The Broken Circle Breakdown Page #3

- F*** you.

Yeah, f*** you.

- F*** you!

You were never for it. Never!

- What did you say?

F*** you! You b*tch!

You f***ing b*tch!

Sorry.

These are the coolest tattoos

I've ever seen.

Come in, I'll do you one.

- No, no.

Come in.

- It's not my kind of thing. Honestly.

What could possibly be worth putting

on your body and never be removed?

Don't you regret any of your tattoos?

- Of course I do.

But it's not a problem. If you no longer

like one, you put another one on top.

Really?

- Look.

The name of my first love, Billy,

used to be here.

And here, Joey. Joey was a nice boy.

And here Tommy. See?

- Yes, yes.

You can still see him a bit.

Tommy, the surfer.

And then, Mathieu.

That's fairly recent.

Sorry, um...

I don't know

what's the matter with me today.

We were talking about something else.

We were talking about you.

- Me?

Oh yes, that there's nothing in

your life worth putting on your body.

There are loads of

worthwhile things in my life.

But putting them on my body...

- So tell me, what are they then?

I've been crazy about America

all my life.

America?

- Yes, America.

It's the best place on earth.

No matter where you're from, when you

get there you can start all over again.

It's a country of dreamers.

An eagle.

- Yeah, yeah.

You really do want to give me a tattoo.

- I need to earn a living.

Elvis.

What d'you mean, Elvis?

- A tattoo of Elvis.

Elvis is the greatest musician

of all time.

Elvis? Elvis Presley?

Yes.

- For goodness' sake!

That's fantastic.

That's one of the best songs ever.

But it isn't by Elvis.

It's by Hank Williams.

Hank... The cowboy?

- The cowboy, yes. Hank Williams.

Elvis is a pansy!

The greatest musician in the whole world

is Bill Monroe.

- Who?

Bill Monroe.

Bill Monroe.

- Never heard of him.

The father of bluegrass music.

Bluegrass.

- Something to do with country music?

It's country music at its most pure.

A violin, an upright bass, a mandolin,

a guitar and a banjo.

Just strings, purely acoustic.

And voices.

It's absolutely sublime.

A very good bluegrass band is

performing near here Friday evening.

I will definitely be there.

My name's Didier, by the way.

- Elise.

You're right.

Things have to change.

Sweetheart...

Darling.

Come on.

Just a moment.

- No, no.

Let me through.

- Sir.

I need to stay with my wife.

Come on, sir.

What are you doing?

What's that?

- It's...

it's a sticker of a hawk.

A hawk sticker from the DIY store.

It's supposed to frighten the birds away

so that they no longer fly into

the glass in your terranda.

Cool, eh?

What?

Nothing.

You do realize that doesn't solve

anything for the birds in the long term?

Eh, sweetheart?

You're serious, aren't you?

- Of course I am.

How are the birds ever going

to learn what glass is?

Now they're scared of the hawk but

that's cheating, it's an illusion.

Why do you always have to...

- It isn't a hawk, it's a sticker.

There's glass here.

- This is a solution, OK?

There's a solution for every problem.

Hey, guys.

- Look who it is. Hi.

Back home.

You look lovely in your underpants.

- He does, eh?

Who was the beer for?

- There was one for me.

Did you have a ticket?

- Yes.

Me too, I ordered one.

- No way.

You only had three tickets.

- Last week I...

Last week what?

- I bought everyone loads of drinks...

For months we were

surrounded by stem cells

and we had the feeling that

medical science wasn't going far enough.

That the brakes had been applied.

It's a feeling you can't explain

and your child dies...

And then you hear that

bastards like that

have been slowing

everything down for years.

For religious reasons.

Didier...

That's America.

It is allowed here, it's just that

they haven't got that far yet.

Because those bastards have been

slowing everything down for years.

But what gives them

the right to do that? Eh?

They call themselves pro-life.

Technology for killing people

knows no bounds,

but technology for curing people

is a different story.

Because embryos are grown

outside of marriage.

Embryos the size of a pinhead.

The hypocritical bastard!

Pro-life? My arse, arsehole!

Bunch of extremist fundamentalists!

Stick your cross up your arse!

Next to your brain. Goddammit!

Didier...

Don't.

- Bloody hell, Elise.

The whole world is

obsessed with religion.

The whole world has gone crazy!

And so have you.

D'you think I don't know?

That I'm stupid? Do you?

D'you think I don't know

why that sticker is there?

Because you believe

Maybelle may come back to see you

and fly into that glass?

Is that it?

Sweetheart...

Stop a moment. Stop a moment.

Stop a moment. Stop. Just a moment.

I want to ask you something.

If Johnny's allowed to do it, so am I.

Elise, will you marry me?

- No.

Please.

Help me, ladies and gentlemen. Elise!

- No!

Pass me a pin.

Just stick it in.

- That's what I'm doing.

Do you?

I'll just be a moment.

Hi.

- Hi.

How's things?

- OK.

Are you sleeping here now?

Yes, for now.

I've got a mattress upstairs.

It's only temporary, eh, sweetheart?

Elise, I...

What would I do without you, Elise?

It's not Elise anymore.

I've changed my name.

I'm called Alabama now.

What?

Alabama.

Alabama?

Yes. I've changed my name, like

the Indians do when they feel like it.

When they feel they've taken

another step in their life.

Come on, Elise, don't be so silly.

Just call me Alabama. OK?

Will I see you Saturday?

Are we still performing together?

Or is that over too?

Well? Will you be there?

Yes.

Why does she always call me?

You were too nice to her.

Hello, Elise.

- Hello.

Everything OK?

- Sure.

So he's still allowed to say Elise?

Or haven't you told them yet?

No.

- No? She's not called Elise anymore.

She's officially changed her name.

She's now called Alabama.

Really?

- Is that true?

On your passport and everything?

- Yes.

So we have to call you Alabama now?

Seriously?

Hello, Alabama.

- Alabama.

Hey, Alabama...

May I ask you something?

Who am I?

If you're Alabama, who am I?

Monroe.

Oh, Bill Monroe.

- No, Marilyn Monroe.

I want a cool bluegrass name too.

Go on, give him a name...

I know, Linda.

Simple. You're Linda.

- Come on, guys.

What?

- You're never happy, are you?

Do you know...

Do you know who I feel sorry for?

The scientists who, since Darwin,

have spent their time studying biology.

Who have tried to explain this wonderful

world, to describe it and study it.

Who've spent their whole life doing it

in the most difficult conditions.

And who now hear that

there are still spastics

who question the theory of evolution.

Because it was Yahweh.

Yahweh created everything

and he did it in six days.

And not in 4.5 billion years.

It's enough to make you puke.

Bunch of imbeciles!

But let me tell you something.

Yahweh,

the God from the Old Testament, the God

that 80% of the world kneels before,

is by far the most evil person

in literature.

Check out your Bible.

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