do me a favor
and dump this in a cab

and send it home to its mother.

Well, aren't we a little swinger?

Terry, I...

(Distorted, indistinct voices)

(Nadine) Terry?

Terry, honey?

It's after two.

- This is unlike you.
- (Terry groans)

Don't you remember that
it's the early bird that gets the worm?

Don't you know that, boy?

I have something for you.

How does your head feel this morning?

Come on, you got a lot of things to do.

Any requests this morning, sir?

(Chuckles)

You had a call.
Do you know a Mrs. Golden?

She said she wants to see you.

She said you could expect her
to call again.

She sounded
stoned out of her mind.

(Phone rings)

Would you like me to get the phone?

(Phone continues ringing)

(Clears throat)

Hey, Helen.

Mm-hmm.

Hurry up.
I mean it, Terry.

Anything you say, Helen.

You'll be alright in my custody.

(Laughs)

My protective custody.

Helen, why don't you just...?

Just get over here
and ['ll tell you then.

Helen...

I've gotta go out, Nadine.

Hand me my purse.

I didn't know you were a pill-head.

What? What's that?

I didn't know you had
a heart condition, either.

There are a lot of things
you don't know.

Everything is going to be alright,
isn't it, Helen?

I took care of everything.

Don't you forget it.

And now you're just
very filthy rich, aren't you?

Why? You wanna get in
on the will?

(Laughs)

That'll be the day!

Oh, I did so forget something, Terry.

The police called again this morning.

Do you hear me?

Damn bitch.

I told you they called
yesterday afternoon, didn't I?

Oh, yes, I already told you.

I keep forgetting.

She's gotta be lying.
It's been too long.

If they were gonna bust me,
they would have.

They'd have done it by now.

Come here, darling.

Me too.

Don't be impolite, Terry.

What do you think it means, Helen?

Oh, I don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't like it. I'm worried.

Well, I would be.
I would be if I were you.

Helen, I have something for you,
something very special.

What?

What are they?

Oh, no.
I don't trust those funny little pills.

Mm-mm.

What are they?

They're nothing,
they're just happiness, that's all.

- You don't mind if I have one, do you?
- Mm-mm. No.

Come here.

Sit down.

Give me, give me, give me.

Helen, you'll never regret it.

(Slurred) What's the matter?
Haven't you got those ice cubes yet?

Hold your horses.

Oh... Do you know what?

What?

I don't think I like you.

No, I don't like you anymore.

You don't like me?

You've already said that
once before, Helen.

But besides, we were having fun.

Come on, Helen, cheer up.

Cheer up.

Come on, cheer up.

Come on.

Come on, Helen, cheer up.

Come on, Helen.

Come on, Helen, cheer up.

Come on, Helen, cheer up.

(Gasps)

What's wrong, Helen?

Get... the bottle.

Get the bottle.

Oh, that's more like it.

(Groaning)

And the pills.

The pills, the pills.

Here, Helen, do you want some whisky?
It'll make you feel better.

Here. Here, Helen.

Helen.

Here, Helen.
It'll make you feel better, Helen.

Helen, drink it.
Drink it, Helen.

Come on, Helen, drink.

Drink, Helen.

There.

I'm sorry, Helen.
The games aren't fun anymore.

(Helen coughs)

(Car engine starts)

Terry...

(Tires screech)

(Terry) Bang!

(Laughs) Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

(Terry continues laughing) Bang!

(Laughing continues)

Terry, would you please give me
your autograph?

- What is your name?
- My name's Marilyn.

- Marilyn?
- Marilyn.

Terry, can I have your autograph?

It's brilliant, positively brilliant.

I read it weeks ago.
I get all the advance copies, you know,

all of them weeks in advance.

Do let me know
how you enjoyed it, won't you?

Bye-bye now.
Oh, another one.

Tracey, do you want my autograph
or my phone number?

Both? (Laughs)

OK, here you go.
"Love you." OK?

Thank you. Very flattering.

(Overlapping dialogue)

(Indistinct chatter)

(& Mellow jazz)

(Girl) Come and get it!

(Indistinct chatter)

I don't believe we've met.

- Angie.
- Terry Shaw. It's a pleasure.

- Nice to meet you, Terry.
- Hey, there, Terry.

- Terry, boy, congratulations.
- Hi, Alice.

- Thank you, Alice. Thank you.
- The book's great.

Hey, why don't you introduce me
to your friend?

Er, she's my friend tonight, Alice.

- Now, can you take that?
- Your friend?

My friend.

See you.

- Where are you from?
- New York.

New York? That's nice.

Why don't you and I find
a more suitable place

where we can talk?

Sounds like a good idea, Terry.

OK.

(Indistinct chatter)

Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.

Hi, brother.

(Girl) Mr. Shaw?

Mr. Shaw, congratulations
on your new book.

I just had to meet you.
My name's Jackie.

I'm a writer too.

You're a writer?

- Yes.
- Well, that's fantastic.

Did you bring
any of your material with you?

Well, no, not really,
just a few poems.

I see. Well, listen,
I have a room in the back.

It's a lot quieter.
I was wondering,

maybe we could go back there
so I can look at your material.

- Alright.
- (Nadine) Terry?

Terry?

(Indistinct chatter)

- Yes, sir? What can I do for you?
- You Shaw?

- Yeah.
- Terry Shaw? You live at this address?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Look, Shaw...

We wanna talk to you, alone.
This could possibly be a serious matter.

Well, er...
Do I have to go downtown?

Maybe, maybe not.

All you have to do
is answer a few questions.

- Mm-hm.
- Look, Shaw...

Do you think that, um...?

Do you think you could quiet down
this convention by yourself?

Because if you don't, we're gonna
cause you an awful lot of trouble.

Now, we've had five complaints here.

We can hear your party
all the way down the block.

Now, if we have to get a warrant,
we can do that too.

You're gonna have to play it our way
or else.

Well, yeah, sure.
Hey, listen, everybody!

Everybody, quiet, be quiet.
Keep the noise down.

Now, somebody turn off that jukebox.

(Music stops)

- Alright, gentlemen?
- Fine. Just keep it that way.

Alright, goodnight.
It was a pleasure to see you.

Stop by sometime
when you're off duty.

- Well, goodbye.
- Goodnight, Officer.

(All say goodbye)

(Hysterical laughter)

(Indistinct chatter)

What was all that about?

Well, it's nothing to concern
your pretty little head about.

Come on.

Hey, did you know that I used to be
a professional prize-fighter?

What made you switch to writing?

Once, a long, long time ago,
I fell in love with a girl,

creative, talented, pretty,
just like yourself.

Come on.

This is alright right here, isn't it?

Do you wanna be a writer?

Sure.

Do you want me
to hear your poetry?

- Yes.
- Well, I want you to read it to me.

It's too loud, too noisy, out here.
We'll go in my room, alright?

Alright.

Young lady, there's something
awfully familiar about your face.

By the way, young lady,
what did you say your name was?

Jackie... Jackie Golden.

♪ We touch

♪ But our fingers have no feeling

♪ We Kiss

♪ But the world does not go reeling

♪ We're just going through the motions

♪ Going nowhere

♪ Fooling no one

♪ No one but ourselves

♪ I'm sad

♪ Caught up in the lie we're living

♪ Mm-mm, too bad

♪ We forgot the joy of giving

♪ We keep going through the motions
of pretending

♪ Empty people

♪ Frightened of the ending

♪ Going through the motions

♪ Wishing for the real emotion

♪ Of love