Animals with the Tollkeeper Page #2

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It's about to explode

like a f***ing geyser.

I'm this far away from committing

acts of extreme violence!

I can't be responsible for my actions.

Perfect! You are a man of adventure.

Our bags are over there, merci.

We are going to surprise a

friend we haven't seen in some time.

Herve Breton.

Hey, what's with those two?

They're giving me the creeps.

Just act natural. They're

students of anthropology.

You have a nice picture.

Henry!

You have the same

name as my friend here.

Look, in this country we don't

talk to people we don't know.

It's dangerous. We're

a dangerous people.

Unfortunately, he's deaf.

I am Laurent and he is Felipe.

We spent most of our lives

together, along with Henri

making documentary films.

Now that we are coming to

end of our journey in this world

We want to be together

again, for the last time.

Look, buddy. I'll take you

where you're going, but no yapping.

You got that?

I got this.

This is us in 1933. Utah. Magical.

In the desert, when it is so

quiet that the wind seems to shout

one can hear the earth-conscience.

In such a place, anything is possible.

This is where I saw my

first glimpse of paradise.

Not in my heart and

mind, but in my eyes.

I shock you?

I'm a cab driver, every

unemployed sideshow freak

and festering dreamer has crawled

through that door one time or another.

It's nothing personal.

Half my life is spent

with wackos like you.

So you know everything?

Enough. Enough to know

what is and what isn't.

One man's cesspool is

another man's paradise.

But to me, it all smells the same.

Let me tell you something, Henry.

A cynic is the architect of his own abyss.

It takes nothing to be a misanthrope.

But to devour life with

all it's seeds takes courage.

I feel terrible, Henry.

In all the excitement, we have

forgotten to exchange our currency.

Yeah, well you're lucky

I had some spare cash.

When we find your friend I

want my money. I'm no schmuck.

Last guy that tried something like this

now suffers from a

severe lack of breath.

- We are men of honour!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do you like driving a taxi?

Pays the rent.

What do you do at night?

I drive. I usually

don't pick anybody up.

Just drive around in circles

until the sun comes up.

You have a girl?

You know, we got an

expression in this country

'Curiosity killed the cat'.

So you prefer the man?

I don't go for that other stuff.

I got plenty of women. I got more

women than I know what to do with.

I think you have nobody.

This is no good.

You must find a companion.

You know, Laurent, you seem

like an alright guy to me, really.

You know, but I don't like

people trying to run my life.

Nothing personal, but to me you're

nothing more than $62 and some change.

Don't worry, Henry. I'm willing

you a heart full of romance.

Thank you. You do that.

Tell me the truth.

When you saw me

carrying on like that back there

What did you think? You must

have thought I was crazy, right?

Felipe suspected you were

an imbecile, but I saw a soul who had

the suffering of a condemned man.

Oh, Maryland, The pine tree state!

I'm afraid we must stop again.

We've been stopping every ten minutes.

We're nearly one

hundred years old, Henry.

I mean, come on. So we pee a lot.

Alright, we find a place to

stop and everybody pees together.

He says he's dry.

Everybody!

You see! He's completely dry.

I'm afraid it's time for Felipe's nap.

- He's a man of strict regiment. - No.

Just one hour.

One hour! I promise, I cross my heart.

You're a very kind man, Henry.

Not an imbecile at all.

The subject sleeps peacefully

as rays of the afternoon light warm him.

What thoughts occupy his slumber?

What memories does

he conjure up and relive?

Do the endings change

or remain the same?

What are you doing?

Don't do that. Don't do that.

The subject grows hostile.

His unpredictable nature

presents a danger to us.

Such is the risk of

shooting in the wild.

It's a good day to be alive.

Get in the f***ing car.

Pardon me for saying, Henry

I think you're being

a bit of a tight-ass.

I imagine it squeak when you

make the fart. No, I know your kind.

You hold it inside. The pressure builds.

You become a raging furnace.

This is not good for the

disposition. Go on, free yourself!

Present your case to the world.

Make with the fart.

Where do you get these ideas?

Here!

So, what is the big deal?

Now your turn.

You don't ask a complete

stranger to fart, Laurent.

Please, Henry. Just the littlest one.

You're a very disturbed man.

Come on, amuse me.

What weird, it just a little wind.

Unbelievable.

Can't. Not when you're

looking at me like that.

Go ahead. You do not

even exist in my mind.

Sensational! The best

one I heard in years.

Who are you people anyway?

We are crusaders of the heart.

Conquerors of the impossible.

We carve in stone the

heartbeat of the imaginary.

Left! Turn left!

Henri will die soon. He has emphysema.

I was hoping that you

may let him drive a little.

Are you kidding me?

You'd make him feel like man again.

He can't even see over the wheel.

You'd make him feel like man again.

He can't even see over the wheel.

Do this one favour and I will

personally reserve you a seat in heaven.

Absolutely not.

Watch out for the dog!

Break!

I'm afraid

He's no good.

Do you have a crowbar?

Is he OK?

He's doing a dance to honour the dog.

It reminds him of a

dog we once knew in Utah.

Sometime it's easy to

get lost in the past.

You know, I don't

remember having a past.

There must be something you remember.

It was a vision, not a dream.

This was real.

I used to climb this mountain.

It's peak was so high,

it went through the clouds

It was silent up there.

It was still. It was like a threshold

into another world. A world of grace.

It was barely out of sight.

I knew that I could fly out there.

It was an amazing feeling.

A feeling of peace, freedom.

I would always resist.

I always regretted

not taking that chance.

But it was real.

It was real.

A perfectly ordinary man

goes to sleep one night.

He has normal dreams.

The one he rehearses

time and time again.

Everything is well.

The next morning, he wakes shattered.

During the darkest hours of the night

something has performed

a vivisection on his soul.

A sudden disillusionment.

An unexplainable sense of betrayal.

The fantasies of youth petrify.

He falls way from

the rest of the world.

His pure heart begins to mortify.

What does he do?

Mend his ruptured spirit.

How?

With nature. With the love of another.

Together, they will unveil

the ancient mysteries

that continue to haunt us all.

The way only lovers can.

You make it sound so easy.

Embrace the struggle, Henry.

I let you know a secret.

The world is filled with

magic. It is all around.

You just have to believe in it.

Are you an angel?

I'm only a man, but I am a friend.

I cannot say it was

completely unexpected.

You must continue alone.

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