Days and Nights

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Obsessions sometimes

grab hold of a man.

He may think, for example,

days and nights of nothing

else but the moon.

I have such a moon.

Days and nights, I'm held

in the grip of a memory.

It consumes me.

An idea for a story...

Why, this country is a

shining city on a hill.

The strong... the strong,

they tell us...

will inherit the land.

And I ask you now,

ladies and gentlemen,

brothers and sisters,

for the good of all of us,

the love of this great nation,

for the family of America

for the love of God, please make

this nation remember how futures

are built.

Thank you and God bless you.

DAYS AND NIGHTS:

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Last call for Harlem...

Fordham, Woodlawn, Wakefield,

Mt. Vernon, Fleetwood,

Rossville, White Plains,

Valhalla, Mt. Pleasant,

- Concord, Pleasantville,

Mt. Kisco... - We're late.

- You're late. - ... Bedford Hills.

- Apologies.

- Please, can't we drive?

- We already fought about this.

- You're too old for trains.

- I like trains.

I'll buy you one.

Peter.

Peter!

This is ridiculous.

Did you know that, in Korea,

jilted lovers commit suicide

by sealing themselves in

a room filled with lilies?

Apparently,

the perfume is toxic.

I wonder how many you'd need

to kill everyone on this train.

He liked trains because, on them,

couples rarely feel the need to speak.

He might not have to hear the

reasons why her show got canceled,

or defend himself for not

casting her in his next film.

He wouldn't have to endure the endless

questions about her brother's illness.

What could her doctor friend tell her

that she didn't already suspect?

He might not have to discuss

her son's artistic anarchy,

or gossip about the

caretaker's daughter,

and her marriage

of necessity.

He'd meet all of them,

soon enough.

They were off to her country house

to celebrate her brother's birthday.

It was Memorial Day

weekend, 1984.

I feel like Meryl in

"Silkwood. "

Where is she?

- Oh, God. Brace yourself.

- Where is she?

No one here.

Oh, oh.

No one here.

Oh, my God!

I didn't recognize you.

Stop.

- Johan, Peter. Peter, Johan.

- Okay, Johan. Hi.

Mass transit. The witch's

tit must have froze over.

- It's hell. - What?

- Hell must... n-never mind.

- What? And? - And everything's

coming up cats and dogs.

- Here. Smell these.

- Oh. - Breathe deep.

Mm.

Oh, the hell froze over.

Thinks he owns the place.

- Where's the wagon?

- I had things to do.

- Why is there a gun in the car?

- It's a rifle.

I tagged a bull on the way in.

You know, it shoots darts.

- Johan!

- What? Sorry.

That's how we medicate

now these days.

- Gentle.

- Like foot rot, blackleg,

cancer eye, foot and mouth,

lumpy jaw, warts, wood tongue...

- ... it's what's for dinner. - Don't think

about it. - Sorry. - Johan!

- This is very expensive luggage.

- Pain in the neck. Get it?

- I pay him.

- Well, hardly.

- After you. - I don't know

how Mary puts up with him.

- Ohh, it stinks in here.

- Sorry.

Imagine you're attacking

the audience.

I'm attacking the audience,

but without emotion?

- Just like you're reading it.

- That doesn't make any sense.

Come on.

"All experience hath shown that

mankind are more disposed to suffer... "

- That's great. That's better.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- One more time.

- Herb is gonna hate this.

No, he's not.

Come on, just read.

Just...

Why couldn't you get him a tie or

a goldfish, like any normal person?

- I'm not a normal person.

- Your mom is gonna hate it.

Of course she's gonna hate it,

she's not in it.

Is she really bringing

Peter this time?

No idea.

- I love his movies.

- Just read the lines.

I could get discovered.

- He's blind. Did you know that?

- He could put me in a movie.

- And deaf. - I could be a star.

- Good luck.

- I got to go.

- What?

- You won't come back in time.

- My Dad doesn't even know I'm here.

I got to go.

Hey!

- Don't be late.

- I won't.

Promise.

- You're late.

- Oh, hello, Mary!

- Here.

- Oh, beautiful!

- Peter.

- Mary, Peter. Peter, Mary.

Oh, we have heard

so much about you.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Your husband is an imbecile.

- He's a stupid, stupid jerk.

- When grandma farts, we hit the dog.

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Did the wig work at all?

- Not a soul.

- Wonderful. - Oh, sorry.

How do I look?

Well, fair to middling.

- Not bad, huh?

- No.

Yeah.

Put me in a movie.

- Yeah, okay.

- Just put me in a movie, you know?

Shut up, Johan.

There is a bear

in the woods.

For some people,

the bear is easy to see.

Others don't see it at all.

Some people say

the bear is tame.

Others say it's

vicious and dangerous.

Since no one can

really be sure who's right,

isn't it smart to be

as strong as the bear...

if there is a bear?

96.3.

100.5.

Move.

99.8.

99.5.

Huh.

- Very much... retrovirus.

- I understand.

- Thank you. Okay.

- Take care. - I will. - Bye.

- Oh, Mary, I love the plantings.

They're gorgeous. - Thanks.

- Herb behave himself?

- You know your brother.

- It's locked.

- Well, it can't be.

- It's never locked.

- Knock.

Hello?

- Oh, I just heard something.

- It's not opening.

- Well, it's probably stuck.

- Use your shoulder.

- You. - Step aside.

Step aside. Step aside.

Everything is a production.

- Ow!

- Ohh. Herb.

- Herb!

- Herb!

- Ohh!

- Oh, my God.

- Ohh!

- Honey. Where's Louis?

I'll... I'll get him.

Louis!

- Oho! - Peter?

- Yes.

- How wonderful to meet you!

- You, too.

- Welcome.

- Happy birthday.

- Sorry again.

- Johan! - Sorry.

Oh, Herb. Come on.

Let's go sit down.

Come on. He's getting

blood everywhere.

- Ohh! Impossible.

- What happened?

- He hid and sought.

- Ow!

- Come sit down.

- Once my brother, now my son.

What did we say about

acting your age?

- That it's pointless.

- Come. Have a seat.

- Here, tilt your head back.

- I can't stand the taste of blood.

- Keep pressure on it.

- It's like I'm eating somebody.

- Does he need the hospital?

- He'll be fine. - Oh, thank God.

Steaks. Wonderful.

Peter, Doctor. Doctor, Peter.

- Oh, Louis. Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Excuse me. Sit tight.

- Like a lion with fresh kill.

Oh, Alex.

Sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Stephen.

Oh, whoa,

you look lost.

- She... she has me in a relative pin.

- Well, that... that sounds painful.

- Hello. - Oh, Stephen,

Peter. Peter, Stephen. - Hi.

Alex, Peter.

Peter, Alex.

- Oh, there's that...

- Keep still.

- ... beautiful baby of yours...

- Ah! - ... piece of sunshine.

Aww. I understand you're expecting

another one. - We are?

Oh, Stephen is single-handedly saving

mother nature one bird at a time.

He's taken over the

entire waterfront...

...even got the county

restricting our land use.

- The neighbors love us.

- My God, what are you doing?

Keep still.

- I'm starving. Where's my son?

- Stop.

- He's up in his room.

- He's getting his movie ready.

- Movie? - Installation thing.

Whatever. - Tonight?

- You were warned.

- Supper is almost ready.

- For f***'s sake! - I need to wash.

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