All language subtitles for A.Single.Man.2009.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-WORM

Waking up begins
with saying am and now.

Jennifer,
I am not going to tell
you again.

For the past eight months
waking up has actually hurt.

The cold realization
that I'm still here
slowly sets in.

I was never terribly fond
of waking up.

I was never one
to jump out of bed

and greet the day
with a smile like Jim was.

I used to want to punch him
sometimes in the morning,
he was so happy.

I always used to tell him

that only fools greet
the day with a smile,

that only fools could possibly
escape the simple truth

that now isn't simply now.

It's a cold reminder.

One day later than yesterday,

one year later than last year,

and that sooner or later...

it will come.

He used to laugh at me and then
give me a kiss on the cheek.

It takes time in the morning
for me to become George,

time to adjust
to what is expected of George

and how he is to behave.

By the time I have dressed

and put the final layer
of polish

on the now slightly stiff
but quite perfect George...

I know fully what part
I'm supposed to play.

Looking in the mirror
staring back at me

isn't so much a face

as the expression
of a predicament.

Just get through
the goddamn day.

A bit melodramatic, I guess,

but then again...

my heart has been broken,

and I feel as if I'm sinking,

drowning, can't breathe.

Aren't you going to say
something?

Are you kidding?

It's spectacular.

What are you doing?

Stop it. Stop it.

I don't think you're
quite ready for life
in a glass house.

Drapes, old man.

You're the one

who's always saying
that we're invisible.

That's not exactly
what I meant.

For the first time in my life
I can't see my future.

Every day goes by in a haze,

but today, I have decided,
will be different.

Finally.

You know it has been raining
here all day,

and I've been trapped
in this house waiting
for you to call.

I'm sorry.
I must have the wrong number.

I'm calling
for Mr. George Falconer.

I'm sorry.
I was expecting someone else.

Yes, sir, you have indeed
called the correct number.

How may I help you?

This is Harold Ackerley.

I'm Jim's cousin.

Oh, of course.
Yes, good evening,
Mr. Ackerley.

I'm afraid I'm calling
with some bad news.

Oh?

There has been a car accident.

Accident?

There has been
a lot of snow here lately,

and the roads have been icy.

On his way into town,
Jim lost control of his car.

It was instantaneous
apparently.

Oh.

It happened late yesterday,

but his parents
didn't want to call you.

I see.

In fact, they don't know
that I'm calling you now,

but I thought
that you should know.

Thank you.

I know this must be
quite a shock.

It was for all of us.

Yes, indeed.

Will there be a service?

The day after tomorrow.

Well, I suppose
I should get off the phone

and book a plane flight.

The service
is just for family.

For family, of course.

Well, thank you for calling.

Oh, Mr. Ackerly?

Yes?

May I ask what happened
to the dogs?

Dogs?

There was a dog with him,
but he died.

Was there another one?

Yes. There was
a small female.

I don't know.
I'm sorry.

I haven't heard anyone
mention another dog.

Well, thank you for calling,
Mr. Ackerly.

Goodbye Mr. Falconer.

Hello, Charley.

How did you know it was me?

Charlotte,
nobody else calls me
before 8 in the morning.

I didn't call too early,
did I?

You sound grumpy.

No. I just have a headache.

Listen, I was going to call
you, actually.

Is it too late to change
my mind about tonight?

No, of course not.

I haven't seen you all week.

I'm dying for a dose of you.

I know. I'm sorry.

So, great.
I'll see you tonight.

I have to run now.
I'm late for work, so--

I'll call you later
from school.

Well-- Well, all right,
I'll see you then.

Bye, kiddo.

Bye, old man.

Good morning, Mr. George.

Sir, you don't look
so good today--

Good morning, Alva.
No, I didn't sleep very well.

You forgot to take the bread
out of the freezer this morning.

It stays fresh that way.

It was a little too fresh
this morning.

There are some papers
laid out on my desk,

which need to stay there,
so please don't move them,

and I'm afraid my pen
leaked all over the bed.

It's okay, sir.

Alva?
Yes, sir?

Thank you.
You're wonderful.

...as promised,

has maintained
the closest surveillance

of the Soviet Military buildup
on the island of Cuba.

Within the past week,
unmistakable evidence
has established the fact--

Oh, Professor Falconer?
Yes.

There was a student here
this morning asking
for your address.

My address?

- Did you give it to him?
- Yes sir. I did.

I hope that's okay.

I realize
I probably shouldn't have,

but he was very nice
and before I knew it, he...

Your hair looks great
like that.

It really suits you.

You always look so beautiful,

really fresh,

and you have
such a lovely smile.

Arpège?

Sir?

Really beautiful.

...that a series
of offensive missile sites--

Morning, Don.

Good morning, George.

Good morning, George.

Morning, Grant.

You look awful.
What have you been doing?

Look around you, Grant.

Most of these students
aspire to nothing more
than a corporate job

and a desire to raise
Coke-drinking,
TV-watching children

who as soon as they can speak
chant TV jingles

and smashing things
with hammers.

You're really scaring
me today, George.

Can't tell me
you have an easy time
with these students.

I find them staring at me
in a kind of bovine stupor

as if I were lecturing
in a foreign language.

Remind me why we shouldn't all
just be annihilated?

You seem to think
this is all a joke.

We live in a world
where nuclear war
is a real threat.

I don't understand
how that doesn't concern you.

You're serious, aren't you?
Yes, I'm serious.

George, did you
even read the article
I gave you on bomb shelters?

Ours is almost done.

We had three contractors
work on it

so none of them know
what we've got,

Then we're having
the outside landscaped

so no one will know
that it's there.

Really?

If word gets out that
you've got a better shelter,

then everyone
will try to get in
when something happens.

And so?

There will be no time
for sentiment

when the Russians
fire a missile at us.

If it's going to be a world
with no time for sentiment,
Grant,

then it's not a world
I want to live in.

After Many a Summer Dies
the Swan.

I take it you've all...

read the Huxley novel
that I assigned more than
three weeks ago?

How does the title
relate to our story?

Yes, Mr. Mong.
It doesn't.

I mean, it's about
a rich guy

who's too afraid that he's
too old for this girl--

and he thinks
the young guy's...

Russ.

Yes, Mr. Hirsch.

Sir, on page 79,

Mr. Propter says

that the stupidest text
in the Bible is,

"They hated
me without a cause."

Does he mean the Nazis
were right to hate the Jews?

Is Huxley an anti-Semite?

No.

No, Mr. Huxley
is not an anti-Semite.

Of course, the Nazis
were wrong to hate the Jews,

but their hating the Jews
was not without a cause.

It's just that the cause
wasn't real.

The cause was imagined.

The cause was fear.

Let's leave the Jews
out of this for a moment.

Let's think of
another minority,

one that can go unnoticed
if it needs to.

There are all sorts
of minorities--

blondes, for example...

people with freckles...

but minority
is only thought of as one

when it constitutes
some kind of threat
to the majority,

a real threat
or an imagined one.

And therein lies the fear.

And, if the minority
is somehow invisible...

then the fear is much greater.

That fear is why the minority
is persecuted,

and so, you see,
there always is a cause.

The cause is fear.

Minorities are just people,

people like us.

I can see
I've lost you a bit.

I'll tell you what.

We're going to forget
about Mr. Huxley today,

and we're going to talk
about fear.

Fear, after all,
is our real enemy.

Fear is taking over our world.

Fear is being used as a tool
of manipulation in our society.

It's how politicians
peddle policy.

It's how Madison Avenue
sells us things we don't need.

Think about it.

The fear being attacked,

the fear that there are
communists lurking
around every corner,

the fear that some
little Caribbean country

that doesn't believe
in our way of life
poses a threat to us,

the fear that black culture
may take over the world,

the fear
of Elvis Presley's hips.

Actually, maybe that one
is a real fear.

Fear that our bad breath
might ruin our friendships...

fear of growing old,
being alone.

Fear that we're useless

and that no one cares
what we have to say.

Have a good weekend.

Sir, may I talk to you
for a minute?

Why don't you always
talk to us like that?

I don't think
it went over very well.

Man, fear of things
gets to me all the time,

but you can't talk about it
with anyone,

or you just sound like a fool.

You can't even talk about it
with Lois?

I don't think
she's afraid of anything.

Everyone's afraid
of something, Kenny.

What are you afraid of, sir?

Cars.

How can you live in Los Angeles
and be afraid of cars?

Maybe you can't.

Sometimes my fear of things
can almost paralyze me.

It's like I get
really panic stricken

and I feel like
I might explode or something.

May I ask you
a personal question, sir?

If you like.

Do you ever get high?

How old do I look to you?

Well, have you ever taken
drugs?

Of course, Kenny.

Like what?

I don't feel I should
be discussing this with you,

on campus, Mr. Potter.

It's the only way
I get by sometimes.

Have you ever tried mescaline?

Not my drug of choice.

I shaved off one of my eyebrows
once on mescaline,

not a good look for me.

Sir?

I looked in the mirror,

big mistake
if you're high on mescaline,

and I decided that my eyebrows
were taking over my face,

and before I knew it,
I had shaved one off.

Wore a Band-Aid over my eye
for about six weeks

while my brow grew back,
very embarrassing.

You didn't take it again
after that?

Kenny, have you been listening
to me?

I shaved off my eyebrow.

I wanted an experience,
Mr. Potter,

not a career on stage.

Well...

If you ever want
to get high sir,

I usually have some dope.

You're really mad,
aren't you?

Look, I'm sorry, sir.

I guess you don't feel very
comfortable talking like this.

What makes you say that?

Lois thinks
you're kind of cagey,

like this morning,
when you were listening

to all that crap
we were talking about-- Huxley.

Well, not all of you.

I didn't notice
you open your mouth once.

I was watching you.

You let us ramble on and on

and then you straighten us out,

but you never really tell us
everything you know
about something.

Well, maybe that's true...

up to a point.

It's not that I want
to be cagey.

It's just that I can't
really discuss things
completely openly at school.

Somebody would misunderstand.

I tried to do that today.
Didn't really work out.

What was it
you wanted to get, sir?

Nothing. I was on my way
to the Dean's office.

You mean, you walked
all the way down here
just to talk to me?

Why not?

Well, I think you deserve
something for that, sir.

Here, sir, take your pick.

It's on me.

Thank you.

I thought
you'd probably pick blue.

Why blue?

Isn't blue supposed
to be spiritual?

What makes you think
I'm spiritual?

And you? Red?

What does red stand for?

Oh, a lot of things--

rage, lust.

No kidding?

Well, sir, I...

guess I'll see you around.

Hello?

What are you up to, kiddo?

Just trying to finish up
a book.
♪♪

How's your day going?
Fine.

I was just leaving school.
I wanted to know if you needed
anything for tonight.

Oh, thanks.

You're sweet,
but I think I'm all set.

Oh, be a darling and pick up
some gin for me--

Tangueray.

I love the color
of the bottle.

You love what's in it.
What time do you want me?

7 would be great.

That's okay with you?

Perfect.
I'll see you then.

I'll see you then.
Bye, Geo.

Bye, kiddo.

Beautiful.

Yes, Mr. Potter?

Are you going somewhere, sir?

That is usually why people
get into their cars.

No, I mean, are you going
on vacation or something?

What?
I saw you cleaning out
your office.

What exactly is it
that you want, Kenny?

I was just hoping that perhaps
we could get together

for a drink or something
sometime.

And why is that?

I don't know, sir.

Because I think
you might like it, and...

because you seem as though
you could use a friend.

Oh, really?

Yes, sir, you do.

Well, you may be right...

but it'll have to be
another time.

I'm late.

But thank you
for the invitation.

And thank you
for the talk earlier.

And stay off the mescaline.

Hello, Mr. Falconer.

Hello.
How are you today?

I'm fine, sir.

Do you need to get
into your box?

Yes, I do. Thank you.
Follow me.

Here you are, sir.

If you could please sign here.

Thank you.

So explain
your friend Charlotte for me.

What would you like to know?

I don't know.

You seem very intimate,
I guess,

like you were once together
or something.

You haven't ever slept
with her, have you?

Yes.

And?

A few times
when we were younger.

I wouldn't say
it meant nothing to me,

but it certainly meant
a great deal more to Charley.

It was a long time ago
in London.

I love Charley,

and we are very close friends,
but that's all.

Well, I'm confused.

If you sleep with women,
then why are you with me?

Because I fall in love
with men.

Because I fell in love
with you.

Anyway, doesn't everyone
sleep with women
when they're young?

I haven't.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

It was just never anything
that really interested me.

Well, you're awfully modern,
aren't you?

You know, I think that was
the first thing

I noticed about you...

was how sure of yourself
you were.

How can you be so sure
about everything at your age?

You think I'm sure
of myself?

Of course you are.

I'm finished now.
Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Falconer.

Is there something else
we can help you with today?

I can't find my check book,
and I need some cash.

Not my day, I'm afraid.
Excuse me a minute.

Mommy says that bushy eyebrows
are pedestrian,

but I think yours are pretty.

I think yours are pretty, too.

Why do you look so sad?

Would you like to meet
Charlton Heston?

Ben Hur.

He's our scorpion.

Every night we throw in
something new to him

and watch him kill it.

Daddy says
it's like a coliseum

so my brother Tom
put all the columns on here.

He wants to be a set designer.

He hasn't eaten the spider yet

'cause he's still full
from the moth we gave him
last night.

Daddy says he wants to throw
you into the coliseum.

No kidding. Why?

Well, he says
you're light in your loafers,

but you aren't even wearing
any loafers.

I think my brother Tom
is light in his loafers too,

but, well, he wears Keds.

He made me do
a hair conditioning treatment

on my hair with eggs.

Does it look shiny?

Sweetheart, what are you doing
bothering Mr. Falconer?

She's not bothering me
at all, Susan.
How are you?

I'm glad to see you, George.

George, we're having a few
people over tonight for drinks

and would love it
if you'd join us
if you could.

Thank you,
it's very kind of you,

but I have plans.

Another time then.

Jennifer, let's let
Mr. Falconer get back
to his banking.

Goodbye, George.

Bye, Susan.
Bye, Jennifer.

May I help you, sir?

I'd like to buy some bullets
for this gun, please.

Yes, sir.

This is a really old gun,
sir.

We have a two-for-one sale
on handguns at the moment.

Perhaps one
for the little lady?

No, thank you.
Just the bullets, please.

Okay.

Here you go.
Anything else?

Uh, no, thank you.

All right,
that'll be 2.29, sir.

I'm sorry.
I hope she didn't growl at you.

She goes a little crazy
sometimes

when I have to leave her
in the car.

She's perfect.
What's her name?

India.
Scoot over.

Say hello, baby.
Say hello.

I used to have
Smooth Fox Terriers.

You don't see them
very often.

Terriers smell
like buttered toast.

She's still a puppy,
isn't she?

Well, have a nice evening.

You, too.
Good night, India.

Whoa.

Sorry for that.

No, it's okay.

No, it's-- it's my fault.
I'll get you another pack.

It's okay. Don't worry.

No, no, I insist.

Thank you.

Sorry about the broken glass.

Here you go.

Thanks, man.

Hey, you want one?

No, thanks.

Actually, yes.
Why not?

Thank you.

Carlos.
What did you say?

Carlos.

You asked me my name.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Aren't we going somewhere?

No, but thanks.

I've never seen a sky
like this before.

Could I have another cigarette?

Sure.

Are you sure you don't want
to go for a drive?

I'm sure.

Where are you from?

Madrid.

Madrid?

How did you get here?

It's a long story.

I met a guy from L.A.
at the hotel where I worked

who told me
that I could live with him

and that he could get me
an agent.

But I never realized
that I have a Spanish accent.

I like your accent.

You speak very well.

How did you learn English?

My mom had
an American boyfriend
when I was little.

Is your mother in Madrid?

Yes, she is.
She cuts hair.

She cut my hair
before I left.

Do you like it?

I thought it made me look
like James Dean.

You're better
than James Dean.

Really? Thanks.

No one has ever picked me up
and not wanted something.

I think you picked me up.

This is kind of a serious day
for me.

Come on.

What could be so serious
for a guy like you?

Oh, I'm just trying to get over
an old love, I guess.

Well, my mother says
that lovers are like buses.

You just have to wait
a little while,

and another one comes along.

I have to go.

Thanks. I'm going away.

It's your turn to change it.

Yeah, I'm not changing it.
It's your turn.

Besides, you won't like
what I put on anyway.

I'll give you five dollars
if you change it.
I'm too old to get up.

You're only old
when it's convenient
for you to be old.

What are you reading, anyway?

Oh, God, not that
depressing crap again.

It's for my class.

And what highbrow work
of fiction might you
be reading?

Don't be so smug.

Man, what a life he has.
Don't you just envy him?

Why, because he can sniff
anyone's ass he wants?

Nice.

No, because he just does
what he wants.

Just like yesterday,

I was standing
in the front yard,

and Susan came over to talk,

and that little brat of hers,
Christopher,

came running over waving
that damned gun of his around,

and our little dog

walked right up,
hiked his leg,

and peed all over
Christopher's tennis shoes.

All over Christopher,
actually.

And of course I had to act
like I was really upset.

It was so perfectly executed.

I wish you'd seen it.

After all the times those kids
would torture that poor guy.

I mean, you should take
a lesson from them.

They don't-- They don't stay up
all night worrying.

They've figured out
how to get the two of us

to do exactly what they want.

I mean, they're basically very
sophisticated little parasites

when you think about it.

Well, the dumbest creatures
are always the happiest.

Just look at your mother.

They really just live
in the moment.

It's like now.

What could be better
than being tucked up here
with you?

I mean, if I died right now,

it would be okay.

Well, it wouldn't be okay
with me,

so why don't you shut up
and go and change the record?

Good answer.

Oh, you know what?

I was thinking about
taking them up to Denver
with me next week

if it's okay with you

because my mom,
she loves them.

Probably that recognition
of a similar mind.

Oh, you stay there, old man.

♪♪

No, I did not forget the gin.

I'll see you in ten minutes.

♪♪

Christopher,
would you like it
if I killed you?

I don't know.

Well, if you keep this up,

we are going to find out,

so why don't you go home
and stop shooting people?

I'm so happy to see you.

Come on in.

It smells wonderful.

I'm very hungry.
Where's Louisa?

I gave her the night off.
I'm cooking myself.

You are?

Yes, and I'm trying
something new.

Charley, darling,
you cooking is new.

Don't be smart.

I'm in a good mood tonight,
and I'm going to be fun.

I've already made
two New Year's resolutions.

Resolution 1--

no more talk
about awful ex-husbands

and children
who don't give a damn.

And the other one?
One what?

Resolution.

Oh, resolution 2--

more smoking and more drinking
and screw it all,

so come on,
mix me up a drink.

I'll have a gin and tonic,
please, and watch out, baby.

Coming up.

It was sweet of you
to come tonight.

Sweet had nothing to do
with it.

I needed to see you.

Oh, Geo, come off it.

Whenever you do
something sweet,

you're too ashamed
to admit it.

Here's to our early
New Year's Resolutions.

Cheers.

What are your resolutions,
by the way?

To let go of the past

completely, entirely,
and forever.

Mmm.

Light me up, will you?

Darling, you don't look well.

Do you remember
that little heart attack
you had last year?

It wasn't a heart attack--
Well, whatever it was,

darling, you don't look so hot.

I'm fine.
I've never felt better.

I'm a little tired,
haven't been sleeping much.

Geo, it's normal.

You were with Jim
for 16 years.

I think about Richard
every day.

It's hard being alone.

At least you have a job
and a life.

Now, let's have
a bit of dinner, shall we?

Because I've worked
so very hard.

What are you talking about?

Well, seriously,
there's no such thing
as "old" anymore.

The other day,
one of my students

has called me
a "senior citizen."

I wouldn't mind
if "old" didn't exist,

but I'm not sure "senior"
is what I'm aiming for, either.

It's all becoming so bland.
It's not why I came to America.

It's like a complete breakdown
of culture and manners.

The young ones have no manners.

The other day at the car wash

a young man looked me
up and down

and asked me
if I was a natural blonde.
-What did you say?

I looked him straight
in the eye and said,

"Well, let's just say

"if I stood on my head,

I would be a natural brunette
with lovely breath."

You didn't.
I did.

And the amusing thing was that
it went right over his head.

You had a mouth on you
even back in London.

Do you remember
that old lesbian who threw
a drink over your head

because you asked her
if she was hung
like a doughnut?

Yes.

Oh, Geo--

Oh, we could always
go back to London,
the two of us.

No, thanks.

You know you miss it.

I miss it sometimes.

Maybe if Jim had lived.
He loved being in England.

He asked to stay
last time we were there.

Do you really think
you would have moved?

Don't know.
It's silly to talk about it.

It only a fantasy.

What's this, hmm?

Oh, this is
my mother's wedding ring.

I found it in a drawer
I was cleaning out.

Oh.

Charley, my dear,
you and I are both
in need of another drink.

♪ Don't know why

♪ There's no sun
up in the sky ♪

♪ Stormy weather

♪ Since my man and I

♪ Ain't together

♪ Keeps raining
all of the time ♪

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Life is bare

♪ Gloom and misery
everywhere ♪

♪ Stormy weather

♪ Stormy weather

♪ And I just can't get
my poor self together ♪

Wait, wait, wait.

♪ Oh, I am weary
all of the time ♪

I love this.

You are insane.
Come on, old man.

Whoo.

Don't move.

Thank you.

Very smooth cigarette move.

I've always wanted
to do that.

You don't even smoke.

Not for the last 16 years.
Jim hated it.

What's to stop me now?
It's not as if it's
going to kill me.

This is so nice

lying here with you.

Don't you ever miss this?

What we could have been
to each other,

having a real relationship
and kids?

I had-- I had Jim.

No, I mean
a real relationship.

Geo, let's be honest.

What you and Jim had together
was wonderful,

but wasn't it really
just a substitute
for something else?

Is that what you really think
after all of these years?

Hmm?

You think Jim was just
some kind of substitute
for real love?

Hmm?

Jim was not a substitute
for anything.

Do you understand?

And there is no substitute
for Jim, anywhere!

And by the way,
what was so real

about your relationship
with Richard?

He left you after nine years!

Jim and I were together
for 16 years,

and if he hadn't died,
we would still be together.

What the hell is not real
about that?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

I know how much the two of you
loved each other.

I suppose I'm just jealous
that you and I never had
that kind of love.

Actually, I've never had
that kind of love with anybody.

I don't think
Richard ever loved me

except for the way I looked,

and Clay, I don't know.

You raise a child and love it,

and then when they're
old enough, they just leave.

Charley, there is nothing wrong
with your life.

You just like feeling sorry
for yourself.

It's one of your great
pleasures.

And it's not one of yours?

You're as pathetic as I am.

Feeling sorry for myself

is definitely not one
of my great pleasures.

Well, its not
one of mine, either.

I don't like feeling sorry
for myself one bit.

I tried to hold onto Richard
for so long

even when it was obvious
to everyone but me

that it was over,
and now Clay is grown up,

and, I mean,
what am I doing here, Geo?

Tell me. What?

You have plenty of friends.
You'll be fine.

Yes, I have friends,
but none of them need me,

and, yes, I have you,
and if you weren't
such a goddamn poof,

we could have all been happy.

I only have you now
because you lost Jim.

Soon I'll lose you
to someone else.

It's not as easy
for a woman.

I've done everything
the way that I was supposed to,

and all I have to keep me
company is a bottle of gin.

Maybe you should try
doughnuts with your gin.

Screw you.

Charlotte, you are dramatic.

I swear,
you really almost had me,

and a tiny tear
was beginning to form
in the corner of my eye.

Now, stop it.

You are still
breathtakingly beautiful,

when you can be bothered
to get up and out of bed

and stop whimpering about
everything for five minutes.

Go to London.

Change your life,

and if you're not happy
being a woman,

stop acting like one.

You have all the answers.

No, I don't have
any of them, actually.

If you're so smart,
why don't you do something new
with your life?

Take that position at Stanford?

You complain
about that little school,

but you could go
anywhere you want.

I think what I've done
has been worthwhile.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

As much as I dread it,

I think I will go back
to London.

But why do you dread it?

When I lived in London,
I was young.

I was fresh, I was everything.

Coming to America
was such a dream.

It was the icing on the cake.

Going home is defeat.

None of it really worked out
the way I planned.

Most things don't work out
the way people plan.

You're just living
in the past.

You need to start thinking
about your future.

Living in the past
is my future.

It doesn't have to be yours.
You're a man.

And you're a bore tonight.

Can't we just feel sorry
for ourselves
a little bit longer?

Let's have another drink.

I don't think so.
Please, please.

I have to go.
Come walk me out.
Please, darling.

No. No, this was such fun.
Come on, I have to.

Come on.
No.

When will I see you again?

Aren't you going to England?

No, never do that.

It's far too much effort.

Besides, I don't think Jim
would want me to leave you
here in L.A. all alone.

Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.

I've got all the answers.
Remember?

What are you doing
this weekend?

I think I might just be
very quiet.

You never really did take me
seriously, did you, George?

I tried to, Charley.
Remember?

A long time ago.

It didn't quite work, did it?

Good night, Charley.

Sleep tight.

♪ Blue moon

Patrick, beer and a pack
of Lucky Strikes, please.

♪ You saw me standing alone

♪ Without a dream

♪ In my heart

♪ Without a love of my own

♪ Blue moon

♪ You knew
just what I was there for ♪

Excuse me.

♪ And then there suddenly
appeared before me ♪

♪ The only one my arms
will ever hold ♪

It's too hot in there.

Yes, it is.

Like a cigarette?

No, thanks, I don't smoke.

This place is really crowded.

Well, it is Saturday night.

Not usually not as bad as this.

People normally just stop by,
pick someone up,

and head on down the beach.

Yeah, it's pretty wild
out there.

I'm surprised
the cops don't break it up.

Is it always like that?

Ever since the war ended.

It's pretty great, actually.
It's kind of pagan.

I'm Jim.

George.
Pleased to meet you, Jim.

I'm sorry. I'm supposed
to meet some friends,

but I can't find them.

Well, I just needed to get
out of the house.

The lure of a cold beer got me.

Do you live nearby?

Canyon.

Wow. Been there long?

Since '38.
Where are you from?

Colorado,
but I really like it here.

It's close to the beach.

I think I might stay
after I'm discharged.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm a bit of a pagan.

Oh.

After you.

Sorry.

Well, hello.

Hi.

Do you wanna buy me a drink?

I think I'm taken.

Too bad.

Too bad.

Want another beer?

100,000 men were put
under emergency orders

as they had been during
past invasions here.

Patrick, bottle of scotch
and a pack of Lucky Strikes
to go, please.

Patrick, cancel that.

Well, hello, Mr. Potter.

Hello, sir.

What are we drinking?

Scotch.

Okay.

Mmm. I come here all the time.

I live around the corner,
but then you knew that.

On Camphor Tree Lane.

You're still carrying that
around.

Mm-hmm.

One must always appreciate
life's little gifts.

So what are you doing here?

Just out for a ride
on my bike.

That all?

I don't know.

Were you looking for me?

Maybe.

I don't know.

I feel like my head's
stopped up with stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Like, the stuff
you were talking about
today in class.

That is definitely
not important.

No, it is important.
Your class is great.

But somehow we always seem
to get stuck talking
about the past.

The past
just doesn't matter to me.
The present?

I can't wait for the present
to be over.

It's a total drag.

Well, tonight's
the exception.

What?

Tonight, yes.

The present, no.

Let's drink to tonight.

Tonight.

So if the past doesn't matter,
and the present's a total drag,

what about the future?

What future?

Cuba might just blow us up.

Death is the future.

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be depressing.

It's not depressing.
It's not depressing.
It's true.

It may not be
your immediate future,

but it's what we all share.

Death is the future.

You're right, I guess.

So if one is not enjoying
one's present,

there isn't a great deal
to suggest the future
should be any better.

Yeah, I've thought
that before.

But the thing is,
you just never know.

Look at tonight.

Actually, I feel really alone
most of the time.

You do?

Yeah.

I've always felt this way.

I mean, we're born alone,
we die alone,

and while we're here,

we are absolutely, completely
sealed in our own bodies.

Really weird.

Kind of freaks me out
to think about it.

We can only experience
the outside world

through our own
slanted perception of it.

Who knows
what you're really like.

I just see
what I think you're like.

I am exactly
what I appear to be.

If you look closely.

You know, the only thing
that's made the whole thing
worthwhile...

has been those few times

when I've been able
to really, truly connect
with another human being.

I had a hunch about you, sir.

You did?

Yes, sir.

I had a hunch you might be
a real romantic.

Oh.

You know,
everyone keeps telling you

that when you're older,
that you'll have all
this experience,

like it's some great thing.

It's a load of shit.

I think I've actually got
sillier and sillier.

Really?

Absolutely.

So all your experience
is useless?

No, I wouldn't say that.

In the words of our friend
Mr. Huxley,

"Experience is not what happens
to a man.

It is what a man does
with what happens to him."

Let's go swimming.
Okay.

What?

It was a test.

I thought you were bluffing
about being silly,

so I said to myself,

"I'll suggest doing something
completely outrageous,

"and if he resists,
if he even hesitates,

then I know
he's full of shit."

Well, I wasn't.
Were you?

Hell, no.

Come on, sir.

I'll help you down.

Let's go.

Whoo!

Come on, sir!

That's enough for now, sir.

I'm fine.
Well, I'm cold.

Come on.

Can we go back
to your place, sir?

Of course.
Where else?

Where else.
Are you out of your mind?

What's the matter?

You can't go home like that.

We're invisible.
Don't you know that?

You know, sir,
they ought not to let
you out on your own.

You're liable to get
into real trouble.

Oh, I excel at it.

Your forehead's bleeding.

The bathroom is just down
the hall if you'd like
to take a shower.

Aren't you taking
a shower, too, sir?

No, I'm fine.
I'm English.

We like to be cold and wet.

First, I think we need
to take care of that cut, sir.

Do you have any Band-Aids?

Going camping, sir?

I'm fine, really.

Stay there.
I'll be right back.

Sit up.

Tilt your head back.

Well, sir, I'm afraid this time

you don't have the excuse
of mescaline to explain
your Band-Aid.

I think we should get you
out of those wet clothes.

Yes, sir.

You're not too cold?

I'm great.

Would you like a drink?

I'll have a beer, sir,
if you have one.

I'm afraid
that's all we have.

Two beers coming up.

You live here
all by yourself, sir?

I do now.

I used to share this place
with a friend.

He was an architect.

Man, guys my age dream

about the kind of setup
you've got here.

I mean,
what more can you want?

You get to be left alone
and come and go as you please.

Is that your idea
of a perfect life?

What's the matter, sir?
You don't believe me?

If you're so keen on the idea
of living by yourself,

where does Lois fit
into this plan?

Lois? What's she got to do
with anything?

I got the impression
that you and she were together.

Not really.

She's kind of cool,
and we're good friends,

but...

I think what you
really want to ask me
is if we sleep together.

And do you?

We did. Once.

Why only once?

I didn't say only once.
I said once.

Come on, the last thing I want
to talk about right now is Lois.

What time is it?

Mmm--

My watch seems to have stopped.

Do you want me to go?

You must be kidding.
Go and get us both
another beer.

Is that an order, sir?

Damn right it is.

Pathetic.

Did you say something, sir?

Why are you here?

Why did you go to the office

and ask the secretary
for my address?

I just wanted to see you
someplace other than school.

Why?

Sometimes I think I'm crazy

because I see things
so differently to everyone else.

I feel like I can talk to you.

To be honest, sir,
I was also worried
about you today.

Me?

What's there to worry about?

I'm fine.

I'm--

I'm fine.

A few times in my life

I've had moments
of absolute clarity...

...when for a few brief seconds

the silence drowns out
the noise and I can feel,

rather than think,

and things seem so sharp,

and the world seems so fresh.

It's as though it had all
just come into existence.

I could never make
these moments last.

I cling to them,

but like everything,
they fade.

I've lived my life
on these moments.

They pull me
back to the present,

and I realize that everything

is exactly the way
it's meant to be.

And just like that...

it came.