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(Reunion's "Life is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me)")
♪ B.B. BUMBLE AND THE STINGERS, MOTT THE HOOPLE ♪
♪ RAY CHARLES SINGERS, LONNIE MACK AND TWANGIN' EDDY ♪
♪ HERE'S MY RING, WE'RE GOING STEADY ♪
♪ TAKE IT EASY, TAKE ME HIGHER, LIAR, LIAR, HOUSE ON FIRE ♪
♪ LOCO-MOTION, POCO, PASSION, DEEPER PURPLE, SATISFACTION ♪
(beep)
♪ SAMMY'S COOKIN', LESLEY GORE, RITCHIE VALENS, END OF STORY ♪
(beep)
♪ RICHARD PERRY, SPECTOR, BARRY ♪
♪ ARCHIES, RIGHTEOUS, NILSSON, HARRY ♪
♪ SHIMMY, SHIMMY, KO-KO-BOP ♪
♪ AND FATS IS BACK AND FINGER POPPIN' ♪
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK, BUT THE RADIO ROLLED ME ♪
(click)
♪ GOTTA TURN IT UP LOUDER ♪
♪ SO MY DEEJAY TOLD ME ♪
♪ WHOO, WHOO ♪
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ BUT THE RADIO ROLLED ME ♪
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK, BUT THE RADIO ♪
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
♪ BUT THE RADIO, WHOO! ♪
♪♪
♪ WHOO, WHOO, WHOO, YEAH, WHOO, WHOO, WHOO ♪
♪ ARTHUR JANOV'S PRIMAL SCREAMIN', HAWKINS, JAY ♪
♪ AND DALE AND RONNIE, KUKLA, FRAN AND NORMAN, OKLA ♪
♪ DENVER, JOHN AND OSMOND, DONNY ♪
♪ JJ CALE AND ZZ TOP AND L.L. BEAN AND DEDE DINAH ♪
♪ DAVID BOWIE, STEELY DAN AND SING ME PROUDER CC RIDER ♪
(Vic) WHOO-HOO!
THAT'S THEY'RE, SAMMY. SHAKE YOUR MONEYMAKER.
COME ON, SAMMY! GO, SAMMY!
♪♪
DAD?
YEAH, SAMMY! WHOO-HOO!
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
WHOO-HOO!
(laughs) THAT'S MY BOY!
(laughs)
COME ON, MOVE THOSE FEET, SAMMY.
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
YEAH! GO, SAMMY! (laughs)
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
GO, SAMMY! (laughs)
♪ LIFE IS A ROCK ♪
♪ AT THE END OF MY RAINBOW ♪
♪ LIES A GOLDEN OLDIE ♪
(siren wailing in distance)
(panting)
(Windy) JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER SIX HOURS.
WINDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?
I THINK THERE'S A MOUSE IN MY APARTMENT.
I COULDN'T SLEEP THERE.
WINDY, WHEN WE EXCHANGED KEYS, IN WAS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY.
SINCE WHEN ARE MOUSE DROPPINGS NOT AN EMERGENCY?
(clears throat)
MOUSE DROPPINGS ARE LIKE
THE ENCYCLOPEDIA SALESMAN'S BROCHURES
OF THE RODENT WORLD. THEY LET YOU KNOW THAT
THEY WERE THERE AND THAT THEY'RE COMING BACK SOON.
(sighs deeply) YEAH.
WHY DO MICE AND ONLY MICE GET "DROPPINGS"
WHEN EVERY OTHER CRITTER GETS POOP OR CRAP OR ***?
WELL, RABBITS HAVE ALSO BEEN BESTOWED WITH DROPPINGS.
BATS HAVE GUANO, AND COWS HAVE DUNG.
RIGHT. AND THEN THERE'S MANURE.
I ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT MANURE.
YEAH, WINDY, THIS IS NOT HOW I PREFER TO START MY DAY--
DISCUSSING THE SPECIES OF FECES.
(shuts refrigerator)
OF THE FUTURE?
EVERY NIGHT NOW.
DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF ME BEING THERE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS?
I THINK IT MEANS I'M FURTHER AWAY THAN I EVER WAS.
OR... MAYBE RATHER POSSIBLY...
MAYBE RATHER POSSIBLY WHAT?
MAYBE RATHER POSSIBLY
IT MEANS THAT YOU ARE CLOSE TO GOING BACK.
MY NAME IS SAM TYLER.
I WAS IN AN ACCIDENT, AND I WOKE UP IN 1973.
I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHY I'M HERE,
BUT WHATEVER'S HAPPENED,
IT'S LIKE I'VE LANDED ON A DIFFERENT PLANET.
NOW MAYBE IF I CAN WORK OUT THE REASON, I CAN GET HOME.
♪♪
PEOPLE HAVE GOT TO KNOW
WHETHER OR NOT THEIR PRESIDENT'S A CROOK.
WELL, I'M NOT A CROOK.
I'VE EARNED EVERYTHING I'VE GOT.
LET ME JUST SAY THIS. I WANNA SAY THIS...
IT'S THE END OF DAYS, RAY.
NOT SO FAST. I BELIEVE HIM. HE AIN'T NO CROOK.
YOU'LL SEE. *** NIXON'S IN FOR THE LONG RUN.
(imitates Richard Nixon) OR MAYBE
YOU WON'T HAVE NIXON TO KICK AROUND ANYMORE.
(normal voice) FOR GOOD THIS TIME.
(Nixon speaking indistinctly)
HE'S NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS.
WHAT'S FUNNY, CHRIS?
(man) COME ON, RIGHT OVER HERE.
BUT DON'T TELL RAY.
OKAY.
(telephone rings)
(ring)
1-2-5 SQUAD. DETECTIVE TYLER.
(distorted male voice) Hello, Sam.
Still want to go home?
OF COURSE.
I'm going to need you to do three things, Sam.
You do these three things, you'll be back.
First, I'm going to need you to save yourself, Sam.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
You have to save yourself. That's the first thing.
I'll be in touch.
(line disconnects)
HELLO?
(clicking telephone receiver)
MA'AM, HOLD IT! COME ON!
ROSE?
ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT IS IT?
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
HE'S GONE. HIS FATHER CAME AND TOOK HIM, AND HE'S GONE.
YOU'RE SAYING VIC HAS BEEN COMING AROUND,
AND YOU NEGLECTED TO LET US KNOW.
HE TOLD ME IT WAS ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING,
THAT HE WAS WRONGLY ACCUSED,
THAT THE COPS--THAT YOU PEOPLE WERE TRYING TO RAILROAD HIM.
AND YOU BELIEVED HIM?
LADY, HOW MANY TIMES DOES ONE GUY HAVE TO CRAP ON YOUR HEAD
BEFORE YOU STOP WEARING IT AS A HAT?
WHAT?
OKAY.
ROSE... JUST TELL US WHAT HAPPENED, PLEASE.
(sighs) HE CAME BY TODAY.
HE BROUGHT ME FLOWERS, A TOY FOR SAMMY.
HE SAID THAT--THAT HE WOULD BE ABLE TO FIX EVERYTHING,
THAT EVERYTHING WAS GONNA BE OKAY
AND THAT WE COULD BE A FAMILY AGAIN.
AND THEN HE ASKED ME TO GO FETCH HIM
ONE OF THOSE ICE CREAM CUPS HE LIKES...
AND I WENT INTO THE KITCHEN, AND THEN WHEN I CAME BACK,
ALL RIGHT, PUT OUT AN ALARM.
MOSKOWITZ, HAVE THE TROOPS LOOKING FOR VIC TYLER YET AGAIN.
(Moskowitz) GOT IT.
(Gene) RAY.
LOOK AT THOSE CAVEMEN GO.
ROSE, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
WHERE VIC MIGHT'VE TAKEN LITTLE SAMMY?
HE HAS A-A ROOM... (sniffles)
IN--IN A BASEMENT DOWN ON GARRETT.
A-A LITTLE ROOM. MAYBE THEY'RE THERE.
(pens clink)
YOU HAVE AN ADDRESS?
OH, YES.
GOOD.
THANKS, MA.
I MEAN... THANK YOU.
DETECTIVE?
YEAH?
WHEN YOU FIND SAMMY, WILL YOU GIVE HIM THIS, PLEASE?
(sniffles) IT'S HIS FAVORITE.
DON'T WORRY, ROSE. WE'RE GONNA FIND SAMMY.
AND YOU AND HE ARE GONNA HAVE A LONG LIFE TOGETHER.
AND WHEN YOU'RE GRAY AND OLD,
HE'S GONNA READ "GULLIVER'S TRAVELS" TO YOU.
HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE?
TRUST ME.
I KNOW.
(sighs)
WHAT'S TAKING RAY AND CHRIS SO LONG TO GET HERE?
YOU OKAY, DETECTIVE?
YEAH.
(horn honks in distance)
NO.
WE GOTTA FIND LITTLE SAMMY.
VIC TYLER IS...
WELL...
THIS GUY SHOT YOU. I APPRECIATE THAT.
THE FIVE MEN HAVE SHOT ME SINCE I BEEN ON THE JOB,
I SWORE I'D HUNT THEM DOWN, EACH AND EVERY ONE--
EVEN THOSE THAT WERE IN JAIL OR DEAD--
UNTIL I REALIZED THAT WAS A FOOL'S MISSION.
REVENGE IS FOR THE WEAK.
THE STRONG? THEY...
BRUSH IT OFF AND SAY,
"THANKS FOR THE GUNSHOT, DINKWEED,
BUT I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL IT."
YEAH, IT'S--IT'S JUST...
THIS FAMILY...
I FEEL CONNECTED TO THEM...
SOMEHOW.
YOU GOT FAMILY, TYLER? IN HYDE?
NOPE.
NOT ANYMORE.
NOT SO MUCH AS YOU'D HOPE.
WELL, MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU CAME TO THE 1-2-5,
'CAUSE WE'RE JUST A BIG BRICK-BLASTING,
CRIME-STOPPING, ***-KICKING FAMILY,
(laughs)
I SUPPOSE YOU ARE.
I SUPPOSE WE ARE, YOU MEAN.
I SUPPOSE WE ARE, I MEAN.
ALL RIGHT.
(exhales deeply)
BOSS, WHAT IF I TOLD YOU
THAT I DON'T KNOW
WHAT OR WHERE HYDE IS?
AND WHAT IF I TOLD YOU...
THAT I WAS HIT BY A CAR IN 2008,
AND I WOKE UP HERE?
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY ABOUT ALL THAT?
(sighs)
I'D SAY... "THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING."
(laughs)
YEAH.
WE DON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR CHRIS AND RAY.
LET'S GET THIS CANDLE LIT.
YOU REALLY BEEN SHOT FIVE TIMES, GENE?
SHOT FIVE TIMES. SHOT AT, 351 TIMES.
YOU COUNT?
TWO THINGS YOU ALWAYS COUNT, TYLER--
GUNSHOTS AND BLESSINGS.
(shuts car door)
YOU TAKE THE FRONT. I'LL TAKE THE BACK.
(dog barking in distance)
(door creaks)
(man) STOP RIGHT THERE, COWBOY.
DON'T MOVE. BACK IT UP.
PUT 'EM ON.
WHERE'S THE KEY?
(electricity whirring)
(light cord clicks)
(grunts and groans)
(pants)
(smack)
(Vic) HEY, BUMPER, GRAB THAT FOR ME.
DON'T MIND HIM, SAMMY. HE'S JUST SLEEPIN', HUH?
(zips up bag)
HOW ABOUT A TRIP, SAMMY, HUH? YOU WANNA TAKE A TRIP?
YOU GO FAR AWAY? THEN MOMMY SHOULD COME MEET US.
WE'LL HAVE A REAL GOOD TIME. YOU KNOW, WE'LL, UH,
WE'LL EAT ICE CREAM AND HUNT FOR CRABS ALL DAY ON THE BEACH?
THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
YEAH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
LOOK AT BUMPER.
NO. NO.
(grunts)
GET HIM IN THE VAN. COME ON, LET'S GO.
(Bumper groans)
YOUR HUSBAND WAS WANTED BY THE LAW,
AND YOU LET HIM JUST COME IN AND OUT OF YOUR HOME
WHENEVER HE WANTED WITHOUT LETTING US KNOW.
WHICH IS CALLED "HINDERING PROSECUTION,"
AND CAN LAND YOU SQUARE IN THE POKEY.
WHAT IS IT, NO-NUTS?
MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE IT EASY ON HER.
WE GOT A WIT, SAYS HE SAW TWO GUYS--
ONE THAT MATCHES VIC'S DESCRIPTION--
WITH A LITTLE KID, CARRYING A DRUNK INTO THE VAN.
HE DIDN'T CATCH THE PLATES, THOUGH.
I KNOW. I-I FEEL TERRIBLE ABOUT DETECTIVE SKYWALKER.
WHAT?
DETECTIVE SKYWALKER.
YEAH, WE DON'T KNOW WHO THAT IS.
LUKE. LUKE. LUKE SKYWALKER.
I AM NOT IN A PLEASANT MOOD, LADY, SO YOU EITHER TELL US
WHERE THAT SCHEMING GUTTERSNIPE HUSBAND OF YOURS TOOK MY GUY,
OR YOU'LL BE BAKING TUNA CASSEROLE
FOR 300 UGLY BROADS IN A CRAPPY KITCHEN
IN THE WOMEN'S PENITENTIARY!
I DON'T KNOW!
DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD TELL YOU IF I KNEW?! HE'S GOT MY SON!
(crying)
HE'S GOT MY SON.
(Rose sniffles)
(steady beeping)
(pants) WHERE'S THE BOY?
WHERE?
(gagging)
IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?!
(strained voice) THAT'S WHAT WE CALL "IRONY."
(gasping and gagging)
(gasps)
(exhaling deeply)
(sighs)
YOU'RE ONE FINE FREAK.
BUT I RECOGNIZED THAT
THE FIRST TIME I EVER LAID EYES ON YOU.
YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU ARE? HMM? (chuckles)
YOU'RE THE MISSING PIECE OF THE PUZZLE.
AND I DIDN'T REALIZE IT
UNTIL YOU CAME GALLOPING INTO THE FLOP THIS MORNING.
WHAT THE HELL YOU TALKING ABOUT?
WE'RE MAKING BIG MOVES, A BRAND-NEW OPERATION.
WE'RE GONNA MAKE SO MUCH MONEY
THAT WE'RE GONNA BE ABLE TO MAKE A CASH OFFER
FOR THE WHOLE ISLAND OF MANHATTAN.
(scoffs)
ALL I NEED IS A MAN INSIDE--
A COP ON MY PAD--
AND THAT'S WHERE YOU FIT IN.
SURE I CAN, AND WITH YOUR HELP.
YOU KNOW, YOU PLAY THIS BOY SCOUT,
BUT YOU'RE REALLY A DEMON. I CAN SEE THAT.
YOU'RE A BLOODTHIRSTY MONGREL,
YOU'RE DEPRAVED AND YOU'RE FURIOUS
BECAUSE YOU WANT THINGS TO BE DIFFERENT.
I CAN SEE THAT, TOO.
BECAUSE AFTER ALL,
IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE....
BOY.
HI, ROSE.
LIEUTENANT HUNT ASKED ME TO TALK TO YOU.
YOU KNOW, I GOTTA SAY,
I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU WORK WITH THOSE MEN.
WELL, I JUST PRETEND IT'S FAR, FAR IN THE FUTURE,
AND THEY WORK FOR ME.
(chuckles)
ROSE, I NEED YOU TO THINK-- WHERE WOULD VIC TAKE THEM?
WHERE WOULD HE TAKE LITTLE SAMMY?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM ANYMORE.
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER 11 YEARS, MARRIED FOR 7. BUT HE'S...
HE'S A STRANGER TO ME NOW.
DETECTIVE SKYWALKER--
HE...
TALKS ABOUT YOU AND SAMMY.
YOU'RE ON HIS MIND A LOT.
WHY IS THAT, DO YOU THINK?
WELL, I THINK IT'S BECAUSE IN A LOT OF WAYS,
YOU REMIND HIM OF HIS OWN MOTHER.
IT'S FUNNY, YOU SAYING THAT.
WHY?
UH...
(sighs)
SOMETIMES...
WHEN I'M WITH HIM-- DETECTIVE SKYWALKER--
I SWEAR...
IT'S LIKE I'M LOOKING AT MY OWN SAMMY... (sniffles)
ALL GROWN UP. (chuckles)
IT'S OCCURRED TO ME MANY TIMES...
AS A MOTHER, YOU HAVE A VISION OF...
OF WHAT YOUR CHILD IS GONNA BE LIKE AS AN ADULT.
AND, FOR ME, MY--MY IDEA--
MY IDEAL OF LITTLE SAMMY AS A MAN
ALWAYS GOES TO DETECTIVE SKYWALKER.
OH, IT'S SILLY, I KNOW. (sniffles)
NO.
NOT AT ALL.
(grunts)
(groans)
(exhales deeply)
(click)
(click)
(Rose) VIC WASN'T ALWAYS LIKE THIS.
WE HAD REALLY GREAT TIMES IN THE BEGINNING,
YOU WERE HAPPY?
VERY HAPPY.
(Annie) WHEN WERE YOU THE HAPPIEST?
IT'S NOT SO MUCH WHEN AS WHERE.
(pinging sound)
BEFORE SAMMY WAS BORN, WE USED TO SUMMER
IN THIS LOVELY LITTLE SEASIDE TOWN.
IN FACT, IT'S WHERE SAMMY WAS CONCEIVED.
(pinging sound continues)
HYDE.
THE NAME OF THE TOWN WAS HYDE.
(pinging sound grows louder)
(seagulls squawking in distance)
(man) YOU WANTED TO SAY GOOD-BYE TO YOUR FATHER.
WE JUST CHOSE WHICH FATHER.
YOU'RE ALMOST THERE, SAM.
YOU'RE SO CLOSE.
(voice echoing) ♪ THE SANDMAN'S COMING FROM A DISTANT STAR ♪
♪ HIS SILVER-- ♪
WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
I HAD TO BRING HER HERE.
SHE MISSED HER HYDE.
(pinging sound)
(beeps)
(pinging sound resumes)
(gasping)
(groans)
(ding, coins dropping)
(man) 1-2-5 Squad.
YEAH, THIS IS DETECTIVE TYLER. GET ME LIEUTENANT HUNT.
Detective, where are you? You all right? It's Rizzo.
YEAH. I--
(electronic crackle)
(man, distorted voice) Hey there, Sam.
Back to the egg, huh, fella?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
It's the mother ship, Sam.
It's where it all begins and ends.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE?
IT'S YOU, ISN'T IT? IT'S FRANK MORGAN.
I told you there were three things you have to do.
You're on your way to doing the first thing.
Now I need you to do the second thing.
AND WHAT'S THE SECOND THING?
WHAT?
Just duck!
(gunshot)
(gunfire, bullets ricocheting)
ENTER!
I CAN'T GET THE HYDE POLICE DEPARTMENT ON THE PHONE.
IT JUST RINGS AND RINGS AND RINGS.
THAT'S BECAUSE THE ENTIRE HYDE POLICE FORCE
IS COMPRISED OF ONE FAT MAN AND A DOBERMAN PINSCHER.
SO WHAT DO WE DO?
WELL, WHAT WE SHOULDN'T DO IS START JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS
THAT JUST 'CAUSE NO-NUTS THINKS ALL ROADS LEAD TO HYDE,
I'M TELLING YOU, SAM IS IN HYDE.
(Ray) WHAT, DIDN'T YOU KNOW?
HER AND THE SPACEMAN HAVE A CONNECTION.
THEY'RE, UH, WHAT DO YOU CALL? KINDRED SPIRITS.
NO-NUTS BURNS HERSELF ON THE STOVE,
AND TYLER WINCES TWO TOWNS OVER, RIGHT, NO-NUTS?
AW, PLEASE! THEY'RE IN LOVE.
TYLER BURPS, AND, UH,
SHE LOOKS AT HIM LIKE HE'S SINGING A MELODY.
I MEAN, TO ME, THE WHOLE THING IS NAUSEATING.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. IS THAT TRUE, NORRIS?
NO, SIR.
THEN WHAT MAKES YOU SO SURE THEY'RE IN HYDE?
I KNOW IT, SIR.
I KNOW IT IN MY BONES.
THEY'RE IN HYDE.
(groans)
(groaning)
WHERE'S THE BOY?
I DON'T KNOW!
(groans) VIC'LL KILL ME, I TELL YA!
IT GOES LIKE THIS.
IF YOU DON'T TELL ME, I KILL YOU.
I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS.
YOU KNOW WHAT AN AWFUL WAY THAT IS TO DIE? BEATEN TO DEATH?
SOME SAY IT'S THE WORST. YOU KNOW WHY?
(grunts)
WAIT A MINUTE. FOR GOD SAKES, WAIT A MINUTE.
WE GOT A BOAT. VIC WANTS TO TAKE HIS KID AWAY, FAR AWAY,
ON A BOAT.
YOU WANNA TAKE A TRIP? YOU WANNA GO FAR AWAY?
THEN MOMMY-- SHE'LL COME MEET US.
YOU SURE YOU'RE A COP?
'CAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE AN ASTRONAUT.
WHERE'S THE BOAT?
SAMMY. HOW YOU DOING, KID?
I MISS MY MOMMY.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I GOT SOMETHIN' FOR YOU.
FROM MOMMY.
SO YOU PLAY WITH THAT, AND I'LL BE RIGHT BACK, OKAY?
DON'T MOVE.
OH, MAN, I SWEAR TO GOD, THERE'S A NUCLEAR WAR,
AND ALL HUMANITY IS WIPED OUT,
IT'S JUST GONNA BE YOU AND THE COCKROACHES.
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THAT, HUH?
YOU LIKE BEING THE KING OF THE COCKROACHES, SAM? HMM?
I'M TAKING YOU IN, VIC.
(scoffs) YEAH. NO, THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
YOU SEE, ME AND SAMMY-- WE'RE GONNA GET OUT OF DODGE
FOR A WHILE, LET THE NEW OPERATION TAKE HOLD.
AND THEN WE'RE GONNA CRUISE BACK HERE--
FATHER AND SON-- AND WE'RE GONNA EAT
ALL THE BUTTER AND EGGS IN NEW YORK CITY.
THAT LITTLE BOY IN THERE--
HE WORSHIPS YOU.
HE THINKS YOU'RE HEROIC, VIC.
BUT HE ALSO SENSES SOMETHING ELSE.
HE CAN'T FIND THE WORDS.
BUT HE RECOGNIZES THE DARKNESS INSIDE OF YOU.
HE'S TERRIFIED OF IT.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THE REALLY BAD NEWS IS FOR YOU RIGHT NOW?
NO. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME?
I'M NOT.
I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU ANYMORE, VIC.
AND I SURE AS HELL DON'T THINK YOU'RE HEROIC!
(grunts)
AAH!
(groans)
UHH!
AAH!
(groans)
(both grunting)
AAH!
(grunting)
(groans)
AAH!
(gags)
(laughs)
(grunts)
YOU WANNA COME WORK WITH ME NOW?
YOU CAN'T DO THIS, VIC.
WHY NOT?!
BECAUSE-- BECAUSE I'M YOUR SON.
(laughs)
I KNOW YOU ARE.
(laughing)
(gunshot)
(thud)
(coughs)
DAD?
(seagulls squawking)
HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME?
NO-NUTS HERE IS BECOMING A REGULAR COLUMBO.
(sighs)
YOU OKAY, TYLER?
(panting) YEAH.
(sighs) THANKS, GENE.
(panting)
(Elton John) ♪ AND NOW I KNOW ♪
♪ SPANISH HARLEM ♪
♪ ARE NOT JUST PRETTY WORDS TO SAY ♪
♪♪
MOMMY!
OH! SAMMY! OH!
(crying)
I'M SORRY ABOUT VIC.
HE WENT WRONG A LONG TIME AGO.
I JUST REFUSED TO SEE IT.
(sniffles) AT LEAST NOW HE CAN'T POISON MY LITTLE BOY.
WELL, I TOLD YOU, WHEN YOU'RE GRAY AND OLD,
SAM'S GONNA READ TO YOU FROM "GULLIVER'S TRAVELS."
♪ AND I THANK THE LORD ♪
♪ THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE LIKE YOU ♪
(distorted noise)
♪ I THANK THE LORD THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE LIKE YOU ♪
BY THE WAY, MY NAME ISN'T LUKE SKYWALKER.
IT'S NOT?
NO. IT'S SAM.
IT'S SAM TYLER.
♪ TURN AROUND AND SAY GOOD MORNING ♪
♪ TO THE NIGHT ♪
♪ FOR UNLESS THEY SEE THE SKY ♪
♪ BUT THEY CAN'T, AND THAT IS WHY ♪
(knock on door)
(Gene) ENTER!
♪♪
♪ THIS BROADWAY'S GOT ♪
♪ IT'S GOT A LOT OF SONGS TO SING ♪
YOU WANTED TO SEE ME, SIR?
I DID.
I HAVE GIVEN THIS A LOT OF THOUGHT, NORRIS.
AND IT PAINS ME TO HAVE TO SAY IT,
SIR--
YOU'RE NOT.
(opens envelope)
YOU ARE WORTHY OF THIS ONE.
AND I'M PROMOTING YOU TO DETECTIVE.
♪ PEOPLE I HAVE FOUND ♪
♪ I THANK THE LORD... ♪
THANK YOU, SIR.
RAY.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO INFORM HER OF THE NEW MONIKER?
♪ WHILE MONA LISA... ♪
COME ON, RAY.
HEY-AH-HUT!
"NO MORE NO-NUTS" NORRIS.
YES, INDEED.
DETECTIVE THIRD GRADE "NO MORE NO-NUTS" NORRIS.
(laughs)
♪ SEE THE SKY ♪
♪ BUT THEY CAN'T, AND THAT IS WHY ♪
WHOO! (laughs)
♪ THEY KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OR OF IT'S LIGHT ♪
(slams shot glass)
(sighs) SAM...
YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY?
I DON'T KNOW, CHRIS.
I DON'T KNOW
WHY THINGS HAPPEN THE WAY THEY DO.
DO YOU?
IT GOES LIKE THIS, SPACEMAN.
WE LIVE ON A ROCK.
THERE AIN'T NO RHYME. THERE AIN'T NO REASON.
WE LIVE ON A ROCK-- JUST ONE OF MANY
HURTLING AROUND IN SOME BIG COSMIC JAMBALAYA.
RAY, NOT NOW. HE--
UNH-UNH. MY MA TOOK ME TO A BIG, LOUD CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY.
SHE SQUEEZED HER EYES SHUT,
SHE PRESSED HER ROSARY BEADS TO HER LIPS,
AND SHE PRAYED FOR GOOD THINGS FOR THOSE SHE LOVED.
BUT CANCER TOOK TWO OF HER SISTERS.
HER HUSBAND COULDN'T MAKE A MOVE WITHOUT A BELLYFUL OF GIN.
HER YOUNGEST SON TURNED TO A LIFE OF CRIME.
AND HER OLDEST--ME-- IS A NASTY SON OF A ***
WHO CAN'T GET OUT OF THIRD GEAR WITHOUT A SNARL.
SO WHO WAS SHE TALKING TO EVERY SUNDAY,
AND WHY WASN'T HE ANSWERING?
I WILL TELL YOU WHY.
BECAUSE WE LIVE ON A ROCK, JUST ONE OF MANY.
THERE AIN'T NO ANSWERS. THERE'S JUST THIS.
AND ALL YOU CAN REALLY HOPE TO DO
IS FIND A COUPLE OF PEOPLE
WHO WILL MAKE THE 70 OR 80-ODD YEARS
WE GET TO LIVE ON THIS SWEET, SWINGIN' SPHERE
REMOTELY TOLERABLE.
I GOTTA TAKE A LEAK.
WHAT HE SAID.
♪ KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OUTSIDE OR LIGHT ♪
(Windy) 2-B, LISTEN TO THIS.
OKAY, SO THAT PARTY THAT I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT--
THE ONE IN SOHO--YEAH, WELL, DAVID BOWIE WAS THERE.
AND HE ASKED ME TO MOVE TO SPAIN WITH HIM
AND RAISE PRAYING MANTISES.
DAVID BOWIE.
WHY DOES IT ALWAYS COME BACK TO DAVID BOWIE?
DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT ERIC CLAPTON IS GOD,
LIKE THE BUMPER STICKERS SAY? I MEAN, I REALLY HOPE SO.
IT WOULD MAKE THE WORLD A SAFER PLACE.
DON'T YOU THINK, 2-B?
I MEAN, EVERYBODY WORSHIPING ROCK 'N' ROLL?
"THEY MADE SIGNS FOR ME TO COME DOWN FROM THE ROCK
"AND GO TOWARDS THE SHORE, WHICH I ACCORDINGLY DID.
"AND THE FLYING ISLAND BEING RAISED TO A CONVENIENT HEIGHT,
WE SHOULD LET HER GET SOME REST.
(closes book)
THANKS, ELLEN.
"GULLIVER'S TRAVELS." I LOVE THAT BOOK.
YEAH, I USED TO READ IT TO MY MOTHER
BEFORE SHE PASSED AWAY.
SO IT'S TIME TO GO.
WE'LL FINISH THIS TOMORROW NIGHT.
IT'LL BE NEW YEAR'S EVE, SO THAT'S PERFECT.
2010.
IT'S GONNA BE A HECK OF A YEAR,
DON'T YOU THINK?
I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.
♪ WHILE MONA LISAS AND MAD HATTERS ♪
SLEEP TIGHT, ANNIE.
♪ TURN AROUND ♪
♪ AND SAY GOOD MORNING TO THE NIGHT ♪
♪♪
♪ FOR UNLESS THEY SEE THE SKY ♪
(Windy) GO TO HER, 2-B.
YOU SAW THAT?
OF COURSE, 2-B. I SEE EVERYTHING YOU SEE.
ALWAYS HAVE.
NOW GO TO HER.
♪ SPANISH HARLEM ARE NOT JUST ♪
SHE'S THE ONE.
♪ PRETTY WORDS TO SAY ♪
♪♪
♪ I THOUGHT I KNEW ♪
♪ BUT NOW I KNOW THAT ROSE TREES... ♪
ANNIE.
SAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I'M GONNA KNOW YOU FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.
I'M GONNA KNOW YOU FOREVER...
SOMEHOW, SOME WAY.
AND I THINK THAT MAYBE ALL OF THIS--
EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THIS... MADNESS
HAS ONLY EVER BEEN ABOUT ONE THING.
♪ ...HOBO HE CAN DROWN ♪
WHAT ONE THING, SAM?
THIS ONE THING.
♪ FOR THE PEOPLE I HAVE FOUND ♪
♪ I THANK THE LORD ♪
♪ FOR THE PEOPLE I HAVE FOUND ♪
♪♪
♪ WHILE MONA LISAS AND MAD HATTERS ♪
SAM...
IF--IF THAT'S TRUE...
THEN...
THEN WHAT?
♪♪
♪ FOR UNLESS THEY SEE THE SKY ♪
WELCOME TO 1973.
♪ BUT THEY CAN'T AND THAT IS WHY ♪
♪♪
♪ THEY KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OUTSIDE ♪
♪ OR LIGHT ♪
♪ THEY KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OUTSIDE ♪
♪ OR LIGHT ♪
SPACEMAN...
CHRIS AND I ARE HEADED TO THE SNUG TO ATTEMPT
TO DRINK UP ALL THE SALTY MARGARITAS IN MANHATTAN.
YOU IN?
AW, COME ON, SAM,
RAY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THE DECLINE OF RICHARD NIXON
AND THE DEATH OF HOPE. I'M GONNA NEED BACKUP.
(Chris) ALL RIGHT.
(ring)
(ring)
(ring)
WHAT?
(man, distorted voice) I said there were three things
you needed to do if you want to go home, Sam.
Three. Are you ready for the third?
(man, distorted voice) One more thing.
One more thing, and then you are home, Sam.
YOU KNOW WHAT, PAL?
MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME SO BADLY ANYMORE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, HUH? 'CAUSE I LIKE 1973...
AND EVERYBODY IN IT.
AND BECAUSE, A LONG TIME AGO, SOMEONE I LOVED ONCE TOLD ME
THAT WHICHEVER STRANGE PLACE YOU FIND YOURSELF IN,
MAKE THAT YOUR HOME.
TYLER, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
YEAH, YEAH.
I THINK I'LL MISS YOU MOST OF ALL, SCARECROW.
(electronic beeps, whirring)
(pinging sound)
(man) CLEAR.
(static, distorted voice)
(Sam) THE WAY I FIGURE, I'M IN A COMA SOMEWHERE...
OR ON A VERY INTENSE DRUG TRIP.
(Annie) HOW CAN YOU JUST STAND THERE AND INSIST THAT THIS
IS SOME PUPPET SHOW THAT'S BEING PERFORMED IN YOUR HEAD?
(heart monitor beeping steadily)
(Windy) TERMINATING SYNAPTIC TWIRL NETWORK.
(Ray) SO LONG, SAM. YOU'RE A GOOD COP.
(Annie) WE'LL MISS YOU, SAM.
VITAL SIGNS ARE WITHIN NORMAL RANGE.
2-B IS AWAKE.
(pinging sound continues)
(beeps)
(air pressure releases, electronic whirring and beeping)
(whispers) WHOA.
(Windy's voice) 2-A, 1-B...
3-B ARE AWAKE.
(electronic whirring and beeping)
(Annie) OOH.
HELLO, 2-B.
THE DATE--2 MARCH 2035.
ST. CHRISTOPHER MEDALS SEEMED TO WORK, HUH?
MARTIAN SURFACE DEPLOYMENT INITIALIZED.
(Annie) HELLO, SAM.
COLONEL NORRIS.
WELCOME TO MARS.
WE MADE IT.
YES, WE DID.
(W1N-D) ELAPSED TRAVEL IS TWO YEARS,
3 MONTHS AND 22 DAYS.
SPACEMAN. YOU MISS ME?
EH.
(automated male voice) Ground Control to "Hyde 1-2-5."
VIDEO UPLINK CONNECTED.
There you are, you sons of guns.
Ah, it's great to have you back.
Congratulations, Colonel Norris.
Your crew is cleared for touchdown.
By the way, Colonel, President Obama really wanted
to be in the control room when you landed,
but her father is seriously ill, so she and her sister
went to Chicago to be by his side.
Yeah, you got it.
HEY, CHRIS, WHERE DID COLONEL NORRIS
AND HER GOOFY BOYFRIEND LEAVE IT WHEN WE TOOK OFF?
I DON'T KNOW. WHY?
'CAUSE I THINK THIS MISSION TO MARS
(beeps)
MORGAN, WE NEED TO TALK.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? MY TRIP GOT... TRIPPY.
Well, the ship ran into a meteor storm,
but with W1N-D's help, we were able to keep all life support
and navigation systems within range,
but there may have been some glitches
in your neural stimulation program.
I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CHOSE THE NEURAL-STIM
TO MAKE YOU A COP IN 2008.
YEAH, WELL, THOSE GLITCHES KNOCKED ME BACK TO 1973
WITH ALL MY 2008 MEMORIES INTACT.
I NEARLY WENT CRAZY.
AND YOU GUYS WERE ALL THERE.
I MEAN, YOU WERE DIFFERENT, BUT YOU WERE ALL THERE.
(Ray) OH, YOU POOR ***.
FOR MY NEURAL-STIM, I WAS ON A DESERTED ISLAND WITH 200 GIRLS
WHO ALL LOOKED LIKE EITHER "SPLASH"-ERA DARYL HANNAH
OR "SCARFACE"-ERA MICHELLE PFEIFFER.
NO, THERE WERE, BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE PENISES.
MAYBE YOU WEREN'T THAT DIFFERENT AFTER ALL.
YEAH? I FELL IN LOVE ON MY ISLAND, TOO.
IT'S THE FREAKIEST SHOW, SPACEMAN.
"HYDE 1-2-5,"
DEPLOYMENT ACTIVATION BEGINNING.
It's pretty crazy down here. You guys are heroes.
Now if you manage to find genetic DNA
WE WILL FIND GENETIC DNA, FRANK,
AND THIS WILL BE ONE SUCCESSFUL GENE HUNT.
1-A, AWAY.
(air pressure releases, whirring, beeps)
THERE HE IS. MAJOR TOM, HOW'D YOU SLEEP?
LIKE A DRUNK BABY.
FRANK, YOU LOOK LIKE HELL.
(laughs)
WINDY, WHAT'S GOING ON, SUGAR?
I MISSED YOU, MAJOR TOM.
THEY ALL DO.
(beep, whirs)
SO, UH, BEFORE WE DO THIS...
AMAZING THING,
I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT, UH...
I REALLY DON'T WANT TO FIGHT WITH YOU ANYMORE...
DAD.
LIFE IS GOOD, KIDDO.
IT'S LIKE I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU SINCE YOU WERE A LITTLE BOY--
WHICHEVER STRANGE PLACE YOU LAND IN,
MAKE THAT YOUR HOME.
(rocket engine whining)
(Elton John's "Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters" playing)
♪ WHILE MONA LISAS AND MAD HATTERS ♪
♪ SONS OF BANKERS ♪
♪ SONS OF LAWYERS ♪
♪ TURN AROUND AND SAY GOOD MORNING ♪
♪ TO THE NIGHT ♪
PORTAL IS OPEN.
♪ FOR UNLESS THEY SEE THE SKY ♪
♪ BUT THEY CAN'T, AND THAT IS WHY ♪
♪ THEY KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OUTSIDE ♪
♪ OR LIGHT ♪
♪ THEY KNOW NOT IF IT'S DARK OUTSIDE ♪
♪ OR LIGHT ♪
(thud)