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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?

- What is it? - They say it's a piece of 617W.

The Wisconsin thing?

That was 15 years ago.

The Army Corps of Engineers just took it out of Dynamite Lake near the crash site.

They found some kind of fragment.

Somebody remembered and bucked the thing over to us.

These are great shots.

I mean, I'm not prejudiced or anything, but your stuff is definitely the best.

It's not my stuff.

I know... Paul Forrester's Irish period.

What is it?

Wait a minute.

What? Something in the painting?

Do you see that star? The very bright one?

Yeah.

That's home.

What?

Do you know when we sit at night looking at the stars,

and you ask me where I'm from,

and I point up to the sky and say: "There?"

That's "there."

Wait, wait, that's impossible, Dad.

That has to be coincidence.

Coincidence?

Scott,

there isn't a word in any language on this planet,

that can describe how many stars there are in the sky.

That this artist should pick this particular...

star...

Then, what does it mean?

K.I.

Dad? Are you nervous?

Why should I be nervous?

I'm a pilot, Scott.

I have flown millions of miles,

and light years through galaxies

that these people have never even dreamed of.

What was that?

They just took up the wheels, Dad.

Oh.

You see, my...

My spacecraft didn't have wheels.

Right, right.

So, what do you think?

I mean, here we are, in a plane flying to Albuquerque,

on Paul Forrester's feeling,

to meet some guy named Geffner, right?

And all we've got to go on is that he owned the painting.

That's not all.

What else?

K.I.

Haven't you noticed?

K is the first letter after J,

and I is the first letter after H. Jenny Hayden.

Do you think it could be?

I hope so.

Come on up, right here.

Excuse me. Are you Wayne Geffner?

Keep it going.

Just a second.

- Yeah? - Are you Wayne Geffner?

That's right.

Maybe you could help me. I need some information about a painting.

What kind of painting?

Well, I bought this in a gallery up North.

I thought, maybe you could tell me who painted it.

Sorry!

Well, it's got these initials: K.I.

Mister, I never saw the painting before.

You better get out of the way before something falls on you.

The foreman said he lived on Citrus.

There's his truck.

You better wait in the car.

Look, Dad, if this was a trap,

the guy back there wouldn't have told you to take a hike.

It may be a more clever trap. Wait inside.

Look,

Until I see if there's something for us to find,

and that Fox didn't leave it for us...

I want you to stay out of sight.

Are you expecting anybody?

- You! - Mr. Geffner...

I told you! I got nothing to say.

- But I just have to talk to you. - How many times I gotta say it?

I never saw that picture.

Well, then, how is it you have one exactly like it hanging in your bedroom?

- Mr. Geffner! - You got some kind of nerve sneaking around here!

What is it, Wayne?

- Nothing! - Mr. Geffner, if you just let me explain...

Buddy, if you ain't out of here in ten seconds, you'll explain it to the cops.

Wayne, stop it! Stop it! Let him up!

Oh, he didn't mean anything by it. It's just that he has a terrible temper!

My name is Phyllis Geffner.

I'm Paul Forrester.

Go ahead Mr. Forrester, tell us what you want.

I didn't mean to upset you, folks. I...

Just wanted to know who painted the pictures...

- What pictures? - Phyllis. - The starscapes.

The one I have only has the initials K.I.

- Karen Isley, so what? - Wayne!

I knew her as Jenny Hayden.

- Get the hell out! - Mister, Mrs... - This is my house! Out!

Well?

I don't think that you should get too excited,

but Jenny Hayden painted those pictures.

And I'm pretty sure the man in there knows where she is.

Dad, I still don't understand what we're doing here.

Well, I've never eaten in a salad bar before.

What's this?

- A hickory, look, Dad, listen to me. - A hickory?

Mh-mhm.

It tastes like it sounds.

Dad, look who cares. If there's a guy back there knows where Mom is...

Look, why don't... Why aren't we camping out on his doorstep? I mean...

Beating on him until he tells us where she is!

- I walked in on him, and he was getting ready to have dinner. - So what?

Scott,

all life-forms need food.

That's true all over the universe.

When they don't get food, they nasty, and...

bad-tempered.

Those of them that have tempers anyway.

- Like Wayne Geffner, and me, and you. - Yeah, but Dad...

I'll try the woman first thing in the morning.

She was scared but...

I think she felt bad about the way the man treated me.

How about taking me along?

I mean, if they know that I'm her son, they...

No, we don't know these people.

Who they are...

Or what their relationship to Jenny is.

Maybe they don't know that she had a son.

Yeah, but if we tell them...

What if she doesn't want them to know?

We have to be careful.

Not only for us.

We don't know anything about the way Jenny's been living for the past 11 years.

What she's been through, what her problems are...

What she even remembers.

All we know is that she's been living under an assumed name.

She might still be in danger.

Yeah, I know you're right.

But I'm gonna go crazy if I don't do something!

All right, I'll tell you what: You talk to the lady,

and I'll keep an eye on the tough guy.

Good.

You know?

There's another thing about food that's true all through the universe.

What's that?

The stuff that's healthy for you,

doesn't always taste as good as stuff that's not.

You want a bite, right?

It's great to have a brother-in-law on the police force.

Thanks, Jer, we'll be talking.

Paul Forrester.

Bingo!

- He's heard of him? - Ran his name through the computer.

It turns out he's from Chicago.

Jerry's got a buddy there.

Forrester is some kind of hotshot news photographer.

He's a reporter?

With a reputation for booze, broads, and unpaid bills. And...

Word is he's traveling around with a kid who calls himself Scott Hayden.

- Scotty. That's Jenny's kid! - We don't know that!

All we know, he's a reporter with bills to pay,

who come sniffing around Jenny Hayden who's crazy and a loony.

But if it is her kid, she's got a right to see him.

No! What right?

She gave him up! She walked out on him!

You weren't there. You didn't hear.

"I was being pursued by the government."

"It was the only chance for a normal life."

"I'm telling you I wanted to puke."

- What if she's telling the truth? - Come on!

What if she just thinks she's telling the truth?

Wayne, you remember what she was like.

When her husband died, she was living up there like a hermit.

She didn't care if she was dead or alive.

When she found it she was pregnant,

she could've been imagining all sorts of things!

Wayne, what are you gonna do?

I'll tell you what I ought to do. I'll let that slimy reporter do is...

his freak show number on her, on all of us!

That woman who says she had a space alien's child, right?

- Right? - Oh, Wayne, Wayne! - Don't worry, I won't.

My sister's screwed up our life enough.

Jenny Hayden is not the problem!

Yeah, that's right!

Okay, we can start on this sill...

Hey, will you give me a hand?

We need to carry this over there right now.

- We need that right away. - Hey, Wayne. How you doing?

All right.

- Yeah, I think so. You can handle it...

Listen, I got to go to Arizona for a couple of days.

- Later! - You got any problems?

It's nothing serious, I'll be back in a couple of days.

- Oh, sure. - Yeah, you can pick up...

Okay, I'll see you, then.

- All right. See you when you get back. - Okay.

- Have a safe trip. - Okay. Thank you.

Okay, give me a hand. We're ready to break this wall.

Yeah, all right.

What are you doing?

I'm hanging up my wash. What does it look like?

- Listen, Mister, please, please... - Why?

- Why what? - Why are you hanging up your wash?

Oh, just give me a break.

Are you trying to tell me that you're not old enough

to remember clothes lines, and clothes pins?

Sort of.

It's very clever.

Mr. Forrester...

I'm really sorry for the way that Wayne treated you yesterday.

But I can't tell you anything about...

Anyway, I can't. I just can't.

I've been looking for Jenny Hayden for a long time.

What for?

Well, it's complicated, but...

I left her once.

About 15 years ago, and it was a mistake.

Mrs. Geffner, what's the matter?

Wayne says you have a boy.

How does he know that?

It doesn't matter. It really doesn't. Do you?

Yes.

You're the father, aren't you?

Jenny's living in northern Arizona, near a town called Socorro.

I don't know exactly where it is, but it's near a big military base.

She does go by the name Karen Isley.

Wayne left this morning for there,

Please, Mr. Forrester, go get her before Wayne does,

because he's just gonna hide her again.

Take your son, her son...

Live happily ever after.

Yeah, you got another ham and cheese in there?

Is Wayne Geffner around?

No, he took off this morning. Won't be back for a couple of days.

Do you know where he went?

Something about family business.

Has anybody around here seen a 14 year old boy with the blue jacket on?

I saw him.

Yeah, he jumped into the back of Geffner's truck.

What time?

- Little past eight. - Thanks.

Come on!

Okay, thanks.

You got away?

- No, we're gonna go into the hotel. - Okay.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for some information about a painting.

Tomorrow morning 9 o'clock sharp.

I give out information for free.

Paintings at prices you wouldn't believe.

I can see that you're closing but this kind of important.

Mister, when I had a place on Madison Avenue,

I used to stay up until midnight to make a sell.

That's why I came here.

Do you know the artist who painted this? Her name is Karen Isley.

Who wants to know?

Me!

I think you'd better come inside.

What do you want Karen for?

I like her work.

I thought maybe I'd like to buy another one.

They're all the same.

Well, the theme is the same.

Infinity, sort of, but the treatment.

They're the same star.

It's the same star?

I'm an astronomer, I guess that's why I like her work.

Where does she live?

I'm sorry I can't tell you.

Well, if you tell me where she lives all by one of her paintings.

You didn't ask how much.

- How much? - A million dollars.

Why?

Well, she doesn't sell very many so I have to charge a lot for each one.

Is that a joke?

No, Mr. Paul Forrester, you are a joke!

Also, the clumsiest liar I have ever met.

Now, what do you want with Karen?

- I knew her a long time ago. - Oh, yeah? How long ago?

About 15 years.

Mhm, what does she look like?

She's about your height,

slender, brown hair, blue eyes,

a way of tilting her head back like this when she laughs.

Okay.

When I talk to her, I'll tell her Paul Forrester's stopped by.

No, no, no, she wouldn't know me by that name.

And I look different.

Why won't you tell me where she lives?

You must be kidding!

Different name,

different appearance...

Mister, you sound like an axe murderer who just had a face transplant.

But, somehow...

I don't think you are.

I wouldn't hurt her. I think you know that.

No, Mr. Paul Forrester, or you'll have me to deal with.

She's real fragile...

and I have a feeling she's had enough trouble for two lifetimes.

Come on.

Look, I'm not asking for major effect here. A Boy-Scout can do this!

All right!

Peak Room's 12 miles out of town on route 17.

About a mile before the entrance there's a roadhouse called Flaps.

Karen hangs out there sometimes. She's got a thing about that place.

Have you heard from him yet?

What do you mean he's got your son?

Somebody in the job said he got in the back of Wayne's truck.

They should be getting to Socorro pretty soon.

- Have you found Jenny? - Not yet.

Well, if that's where Wayne's heading to, as soon as you see him,

ask him to call me, all right?

I will. Good-bye Phyllis.

Well, to you a beautiful lady.

Have you ever been inside building 11?

Yeah, sure, plenty of times. I told you.

Yeah, what do they got there?

All kinds of stuff about flying saucers,

you know... UFO's, that kind of thing.

Yeah, but what? I mean, do they have, like,

pieces of spaceships?

Real physical evidence?

Look, it's all a bunch of baloney.

No, it's not.

I mean, why would they have an official building,

on government installation, if somebody didn't think it was true?

Take it easy, pretty lady. Whatever you say.

Excuse me.

Now, wait a minute! Where you going?

I don't think you've ever been inside building 11.

Please, let me go.

Look, forget all that stuff.

Why don't we go back to my place?

And we hoist a couple of Martinis, okay?

Come on.

It's hot in here.

Don't you think it's hot?

My God! I'm burning up!

Excuse me, I have to get some air.

What happened to him?

He was...

too hot.

- Yeah, I guess he was. - My name is Paul.

Paul Forrester.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Could we talk for a minute?

About what?

Anything you like.

- Building 11. - Do you know anything about it?

No, but I'd like to.

Hi, I'm - I'm Karen Isley.

Oh!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Throw me the ball, Jimmy.

Attaboy! That's good!

See? In America everybody plays ball so,

you have to learn.

So, when you get there you can play, too.

Oh! Oh, it's too dangerous!

Jim! Jim! Stay there!

Don't bring him!

I told you not to bring him! I told you no!

What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?

Mister Geffner, Mister Geffner, wake up.

Jimmy?

Jimmy, I'll come back for you.

I promise. You wait here for me.

Look, Mister Geffner, I gotta go get help. Can you...?

Don't go! Don't leave me... I miss you.

I miss you.

Okay, that right.

I'm not going anywhere.

It's okay. It's all right.

Come on.

Come on, lie down. Try to relax.

Look, if you're going along with the gag,

hoping that I'll end up going home with you...

Well, it won't happen. I mean you can ask Willy, the bartender.

I just come here for conversation.

I don't live here.

What?

So, it would be hard for you to come home with me.

Yes, I guess it would.

So, what are you? A Trekkie? A science-fiction buff? What?

I'm sorry?

Well, why do you think that there's something out there?

I mean, you don't look like the kind of man who's had out-of-body experiences.

What makes you so sure?

Have you?

Well, I think that...

there are so many billions of stars beyond this solar system,

that we would have to be incredible egotists

to think that our planet is the only one with intelligent life.

Yeah, that's what I think.

So, tell me about building 11.

I'll do more than that. I'll show you.

Are you sure you never heard of Peak Room?

They have a squadron of F-14s,

and an air transport wing...

Right over there.

That's building 11.

It's supposed to be hush-hush, but...

everybody in town knows that it's the...

National Center for studying UFO's.

Why are you so interested in outer space?

Same reason you are, I guess.

Is this where you paint?

How did you know that?

I know who you are.

You're Karen Isley.

You paint starscapes.

I bought one at a gallery in Portland.

How did you find me?

Through your brother in Albuquerque.

Wayne wouldn't have told anybody.

Phyllis told me.

And you followed me all the way here?

Because of my paintings?

You touched me.

They make me feel sad and lonesome...

and happy, all at the same time.

- We'd better go, it's getting late. - Can I see you again?

- No. - Why not?

I don't see people.

But I've come a very long way.

All the way from Portland.

Yes.

I'll be at Lainie's gallery in town...

Tomorrow morning.

Good morning!

How do you feel?

Who are you?

Yeah, this is river water.

Should taste pretty good.

Do you remember anything?

Going off the road.

Yeah, yeah, the truck got on fire.

I managed to save the thermos and the toolkit,

but not much else.

- You pull me out? - Yeah.

Can you walk on it?

No, I don't think it's broken.

But there's no way I can walk to 25 or 30 miles out of here

- 30 miles?

You lost or something?

I was in the back of your truck.

Oh, yeah?

You're gonna tell me who you are?

I've been in the back of your truck since Albuquerque.

Why?

I was hoping you'd leave me to my Mom.

My name's Scott Hayden.

- Morning, George. - Ed?

Got your test results.

- Look, I don't have time for that. - You better make time.

- Serious? - I think so.

All right.

Make up the short version.

Okay. Slow down or you're in trouble.

Ed, I didn't ask for advice. I want to know what's in there.

Your stomach pains are pre-ulcerous.

Your cholesterol is way up, and so are your triglycerides.

You are a candidate for everything except elective office.

I don't smoke.

Congratulations.

Look, Ed.

I told you. I feel like I'm coming down with a little something.

It's nothing.

Believe me, it's nothing just give me my vitamin B-12 shot,

and I'll be on my way. I got a plane to catch.

Why do you do it, George?

Is whatever you're after really worth it?

Ed, look at it this way:

Go back a hundred years, or so...

To the time when the first communists crawled out from under a rock.

Now, maybe if somebody like me

had been around to hunt them down, and to step on them, then...

we wouldn't be in the fix that we're in today.

Now, you tell me: Is it worth it?

Drop your pants.

So...

tell me George,

where you off to today?

Albuquerque.

- Hello? - Hello, Phyllis?

- It's Paul. - Paul?

Did they get there yet?

No, and I've seen Jenny.

I don't know what else to do, or where to even look.

Have you called the Highway Patrol?

The Highway Patrol? Why?

In case in case they were in some sort of an accident.

No. I'll do that.

It's my doorbell. Listen call me the minute you hear anything.

Okay. Fine.

- Yes? Mrs. Geffner? - Yes.

I'm George Fox. I'm with the Federal Security Agency.

I'd like to talk to you about your husband.

Oh, my God! Has he been in an accident?

Well, where is he?

He's on his way to Socorro, Arizona, I think.

Please just tell me what happened.

Mrs. Geffner, as far as I know your husband is just fine.

Thank you very much.

She wants you to go out to her place.

I'll give you some directions, it's a bit tricky to find.

All right.

What did you do to her?

Nothing.

Oh, yeah you, quiet ones, are dangerous.

In the two years she's lived here, nobody but me,

but nobody... has been to her place.

No men,

no affairs, no relationships,

no flirtations...

Nada.

She's been an emotional recluse.

I tell you this to re-emphasize the fact...

If you hurt her,

I'll cut your throat.

Hi.

Good morning.

Since you said you had travelled so far to find me, I...

I thought you wouldn't mind going a little farther.

Is that all right?

Yes.

It's such a beautiful day, I thought we could take a hike.

Right.

Hike.

Okay.

It's something about the eyes I just can't get right.

I've drawn your picture lots of times.

I don't understand.

In my mind.

Oh, do you mean what kind of crazy lady

paints the same starscape over and over again?

Why do you?

I don't know.

I guess it's just interesting thinking about...

Something being out there. That's all.

Do you ever think about what that something might look like?

No.

Look, I just can't get this right.

Let's move.

Wait a minute.

Tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know?

The important things.

Well, I was married once.

Long time ago, but he was killed in a car accident.

Any children?

We had...

We had one.

But...

He doesn't live with me anymore.

Could we go?

I'm sorry.

I don't want to hurt you.

It's all right.

Like I said, it was a long time ago.

Look, I'll finish this, and then I'll take off, all right?

I don't think it's a good idea, you wouldn't make it by sundown.

I think with a day's rest, I can walk on this leg.

We'll try it together.

Look, kid, I can't stop you. You you want to take off? Go!

That's all right. I'll stay.

You're pretty handy out here.

Yeah, well, my Dad and I camp out a lot.

Your Dad.

Listen, Mister, every time I mention my Dad,

it's like you'd like to break his jaw or something.

If you got something against him, why don't you just say it?

- You don't know? - No, I don't know!

But you know your mother ran out on you, right?

She didn't run out on me. She had to give me up.

Why?

How should I know? I was four years old.

But she had a good reason. I know that.

Yeah?

Think about this.

Maybe she wouldn't have had such a good reason,

if your father hadn't run out on her before you were born.

You don't know about it.

Is this your son?

Coffee in a minute.

Yes,

that's Scott.

If it causes you so much pain,

to think of him, why do you keep the picture?

Because you still love him.

I haven't seen, or heard of him in 11 years,

But I think about him every day,

I look at that picture,

and I wonder what he looks like now.

Whether he's happy...

Whether he's with people who love him,

and care about him.

This is silly.

I'll get your coffee.

Take that off!

I'm sorry.

This was a bad idea.

- Please, go. - I don't think you want me to.

Don't tell me what I want.

Get out.

You've been hurt. You're afraid.

Please, go.

Now.

And don't come back. I don't want to see you again.

I gave a baby tonight.

No, it's impossible.

I can't have a baby.

I went to the doctor, a couple of doctors.

Believe what I say...

I gave you a baby.

It will be a boy baby.

He will be human...

and he will also be my baby.

If you do not want this, say so now.

And I will stop.

We have orders to open fire.

Last warning, Mrs. Hayden.

Radiation alarm.

Look at this.

ITC are on 617.

- M-warning. - Give me air suction of the chamber.

I don't believe this.

Capsule magnetometer is off scale, so is the beam reader.

Pi-Delta-P?

What the hell is going on?

- You heard what happened when 617W hit 15 years ago? - Yeah?

Well, whatever did then, is back.

Gentlemen.

You are exactly right.

Paul?

A long time ago...

I let someone go,

because I had to.

And I have never gotten over him.

Paul...

I don't know anything about you,

except your name,

and that you like my paintings.

I haven't felt like this...

since then.

Please, stay with me.

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