The Coca-Cola Kid Page #2
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- 1985
- 98 min
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Well, they have throats.
l mean,
they must drink something.
There used to be a soft-drink
man down there, but...
that was a long time ago now--
Well, what the hell is he,
Frank, a Pepsi man?
Frank, l asked you a question.
There's no Pepsi or Coke
in Anderson Valley, l'm afraid.
How come she knows that
and you don't, Frank?
l come from there.
l know the man.
ls she telling me that this man
makes his own soft drink, Frank?
Since the beginning of time.
-Good ones.
-And he sells where we can't?
Fred, l want you to get me
all the data on that place.
l want to know why,
in the whole goddamn world...
that we don't sell
a single bottle down there.
He owns Anderson Valley.
He owns the people.
He owns the birds and the trees.
Rent me a four-wheel-drive
for tomorrow morning...
please, will you?
Now.
Sure.
l want to see
this Anderson Valley.
Right.
Fred, what are you doing...
for the next couple of days?
Frank, l want to go alone.
He might prefer
to go alone, Frank.
Take a gun.
''Take a gun.''
Projectionist...
would you see to it
that those tapes...
end up on my office desk,
please.
She'll be right, mate.
-Thank you.
-She's right, China.
-Say what?
-Anytime.
Frank, have you seen
the projectionist?
The guy is wearing
a f***ing Pepsi t-shirt.
l wouldn't worry about it.
He's just having us on.
lt's Australian humor.
lt's product disloyalty
is what it is, Frank.
Come off it, Becker.
l mean, look at it this way.
There's probably
a guy over at Pepsi...
wearing one of our t-shirts.
And he called me China.
Now why in the hell
would he call me China?
l don't know.
Maybe it's your squinty eyes.
l didn't expect
to find anything like this...
on the floor in the office.
l'm sorry.
l was feeding the fish.
l don't want to see anything
like that again, miss.
Terri. The name's Terri.
Yes, ma'am,
l know what your name is.
Speaking of the significance
of personal disorder...
J.F.K.--
John Fitzgerald Kennedy--
he used to comb his hair
fifteen minutes...
His aides were,
of course, complaining.
And what did he say?
He said,
''lt is not Jack Kennedy...
''that's going
to walk off this plane...
''but the United States
of America.''
Let's call it a day, shall we?
l'll see you in the morning.
Excuse me, sir, is there
anything l can do for you?
Excuse me, sir.
-Where's my alimony?
-Kim !
You shouldn't have come here.
Wait a minute.
Where's the 227 bucks
for our daughter?
Look, l'm telling you,
just get out of here.
You know l still love you.
Hello, security.
Why isn't anybody there?
Thank you, security.
Who is this?
Cleaning lady!
Kim !
Get off!
Thank you, cleaning lady.
Excuse me, sir, l hate
mixing into family affairs...
but l recommend
What are you, her new protector?
That's a nice tie, eh?
Please, stop.
God damn!
l only came here for my alimony!
Security!
OK. You sit real still.
Security!
Have you got him?
All right. Take him.
Take him. He's yours.
Yeah. Terri,
call the police, please.
l still want a family,
you know.
Excuse me, miss.
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
lt looks like you're making
photocopies of your face.
That's what l'm doing.
Yes, ma'am. No.
What l meant was...
what are you doing
in this office?
l come here all the time.
l'm DMZ.
That's what my parents call me.
lt means demilitarized zone.
When they throw things
at each other...
l'm off-limits.
Come here.
You have a seat right there.
-What's your name?
-Rebecca?
You can call me
the Coca-Cola Kid.
Rebecca!
OK?
-Look, l--
-Hi, Mommy.
l'm really sorry.
Look. Sorry.
That was Kim, my ex-husband.
He's very political...
and he's dedicated
to his beliefs.
You see, he makes his own vodka.
lt's something from potatoes
and chopped wood, l believe.
lt messes him up real bad.
Let's just see to it
that's not repeated, shall we?
Oh, no. Look.
lt won't be repeated.
He never does
the same thing twice.
Bye, Coca-Cola Kid!
Blazes.
And what the hell are you doing?
Sorry, mate.
Must have scared you
shitless, eh?
Yeah, you did.
Look, l'm really sorry.
Got some water in the tank.
Are you hurt, ma'am?
He means you.
Are you hurt?
No. lt's Duncan.
lt's Duncan. Poor soul.
He fell down the well.
-He's broken his arm.
-He's all bunged up.
Looks like l got some
trouble with the plugs.
Can you help us?
You put your hands
around my neck and fall back.
There you go.
That's all right.
You know,
this is what Marines are for.
Oh, you're a dear.
Just imagine, no man has carried
me in his arms since 1945...
and l like it.
Thank you, young man.
You're pretty strong
for someone so cute.
l'm Juliana.
Mr. Marine.
My name's Becker,
Atlanta, Georgia, USA.
This is my aunt Mrs. Haversham.
How do you do, Mrs. Haversham?
We're just taking Duncan
to the vet.
l'll have you there in no time.
Here. l believe this is yours.
Great.
Sweetie.
Duncan.
How's he doing, Mrs. Haversham?
Oh, he's wonderful.
He's so patient.
Grab this.
Hi. How you doing?
All right.
Did your missis
get those roses and manure?
Hello.
My name is Becker.
You need a doctor, sir?
No. l need a room.
Let me get some
medical attention for you, sir.
No. Well, you're
not gonna believe this...
if l tell you,
but l was driving my jeep...
and this plane comes overhead
and lands right in front of me.
This little lady
was sitting there.
l took a fellow
to a hospital.
Oh, l see.
l need a room.
Just put your name there, sir.
What's your business?
Coca-Cola lnternational.
You must be here to
see T. George, then, eh?
No, not at all.
Why? Who's T. George?
Everybody knows T. George, sir.
And every year some fellow
comes from Coca-Cola...
to talk to him.
And they're never heard of
or seen again, right?
Straight across, sir.
-May l speak to Mr. McDowell?
-Who's calling, sir?
My name is Becker.
l'm visiting from
the United States.
-Mr. Becker?
-Yes, ma'am.
ls this a tourist visit, sir?
Why, no, ma'am.
This is not a tourist visit.
l'd like to arrange
a meeting with Mr. McDowell...
to discuss some business,
if l might.
Mr. McDowell isn't
available at the moment.
-Say what?
-l'm sorry.
Mr. McDowell is very busy
at the moment.
l understand that
Mr. McDowell is very busy.
Can l take a message for him?
You got it!
Move it across here.
One, two, three, four, up!
Everything's apple pulp.
Justin!
How you doing tonight?
l'm sorry, sir.
You aren't booked here anymore.
Like hell l'm not.
ls this your luggage, sir?
We thought--the boss said
that you were checked out.
Well, you can tell the boss
l'm checking in again, OK?
There aren't any rooms.
lt looks to me like there's
plenty of keys for rooms.
There are keys, sir,
but there aren't any rooms.
Jesus Christ.
What the hell is going on?
Would you like to have
a steak or a cup of tea?
lt'll calm you right down.
T. George.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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