The Ballad of Jack and Rose

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop

the thing that you do

I said watch out

I ain't lyin.

Yeah

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Foolin' around

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Puttin' me down

I put a spell on you

- I see a rabbit.

- Where?

Up there. One that's got big,

droopy ears.

That's a shoe.

That's a shoe.

- It's more of a... It's a boot. A lace-up

boot. - It's a boot, like your boot.

Now what is it?

I put a spell on you

Cos you're mine

You better stop the

thing that you're doin'

I said watch out

I ain't lyin.

Yeah

I ain't gonna take

none of your

Foolin' around

Ain't gonna take

none of your

Puttin' me down

I put a spell on you

Cos you're mine

Oh, you're mine

They're all moving into

these houses, Rosie.

A whole nation.

A whole f***ing world of plastic houses.

It's like a rash. It's eating up

this island like a case of bad acne.

In 30 years, there won't be

anything left that isn't suburbia...

...or the ghettos.

Cos they all want to live in places

with people exactly like themselves.

They have their own police forces,

some of them,

to keep their greedy

little children safe.

And they have the vanity to call this

place a community. Look at this crap!

That's not a house.

It's a thing to keep the TV dry.

I wish we had a TV.

No, you don't.

I swear, I solemnly believe

that humanity is now

officially descending

the ladder of evolution.

In a thousand years,

human beings will be the size of gerbils

and they'll have one

thought a year...

...in December.

They'll think about what

they want for Christmas.

Decline and rot, my angel,

that's the way of the world...

...except for you.

You're exempt.

Remember that.

Jack Slavin for Marty Rance.

Hey, Marty.

Me again.

That's government land

that you're eating into.

50 yards of nature preserve.

That is a wetland, as I'm sure you know.

You can call the cops if you want to.

I'll call them myself.

I look forward to

seeing the outcome.

We needed a doorstop.

What are you thinking about?

I'm going to plant the bell flowers

in front of the house today.

At least leave me

a place to walk.

- You're getting freckles.

- I always had those.

No, there's nothin'

you can send me

My own true love

There's nothing I'm

wishin' to be ownin'

Just carry yourself

back to me unspoiled

From across that

lonesome ocean

Oh, but I just thought

you might want something fine

Made of silver

or of golden

Either from the

mountains of Madrid

Or from the

coast of Barcelona

If I had the stars

of the darkest night

And the diamonds from

the deepest ocean

I'd forsake them all

for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm

wishin' to be ownin'

Rosie, Rosie.

That's a sweet little bridge,

but I wouldn't want to drive across it.

Well, seeing as we

never go anywhere...

You still don't understand

weight-stress ratios.

I understand them enough.

- Enough for what?

- Everyday needs.

The Latin name for "buttercup"

will only get you so far.

Let me write that again.

One more time...

...with feeling!

What is the Latin

name for "buttercup"?

Ranunculus Bulbosus.

What?

I'm glad I got to know

you for such a long time.

Don't say stuff like that.

- I have to face up to it.

- Shut up, OK?

Do you not think we should

get somebody in to help?

Who, a maid?

Don't go off, Rosie.

Go away.

What is it?

You're going to leave me soon.

You're the one that's

going to leave soon.

You're getting too big for me.

Look at the size

of that hand.

No, you're going to die.

It's just the way it is.

I mean, this thing may be...

pumping away for

some while to come.

When you die,

I'm going to die.

- What on earth are you

talking about? - I am.

What are you going to die of?

When you go, I'm going.

If you die,

there's no point to my life.

Tough luck.

Don't you ever say that again.

Do you hear me?

You never say that again.

Tell me a story.

Come on.

Once...

there was a girl...

and she lived in

a little tiny house.

And one day an ox came by.

And the girl was so polite,

she said,

"Ox, would you care to join me for tea?"

The ox wasn't used to being spoken to

very much. He was flattered.

He said,

"Thank you, yes. "

And he proceeded to put

his nose through the door.

His nose had a big ring in it.

The girl pulled as hard

as she could on the ring

to try to get the

ox through the door.

The ox pushed and pushed.

The girl pulled and pulled.

Cracks started to appear

around the walls.

Then the ox gave one

great almighty push.

The whole house

collapsed around them.

So she climbed up

on the ox's back

and they rode away together.

In the course of time,

they were married.

Let me look at you.

I'm never going to leave you,

you know.

I have to go to

town tonight, Rosie.

There's some stuff I've got to do there.

I may not be back until the morning.

- Will you be all right?

- Yeah.

- I'll see you later, Rosie.

- OK.

Seen a shooting star tonight

And I thought of you

You were trying to

break into another world

A world I never knew

I always kind of wondered

If you ever made it through

Seen a shooting star tonight

And I thought of you

Seen a shooting star tonight

And I thought of me

If I was still the same

If I ever became what

you wanted me to be

Did I miss the mark

Or overstep the line

That only you could see?

Seen a shooting star tonight

And I thought of me

- Is she here?

- She's downstairs.

You got thinner.

Hi, by the way.

I was thinking maybe

you'd come live with me.

- What?

- You heard.

You've never even

invited me out there.

- You like me that much, huh?

- Yep.

What about my kids?

Well, that goes without saying.

What about Rose?

- Have you thought this through?

- Through?

I've thought about it,

but I'm not clairvoyant.

- You know what I mean, Jack.

- Come live with me.

Quit your job.

Quit your jobs.

I can make life easier for you.

Just to prove that...

I'm in earnest...

Call that an early-retirement

package.

Er...

It's not coming out right, is it?

No.

I'm sorry.

Look, come live with me.

Give it a try.

I'll take care of you or you

take care of me. Whatever.

My kid needs a woman

around the place and... so do I.

I need you.

How's that?

What are you thinking?

I'm wondering if you're

crazy or not.

That's a waste of time, honey.

My poor tree house.

We can rebuild it. That's not a problem.

Do you really use it any more?

It's my house.

- Rose...

- Yes?

There's some people coming

that I've invited. Guests.

- Guests?

- People...

just come to stay for a while.

It's an experiment.

OK?

New chapter.

Hey!

Welcome, strangers.

- I see you er...

- Yeah. A couple of things.

So glad to finally meet you, Rose.

- I'm Jack.

- Yeah, I'm Thaddius.

Thaddius. Right.

You must be Rodney. Welcome.

These are my boys.

That's Thaddius...

Rodney...

This is Rose.

Oh, I'm Kathleen.

Wow!

Does anybody else live out here?

Er... used to be a commune.

There was 60 people living here,

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