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Slaughterhouse-Five Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1972
- 104 min
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Okay, Dad.
What's happened?
Where am I?
Welcome to the planet
Tralfamadore, Mr. Pilgrim.
Tralfam...
Tralfama...
Tralfamadore.
Oh.
How did I get here? There is no
"how,"Mr. Pilgrim. There is no why.
I don't understand.
Where are you? Oh, you
can't see us, Mr. Pilgrim.
We live in the fourth dimension.
But we can see you,
and there are many important
Tralfamadorians here to welcome you.
Oh. Well, uh,
how do you do?
We hope that you'll find your
accommodations here suitable.
I have to stay here?
I'm afraid so.
You mean, I can't leave
of my own free will?
Mr. Pilgrim, we have visited 31
inhabited planets in the universe.
We have studied reports
on a hundred more,
and only on Earth
is there any talk of free will.
Well...
What'll I do?
You will aid in the removal
of the bodies.
Those that are identifiable...
will be tagged.
Their personal effects will be
tagged and given to an officer.
There will be
a classifiication...
according to the degree...
that the victim
can be identified.
Any looting or stealing...
will be dealt with
by a firing squad.
Follow me.
It looked like
the end of the world.
What looked like the end
of the world, Mr. Pilgrim?
Dresden, after the bombing.
Don't be so egocentric.
We know how the world ends, and
it has nothing to do with Earth,
except that it
gets wiped out too.
Really? How does it end?
While we're experimenting
with new fuels,
a Tralfamadorian test pilot
panics, presses the wrong button,
and the whole universe
disappears.
But you have to stop him!
If you know this, can't you keep
the pilot from pressing...
and he always will.
We always let him,
and we always will let him.
The moment is structured
that way.
Mr. Pilgrim, a pleasant way
to spend eternity...
is to ignore the bad times
and concentrate on the good.
It's... It's all right!
It's all right!
Will you be quiet, please?
Will you please be quiet?
Can't you see
you're frightening her?
Who are you?
Who are you?
My name's Pilgrim.
What's this scene?
- Where are we?
- We're on a distant planet.
Are you mating now?
What?
Have you mated?
Who are you?
I'm a Tralfamadorian,
Miss Wildhack.
A what? You're on the planet
Tralfamadore, Miss Wildhack,
Oh, Jesus.
Hey, hey. Hey.
You're okay?
Yes, thank you.
When were you born? What month? What month?
What month?
July.
What day? The fourth. The fourth ofJuly.
You're practical, straightforward,
with a belief in others...
based on your own integrity
and almost compulsive honesty.
You're a moon child!
Oh, you're a moon child.
I'm a what?
A moon child. That's your sign.
Were you born in the morning or the afternoon?
It doesn't matter. I don't have my charts.
Miss Wildhack? Would you
like something to wear?
Oh, yes.
Thank you very much.
Um...
I was, uh...
I was down in Palm Springs at a
home of a producer friend of mine,
sunning myself
by the pool.
That's why I'm like this.
I don't want halter marks.
Naturally. And...
all of a sudden,
it was like a... a ray...
This is all I can offer. Thank you.
And... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Th-That's all there is.
And the next thing, I was...
I was here.
What's it like up here?
I don't know because
we can't leave the dome.
The atmosphere of Tralfamadore
is cyanide.
if you left the dome.
This is it?
I'm... afraid so.
How long will they keep
us here? I don't know.
You are here,
you have always been here,
and you will
always be here.
Is he trying to blow
my mind?
No, no, no.
You see, in Tralfamadore...
Would you please mate now?
Look. We're not going to put on
a show for you. That's one thing.
Another is I demand you get
Miss Wildhack some clothing.
If she's cold, we can always
regulate the temperature.
Now, you get down to Earth
and get Miss Wildhack...
a complete wardrobe,
and one that fits!
What's your size?
I take a 10.
But I have to take it in here
and let it out a little here.
So, they'll have to bring a needle
and thread. Did you hear that?
And remember, Miss Wildhack
is used to the best.
Thanks! Uh...
- Billy.
- Billy.
Now we would like
the night canopy.
Why do you wish
the night canopy?
Because we want it!
Will you mate?
We hardly know each other! Do you mind
if we take time to get better acquainted?
You are acting very unnaturally.
We would like
the night canopy.
Oh, very well.
Would you like to sit
on the couch?
Where is it?
Here. Just take my hand.
Ooh!
Ooh! I'm sorry.
Um, that's all right.
Careful.
Get away, Spot.
He's not bothering me.
I like dogs.
Come here, Spot.
Come on.
It's pretty comfortable, isn't it? It's fine.
They got everything
from Sears and Roebuck.
I appreciate what you said
to them about me.
Thank you, Miss Wildhack. Montana.
Montana. You don't meet many gentlemen...
in the entertainment
business.
I'm an optometrist.
Oh.
Would you like
to kiss me?
Yes.
You kiss nicely.
Thank you.
Oh! Did I hurt you?
Oh, no!
Oh!
Mr. Pilgrim?
Miss Wildhack?
Are you mating now?
Billy!
Billy, look at this!
Look at this! Perfect.
There's not a chip on it.
It's exactly like the one we had at
home. The one your son Johnny broke?
Yeah! How'd you
know about that?
course. It's a miracle, isn't it?
all this destruction.
Wait'll I bring it home. Can you
imagine how Meg's eyes will light up?
Arbeit!
She'll love it.
Diener?
Was haben sie da?
Oh, uh, look at this.
I found this down there. There's not
a chip on it. It's pretty, isn't it?
We had one like it.
Used to sit... Oh!
What's the matter?
Feuer!
Stop! Stop!
Billy. Billy?
Billy?
Where were you, honey?
Billy? Do you like this?
- It's nice.
- It's, uh, not too tight?
A little, maybe.
I'm so big here.
I like it.
That's 'cause you're a man.
- I'm gonna have to let it out.
- I really think...
Give me something to do.
Oh. You like it too,
Spot. Huh?
He always growled
at my wife.
Do you miss her?
She died. Somebody smacked
into the rear of her car...
and the exhaust fell off.
She died of carbon monoxide
poisoning.
Wow. Like what
they have out there?
No. That's cyanide.
That's worse.
Oh, wow.
What did you love most
about her?
Her pancakes.
If we had a real stove,
Billy,
I'd make you an out-of-sight
macrobiotic souffl.
I'd like that.
And then...
we could think
about having your baby.
Could we have
the night canopy, please?
Oh, Daddy! There is no such
planet as Trilaflamaduke!
I would really like to know...
Would you be willing
to see a psychiatrist?
Listen, I have a friend
who's not only a doctor,
but he's interested
in outer space.
Why don't the three of us
I'm not going to commit myself to
an institution. Dad, I wasn't...
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