I turned my eyes to lunatic skies of red destruction
Sunrise and morning empty
Hide my head
I've got to find a direction to follow
Something that's mine not something I borrowed
Each day I wait heavy's the weight on me
Find it
I've got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me
Find it
Find it in me
Not even released from wanting you
You don't satisfy me enough today
Time it's too near when I will be gone away
Wearing a collar of bright crimson
Dressed in a long black wedding gown
I've got to find my answers on my own
Find it
I've got to find it
Get me behind it
Someplace for me
I turned my eyes to lunatic skies of red destruction
Sunrise and morning empty
Hide my head
Find it
A disgrace. Absolutely disgusting.
I'd like to cut that.
Find it
That was great, girls.
But rock'n'roll is not my cup of poison.
I remember when I was a young man....
I just don't understand those kids.
Well, if you had to listen to their music....
Did you see those chaperones? They were built like Khrushchev.
They weren't as bad as those D.O.M.s.
I got the money.
- 300 bucks. - One more high-school hop and I split.
Hey, don't bogart the joint, friends.
Cool it, man. I need it more than you.
I don't know. Maybe all you need is love.
Casey, let's split. The principal's gonna hit me with a couple caps of acid.
- You coming? - Yeah.
Do you believe those kids, making it all the time?
Don't get so upset, Casey. You know how Kelly is.
- Are you trying to make love to me? - Hell, no.
- Then what are you trying to do? - I'm trying not to.
Well, if you wanna make love, then let's make love.
Here?
No, in L.A.
- L.A.? - Where is that?
- We'd get crushed. - No.
- Smog. Can't see. - Climb a tall tree.
- Lousy traffic. - Love to walk.
- No culture. - Grooves.
- Cold and cruel. - Swimming pools.
- Phony city. - It's so pretty.
- Religious nuts. - Takes all kinds.
- Noisy. Noisy. - Soul-beat brother.
- Tinsel town. - Solid city.
- Gaudy. Ugly. - Gassy. Classy.
- Cheap anyhow - Yeah, like wow!
- Very dirty. - Simon-pure.
- Dull scene. - My dream.
- Square, hey? - No way!
- Sick and low. - Living show.
- It's got no class. - Nothing but.
- Empty. No heart. - Full, sweetheart.
- It's a no-talent town. - Don't put it down.
- Junkie heaven. - Not for me.
- Dishonest clowns. - Sincere, you'll see.
- Perverts. Fruits. - Swingers. Kooks.
- Obvious. Stinks. - Full-length minks.
- All strangers. - Not all.
- Like who? - My aunt.
- Since when? - Since Aunt Susan.
- Oh yeah? - Rich Aunt Susan.
- Bitch Aunt Susan. - Got my share.
- Of what? - The bread.
- Cool head. - So we go?
So go!
Come with the gentle people
Spread love across the land
Come with the gentle people
We're the only ones who understand
Come with the gentle people
Help us to ride the wave
And let us free the people
Who are on a path who are afraid
Love can be a way of life
If you open up the door
Love can overcome the fear
And life can be so much more
Come with the gentle people
Spread love across the land
Come with the gentle people
We're the only ones who understand
Come with the gentle people
Help us to ride the wave...
So all we need now is your long-lost Aunt...
- ...what's her name? - Her name is Susan Lake.
This batch has more snap. Run the rest at the same ASA.
- Long distance, Miss Lake. - Hello? Who?
Q-U-A-N-T. In London.
Yeah, that's correct. As quickly as possible.
Susan, dear, we must have a chat. The bodice is so wrong.
- Doesn't she look like a cow? - The fact is, Cynthia is not a boy.
Take off your bra, dear. That will flatten you some.
Oh Gordon, have her put it back on. Betty, tell him it's impossible.
Gordon, she looks exactly the same with or without the bra.
- Porter, explain this contract to me. - We can't get three years.
They'll go two and a half. The editor tells me that is final.
- People! - I need some time with you.
Can we discuss it at dinner? That'll give you time to talk to Vogue.
- Anything we can do for you? - That's OK...
- ...I can come back. - Out with it. We're not that frantic.
- I'm your niece. - You're Catherine's daughter?
My name's Kelly Mac Namara.
Susan! Susan! I am simply in a rage!
How did your mother learn about Aunt Claire?
The Worcester paper is where she heard about Aunt Claire's death and about...
you and Baxter Wolfe and the inheritance.
- What inheritance was that? - Mine. I was last in line after my sister.
Your mother disappeared. We were never really close. I was 14 years younger.
Now that you've come along, I think that part of it should be yours.
Susan.
Susan, you know there was no provision in the will.
- Thousand Island? - No, thank you.
You're a lawyer. You should know that wills are just paper.
I'm a lawyer, yes. And any changes Aunt Claire would or might have made...
- ...have no validity in law. - Porter, of course I know that.
Kelly, there was nearly a million dollars. I know this isn't the time or place...
but since Porter's made such a point of it, I can't see why...
say, a third of it shouldn't be yours.
- A third of a million dollars? - The two of us are the only survivors.
I don't see why you should have to pay for the sins of your mother.
Sins that seem to me that were really committed by the rest of the family.
- That's a big idea to get used to. - I'll have Porter draw up the papers.
I have a marvellous idea. Ronnie Barzell's throwing a party tonight.
Ronnie Barzell? You mean Z-Man Barzell?
The one, the only, the original.
Susan, I've got friends in a rock group.
It would mean so much for them to meet Z-Man. Can I invite them?
- Don't tell me you're a groupie. - The other way. It's my group.
Now, let me be sure I fully understand this. You are a rock'n'roll singer?
- Why? Is that a no-no? - My dear young lady....
Porter, you have an unending capacity for counterfeit astonishment.
Of course you can invite your friends. There's a phone in the living room.
I think that Ronnie's address is in my book under the B's.
Great! I'm not dressed for a party, though.
We're about the same size, and I got loads of things in my closet.
Call your friends and slip into anything you like. OK?
Oh, groovy! Thanks.
Susan, have you taken leave of your senses?
Some anonymous rock'n'roll singer drops in here out of the clear blue sky...
and you fall for a lie.
You won't believe this, but we've been invited to a party at Z-Man Barzell's.
- Is this for real? - Get Casey and Pet, and meet me there.
This creature marches in without a cent to her name and a dubious pedigree...
and without a moment's thought...
you recklessly dispose of a third of your money.
- Porter, let me handle this. - The party starts when you get there.
- Susan, please. - We're late already.
- They banned my last film in Cincinnati. - Groovy town.
When I'm with you, pussycat, who needs grass?
You'd have to see it to believe it. Of course, I nearly choked.
- And then this bitch took a drink... - He's bothered every woman at the bar.
Do you know what happened after he drank a Fresca?
- He snowed in his pants. - You know what he uses for deodorant?
- Raid. - Cool, man.
My old man really blew his mind. He said he'd kill me if he found any more grass.
- Escape, man. - All right!
- And you're a moonchild. - And you're a bitch.
- I think it's better after the change. - I'm with you.
I was ready to roll over and fall asleep.
Then Tony said, "Come over to my pad.
- I've got a wading pool of mayonnaise!" - Mayonnaise?
I found the European women far more receptive and less hung-up.
- She went after me like a barracuda. - I warned you, you old fruit.
- Classics Benjamin. - Bad trip.
- It wasn't long, but four inches thick. - Ever been whipped with a wand...
- ...until the blood came? - Cool it! You'll rupture your tongue.
Feel it, my pretty? The night is filled with magic.
- Mark my words, dove, tonight is special. - I was so anxious, I stepped on her face.
Susan, Porter, how are you?
Ronnie, see who's here.
- I'll say it. Haven't I seen you before? - You saw her at my studio this afternoon.
- Ronnie, this is my niece, Kelly. - Every inch as ugly as you are, Susan.
Must run in the family.
I'd like you to meet Vanessa, my escort and bodyguard.
- Pleasure. - Come on, babe. I'll show you the dump.
Come with me, I want to show you the most divine clairvoyant.
...that the people all called L.A.
Went to school in the great big city...
- What can I get you, juice or grass? - Just a vodka and tonic, please.
Look there. The infamous Ashley St. Ives...
famous for her portrayals in prettily pornographic pictures.
See how she gives her body to the ritual? Delicious.
Observe in yon quiet corner, an island of tranquility in this sea of revelry.
The languid Roxanne finds beauty, that delicate pinch of feminine spice...
with which she so often flavours her interludes.
Look there. Lance Rocke. Greek god and part-time actor.
See how well he performs? His is a special talent.
The golden hair, the bedroom eyes, the firm young body.
These are the tools with which he plies his trade. All are available for a price.
Beware, fair maiden, of Emerson Thorne. Behind that friendly mask...
lies fermenting the unholy seed of a lawyer.
See there, behind the bar, the man with the benign Germanic countenance?
Could that be another face of Martin Bormann?
I've been to parties where they danced to records by The Strawberry Alarm Clock.
But this is the first time The Strawberry Alarm Clock's ever been to the party.
What are you shelling out? I hear the minimum is four thou.
- I get them for free. They're mine. - Wow. Really?
Here, have some grass. Aunt Susan won't see you.
No, thanks, man. In a scene like this, you get a contact high!
This is my happening and it freaks me out!
It's a stone gas, man.
Pray, we must make haste. My time is not my own.
Before the clock strikes 12. I must be back at Forest Lawn.
Come, I know of a cosy little dungeon...
where just the two of us can curl up with the chains and a spider.
Delighted to see my hostages in such happy dalliance.
Pray, let them joust in peace.
You're not helping the situation any, I must say.
Out. Out. Count Dracula relishes an audience, only one at a time.
- Have fun. - What is this, a studio tour?
- This looks like the... - Master's bedroom.
Can you dig it? Follow me, my dear.
Let me show you one of my preoccupations.
And this is the master's bath.
Come on.
- Sorry to disturb you. - It's cool, baby.
Hey, I've heard about trees growing in Brooklyn, but ferns in the biffy?
- Class. - The idea came to me in a vision.
- Every morning, I luxuriate in my bath. - I dig, man. You're on an ego trip.
But what about the ferns?
Let's call them tropical varieties. They thrive on the humidity...
and they never let me forget that all Los Angeles is a jungle.
...comin' home
I'm comin' home
When you're sitting at home feeling all alone...
Hello. You must be Kelly's friends. I'm Vanessa.
- Susan, Kelly's friends have arrived. - We've heard so much about you.
- I'm Susan Lake, Kelly's aunt. - Hi, Miss Lake. This is Pet...
and Casey. And I'm Harris.
- Has anyone here seen Kelly? - I saw her a minute ago with Ronnie.
- May I lead an expedition to the bar? - No thanks, I'll take a rain check.
How about you two?
Well I go on the road just to make a dollar
When the last day comes you'll hear me holler
I'm comin' home
Excuse me.
I'm comin' home
- You don't drink? - Later.
Yeah, later.
- Vodka gimlets. - Thank you.
I guess liquor's considered kind of square these days.
Same as grass. It depends on how you use it.
Would you like to meet some of the more interesting specimens?
Why not?
- Casey? - I'll stay here. Go on.
- Quite a blast. - Quite.
I make it a point never to miss one of Ronnie's parties. Better than the zoo.
Putting people down for having a good time?
On the contrary, my dear. But this is hardly my idea of a civilised good time.
Casey Anderson, huh? No relation to Senator Casey Anderson?
He's my father.
I'll bet he's highly amused that his daughter's a hippie?
- I'm in a rock group. - And that's your uniform?
And that's yours?
At least it's not a uniform worn by freaks.
So the senator's daughter is a rock'n'roll singer, huh?
Say, do you and your friends shack up in a minibus, or aren't things that cosy?
I'm comin' home
I couldn't help but notice your little run-in with Porter Hall.
- Men. - Ninety-nine percent.
Casey, I'd like to design something for you.
Why don't you stop by my studio sometime?
It's a trip to design for a good figure once in a while.
Anyway, you could imagine how this woman feels...
when she finds out that her 17-year-old son...
is making it with one of her best friends.
Now, you have to remember that she...
has a young lover of her own.
So it makes her take a long look at her whole scheme.
That's why in my new film, they drag in this whole thing...
about the lack of communication between parents and kids.
Well, now, Harris, we meet again.
"Come into my den," said the spider, et cetera.
- I was looking for somebody. - Anybody I know?
Where do you get this "anybody I know" business?
From one of those pornographic movies you star in?
You mean my controversial box-office blockbusters?
Ashley St. Ives. I saw one of your movies once.
I think it was the one about the teenage incest triangle.
You'll have to help me on the research for the next one.
- So you're an ear freak? - Name some more.
All right, then. How about a toe freak?
I need it. I want it.
A beautiful woman kissing me between the toes.
People who wear sandals must not get very many volunteers.
- I could change. - Into something more titillating?
That sounds vaguely obscene.
You're a groovy boy. I'd like to strap you on sometime.
And if there's anything I can't stand, it's vagueness.
Harris.
A deathly dry gin martini.
- But I thought we had another case. - Excuse me, have you seen Kelly?
No, the last time I saw her she was wandering around with Z-Man.
- They can be anywhere. - Thanks.
Get yourself in gear, baby. These people are dying of thirst.
Look, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll check. OK?
- But, Lance, I gave you $1200 last week. - I want $12,000, baby.
- I'm sorry. - Perfect timing.
I was looking for the john.
Z-Man Barzell is a very rich cat, but he doesn't have a john in the kitchen.
- Maybe I was looking for a sandwich. - This ain't no welfare line.
Then what are you standing in it for?
- Getting my thing together. - You putting me on?
Unmasked again. He poses as a busboy...
but in real life, he's Emerson Thorne...
ambitious young law student...
who studies by day and waits by night.
I was going to say something smart-ass, but, all of a sudden, you know what?
No. What?
Suddenly, I knew you weren't putting me on...
that you were Emerson Thorne, ambitious young law student...
and all that crap.
What about that kiss and all that crap?
There's more where that came from, Emerson Thorne.
You're into a heavy scene. Don't sweat it. It can be a drag.
- Am I interrupting something? - Harris!
Only a little make-out session between Count Dracula...
- ...and Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. - Hey, man.
Ronnie Barzell, I'd like you to meet Harris Allsworth, my....
- My manager. - Manager, eh?
Any friend of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley is a friend of mine.
- Manager? - The Kelly Affair.
The Kelly Affair?
You mean, you're the Kelly? Little did I suspect I was in the presence.
Still, that name won't do, you know. It's awfully 1950s.
- Might as well call them The Haircuts. - Kelly, I'm ready to leave.
Leave? No. You have not yet graced our gathering with a song.
Come, my dove, I must present you to the faithful. Now!
Ladies and gentlemen, an announcement if you please.
There is a new rock group in the house.
Their name, The Kelly Affair. Well, even their best friends don't like their name.
Still, as the teen tycoon of rock, I'd like to hear them and I'm sure you would too.
The Kelly Affair.
I'd like to strap you on sometime.
I left home when I was only seventeen
Met a guy, he and I drove down to New Orleans
He seemed to know his way around and I thought I could land
A sweet-talkin', oh, c-c, c-candy man
Warmed his bed, kept him fed,
And oh, I loved him so
But I got to cry a lot
Whenever he would go
I guess I was just too young
To really understand
A sweet-talkin', oh, c-c, c-candy man
Sweet talkin' candy man
My sweet-talkin'...
Sweet talkin' candy man
Woohoo, I hear you talkin'
He played around and brought me down
And finally threw me out
I got burned, but I learned
What love was all about
But I often think of him
Every now and then
That sweet-talkin', oh, candy man
Sweet talkin' candy man
Sweet sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' candy man
Whoah, sweet talkin'
Sweet talkin' candy man
Sweet sweet talkin' candy man
Stop! Cool it! Cool it!
Masters and mistresses, I'm so excited by what I've just heard...
I predict these three, like their sister before them, Carrie Nation...
will crush the musical barrier and rise like angels.
Did I say "like Carrie Nation"? Nay, nay, they are The Carrie Nations.
You'll be superstars!
In the long run you'll need someone
To trust and count on somewhere along the way
In the long run will there be someone
That you can lean on come a rainy day
The sweet smell of clover won't make the world over
You spend idle hours talking to flowers
Who won't even talk back to you
If you want to bring it together
You can't hide away forever
Cause in the long run
You'll need someone
To trust and count on somewhere along the way
In the long run will there be someone
That you can lean on come a rainy day
The time that's been borrowed won't be much help tomorrow
Without a purpose scratching the surface
Won't accomplish anything new
If you find the world is enchanting
It's up to you to start expanding
Cause in the long run you need someone
To trust and count on somewhere along the way
In the long run will there be someone
That you can lean on come a rainy day
Come a rainy day
- We killed them, didn't we? - You've reached the star...
beat the unbeatable foe. The Times and free-press critics will pay homage.
Ronnie, we owe everything to you, man!
My fine countess, your melodious voice...
surpasses even the haunting pipes of Circe.
Beauteous Pet of triumph, you were a thunderstorm.
Casey, mistress fair...
this stringed assault has left my ears fiercely vibrating. Majestic!
- You played some funky drums out there. - I'm glad you dug it.
- What's not to dig? - Did you hear the wondrous miracle...
- ...wrought by my muses? - You've done it again, Ronnie.
Again and again.
Porter, methinks this brew is not for your more delicate sensibilities.
Courage, Camille.
Excuse me, Casey, did you hear the crowd? You were great.
- Thank you. - Just great.
- I'm really happy. - And you, the infamous Ashley St. Ives...
high priestess of carnality, what thinkest thou of our minstrels?
Congratulations, Ronnie. They were heavy.
Make haste, my supple countess.
The last flight to Shangri-la leaves within the hour. Hasten, hasten!
- Come on, Casey. Let's go. - I'll talk to you later, okay?
Does not the moment amuse you, Kracow?
Hasten, ere the portcullis bars your entrance to Elsinore.
Here, let me help you.
- Pet, where's Emerson? - Cramming for bar exams.
When are you two gonna shack up?
As soon as he can move me into the law library.
- Hey, there's another party at Z-Man's. - So, what else is new?
Like every night. Deal me out.
- What's the matter, babe? - Nothing. Just beat.
All I want is some peace and quiet, and that's one thing Z-Man can't offer.
Have a ball. I'll see you tomorrow.
Ciao.
- Good night. - Case?
- Got any more grass, man? - I scored this afternoon.
The cat swore up and down it was Acapulco Gold.
- If we're lucky, maybe it's at least pot. - Or we'll get an oregano high.
- Weren't you with Emerson all afternoon? - I was.
- I thought he was at the law library. - He was.
So, like, when did you score, man?
Well, Emerson slipped me a graduate-student pass.
I went back in the stacks to do some research in the rare book collection.
- And who do I run into but my score? - Cool, man. That's getting it together.
- Yeah. See you later, Kel. - OK.
- Hi, babe. Coming to the party tonight? - What party?
Everyone's splitting for Z-Man's.
- Everybody? - You bugged, man?
- Yeah. - What's the matter, baby?
- Things happened tonight. - Sure.
- So? - So where do I fit in, Kelly?
- I don't dig. - There once was a time...
maybe you can remember, when I was your manager...
not the next thing to a goddamn groupie.
Come along to Z-Man's. Do you good.
Move it out, Kelly.
- Be right there. - I will meet you out by the car.
I gotta split, man.
- Say, Miss Mac Namara? - Uh-huh?
You were great. You really turned them on.
Oh, thanks.
Don't I know you from somewhere? Don't tell me your name. You're....
- Lance. Lance Rocke. - That's it!
Coming to the party at Z-Man's tonight?
I don't know.
What do you think, Miriam? Feel like a party?
Not really, Lance.
Sounds divine, but it's past my bedtime.
That's a shame, Miriam.
It's gonna be so much fun.
- You sure? - As sure as sure can be.
Well, at least let me call you a cab.
What do you say, everybody? Let's do it.
- Going my way? - I'm skipping the party. I'm going home.
I'm skipping the party too. Why don't you climb in, unless you have a ride?
- Don't put yourself out. I can hitch. - We're going the same way.
Come on. Get in.
Turn left at the next street.
Mine's the one on the right with the bright lights.
- So? - Thanks a lot, Ashley.
Don't I even deserve a good night kiss?
Let's go inside.
- What's wrong with the Rolls? - Not when my bed's handy.
- I want you right here. - At least we can park in the driveway.
Now it's your move.
In the long run
You'll need someone
To trust and count on
Somewhere along the way
It's my first time in a Rolls.
There's nothing like a Rolls, Harris.
There's nothing like a Rolls.
Nothing. Nothing like a Rolls!
Not even a Bentley! Not even a Bentley!
Bentley! Bentley! It's like a Rolls. A Rolls!
A Rolls!
You're beautiful, Kelly.
Kel, who's that Susan Lake broad? What's her story?
- Susan Lake, my long-lost aunt. - Aunt Susan?
That's far out. She's a fine-looking lady.
Nice and firm.
Round and beautiful. Well, pneumatic.
- Aunt Susan? - Yeah, Aunt Susan.
- She'd flip out to hear you say that. - I doubt it.
- Lance? - Yeah?
- I'm thinking of cutting my hair. - Well, don't.
Why not?
I wanna love you for more than money.
- What do you mean? - You know what I mean, the millions.
- The Lake millions. - You know a lot about me, don't you?
- There's no secrets at Z-Man's. - I gently suggested to Aunt Susan...
- ...that the millions could go screw. - You what?
- You heard me. - Wow, baby, that was really dumb.
And how come you're only getting a third?
You ought to be getting half, and you know it.
- Why should I get anything at all? - You earned it.
Getting shafted all your life while all those relatives lived it up in Worcester.
- You know a lot about my family. - Like I say...
there aren't many secrets around here.
Kelly. Now listen, Kelly.
I'm gonna give you some free advice. Baby, and you'd better take it.
The noble Porter Hall is trying to get his lunch hooks on that dough.
He's screwing you, baby, not Susan Lake.
That girl Kelly Mac Namara is a tramp.
She was living in a single room with three other individuals.
One of them was a male. And the other two?
Well, the other two were females.
God only knows what they were up to in there.
And furthermore, I wouldn't be surprised to learn...
that all four of them habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes.
- Reefers. - I'm Kelly Mac Namara, Ms. Lake's niece.
- Hi, I'm glad to know you. - Thanks. She in? Can I see her?
I'll see.
- Miss Lake, Miss Mac Namara. - Besides, if Kelly does turn on...
- Send her in. - You may go in now, Miss Mac Namara.
- Thanks. Bye. - Bye.
Now you try to contain yourself, Porter.
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything. - Come in, Kelly. Porter's all steamed up.
- Too much partying. - You listen to me, hippie.
I don't know who you are or where you came from...
but if you don't withdraw your morbid interest in Miss Lake's affairs...
- ...I shall be forced to take legal action. - Man, I doubt if you'd recognise a hippie.
I'm a capitalist, baby.
I work for my living, not suck off somebody else.
Not a penny, Miss Mac Namara. Not a single penny. I promise you that.
- You're making a fool of yourself. - A tramp with the morals of an alley cat.
- Up yours, ratso! - Not a single penny. It's not her money.
Even if she is who she claims to be, her behaviour's disgusting.
- I'll take half a million dollars, man! - What was that?
You heard me. Half a million dollars and not a penny less.
How can you be so blind, Susan? I met her type before.
The little innocent face and smile. The little, sweet virgin-whore.
Porter, why are you acting like this? She's only a child!
It's got to be, Susan.
It's gotta be half. Half a million dollars.
Mom never wanted it, but she should have had it.
That's the way it's gotta be.
Precedent for a defendant waiving jury trial for a private hearing...
- ...in a case involving national security? - Um...
Talbott v. United States. Supreme Court decision, 1917.
Amended 1941, in the case of the government.
Plaintiff v. Consolidated Industries and defendant Robert F. Zanka.
Prejudice of jury alleged in case involving alien national...?
Enough. Tomorrow I'll study.
- Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. - You sound like Z-Man.
And Z-Man sounds like Will Shakespeare. Right now, I feel like making love.
She loves me, she loves me not.
What is this, Tammy and the lawyer?
If I don't dig you, how come I'm making it with you?
Because I'm the ballsiest cat you ever did meet.
What did you say before you lost your cool?
Because I'm the ballsiest cat you ever did meet.
Right on!
Kelly? I mean Miss Mac Namara. Good morning, Porter Hall here.
Hello?
- Who was it, baby? - Porter Hall.
- See what the ace has got to say. - We were cut off.
I'm terribly sorry about that scene in Susan's office yesterday.
Certainly, I never remotely intended to give the impression...
I must have left.
There are so many things I feel we have in common...
that I'd appreciate it very much if we could have a drink...
perhaps sometime this afternoon and discuss them.
Have the drink. Go ahead.
- OK, Mr. Hall. - Excellent. That pleases me very much.
- And where shall we meet? - Tell him O'Rourke's. O'Rourke's.
- O'Rourke's. - O'Rourke's?
- Yeah, near City College. - Fine. And at what time?
- 3:00, I guess. Tell him 3. - I'll be there about 3.
See you then. Bye.
You did good, beautiful.
You know the mother's up to something. Here's your chance to really shaft him.
Think so?
I know so.
I'll be out of here by 3, in case you need the place.
Why do I do everything you tell me?
I don't know. Why do you?
I can't help myself. You've made me into a whore.
And you dig it, you little freak.
Kelly, I'm so pleased that you agreed to meet me.
That scene yesterday? I've already told you how perfectly dreadful I feel about it.
I made certain allegations that I can only deeply apologise for.
- ID? - I'm having a coffee.
A very dry vodka martini for me. Make it a double, please.
Of course we've had our misunderstandings, but who hasn't?
I believe they call it the generation gap. In my day, they called it something else.
I can remember when my father raised the dickens over me. I was a devil then.
Came home in a pinch-back suit. He thought I'd gone the way of Oscar Wilde.
- That'll be $1.20. - Start a tab for me, will you please?
- Would you like something stronger? - They don't serve it in bars.
Hey, got a quarter?
Perhaps it's just as well.
In any event, I didn't ask you to meet me today simply to apologise.
I also wanted to discuss this financial misunderstanding we're enmeshed in.
Now, as Miss Lake's adviser, I have her best interests at heart.
However, I want to suggest a business arrangement.
An arrangement that would be the greatest benefit to all concerned.
Now, I've taken the liberty of drawing up this document.
By which, in return for the handsome consideration of $50,000 immediately...
you would agree to discontinue, or, should I say, no longer press charges.
Kelly.
- Kelly, please let me finish. - You are finished, cheap swindler.
You and Susan Lake and your documents.
Wait, I assure you, Susan Lake had absolutely no knowledge of this.
Congratulations. I didn't think you had the balls to go sneaking behind her back.
- Kelly, please. - Oh, get!
McHugh, throw me a bar rag.
- A clean one. - Coming at you.
Porter, I'm sorry I lost my temper.
It was my fault bringing you here. Tell you what...
let's go to my place. We can talk some more about your document.
- Want some? - What is it?
Oh, Porter. You mean you don't know what it is?
Of course I know what it is.
Porter, don't waste it! Look, look, let me show you.
Draw in. That's it. Hold it here.
That's it. Now blow it out.
Let me show you. Look. Like this.
See? Now you do it.
See? Deep down. Deep down here.
Porter, you're so cute.
I think I'll change into something more comfortable.
Hang cool, teddy bear.
I left home when I was only seventeen
Met a guy, he and I...
Why don't you lose your laundry, Porter?
He seemed to know his way around and I thought I could land
A sweet-talkin', oh, c-c, c-candy man
Come on, Porter. You're taking so much time.
Hurry, Porter.
...whenever he would go
I guess I was just too young to really understand
A sweet-talkin', oh, c-c, c-candy man
Sweet talkin' candy man
My sweet-talkin'... Sweet-talkin' candy man
Porter, really. Wearing your underwear to bed?
I'll help you. Come on.
Hey, have you got lead in your...? There.
What love was all about
But I often think of him every now and then
That sweet-talkin', oh...
- Kelly? - Yes, Porter?
Sweet sweet talkin', sweet talkin' candy man
Never mind, Porter.
If you don't tell Aunt Susan, I won't.
A toast, a toast, my friends, to The Carrie Nations...
and to their first golden record. Long may they reign.
You'll need someone to trust and count on...
So that's the pole-vaulter?
Between that and those little pills, you won't be good for anything.
Ashley's got a better idea.
Come a rainy day
The sweet smell of clover won't make the world over
Now you're inviting motor psychos to your parties.
What next, truck drivers and longshoremen?
- You mean really rough trade? - Huh?
Never mind.
I hope Kelly knows what she's getting into.
- Lance Rocke is no Prince Valiant. - They deserve each other.
- Where's Emerson, pussycat? - Bar exams, as usual.
That's gratitude. I promote him to waiter and he decides to be a lawyer instead.
- Still, some good came of it. He met you. - Thank you.
This should be fascinating. See the cat in the Brooks Brothers suit?
Who is he? He looks straight for this crowd.
His name is Baxter Wolfe.
You've treated her like this since meeting her.
She's after your money. Nothing you can say will change my opinion.
They were in love for years. He proposed to her once...
- ...but it was the wrong moment. - As your legal adviser...
let me handle this in my own discreet way.
I've already seen a display of your discretion. It's reminiscent of a meat axe.
- She doesn't know he's in Hollywood. - Really?
- Baxter Wolfe. - Hello, Ronnie.
Hello, Susan.
Baxter, I'd like you to meet Petronella Danforth.
- And this is Porter Hall. - Glad to meet you. Heard a lot about you.
- How have you been, Susan? - OK.
I hear you're doing quite well in the advertising field.
- Yes, Baxter. - We seem to be interrupting a reunion.
- May I escort you to the bar? - I want a daiquiri.
Could you get away? I'd like to talk to you.
OK.
...there'll be someone...
- It's been three years. - Doesn't matter.
I'm still in love with you, Susan. I always have been.
I've changed. I'm no longer the guy who swore he'd never marry.
I heard you were engaged.
Now that you mention it, I suppose I am engaged.
Or should I say, I was engaged?
I only seriously proposed marriage once in my life, Susan.
And the offer still stands.
Z-Man really has a spread. I heard it cost half a million.
- Is that all? - Well, it's a lot of bread to me.
- Hey, Rockey baby! - Hey, man. What's happening?
Get over here and have a drink on me!
- Double Johnnie Walker on the rocks. - Red label or black?
- Black. - Schwarz.
For my blue-eyed soul brother. Lance, how you been doing, baby?
Hey, you still balling that rich chick with the knockers?
Here's another one in case you ever run out.
Goddamn it, Randy. I haven't seen you in six months, man.
- How the hell you been? - Making it, baby.
Wait a minute, since last I saw you, you won the heavyweight championship.
- Congratulations! - Thanks, baby.
- Digging it, champ? - Miss Kelly Mac Namara.
Miss Petronella Danforth. Meet Randy Black. We call him The Man.
Two-thirds of my latest creation, champ. The Carrie Nations.
What are you doing here alone, baby? Making a last stand?
Don't worry about me. I got a real nice old man.
If you've got a nice old man, where is he now?
He's studying for a bar exam, if that makes any difference to you.
Well, that changes everything.
- He a brother? - Right on.
Then it's my duty to get you out on this dance floor...
and keep you all nice and...
easy for him.
- Where is Casey? - I phoned her, but she crashed.
The champion of the world. I haven't seen him for six months.
Come on, Ashley. We're on the goddamn sand.
- So? - Somebody could step on us.
- That would be a gas, Harris. - Phone booth. On a billiard table.
Swinging from a chandelier. Standing up in a canoe.
There's more to life than the classic position.
Would you cool it, Ashley? Hey, let's make it in a bed for a change.
- That'd be kind of freaky. - Harris, I can't wait.
Harris, you're so square. You kids are supposed to be swingers.
I think it'd be a gas to make love on the beach.
What does sex amount to without guilt? That's what Sigmund Freud says.
Take away the guilt, and who'd ever want to get laid?
Why the hell don't you lay Sigmund Freud?
Harris, you're drunk and you're stoned. And the worst of it is...
you're a lousy lay. You'll never get into one of my films...
unless maybe as a hairdresser.
- What do you mean? - Kinder to tell you now, lover.
Maybe it's not too late for you to find some nice, tender boy.
Come with the gentle people
Spread love across the land
Come with the gentle...
Kelly!
...the only ones who understand
- Harris? - Hey.
I said, hey! The lady's made her choice, loser.
Baby, get up! Attaboy. Come on. There you go.
Come on, get up. Attaboy, come on.
Let's go. I referee fights, man. Get up. Come on.
Don't choke him, pick him up. Come on, hold him.
Stick him, Lance. Hit him.
- Come on, man. - The outcome is inevitable.
The golden gladiator must emerge victorious.
Come with the gentle people
Spread love across the land
Come with the gentle people...
- Lance, stop it. You've hurt him enough. - He hit on me!
Harris.
Big lover.
Big man.
Dundee, Lance.
How's she getting home?
It's her car.
We could have used you at the Russian front.
What I see is beyond your dreaming.
Miss Mac Namara...
remember.
Mr. Hall!
Take your $50,000, lover.
- What have you done to Kelly? - She attacked me.
- I find that very difficult to believe. - Must you continue defending her?
Susan, I think this concerns you.
I never wanna see you again.
- Well, as your legal adviser... - You'd better leave, Hall.
- The way he humiliated Kelly.... - Hold on, honey.
You can't help her right now.
This is something she'll have to work out for herself.
- But... - No, baby, no. Not now.
Just leave it. That's the trouble with people today.
All uptight about tomorrow. Hanging onto yesterday.
It's no good. No good at all.
There's only one time that counts. Now. Right now.
If you don't live for now, you might as well roll over and take the full count.
So, what are you, the heavyweight philosopher?
Hey. Just try me.
Really a fine performance, Lance. Superb.
Nice little party and you chop up the chick's boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Boyfriend? Now listen, Barzell...
I don't know where everybody's getting this boyfriend crap.
But the chick's been sleeping with me. You got it?
Knowing you, I'm sure she has. Have you run an audit on her books yet?
Or are you still screwing on faith?
You know, I don't like the tone of your voice.
- Don't like it? - No, I don't like it.
It's a shame you narrowed your field. You'd make a great switch hitter.
I'm all alone tonight. It appears that you are too. So why don't the two of us...?
This really isn't your night, is it, pussycat?
- Who is it? - It's me, Harris. Can I come in?
Thanks, Casey.
What happened to you?
OK, the silent bit.
Pour me one too, will you?
You want a downer?
- Casey? - I'm here.
- Ashley called me a fag. - Oh, that's a lot of crap.
- I don't know. - Harris.
I don't know. I just don't know.
You need some rest.
- Juice. It's a bad trip. - What are you, my mother?
I'm your friend!
I don't mean to dump on you, Casey.
You get mixed up with these people and two weeks later, you're an alcoholic.
There are juice freaks and there are pill freaks.
And everybody's a freak. What you need is grass or a downer.
- All I wanna do is rap. - Then rap. What is this faggot business?
She said I'm a lousy lay too.
Then I went into the house and made a bigger ass of myself.
Medicine.
- Casey? - Yeah.
- Can I sleep with you tonight? - Sure, I've got all the room in the world.
- Still uptight? - Don't you understand?
Kelly and Harris, they're my friends.
You're a bleeder. What you need is an old man who's always handy.
- Is that your old man? - Emerson!
Emerson, you were gonna study. But you said you were going to study!
- I guess he didn't take it too well. - Get out. Get out of here!
- Get out! - All you want is a little action...
and every time there's a hassle.
You're in my way, man. Again.
Move your ass out of the way, son. Son of a bitch, get the hell out of there!
You either move your ass, boy, or I'll move it for you!
Get me off of here, you bastard! You stupid bastard!
Stop this car!
Oh my God!
Stupid son of a bitch, stop the damn car!
- What's the matter with you? - I can fix you once and for all!
Emerson! Emerson!
Oh my God, Emerson. Oh my God.
- It's all right. - I didn't mean it.
I'm such a fool. I love you. I love you.
You bastard. You lousy bastard!
Was it good? Did you enjoy yourself?
- What the hell are you talking about? - Goddamn it, you're like the rest.
- Casey, like I was... - Just shut up!
Get out of here!
Hello?
Where to, amigo?
Lately you feel so insecure
Seems you had a bad affair
And that you're actin' immature
To hide the hurt you felt
You've gone down, so far down
Now when you turn around
Look on up, look on up at the bottom
Look on down at your love
Look on up, look on up at the bottom
Look on down, look on down at your love
You warm your hands in empty pockets
Look on up
Where's the good life that you knew?
Look on up
You took a back seat, now don't knock it
Look on up
Well no-one remembers you
Look on down, so far down
Now when you turn around
Look on up, look on up at the bottom
Look on down, look on down at your love
Look on up, yeah, look on up at the bottom
Look on down, look on down at your love
And you don't give up
Look on up now
That's funny, man. Seriously, though, folks...
where would we be today without the great Z-Man Barzell?
Without Z-Man, where would anyone be?
You know, sometimes I think he's secretly the president.
- You kids gonna sing a song for us now? - Try and stop us, Gordon.
It's the title song of our new album, 'Look On Up at the Bottom'.
Kel?
- Let's play 'Find It.' - 'Find It'?
It would be a way to say thank you to someone.
For old times' sake?
Find it
- Casey? - I don't mind. I can handle it.
Well, looks like there's a slight change of plan.
We'd like to do a number that's not in the album.
It's never been performed on live TV.
- It's called 'Find It.' - 'Find It.' Why not? If you can.
Ladies and gentlemen, The Carrie Nations singing, for the first time, 'Find It.'
I turned my eyes to lunatic skies of red destruction
Sunrise and morning empty
Hide my head
I've got to find a direction to follow
Something that's mine not something I borrowed
Each day I wait heavy's the weight on me
Find it
I've got to find it
Get me behind it
- Cut! Cut! - No, don't listen to that man!
Keep those cameras rolling!
- I don't know what happened here. - Call an ambulance!
Get away from him! Leave him alone! No!
He's seems still, very motionless. No, he's moving just a bit.
- Oh my God. - He's alive.
Don't move him any more. I'll get an ambulance.
Oh my God, no.
Keep them moving. Keep the cameras moving.
I've been so full of crap right from the beginning.
It wasn't enough for me to mess up my own life...
- ...but to screw up Harris's... - Kelly, everyone's guilty.
- But he's still alive, isn't he? - Sometimes you learn too late.
- I don't give a damn! It's still my fault! - Don't blame yourself, Kelly.
What happened to Harris happened for reasons...
you don't know anything about.
- What the hell do you know about it? - I'm going to have his baby.
You Mr. Allsworth's friends? I'm Dr. Scholl.
Regrettably, we have discovered traumatic shock to the spinal column...
resulting in massive nerve dysfunction.
However, in a very small percentage of these cases...
there is spontaneous repair of the damaged tissue.
But you must remember, this is extremely rare.
With proper rehabilitation, there is every reason to believe that the patient...
will adjust, be useful...
and yes, have a rewarding life as a paraplegic.
Oh, God.
You're just gonna have to relax. I can't even move you.
How's that, Casey?
- Roxanne, I... - Jeanine, would you excuse us?
- Surely. - Thank you.
- Come on, let's have it. - Roxanne, I'm pregnant.
- How long? - Two months.
- You sure? Maybe you're just late. - The lab report came yesterday...
You have one of the more common Hollywood problems.
- I know a doctor that can help you. - I don't want an abortion.
I want this baby.
It belongs to Harris.
- To Harris? - Yes.
But how can you be sure?
He's been the only one for months. He dropped by one night.
He was drunk and I was stoned.
- You're determined to have the baby? - I have to.
After what happened, this could be the only child Harris could ever conceive.
And you feel loyalty toward a man who raped you...
when you were unconscious?
It's crazy, but in a funny way I do.
It's the child of a man you never loved...
conceived in a moment you don't even remember.
- That's easy to say. - And there's your parents to think about.
Your father. How will it affect his career in the Senate?
I haven't thought about him...
- Does Harris know? - No.
Pet and Kelly do, though.
One thing's certain, they aren't going to volunteer the information.
Not now.
Casey, it's only your problem.
- But the baby.... - The doctor is ready.
- Couldn't I just have one of my dolls? - Not before, it could be dangerous.
Come on. Come on.
You'll have to wait here, miss.
Miss Smith, this is Dr. Downs.
Miss Smith. There's really nothing to worry about at all.
You'll be just as good as new.
- How about another? - No, ma'am. Why don't you have one?
You trying to talk me off my diet?
What are you waiting for? You'll be late for class. Expecting company?
- Not company, roses. - Roses?
This is our anniversary. We've been engaged exactly one week.
I didn't think you'd remember.
That'll be them now.
Well, El Buckaroo.
I was hoping I'd find you here to personally thank you...
- ...for those 30 days in the bucket. - Who is it, Emerson? The delivery...
- ...boy? - Right on.
- What was it you wanted delivered? - What the hell are you doing here?
Just making a little house call.
My last one got sidetracked by assault and battery.
- Randy, please don't cause any trouble. - Trouble?
- You got any jam? - Randy, please leave.
- No jam at all. - Man, I think you better leave.
Don't you bother about me. I'll just fix me a little snack.
I'm used to it. You see, I don't have a chick to fix breakfast for me.
- So I just fix a little snack of my own. - Emerson, let me handle this.
Now that's real cool advice. Since you're in charge, where should we start?
Get the hell out of here, man.
I just don't understand your change of mood, lady.
Now, the last time I was up here, you were in a whole different bag.
I remember that night so clearly.
- You were so good... - I said get the hell...!
Why, Randy? Why?
Come now, little lady. There's nothing to be afraid of.
- I love him. - Nothing at all.
- Why can't you leave us alone? - Come to Papa.
Why you little...
You touch him and I'll cut you! Bastard.
Now, ain't that just the luck?
And here I am without a good cut man in my corner.
I sure could use old Dan Florio right now, because without the cut man...
I might get a little slice under the eye. Don't mean anything.
It'd stop the fight. It don't seem reasonable somehow.
I'm throwing in the towel.
Roxanne, you've been so kind.
I don't know who else
would have been so wonderful.
I need you very much.
Checkmate.
There is no way I can move.
- Another game? - Not just now. Maybe a little later.
- How do you feel today? - All right. Maybe a little better.
- Is all the stiffness gone? - Pretty much so.
Look, Kelly, don't feel you have to stay around here and keep me company.
You must have a thousand things to do.
I don't have anything to do that's more important than this, Harris. Dig?
You're racing through life full steam ahead, not giving a damn...
then something happens to make you stop short.
And you realise that people are what count.
You're important to me, Harris.
- I'm available too. - Swell, Lance. Very good.
Why don't you hie over to my place about 9?
Lance?
- No way, lady. - Lance?
Yeah, I'll see you tonight.
Roxanne? Why don't you drop over to my place about 9:00 tonight?
Bring your little girl. I'm in the mood for one of my special private parties.
Since I'd already proposed to her once, I figured it was just a waste of time.
Oh, Baxter.
And strictly as an afterthought, it occurred to me that...
- ...I loved her. - Oh.
Our generation fights the sex revolution and they get married.
Ain't that true.
Are you sure you won't stay and have dinner?
No, thanks. I'd say yes, but tonight calls for champagne and candlelight.
A toast, a toast, my friends, to our health and cheer and happiness.
Otto, let the ritual begin.
Well done, vassal. Pray, be excused. We have no further need of your services.
Turn off the ovens.
For the queen, so haughty and serene.
- One, two for you, little page. - What are these for?
To sheathe your body for the court. And a brutal one for the jungle denizen.
- Come with me. We'll change. - And the best one of all for me.
- The things that I do for bread. - Not gold. Affection. Friendship.
The strong mutual bond of the round table. We are the spirits of the dead...
- ...creatures treading the river Styx. - I'm here. Doesn't that prove my fealty?
- Doesn't that satisfy you? - I accept your fealty and nobly return it...
and beseech you to get thine ass in gear and garb your angry loins.
OK. OK...
- It is I, Superwoman. - Far out, Z-Man.
Not Z-Man, Superwoman. It bodes nothing unless you're serious.
- Come now, let us seek Jungle Lad. - Hey, rube, it's your party. Let's do it.
Marvellous. It displays you to such magnificent advantage.
Let's not be jealous, Z-Man.
I don't feel so well.
Only the wine going to your head, taking those wicked herbs with it.
- What? - Ancient potion by Merlin the magician.
Just add one part peyote and some other benign goodies.
- It's used in all the best rituals. - It's only a small dose, Casey.
You know how Z-Man is.
I mean, Superwoman. Listen, I'll watch out for you.
No more words, I pray you. Let the games begin.
Roxanne?
Will you watch out for me?
Beyond the valley of the dolls
In a corner of the sky
You are reaching for a cloud
And another way to fly
I am love
And if you respond
Love can carry you above and beyond
Beyond the days of now and then
Far above reality
There's a gentle afterglow
That is easier to see
Come with me
And you'll be upon the sweet bird of love
Feeling beautiful
So unusual
Come with me
And you'll be upon the sweet bird of love
Feeling beautiful
So unusual
This feeling of love
- Jungle Lad. - Ronnie...
I am really ripped. Cool it.
- Ronnie? Nay, nay, Superwoman. - OK.
OK, Superwoman. Whatever.
Oh, am I flashing.
I gotta get my head together.
Maybe some of that sauce.
Jungle Lad, is it not sufficient just to be here locked in embrace...
in the arms of she who is every man's dream?
Who are you to reject Superwoman?
Why do you react so strangely in the embrace...
of the embodiment of carnal desire?
"Carnal desire" my ass.
I, who have never before been spurned, Superwoman.
You wanna know something? You're right.
You wanna know something else? I'm gonna take a downer and crash.
You varlet. You serf. You buggering knave.
How dare you cast aside my alabaster charms...
my capacious love, my undying troth.
Yes, I vow it. Ere this night does wane...
you will drink the black sperm of my vengeance!
How now, Jungle Lad? Why so helpless? And why so frail?
Where is your much vaunted muscular prowess?
I don't know your story. And I don't wanna know it.
All I know is, these goddamn ropes are cutting my wrists...
- ...and I want out now! - Growl, vassal.
You spoil Superwoman's sport when you whine and succour me.
Jungle Lad should be silent and mighty, not a grovelling ant...
creeping across the malodorous moat.
Besides, methinks you miss the point. You are doing what I want...
exactly what I demand, sir.
At last the king of the jungle comes under the imperious rule...
of she who is unconquerable:
Superwoman.
How it excites me, your legendary strength rendered impotent...
as you grovel before the greatest superhero of all time.
The man's out of his gourd.
Methinks you remind me of certain things.
Don't move, you churl.
Don't move a single muscle of that finely fleshed body.
You're a freak, Barzell. You're a stone freak!
I'll get you back in spades, Barzell! I'll get you, you mother!
The vorpal blade goes snicker-snack! Yes, Jungle Lad...
meet my friend Excalibur, mightiest sword of all time.
Forged by Woden, the god of time, legendary blade of King Arthur.
Hurled into the lake, it sprang forth again, shining and pure.
But now, now it is wielded by she who will eclipse all their deeds...
Arthur, Lancelot and even mighty Coeur de Lion, Superwoman!
Listen, Ronnie. See, this whole thing
has been a big game.
Right? A big put on. We've been putting each other on, man!
The trouble is, you think it's for real, but it's not.
Now, we're friends, aren't we? Remember, Z-Man? Put the sword away.
Come on, Z-Man, put it away. You don't need it.
Yeah.
Z-Man? There is no Z-Man, varlet.
And indeed, it is not a game we play. I am Superwoman!
Oh my God. No.
You've been a broad all along. Right, Barzell? A goddamn broad!
A goddamn ugly broad, Barzell!
An ugly broad!
No, Ronnie! No!
Oh, God!
You beg for mercy...
while the cries of 6 million innocent still ring in your ears?
They are waiting for you.
Oh God! Oh God!
So without the Boy Wonder, my sylph-like friend?
- Man, this game's fixed. - Objection. Objection.
- It's your dime. - Help me, I'm at Ronnie's...
and he's flipped out. He's killing everybody!
- Calm down, Z-Man's killing what? - Casey, what's wrong?
He's killing everybody! Please, call the police.
Why turn away from Superwoman, greatest law enforcer of them all.
Hang on, Casey. We'll be right there.
- What's happening? - Casey needs help. Let's go.
Stay here, I'm going around the back.
- Come on, Pet. Let's go. - Help me out of here.
She's dead!
Casey. She's dead.
He killed her! And there's someone else inside...
but I don't know who it is.
- The head is missing! - Oh, my God!
- Kelly? - Harris! Harris, are you hurt?
My toes.... I can feel my legs!
Harris, God!
- Oh, Harris, you can walk. - Kelly. Oh, Kelly.
The act of death has caused another life to be reborn.
Together, we share the wonder of human existence.
And let there be no doubt that all of us are brothers.
There can be no beginning or ending that does not in some way touch another.
For our actions affect the lives and destinies of the many.
Z-Man: He forgot that life has many levels...
and by choosing to live on only one, lost sight of reality.
Ashley: Men were toys for her amusement.
Her total disregard for their feelings made love a stranger to her.
Lance Rocke: He never gave of himself.
Those who only take must be prepared to pay the highest price of all.
Porter Hall used his profession to mask selfish interests...
to betray the trust that should have been sacred.
Susan Lake: Perhaps too pure.
Excessive goodness can often blind us...
to the human failings of those less perfect.
Emerson found that something as precious as love...
brings with it a demand for greater understanding.
Casey and Roxanne: Light and shadow.
Theirs was not an evil relationship. But evil did come because of it.
Otto: An end to Martin Bormann?
Harris: He forgot that yesterday is only for remembering.
Those who choose to live there lose sight of tomorrow.
Pet's mistake: A fleeting thing, born of emotion...
yet it almost ruined the lives of two others
Randy's body: A cage for an animal. It lifted him to the top of his field...
but in the end, the beast almost killed him.
And Kelly? Her selfish involvement...
so ready to turn her back on friendship. The road back is painful.
By her pain, she will never again forget.
You must each decide what your life will be.
You must always know that a hand extended to your fellow man...
is a gesture of love.
Love that asks nothing, expects nothing. It is simply there.
And if love is in you, then gentle will be all your steps...
as you walk beyond this valley.
Come with me
And you'll be upon the sweet bird of love
Feeling beautiful
So unusual
This feeling of love
They always said there'd be a first time for everything.
And this is certainly our first triple ceremony.
Just a second, folks.
It's Porter Hall.
And now, we shall begin.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this afternoon to unite....