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cuckoo land, just once.

We have some serious local

issues, serious business to do.

Such as?

For starters,

I need a permit

for the town landing

for a fish-toss

tournament next month.

I knew it. I knew it. You're just

back here for your own purposes.

Now, come on, Marge. All right,

let's see the application.

I got it here.

Yeah, that's all

in order. $1.

Here you go.

And I've got my

application for our annual

El Monaco summer

music and art event,

which will also inaugurate

the first season

of the tourist

information kiosk.

Annie, if your grandson and his

friends want to play again this year,

tell them to

give me a call.

Okay.

Do I hear a motion to

approve these permits?

I so move.

Okay. Seconded?

Seconded?

Oh, for crying

out loud, seconded.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Annie.

Night, Elliot.

See you, Elliot.

Bye, everyone.

Night, Elliot.

Good night, Carol. F***! F***!

Take him down, motherfuckers!

Jesus! Billy, get back in the car.

What?

Back in the car.

Hey, Billy, you're back.

That's great.

Yeah.

Staying with big brother Dan

and his beautiful wife Carol here

till I get my own pad.

Yeah, 'cause

little brother Billy

made a tiny little

pit stop in Bangkok

and blew all his Army pay.

Didn't he, Billy?

Bangkok, man.

F***ing Bangkok.

Come on, we gotta go.

Great seeing you

back home, Billy.

Hey, Elliot.

Dave.

The usual?

Extra bacon, please.

You got it.

Hey, Elliot.

Max.

I hear you've moved

up here permanently.

Just helping Mom and

Dad for the season.

Well, I hope you have

another one of your festivals.

Miriam and I just love listening

to your records out on that lawn.

Sure, Max. This year, I'm going

to try to get a live quartet.

Looks like you're gonna

have some competition.

What, there's a recall vote

down at the Chamber of Commerce?

This says here

that Wallkill's

gonna have

a music festival, too.

Some hippie thing

got thrown out of Woodstock

so they've set

themselves up in Wallkill.

Wow, Janis Joplin.

Guess that beats playing a

bunch of records on a lawn.

Then again, it'll probably turn

into some kind of antiwar riot.

Let Wallkill have them.

Extra bacon.

You want your receipt?

Thanks, Dave.

See you later.

See you tomorrow, Max.

No, no, no,

that's horrible.

Tonight's dinner

will be roast turkey

and for dessert,

an apple tart.

I killed it!

That clock was

our mother's.

Your mother.

Your mother.

Maybe I didn't break it. Maybe

it only looks like I broke it.

Maybe we only think we

exist, when really we don't.

Hi, Elliot.

Thank you, Elliot.

It hasn't been touched

since my glory days

in the Midwood

High School band.

How's the show shaping up?

We're really getting into it.

Great. Hope you guys

are prepared.

You're probably gonna

outnumber the audience.

Only takes one extra soul

to make it theater, man.

And theater

is transformation.

But it's hard,

concentrating.

Concentrating on?

We're just,

I don't know, hungry.

Hungry? As in...

Yeah,

as in hungry, you know.

For, like, foodstuffs.

You don't have any potatoes

or sunflower seeds or anything?

I can barter some

very special grass. No.

Me and grass,

you don't want to know.

But let me see what I

can steal from my mom

and you guys can pay us

after the first show.

Or not, I guess.

Front row seats, man.

On the house, for you.

I'm bored! I'm bored! I'm bored!

That house was ours,

not his.

But he took out

that mortgage,

and now his wife

has all the money.

I can't take it any longer!

I can't! I can't!

Please throw me out, just

throw me out! I can't take it!

Hello?

Hey, Elliot.

Steven, hi. What are you

doing calling long distance?

I just made bail.

The pigs raided the bar

again. Can you believe it?

But you should come back. I think

we're going to have another riot.

Come up here. You can start

a riot here in White Lake.

It would be wild.

I was just calling,

you know.

New York hasn't been

as much fun without you.

I mean, it hasn't been as depressing,

but, you know, in a fun way.

So, me and Marcus, we're hitching

a ride with the art dealer.

Do you remember him?

The one with the doll

collection? Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

We're moving to San

Francisco, man. You wanna join?

Elliot? You there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Hey, thanks for the call.

It's good to hear your voice.

And drop me a line

when you get there, okay?

Okay.

Elli. There's something

moving in the bushes!

Take cover, man.

Billy.

What is it?

We're surrounded, man.

Can't you feel it?

It's like, when

the radio was busted,

and we fragged

that f***ing sergeant,

so then they just

leave us out here.

But someone's gotta go back

and call in air support,

'cause I gotta

stay with O'Connor.

He doesn't have

any feet, man.

It's okay, Billy.

The radio's working

in the office.

I can call from there.

And you can cover me, right?

And I'll do some

recon with the squad,

they can send up

some reinforcements,

and the VC

will never see me.

And I can call in

the coordinates.

What the f*** you

talking about, Elliot?

I don't know.

I thought maybe I could be in

your flashback or something.

If it made you

feel any better.

That's cool.

You all right?

Man, I am f***ed up.

You think I should take those

pills they gave me at the VA?

I should probably just

take those f***ing pills,

but then I just

sleep all the time,

and then there's the

f***ing nightmares. F***.

Never thought I'd end

up back here. Me neither.

I'm thinking, maybe I

should do another tour.

That doesn't sound

like such a good idea.

Over in 'Nam, I'm f***ing normal.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Hey, you should join up.

Me?

Yeah.

No. They wouldn't

take me even if I wanted.

Yeah?

Flat feet.

Right. Feet.

F***.

Yeah, you're not f***ing

normal, Elliot. No.

I guess not.

All I know is we're

f***ing surrounded here.

Eat.

Thank you, Elliot.

For the backdrops you painted for

all of us. Everybody loves the colors.

It's like a mandala. Actually,

it's not like a mandala.

Well, the colors,

it's more like M&M'S.

You're welcome, Dev.

Hey, you guys

want some? Cholent?

Uh...

Maybe next time.

No, I'm cool.

Hey, man,

what's up with this?

The festival.

The locals killed it.

They pulled the permit.

In Wallkill?

The Wallkillians killed it. Bummer, man.

We were all hoping to score

some tickets and go over for it.

Could have been beautiful. Joan

Baez, Grateful Dead, The Who.

Maybe even Dylan.

Yeah, Dylan.

Dylan.

Can I get that

paper for a sec?

Is everything

all right, Elliot?

Operator.

Hi, Alice. Can you connect

me with something called

the Woodstock Ventures

in New York City,

a gentleman by

the name of Michael Lang.

Elli! What is this

with the sheets?

What does it look like? I'm

making a big cross on the lawn!

With the clean sheets?

Jake, our boy's gone crazy!

Making a Ku Klux Klan

rally on our property!

No, it's so they can find us. Who?

Hey, man. Good to see you. Hi.

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