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What a God almighty fucking waste of time.
Jesus, what's eating you now?
The title character has had a cardiac infarction.
Bruce is dead.
Well, at least he's consistent.
They'll just get another one from the boat shed.
How many of those things have they got, anyway?
Three? Four?
I mean, we've been on this boat, what, five days?
None of them fucking work.
This whole thing is a disaster.
Christ. It's cold.
Is this thing working?
Let me try.
That should do it.
Jesus.
What are they doing to it?
Don't ask me, man.
Why did it take so goddamn long?
Well, it's not the time it takes to take the take that takes the time.
It's the time it takes between the takes that takes the time to take the take.
How much time did that take you?
Why are the goddamn things so unreliable?
You know, they can put a man on the moon,
but they can't make a mechanical fish that floats.
I was talking with Bob, and as I understand it, it's to do
with the dynamics of the mechanism.
You see, Bruce is powered by pneumatics, right, rather than hydraulics?
Well, because oil and water don't mix. Right.
Well, Bruce is designed to be a neutral weight, so he floats.
But pneumatics uses compressed air and compressed air causes
fluctuations in the weight.
So the longer he's out there and the more he moves, the heavier he gets.
That's fascinating, Roy.
You know, makes me think it would have been easier to get a real shark.
You serious?
Sure.
Why not? Just get a tame shark.
How hard can it be?
You ever seen a real live shark?
I'm from Queens, man!
Of course I've never seen a real live shark.
Richard, you cannot tame a shark.
No? No. What are you going to do?
He eats someone, you tap him on the nose.
He doesn't need someone to throw him a cookie.
Anyway, weather guy says there's a warm front moving in.
Plenty of sunshine; Maybe catch some rays?
Yeah?
I look like the kind of guy who likes to catch some rays.
My skin bypasses tan and goes directly to sunstroke.
I'll not get rich and it lowers your blood pressure.
Lift your mood and gives you vitamin D.
Is this the way you saw your career panning out?
My first picture was Valley of the Dolls. Oh, who were you in that?
Ach, I'm in it for all of forty-five seconds.
There's one line. I'm just an extra really.
What was your first one?
Oh, a little Oscar winner
you may have heard of called The Curse of the Living Corpse.
Oh, really?
Yeah. Not exactly Shakespeare, huh? No.
You've done Shakespeare, right, Roy?
Yeah, sure - Romeo and Juliet at the New York Shakespeare Festival.
I was Mercutio.
Yeah. I'm going to do Shakespeare someday.
I just haven't decided which role I'd be best suited to.
Hamlet or Prince Hal?
Oh, hey, you know, Robert works all the time with Harold Pinter.
I'm going to get him to hook me up.
Jesus, I never thought I'd miss West Hollywood.
I mean that's where I should be instead of freezing my balls off here.
But I guess the film wouldn't work without me.
Come again?
Well, Hooper's the, the brains of the operation,
the scientist, the rationalist.
I mean, without him, there's no shark hunt!
No movie!
Now, that's one way of looking at it.
D'you read the book?
Um, yeah. You did?
They told me not to read it, said it might confuse me.
So what's it like?
Well, it's no Great Gatsby. Okay.
But you know what they say.
It's easier to make a good movie out of a bad book
than out of a great book.
Is that so?
Well, I don't know, but he, I mean, Steven.
Well, he's changed a lot of things for the script.
Yeah? Yeah, like, for example, in the book,
Hooper is having an affair with Brody's wife.
He is?
Damn!
What do you think of Steven?
Oh, well, first thing is, I think people underestimate him.
You know, he may just be a kid, but he's an old head on young shoulders.
Having said that, I think he may be clinically insane!
Really? Yeah.
He's shooting on the ocean.
Nobody shoots on the ocean!
I mean, do you know how many water tanks Universal has?
I mean, you know what it's like man, you work your butt off, you're
- at the mercy of nature. - Wind, rain, tides, sun -
overexposure to all of them.
Jews should stay away from water.
Nothing good ever happened to any Jew on the water.
Didn't Jesus walk on water?
Yeah!
And look what happened to him.
I mean, call me old fashioned, but I think when you're making
a four-million-dollar studio picture, you should have a script.
You know, it seems to me when we talk about something over dinner
and the next day it's in the scene Gottlieb hands us!
I mean, he can't make big-budget Hollywood movies on the fly, man.
One of the crew told me we are already two million dollars over budget.
Who told you that?
Was it Tom? Sure sounds like it's true.
And we still got all the shark stuff left to shoot.
If the fucking thing ever starts working, that is.
Otherwise, we're going to be in Planet of the Apes without the monkeys, man!
Hey, this is going to be such a turkey, why did you sign up?
Oh, I fucked up, is what happened.
I shot this thing last year - The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz …
Serious drama, and I thought “This is it, baby, this is the big time.
This is going to make you a star!”
But I went to the premiere up in Montreal, and,
fuck, man, I stink in it.
But I was the same with American Graffiti.
So I'm watching a rough cut, right?
I go clammy cold.
All of a sudden I'm seeing me... I'm shaped like Smokey the Bear...
and I've got this awful monotonal nasal voice and I'm the worst, right?
And George Lucas sees me and says “What do you think?”
And I say “Well, George, it's a nice movie, and I've already figured out
how you can cut me out.” Lucas told me I was crazy.
Oh, you were terrific. It's a great film.
Hey, you know, when I signed Dick
let slip that the studio wanted Charlton Heston for Brody!
Yeah? You know who they wanted for Hooper?
Jon Voight!
You know that big, blonde son of a bitch.
How the hell they end up with us?
I guess Steven doesn't like big stars.
Doesn't like big stars?
Why the hell not?
I don't know, I guess for reasons of realism.
Oh, realism.
They got a shark out there the size of a truck.
They're worried about realism?! Well maybe it's a new kind of movie.
I mean, you've seen 2001, right? Kubrick's film?
No big names in that..
Yeah, and that movie made absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Hey, you know Robert told me that Kubrick offered him a leading role in it.
Really? What, one of the astronauts?
No. Actually he wanted him to play the lead ape.
Wait, really?
Robert turned him down, said “You're not going to make a monkey out of me!”
Oh, man that is perfect casting!
Shaw the ape-man.
The Neanderthal!
This fucking weather.
Christ I hate this place.
Fucking New England.
People look at me like they've never seen a Jew before.
I'd say it's a distinct possibility they haven't.
I feel like I'm in the goddamn zoo.
I'm out of place here, man. This is not Queens.
No, It's not.
No, no, no, the people here are a bunch of white, Protestant, Lutheran,
stick-up-butt, bridge-playing, clam-chowder-eating, shitheads!
Ladies.
You sick of that clam chowder too?
Oh God, yes! How long have we been shooting?
Seven weeks? Eight!
Oh, I get away from here, I'm not touching seafood
for the next twenty years, man.
Christ, what I wouldn't go for a simple plate
of devil led kidneys on toast.
I've no idea what the fuck that is, but it sounds disgusting.
You're a philistine boy.
Did you have any trouble getting to set, Robert?
My driver took me via the Edgartown Vineyard Haven Road, but
the traffic was terrible so we dropped down
to the Edgartown West Tisbury Road...
Roy stop!
You're talking know, talking about roads again!
If I have any trouble getting to sleep tonight
you can come over to mine and tell me all about it.
What are you reading? Damon Runyon.
Who's that?
Christ, the lights are on, but there's nobody home.
One of your compatriots, but far superior.
Richard, you must have heard of Damon Runyon.
Well, must I? I mean, you can't expect me to know everything.
I think our mistake is expecting you to know anything.
So, Roy, what does The Times have to say about Nixon today?
“Almost forgotten, by the time
Mr. Nixon tendered his resignation, were his days of glory
only two years ago, when he began dismantling the cold war
that had dominated American politics for a quarter century,
with his dramatic journeys to Peking and Moscow and the signing
of the first limitation on the deadly nuclear arms race.
Almost forgotten were his successes in ending American involvement
in the bitterly divisive Vietnam War and in halting the draft.
Gone was the sweeping mandate
Mr. Nixon had won from the American electorate in November, 1972,
when he carried forty-nine states
(all but Massachusetts plus the District of Columbia)
- With the help of what he liked to call 'The silent majority' -
the middle-class Americans of the suburbs and small towns and farms.
Gone were the dreams of an historic realignment
that would make the Republicans the majority party by stripping
blue-collar workers and Southerners from Franklin D. Roosevelt's coalition.”
I am not a crook!
Jesus, they makes him sound like a saint.
Fuck him!
The man appalls me, but I can't help feeling some curious sort of pity for him.
You pity him? Why? I think he hates himself.
What a president! Christ!
The only thing to be said for all this...
there will never be a more immoral president than Tricky Dicky.
Hey, you know you know who kind of looks like Nixon?
Murray.
He does!
I wonder if that's why Steven cast him as the mayor?
Hey, do you know what they're doing to it?
According to the lad Joyner, the damn fool contraption has salt water
in its workings.
It's going to take at least an hour to hoist it out of the brine and drain it.
I think we may have underestimated the power of the sea.
Yes lads - we have angered Neptune.
Oh, I think you mean Poseidon.
Christ, what did they teach you at school?
They're the same bloody god!
Oh, shit. I knew that.
What, you think I'm an idiot?
I presume that's a rhetorical question.
Oh by the way, Robert, have you seen the latest version of the Indianapolis speech.
D'you read it? Uhhh, yeah. Get off!
By Christ,
there's some stinky writing here!
And it's five pages long!
We're not doing a bloody play!
I'm not sure even Olivier could make it work!
I think they might have to cut it.
They can't cut it - it's the heart of the film.
It explains why Quint's a fucking maniac.
Listen...
I just wanted to tell you how much I loved your Claudius.
You were the best Claudius I've ever seen.
Do you think I could do Shakespeare?
No.
Are you going to be here for the rest of our lives?
I hope to God not! What a godforsaken place.
Have either of you noticed certain facial features
keep cropping up with the locals round here?
There's a nose and a jawline that I keep seeing again and again.
Now, you mentioned it...
I don't suppose there's much else to do here in the winter months.
Might as well cuddle up with your sister.
Hey, did you
know that Bob built the squid for 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea?
Did he now?
The technicians are bloody wonderful.
We should have shot it in a goddamn tank!
It's gruelling and pointless!
It wouldn't look the same in a tank.
The story's important, the shark's important,
but the sea is crucial.
I wouldn't have taken the job if we were shooting in a bloody tank.
Okay.
You think you're working too hard, do you?
You think you're overstretched?
You Beverly Hills milk puff!
Well, do you?
I think I'm pretty much busting my balls, yes.
Good god!
When they call wrap and take us in speedboats back to the local bar
and you drape yourself in a blonde or - what was it last night?
A brunette - what do you think the crew are doing?
Those poor bastards have been freezing their arses off in the water
half the time, and then they have to clean and maintain the cameras,
reweld, repatch, and all the other lugging, striking,
and general shit that we never see - why do you think we're first at the bar?
Mike has to balance the camera on his shoulders and flex his legs
to keep the dancing horizon
steady in shot - do you know how physically demanding that is?
If you punched his torso, you'd break your little TV actor's hand.
The divers' fingers are cut to pieces by the barnacles -
and you sit there whining like a fucking baby!
Jesus, you are a vindictive motherfucker you know that?
Fellas, if we really are going to be here for the rest of our lives,
let's try to make the best of it.
It'll be worth it in the end, I suppose.
What, you think this is going to be a hit?
Best films I've been in have made no money, and the worst have made a fortune.
And which category do we fit into?
Well, let me put it like this.
I offered my whole salary plus the overage
for a percentage of the profits.
Zanuck and Brown turned me down.
So it'll be terrible but make a bundle.
What do you think?
Do you imagine it's going to be a second Citizen Kane?
Bread and circuses, chums.
I pray this is
as simpleminded as Hollywood films ever get.
Cinema for “the people” then?
The lowest common denominator, Roy.
Interesting...
What?
Well, I'd heard that you were a “socialist”?
What did you say?
Well, I'd be interested to learn
how you square your left wing principles with the large sums of money you make.
I mean, presumably you donate your entire wages to the workers.
You little turd, in England they tax you ninety percent!
Oh, so that's why you live in Ireland!
Oh.
An apple a day...
What?
Keeps the doctor away.
That's what they used to say, boy.
You could do with a few of these, you know.
And some exercise.
You're in terrible shape for a man your age. It's a tragedy.
Now, wait a minute!
A little man like you can't carry that amount of fat.
What?
You're a disgrace!
I bet you couldn't even do ten press-ups.
What is this, West Point?
Or even five!
I'll give you a hundred dollars right now
if you can do five press-ups.
A hundred dollars?
Alright!
Richard...
No no no no no no no, if he wants press-ups I'll give him press ups.
And they're called push-ups.
Go on then, we're waiting!
Okay. One! Back straight. No cheating!
Two!
D'you know how much money I have to make to look after my family?
Three!
A simple trip to McDonald's restaurant in Los Angeles cost me fifty dollars!
And then there's school fees... Four!
Damn!
Wait wait wait.
Fifty dollars in McDonald's?
How many kids you got?
Nine... so far.
You're going to need a bigger boat!
Oh, Jesus...
Sorry guys, I really love that line.
Did you make that line up?
I don't know, Steven yelled it out before he called action, but I nailed it.
Whoopty-do. You have nine children?
You know, they sell prophylactics at any reputable drug store.
Hahaha!
How about you, Roy?
No, just one. A little girl.
Hey, any of yours want to be actors?
Christ, I hope not!
It's a shriveling profession, isn't it?
Brutal for women.
There are worse jobs. You know what I mean.
It's no job for a grown up.
Actors are children, aren't they?
Present company accepted...
partially accepted.
So, what's your idea of a “grown-up” occupation?
I mean, should we all join the army?
Oh Jesus, no no no no no, count me out.
No, that shit is not for me.
No, they didn't get me in 'Nam.
I was a “conscientious objector.” I worked at a hospital in LA.
Hahaha!
Hey, it was plenty dangerous at that hospital!
Yes. I'm certain you stubbed your toe on more than one occasion!
Screw you man!
What, I have to apologise because I didn't put on a uniform
and go about killing people?
No one's asking you to apologise for anything, Richard.
Yeah well, I got morals, principles.
“Give peace a chance!” That's what I say.
Nonviolence - talk things over.
Hell, if Nixon and Kissinger and Brezhnev and Min and Mao
all got together and smoked a little weed, all our problems would be solved!
How profound.
You sound like a village idiot!
I get what you're saying Rich, but you know,
god knows 'Nam is 'Nam, but don't
you think sometimes you have to fight - maybe even die - for what you believe in?
I think I'm going to be sick.
That's something of an overreaction.
Hasn't got his sea legs yet!
You know, he adores you. He adores himself.
No, he does, he's very keen for you to introduce him to Harold Pinter.
Good God, what a car crash that would be.
I heard he's quite a character. He'd eat Richard alive.
All that would be left would be a pile of bones.
I'm okay. False alarm!
Jesus!
Two weeks, I can't get rid of the stink of that rotting fish out of my nose.
Oh, that shark was ripe when it came out the box and it only got worse.
It makes sense, so - I looked this up, it's fascinating.
Here we go...
Sharks are one of the quickest species to decompose because they're so primitive
-they're, like, four hundred million years old.
They're older than trees!
No skeletons, just cartilage.
Sharks don't have skeletons?
Nobody told me this.
Oh. Get this: Sharks have survived five mass extinction events.
Five?! Yeah, scientists figured there's going to be another one.
It's something to do with the weather.
You know, things will get real hot.
Humans will die. Mammals. But sharks...
they're just going to keep on swimming around.
Hell, they might even become the dominant species.
If this film survives, perhaps it will be watched by sharks one day.
Yeah - but to them, it'll be a tragedy about a mild
mannered shark just going about his day, eating a few people
who get senselessly murdered by three assholes!
...two sharks leaving the cinema, one says to the other.
“Well, I quite liked it, apart from the ending.”
I guess it puts it all into perspective, right?
The human race will cease to exist someday
and here we are worrying about a stupid movie.
Hey, don't knock this “stupid movie.” This is going to make us famous.
Is that why you're doing this?
Well,
who doesn't want to be a movie star?
Speak for yourself.
I'd rather be known for my writing. Jesus!
The problem with the acting profession
these days is that every little pissant wants to be a movie star, but
nobody wants to play a Wednesday matinee at the Stockton-on-Tees Forum!
I had this bellboy come up to me the other day
who told me he'd love to be famous like me.
He got it the wrong way round.
Fame is the by-product.
It is the shit of art!
Okay, man, okay, calm down!
Christ!
I'm an artist, okay,
I want to make art.
If I happen
to make a million bucks, get blown a hell of a lot,
maybe make the cover of Time magazine along the way, then where's the harm?
You think Shakespeare didn't get blown?
Sure he did!
Put your money where your mouth is, for god's sake!
There are plenty of theatres in this country!
Yeah, well, that's what I'd love to do… Oh, you know Harold Pinter, right?
Mr. Pinter and I have worked together on a number of occasions, yes.
What's he like? He is a great man.
He's also an accomplished sprinter.
He used to sprint for his county.
Pinter the sprinter.
Well done, Roy!
So do you think that you could, you know, put in a good word for me?
I'd love to do some serious theatre work in some of his stuff -
on Broadway or London even.
Do you think you could do that?
Alright!
If you're deadly serious, I'll give you his number.
Come on! Don't fuck it up.
Pinter is actually a very friendly man, Richard.
There's nothing he enjoys more than chatting to people who appreciate his work.
Just call him up - he's an early riser by the way - say “Harold” -
make sure you use his first name, he cannot bear formality -
“Harold, let's work together!” Yeah?
Oh yes!
The other thing he loves is
when people come up with theories as to what his plays are about.
He gets a tremendous kick out of that.
Ooh, that's great
because I've got one of those from, what's it called, The Dumb Waiter,
they're dead, right?
And they're in hell. Oh, that's very good.
He won't have heard that one before.
That's so good, I got so much more I can talk about with that play in particular...
Just a moment.
Robert? Yes.
Do you ever think you're too hard on him?
It is the grit in the oyster that produces the pearl, Roy.
I am that grit.
He's giving a better performance because of me.
Oh, so that's why you're doing it?
Making his life hell - to improve his performance?
Of course.
What?
Nothing - it's just I'm not sure that's what it is.
You're not going to believe this.
So they get the replacement shark, they strap it to the rig,
they take it underwater, they bring it back up, it's got a huge dent in its chin.
Fucking thing looks like Kirk Douglas.
So? So they got to
take it back to base and hammer the goddamn dent out of it.
Ah shit. Now, Jim says we might as well call it a day.
The fog's moved in anyway. Sorry guys.
Jesus! I know. What a waste of time.
FUCKING CHRIST! Easy, Robert.
My fucking visa is running out, for Christ's sake!
I've got what - two or three days left before they tax the shit out of me!
I'll owe the fucking IRS for the fucking Sting and Pelham 123!
I already spend every spare day in Canada or bloody Bermuda!
Hey, come on, we'll go back to the hotel bar, have ourselves a steak, have a drink.
Maybe have some more of that clam chowder, huh?
Great! Be with you in a moment.
That was quite a performance you gave earlier today, Richard,
throwing up between takes.
Oh god...
What's in the paper today, then, Roy?
You mean aside from Nixon?
War, disease, famine, bombs, terrorists, riots, religious maniacs.
You know, the usual.
What a wonderful world...
Thar she blows.
So what are your plans today, Roy,
in the extremely likely event that don't get that bloody shark operational?
Oh you know, I'll go over my lines for the scar scene, not that
there are that many then if it warms up, go out on deck, maybe catch a few rays.
Again?
Good God. You were out there all day yesterday, man.
It's pathological!
No, you should try it.
I can think of better things to do than gaze at my navel.
I really think there's a spiritual element to it.
Sitting there, soaking in the heat, listening to the ocean, the birds,
letting your mind breathe, it's almost like meditating.
You're beginning to sound like our resident beatnik.
Sunshine is healthy.
You know,
I wasn't going to say anything, Roy, but has it occurred to you
that you're much browner now than you were at the beginning of the shoot?
I mean, what are you going to do if they need pick-ups?
They can do anything in post-production these days.
Shame they can't fix my speech.
Come on, let's bid.
Three. Two.
I will also say two, you pussies. Can't say two.
Why not?
It can't add up. I explained this!
Somebody has to suffer.
Why does somebody always have to suffer?
It's the law of the universe.
Alright, fuck it, three.
Hold on, hold on.
The first time I played the ace of clubs,
and then you trumped it with the two of hearts.
Now you've just played a club.
So? You have to follow suit, you arsehole!
Oh shit, I forgot, I'm sorry!
I would've won that, you know...
YES, YES, YES! I would've won...
Lighting!
Overhead.
Okay: Quiet please!
Rehearsing...
whenever you're ready, gentlemen.
“That was the USS Indianapolis, Mr. Hooper.
You've heard of that, right?
Well, I was there.
Let me tell you about the USS Indianapolis.
It was 1945, Chief.
The Pacific was filled with Japanese submarines.
They were everywhere.
We'd just left the island of Tinian, a lovely place, Chief.”
Oh for God's sake.
I can't say this!
It's duller than my tax return.
I mean, listen to this: “In the middle of the second day,
some of us started to go crazy from the thirst.
One fella cried out he saw a river, another claimed he saw a waterfall,
some started to drink the ocean and choked on it, and some left
our little group squares
and swam off alone lookin' for islands and the sharks took them right away.
It was mainly the young fellas
that did that - the older ones stayed where they was.”
For fuck's sake!
It goes on for FOUR pages like this!
All right, Robert, we'll give it back to John.
No, no, no, don't give it back to Milius!
I'd like to take a crack at it.
Let me take it away and I'll write it myself.
Okay, Robert, take a shot at it.
Thank you, Steven.
Moving on, everybody!
Okay, so here's another interesting fact.
Honey is the only food that doesn't spoil.
Honey from the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archeologists
and been found to be edible.
Sorry, Robert.
Am I boring you?
WOO-HOO!
Shhhh! OH, YES SIRREE, BOB! Shhh!
Hungover, he's hungover... Oh my God! It's a hit!
I'm in a hit! A fucking hit!
“Kravitz, played by a continually grinning, scratching,
nervous-making-yet-vulnerable Richard Dreyfuss, comes across effectively
and with force.” Would you kindly fuck off, boy?
Look here in The Times!
In The Times! Look, there!
“Not a bad performance in the film.” Not a bad performance!
Oh Christ on a bicycle! This is it!
I'm big, I'm officially big.
Oh, I'm going to be feted at Sardi's, and Elaine's.
Have you ever eaten at Elaine's, Roy? No.
Oh, well, dinner's on me next time you're in town.
The food stinks, but the clientele are the crème de la crème.
Are you aware just how much you sound like a cheap prick?
Oh, you're just hungover from drinking all night with Thornton Wilder.
Oh God, it hurts me to even hear you say his name, boy.
I wish you had a scintilla of his class.
Oh man, I wish I'd been there.
Tell me, what did you talk about?
Writing.
Life.
Real things. Oh Christ...
I need my stomach lining.
Would you help me out, Roy?
Thank you.
Six!
What's happening on set?
The usual.
Still trying to fix the shark? Yup.
All right, let's have a game. Poker.
Oh crap, I left the cards in my street clothes.
Alright... shove ha' penny?
Excuse me?
Shove ha' penny. It's a pub game. Let me show you.
Out of the way, boy.
You take a coin, put it on the table, hit it with your finger,
try to get it as far as you can without touching the sides or the end.
The one who goes furthest is the winner.
And this is a real game?
This is a real game.
Best of five.
One hundred dollar entry. A HUNDRED DOLLARS?!
Come on! Roy?
Oh, I see, this is a shakedown!
Oh, come on, Richard, what else are we going to do?
I don't know, maybe work on my part.
Won't do any good. Very amusing.
You know, call me crazy, but I take this movie seriously.
This is not a movie.
This is a trifle, an entertainment.
You know, art and entertainment are not mutually exclusive.
He's got a point.
- I mean, take Casablanca. - You like Casablanca, right, Robert?
“Kiss me, kiss me
as if it were the last time.” Of course I like
Casablanca , Roy - one of Bogies finest.
You think they knew they were making a “great film”,
or were they just making a trifle?
I get what you're saying, lads,
but I still think this film is destined for the dustbin of history.
Like those other big beasts of this decade:
The Towering Inferno,
The Exorcist,
Love Story,
Airport.
Do you think anyone's going to remember any of those?
I like.
That's because you're young...
and an idiot.
You barely know how to wipe your own arse.
Hey I resent that.
I've been wiping my ass perfectly adequately since I was twenty!
Look are we going to stand around all day bickering like schoolgirls
or are we going to play shove ha'penny?
I vote for bickering like schoolgirls!
Come on, you degenerates!
I haven't got any ha'pennies, so quarters'll have to do.
What the fuck is a ha'penny?
Half a penny.
It's perfectly simple -
Two ha'penny to a penny, twelve pennies to a shilling,
two shillings to a florin, ten florins to a pound.
On the nose! And a guinea?
Twenty-one shillings!
I'll drink to that.
You're making this up! Of course we're not.
Right, a hundred dollars in the pot.
Come on! WHAT?
There you go.
Roy! Come on, in!
Now you - cough up, boy!
Why don't you shove that ha'penny up your ass?!
The money!
I don't have a hundred on me!
Well, you were certainly flashing the cash around
when you were flirting with that waitress last night.
Okay, okay. Fine, fine.
Come on!
I'm counting, man! Let's have it!
Okay, right, right!
Now we can play your stupid fucking limey game.
Observe, gentlemen.
Not bad.
You next, Roy.
Why do I get the impression this is how you misspent your youth, Robert?
Pretty good, Roy.
Pretty good for a first try.
Why thank you. Now you, boy.
Okay.
Hey! Can you back off a little?
Terribly sorry.
Goddamn it!
Nerves the better of you? The fucking coin was bent!
Oh dear me boy, it's a bad workman that blames his tools.
That's one to me. Come on! Round two.
Yes! Ba ba boom!
This is the one.
Come on Roy! Here we go. Nice.
Oh would you look at that!
No, no, Roy, you weren't behind the line.
What line?
This line - forgot to mention it. Hey, what the hell?
Come on. No cheating.
Man, this is not okay!
Oh crap. Sorry, Roy.
How many of these games do you know?
Oh, quite a few - Jenkins, penny football, pitch-and-toss.
We must play pitch-and-toss.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah!
All right, all right. Don't get too full of yourself.
That's one to you. It sure is, buddy.
Okay, here we go.
Shit man.
Pride comes before a fall, eh laddie? Roy?
Okay.
Perhaps this is my chance to redeem myself.
Perhaps not.
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies.
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain!
Whoa!
Remarkable.
You're a hustler.
He's a fucking hustler.
Two to me and one to you!
Yeah, yeah, okay - get on with it.
For we've received orders for to sail back to Boston…
Oh, you hit the side!
BUGGER! Oh, that's not so good, Robert!
What were you saying about pride coming before the fall?
The table surface is irregular.
Now, who's blaming his tools? Okay, here we go.
Come on.
Just can't get the hang of this game.
Step aside, gentlemen, make way for Deadeye Dreyfuss..
Get on with it!
OH!
Very good Richard! You played this game before?
Yeah sure.
We play a lot of shove ha'penny in Beverly Hills.
That's two-all to us.
I wonder what I'm going to buy with my 300 bucks?
I'm going to grind you into the dirt, boy.
Robert, has anyone ever told you you're kind of competitive?
You don't know the half of it. When I was seven
my father moved the whole family, lock, stock, and barrel, to the Orkneys
off the coast of Scotland.
A bloody inhospitable place.
I was the only boy in the entire school with an English accent.
The other children made my life hell.
I'm sure it would have been worse if I'd been able to understand a word
they were saying…
I'm was obsessed with football.
Oh, you mean soccer? No, football!
The first thing I wanted to do in the Orkneys was to join the school team,
but they turned me down, the bastards. Said I wasn't good enough.
But it was because I was English, because of the accent.
So I formed my own team.
I went round the whole school and I rounded up all the other misfits
they'd turned down -
the Irish lad, the fat boy, the boy with the inch-thick spectacles.
I found ten of them, and I was the captain.
I trained those boys every day out there on the icy playing fields
and then we challenged the school team to a match -
And you beat them ten-zero!
…Four-nil, actually. Have I told this story before?!
No, no, but we've all seen The Magnificent Seven.
Are you doubting my word?
Oh, come on, Robert, please - Now, Richard, no punching below the belt.
Everybody calm down, four weeks is a long time to
be stuck together.
Four weeks is a long time
to be stuck on a slow boat to China with Brigitte Bardot and Raquel Welch.
With you, it's a fucking eternity!
Hey, come on, come on, let's play.
I'll go first, seeing as I'm bound to do badly.
Christ Roy, just retire.
Yeah okay, I will.
Come on boy. Two-all!
It's do or die.
Hands don't fail me now.
You'll never do it, you little punk.
FUCK! Oh no!
Damn it, man, I was the worst shot of my life!
I've been a wild rover for many a year and I've spent all my money on
whisky and beer and now I'm returning with gold in great store.
I never will play the wild rover
no more and it's no, nay, never!
No, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover.
No never, no more!
Oh you lost! Oh, Jesus Christ!
THANK YOU GOD!
THANK YOU JEHOVAH! He's gonna be unbearable.
WOOHOO!
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, YOU WIN! Goddamn it!
Boy, you are such a bad loser, man!
Let it go, Robert.
Woohoo!
Yeah, yeah, I see the money.
I see the money. Put it away.
Dumb luck, I guess!
For sure!
Why is there a bottle of whisky
strapped to the underside of the table?
In case it's needed.
May I have a drink?
Knock yourself out.
You know,
there's a question I've been wanting to ask...
And what might that be?
Why do you drink so much?
To cope with smart-arses like you, Richard.
No. Seriously.
Roy?
Just a finger.
I'm English.
We have to drink to cope with the climate.
If the English didn't drink we'd have died out years ago.
No no no no no, I don't buy that.
No, I know plenty
of Brits that don't hit the bottle.
Come on, I want the real reason.
What is it the “artistic temperament” shtick?
Why does anybody drink?
Why do you smoke that's the stuff that makes you giggle?
Why do you snort that powder that makes your eyes water?
I've seen you coming out of the boghouse red-eyed, sniffing like a dog.
Now, why would you do that?
I'm not gonna deny I like getting high occasionally.
Yes, that's how it starts.
My God, I loved to drink when I was young.
It was such pleasure going to the pub
and getting smashed after a show.
People talk about there being a cultural pressure
to drink in England, but as a young man
it felt natural,
wonderful,
it freed us up.
We talked about art, politics,
we were theatrical revolutionaries,
we were going to change the world!
Working with George Devine
at the Royal Court,
doing The Long and The Short
and The Tall with Peter O'Toole…
Heaven.
Oh, I think you did change the world.
It's just that the world tends to revert to type.
Bless you, Roy.
Anyway…we were competitive.
We'd pride ourselves on still being able to function after a tidal wave of booze!
Still standing, like a bull
peppered with banderillas.
I don't know at what point
drink became a part of me...
perhaps even before I was born.
My father was an alcoholic, you know.
A real alcoholic, not just a barroom brawler
or a dilettante drinker like O'Toole.
A proper hollow-legged drunkard...
Trouble is, these days I find it interferes with my writing.
I tried to quit last year,
but I found myself with a drink in my hand
as a reward for a week of not drinking.
Cheers!
Well, we do appear to be having
a real old heart-to-heart, don't we?
How'd you get that beautiful broken nose, Mr. Scheider?
The 1946 Diamond Gloves tournament.
I was thirteen.
I lost by technical knockout to Myron Greenberg.
You were a boxer?
Welterweight.
Oh, that's a real man's profession.
Not like this, poncing about on a sound stage covered
in makeup like a prostitute!
Was your father a boxer?
No, no, he was an auto mechanic.
He ran a local gas station, you know, typical blue-collar guy but
full of contradictions.
You know, he hates everybody.
Blacks, Jews, Catholics, Communists.
And yet he married a Catholic, his friends with the Jewish people
who ran the local store and his dentist was black.
But behind closed doors,
all this bile came pouring out.
He made derogatory remarks
right in front of us.
Did you fight with him? Oh yeah!
He beat the hell out of me.
My biggest crime was disagreeing with him.
Well, I realised as an adolescent
that what my father was telling me wasn't true.
I took the beatings
to let him know he wasn't fooling me.
But my mother couldn't intervene
so I got the support that I needed from a
man who worked at the gas station.
One of my father's black employees, as a matter of fact.
A guy named Friend Avery.
I bet you couldn't wait to get as far as you could from the family business.
It's complicated, you know!
I was a sick kid, I had rheumatic fever.
I'd have these horrendous attacks.
My mother stayed home to take care of me.
She thought I was going to die.
I spent an awful lot of time in bed
thinking,
dreaming, you know, creating all these fantasy worlds.
That's probably what led me into acting.
To this day, I cannot stand to be in a room with an unmade bed or drawn drapes.
I have to throw them open to let in the fresh air and the sunshine.
My dad wanted me to be a lawyer.
I know right?
Typical Jewish family.
You got to be a lawyer or a doctor.
You know, you may find this difficult to believe,
but I was kind of an irritating kid.
No, no!
Yeah, yeah.
Short.
Scrawny. Overconfident.
I went to see The Great White Hope on Broadway.
I didn't like the play, didn't like the direction.
But in two scenes, Jane Alexander
and James Earl Jones
got to me so badly,
so deeply, that I was not only crying,
I was snotting gracelessly down my face!
I mean, I was beyond hope!
Oh, and when it ended, I leaped into the air.
I was wearing my little bar mitzvah suit on a trip to the city,
and I was shaken to my core.
So later, I was sitting with my mother
at the kitchen table, and I told her.
I want to be an actor.
And she said “Well, don't just talk about it, do it!”
So I got up
and I auditioned for a play at the West Side Jewish Community Center.
My dad was not happy.
Oh, but you should hear him now on the subject of.
“My son, the famous actor.” Oh, my dad's the same.
When I was nominated for French Connection, he wouldn't
even come to the phone, but now, you know, he gets a real kick out of it!
Hey, is your father still around, Robert? No.
He killed himself when I was twelve.
Oh, shit.
Really?
Oh yes.
Christ, he's been gone such a long time.
He was a Victorian… Funny to think that, isn't it?
Different era.
An extraordinary man… marvelous man.
He was a doctor in the Orkneys,
I told you about the Orkneys, those terrible islands
where there's wind and sea and you get hundred mile-an-hour gales.
He was the lighthouse doctor, and he used to keep
a medical bag on each island,
and when the boat couldn't get in because the sea was so rough,
he used to tie a rope around his waist,
and jump into the freezing water and swim ashore, and
there would be his medical bag, and he would
deliver whatever baby was to be delivered. Wow.
I don't know whether being in the First World War drove him to drink.
He would sit at the end of my bed and cry
when he thought I was asleep.
I've always wished
he could have lived a little longer, because I felt I could have helped him.
Which all boys feel, I think if their father dies,
whether it's in a war - it's Vietnam, it's drugs, it's drink, or
whatever the hell it is, you always feel, if you're
a proud son, that you could have… said something.
For years,
I dreamt
I was walking with my father in a beautiful place
and I was holding his hand and I said to him:
“Everything'll be alright, Dad.”
Well, I never got to that…
He wanted me to be a doctor.
It was a school teacher that got me into the theatre, a man named Wilkes.
He took us up to the West End.
I saw Gielgud's Hamlet.
Dad was gone by then.
You know, it's funny.
I've always thought I must live at least as long as he did.
I don't know why.
Perhaps it's something all men feel.
How old was he when he died?
Fifty-two.
How old are you now?
Forty-seven.
Five more years to go...
if I make it.
Yeah?
Well, I can help with that.
What are you doing, boy? Richard?
I'm saving you a life, pal? Richard??
What are you fucking doing? I should have done this weeks ago.
Richard? Richard!
RICHARD, NO!!!
Calm down! Easy.
Whoa whoa whoa!
KEEP STILL YOU SON OF A BITCH! ROBERT!
I'll KILL YOU! I'll FUCKING KILL YOU!
FUCKING LITTLE BASTARD! You're choking me!
That's enough!
NEVER TOUCH ANOTHER MAN'S BOOZE! DID NO ONE EVER TELL YOU THAT?
NEVER TOUCH ANOTHER MAN'S BOOZE!
Let go of him, Robert, you're going to hurt him! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!
Robert! We're shooting a movie for Universal Pictures.
If you kill him, they will sue you.
They'll sue your wife. Sue your kids.
Hell, they might even sue me! AH!
Lunatic.
You fucking lunatic!
You could've injured me badly! Oh, shut up, you little crybaby.
I barely touched you.
My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.
Your theatrical gesture backfired.
Yeah, I got to say, that played out a lot better in my head.
You owe me ten dollars for that bottle!
It was half-empty!
GIMME THE MONEY! FINE!
I'm gonna have to find someone else to go down the liquor store.
Oh, don't tell me you don't have another bottle stuffed around here somewhere.
Maybe I have and maybe I haven't.
You will never know.
Go fuck yourself!
- Hey and another thing. - That play of yours -
The Man in the Glass Booth, that's anti-Semetic, man!
I thought you called yourself an intellectual boy!
You've the mentality of a tabloid hack!
And I don't like you calling me “boy”. Is that right, BOY!?
Jesus, you two!
Please, will you fucking relax?
You're going to give me a nervous breakdown.
Now, we got to finish this movie and get the hell out of here!
Yeah,
yeah, I guess.
So, come on.
Please shake hands. What?!
Oh, come on.
I'm sorry I threw your liquor
overboard, Robert.
Very well, Richard, I accept your apology.
But if you ever lay a finger on one of my bottles
again, I will put you in the ground.
You know what I like about you, Robert?
You're so easy going,
so carefree.
Just remind me to never get you angry again.
That wasn't me getting angry, Richard.
When I'm angry, you'll know about it.
Hey!
Thank you for not putting him in the ground.
My dear fellow, I am a professional.
Sounds incredible, but the weather's right,
there are no boats in shot, and Bruce is actually working.
Roy, they're ready for us. Really?
Come on! Quick!
Before any of those three things change.
Richard - a piece of advice before they start shooting...
Yeah? Mind your mannerisms!
Okay...
when you're ready Robert.
Just a moment.
Alright.
Okay... Quiet on set everybody... quiet please.
“Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief...”
Sorry Robert - we're not rolling. Oh shit.
Oh sorry. My mistake.
Okay, quiet on set!
Camera? Rolling!
Sound? Speed.
Mark it.
Scene 191, D.
Take one. And action!
“Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief…
We was comin' back from the island of Leyte…
Oh Christ, sorry,
sorry...
keep rolling!
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes
into our side, Chief… We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte.
We'd just delivered the bomb.
The Hiroshima bomb.
Eleven hundred men went into the water.
Vessel went down in twelve minutes…”.
Christ, what comes next?
Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour…
What…?! Speak up, for god's sake!
Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour...
Shut up, boy! Are you playing Quint now?!
I know the bloody lines, fool, I fuckin' wrote them.
Look at your furry little face!
He's like a Chihuahua!
You know,
there is one part you could play in Shakespeare, boy!
The Fool!
You play Fool and I'll play Lear.
How about that?
“You think I'll weep…
No, I'll not weep,
I have full cause of weeping, you motherfuckers!
But this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, or ere I'll weep…”.
You play Fool to my Lear, and I'll
play Falstaff to his Chihuahua!
Robert, I think we should leave it there!
Sorry Steven!
I slipped!
Alright, everybody, that's a wrap!
Oh, Roy, Roy, Roy my boy,
you're a good man, very loyal,
you can play Kent - or Gloucester, if you don't mind
your eyes being gouged out...
Sorry everybody!
Sorry...
AAAHHHHHH!
“That's it.
Goodbye.
I'm not gonna waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch…”
“That's it. Goodbye.”
No.
“That's it.
Goodbye…”
“That's it.
Goodbye.
I'm not gonna waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.”
Shit.
Piece of advice, boy.
Listen to me -
when I was on the London stage
playing Macbeth back in 1906,
Sir Robertson Fuckwad said to me, he said to me.
“Shaw, you are the biggest douchebag I have ever
had the misfortune to have met.”
And since that day, boy, I have striven,
with the sweat on my brow and the strain of my sinew
to become the largest douchebag
in the history of the universe.
And I have done it, boy, I have done it!
Now where's my booze?
I've only had six bottles of rum today!
I need more!
Give me more!
Ah! Marvelous!
Don't you think so, Roy?
Well actually Robert,
here's an interesting fact, interestingly enough.
The douchebag was a contraceptive device
first used by Martha Washington in the eighteenth century.
Now isn't that interesting?
Don't you think that's interesting?
Am I interrupting?
No no no no no no no no no.
I'm just doing some lines.
Script lines.
You, want me to go over them with you?
There's no need.
We've already shot the scene.
Why are you doing them, then?
Oh, you know, just the usual.
Torturing myself.
Oh. Tired?
I didn't get any sleep last night.
Ohhh!
No. Oh.
I was watching TV, a documentary on the war.
They kept showing the pictures of the burning monk
and the naked girl with the napalm burns.
I can't get the images out of my mind.
Roy?
Remind me to never double date with you.
Have they fixed the shark, perchance?
Oh no, but that is not the current problem.
What is the current problem?
Oh the townsfolk.
The local authorities are now complaining about the set that Joe Alves built,
you know - Quint Shack. What?
Yeah, it's thirty-eight feet high
and there's a twenty-four foot limit on the local building code.
So they want it demolished, rebuilt with proper concrete foundations,
electrical connections, waste pipes, piles below sea level.
Oh, and a permit that is going to take six months to come through.
But it's a fucking set.
It's going to be demolished in six days.
I know. Assholes.
I know.
God, those bastards deserve all the bad luck that's coming their way.
May their limbs wither
and their eyeballs burst in their skulls - as my father used to say.
Jesus, he sounds like a real peach. Oh, yeah, yeah.
He walked out on the family on the night of my twenty-first birthday.
Oh, man. I'm sorry to hear that.
It's fine.
It's not exactly as if we ever played catch
together.
Roy? What?
Am I any good?
As an actor?
What, are you fishing for compliments?
Of course I think you're good, Richard. Well, I don't.
I think maybe Robert's right, I'm a fake.
A phoney.
You know, I was on set yesterday, and I didn't know who I was.
I didn't feel like Hooper.
I didn't feel like me.
I just felt completely disembodied.
Everybody feels like that sometimes. They do?
Do you ever feel like that?
Yeah, sure I do.
Yeah? Well, everyone was looking at me yesterday like they knew!
Like they knew I was a fake.
Steven, Gottlieb, Lorraine, James,
Michael, everyone.
Has anyone said anything to you about me?
What are you talking about?
Has Steven said something about me? Or Gottlieb?
Gottlieb hasn't said anything. So Steven said something about me?
Neither of them have said anything!
Richard, I hesitate to say this, but don't you think you're
being a little paranoid? Paranoid?!
So that's what they're saying about me.
- I'm paranoid?!
Oh shit - oh shit - Richard?
Richard, are you okay?
I'm fine.
Just... just give me a minute, please.
Okay Richard, you are now hyperventilating.
That means you're exhaling more than you're inhaling.
You are breathing out carbon dioxide quicker than you're breathing in oxygen.
Yeah, thanks for that titbit Roy... it's very interesting.
Jesus, how much of that snow have you had this morning?
No no no no no no no I haven't had any yet today!
Okay, that's good, you know, you gotta stop doing that to yourself.
It's, it's, it's unhealthy.
You know, it's irresponsible.
You know, we're here, we're shooting a movie,
there's a lot of people counting on you! Roy!
WHAT THE FUCK! Oh Jesus, calm down! No!
Hang on! Oh God!
Wait wait wait wait.
Okay, okay, okay.
Concentrate on the flame.
Gaaaagh!
Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It's right here, Richard.
Just concentrate on the flame! Which part?
The blue part or the yellow part? WHICH PART?
All of it Richard!
Just breathe in, breathe out.
Concentrate on the entire flame.
All I can
see is the burning monk you were talking about!
All right, stop it, Richard!
Everything's okay.
You're wonderful actor.
You're exactly where you're meant to be, Richard.
You're wonderful.
You are wonderful.
What the holy fuck are you two doing?
Take it easy Robert, Richard's having a panic attack.
Oh, I see.
I thought I'd stumble into Woodstock for a moment!
I really think he needs some space, Robert.
Oh for God's sake, what's the matter with you, Petunia?!
JUST FUCK OFF ROBERT WOULD YOU?!
JUST FUUUUCK OFFFFF!
“When, in disgrace
with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
and trouble deaf
heaven with my bootless cries,
and look upon myself
and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
featured like him, like him
with friends possessed,
desiring this man's art
and that man's scope,
with what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts
myself almost despising,
haply I think on thee,
and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising from sullen earth)
Sings hymns at heaven's gate;
for thy sweet love remembered
such wealth brings
that then I scorn to change my state
with kings.”
I wrote that when I was five.
Where have you been?
Highland Links.
Shot eighty-eight.
Is that good or bad?
I got two birdies on the front nine, but I fucked up coming back.
Lost two balls.
Putting was horrendous.
Every time, just before I'm about to hit my first shot,
I say to myself “today's the day!” but it never is.
Why do you put yourself through it? I don't know.
It's a modern
incarnation of an ancient fertility rite.
It was invented by sex
starved Scottish shepherds.
The ball is the sperm and the hole is the egg.
You replicate the difficult and dangerous journey to conception,
trying to get there first.
Huh. Never thought of golf that way.
Does it apply to other sports?
Probably.
In football, the goal is the egg and the ball is the sperm.
In basketball, the hoop is the egg.
I don't think that it works in baseball.
No, because there you've got one guy
trying to get his sperm past another guy
who's trying to get his sperm out the park.
You're right...
baseball is a fruitless pursuit.
Well,
whatever fertility rite you're performing it's
certainly working.
I need some air.
You are full of surprises.
Snifter? Oh no, thank you.
If I mix Jamaican rum with Irish whisky, I wonder what it would make?
Trouble.
God he makes me feel so old.
You're hardly old, Robert.
I know but when I was his age,
the world was my oyster,
so full of possibility.
But it was an illusion.
A mirage of unknown futures
that all disappear once you make a choice.
The greatest thing about being young
is the falsehood that the blank canvas
will lead you to limitless adventure.
You know what,
I think I will have that drink now.
Man takes a drink.
Drink takes a drink.
Drink takes the man.
Mr. Scheider,
there are still boats in the shot.
Go ahead and take your lunch.
Here we go.
Let's get it up to the sun.
The sun is out,
the skies are blue.
Peace.
Mr. Scheider, the sailboat's
now out of shot and the background is clear.
Lunch is cancelled.
We gotta shoot. Sending a boat over.
Please respond.
Waste of goddamn time.
Mr. Scheider, can you pick up, please? Well, what do you...
Do you copy?
Yeah I copy you asshole! Mr. Scheider?
Can you come in?
We are sending a boat, please be ready,
we've got to shoot!
Mr. Scheider, are you receiving?
Ready when you are!
Still not in there...
Where the bloody hell are you?
Had enough of the shit.
Come to me.
Oh, Christ.
Where the bloody hell are you?
What the hell are you doing?
Oh Christ, it's you!
Last month, I hid a bottle of Lagavulin in here
so cunningly, with such Machiavellian guile,
that I've subsequently been completely unable to find it.
I mean, it's the last day for Christ's sake.
You need it? Yes, I need it.
Okay, well, how hard can it be?
Like Roy said, it's not that big a boat.
That is a misquotation, my friend.
Oh Christ, I've been over every square inch of this bloody place.
Well, I can help!
If you think I'm letting you anywhere near my booze after that stunt you pulled!
No, I don't have a death wish.
Jeez no - I'm really good at finding stuff.
Oh, this, this one time we were in Italy.
What are you doing in Italy?
Oh, we traveled around Europe a lot when I was a kid.
You go to Ireland?
Ireland? Nope. Pity.
It's a wonderful country.
Of course,
the people are all completely mad, but that's what's so wonderful about them.
You know I once ordered spaghetti in a Cork restaurant,
and when it arrived, it was still in the shape of the can.
Wait.
They eat canned spaghetti?
They eat pig's trotters and tripe and kidneys.
Jesus.
I live in County Mayo, right by the shores of Loch Mask.
The water is clear enough to drink.
I can row across the lake to Paddy Walsh's pub
and have my choice of either Guinness or Smithwick's.
That is if Paddy isn't out fishing for brown trout.
No, I love the Irish.
They're God's own people.
Are you sure this bottle's in here?
No! Oh Christ!
Now you've got me questioning myself.
Did I drink the Lagavulin?
You know, they could do a marvelous games how on television -
get in six drinkers, get them each to hide a bottle of scotch,
then drink a bottle of scotch, then they have to find the first one!
Sounds great.
Real family fun.
Oh, BINGO!
Saints be praised!
You're like a truffle pig, boy!!
Come on. Oh, no, no, I better not.
You wouldn't be refusing to drink with me, would you, Richard?
Okay, okay. Fine.
Robert. Fine.
Christ.
Oh! That's a twelve-year-old scotch.
How'd you get it out here?
Oh, I know someone who could get hold of moonshine in Saudi Arabia.
Who? Ned Lynch.
He sounds like a pirate.
Probably comes from a long line of smugglers.
It keeps me out of trouble, too.
I fired him several times, but he's never accepted it.
You know, when we first started filming this fucking movie
several thousand years ago, I thought to myself,
I'm going to figure out exactly where you end and Quint begins.
Still not sure, eh?
And that's the way you like it!
Where's Roy by the way?
He's in the can.
I think he's regretting the lobster bisque last night.
That shellfish will get you in the end.
Quite literally.
Good God,
it's the last day and their still hammering on that bloody thing.
Do you ever feel stupid? Do I ever feel stupid?
Yeah, yeah, doing this job.
I mean, here we are, the shark is broken - again!
It's fucked, and Steven's asking
for all these reaction shots to a thing that doesn't even exist!
I mean, it just feels so goddamn stupid!
You know, like when you're a little kid and you run around the neighbourhood like Superman,
I don't know, it just, it feels so childish.
At times I found myself utterly depressed at how ridiculous it all is.
How seriously we all take ourselves;
fame, adulation,
money, agents, lawyers, producers, merchandising,
it's all a crock of bullshit.
So you do feel stupid?
Of course I bloody do! All actors do.
You know, almost more than anything else, I wish I'd been good enough
to be a first class rugby player.
No matter what you do in the arts people can say they don't like it.
They can say “Tolstoy is a second-rate novelist!”
But when you score a try, they can't take it away from you.
So do you think being an actor undermines your masculinity?
Oh, fucking hell.
I don't know, Richard. I'm not a therapist.
Have another drink.
Because Richard Benjamin just said that acting
was not a fit profession for a mature man.
Hoffman calls it womanish.
Like there's something shameful about it.
For God's sake, Richard, stop listening to everybody else!
Be fearless!
Follow your own goddamn star!
“The wind passes over us,
and when we are gone,
the earth shall know us no more.”
Are you okay?
Fuck you Richard!
Oh dear!
Oh God. Oh!
How you feeling, Roy?
Like a discarded sausage skin.
A swig of this should help.
I'd rather have a glass of water.
Remember what W.C. Fields said about water, Roy...
You should avoid it.
Fish fuck in it.
How appropriate.
Wait, no, don't sit, don't sit.
Put this back for you.
There you go.
Go on.
Okay.
Good man.
Actually, I think that's a bit better.
Clean!
Roy?
Big wrap party tonight.
No, Steven doesn't go for all that sentimental, drunken crap.
The hugging, the puking. Jesus.
And I think he suspects the crew are planning on throwing him
in the drink after the final shot.
No, my guess is he'll be straight out of Dodge before they get their hands on him.
Clever fellow.
I wonder if
this will be the one that breaks me,
makes me a big shot.
You know, I thought it would be Duddy.
Kravitz, but who knows, maybe it'll be this one.
Don't fucking count your chickens! This thing hasn't been edited yet.
You may well end up on the cutting room floor.
Yeah right.
Like they're going to cut out the star!
“Star”?
With the caveat that you're both great,
and I do mean really great, supporting players
but come on, let's be honest -
Two things! First, technically speaking,
Brody is the hero of this film…and second, I dunno, maybe there isn't a star.
Like I said before, maybe this is a new kind of movie.
Who gets top billing?
Where the hell did this come from?
My agent John Gaines.
It's all been approved.
Oh my God, he fucked us!
Your name's higher and in the middle.
Yeah, but I'm lower down on the left where people look next - or maybe first?
No no!
Well I'm lower down and on the fucking right.
Which is only good in countries where they read from right to left.
I'm star in the Middle East!
My agent has screwed me again!
Fucking Zanuck and Brown!
So, what are you guys doing after we wrap?
Got anything lined up?
Oh, I'm reading the Goldman project.
- The Marathon Man. - Oh the Nazi thing?
They got Hoffman for the lead.
They want me to play a Fed.
Why do I always get offered cops?
It's your face, Roy.
You've a look of incorruptibility.
Why thank you, Robert.
So what's next for you two?
For myself, I shall be getting the hell out of this benighted country
and returning to Tourmakeady with my brood
to concentrate on my writing.
Back to the wet green grass and the smell of the peat fire.
How about you, Richard?
Oh, well, I tell you, I'm going to really double down on my career.
Cut out the partying.
No, it's time to get serious.
Do some theatre.
Maybe Shakespeare.
And Steven was telling me this new idea for a movie he's got.
Oh yeah? Yeah, about UFOs. About what?
You know, flying saucers.
Oh, you mean like a War of the Worlds - type thing?
No, Steven sees the aliens as the good guys.
Like they're trying to help mankind, you know, expand our consciousness.
Well that sounds like it's going to be good!
And Steven wants to cast you?
Well, I think they want Nicholson, but he's impossible to work with.
No, I'll wear him down.
UFOs! Aliens! Jesus!
Whatever next?
Dinosaurs?
Can this business get any more puerile?
Do you think they'll make a sequel?
To what?
To this.
Christ, I hope not.
Not much more to say is there?
One thing's for certain.
If they do make a sequel, I will not be in it.
Hey, never say never Roy.
Oh, come on, what on earth could happen with Brody in a sequel?
What?
Another shark comes to town?
That's crazy!
Mark my words boys, one day there will only be sequels.
Sequels and remakes,
and sequels to remakes
and remakes of sequels.
Anyway, good luck to them bringing Quint back from the dead.
What?
You think being bitten in half is gonna stop them?
They wouldn't even break a sweat!
They'd just have Quint's never-before-mentioned twin
brother show up. I'd sooner kill myself.
What do you think it's about?
What?
This movie.
This fucking movie.
I mean, it's got to be about something, right?
Everything's about something.
I think it's about the subconscious.
Say again?
Well, sharks are these ancient, primal creatures, right?
So they represent the primal fear in all of us.
All the terrors and desires, we keep hidden.
All the Freudian stuff my therapists always going on about.
That's what the shark is.
What you don't agree?
Interesting theory!
Okay, so what do you think it's about?
Well, I think it's about responsibility.
When the government puts profit before people's lives,
and you can't get rid of the bastards, you got to take care of the mess yourself,
even if it terrifies you, for the good of the community.
Woah.
Deep.
What about you, Robert?
What do you think it's about?
It's about a shark!
Yeah, I know that, but what's it really about?
It's really about a shark!
Don't read any more into it.
It's a thriller, a machine for making money.
Do you really think people are going to be talking about this in fifty years?
What the hell?
Jesus, we've certainly
run the gamut in this fucking boat over the what, last… nine weeks?
Poker, gin rummy, hearts, whist, slapjack, chicken foot,
arm wrestling, pitch-and-toss - Shove ha'penny?
Fucking shove ha'penny!
And tremendous fun it's been too.
Tremendous fun like Alcatraz.
I called him by the way... Harold Pinter,
I woke him up…
He said he'd rather die.
Gentlemen, it delights me to be the bearer of good news.
They are ready for our final shot.
HOLY SHIT!
I feel like a prisoner on remand whose sentence has just been quashed!
No more clam chowder.
No more Martha's Vineyard!
And no sitting on this goddamn boat!
You know, I gotta say, fellas,
I feel kind of sad.
Gentlemen,
it's been a pleasure.
Yeah,
it's been a complete fucking nightmare!
You know, if it wasn't for the vanity and the mannerisms,
you'd be a very good actor.
Well, you know, if it wasn't for the dullness and artistic pretension,
you'd be a very good writer.
Hell, I may even read one of your books.
Have to learn to read first, boy!
HAHAHA!
Bite me!
Thank you for keeping us alive, Roy.
I just want to say it's been an honor working with you.
Thank you.
You know, “I'm no good at being noble,
but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't
amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.”
“Here's looking at you, kid.”
Roy, you know
that mass-extinction you were talking about?
I suspect one is coming for actors like you and me.
I fear the future belongs to a generation
of self-absorbed neurotics.
I think we'll be in good hands, Robert.
Okay, quiet please!
Camera? Rolling.
Sound. Speed.
Mark it. Scene 191, D.
Take two.
Action!
“Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief.
We was comin' back…from the island of Tinian to Leyte,
we'd just delivered the bomb.
The Hiroshima bomb.
Eleven hundred men went into the water.
Vessel went down in twelve minutes.
Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour.
Tiger. Thirteen footer.
You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief?
You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail.
What we didn't know,
was our bomb mission had been so secret,
no distress signal had been sent. Ha!
They didn't even list us overdue for a week.
Very first light, Chief, sharks come
cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups.
Oh it was kinda like old squares
in a battle, like you see in a calendar, like the Battle of Waterloo,
and the idea was shark comes to the nearest man,
that man he start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and
sometimes that shark he go away…
Sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that shark he looks right into you.
Right into your eyes.
You know the thing about a shark is he's got…
lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes.
When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem to be livin'… until he bites ya,
and those black eyes roll over white and then…
Then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin',
the ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin'
they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men.
I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand.
I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour.
On Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine,
Herbie Robinson from Cleveland.
Baseball player. Boson's mate.
I thought he was asleep.
I reached over to wake him up.
He bobbed up and down in the water, he was like a kinda top.
Upended.
Well,
he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us.
He swung in low and he saw us, young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper
anyway he saw us and come in low.
And three hours later a big fat.
PBY comes down and start to pick us up.
You know that was the time I was most frightened?
Waitin' for my turn.
I'll never put on a life jacket again.
So, eleven hundred men
went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out,
the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945…
Anyway… we delivered the bomb.
Cut!