Save the Tiger Page #7

And there is no Ministry of Logic,

in this country.

Performance used to count, right?

For 15 years we've met our obligations

with the same unions...

the same mills, the same bank, but today...

all they care about is the bottom line

on a passbook...

and then some God damn machine

gives you a bum credit rating.

So history doesn't count anymore.

It's our place, Phil, we don't get down

on our knees to anybody.

You expect me to buy that crap?

For Christ's sakes, Harry,

don't you understand?

It's people like us, people in

the middle, that made this country work.

And when people like ourselves

get into this kind of thing...

it takes it all down.

That's what's ripping the country apart!

Son of a b*tch,

don't you sell America, to me!

I've got friends over there sitting under

the sand with bikinis on their heads!

I used to get goose bumps

every time I looked at that flag.

When I was a kid, sitting alone

in the room playing the radio...

if they ever played the national anthem,

I stood up all alone in the room.

I stood up at attention.

Don't sell me America!

Now they're making

jock straps out of the flag.

Maybe it's terrific.

Maybe it's healthy, I don't know.

But I do know there are no more rules.

That stinks, Harry.

Hello, Boss.

- Don't call me Boss.

- But you are.

You built the business,

you got the accounts, you made it work.

Don't call me Boss.

How's everything looking?

I don't want to talk about the line.

Meyer, I need Rico and I need you,

now what do you want me to say?

Harry, I'm old.

I can't be in a playpen with fairies.

Even talented fairies.

You have a job here till you die.

But you need Rico. Tell me to get out.

I don't want you out, Meyer.

What do you want? Come on, tell me.

I'm listening. I'm an old stone.

Tell me, what do you want?

Another season.

That's all? Another season?

Just survival? No dreams? No hope?

Hope?

Better ask the little old lady in Vegas

with the Dixie cup full of nickels...

if she still has hope.

She's still looking for the three cherries.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you.

You're sorry for me?

You've spent most of your life

running from pogroms, Nazis.

Bent over a machine.

What the hell have you got?

I have my craft. My work. And a woman.

Old, but still lovely.

I like to look at her, to listen to her talk.

So sweet. And it's every day.

That's good.

Yeah, that's good. Now get out of here.

Let me work. I'll deal with the fairy.

We've had our talk. Go to your mansion.

Go to your Mexican cook.

Go and speak Spanish to your Mexican cook.

- For Christ's sake, Meyer.

- Go home, Harry. Get some sleep.

Yeah, okay.

Good night, Harry.

Good night, Meyer.

- Hello?

- Babe? Hi, how was the flight?

I don't know. I took some pills,

I slept through it. I was going to call you.

I don't know. I took some pills,

I slept through it. I was going to call you.

- How'd the show go?

- Just fine.

- That's marvelous.

- Yeah, it was just fine.

You sound tired. Why don't you go home?

Carmela has something prepared.

Janet, how would you like

to make it with me right now?

A couple of old veterans like us

can do it with words.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm all right.

Remember that time,

in the South of France?

That room over the little French restaurant?

In Saint-Tropez?

God, we made love like a couple of kids.

Up, down, sideways, every way.

Candlelight, it was beautiful.

Who was that singer, remember?

We could hear her voice

through the shutters.

God, I can't remember her name,

what was her name?

Franoise Hardy.

Franoise Hardy, that's it, yeah.

You remember. God, that was a sweet time.

That was six years ago, Harry.

For God's sake, get out

of the God damn office. Go home.

Carmela has something prepared.

I'll call you tomorrow. Goodbye, Harry.

- Man in the silk suit.

- Yep.

- You put in a long day, mister.

- Every day.

- Where are you going?

- Nowhere.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

Well, listen, I'm house sitting out

at the beach. Want to take me?

Jesus, why not?

Mobile R-X 1-3-1-1-1 calling.

Good evening, could you get me

No me esperes.

- Knocks me out.

- What?

A car phone, it's far out.

You must be rich.

Sometimes.

Your wife Spanish?

The maid.

How come you speak Spanish?

Well, my father had a store...

in the first Puerto Rican neighborhood

in New York. When I was a kid...

after school I used to work there.

- What kind of store?

- Pharmacy.

- You mean a drugstore?

- Yeah, a drugstore.

- Did you turn on?

- Turn on?

Hell, we didn't know uppers, downers,

or any of the...

If you were lucky then you got an enema.

Enema.

It's a long ride to the beach.

It's all right, I want to see the ocean again.

Get out of that zoo for a change.

I really hate zoos.

Those animals are so miserable.

I saw this National Geographic

about lions and tigers...

how they always return

to a place of remembered beauty.

That's how they catch them.

If your fairy godmother showed up

and you had three wishes...

what would you wish for?

Peace, and harmony...

and to make it with Mick Jagger.

Jesus!

Well, I guess there's nothing wrong

with that.

I just happen to have

some really great grass.

God. Why did you want

to ball me this morning?

I don't know.

You looked nice, you smelled nice.

You still do.

I was a little stoned,

just sort of popped out.

I'm really 21.

I kind of figured that, yeah.

You dig grass?

Do I... grass? Christ, I haven't had

any of that for years.

We used to call it gage.

- Gage?

- Yeah.

So when I was a kid I was a drummer.

And musicians have their own...

lingo, you know, we called it gage.

Gage.

- Got those in Italy.

- In a fight?

- In a war.

- In Italy?

- In Italy.

- We never fought a war with Italy.

You'd be amazed what we did in Italy.

- Well...

- You're older than 33.

Yeah. You got another joint?

- Tell me.

- What?

Tell me how old you are.

And there was Kamu,

swimming against the tides.

Swimming against the tide.

Swimming against the tide.

I'm standing, I'm looking over the River

Jordan with Moses and Albert Speer.

And Moses says,

"Tell me, Al, did you really know..."

"did you know?"

And Speer starts screaming:

"Me? I never asked Keitel,

I never asked Himmler...

"I never asked Goebbels.

"No, those death camps were outside

the perimeter of my activities."

You want a wet washcloth, or something?

First class, on the Enola Gay...

me, and Ruby, and Sirhan, and Ray...

and Tippet, and Jack, and Bobby,

and King, and Medgar, and Malcolm.

Marilyn's the stewardess.

She's wonderful, she's talking

to all the people but then...

suddenly the captain's voice comes

crackling through that loudspeaker...

and it's Eichmann, and he's screaming:

"Please, on the ports, pay attention!

That is the new high-rise...

"forty stories high, the Mee Lai Hotel.

Six Olympic swimming pools...

"Twelve massage parlors,

and an 18-hole golf course."

And then Ruby...

Ruby suddenly screams at him, he says,

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