Nomads
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 91 min
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Yeah?
Yeah. OK, I'll be right down.
Dr. Onaman.
Calling Dr. Onaman.
Dr. Benway.
Calling Dr. Benway.
Cops pulled him off the beach
twenty minutes ago.
Took four of us
to get him on the bed.
Strung way out.
Can't even get eye contact.
It's like he thinks
we're not even here.
His clothes were blood-soaked.
Cleaned him up.
Found a couple of lacerations--
Is that French?
Sounds like it,
but he's too fast for me.
Pupils are constricted,
pressure's up.
I'm sure it's PCP, but
I can't get a needle into him.
If I try to sedate him,
it could be a real mess.
I know you're new, and I'm sorry
to put you on the spot...
but if I sedate him without
a neurology, OK, my ass is--
Your ass is secure, dear.
Just go find someone
who speaks French.
Maybe a priest.
He's probably Catholic.
Well, what happened to you?
the park by the Palisades.
Get back!
Get back down there!
Stop it. He'll tear his wrists.
Do me a favor and wait outside.
You, too.
-But somebody's got to--
-Outside, OK?
Boy, you've been in quite
a scrape, haven't you?
Quite a scrape.
What happened to you?
What happened?
It's OK. It's OK.
Are you all right?
Look out. Coming through.
Anyone else?
Call for Dr. Rodriguez
right away!
Be careful. Be careful.
Gently, please. Gently.
I guess he got me.
Jesus Christ, he's dead.
Makes tonight
look like nursery school.
I'll pass, thanks.
This weekend I've got
a date with my apartment.
Don't ever try and move
and work at the same time.
That is what wives are for.
You gonna miss the East?
There are a lot
of university people, but...
But what?
I suppose they were more
my husband's friends than mine.
At some level, this going-west
business appeals to me.
Swab that, please, nurse.
You know what I do miss?
Trees. It's so barren.
You get the feeling that
every bush has been installed.
It's like Disneyland
or something.
People don't realize...
that this is a city
built on a desert.
Just think of it as
extended parking for the beach.
What?
Hold on. Just a couple more,
we'll be through.
On these hours,
who gets to go to the beach?
Last one. There we go.
-Do you want it dressed? -Leave
it uncovered.
How long have you been on duty?
Thirty-two hours.
Four more to go.
That's it, then.
You have had enough excitement
for one night.
I want you to go home,
get some sleep...
and those are surgeon's orders.
Besides, you're too old
for this career stuff.
You should be home...
taking kids to get
their teeth straightened.
See that, nurse? See that?
They turn 30
and everything is sex, sex, sex.
You need a tetanus booster?
Then get out of here
and go home.
-Good night, Doctor.
-Go.
-Good night. Thanks.
-Good night.
I'll catch you later.
What'd he say, anyway?
Who?
The guy who jumped you.
What'd he say?
Nothing.
That's a pity.
Last thing a man says
is supposed to be significant.
This is Dr. Collins' office.
I'll try you at the hospital.
Hello, Dr. Flax,
this is Mr. Hendricks...
from the telephone company.
We'll have an installer
in your area tomorrow...
What are you doing?
I thought it was funny, too.
No sense of humor.
This son of a b*tch
gets out of his car--
looks about
fourteen years old...
and he's got
a beer belly already--
gets out of his car
carrying a tire iron.
No kidding.
Honest.
What'd you do?
Got the hell out of there.
What the f*** else?
F***, there are more
crazy, meshugina lunatics--
What did you do at Radcliffe,
major in sailors?
I wish.
You know your nutcase
from last night?
The lab report
came back this morning.
No drugs.
Adrenal residue enough
to frizz a horse, but no dope.
I wonder what happened to him.
Looked like some creep
off the beach, right?
Yeah.
The man was an anthropologist
from UCLA...
spoke half a dozen languages,
lived all over the world...
and was, apparently,
a very famous individual.
Jesus.
What kind of people
did he study?
I don't know.
This morning,
I got a look at his wife.
She's this
elegant-looking redhead.
Just the opposite
of what he looked like.
The crazy thing is they've only
been in the country a week.
I got a minute flat
to get to seven.
-Walk in backwards.
-I tried that.
I promised I'd actually
be there this time.
Hey, quit it.
Your lip.
If you don't quit chewing on it,
it'll look like your ear.
Eileen, are you OK?
Oh, sure.
Cassie, what does...
''N'y sont pas...
sont des innois'' mean?
Sh*t.
They are not there.
They are...
Sounds like a place. Why?
Walking right now
is the best thing for you.
Tomorrow I want to hear
that you've been...
right...
Dr. Stafford's on
in the morning.
Do you want me to order
No.
The carpet's fine.
I like the color.
What?
The old carpet was yellow,
but the owners didn't--
Doctor, I think we skipped...
Doctor?
The owner was only here
for a little while...
but they did a good deal
to the house.
There's so many things.
For instance,
the old carpet was yellow...
and it didn't clean very well,
so they put in all new ones.
The house is only
four blocks from the beach.
And of course
there's plenty of storage space.
Obviously, I tried to convince
the owners to stay here...
long enough to sell
instead of rent...
but apparently his transfer
was pretty sudden...
and they just upped and left.
What do you think?
I admit that science
was not my strong suit...
but anthropology-- that's
bones and tombs and things.
No, no, no.
Nothing so dramatic.
My work is cultural.
At least it's warm, eh?
I...
But I thought you were
teaching here this fall.
Yes, I'm afraid that is so.
Listen to him.
we live in years...
and already he's bored.
Goddamn freaks.
I'm fine. I'm fine!
Leave me alone! I'm fine!
Stop it! I'm fine.
Just fine.
What's he gotten into?
Hold it, hold it.
I got the material,
but you will have to help me...
with the...
Curtain rod.
Curtain rod. Curtain rod.
I forget English
faster than l learn.
It will come.
Tell me.
Which one do you like best?
This one?
On you or the living room?
For the living room, this.
For when we live
in the Land Rover, this.
Johnny?
You are not really bored,
are you?
I'm looking I'm forward to it.
we did not have to carry.
I am looking forward
to working five-hour days.
I am going to get food in
supermarket wrapped in plastic.
I am going to eat hamburger
commes les Americains.
Mr. America.
Which one of these is you?
Where did you get that, Niki?
Give me that photograph!
Niki! Come here!
Give me the photograph.
Niki. Come, come.
Come, Niki...
We will mount it
over the mantelpiece...
commes les Americains!
Give it, give it, give it!
Your mother give it to me
a long time ago.
It was in storage.
We had never a mantle
to put it on.
I have given you a hard life?
No more.
No more.
We will be unpacking
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