All language subtitles for Angels.in.America.E03.The.Messenger.

( music )

Okay.

Okay, no, no,
Thanks I got it.

I got it from here,
I can walk.

Thank you, guys.

( answering machine beeping )

( male on answering machine )
Welcome home, doucette.

Call me if you get confused
About which pills when,

And stay quiet,
Rest your sad self.

Bye pussem's.

Men are beasts !

Ah !

Oh !

Who are you ?

My name's
Prior walter.

My name is
Prior walter.

I know that.

Explain.

Well, you're alive,
I'm not.

We have the same name.

What do you want me
To explain ?

A ghost.

An ancestor.

Not the prior walter,
The bayeux tapestry
Prior walter ?

Great-great grandson,
Fifth of the name.

I'm the 34th, I think.

Actually, the 32nd.

Not according
To mother.

Oh, then she's including
The two bastards.

Uh, I say
Leave 'em out.

I say, no room
For bastards.

These little things
You swallow...

Pills.

Pills ?

Oh, for
The pestilence.

I, too.

Pestilence,
You too, what ?

The pestilence in my day
Was much worse than it is now.

Whole villages
Of empty houses.

Look outdoors and you see
Death walking in the morning,

As plain as
I see you now.

You died of
The plague.

Huh, the spotty monster.

Like you, alone.

I'm not alone.

You have no wife,
No children.

I'm gay.

Well, be gay.

Dance in your altogether
For all I care.

What's that got to do
With not having children ?

Gay homosexual, not bonny,
Blithe and never mind.

I had 12 when I died.

I was three years
Younger than him.

Oh, god,
Another one !

Prior walter.

Prior to you
By some 17 others.

He's counting
The bastards.

Are we having
A convention ?

We've been sent to declare
Her fabulous incipience !

They do love
A well-paved entrance

With lots of heralds,

The messenger comes,
Prepare the way.

The infinite descent,
A breath in air.

We have been chosen,
I suspect,

Because of
The mortal affinities.

With a family as
Long-descended as the walters

There are bound to be a few
Carried off by the plague.

The spotty monster.

Black jack.

Mine came from the water pump,
Half the city of london.

His from fleas.

Yours, I understand,

From the lamentable
Consequences of venery.

Fleas on rats.
Who'd have known ?

Am I gonna die ?

We are not allowed
To discuss that.

But when you do,

You won't have the ancestors
To help you through it.

You die alone.

I'm afraid.

So you should be.

There isn't
Even a torch,

The path is dark,
Steep and rocky.

Don't alarm him.

There's good news
Before there's bad.

You are prophet !

Seer !

Revelator !

It's a great honor
For the family.

He hasn't
Got a family.

I meant for the walters, for
The family in the larger sense.

* all I want is
A room somewhere *

* far away from
The cold night air *

Calm.

Calm...

* in some enormous chair

* oh wouldn't it be

This is
No brain fever.

Even now,

From the mirror
Bright halls of heaven,

Across the cold
And lifeless

Infinity of space,

The messenger comes,

Trailing orbs of light,

Fabulous, incipient,

Oh prophet, to you...

( together )
Prepare, prepare,

The infinite descent,

A breath, a feather.

Glory to...

Why has democracy
Succeeded in america ?

I mean, of course by succeeded
I mean comparatively,

Not literally,
Not in the present,

But what makes for
The prospect of

Some sort of
Radical democracy

Spreading outward
And growing up ?

Why does the power that
Was once so carefully preserved

At the top
Of the pyramid,

By the original framers
Of the constitution,

Seem drawn inexorably
Downward and outward,

In spite of the best effort
Of the right to stop this...

What'll you have ?

I mean it's the really
Hard thing about being

Left in this count.

... And plain toast.

... All these petrified
Little fetishes.

... And o.J.
Freedom.

That's the worst...

You know, jean kirpatrick
For god's sake,

Will go on and on about freedom
And so what does that mean,

The word freedom,
When she talks about it ?

Or human rights.

You have bush talking
About human rights.

And so what are
These people talking about ?

They might as well
Be talking about

The mating habits
Of venusians.

I mean, these people don't begin
To know what ontologically,

Freedom is
Or human rights.

It's like they see these
Bourgeois property based

Rights-of-man-type rights...

But that is not enfranchisement,
It's not democracy,

It's not what's implicit,
What's potential in the idea,

It's not the idea
With blood in it.

That's just liberalism.

The worst kind of liberalism,
Really, bourgeois tolerance

And what I think is
What aids show us,

Is the limits
Of tolerance.

That it's not enough
To be tolerated

Because when
The shit hits the fan

You find out how much
Tolerance is worth...

Nothin'.

And underneath all the tolerance
Is intense, passionate hatred !

Here you go.

Uh-huh.

Don't you think
That's true ?

Uh-huh, it is.

Mm-hm, power's the object,
Not being tolerated.

You know,
Fuck assimilation.

But, I mean
In spite of all this,
The thing about america,

I think, is that
Ultimately we're different

From every other nation on earth
In that with people here

Of every race we can't--
Ultimately what defines us here

Isn't race,
But politics.

Not like
Any european country

Where there's
An insurmountable fact...

Of a kind of racial or ethnic
Monopoly or monolith.

Like all dutchmen, or, I mean
Dutch people, are, well...

Dutch.

And the jews of europe
Were never europeans.

Just a small problem
Facing the monolith.

Whereas here in america--

Here in america,
Race doesn't count.

Nope !

( sighing )

You can't be
Hearing that.

Well, I--
Look--look, race, yes.

But ultimately race here
Is a political question.

Racists just try
To use race here

As a tool in
A political struggle.

It's not really
About race.

There are no
Angels in america.

No spiritual past,
No racial past.

There's only
The political.

The shifting downwards
And outwards of political power

To the people.

Power to the people,
Amen.

Oh my goodness,
Look at the time...

You think this is what,
Racist or naive or something.

Well, it's certainly
Something.

What ?
I mean I really--

I don't wanna speak from
Some position of privilege I--

I'm sitting here thinking
Eventually he's gotta

Run out of steam,
So I let you go on and on,

Saying maybe about
Seven or eight things

That I find
Really offensive.

But I know you,
Louis.

And I know the guilt
Fueling this peculiar tirade

Is obviously already swollen
Bigger than your hemorrhoids.

I don't have
Hemorrhoids.

I hear different,
May I finish ?

Yes, but I don't
Have hemorrhoids.

Prior told you.
So finally, when...

Uh, you promised,
Louis's not a subject.

Well, you brought him up.
I brought up hemorrhoids.

So, it's indirect,
Passive-aggressive.

Unlike, I suppose,
Banging me over the head

With your theory that america
Doesn't have a race problem.

Be fair,
I never said that. I said--

You deliberately
Misinterpreted.

Stop interrupting ! What, talk ?

You've been running your mouth
Non-stop since I got here.

Yada-yada-yada,
Blah-blah-blah.

Up the hill and down the hill
Playin' with your monolith--

Well, you could've
Joined in at any time.

Girlfriend, it truly
Is an awesome spectacle,

But I got better things
To do with my time

Than to sit here listening
To this racist bullshit,

Simply because
I feel sorry--

I am not a racist.
Oh, come on.

So maybe
I am a racist.

( sighing )

I really hate that.

It's no fun picking on you,
Louis, you're so guilty.

It's like throwing darts
At a glob of jell-o.

There are no satisfying hits,
Just quivering.

The darts just
Blop in and vanish.

You know what I think ?
What ?

You hate me
'cause I'm a jew.

I'm leaving.
It's true.

You have
No basis exc--

Louis, it's good to know
You haven't changed.

You're still an honorary citizen
Of the twilight zone,

And after your pale,
Pale white polemics

On behalf of racial
Insensitivity,

You have a flaming fuck
Of a lot of nerve

Calling me
An anti-semite.

Now I really
Have to go.

You called me lou the jew.
That was a joke.

I didn't think
It was funny.

It was three years
Ago, louis.

And you hate me because
You hate black people.

I do not.

But I do think most black
People are anti-semitic.

Most black people,
That's racist.

Louis farrakhan.
Ed koch.

Jesse jackson.
Jackson.

Oh louis,
That's pathetic.

You voted for
Jesse jackson.

You sent checks
To the rainbow coalition.

Well, I'm ambivalent.

The checks bounced.

All your checks
Bounce, louis.

You're ambivalent
About everything.

What is that
Supposed to mean ?

You may be
Dumber than shit,

But I refuse to believe
You can't figure it out.

Try.

I was never ambivalent
About prior, I love him.

I do, I really do.

Nobody said
Different.

Love and ambivalence...

Real love
Isn't ambivalent.

Real love
Isn't ambivalent.

You know, I'd swear
That's a line

From my favorite
Best selling paperback novel,

"In love with
The night mysterious",

Except I don't think
You've ever read it.

I never read it, no.

Well, you ought to, instead of
Spending the rest of your life

Trying to get through
Democracy in america.

It's about
This white woman,

Whose daddy
Owns a plantation

In the deep south, in the years
Before the civil war.

And, her name
Is margaret

And she's in love with her
Daddy's number one slave,

And his name
Is thaddeus.

And she's married, but her white
Slave-owner husband has aids,

Antebellum insufficiently
Developed sex organs.

And, so, there's a lotta
Hot stuff goin' down

When margaret and thaddeus
Can catch a spare,

Torrid ten under
The cotton-picking moon.

And, then of course,
The yankees come

And they set
The slaves free

And the slaves string up
Old daddy and so on.

Historical fiction.

Somewhere in there, I recall,
Margaret and thaddeus

Find the time to discuss
The nature of love.

Her face is
Reflecting the flames

Of the burning
Plantation.

You know, the way
White people do.

And, his black face is dark in
The night and she says to him,

"Thaddeus,

Real love isn't
Ever ambivalent."

Lookin' good,
What else ?

Ankles sore and swollen,
But the leg's better.

The nausea's mostly gone,
With the little orange pills.

Bm's pure liquid,
But not bloody anymore, for now.

My eye doctor says
Everything's okay, for now.

My dentist says yuck when
He sees my fuzzy tongue

And now he wears little condoms
On his thumb and forefinger...

And a mask.

( sighing )

So what.

My dermatologist
Is in hawaii,

And my mother...

Well, leave
My mother out of it.

Which is usually
Where my mother is.

Out of it.

My glands are
Like walnuts,

My weight's holding
Steady for week two,

And a friend died two days ago
Of bird tuberculosis.

Bird tuberculosis.

That scared me.

( sniff )

And I didn't go
To the funeral today

'cause he was an irish catholic
And it's probably open casket

And I'm afraid
Of something,

The bird t.B.,

Or seeing him, or...

So I guess
I'm doing okay.

Except for of course
I'm going nuts.

How bad is he ?

You want
The laundry list ?

There's the weight problem
And the shit problem

And the morale problem.

And he thinks
He's going crazy.

We ran the
Toxoplasmosis series.

There's no
Indication of--

I know, I know.

But I feel like
Something terrifying

Is on its way,
You know ?

Like a missile
From outer space

And it's plummeting down
Towards the earth.

And I'm ground zero,
And I am generally known

Where I am known as
One cool, collected queen.

And I am ruffled.

There's really
Nothing to worry about.

I think that schochen bamromim
Hamtzeh menucho nechono

Al kanfey haschino.

Excuse me ?

Everything's fine.

Bemaalos k'doshim ut'horim
Kezohar horokeea mazhirim.

Oh, I don't
Understand what--

Ies nishmas prior
Sheholoch leolomoh,

Baavur shenodvoo z'dokoh
B'ad hazkoras nishomosoh.

Why are you
Doing that ?

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop what ?

You were just...

Weren't you just speaking
In hebrew or something ?

Hebrew ?

( small laugh )

No, I didn't
Speak in hebrew.

Oh, no.

Oh, god.

Please, I think...

Look, look,
I'm sorry.

I have a waiting room
Full of...

I think you're one
Of the lucky ones,

You'll live for years,
Probably.

You're pretty healthy for
Someone with no immune system.

Are you seeing someone ?

Loneliness
Is a danger.

A therapist ?

No, I don't
Need to see anyone.

I just--
Well, think about it.

You aren't goin' crazy, you're
Just under a lotta stress.

( glass shattering )

( singing )

Hebrew.

You're a nurse,
Give me something.

I don't know
What to do anymore.

Last week at work
I screwed up the xerox machine,

Like permanently, and then
I tripped on the subway steps

And I fell
And my glasses broke.

And I cut
My forehead.

Here, see ?

So now I can't
See much.

And my forehead,
It's like the mark of cain.

Stupid, right ?
But I--, it won't heal.

Every morning I see it
And I think biblical things.

Mark of cain, judas iscariot
And his silver...

I miss him so much.

But then, you know,
Those sores, and the smell,

And where I thought it was
Going I--I could be sick, too.

Maybe I'm sick--,
Oh, I don't know.

( sighing )

Belize, tell him
I love him.

Can you do that ?

I've thought about it
For a very long time

And I still don't
Understand what love is.

I'm dying...

He's dying.

You just
Wish you were.

Cheer up, louis.

Look at that
Heavy sky out there.

Purple.

Purple ?

Boy, what kind of
Homosexual are you anyway ?

That's not
Purple, mary,

That color up there...

Is mauve.

Huh, snow.

Snow.

Ice, mountains of ice.

Where am I ?

I feel better.

I do, I feel better.

( small gasp )

There are ice crystals
In my lungs,

Wonderful and sharp

And the snow smells like
Cold, crushed peaches

And there's something,

Some current of blood
In the wind.

How strange,
It has that iron taste.

Ozone !

Ozone ?

Wow, where am I ?

The kingdom of ice.

Bottom most
Part of the world.

Antarctica ?

This is antarctica ?

Cold shelter
For the shattered.

No sorrow here.

Tears freeze.

Antarctica !

Hah !

Antarctica ?!

Oh, boy, oh boy...

Look at this,
Like wow !

I must've really snapped
The tether, huh ?

Apparently.

That's great !

I wanna
Stay here forever !

Set up camp
And build things.

Build a city,
An enormous city.

I should build by a river,
Where are the forests ?

No timber here. Too cold.

No trees.

Oh, details.

I'm sick of details !

I'll plant them
And grow them.

It'll be great, and I'm gonna
Make a new world here so that

I never have
To go home again !

As long as it lasts.

Ice has a way
Of melting.

No. Forever.

I can have anything
I want here.

Maybe even
Companionship.

Someone who has...

Desire for me.

You, maybe.

It's against the by-laws
Of the international order

Of travel agents to get
Involved with clients.

Rules are rules.

Anyway, I'm not the one
You really want.

There isn't anyone ?

Maybe an eskimo
Who can ice fish for food.

Help me to build a nest
For when the baby comes--

There are no eskimos
In antarctica

And you're not really pregnant,
You made that up.

Well, all of this
Is made up

So if the snow feels cold
I'm pregnant, right ?

Here I can be pregnant and I can
Have any kind of baby I want.

This is a retreat.

A vacuum.

Its virtue is that
It lacks everything.

Deep-freeze
For feelings.

You can be numb
And safe here.

That's what
You came for.

Respect the delicate ecology
Of your delusions.

You mean like...
No eskimo in antarctica ?

Correcto,
Ice and snow,
No eskimo.

Even hallucinations
Have laws.

Then who's that ?

An eskimo.

( clears throat )

An antarctic eskimo.

Fisher of
The polar deep.

I'm gonna like
This place.

It's my own
National geographic special.

Oh, oh, I think...

I think
I felt her kicking.

Maybe I'll give birth to a baby
Covered with thick white fur,

And that way
She won't be cold.

My breasts'll
Be full of hot cocoa

So that she doesn't get chilly,
And if it gets really cold,

She'll have a pouch
I can crawl into.

Like a marsupial.

And we'll
Mend together.

That's what we'll do,
We'll mend.

( playing instrument )

( dog barking )

( car alarm )

Excuse me.

I said excuse me ?

Can you tell me
Where I am ?

Is this brooklyn ?

Do you know
A pineapple street ?

Or is there some train
Or bus that I...

( heavy breathing )

I'm lost.

I just arrived
From salt lake...

City.

Utah ?

And I took the bus that I was
Told to take and I got off.

Well, it was the very last stop
So I had to get off.

And I asked the driver,
Was this brooklyn,

And he nodded, yes.

But, he was from, uh,
One of those foreign countries

Where they think it's good
Manners to nod at everything,

Even if you have no idea
What it is you're nodding at.

In truth I think
He spoke no english at all.

( sigh )

Which I think would make him
Ineligible for employment

On public transportation.

You know, the public
Being english-speaking.

( clears throat )

Mostly.

Do you speak english ?

Well, I was supposed to be met
At the airport by my son.

( huff )

And he...

Didn't show.

And I don't
Wait more than

Three and three-quarters
Hours for anyone.

So I...

Should've been more patient,
I guess, but is this...

Bronx.

I'm--
Is that the bronx ?

How in the name of heaven
Did I get to the bronx,
When that dr--

Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.

Will you stop that
Disgusting slurping

You disgusting
Slurping feeding animal.

Feeding yourself.

What would it
Matter to you

Or anyone if you just
Stopped feeding and died !

Can you just
Tell me...

Why was
The kosciuzko bridge

Named after a polack ?

I don't know what
You're talking about.

That was a joke.

Well, what's
The punchline ?

I don't know.

Oh, for pete's sake.

Is there anyone
Who can tell me--

Stand further off
You fat loathsome whore !

You can't have
Anymore of this soup.

Slurp, slurp, slurp,
You animal.

And I know you'll just
Go pee it all away,

And where
Will you do that ?

Behind what bush ?

It's fucking cold
Out here and I--

That's right,

'cause it was supposed
To have been a tunnel.

That's not very funny.

Have you read
The prophecies
Of nostradamus ?

Who ?

Some guy I went out
With once somewhere.

Nostradamus.

Prophet.

Outcast.

Eyes like,
Scary shit, he--

Shut up !

Please stop jabbering
For one minute

And pull your wits together and
Tell me how to get to brooklyn.

Because you know,
And you're going to tell me,

Because there's no else
Around that can tell me

And I'm cold and I'm wet
And I'm very...

Very angry.

So, I'm sorry
That you're psychotic,

But just
Make an effort.

Pull yourself together
And take a deep breath.

Do it !

Good.

Now exhale.

( exhaling )

Good.

Now tell me how
To get to brooklyn.

Mm, don't know.

Never been,
I'm sorry.

You want some soup ?

Manhattan ?

Do you--

I don't suppose you
Know the address

Of the mormon
Visitor's center.

65th and broadway.

How do you
Know that ?

Go there
All the time.

Free movies.

Boring, but you
Can stay all day.

Well, how--how
Can I get there ?

Take the "D" train.

It's the next block,
Make a right.

Thank you.

Oh yeah.

In the new century...

Ai think we will
All be insane.

I can't.

I can't go
To washington.

The answer's no,
I'm sorry.

Oh well, apologies.

I don't see that there's
Anyone asking for apologies.

I'm sorry, roy.

Oh well, apologies.

My wife is missing.

My mother's coming
From salt lake to...

Help look, I guess, I'm supposed
To be at the airport

Picking her up now,
But...

I just spent two days
In a hospital, roy,

With a bleeding ulcer.

I was spitting up blood.

Blood, huh ?

Well, look,
I'm very busy here...

It's just a job.

A job ?

A job, washington ?

Dumb utah mormon
Hick shit.

Roy--
Washington ?

When washington called me
I was younger than you.

You think I said,
Awe fuck, no, I can't go.

I got two fingers
Up my asshole

And a little moral
Nosebleed to boot ?

When washington calls you,
My pretty young punk friend,

You go, or you can
Go fuck yourself sideways

'cause the train has
Pulled outta the station

And you're out !

Nowhere,
Out in the cold.

Fuck you, mary jane,
Get outta here !

Look, just let me--
What, explain ?

Ephemera !

Explain.

You broke my heart,
Explain that.

I love you, roy.

( groan )

There's so much
That I want... To be.

What you see in me, I wanna
Be a participant in the world.

In your world, roy.

I wanna be
Capable of that.

I've tried, really,
I--I have.

But I can't do this.

Not because I don't
Believe in you,

But because I believe
In you so much,

In what you
Stand for at heart.

The order,
The decency.

I would give anything
To protect you,

But there are laws
I can't break.

It's too engrained,
It's not me.

There's enough damage
I've already done.

Maybe you're right,
Maybe I'm dead.

You're not dead, boy,
You're a sissy.

You love me,
That's moving.

I'm moved.
It's nice to be loved.

I warned you about her,
Didn't I, joe ?

You don't
Listen to me. Why ?

Because you say, roy,
He's smart, he's a friend,

But roy, well, you know,
He isn't nice.

And you wanna
Be nice, right ?

A nice, nice man.

You know what my greatest
Accomplishment was, joe ?

In my life, what I am
Able to look back on

And be most
Proud of ?

And I have helped make
Presidents, and unmake them.

And mayors and more
Goddamn judges

Than anyone
In new york city ever,

And several million
Dollars tax free.

And you know what
Means the most to me ?

You ever hear of
Ethel rosenberg ?

Huh, joe, huh ?

Well, yeah,
I guess, yes.

Yeah, you heard
Of ethel rosenberg.

Maybe even read about her
In the history books.

Well, if it
Wasn't for me, joe,

Ethel rosenberg
Would be alive today,

Writing some personal advice
Column for ms. Magazine.

She isn't.

Because, during
The trial, joe,

I was on the phone every day
Talkin' with the judge...

Roy--

Every day,
Doing what I do best.

Talking on the telephone.

Making sure that that timid
Yid nebbish on the bench

Did his duty to america,
To history.

That sweet,
Unprepossessing woman,

Two kids, boo-hoo-hoo,

Reminded us all of
Our little jewish mamas,

She came this close
To getting life.

I pleaded 'til I wept
To put her in the chair.

Me, I did that.

I'd have fuckin' pulled the
Switch myself if they let me.

Why ?

Because I fucking
Hate traitors.

Because I fucking
Hate communists.

Was it legal ?

Fuck legal !

Am I a nice man ?

Fuck nice !

They say terrible things
About me in the nation.

Fuck the nation !

You wanna be nice ?!

Or you wanna
Be effective ?!

You wanna make the law
Or subject to it ?!

Choose !

Your wife chose.

A week from today,
She'll be back.

She knows how to get
What she wants.

Maybe I oughtta
Send her to washington.

I don't believe you.
Gospel.

You can't possibly mean
What you're saying.

Roy, you were
Assistant united states attorney

On the rosenberg case.

Ex parte communication
With the judge

During the trial would
Be censurable, at least,

Probably conspiracy
In a case that resulted

In execution, it's...

What ? Murder ?

( chuckle )
You're not well, is all.

What do you mean,
I'm not well ?

Who's not well ?
Well, you said...

I did,
I said what ?

Roy, you have cancer.
No, I don't.

You told me
You were dying.

What the fuck are you
Talking about, joe ?

I never said that.

I'm in perfect health.

There's not a goddamn
Thing wrong with me.

Shake.

It's okay
That you hurt me

Because I love you,
Baby joe.

That's why
I'm so rough on you.

Prodigal son.

Oh, the world is gonna wipe
Its dirty hands all over you.

It already has, roy.
Get out.

I'll always be here
Waiting for you.

And what did you
Want from me ?

What was all this ?

What do you want ?

Treacherous
Ungrateful... !

Hey !

Transgress a little,
Joseph.

So many laws,
Find one you can break.

( heavy breathing )

( groans in pain )

Andy !

Andy, get in here !

( labored breathing )

Ah...

Who the fuck are you ?

The new nurse ?

Oooh, fuck,

Ethel.

You don't look
So good, roy.

Well, ethel,
I don't feel so good.

And you've lost
A lot of weight.

That suits you.

You were heavy
Back then.

Zaftig, mit hips.

Uh, I haven't been
That heavy since 1960.

We were all heavier back then
Before the body thing started.

Now I loo--,
I look like a skeleton.

They stare.

The shit's really
Hit the fan, huh, roy ?

The fun's just started.

What is this, ethel,
Halloween ?

You tryin'
To scare me ?

Well, you're wastin' your time
'cause I'm scarier than you are

Any day of the week.

So, beat it, ethel.

Boo !

Better dead than red.

( chuckle )

Somebody tryin'
To shake me up ?

Hmm ?

Hmm ?

From the throne of god in heaven
To the belly of hell,

You can all
Fuck yourselves.

You can go jump
In the lake,

Because I am not
Afraid of you !

Or death !

Or hell !

Or anything !

I'll be seeing
You soon, roy.

Ehhh...

Julius sends
His regards.

Yeah ?

Well, send this
To julius.

Oh !

Oh, oh, oh, you really
Are a very sick man.

( groans in pain )

Andy !

Hm, he doesn't
Hear you, I guess.

We should send
For an ambulance.

Oh, buttons.

Such things
They got now.

What's the number, roy ?

9-1-1.

Wow...

( chuckle )

It sings.

Waa-wa-wah.

Yes, you should please
Send an ambulance

To the home of mr. Roy cohn,
The famous lawyer.

Oh, what's
The address, roy ?

Uh, 2-5-1...

2-5-1.

East 87th.
East 87th.

Yeah, no, no,
No apartment number,

He's got
The whole building.

My name ?

Ethel greenglass
Rosenberg.

R-o-s-e-n-b-e-r-g.

No, not a relation,
An old friend.

They said a minute.

Well, I got all
The time in the world.

You're immortal.

I'm immortal, ethel.

I have forced
My way into history.

I ain't
Never gonna die !

History is about
To crack wide open.

Millennium approaches.

Tonight's the night.

Aren't you excited ?

Tonight she arrives.

Right through
The roof.

Ha-adam, ha-gadol !

Lumen !
Phosphor !

Phosphor !

Fluor !
Fluor !

Candle !

Candle !

An unending
Billowing of scarlet.

Look. Garlic.

A mirror.

Holy water.

A crucifix. Fuck off !

Get the fuck
Out of my room !

Go !

Hard as a hickory knob,
I bet.

We all tumesce
When they approach.

We wax full,
Like moons.

Dance.

Dance ?

Stand up, damnit,
Give us your hand, dance.

( piano music )

Listen.

Ooh, delightful sound.

Care for a dance ?

Please leave me alone.

Please just
Let me sleep.

He wants someone
Familiar.

A partner who
Knows his steps.

Close your eyes.

Imagine...
I don't...

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Close your eyes.

And now
Open them !

* step out see, top hat,
White tie, and tails *

* I'm puttin' on
My top hat *

* tyin' up
My white tie *

* brushin' on my tails

* I'm dudding up
My shirt front *

* puttin' in
The shirt studs *

* polishin' my nails

* I'm steppin' out,
My dear *

Lou.

Dance with me.

( sigh )

I can't, my leg.

It hurts at night.

Are you a ghost, lou ?

No, just... Spectral.

Lost to myself.

And sitting all day
On cold park benches

Wishing I could
Be with you.

Dance with me, babe.

( moon river playing )

Ahh...

Now I see why
He's got no children.

He's a sodomite.

Oh be quiet,
You medieval gnome.

Let them dance.

I'm not interfering.

Done my bit.

Hooray, hooray,
The messenger's come.

Now I'm blowing off.

I don't
Like it here.

The 20th century.

Oh dear.

The world's got so
Terribly, terribly old.

* moon river
Wider than a mile *

* I'm crossing you
In style some day *

* oh dream maker,
You heart breaker *

* wherever you're goin',
I'm goin' your way *

* two drifters
Off to see the world *

* there's such
A lot of world-- *

Uh !

( metal clanking sounds )

( female voice )
Prepare...

Oh, don't
Come in here.

Don't come in !

Louis !

No.

My name is
Prior walter.

Ah, I am scion...

Of an ancient line,
I am...

Ow...

Abandoned I-- no.

No my...

( groan )

My name is prior
And I live here

And now.

( gasp )

( female voice )
And in the dark, in the dark,
The recording angel

Opens its hundred eyes

And snaps the spine
Of the book of life.

Hush.

Hush.

I'm talking nonsense.

I...

( heavy breathing )

No more mad scene.

Hush, hush...

( distant sirens )

Do you know
The story of lazarus ?

Lazarus ?

Lazarus.

I can't remember
What happens, exactly.

Well, I don't, uh...

( small laugh )

Well he was dead, lazarus, and
Jesus breathed life into him.

He brought him
Back from death.

Come here often ?

No.

Yes.

Yes.

Back from the dead.

You believe that
Really happened ?

I don't know anymore
What I believe.

This is quite
A coincidence...

Us meeting.

I followed you.

From work,
I followed you here.

You followed me ?

You probably saw me in the
Washroom that day and thought,

There's a sweet guy,

Sensitive, cries for
Friends in trouble.

Yes.

Thought maybe
I'll cry for you.

Yes.

Well I fooled you,
Crocodile tears.

Nothin'.

Ooh, what are you doin' ?
Don't do that.

No, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

I'm just not--,
I think if you touch me

Your hand might fall off
Or something.

Worse things have happened
To people who've touched me.

Please.

Oh, boy, look,
Can I--I...

Want to touch you.

Can I just,
Uh, touch you um...

Here.

I'm going to hell
For doing this.

Big deal.

You think it could be any
Worse than new york city ?

Come on.

Where ?

Home with me.

This makes no sense,
I mean, I don't know you.

Likewise.

Yeah, and what you do know
About me you don't like.

The republican stuff ?

Yeah, well,
For starters.

I don't not
Like that. I hate that.

Well, then why on earth
Should I go to your place--

( heavy breathing )

Strange bedfellows,
I don't know.

I never made it with of
The damned before.

I would really rather not
Have to spend tonight alone.

I'm a pretty
Terrible person, louis.

Lou.

No, I really,
Really am.

I don't think
I deserve being loved.

There, you see, we already
Have a lot in common.

( loud wind )

That sound.

That sound.

What is that like
Birds or something ?

Like a really
Big bird ?

I'm frightened. No.

No fear. No fear.

Find the anger,
Find the anger.

My blood is clean,
My brain is fine.

I can handle pressure !

I am a gay man and I am used
To pressure, to trouble !

I am tough
And strong and...

Oh.

Oh !

Oh my goodness.

Oh.

Aaah, ha-ha...

Alright.

Oh, I'm hot.

I must have a fever.

( glass shattering )

( screaming )

Oh !

( screaming )

Aaah !

( coughing )

Ah !

( singing )

Greetings, prophet.

The great work begins.

The messenger
Has arrived.

( singing )