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1969 Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 95 min
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- Who is he? I forgot.
- He was a writer.
Yeah. Right, I remember. God, I read
everything that sucker ever wrote.
Yeah? So?
- Who else, man?
- Well...
The Kennedy brothers,
even though they're dead.
Definitely leaves,
especially Bobby.
And, uh...
probably Eugene McCarthy.
Uh...
Carlos Castaneda. Eldridge Cleaver.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And what about the Beaver?
And what about Wally? Or no.
He's kinda like a root, I guess, right?
Probably a carrot.
basically... dogshit. Am I right?
- Yeah. You're feeling better, huh?
- Yeah. I think so.
You want to go... want to go
play around in the sand dunes?
- No, thanks.
- Aw, come on, Ralph. What do you say?
- You sure you're all right?
- I'm groovy. Will you leave me alone?
You sure?
I OD'd one time. I flunked out of college.
That doesn't make me retarded.
I don't need a baby-sitter.
You go play in the sand dunes.
OK. Sorry. OK.
See you later.
( "Tuesday Afternoon"
by the Moody Blues)
I'm looking at myself
reflections of my mind
It's Just the kind of day
So gently swaying
through the fairyland of love
If you'll Just come with me
and see the beauty of
Tuesday
Afternoon
Tuesday
Afternoon
Does my nudity
make you uncomfortable?
No. No. Me, actually,
I'm a little nervous about getting sunburnt.
Ralph loves to take his clothes off
in public, though.
I do?
- That's right. You weren't there.
- Yeah, I was tripping.
Would you like to trip now?
No, thanks, no. I'm trying to cut down.
(Scott) We're gonna
change the world.
- (Ralph) You and me?
- No, all of us.
People'll look back on 1969 and say
that's the year everything changed.
Got rid of all that sh*t.
Prejudice, fighting,
poverty, disease.
They'll say it was a year
of miracles.
Scott Denny got laid.
Maybe.
- I got drafted and died in Vietnam.
- What's the matter with you?
- Why are you such a bummer?
- I did drugs, so... I'm brain-damaged.
Better undamage yourself.
This is our summer, man.
It's the last summer of innocence.
It's the summer of the leaves.
Wind'll take us wherever we want.
So, where do you want to go, Ralph?
Maybe we should go home.
You know? My mother worries about me.
You are so weird.
It's not just that.
Maybe we should get jobs.
Jobs? We're leaves, Ralph.
Leaves don't need money.
We have naked people
giving us free food.
Maybe I'm not a leaf, OK?
Maybe I'm a rabbit or something.
Anyway, I thought that I might go home.
You don't have to take me. I'll hitchhike.
by Joni Mitchell)
I've looked at clouds
from both sides now
From up and down and
still somehow
Who?
The draft board.
Ralph, they're not gonna
find you here.
Ralph.
I'm not gonna ever let them draft you, OK?
You don't have to worry about that.
(Ralph) Hey, guys.
Just kidding.
All right! Home, sweet home,
motherf***er. Hi, Marsha.
- Hi, Ralph.
- (Scott) Hey, Marsha.
( "Dreaming In The Night"
by Bobby Catania)
There's a girl
I like a lot
And when I look at her
I go, ain't this hot?
And when I look into
the night
I see her in the sky
Dreaming in the night
Hi. I'm back.
Dreaming in the sky
Dreaming in the night
(Ralph) Scottie!
I know she's
a beautiful sight
Hey, Beth.
Scott.
Scottie! Hi, sweetheart. How are you?
How you doing? Where's your partner?
- He's out doing American Bandstand.
- Oh, great. Go on. Cream your dad.
I will.
Well, look who it is. My Gypsy son.
- Get tired of the crusades?
- Nah. We missed our moms.
I bet. And as soon as we do your laundry,
you'll be back on the road.
Maybe.
What's going on? What's wrong?
They, uh, seem to have
misplaced your brother.
- What?
- Missing in action.
OK. OK.
If anybody comes, you take the van, you
get the hell out of here, you promise me?
No.
It's not your problem. There's
no reason for you to get in trouble.
Let's go.
( "White Room" by Cream)
- What are we gonna do now?
- Window.
In the white room
with black curtains
Near the station
Black roof country
No gold pavements
- Where'd you learn to do that?
- Mission:
Impossible.- Ow! Jesus.
- F***.
Here. Would you hold this, please?
You don't want to be an accomplice?
You're already in sh*t. I'll write you
a note saying you're innocent.
Breaking and entering a federal office.
Real innocent.
- You got any better ideas?
- No.
1949. Aberon, Lawrence Michael. You
remember him? Guy with teeth like this?
Remember him?
Albertson, Arnett,
Austin, Caminski.
Oh, sh*t.
Wow. Everything about me.
This is embarrassing.
Look at that.
"Process notification. "
What in the hell does that mean?
Well.
Too bad.
Dean. Denny.
- I don't want it. Forget it.
Why? Your number'll come up. You can't
stay in college forever. They'll get you
- and you're gonna wind up like Alden.
- I don't want it. Put it back.
What the hell are you
gonna do with yours anyway?
I'm gonna feed it to the dog,
then I'll feed him yours.
- That's not gonna work, man.
- Yes, it is.
No.
My whole life you've saved my ass,
now I'm gonna save yours.
They're gonna know we took them.
We'll be the only ones missing.
No. We'll be missing.
We won't exist any more. Get it?
No.
All right, then. We're gonna burn this
whole place down. Give me the lighter.
- You can't!
- Give me the lighter!
Give me the lighter!
I ain't gonna let you die.
- Give me my lighter. It's mine.
- Get the f*** away from me.
Don't piss me off.
You just pissed me off. It's mine.
- (officer) Not at the pool?
- I was looking for my dog.
- You lose your dog?
- Yeah.
- She lost her dog.
- Want us to help you find him?
- No, it's OK. I can find him.
- Sure?
Yeah. Yeah.
Happy. Come here, boy.
Happy! Come here, boy.
- Somebody's down there. You got keys?
- Yeah.
(siren)
- Sh*t!
- Come on. We gotta get outta here.
Scott! You don't have to clean up.
Let's go.
( "White Room" by Cream)
- (Ralph) Go!
- You go.
Go, a**hole!
- Sh*t.
- F***.
You see anything?
- What's going on here?
- We had someone. They got away.
Goddammit.
- (officer #3) Who's in there?
- It's Ralph Carr.
Oh.
Hi, Ralph. It's Junior Roberts.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
What are you doing with my son, Junior?
Let him go.
- He was poking around the draft papers.
- What?
What ails you, Ralph?
What is the matter with you? Goddammit.
- I didn't want to go to Vietnam.
- Why? Why?
- (Jessie) Cliff.
- I don't even know what it's about.
- Where is Scott?
- I'm right here.
- (Junior) Hey, Scottie.
- I was with him, Junior.
- Hey, he's lying. He wasn't in there.
- I was too.
- My folder's on top of the desk.
- You see any other stuff in there?
He's protecting Ralph.
He was in the van the whole time.
- Arrest them.
- What are you saying?
His brother is risking his life
for our country. We don't even know...
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