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- He's dead.

- Scottie.

What did you say? He is not dead.

- He's missing. That means he's...

- Liar!

You are a goddamn liar!

Don't keep pushing me!

They're good boys, Cliff.

Alden and the rest of them.

My own boy, you know, he'll never

be the same after being over there.

We all just better think about it some.

Mrs Denny. Mrs Carr.

You're no longer welcome in my home.

(Ralph) I'm sorry, Mom.

Don't take it personally, OK?

- Come on.

- (Ralph) OK?

- Beth, let's go.

- No, I want to stay.

Get in the car right now!

Come on, Happy. Get in the car.

- Sorry, pal.

- Hey.

It was fun, man.

Remember those 14 girls

I told you I balled?

I lied about ten of them.

And two of them were really bad news,

but the other two... wow.

Hey, Happy.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Thought you might be out here.

- Yeah. How's life in the real world?

Oh, fine. My mother's drunk.

Your parents aren't speaking.

- Thank God things are back to normal.

- Yeah.

God.

That was pretty wild today, huh?

Bonnie and Clyde ride again.

Yeah.

Beth.

Beth.

It's OK.

Come on.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Gonna get the hell outta this town.

I could go with you.

- Thanks, kid.

- I'm not a kid.

(she sighs)

I think you're really

beautiful, Scott.

You're the most beautiful person

I've ever known.

Yeah, well. You haven't really

been outside of Culloch County.

What about me?

I think you're really nice, Beth.

I meant...

...do you think I'm beautiful

or anything?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know so much.

You're so good, pure and...

Shut up! I'm not talking about my mind.

My mind is just getting out of its cage.

- What am I? Like, rat girl?

- No.

No.

You're a lot prettier than I thought.

You're very pretty, Beth.

You're beautiful, OK?

Well.

You could tell me about all the stuff about

the leaves and everything if you want.

Nah. It's a...

...It's just a stupid idea I had.

Actually, it's not that stupid.

It's just it's just that some people

understand and some people don't.

Or you could make love to me.

( "Time Of The Season" by the Zombies)

It's the time of the season

When love runs high

And this time, give it to me easy

And let me try

With pleasured hands

To take you in the sun to

promised lands

To show you everyone

It's the time of the season

For loving

(Neil Armstrong)

The LEM foot pads are only, uh,

depressed in the surface about,

uh, one or two inches,

although the surface

appears to be, uh,

very, very fine-grained

as you get close to it.

It's almost like a powder down there.

It's very fine.

- OK, I'm gonna step off the LEM now.

- (control) Roger, we copy.

- Takes a pretty good little Jump.

- Hon!

They're on the moon.

...one giant leap for mankind.

What's all this?

This is stuff. It was in the

refrigerator and now it's not.

It's my goddamn mess. I'll clean it up.

I think I might go for a walk.

OK?

I was thinking that I could wake up

in the middle of the night

and I could hear my three little men

snoring away.

You with your cute little whisper

of a snore.

Alden with his deviated septum,

sounding like a horse.

Scottie, all intense and impatient.

And I'd think:

"Who are these people?"

"This is an insane asylum. "

But I couldn't sleep

until I heard all three of you.

Now I never sleep.

I walk down the hallway,

listen at your door.

I don't hear anything.

Don't you sleep?

I just hope Alden isn't suffering.

- I'd rather he be dead than suffer.

- Oh. We can't lose hope.

Yes, we can. It's our hope,

we can lose it if we goddamn want.

Are you mad at me?

No.

I don't seem to feel anything.

(Armstrong)

Magnificent sight out here.

(Aldrin) Magnificent desolation.

God bless you, Neil.

Buzzy, God bless you, kid.

( "Reach Out Of The Darkness"

by Friend And Lover)

(Happy barks)

Beth?

Happy is not happy.

Who's out there?

Cliff? That you?

What you doing up so late?

Wanna come in?

You shouldn't drink so much.

You should drink more.

Come on, relax, Cliff.

It's the Age of Aquarius.

- Shh.

- Come on.

I see them!

I see them on the moon!

I see them on the moon!

...signature of the president

of the United States...

(door opens)

Scottie. You scared me.

Your father's not here.

I'm sorry about Dad.

I'm sorry too.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

It's a sorry time.

I don't have to leave.

I can stick around.

No, you go. You go.

That's what I'd do if I could.

I'd get far away from here, where it's safe.

- You go, you hear?

- OK.

- Get. Go.

- OK.

I don't have to worry about you.

(grunting)

Ralph.

Hey, Ralpho.

- One hundred.

- Ralph, Beth's here.

- (Beth) What are you doing?

- (man) Push-ups. Does 'em all the time.

Yeah, I gotta stay in shape

so I can kill in the name of democracy.

Probably won't take you now you're

a criminal. You'll have to go into politics.

Yeah, my pal, Scott Shakespeare.

He's got a joke for every occasion.

You got a problem,

he'll write a poem about it.

Ralph, what is the matter with you?

I wanna go.

Get it over with. To hell with it.

- How's Mom?

- She's OK. She's gonna come see you.

Yeah? When do you think?

Around Christmas?

I'm really starting to

feel unpopular here.

You folks are gonna

have to get going.

Ralph.

I was thinking of going back

on the road if that's OK with you.

- With me?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Great. Groovy.

I'd be pissed off if you didn't go.

Beth's going with me.

- Did you ball my sister?

- Ralph.

Is that it?

- This guy balled my sister. You... f***.

- All right, all right. Come on.

Ralph.

Get him outta here.

He's no friend of mine.

Ralph.

Ralph.

You don't understand.

I'm sorry.

( "Wooden Ships"

by Crosby, Stills & Nash)

If you smile at me

I will understand

Cos that is something

everybody everywhere

Does in the same language

Wooden ships on the water

Very free and easy

Easy

You know the way

it's supposed to be

Silver people

on the shoreline

Let us be

Talking about very free

And easy

(horn)

Come on.

Are we in a hurry or something?

Yeah.

Where are we going?

To Canada.

Horror grips us as

we watch you die

All we can do

is echo your anguished cry

Stare as all human feelings die

We are leaving

You don't need us

Go

Take your sister by her hand

Lead her away from

this foreign land

Far away where

we might laugh again

We are leaving

You don't need us

Come on. Come on, boy.

Hi.

- Where are we?

- Either heaven or Maine.

I'm too tired to know.

(Scott) Pretty, huh?

So that's Canada.

It doesn't look that bad.

I'm not going with you, Scott.

What?

It's not over there. It's inside of us,

or it doesn't exist at all.

I don't want to run away.

OK. OK.

Fine.

You're not gonna get drafted and die

for something that nobody believes in.

No. F*** you.

If you died I would die too.

My father died when I was 11. I know

what it's like to lose someone you love.

I want you to stay with me and fight.

We have to make people understand

that it's wrong.

You folks crossing over? You could

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