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Translation and subtitles by PEPPER & LALASPAIN *** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***

Who are you?

I am your father.

So you come here after 14 years with a story like that?

I'll bring you the alien,

the creature, the being!

No!

You really are my father.

Yes.

Don't they cry where you come from when somebody dies?

No, they don't.

There are so many things we haven't done.

Children are the hope of your species, not the danger.

Human children! Not your alien seed!

How long do you think you'd last without me to take care of you?

Is that what you do?

Now arriving on track four,

The Silver Dollar Special direct service to Las Vegas,

pulling in on track two in 15 minutes.

Train number 17,

service to the San Francisco Bay Area, with stops...

in Saint Louis, Fresno, Monterrey and Santa Fe,

now boarding on East track three.

Dad, I really don't see what the big deal is.

I said I'm sorry!

Why don't we just drop it?

Well, because you're still on my case about it.

It's just hard for me to believe that...

you would forget my camera case on the platform.

I went back for it, didn't I? And it was still there, wasn't it?

Yeah, we were lucky this time.

Your mind's been up in the clouds lately.

Let's just drop it, okay?

That's what I've been saying.

I wish I had a picture of him.

I've no idea what he looks like.

Well, like a magazine publisher.

- Paul? - Bill!

My God, I don't believe it!

Don't tell me you forgot!

It's been 16 years.

Yes, right. Look at you! Short hair, no beard...

I saw you on TV once and you were wearing a tie.

What next? Wife with a kid? A house with a picket fence?

Well, I don't have a wife.

Don't have a picket fence, but I have a son.

Scott.

- Hi. - Well, what do you know?

- It's a pleasure to meet you. - You too.

I guess you're never too old for surprises, huh?

When we clinched the deal last year, I can't tell you how jazzed I was.

Neither can I.

How does it feel to be back?

Like I'm seeing it for the first time.

The town is the same, just the people have changed.

You know, we haven't had a real banged-up demonstration

in this town since the day you left.

- Did you guys use to, like, march and carry protest signs? - Oh, sure.

We were in the thick of things, til we saw the light and became...

newsmen.

That's a far, far better thing we do, right, Paul?

Yeah, a far better thing.

- Wow, look at that. - Oh...

This is gonna bring back some memories.

Look at it now...

So peaceful, quiet...

How many people were there, Paul? Three thousand?

Four?

Too many to count.

Scott, you must have seen the picture your Dad took.

It hit the front pages all the way across the country, along with my story.

The Santa Barbara Twelve being led into the Courthouse for the trial.

The whole group handcuffed together in a line...

Their arms were raised in victory.

It was really something, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was really something.

- You like this, huh?- Yeah! - Yeah, circulations are 14 per cent this year.

I ran a piece on Springsteen last month,

sold out every copy.

- Mister Forrester! - Paul!

Mister Forrester! Mister Forrester!

Can you tell us what your latest crusade is?

Is it true you're doing a retrospect on the anti-war piece

this magazine ran in 1971?

Would you agree that it was your prison photo essay

of the Santa Barbara Twelve that led you to national prominence?

- Excuse me. Can I talk to you, Bill? - Sure, Paul.

Excuse us! We'll be right back.

Are the Santa Barbara Twelve...?

Do you know where the rest of the Santa Barbara Twelve are?

I thought I said no publicity.

It's no big deal! It's just a little press conference!

I'm sorry, we're gonna have to leave.

Yeah, if that's the way you wanna talk...

I'll get rid of them.

- Mister Avery! Mister Avery, please! - Gentlemen...

My apologies, but that is the end of the press conference.

- No, Sir, please...! - One more question! - Wait, wait...!

Look, I'm sorry, but I don't get it.

What's eating you? Modesty was never your thing.

Things have changed.

Hey, wait. Don't tell me you're worried about

meeting with these guys again after what happened.

Look, we were just newsmen doing our job.

We did them a favor, right?

Right!

Yeah! So, don't sweat it, pal. Come on, let's get down to business.

Four members of the Santa Barbara Twelve still live in town.

Your first photo assignment is this afternoon.

Christina Wallace owns an art gallery.

Yes. Dennis owns his own restaurant on the wharf.

Gary is an English professor at UC.

And Michael is a doctor.

A Republican.

A Republican?

You said it, brother.

In '71 these people really cared about what was going on in this country.

Now, all they care about is themselves.

They sold out, Paul. Every one of them.

Well, if that's the way you feel, why do you wanna do this retrospective on them?

I wanna show how much they've changed.

Before, you captured the spirit of these people on film.

Let's do that again!

Let's show what 16 years have done to their ideals.

It's dynamite stuff, Paul.

And it'll sell a lot of magazines.

Yes, I'm sure it will.

The Jury is expected by late Monday.

And that wraps it up for the Action Three Local News.

We'll turn out to Patty Edwards for the Weather Express.

Thank you, Derek.

There wasn't anything about us on the news.

Oh, good.

I'll be finished with this assignment

the day after tomorrow, and then, we can leave.

What did these people do, anyway? The Santa Barbara Twelve?

They broke into the Courthouse to steal the Federal Draft Records.

They were caught and arrested, and Bill Avery...

interviewed all Twelve of them in jail.

And you took the pictures.

I mean, he did.

Yeah.

If they cared enough to risk their freedom for what they believed in,

then, I wonder what made them change.

Money.

The root of all evil.

Maybe I'll understand it better after I meet them.

Hi, how you doing?

Paul Forrester.

- What do you know? - Dennis! How are you?

Take this to table five, please.

So, Avery said just a few candid shots, right?

Right.

Let's get it over with.

Hey, I'd get the fries if I was you.

Yeah?

- Best in town. - Hey, Eric, I oughta hire you to do PR.

- All right. An order of fries, then. - Hey, make that two.

That's a dollar, each.

- Thanks! - Hey, no biggie.

You were right, these are great.

You live around here?

No, I'm just in town for a couple of days.

- What's your name? - Scott Hayden.

I'm Eric Kendall.

I saw you with that photographer back there, do you work for him?

Ha, ha... you can say that, yeah.

How do you like doing something like that?

Well, he was just looking for someone and there I was.

What you guys shooting next?

I think this is it for the day.

But tomorrow we're filming in some art gallery.

Oh, jeez, I gotta go.

Okay.

- Nice meeting you. - Yeah, you too.

Now, that'll do it.

You're different than I remember, Forrester.

Mellower.

Why are you working for Avery, anyway?

Bill Avery is my friend.

Is he?

- Big party, yeah? - Yeah, bigger than I can handle.

Paul.

- Good to see you. - You too.

What we got?

Could we get another truck coming in today, right?

- Two. - Great.

Okay, good to go on sandwiches. Great.

Hi! Where have you been?

Just at school.

Using the dark cam.

Oh, you have some new pictures? Can I have a look?

Nothing you'd be interested in. Just some stuff for school.

Yes, I would. You know I love to see what you've...

Hi, Eric.

Eric, I want you to clean up your room. It's a real pigsty.

I cleaned it yesterday.

I just looked in there and I don't call that "clean."

There are clothes everywhere and there are dirty dishes on your desk.

All right.

I'll get to it later.

You get to it now. Oh, and Eric...

I want you to help me clean up the rain gutters tomorrow.

I'll be home at noon, so we can get an early start, okay?

Eric?

What's happening to us, Joa?

Eric and I used to be pals.

Now I can't even talk to him without raising my voice.

What am I doing wrong?

It's not you.

It's Eric!

He's becoming a man and he's testing himself against the man he knows best.

His Dad.

I kind of figured, I mean, we finally found a real nice spot,

and we have to spend the whole time working.

You've really been complaining a lot lately, you know?

I'm gonna have to leave for some exteriors to shoot.

- I'll need your help, all right? - Sure.

Oh, excuse us.

- Hey, Eric! - Hey, Scott, how you doing?

- You know each other? - Yeah, we met at the wharf yesterday.

- Bought me some fries, right? The best in town. - Yeah, right.

- Oh, his name is Eric Kendall. - Hi.

- Paul Forrester. - Yeah, I know.

- You do? - Sure, everyone knows you.

I mean, anyone who's into photography, anyway.

Oh.

I wanna be a pro someday, too.

I've been like practicing, taking classes...

That's a good way to start.

Oh, wait a minute! Why don't you come with us?

I mean, you can see the pro in action,

Hey, could I?

- Scott... - Oh, come on, Dad, I mean,

Say yes. It'd be kind of a nice change

for me to have someone my own age around once.

- He's your Dad? - Yeah.

All right.

This one is called "Waltz of the Planets."

It's very realistic.

Right.

This kind of thing is very popular, though.

These sold for $4000 a piece.

- $4000? - Mh-mhm.

- You must be doing very well. - I am.

I just got this one in last week,

and this morning it went for $12.000.

I should've asked more.

That's...

It's quite a change from the Santa Barbara Twelve, isn't it?

That was a long time ago, Paul.

You know, when Bill Avery called about doing this, I almost said no.

Why?

You know why.

The best gallery around.

Maybe they can show your Dad stuff about it.

Look! I found this great spot.

Got the gallery in the background, and...

the light's perfect!

This should be fine! Christina?

- Your helpers? - Yes!

This is Scott and this is Eric.

Dad, wait a minute. What about over there?

I think it's a lot prettier, don't you?

No, the light's better over here.

Okay, now, Christina, act like you own the place.

Hey, you need anything in here, just give me a holler.

I will.

Oh, rest, Paul, I'm sorry. I've got to go.

It's okay. I think we got everything that we need.

What did you mean by "You know why?"

It's nice to see you again, Paul.

Oh, did she sign the release form?

I forgot. I'll be right back.

Looks like I'm not the only one with my head in the clouds.

Where to next?

University.

See, University of California.

Oh, we don't need that. I know how to get there.

Oh, great! Let's go!

Yeah, I'll show you a short-cut. Save us then minutes.

Well, we haven't had any lunch yet. I'm starving.

- I know a place we can eat... - Do you like Mexican food?

I love it!

I'll show you this great place. It's on the way.

- They got the best nachos in town. - Show me where it is.

Come on! What's the matter?

What was it like in Vietnam?

Were you ever scared?

I'm sure I was. I don't remember.

You always walk on the edge for the perfect picture.

My photography teacher, he says you got the best eyes he's ever seen.

It's like you're... You're like no one on this Earth.

You can say that again.

Well, we'd better get going.

Look, I can't go with you, guys.

I got some stuff to do at home.

Can we drop you off?

No, that's okay. I live nearby, I'll just walk.

Look, just head West, about four miles.

You'll see signs for the campus.

I'm sure we'll get by somehow.

Yeah, well.

Look, thanks for lunch.

And... thanks for letting me hang out with you, guys.

Bye.

Good luck to you, Eric.

Thanks.

You too.

- So long. - Good-bye, Eric.

Well, I think you just enjoyed that.

Enjoyed what?

Nothing. Forget it.

There's something hidden about that boy.

Look, let's just finish the assignment and get out of here, okay?

Eric, where have you been?

You were supposed to be back at noon, remember?

You were to help me with the rain gutters.

Why do I have to run my life around your dumb projects?

Because you're a member of this family. That's why! And you'll do your share.

Family.

- That's a laugh! - Eric!

You know, I don't ask you to do very much,

but when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.

You still haven't cleaned up your room.

- I told you I'd get to it later. - Eric!

Where are you going?

Soft ball practice.

No, I talked to your coach. There isn't any soft ball practice today,

and there wasn't any yesterday either.

You know, you want us to trust you. You want us to treat you like an adult,

and then you run off and lie to us.

So, I lied to you, big deal!

You lied to me for 15 years!

What's wrong?

Oh, great.

What do we do now?

I only have one person to see to finish this assignment.

I'll do it first thing in the morning.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for doctor Michael Goodman.

He's just down the hall, first door on your left.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

That's quite an accomplishment for a 12 year-old.

You must be very proud of your grandson.

Yes, I am, doctor.

Paul Forrester.

Your office told me that I might find you here.

Mrs. Harrity, I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to cut our visit a little short.

This man's from a magazine.

Are you going to take doctor Goodman's picture?

Yes, and yours too, if I may.

How many evenings a week are you here?

As many as it takes.

These people have a right to a dignified death.

When I was in 'Nam, I saw every senseless,

unglorified kind of dying there is.

You were there, you know what I'm talking about.

Bill Avery says that all you care about are your swimming-pools

and your Mercedes these days.

I'm not ashamed of the things I own, I worked hard for them.

And I haven't built my career at anyone else's expense.

What do you mean?

You know damn well what I mean. Where were you the night we got busted?

Where was Avery?

Or did you forget the Santa Barbara Twelve

started out as the Santa Barbara Fourteen?

While the twelve of us were been handcuffed,

you and Avery were busy launching your careers

out of our commitment to what we believed in.

When you sold those pictures, Forrester, you sold us.

Oh, that didn't take long. What...?

What do you want?

I came to see Paul.

Well, he had to go out for a minute.

I'll wait.

I didn't say you could come in.

Well, tough, I'm in.

How did you know where we were?

It's no big secret.

You've been following us around, haven't you?

Maybe I have.

Oh, is that why your were such a pal yesterday at the wharf?

So, you can worm your way into me and my Dad?

Hey, you invited me along today, in case you forgot.

Well, now I'm inviting you to take a hike.

Hey, I can be here if I want to.

Look, man, why don't you butt off. You're not wanted.

Keep your hands off me!

Hey, hey! Knock it off!

What is the matter with you two?

He started it!

- He kept shoving me! - Dad, he's been following us!

I need to talk to you.

- Will you bug out, man? He's my Dad! - Yeah?

He's my Dad, too.

What?

How can he be your Dad?

My Mum's name is Joanna.

Joanna Daniels.

Joanna Daniels.

I figured you would have remembered.

She said you had a lot of girlfriends back then.

That's why she never told you about me.

She knew she couldn't tie you down.

She told you...

that I was your father?

No.

If she had it her way, I still wouldn't know.

I found out last year.

The night they said on the news that...

some photographer named Paul Forrester,

had miraculously skipped death.

That was the helicopter crash.

Yeah.

My Mum started crying.

She ran out of the room.

Tom went after her. They started yelling and I overheard everything.

How you were my real father.

How she knew you'd never married her, so she married him.

Tom Kendall.

It seemed like my whole life up to then...

It's been a lie.

The guy I thought was my father, he was a total stranger.

I didn't know who I was anymore.

Sorry you had to find out about it that way.

And I'm sorry I had to blurt it out like this.

I wanted to kind of...

lead up to it, you know?

I mean, this probably blows you away just like it did me.

Yes.

Yes, it does.

This past few months, all I've thought about is you.

And if you could like me.

I do like you, Eric.

Then let me stay here.

Take me on the road with you.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Look, I won't be any problem.

I've got some money of my own, too.

I can't take you with me, Eric.

Why not?

I mean, you take him with you and I'm just as much of your son as he is.

Look, I know it's not gonna be easy taking on another kid.

But I'm not going back there.

Okay?

All right, if you hear anything, give me a call.

I've called all his friends, and no one seems to know where he is.

Let's not over-react, okay?

The last time he did this, we were all set to call the police,

and then, he came strolling in as if nothing had happened.

Damn it, Joanna, I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

No matter what I say to him, he snaps at me.

He's rude to you, and when he isn't God knows where,

he's up in the damned attic.

What does he do up there, anyway?

He says he needs space for himself.

Time to think and read, I don't know.

- Some damned funny place to read. - Where are you going?

Tom, there's nothing up there but dust and old boxes.

Your parents are gonna be all alone when you split, huh?

Yeah.

Tom would love it.

- Who's Tom? Your father? - Hey, don't say that!

You know who my father is.

What about your Mum?

She'll get over it.

Hey, my Mum had to... give me up when I was three.

Eric, I know you wanna stay with me.

Go out on the road with us, but I can't let you do that.

I just wanna be with my real father.

For once.

You've got a father and a mother.

You belong with them.

I think, maybe, we oughta take you home now.

They'll be worrying about you.

They don't care about me!

Neither do you.

- Nobody cares about me. - That's not true!

We all care about you.

Hey, you better think twice before taking me home.

Tom's a pretty rough guy and already hates your guts.

Eric!

I sort of feel sorry for him.

It's like, I kind of know what he's going through.

I feel sorry for him too.

I think I understand how his father must be feeling.

I don't want anyone to be hurt any more than they already have been.

What do we do?

We have no choice.

We leave after we take Eric home.

Bill Avery will just have to send us the money.

What if his father is as tough as Eric says?

Don't worry about it.

Joa?

- Look. - What?

Oh, my God.

Look who's back in town.

What is this?

It's a shrine.

The only thing missing are candles.

Eric! Open up, man. I gotta get some stuff out of there.

Eric!

Eric!

If you were living in a town like Santa Barbara,

where would you go?

Freeway. We'll check on all the on-ramps and see if he's hitchhiking.

Forrester!

I'm glad I caught you. We have a problem, old pal.

- Can't it wait? - No, it can't. We have a major re-shoot here.

This trash is unworthy of you. You blew it completely!

I don't know, I think that was pretty good.

- Dad, come on, let's go. - Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?

Not okay!

Listen to me, we're up against a deadline.

What is this? A bunch of Chicano kids drawing pictures?

- Those are Christina's students. - Students?

Wake up, Paul! The lady belongs to the Bahia Mar Country Club,

her kids go to private school.

She wouldn't give free lessons with a Court order!

Bill, we have to go.

Wait a minute! You had an assignment.

What am I supposed to do with these bleeding heart snapshots?

A truck picking up a load of food,

Now, what does that have to with Dennis Lambert?

Dennis Lambert gives food to those people that need it.

What the hell has happened to your sense of reality?

You let these bunch of phonies sell you a public relations number?

- Is that it? - They didn't sell me anything.

This is what I saw.

They still care. These people haven't changed, Bill.

They still wanna help.

I guess you haven't changed either.

That is the truth.

Maybe you'd better take another look.

You're crazy.

I don't know you anymore!

You're not the same guy you were in '71, man.

That's also true.

We could take a walk down the wharf.

I guess that means we don't get paid, right?

There's a bright side!

Really?

He forgot to ask for the car back.

This is it?

If the phone book is right.

That must be Eric's... other father out front, huh?

He doesn't look so bad.

- What are you doing? - Looking for Eric.

Oh, I get it. He knows where Eric is.

He knows, but he doesn't know he knows.

So, why don't you just tell him that you're not Paul Forrester?

If I did that...

If I told him that,

in here, I wasn't his father...

He would grieve and he would go back to Tom.

But for the wrong reasons. Do you understand?

Yeah, I guess so.

Being a father that lives in your heart.

And it grows over a long period of time.

I mean, there was time I couldn't even call you Dad.

I remember.

But I mean, see, back then we didn't know each other.

It's different now, though, because things have changed.

'Cos we've been through so much.

But that's the same for Eric and for Tom.

Yeah, I guess.

I mean, it was harder for him, though.

- I mean, thinking all those years... - Well...

It's kind of the same thing as,

me taking those photographs of all those people for Bill Avery.

Maybe, maybe they didn't look the same, and...

maybe they didn't do

the same things necessarily anymore, but...

But down inside, in their hearts,

they were still the same people.

- I understand. - They haven't changed in 16 years.

I get it.

- Scott? - Yeah?

How am I doing? I mean...

Being a father.

You're okay.

Thanks.

Eric?

How did you find me?

Your Dad gave me an idea where you might be.

Look, I keep telling you.

He's not my father.

So, forget it. I'm not going back there.

Man, you're being stupid.

You can't make it on your own. I've been there.

Yeah, I'll learn.

I'll get a job or something.

What about your mother?

She'll get along.

I mean, she's got him, right?

Everybody's got somebody.

You two.

Them two.

You don't want me, that's fine.

It's not like I'm gonna die because of it.

All right, Eric, you win.

I can't just leave you here.

You wanna travel with us?

Let's go.

Do you mean it?

- Sure! - Dad, wait a minute.

What about him?

Hey, "him" has a name.

He'll be all right.

Dad, what are you doing?

You really mean it?

I can go with you?

I said you can. One thing, though.

You're gonna have to tell your parents.

Sure. I'll write them.

No, you're gonna have to tell them.

Okay, let's find a phone.

No, sorry.

You're not gonna sneak off on this.

If you wanna travel with us.

We'll go over to your house...

and you can tell them you're leaving.

And why.

Somehow, I never pictured you with a son.

Besides Eric, I mean.

I always imagined what it would be like when you found out.

- It was never anything like this. - That was a long time ago.

We're not the same people.

No, we're not. Are we?

Thanks for bringing him home.

I didn't exactly bring him home.

He has something that he wants to tell you.

Isn't that right, Eric?

Yeah.

I'm going with them.

- He said it was okay. - I didn't say it was okay.

Now, if you think I'm gonna let you get away with this, you're nuts.

I've been expecting for something like this for 15 years.

If you think you're gonna come into my home, and take my son...

I know how you feel.

I feel the same way.

You've had him for a long time.

Well, if that's what he wants to do,

we're not going to keep him here by force.

- Tom, you can't... - Joa.

Wait.

- Well, we'd better get going. - Yeah, I'll go pack some things.

What things?

You know, my baseball glove...

Picture, stuff like that.

Well, the truth is we travel around quite a lot, so...

What you're wearing will be just fine.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Besides, he hates sports, especially baseball.

Is there anything else we should know, like...

Favorite foods? What he likes what he dislikes?

Hey, I can fill you in on all that.

Yeah, he's very allergic to bee stings.

The doctor gave him a prescription. I'll go get it.

Anything else?

Chest colds. He's particularly susceptible to them.

That's good to know, you know, we have to sleep in a cold alleyway sometimes.

I remember once, when he was four,

he had a particularly bad case of the Croup.

We put him in a hospital, in an oxygen tent.

The was a young doctor there who sat up with him all night,

with a trach kit on his lap.

What's a trach kit?

That's for a tracheotomy.

In case you can't breathe, they cut a hole in your windpipe.

Oh, gross.

How do you know all that?

Because I sat up all night with him.

Ten years later, I can still taste the coffee.

Here. What coffee?

Oh, at the at the hospital, remember?

Oh, mud!

We have some rules that he'll have to learn, but there's...

plenty of time for that.

We should be going.

Do you want me do you want me to clean my room before I go?

No, no that's all right.

How about a hug?

Take good care of him, Forrester. He's a good kid.

I don't believe you're doing this.

It's what you said you wanted.

You're just gotta let me go?

Now.

You're all right?

Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry about this.

We built it, we can fix it.

It'll be kind of lopsided.

I remember you were pretty proud of that when we built it.

I was only nine.

Eight.

Nine. I remember.

Eight. I have pictures.

You wouldn't want to bet on that?

I wouldn't want to take your money.

No money. First Dodger - Doubleheader.

You're on.

What are you putting up?

Well, if I'm wrong...

I'll clean the leaves out of your rain gutter.

My rain gutter?

This is your house too.

Come on, Dad. Why are you always on my case?

Because that's what fathers do!

Are you ready?

Look, I know I said I was going with you guys...

but I kind of changed my mind.

I'm gonna stay.

I understand.

Good-bye.

- Good luck, man. - You too.

You're gonna miss him?

I don't really know him.

This is the final boarding call for Superliner number 13.

Now leaving track 2.

- What? - Nothing!

Something's on your mind.

I was just thinking, Dad. You're more than okay.

Well, thank you.

Coming from you, "okay" is just fine.

Forrester!

I couldn't let you go without thanking you.

I owe you so much.

We all do.

All on board!

Dad, come on, let's go.

I like Eric a lot.

Yeah, so do I.

Scott!

Oh!

I knew they were there! I... I was...

I was just testing you!

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