Opus 40: The Master-Work of Environmental Artist Harvey Fite Page #8
- Year:
- 2012
- 48 min
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How'd you find me?
We're tied together.
Who got to you, Freddie?
- What?
- Who got to you?
Nobody.
Come to England.
You'll love it here.
Andi think it'll do you some good.
Can you do it?
- Where?
- We have a new school. It's in England.
Well, my spaceship's in the shop.
(CHUCKLING)
You've still got it.
Would you bring me some Kools?
They don't have them there?
The only bad pan'
over here, no Kools.
How'd you find me?
Freddie, I have a matter
of such urgency,
a matter that only you
can help me with.
That may, in fact, cure
the insane once and for all.
I can cure you.
And I remember where we've met.
- Come to England. I'll tell you.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
BOY:
Now, for the treasure!"X" marks the spot
where the sunken treasure is.
CASPER:
Golly, Billy, there's the "X."
BILLY:
I'll get the treasure, Casper.
CASPER:
The captain neverleaves the ship. I'll get it.
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
Hello. Welcome.
Can we help you and
invite you to sit down?
You look like
you've traveled here.
- How else do you get someplace?
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)
- Can I assist you in help?
- I'm here to see Master.
- And what's your name?
- Freddie Quell.
- Is he expecting you?
- He should be.
I took that picture.
Hello, Freddie.
Val.
You look good.
VAL:
Come on.- Can I get this for you?
- No, thank you.
- How are you?
- Couldn't be better.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hello.
Hi.
(CHUCKLES) Thank you.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT)
Some place.
Are you drunk?
No. No, no.
You look sick.
Freddie, you don't look healthy.
I don't look like that.
That's not how I look.
PEGGY:
You don't think you can?
It's just not how I look.
You can't take this life straight,
can you?
What do you want?
I don't know.
I had a dream...
Where's Elizabeth?
- DCF.
- Really? What is that?
What did you expect
would happen coming here?
I can take pictures...
...if you need them.
PEGGY:
We don't need pictures, Freddie.
This is something you do
for a billion years or not at all.
This isn't fashion.
This is pointless.
He isn't interested
in getting better.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
She's really softened up.
Free winds
and no tyranny for you?
Freddie...
...sailor of the seas.
(CHUCKLES)
You pay no rent.
Free to go where you please.
Then go.
Go to that landless latitude,
and good luck.
For if you figure a way to live
without serving a master...
...any master...
...then let the rest us know,
will you?
For you'd be the first person
in the history of the world.
In my dream, you said you'd...
you figured out where we met.
I went back and I found it.
I recalled you and I working together...
...in Paris.
We were members
of the Pigeon Post.
During a four and a half month siege
of the city by Prussian forces.
We worked and rigged balloons...
...that delivered mail
and secret messages...
...across the communications blockade,
set up by the Prussians.
We sent 65 unguided mail balloons
and only two went missing.
In the worst winter on record.
Two.
If you leave here,
I don't ever want to see you again.
Or you can stay.
Maybe in the next life?
If we meet again
in the next life,
you will be my sworn enemy,
and I will show you no mercy.
(SOFT CHUCKLE)
(SIGHING)
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
(MOUTHING)
Do you think you could just
look into my eyes and not blink,
and I'm gonna ask you some
questions that'll help you?
Maybe.
All right. Starting now.
You can't blink.
You just look in my eyes.
- You're already blinking.
(CHUCKLES)
Starting now, all right?
What's your name?
- I told you...
- No, just say your name.
You don't remember?
- Just say your name.
- You're drunk.
You have to say your name.
And you blinked,
infringement, back to the start.
Now, say your name.
Winn.
- Now say your full name.
- Winn Manchester.
- Say it again.
- Winn Manchester.
- Say it again.
- Winn Manchester.
- Now, say it again.
- Winn Manchester.
Have you ever lived before?
I don't know.
Maybe this isn't your only life.
- I hope it isn't.
(FREDDIE LAUGHS)
You're the bravest girl
I've ever known.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Now stick it back in,
it fell out.
(HELEN FORREST:
"CHANGING PARTNERS")
(WAVES CRASHING)
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