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[jazzy instrumental music]

♩ ♩

[deep breath in and out]

[horns honking]

[tires squeal]

[tires squeal]

[tires squeal]

- There you go.

- I first met Dean
not long after my father died.

I'd just gotten over
a serious illness

That I won't bother
to talk about

except that it
really had something to do

with my father's death

and my awful feeling
that everything was dead.

- "Let's go for a drink,"
says my buddy, Sal.

But I show up,
and guess what.

No Sal Paradise.

A boring, brooding mute
has been inserted in his place.

- What's there to talk about
exactly, huh?

The book I'm not writing?

Or the inspiration
I don't feel?

- True, but these
are temporary worries.

Life is long and wondrous
and strange.

Look at me, Sal.

I'm full of inspiration.

My mind is a veritable
echo chamber of epiphanies.

Dig it.

"The air is dark.

"The night is sad.

I lie sleepless,
and I groan."

- I'll get you another beer.

- Bravo, very nice, Carlo.
- Chad.

- I've been looking
all over town for you hoodlums.

- How you doing, man?

- Listen, remember that, uh,
jailbird friend of mine

from Denver?

The one who stole 500 cars?

The one I've been raving about?

- He didn't think we
really believed that, did he?

The first reports of Dean
came to me though Chad King,

who'd shown me and Carlo
a few letters from him,

written from a Colorado
reform school.

- Come on, man.

Let's go.

The great Dean awaits.

- Dean had arrived
in New York.

He had just married
a 16-year-old chick

named Marylou.

- Come on, gentlemen, one more.

[woman moaning]

[knocks at door]

[woman moaning]

- Well, look who's
at my doorstep,

old Chad King!

- Oh!

- How's it going, cowboy?

I'm Sal.

- Sal.

Strong grip.

- Uh-
- Yes, yes, yes.

Sal and Carlo,
the writer pals-

I've heard all about you
gone cats.

- We're here to orient you
into the Nietzschean ways

of the big, bad city.

- And smoke your weed,
of course.

- Well, yes,
we got plenty of that.

Marylou, why don't you
get on the ball

and make us some coffee?

My writer friends are here.

Come on in.

- Hey, hey.

- ♩ Cry to hear ♩

♩ Folks chatter ♩

♩ And I know you cheat ♩

♩ Right or wrong ♩

♩ Don't matter ♩

♩ When you're with me... ♩

- Yes?

You'll never get this one.

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

♩ Kibisinee akay buba ♩

♩ Alaha mish uhmo,
vontay ♩

♩ Yip roc ♩

- That's not a song.

- ♩ Heresy ♩

♩ Alowmish way,
alowmish vontay ♩

♩ Lowmish voodoomore ♩

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

- Slim Gaillard.

- Yes, yes, yes,
Slim, it is.

- Dean, but some of us

need the occasional doughnut
to survive.

- Ah, the occasional doughnut.

I just love this gal.

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

♩ Kibisinee akay buba ♩

♩ Alaha mish uhmo,
vontay ♩

Wake up.

Chad King.

♩ Alowmish way,
alowmish vontay ♩

♩ Lowmish voodoomore ♩

♩ Yip roc ♩

- Thanks.

- ♩ Blowbiby shibop,
vontay ♩

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

♩ Kibisinee akay buba ♩

♩ Alaha mish uhmo,
vontay ♩

- You know,
I never met a girl before

who could roll tea.

- Oh, yeah?

- ♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

- He taught me.

- Taught you well.

[laughter]

- [sighs]

- The day
before my father died,

he took hold of my hand,
and he looked at it.

And he said,

"You got no calluses, Sal.

That's 'cause you don't do
any real fucking work, boy."

- Oh, yeah?

[sighs]

Yeah.

[exhales]

My old man's still lost,

just wandering the hobo streets
of Denver like...

like shit.

[exhales sharply]

To the old men.

- Yeah.

To the good,

old, dead,

demented men we love.

- And to the West.

[glass clinks]

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

- It wasn't only because
I was a writer

and needed new experiences

that I wanted
to know Dean more,

but because somehow
he reminded me

of some long lost brother.

In the West
he spent a third of his time

in the pool hall

a third in jail

and a third
in the public library.

And although he was a con man,

he was only conning because
he wanted so much to live

and to get involved
with people

who'd otherwise
pay no attention to him.

He was conning me,
and I knew it.

And he knew I knew.

This has been the basis
ofour relationship.

I began to learn from him

as much as he
probably learned from me.

[engine turns over]

[tires squeal]

[jazz saxophone music playing]

- Hey, hey!

[crowd shouting and whooping]

♩ ♩

- There's a cat who can
really bend his girl, man!

♩ ♩

- Whoo.

- Whoo!

♩ ♩

[lively percussion]

♩ ♩

[cheering]

- Do you even know what we
witnessed right there, Sal?

That tenor man has "it."

You see?

He starts
with the first chorus,

then lines up his ideas,

rises to his fate,
and then suddenly,

somewhere in the middle
of the chorus,

he gets "it."

Everybody looks up and knows.

Time stops.

He has to blow across bridges

and come back
with such infinite feeling

for the tune of the moment
that everybody knows

that it's not the tune
that counts but "it."

- "it man,"
can I buy you that drink?

- Make that three.

I'll buy you one.

- All right.
- All right.

Thanks.

What's your name, man?

- [chuckles]

They want to know my name.

- [singing indistinctly]

- Shh.

- Mm.

- Hey, baby.

I got some of my boys
from work.

- Hi, boys from work.

- Howdy.

- So...

[chuckles]
Where was I?

So this whorehouse...

there's this monkey
at the door.

So you, you place your bet
in the cage, you know,

and the monkey
rolls the cage around,

and the dice roll out.

And if you win,
you get the girl for free,

but if you lose to that monkey,

you gonna get your backside
birched...

[all laughing]

By the monkey!

Now that's evolution.

"Sodom and Gorilla."

[all laughing]

I'm telling no lie.

[laughing]

- That's cool.

Come in, man.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

- How do you do, ma?

- Hello.

- Well, you look just like her.

- Come on, man.

Where's Marylou?

- Oh, man.

We get into a big ruckus,
so she calls the cops on me.

And then she
whores a few bucks together

and heads back to Denver.

- Whore, really?

- Yeah.

You know, I'm planning
on heading back too.

- When?

- Soon, with Carlo.

- [chuckles]

- Anyways, before I go,
I absolutely have to learn

how to write from you.

- Well, I'm honored, man, but-

- Show me how, all right?

I want to learn.

Teach me.

[jazz music playing]

♩ ♩

- Hey.

- I was walking
down 125th street,

and suddenly, I stopped.

I looked at everything
in amazement.

It was like I'd just woken up
from a dream

that had lasted my whole life,

and I realized that God
isn't somewhere

out there in heaven.

He's right here...

- Yes.
- In the dirt.

He's an ape like us.

- Buh!

[screaming and screeching]

- And I shambled after
as usual

as I have done my whole life,

after the people
that interested me,

'cause the only people
that interest me

are the mad ones,

the ones who are mad to live,

mad to talk

desirous of everything
at the same time,

the ones that never yawn
or say a commonplace thing

but burn, burn, burn,

like roman candles
across the night.

- Bus number 21,

service from Albany
and Poughkeepsie

with intermediate stops,

is now arriving
at door number three.

[camera clicks]

- Bus number 847
will now board

on the south side
of the terminal...

- Let's see.

For you.

And I'll keep this one.

Sal, Sal, Sal.

West-orooni.

- To the West-orooni.

Don't forget to write, Carlo.

- Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

[somber music]

♩ ♩

- "Alas, alas, Sal.

"It's not me-
I'm drunk-

"but my soul
talking direct soul language,

"so to speak
to my deepest blood brother

"and holy goof

"That's you.

"And to be formal
and analytical about it

"let me objectify
the characteristics

"I miss the most of you.

"Number one, your conversation.

"Number two,
your brotherly smile, man.

"But I shall go on,

"so to close and get the gist
Denver waits for you.

"Carlo in his damp grotto
and clowned misery-

"to use the paradox
of expression-

"waits for you,
so get on it.

"Be quick and hurry to me,
no delay.

"Long dash.

"Bring Paradise to Denver.

"Bring Paradise to Denver.

"And I love you as ever.

"Dean.

Drunk."

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

- With the coming
of Dean Moriarty

began the part of my life

you could call
"My life on the road. "

Before that I'd often dreamed
of going West

always vaguely planning
but never cutting out.

I was a young writer
trying to take off.

[exhales]

[upbeat instrumental music]

♩ ♩

- 43 "W," 83 degrees...

♩ ♩

- Now what species are you?

- Traveler.

Appreciate the lift.

- It might be your last.

I'm freighting dynamite.

You're looking
for that toe?

They amputated it
this morning.

You can't smoke,
but you can drink in this car.

- All right.

Thanks.

- Follow me.

I'm right behind you.

- Did it hurt?

- I don't recommend it.

[insects chirping]

- Oh, shoot,
I got to take me a piss.

- A truck with a flat board
at the back

with about six or seven boys
sprawled out on it.

- Piss call!

[tapping]

- Whoo-whee!

Here we go!

- Yelled the kid
in the baseball cap.

- We been riding
this son of a bitch

since Des Moines!

- These guys never stop.

Every now and then,
you have to yell for piss call.

Otherwise,
you have to piss off. the air

and hang on, brother.

Hang on.

[laughter]

- ♩ She's the prettiest
little thing ♩

♩ You ever seen ♩

♩ I got a pretty little girl ♩

♩ She's sweet 16 ♩

♩ She's the prettiest
little thing ♩

♩ You ever seen ♩

all: ♩ Oh, I got
a pretty little girl ♩

♩ She's sweet 16 ♩

♩ She's the prettiest
little thing ♩

♩ I ever seen ♩

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

- Thanks a lot, guys.

[indistinct chatter]

[bell clanging]

[baby crying]

I hope you're not paying rent
on this place.

[chuckles]

- Oh, my angel-headed Sal
is here at last.

- Oh, good to see you.

- You too.

I got off work
a half hour ago,

and at that time,

Dean is screwing Marylou
at the hotel.

Then at 1:00 sharp,

he goes from Marylou to Camille,
the new girl.

Of course, neither knows
what's going on,

but he screws her once,

giving me time to arrive
at 1:30.

Then we go out
for our unfinished business

until 6:00 in the morning.

- Unfinished business?

- Dean and I
are trying to communicate

with absolute honesty
and completeness

everything in our minds.

We do it on Benzedrine.

And then at 6:00,
he goes back to Marylou

and spends the rest of the day
running around,

trying to sort out
the necessary papers

for the divorce.

But all Dean wants to do
is go back to San Francisco

and marry Camille.

It's sick.

- And I bet
she's incredibly ugly.

- Like Helen of Troy
with a fucking brain.

- [scoffs]

[laughter]

- What are you doing?

- [whispers] Camille
really hates me right now.

- Why, Sal.

[both chuckling]

Yes, you've arrived.

You finally got on
that old road, didn't you?

- I did.

Hello.
- Look here, Camille.

It's my good buddy, Sal,
from New York.

- Sorry for not getting up, Sal,

but I wasn't expecting company
at this hour.

- No, I'm sorry.

L-I should leave.

- It's Sal's first time
in Denver,

and I think it's
absolutely necessary

for me to take him out

and fix him up
with a girl.

- Right now?

- I should be back no later
than 3:14

for our hour of reverie,
darling.

- Works all day,
runs around all night.

He never eats.
He never sleeps.

- Ain't she something?

- The man
thinks he's Superman.

- Yeah, as I said,
not 3:00, but 3:14.

Now are we straight

in the most wonderful
and deepest depths

of our soul, dear darling?

- [chuckles]

Is he offering me a choice?

- I don't think he's
offering you a choice, no.

- [laughs]

Yes!

Let's go to work, babies.

- So now that you're sleeping
with half of Denver,

are there any girls
left for me?

- Well, now, listen here, Sal.

I know a girl named Rita,

and Rita cannot wait
to meet you.

We'll go there at once.

- I thought we were gonna talk.

- Yes, yes, after.

- You want to know
my true nature at this moment?

I'm one of those people
who goes around,

showing his cock
to juvenile delinquents.

Oh, these Denver doldrums.

- Isn't he the finest,
smartest fellow in the world?

[indistinct conversation]

[man coughing]

- Whatever you want.

Carlo, wait up!

Voila.

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

Darling.

- [chuckles]

Bless me father,
for I will sin.

Hmm.

♩ ♩

- Yum, yum, yum.

- Mm-hmm,
it's nice to have you boys.

[rhythmic percussive music]

- [chuckles]

- What's so funny, my boy?

- [chuckles]

- Check my pulse.

- Round twosie,
here we go.

♩ ♩

it happens.

- My hands.

[chuckles]

- Oh-ho, it does.

[laughter]

♩ ♩

[laughter]

[indistinct conversation]

- The lobster
was filled with guilt.

[indistinct conversation]

- Is that-

- [laughs]

[moaning and grunting]

- [chuckles]

I thought he said
she was my girl.

- Nothing for you or me, Sal.

Everything and everyone

for that faithless bitch!

- [giggles]

Guess who I hear.

Carlo.

- [laughs]

- Come on.

- No.
- Come on.

- No.
- Come on.

- No, no...
- Come on.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no!

Sal!

No, no, Sal!

[grunts]

[laughter]

- [grunts]

- Sal, come on!

[all laughing]

- [laughs]

[kissing and moaning]

- Are you being honest with me
in the bottom of your soul?

- Now, why do you
bring that up again?

- Because it's the one
last thing I need to know.

- [chuckles]

Poor Sal always wants to sleep.

- [chuckles]

- ♩ Oh, the waitin'♩

♩ Anticipatin'♩

- Now I'm finishing up
my degree here in Denver.

- Dean told me
you do, uh, set design?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

That's interesting.

- The one
I enjoyed most designing

was Desire Under the EIms.

It's a great play.

- Yeah.

- Eugene O'Neill.

- Yeah, I know
it's Eugene O'Neill, Carlo.

Thank you.

- There's like a rusty nail

scratching across
my goddamned spinal cord.

- Dean, I've Got the World
on a String.

- Yes, you do.

- ♩ Came out all grins ♩

♩ They said
"Buck up, my boy ♩

♩ "You should shout withjoy ♩

♩ You're the daddy
of a pair ofbouncin' twins"♩

♩ No more waitin'♩

♩ Anticipatin'♩

♩ Rock-a-bye ♩

♩ I'm a daddy now ♩

[jazz music playing]

♩ ♩

- Come on.

Don't tell me you New York
intellectuals don't dance.

- ♩ I've got the world
on a string ♩

♩ Sitting on a rainbow ♩

♩ Got the string... ♩

- ♩ Around my finger ♩

♩ Oh, what a world ♩

♩ What a life ♩

♩ I'm in love ♩

♩ ♩

- ♩ I've got a song... ♩

- You didn't say
you had a nice voice.

- I don't have a nice voice.

- ♩ I can make the rain go ♩

- Yeah, you do.

- Thanks.

- ♩ Anytime I move my finger ♩

- Are you staying in Denver
very long?

- ♩ Lucky me ♩

♩ Can't you see? ♩

- I got the feeling
I won't be staying very long.

- Yeah.

Not enough hours in the day.

- ♩ Life is a beautiful thing ♩

- Right.

Both: ♩ What a world ♩

♩ What a life ♩

♩ I'm in love ♩

[scat music playing]

♩ ♩

- "Assuming for yourself
the sorrow of my body.

"Thus, when you solace me
in my desire,

"I held your body
and lay beside it sleeping,

feeling the pain
of your own inward fire."

- "Weeping myself
to hear your silent weeping."

- Has Dean read this?

- I've gotten so crazy
over Dean

that all his stupid friends
call me "Carlo in Wonderland."

Clever, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

- They don't understand.

This is the first time
actual sex

has been part of my relationship
with a man.

This is how you love.

And I'm not
in fucking Wonderland.

I know it's not a man
he wants.

I've even told him
we can take sexuality out of it.

Just...

Be with me, man.

Hold me.

Just call me.

And he always promises.

"Yes, Carlo.

"Yes, man.

"Mm, I'll call you.

I'll call you."

Who the fuck am I kidding?

I can't even call what I feel
heartache.

It's too banal.

Melancholy
is too languorous.

Grief is closest.

I'm 21.

By the time I'm 23,

I'm going to write
one great poem.

Then it's all over for me.

Sal.

I'm leaving.

I'm going to Africa.

A la Rimbaud non?

I'm gonna jump ship
at Dakar.

I'm gonna smoke opium.

And I'm gonna pick up
dark, mysterious men.

- [chuckles]

- And they will love me.

[glasses clink]

- To Africa.

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

Home in Missoula.

Home in Truckee.

Home in Opelousas.

Ain't no home for me.

Home in old Medora.

Home in Wounded Knee.

Home in Ogallala.

Home I'll never be.

♩ ♩

Uh, excuse me, miss,

but I can't seem to find
an empty seat anywhere.

May I?

- If you wish.

- I'm Sal.

- Terry.

[soft instrumental music]

♩ ♩

[bugs buzzing]

[workers grunting]

♩ ♩

- [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

No tienes hambre?

[people speaking in Spanish]

[crickets chirping]

[whispers]
You want to love me now?

[moaning and breathing heavily]

- Cesar: 120.

Matilde: 110.

Terry: 115.

- Terry.

- Sal: 105.

- Sal.

- Maria: 115.

- You growin' roots?

- Jasmine: 110.

[somber music]

♩ ♩

- The harvest is ending,

and it's getting much colder
in the nights.

I can feel the pull
of my own life

calling me back.

I still have a book to write.

Terry and I bitterly decided
we'd have to leave.

She was supposed to come
to New York in a month

with her brother

but we both knew
she wouldn't make it.

- [whispering]
We screw one more time.

Then you leave.

♩ ♩

- See you in New York, Terry!

♩ ♩

[water rushing]

[wind whistling]

[coughs]

[engine revving]

Wait!

Thanks.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

- [speaking French]

- [speaking French]

[piano glissando]

- ♩ I used to love you ♩

♩ But it's all over ♩

♩ All over ♩

- Ma, on behalf of Nin and I,
I just wanted to say...

[in French]
Your cake is fantastic!

- [laughs]

Thank you!

Hey, hey, hey.

- Listen to this:

"General Douglas MacArthur
bans kissing

on the streets of Tokyo."

Who does that puritanical
old fart think he is?

- Sal!

[horn honking]

- Ho, ho, ho!

Oh, hello, merry, merry!

- Dean, I'll be goddamned!

You're early, man.
- Yeah, well...

- Shit.

Who's in the car?

- Oh, it's Marylou
and my good pal, Ed Dunkel.

[chuckles]

Anyways, we need a place
to clean up immediately, man.

We're dog-tired.

- Sure.

How'd you get here so fast?

- Man, that Hudson goes.

- Yeah?

Where'd you get it?

- Uh, bought it
out of my savings.

I've been working as a brake man
on the Southern Pacific,

making 400 bucks a month.

And guess what.

I'm a father now.

- What?

You and Marylou?

- No, not Marylou.
Camille.

I annulled Marylou
and hitched up with Camille,

and now we have
a sweet little Amy

and a nice little pad
in 'Frisco.

But as God is my witness,

Marylou is the only honey cunt
I'll ever love.

- [laughs]

That makes perfect sense.

[knocks]

- Dunkee!

Dig this, Sal,
crazy cat gets married

and dumps his wife
off in Tucson.

- Come in.

Come in.

- Holy shit.

- We really
appreciate this, man.

There's no heater
in that California car.

- We haven't eaten in 30 hours.

- Or slept in a bed
since Denver?

- Well, we don't have
a penny, one.

- No good times
on the Dean express, huh?

- [laughs]

- Well, there's lots of food
inside for everybody.

- Oh, great, thanks.

- Look at all them books.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How are you, Marylou?

- I'm fine.

But I got to tell you
how nice it is

to see a sane face.

- Well, uh, sane
is a very relative term

around here, kid.

- Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Ma, to repay
your gregarious hospitalities

and all the trimmings
on this fine day

of holiday giving,

I will drive you and Sal
up to old mad New York

so you won't have to pay
for a train.

How about that, ma?

- Okay.

[clattering]

- Sorry.

- [sighs deeply]

You don't know
that feeling, man.

I stole a .38,
and I sat in the car,

gun to my temple
for 14 hours, Sal,

trying to pull the trigger,
and I couldn't do it.

And I'm sweating.

I'm nauseous,
and Camille finds me this way,

and I beg her to do it,

to kill me.

And she couldn't, man.

[sighs deeply]

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I do all these dumb things,

and I think in all these
distorted ways, you know.

I'm burning up.

[sighs deeply]

Scared I'm gonna lose
all the wisdom

I ever learned, Sal.

Now I see a girl,
and I just...

you know,
I just tremble all over,

and I get lost.

Like a couple weeks ago,

I meet this black boy, right,
and he's 25,

and he's staying
with his sugar mama.

And we're digging
some great music,

and we're getting hot.

And then I meet the greatest
gone gal, Suzie, right?

Oh, Suzie.

Now I swear she's a virgin.

So I take her back
to the black boy's place,

and three hours later,
she's getting a little drunk,

and the greatest show
in the world starts, you know?

She does this dance first.

She takes off her panties.

She leaves on her dress,
and she stands on her head,

and she does the splits,
you know?

And she's screaming
the whole time,

"I want your cock," right,
and "I need your cock."

And she goes over
next to the bed.

She spreads
the black boy's knees open,

pulls out
his big, black beauty,

starts chugging on that,
going on that thing,

really going at it.

Spreads the black girl's
knees open,

starts going down
on her big, black hairy muff,

you know, and gets on the bed

and does a whole nother
miraculous splits, you know?

Comes over to me,
swallows me up,

grabs the black boy's ears,
pulls him down on her.

Black girl grabs me,

and it's a goddamn
four-way orgy, Sal.

It goes on
for four fucking hours.

[laughing]

- [laughing]
God.

- Yeah.

[sighs]

Yeah.

[wind whistling]

- Coming up next

Mike Sullivan
covers the weather for your...

[mechanical whirring]

- Getting to some low...

- Stop.

[clanking]

[mechanical whirring]

- [speaking French]

Huh?

- [in French]
As President Truman said

"We have to cut down
on the cost of living."

[upbeat jazzy music]

♩ ♩

- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Man, oh, man,

we must absolutely
find some time for kicks

in New York!

Carlo's back from Africa.

We all get to see Carlo

first thing in the morning,
darlings!

♩ ♩

- Lady, you shouldn't
let your son

drive that fast
in these conditions, hmm?

You're in my state.

You slow down.

- [clears throat]

I'll pay you back
every cent, ma.

- Oh, you're fucked now, Dean.

- [laughs]

- But all I'm saying
in the sincerities of my soul

is that I miss you,
darling,

and I'll be right back
in those arms.

- Look I got your postcard
from Denver.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I know Denver means Marylou.

- Marylou who?

- [sighs]

- Come on, sweet cakes.

You know there are certainties
our minds can grasp.

- Oh, shut up.

I never want you back.

Don't you dare
come back here ever.

[line clicks]

[jazzy bass music]

♩ ♩

- This is the new
and complete Dean,

grown to his own definition
of maturity.

I say to myself,
"My God he's changed. "

Fury spits out of his eyes

when he tells of things
he hates.

Great glows of joy replace this
when suddenly he gets happy.

Every muscle
lives to twitch and go.

- Sal!

♩ ♩

- Yeah?

- Phone for you.

- Thanks.

Hello?

- Sal Paradise?

Bull calling you
from New Orleans.

- Bull Lee,
how the hell are you?

- Well we have ourselves
a situation

that needs
immediate rectifying.

I've got a girl down here
just showed up on my doorstep.

This Galatea Dunkel's

looking for some clown
named Ed Dunkel.

And I don't know
who the hell these people are.

- Galatea and Ed are friends
of Dean's from Denver.

- Ah, shit, Dean?

[sighs heavily]

Well, she wants to talk to you.

Make it fast, would you?

The telephone cartels
don't do this for free.

- Hello, it's Galatea.

Is Ed there?

- Uh, Ed's fine,
but he's sleeping.

- Well would you
please tell him

to come and get me?

Mr. Lee and his wife
don't seem all that happy

to have me around.

And I should kill Ed
for what he did to me,

dumping me here like this.

And he's simply got to come
and get me as soon as he can.

[whispering]
'Cause God help me,

these people are mad.

They're mad.

- Well, we'll be there
right after New Year's.

- [sighs]

Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

[upbeat jazzy music]

- ♩ Dynamite ♩

[scat singing]

♩ ♩

♩ Hot ginger
Hot ginger ♩

♩ Dynamite ♩

♩ Dynamo,
dynamite, oh, dynamite ♩

[scat singing]

♩ ♩

- I'm telling you,
she's cross-eyed.

She's not looking at you.
It's me!

[both laughing]

- I was 20 days at sea
in the doldrums,

when I decided
to kill myself.

And then I realized
that, shit,

I haven't written
a fucking suicide note.

I'm going over,
you know-

searching my mind
for the right words,

and then I saw
all of the crew

coming out onto the deck.

And I couldn't jump anymore.
- Right.

- But in that moment,

I resolved to follow my heart
and to live...

- Yeah.

- To experience the wisdom
of life...

- Yes.

- Mad with ecstasy
and vengeance and truth.

I'm glad I did,

because otherwise,
I would have missed out

on this amazing pot.

- [laughs]

- So on that-
on that note,

everybody move their feet
like you feel something,

like you're alive!

- Like we're alive.

- And on that, I want us
to raise our glasses

to being alive...

- Yeah.

- To living and to life!

All: To life!

[cheering
and glass clinking]

[frenetic jazzy music]

All: ♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

[cheers and applause]

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Salt peanuts,
salt peanuts ♩

♩ ♩

[crowd whistles and claps]

♩ ♩

[crowd roaring]

♩ ♩

[crowd shouts]

- [panting]

- Whoo-hoo!

[cheering]

♩ ♩

all: Seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

[all cheering]

- 1949!

- Sal, Happy New Year!

- Love you as ever, Sal.

- Forever, man.

- Love you.
- Love you.

- Cheers!

[all cheering]

Whoo!

Hell of a night.

[shouting and cheering]

- Thanks.

- Sal, I have something
to ask of you, very important.

- Mm-hmm?

- And I wonder
how you'll take it.

We're buddies, aren't we?

- [chuckles]

Yeah?

[door creaks]

- Sal said yes, my darling.

- Sal, that's great.

Well, hop in.
The water's fine.

What?

- [laughs]

Fuck, I can't do this.

- Come on, man,
you promised.

- Do you really
want to do this, Marylou?

- [scoffs]

- She thinks it's swell.

- [laughs]

- [laughs]
What?

- Now, come on, now.

We just have to all
goddamn relax.

- [sighs]

Dean, can you go wait
in the kitchen?

Like, now, please?

- Honey, he just wants
to see what it would be like.

I told him
that I wouldn't do that

with any guy but you.

Well, you can still
change your mind.

[thudding and groaning]

- Very nice.

[Marylou groaning]

[moaning]

[groans]

- Write that down.

- I got it.

[dramatic percussive music]

♩ ♩

We were leaving confusion
and nonsense behind

performing our one
noble function of the time:

move.

New Orleans and old Bull Lee,
then West.

It'd take all night
to talk about old Bull Lee.

Let's just say now
he was a teacher

and he had every right to teach

because he
spent all his time learning.

♩ ♩

- ♩ Such things dear ♩

♩ That I long for are few ♩

♩ Just give me a sailboat ♩

- Now listen, darling.

- ♩ And you ♩

- You know that I'm capable
of everything at the same time,

and I have unlimited energy.

So now, when we get back
to San Francisco,

we must absolutely go on
living together.

I know just the place
for you to live.

I'll be home every night

and be at Camille's
by the morning.

We've done it before.

See, she'll never know.

♩ ♩

- Communism
subjects the individual

to arrest
without lawful cause.

It decrees what information
he shall receive,

what art he shall produce.

[siren wailing]

On the conviction
that man has the moral-

- Ed, slow down.

- Underpants.

[siren wailing]

[knocking]

- Do you guys think
you can rush through here

as fast as you want
'cause you're from California?

- Don't worry, officer.

We're heading back
to California.

- I need everybody
to step out of that car, please.

How old are you, young lady?

- I'm 18.

- Who's that guy you're with?

- My husband.

I've got the certificate
right in the back

if you want to see it.

- Who are you all
in such a hurry

to see out there
in California?

- My wife.

- Your wife?

This one here
just said she's your wife.

- She's my ex-wife.

- What the hell
you doin' with your ex-wife

if you going out
to see your wife?

- That's not important-
- Hey, boy!

You gonna waltz in here
and tell me what's important?

That's gonna be $25
for speeding.

- Or what?

- Or I can run you in right now

and slap a special California
boy charge on your ass.

- Yeah, what charge?

- Don't you worry about it,
wise guy.

[laughs]

- That guy's got it
so goddamn easy.

They'll out and shoot you
if you complain too.

God, I wish I had a fuckin' gun.

Dunkel,
you are not driving anymore.

And, Marylou, spread those knees
and let's smoke some weed.

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

- That was my father's.

It works.

♩ ♩

Thanks a lot.

♩ ♩

- Hello.
I don't know.

When it comes to buying a gift
or it comes to buy a present

I never have to wonder.

I never have to ponder.

If it's a wedding present

if it's an engagement present
if it's a shower

if it's a husband who wants
to buy a wife something,

I know exactly what to say.

I go to...

- Like President Truman says...

both: We have to cut down
on the cost of living.

- Yes, yes, we do.

[folksy music]

- ♩ I was over in Aberdeen ♩

♩ On my way
to New Orleans ♩

♩ I was over in Aberdeen ♩

♩ On my way
to New Orleans ♩

♩ Them Aberdeen women... ♩

- I'm telling you,
it's true, Sal.

I started at nine with a girl
named Millie Mayfair.

That's when my old man
was barbering a bit, still.

Oh honey, Marylou,
if only I'd known you then,

how sweet you must have been
at nine.

Hey, here's another one
for you, Sal.

One time,
I jumped a freight

from New Mexico
clear to L.A.

And I was 11.

I lost my father
along the side,

and we were staying
in a hobo jungle,

and I hadn't seen him
for months.

So by the time I get to L.A.,
I'm so starved for milk

that I get a job
right in the dairy

and straight off,
drink two quarts of heavy cream

and just puke.

[both laughing]

- Poor, tragic Dean.

[clicking and zipping]

[twangy music]

- ♩ I got a letter
this morning ♩

♩ How do you
reckon it read? ♩

♩ Said, "Hurry, hurry ♩

♩ The gal you love
is dead" ♩

♩ I got a letter
this morning ♩

♩ I say,
how you reckon it read? ♩

♩ ♩

♩ Oh, it said,
"Hurry, hurry ♩

♩ 'Cause the gal you love
is dead" ♩

♩ ♩

♩ You know,
I packed up my suitcase ♩

♩ Took off down the road ♩

♩ Oh, when I got there ♩

♩ She was laying
on the cooling board ♩

♩ I grabbed up my suitcase ♩

♩ And I said,
I took off down the road ♩

♩ ♩

[birds trilling
and insects buzzing]

[knocks on door]

- Bull?

Jane?

Hello?

[gentle music playing]

♩ ♩

[whispers]
Bull?

♩ ♩

Bull?

♩ ♩

Bull?

♩ ♩

- That sounds like the angel,
Sal Paradise.

- How are you?

- Fair.

- Hi, Jane.

We finally brought Ed Dunkel
with us.

Is Galatea home?

- Excuse me.

Lizards.

- Ed?

- Hi, Galatea.

- Get out of my sight!

You're an animal!

- Well, I guess I'll go help
the missus sweep the tree.

- Ass!

You're Sal, right?

- Depends.

- Do you know
what these bastards did to me?

Dean leaves his wife
and baby penniless

because he wants to visit you.

And Ed, being a sheep,
wants to tag along.

Only they have no money.

So Ed asks me for the money,

and I say, "I'm not giving you
any unless we're married."

And Dean says, "Hey, Ed,
stupid-ass, marry the broad."

- No, I do love you too-
- Shut up!

So he marries me for gas fare.

And we get in the car,
and Dean drives like Satan,

smoking marijuana the whole way,

and they won't even let me stop
to use the ladies' room.

And when I
say something about it,

they dump me in Tucson!

In Tucson!

- Come on, Galatea, I mean,
Dean'll be dead someday,

and then what
can you say to him?

- The sooner he's dead,
the better.

- [clears throat]

Where are you going?

- Can't I watch you guys screw?

- Honey, I'm sorry, okay?

A couple of weeks,
I just thought-

- You just thought what,
you would just leave me here

and then-

[eerie music]

♩ ♩

- Hmm.

- "Old woman, old woman,
old woman, quoth I.

"Oh whither, oh whither,
oh whither, so high.

"To brush the cobwebs
off the sky.

Shall I go with thee?"

- I would go with her.

- We could go together.

- What the hell
has he ever done for anyone?

- Well, he drove my mother
halfway across the country.

- Did he?

- Yeah.

- Ah.

Dean does not feel
responsibility towards others.

He does not know the concept.

Then again, he feels others

have some mysterious obligation
to support him.

- No, I'm okay, Bull.

- I find it
unspeakably distasteful.

- But Dean gives everyone
a damn good time

just being himself.

- He gives illusions,
tricks.

[gunshot and bottle shatters]

- Maybe that's 'cause
you're not seeing

what's really holy about Dean.

- [laughs]
So he's a holy man now,

a religious figure in your eyes?

Oh, Paradise.

- Aren't you
a pretty little bird?

- What I see in him
is compulsive psychosis,

dashed with a jigger

of psychopathic irresponsibility
and violence.

[gunshot and bottle shatters]

Well, young man,

I do believe the cocktail hour
is upon us.

[stirring orchestral music]

♩ ♩

You know that a bat,
when they suck the blood

out of things
like squirrels and-

- Dad, draw a face.

- Dad, draw a face.

You know, they got teeth,
long teeth.

That's what they
stick in the squirrels,

and then they suck the blood
out of them.

- What's their names?

- Lorraine is a good name
for a bat.

- That's Lorraine.

- Yeah, get some wings
on it like that.

Ain't that right,
you little beast?

- Here the toes.

♩ ♩

- In English,
you got him saying,

"Fingers rummaging person
in his pockets."

Celine did not write that.

He wrote, "Hands in assholes
and pockets."

[grunts]

- Well, um, if you can push it
away from here-

the crumbs.

- So how has it been
with Ed?

- [sighs]

I don't know how to do it,

how to make him happy.

- Oh, it's simple,
really, honey.

All you have to do is...

- [laughs]

- Okay, here's you.

Here's him.

Right here,
palm of your hand.

I mean, with mouth, but he'll be
in the palm of your hand.

The boys love that.

- You'll love it too.

I promise.

[all laughing]

- Now, something
can and should be done

to eliminate the black seed
of noxious effluviants

gestating
in our unsuspecting gut.

I give you
the orgone accumulator!

Captures the vibratory
atmospheric atoms

of the life principle.

Folks get cancer
'cause they run out of orgone.

Come on!

You got to try it with me.

Put some juice in your bones.

I'm telling you.

I always rush up
and take off 90 miles

to the nearest whorehouse.

[chortles]

All right, oh, hey,
look at that.

See how big he got?

See that?

Not an inch of cancer.

Let's crank her up.

[echoing voice] Don't let
the cocksuckers get you down!

- Looks like a fucking closet.

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

- The purity of the road

the white line in the middle
of the highway unrolled

and hugged our left front tire
as if glued to our groove.

- Dunkel, Dunkel,
who's gonna shepherd you now?

- Here are a couple bucks
for you.

- Oh, you don't
have to do that, Bull.

- It's all right.
It's only money.

- Thanks.

- Don't forget to write.

- I won't.

Bye, Dodie.

- Dean, you keep her
out of the ditch.

[car engine turns over]

[engine revving]

- And zoom went the car

and we were off.again
for California.

[upbeat percussive music]

♩ ♩

- Hey, listen to this one, Sal.

"Not caring for their lives,
is it?

"Why, what in the world
is there that we should care for

"if it's not our lives,

the only gift the Lord
never offers us a second time?"

♩ ♩

What do you think
about that one, Sal?

- Welcome.

I'll be right with you.

- Thanks.

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

[zipping]

- [whispering] Can't you wait
till we're in 'Frisco?

- I don't care.

Dean's gonna leave me anyway.

- When are you
gonna go back to Denver?

- I don't know.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

I could go back to my fiancé.

- Fiancé?

- He's a sailor.

He's been away a while.

He's nice.

- That's good.

- I wish Dean
wasn't so crazy now.

- You could be wishing that
the rest of your life.

- [sighs]

I just want a house, a baby,

you know, something normal.

I really do want that.

[ethereal music]

♩ ♩

- I just had a great idea.

You guys are gonna love it.

[all moaning and panting]

[tires squealing]

Oh, Marylou.

- [giggles]

- [moans]

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

[crickets chirping]

- How much money you got, kid?

- Well, nothing.

But I got an aunt,
an aunt in Tulare, California.

She owns a grocery store.

As soon as we get there,
I'll have money for y'all.

- Yes, yes,
we all got aunts.

Well, let's go,
jump in back.

Let's see the aunts
and the uncles

and the grocery stores
all the way across the road

to get our kicks.

- What's up, man?
- Sal.

- Hey, Marylou.

- Hi, Alfred.

- Hot damn.

I left Bakersfield
in a travel bureau car,

left my guitar
in the trunk of another.

It never showed up.

Guitars and cowboy duds.

- How much you got?

- How much you want?

- Hold on to your girdles!

[engine revving]

- [squealing]

[horns honking]

[truck horn blaring]

Yes, yes, yes!

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

- ♩ Have my finger
on the trigger ♩

♩ So long ♩

♩ Seems like I'd
shoot again by now ♩

♩ So hard ♩

♩ When you can't stand
the sound ♩

♩ I gathered your remains ♩

♩ Cleaned up the stains ♩

♩ I took care ♩

♩ For we once
were friends ♩

♩ But it's hard ♩

♩ When you're burnin'
in a-hell ♩

♩ And it's hard enough
to be in love ♩

♩ And it's hard ♩

♩ Ain't it hard ♩

♩ To love what you kill? ♩

[bell dinging]

- [whispers]
All right.

- Go, hurry.

Really, you better make it
to Camille's

in time for dinner
so she can feed your lazy ass.

[engine turns over]

[tires screeching]

Do you see what a bastard
he is?

- By the end of the week,
darling.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

[footsteps tapping]

- I'll have someone come
downstairs to reception...

[both breathing heavily]

[grunting and gasping]

- [moaning]

Don't, don't, don't stop.

Don't stop.
Don't stop.

[gasping]

[train rumbling]

- Get out of the street!
I'm driving!

- "Darling Sal
I'm going back to to Denver

"to my fiancé, the sailor.

"No more road for me.

"Thanks for an amazing night
my sweet lover.

"Why don't you kick Dean
in the ass

"if you ever see him again?

I love you. "

[jazzy percussive music]

♩ ♩

[horns blaring]

[indistinct conversation]

- [panting]

- Yoshi.

Burnabel.

Rodriguez.

Luigi.

[ominous percussive music]

♩ ♩

[knocks on door]

- Sal?

Shit, no.

Oh.

[laughs]

- How the hell are you, man?

- Oh, better than you,
my boy.

Have you eaten
these last few months?

- [chuckles]
Not as much as you, fat ass.

Family man, huh?

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

How's Camille?

- She's good.

She's just resting.

- Where's the Hudson?

- Eh.

Man, it's so beat,

I had to leave it
on Market Street

for the vultures.

- Oh, shit.

And Marylou?

- That dumb little box
married one of her sailors.

- [laughs]

- And he's
threatened to kill me

if he finds me,

so I'm gonna have to defend
myself and kill him

and go to San Quentin
for life.

That'll be the end of me.

- Oh, come on.

[chuckles]

- How's your ma?

- Still waiting
for that 15 bucks you owe her.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, one day.

[sighs]

And guess what.

I'm gonna be a father again.

- Really?
- Yeah.

The sweet little Amy,

she can stand alone
for 30 seconds.

She's 22 pounds
and 29 inches long,

and I found out
that she's 31 1/4% English,

27 1/2% German,

27% lrish,
8 3/4% Dutch,

7% Scotch,
and 100% wonderful.

Yes.

[baby crying]

[guys laughing]

- [speaking indistinctly]

[baby coughing
and wailing]

- Shh, shh, shh.

[baby crying]

- Ah, heebie-jeebies.

We got to find ourselves
some kicks.

[door rattles]

[sighs]

Sal's here.

- I heard.

- He wants to take me out
to hear some music.

You wish to come?

- Who's gonna stay here
and take care of Amy?

- All right, then,
I'll just go.

[sniffs and clears throat]

- Dean.

Don't make yourself feel better
by asking me along.

- I'll be back in a little bit.

Sal.

By Marylou's cunt,
it can't be!

- What?

- That's $1.10 a ticket
and a dime each for the jackets.

- Can I hear a "vouchii"?

All: Vouchii!

- Can I hear
a "sharooni mo, mo, mo, mo, mo"?

All: Sharooni mo, mo,
mo, mo, mo!

- You left out one "mo."

Let me hear
that last "mo"-mo!

All: "Mo!"

[jazzy music playing]

- No way.

- ♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

[singing nonsense language]

All: ♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

- Oh, vootimoo.

[singing nonsense language]

All: ♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

- [singing nonsense language]

♩ Yip roc!

♩ Heresy ♩

[singing nonsense language]

♩ ♩

- Play it, Slim!
- Look at that!

Slim knows time, Sal!

He knows time!

♩ ♩

[cheering]

♩ ♩

- [singing nonsense language]

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

[singing nonsense language]

♩ Yip roc ♩

♩ Heresy ♩

[lips blowing]

[cheers and applause]

Ah, thank you.

But most important...

My "sharooni mo" loves ya!

[applause]

But goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

You are the bee's knees.

Want to take you home
and wake up with fleas.

[laughter]

Please, say hello
to my future ex-wife.

[laughter and applause]

[upbeat jazzy music]

♩ Yip roc, ajayre, ajay ♩

[laughter]

- Hey, Camille.

Congratulations on the baby.

If you-
- Sal, excuse me.

Dean,
I need to talk to you.

- [sighs]

- I want you to get out.

Just go, just get out.
- Now, honey-

- No, you said you
were gonna take care of us

and you were done
fooling around.

I know that look
on your face, Dean.

You're bored.

You're sick of me,

and you're sick of work
and the baby-

- Hey, I want to-

- I just want you
to take your friend

and get out of my house.

[baby crying]

Do you realize how much
I've given up for you?

[crying]

I never want you back!

I never want to see you again!

[baby crying]

- I'll see you very soon,
I promise.

- Don't you dare
lie to her too.

You're a liar.

You're a liar.

Liar.

Liar!

[crying]

[door creaks and clicks]

- I realized
as we racked our brains

for where to go
and what to do,

that it was up to me.

[glass clinks]

I counted my money
showed it to Dean,

and said
"Come to New York with me. "

"Let's go to Denver first "
he said.

"This time, we must absolutely
find my father Sal. "

[indistinct conversation]

- Your signature here.

- We're taking
the semi-pristine Chrysler

to Kansas.

Along with yourselves,

there's a nice
young married couple.

We share the gas expenses
equally among the five of us.

Are we all copacetic
on that score, gentlemen?

- Yeah.

- ♩ Yes, I'm mean and evil ♩

♩ But you know... ♩

- ♩ Stand out
in buttons and bows ♩

♩ ♩

♩ I'll love you
in buckskin ♩

♩ Or skirts
that I've homespun ♩

♩ But I'll love you
longer stronger ♩

♩ Where your friends
don't tote a gun ♩

♩ My bones denounce
the buckboard bounce ♩

♩ And the cactus
hurts my toes ♩

♩ Let's vamoose ♩

♩ Where gals keep using
those silks and satins ♩

♩ And linen that shows ♩

♩ And I'm all yours
in buttons and bows ♩

[knock on door]

- Hola.

- I'm very glad
you have accepted my invitation

to a few drinks
after that perilous journey.

- Oh, no prob, amigo.

- Thank you.

[glass clinks]

- Oh, whiskey.

- [sighs]

I like young men like you.

You probably don't believe it,

but, um, truth is,

I really don't like girls.

- Just gonna go
to the bathroom.

Excuse me.

- Mm-hmm.

Tell you the straight deal.

I sometimes had to survive
the streets of Denver

by working
far into the night.

- Yes, I can appreciate-

- "Never leave a customer
unsatisfied."

I had that tattooed on my ass.

- Perhaps there'll be
some money involved.

- Oh, yeah?

[glass clinks]

[heavy breathing]

[grunts]

- Ugh, Jesus.

- You see?

Give 'em what they
secretly want,

and they just panic.

- And here you go,
club, extra mayo.

- Thank you.

- Enjoy.

- Look, I did it for us, man.

I got 20 bucks
off the old fag.

[somber music]

♩ ♩

My old man,
a little guy, Moriarty,

known in these parts
as "the Barber."

- Moriarty?

No, never heard of him.

- Sorry, son,
I ain't seen your old man

in I don't know
how many years.

♩ ♩

- Yeah, not around here,
not for a while.

- Yeah.

- Here's what's gonna happen.

Right when you think you're
never gonna see him again,

someone's gonna come
and tap you on the shoulder,

looking for a dime
or a pint,

and you're gonna turn around
and be face-to-face with him.

- Yeah, that would be
real nice, brother.

♩ ♩

[jazzy percussion]

♩ ♩

- How long
have we known each other?

- Five years?

- Five pretty good years.

- Who are we now?

- Who are we, yeah?

- Who are we now?

- Ah, a simple question.

- Are you gonna tell us, Carlo?

- I know I'm 23.

- Mm-hmm.

- I know that I rely
on my friends and my family

for money.

- [chuckles]

Join that club, please.

I know I will.

- I know there's no gold
at the end of the rainbow.

There's just shit and piss,

but to know that,
that makes me free.

♩ ♩

- The fight
to expose Communists

and the dukes and the kooks
of the Kremlin

who have been
and still are...

♩ ♩

- With custom,
with moral code,

and with law

the town or city
in which you live

has laws which control you.

There are state laws,

and the federal government
in your name...

♩ ♩

- Mexico, huh?

Damn, Sal, that's big.

- Well, you know,
I've been thinking.

I never been south.

- Shit, Sal.

We haven't talked straight
in a long time.

- Yeah, I know.

- Yeah?

Well, you see, man?

The older you get,

those troubles
just keep piling up.

Look at this.

- [chuckles]

- That's Joanie.

Look at that smile too.

Ain't she
gonna break some hearts?

- Yeah.

She's beautiful.

- Did I tell you
Marylou's pregnant?

- Well, if it speaks
French Canadian,

it's a complete coincidence.

[both laughing]

[horn honks]

I'll leave you to it.

- Thanks for the visit.

- I'll write you.

- Yeah, I know you will.

- Take care, buddy.

- Go get 'em.

Hey, Sal.

Now you know
I habla Ia Español don't you?

[upbeat acoustic guitar music]

♩ ♩

- The road
ran straight as an arrow

like driving across the world
and into the places

where we'd
finally learn ourselves

among the essential strain

of basic, primitive,
wailing humanity

that stretches in a belt

around the equatorial
belly of the world.

♩ ♩

- [speaking Spanish]

- Gracias.

- Sir, sir?

Do you like it?
60 pesos.

[speaking Spanish]

- No, gracias.

- [speaking Spanish]
- Hey, kid.

You got any "mari-ju-ana"?

- Marijuana?

- Si.
- Si si si si.

Si.

[speaking Spanish]

Those are my brothers,
my sister,

and my grandmother too.

- Oh, shit.

[chickens clucking]

- [speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

- Huh.

Your ma
could learn a few lessons

from this kid's grandma.

A man of word.

Victor,

this is the biggest bomber
of tea

I have ever smoked.

[lighter clicks]

What's his name?

- Thomas.

- Thomas?
- Thomas.

[laughter]

- Thomas?

[laughter]

"El Paraiso. "

- [speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [in Spanish]
Welcome to Paradise!

- Hola.
- Hola.

Welcome to Paradise.

Do you like girls?

[speaking Spanish]

[wild mambo music]

♩ ♩

- ♩ Ah, yah, ah ♩

♩ Yah, ah ♩

♩ Yeah ♩

- Dean was so stoned

he didn't know
what to start with,

girls or mambo.

♩ ♩

The drums were mad.

The mambo beat
is the conga beat from Congo.

[woman moaning and gasping]

More mambojambo.

Chattanooga de mambo.

Mambo numero ocho.

♩ ♩

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

- Mucho, mucho love.

[all chattering indistinctly]

Victor, you're one cool cat,
and we owe you.

Are you ready for more?

'Cause Mexico City
is that holy place for more.

- [laughs]

- You're the best.
- Gracias, thank you.

♩ ♩

[horn honks]

- Look at this traffic, Sal.

Everybody just goes!

[horns honking]

Dig those faces, Sal.

I want to be one of them!

[indistinct chatter]

- Now we got to eat this.

[indistinct conversation]

- Gracias.

- What's up, man?

- [speaking Spanish]

- Up here in the city,
see, how much?

We got so much, we're rich.

[growling and gasping]

[growls]

[children laughing]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [clucking]

- It looks just like us.

See, they're brothers.

[both laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

- What is it?

- [speaking indistinctly]

[heavy breathing]

- All the friends,
all the amigos...

[heavy breathing continues]

[somber music]

♩ ♩

[groaning]

- [in French]
"Traveling is very useful. "

- Prends soin de ta mère.

- [in French] "The rest is just
disappointment and tiredness. "

- To the good, old, dead,

demented men we love.

- To the west...
to the west.

- To the west.

"You got no calluses, Sal."

[coughing]

- [in French] "This voyage
of ours is an imaginary one. "

[baby crying]

- C'est oublié.

I'll never be able
to kill myself.

- And I am
at your immediate disposal...

immediate disposal...

- Because you've
crushed all the poetry

you had in you.

Take a close look at yourself

and the degree of rottenness
you've come to.

- You can't deny
the blood guilt.

You're white.

White.

White!

[faint breathing]

- Poor Sal got sick.

Poor Sal got sick.

Dysentery, man.

Now, listen, if you can hear
in your sickness, my boy.

I got my divorce
with Camille down here,

and I got to get back
if the car can hold up.

- All that again?

- All that again, good buddy.

I got to get back to my life.

Wish I didn't have to go.

[sighs]

Yes, yes, yes.

I got to go now,
old fever Sal.

Good-bye.

[knock on door]

[door rattles]

- Mm, pour toi.

- Merci.

- "I would rather go mad

"go on down the track to Mexico,

"heroin dripping in my veins,

"eyes and ears
full of marijuana,

"eating the god Peyote

"on the floor of a mud hut
on the border...

"rather jar my body
down the road

"crying by a diner
in the western sun;

"Rather crawl on my naked belly
over tin cans in Cincinnati;

"rather drag
a rotten rail road tie

"to a Golgotha
in the Rockies;

"rather crowned with thorns
in Galveston,

"nailed hand and foot
in Los Angeles,

"raised up to die in Denver

"pierced in the side
in Chicago,

"perished and tombed
in New Orleans,

and resurrected somewhere
on Garret Mountain. "

[jazzy music]

♩ ♩

- Hey.

- Sal?

Is that you, man?

- Hang on a minute.

What are you
doing in New York, man?

- [breathes raggedly]

Dear Sal.

I came on the rail road pass,
old, hard bench coaches,

crossing rail roads,

long, long awful trip,
five days and nights,

just to see you, Sal.

- Are you all right?

How's Camille?

How are the babies?

- [sighs]

- "Dear Dean.

"It's the end of the first half
of the century.

"Welcome with love and kisses

to spend the other half
with us."

"We all wait for you.

Camille, Amy,
and little Joanie."

That's great.

- Yeah.

We still haven't talked
of Mexico and us leaving

and the fever of last year,
but we don't-

- Hey, Sal,
we got to go, man!

- We don't have to talk
about that right now.

- No.

- Hey, uh, hey, Sal.

For Christ's sake,

Duke Ellington
ain't gonna wait.

- Yeah, just give me
a minute, Remi.

They're all waiting.

- Do you think, uh,
you can give me a ride

to East 14th?

I want to spend as much time

with my boy as possible,
you know?

- [sighs]

Man, I-I wish
I didn't have tickets

to this concert.

- Yeah.

[sighs]

- Bye, Dean.

- Hey, Sal.

Love you as ever.

[jazzy music]

[indistinct conversation]

- ♩ Oh, I... ♩

- Dean, I'll be goddamned.

You're early.
- Yeah, well...

I was in reform school
all the time.

I was like a young punk
asserting myself

- Flowers...

In the bed bed in the room,
room in the house,

house in the yard
yard in...

- She takes off.her panties.
She leaves on her dress.

And she stands on her head
and she does the splits.

"I need your cock. "

- The only people that
interest me are the mad ones,

mad to live,
mad to talk...

- [speaking indistinctly]

- Then go flying off.
to the West Coast

and come crashing down
to Earth.

- "And the sound of the wild
tin man's blowing the horn

across the way from me."

Yeah.

- Bless me father
for I will sin.

- Man, I just love women.

- I just want a house.
- Ah, shit Dean.

- Baby.

- Sal I've come to ask you
to teach me how to write

before I take off.

- ♩ And it's hard ♩

♩ Ain't it hard ♩

♩ To love what... ♩

- That Hudson goes.

Hey Sal.

I love you as ever.

[somber music]

♩ ♩

[typewriter clacking]

- So in America,

when the sun goes down

and I sit in the old
broken-down river pier

watching the long, long skies
of New Jersey

and sense all that raw land

that rolls in one
unbelievable huge bulge

over the West Coast

and all of that road going

and all the people dreaming
and the immensity of it

and in Iowa,
I know by now

the evening star
must be drooping

and shedding her sparkler dims
on the prairie,

which is just before the coming
of complete night

that blesses the Earth,
darkens all rivers,

cups the peaks,
and folds the final shore in,

and nobody nobody knows
what's gonna happen to anybody

besides the forlorn rags
of growing old

I think of Dean Moriarty.

I even think
of Old Dean Moriarty

the father we never found.

I think of Dean Moriarty.

I think of Dean Moriarty.

- Can you hear me now?

But anyway

tonight also, I wrote a song
called "On the Road. "

I'm just reading what I wrote
all night.

There are better things coming
than what I wrote all night

coming straight from the mind
to the voice,

with no hand intervening.

♩ Left New York 1949 ♩

♩ To go across the country
without a dad-blame dime ♩

♩ Montana
in the cold cold fall ♩

♩ Found my father
in a gambling hall ♩

♩ Father father
where have you been? ♩

♩ I've been out in the world
since I was only 10 ♩

♩ "Dear son," he said
"Don't worry about me"♩

♩ "I'm about to die
of pleurisy"♩

♩ ♩

♩ Cross the Mississippi ♩

♩ Cross the Tennessee ♩

♩ Cross the Niobrara ♩

♩ Home I'll never be ♩

♩ Home in old Medora ♩

♩ Home in Truckee ♩

♩ Apalachicola ♩

♩ Home I'll never be ♩

♩ Better or for worse ♩

♩ Thick and thin ♩

♩ Like being married
to the little woman ♩

♩ God loved me
just like I loved him ♩

♩ I want you to do the same
just for him ♩

♩ The worms eat away ♩

♩ But don't worry
watch the wind ♩

♩ The worms eat away ♩

♩ But don't worry
watch the wind ♩

♩ So I left Montana
on an old freight train ♩

♩ The night my father died
in the cold cold rain ♩

♩ Rode to Opelousas ♩

♩ Rode to Wounded Knee ♩

♩ Rode to Ogallala ♩

♩ Home I'll never be ♩

♩ Home I'll never be ♩

♩ ♩

[deep breath in and out]