Breathless Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1983
- 100 min
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- Monica?
- What did you tell him about me?
I told him that you were dazzling
and you had this idea how to make
houses out of waterfalls and...
What's the matter? Monica, are you OK?
Yes, of course. Why?
I don't know. You seem a little distracted.
No. I was thinking.
Dr Boudreaux - I'd love to work for him.
Now, show me which one he is.
He's the little one that looks so brilliant.
We'll find him.
Yeah, I know. They went to see
Carlito, too. What did you tell 'em?
Appreciate it.
I can't leave town till I cash this cheque.
What about Louis Minor or that frizzy,
ditsy blonde he always hangs with?
Sh*t! Yeah, I'm already looking for
Berrutti. Thanks, Marty.
Thank you, sir.
"...to serve Galactus
and shall do so for evermore."
"If such be my destiny,
willingly do I accept it."
- "My fate."
- Man, you like The Silver Surfer?
Yeah, I like the Surfman.
I think he's a jerk.
No! No, man, he's a hero! He's trying
to save the world from Galactus.
- What's wrong with that?
- He's crazy!
He could get away any time he wants.
He's got the power cosmic.
You know why he stays?
He stays cos he likes it here on Earth.
- He wants to help the people out.
- They don't want his help.
The cops and the marines. He's a jerk.
Hey, why don't you go lie down
in the road for a spell?
The Surfman's a jerk!
"Love is the power supreme."
Hey, you gonna buy that book?
This ain't no library.
The Surfer's nuts to hang around!
He knows life on Earth has no meaning!
It's chaos! It's out of control!
He's got a chance to break away!
I mean, he's plugged into the galaxy!
He's got the power cosmic!
Only a jerk would stay when he could go.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Buenos das, seorita.
Oh, no!
What are you doing here?
Well, the Beverly Wilshire
was booked up so I came here.
- There are plenty of other hotels.
- Not for me.
I always stay at the Beverly Wilshire.
You're really crazy.
Come here. Come on. Hey, hey, hey!
You don't even say hello to me?
Why can't I ever be alone
when I wanna be alone?
Monica, did you f***
your teacher last night?
Did ya?
- Come on. Tell me.
- Leave me alone! I'm thinking!
Monica, you didn't come home last night.
It is last night and I am home.
My home, not yours!
Why are you looking at me?
Just lookin'.
Why are you so afraid
to sleep with me again?
Because you scare me.
I don't know what you want from me.
- Everything.
- That's too much.
What do you want from me?
I don't know.
- Something.
- That's not enough.
All or nothing with me, baby!
God, I love it when you look afraid
and surprised at the same time!
I just wanna climb inside of you!
That feels good!
Would it feel so good if some other guy
was touching you like this?
You're like one of those girls who'll f***
everybody except the guy who loves her.
You're like
one of those rides at Disneyland.
Wow! You make me dizzy!
- Show me your tits.
- What? What for?
- Tar!
- What?
Tar. It means crazy,
disgusting person, jerk.
Tar? I'm a tar?
Forget it. Show me your toes.
A woman's toes are very important.
I'd love to know
what's behind that face of yours.
I stare at you and stare at you
and I can't see anything.
What do you wanna know?
I'm from Earth. I'm a person. I love you.
That's not enough.
- Jesse...
- What?
Say something nice.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
I don't know either.
All right. How's this?
Your shoes were red, my suit was blue.
You left me in Vegas,
but I'll always love you.
That's nice, isn't it?
Hello. Strand Auto Parts?
Hello. Mr Birnbaum?
Is he gonna be there this afternoon?
Tell him... Tell him I wanna come see him.
Jack Burns.
Called him all about me from Vegas.
Jack Burns.
Right. This afternoon. Bye.
Not you, a car.
- Monica, come out here.
- No!
Is this your driver's licence?
What?
No, no. That's my brother's.
Mine's in the car.
But the name here is Jack Burns.
How can he be your brother?
Yeah, right, right. That...
Well, he's not my real brother.
You see, cos when... When I was born,
my mother was already divorced.
- I doubt it.
- Me, too.
You know William Faulkner?
Who's he? Somebody you f***ed?
The most beautiful American writer.
"Between grief and nothing,
I will take grief."
This guy sounds like a lot of laughs.
No! Seriously. Grief or nothing?
What would you choose?
Nothing.
Like I told you, baby.
All or nothing with me.
If I was William Faulkner,
would you let me touch you like this?
No.
Hello. This is Monica.
I'm not here, but if you leave a message
and tell me your name and number,
I will call you as soon as I come back.
And don't forget to wait for
the beep sound. Thank you.
Hello, Monica. Paul. I'm sorry
that Boudreaux ran off last night,
but you can meet him this afternoon.
I got you a pass to the groundbreaking.
So, great.
I'll tell you.
You make keeping promises very easy.
- F*** you, Charlie!
- No, don't turn it off.
It's in Venice on Main and Rose.
Right. And you'll meet him. And the old
and the famous and everybody.
This afternoon at three. Three o'clock.
And one more thing.
I enjoyed last night enormously.
Ciao.
The suspect has a criminal record
of car thefts and petty crimes
in Pennsylvania,
New Jersey and California.
This is believed to be Lujack's
first murder charge.
Police have issued
this 1975 photo of Lujack...
Oh, my f***ing Christ!
... medium-length brown hair, age 28,
with a small heart-shaped
tattoo on his chest.
We'll be keeping you informed
on this story as it develops.
Caught in a trap
I can't get out
I'm caught in a trap!
- We're caught in a trap...
- I can't walk out
I'm caught in a trap
- I can't walk out
- Because I love you too much...
Because I love you too much, baby
- Why can't you see
- Why can't you see
- What you're doin' to me
- Jesse?
When you don't believe a word I say
We can't go on together
with suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
- You're crazy!
- So what?
It's OK. I like it.
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
I'm late.
Don't take a shower.
I want us to smell like we've been f***in'.
That one.
- What's that?
- The Silver Surfer.
Sky-rider of the spaceways.
- Who is he?
- Who's he?
He's a space-lost freak lookin' for love.
Love?
Yeah. You see, he's got this problem
with his girlfriend.
They're trapped on two different galaxies.
No kiddin', really.
I'll show you. Come here.
See, he's gotta go away never to return.
"Though infinity beckons,
I must leave behind my very heart."
"Never has there been,
never will there be another such as you."
"If leave you must,
then let us depart together!"
"Say no more!
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