Blowin' Smoke (2025) Movie Script
1
All right, sit
down, sit down.
You fucking move, I will
blow your fucking head off.
Hey.
Hey.
Stop it.
Acceptance in a situation
like this is imperative.
A few minutes,
you're gonna be dead.
So if you are--
you're a religious
man, you need
to make peace with your God
so your soul spends eternity
in an agreeable location.
And if you-- you
don't believe, then
you need to accept
the possibility
of perpetual nothingness.
Actually, in a way, I'm--
I'm kind of jealous.
You're about to find out the
answer to the big question.
You smoke?
Nod your head if you do.
All right.
Can say a lot of things
about Lou Parsons,
but never let it be said I
denied a man his final smoke.
I got the nicotine monkey
on my back, too, brother.
I'm gonna take the gag off.
If you start
screaming for help,
I'm gonna shove a lit
cigarette down your throat.
You understand?
Please.
Please, don't kill me.
I'll do anything you want.
You know what I want?
I want to enjoy
a smoke with you.
See, and begging, begging is
just like screaming for help.
You keep doing it, no
cigarette and you're
dead five minutes sooner.
Got it?
What's your brand?
Camel.
Camel?
Well, I don't smoke Camel.
It tastes like
fucking burnt tires.
Buckaroos for me all the way.
When did you start smoking?
I was 25.
Oh, that's late.
I started when I was 16.
I-- I-- I wanted to start
when I was 14, but my old man,
he, uh, he said I had to wait.
So I remember the day,
the day I turned 16,
I ran down to the store.
I bought a pack of Buckaroos.
I came back, stood in
front of the mirror
and started practicing.
I wanted to look cool, like--
like Bob Mitchum,
Marlon Brando.
I got sicker than
hell, man, sicker than hell.
Yeah.
It is a beautiful goddamn day.
Not for me.
I see your point.
Why are you doing this?
Survival is expensive.
And I wanna--
I wanna get a new TV.
Oh, fuck.
Love that thing, man.
You like TV?
Not really.
What the hell, man?
What's not to like about TV?
Ever since I was a kid, I--
I-- I love movies.
Hopalong Cassidy,
that was my guy.
Only good guy who wore black.
I love the contradiction.
Western.
I love Westerns.
Bonanza, Rawhide, Have Gun--
Will Travel, Wild
Wild West, Branded,
Lucas McCain, The Rifleman.
There was a show.
It was canceled after
the first season.
It was on 1960.
It was called The Westerner,
Brian Keith starred.
Sam Peckinpah created it.
God bless Sam
fucking Peckinpah!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Am I right?
Anyway, in this one episode
that Sam directed himself,
the star rides into
this town looking
for this girl he used to know.
Only now she's a
goddamn whore, working
in this little shithole.
And her boyfriend pimps her out
and beats the hell out of her.
And so he fights for her,
and he wins her freedom.
She decides to stay.
She has the opportunity
to get out of there
and make a better
life for herself
with this guy who
really loves her.
Only she can't do it.
It's the only life she knows.
And so he leaves now
dejected and shit.
And he passes this
woman who is sitting
out front, Christian woman.
And she says, "brother,
have you found the Lord?"
And he says, "no."
"And you?"
And she says, "Yeah.
Yes, I have."
And he just, he gives
her this hopeless look--
And rides off.
That's when he
realizes he ain't never
going to find peace or love.
He's cursed to
wander the winds.
Search for something
he never gonna find.
I fucking dug that.
All right.
You ready?
We're ready, Sam.
Action.
There's only one
way you're riding out
of here, that's dead and
draped over my saddle.
I do not wanna have
to kill you, Ben.
But I will.
Drop the gun,
and I will bring
in a judge for a fair trial.
A fair trial?
Come on, Ben.
It's getting hot out here.
You keep flapping
them gums all day?
We can slap leather.
You did good, baby.
Jesus.
I mean, real good.
We gotta go.
Right here.
Well, there you go.
I'm all out of tobacco.
I got you.
Oh, baby.
Now that's better.
Nothing makes a bad
day better than Buckaroo.
Cut.
Give me a close-up on
the box, and give me
a two shot of them riding off.
We only got about five
minutes left to lunch, Sam.
All right, go ahead and
break everybody for lunch.
Sam, something I
wanna run by real quick.
So I was thinking,
remember Tim McCoy?
He had this thing he'd
do in these pictures
where he'd snapped
a gun, and he
looked like he was
throwing the fucking
bullet out of the goddamn gun.
Looks stupid as hell,
but I was hoping maybe we
could try a couple of different
takes of the quick draw
after lunch.
I think we got it.
OK.
Does that mean I'm wrapped?
- I don't know.
Go ask Andy.
Sam.
Sam, do you have a minute?
Hope so.
Great.
I would love to introduce
you to my son, Little
Joe, and my lovely wife, Jill.
Hi, Sam.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, Jill.
Here is the vice president
of Buckaroo tobacco.
And we are thrilled that you
are directing the commercial
for our cigarettes.
Well, I'm glad somebody is.
Just really quick,
because I absolutely
love Janie California.
And in that picture, you
staged this almost balletic
gun battle.
I'm wondering how
you filmed it.
With a camera.
Oh.
Of course, a camera.
Oh he's funny.
That's cute.
Thank you.
It's nice to meet you.
You mind if I join you?
Oh.
Hi, Mr. Wheeler.
Yeah, please.
Thank you.
But don't call me Mr. Wheeler.
It makes me feel old.
Just Sam.
All right, Sam.
I'm glad you
decided to join me.
We haven't had a
chance to talk much.
I know you're probably
sick of hearing this shit,
but I'm a big fan.
It's really exciting to
get to work with you.
Well, I certainly wish you
were under better conditions.
No, this is great.
When I found out Sam Wheeler
was directing a commercial,
I couldn't believe it.
Well, that makes two of us.
If you don't mind me asking,
why are you doing this?
Because I like to gamble.
And that bug-eyed
motherfucker who
owns this particular
brand of cigarettes
better at cards than I am.
He said if I did this job,
he'd tear up all my IOUs.
That's fucking crazy.
I like a girl who cusses.
Can't trust a girl who
doesn't have a dirty mouth.
Raised by my dad.
I've been surrounded
by men most of my life.
So--
So where are you from?
Oklahoma.
You?
Northern California.
Do a lot of commercials?
More than I'd like,
but they pay pretty good.
Yeah, what do you want to do?
Movies, TV?
All of the above.
Yeah, you've
got a great look.
You seem to know your way
around a camera pretty
good too.
I think you should be
working all the time.
You should be my agent.
Got a fella?
Yeah.
Actor?
Good guess.
Yeah, his name's Jim.
Jim Doyle.
I know Jimmy.
Nice guy.
Talented, good looking
son of a bitch, too.
Yes, he is.
He's actually back in
LA filming an episode
of The Virginian oday.
You guys happy together?
Is anybody?
Probably not.
That's the wrong answer.
You know, you
don't have to smoke
that shit just because
you're helping sell it.
I like them.
Besides, I don't know
how someone can endorse
a product they don't use.
Well, I knew a guy who did
a lot of beer commercials
in the past and never, ever
had a drink in his life.
And I know a Baptist preacher
who doesn't believe in God.
Some people are full of shit.
I am too.
Just not in that way.
Well, off topic.
I'm getting ready to do
a pretty big picture down
in Mexico this year.
You should audition
for one of the roles.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Yeah, Larry Simms over at--
casting director over
at Warner Brothers
just popped in this week.
Tell him I sent you.
Thank you so much.
Fuck!
I'm so excited.
Hey, baby.
What are
you doing here?
Jerry broke his wrist.
He gave me the day off.
Thought I'd swing by, give you
a ride home when you're up.
You two know
each other, right?
We met a few times, yeah.
How's it going, Sam?
Great.
How you been?
Pretty good.
This is great.
Big set for a commercial.
I tell you, I was
surprised as hell
when I heard you were directing
a cigarette commercial.
Well, I smoke.
I make other bad decisions,
so not that big of a surprise.
You on lunch?
Yeah.
Can I steal her a minute?
Yeah, sure.
I'll see.
Right.
Thanks again.
Who is Tuesday
wandering off with?
Boyfriend.
Looks familiar.
They all do.
You OK?
Mm-hmm.
I was just thinking.
About what?
How fucked up I am.
Why?
You gotta be pretty fucked
up to fall in love in the time
it takes to smoke a cigarette.
Good beer, better
women, cheap cigarettes
Jesus wants my soul
And my lady wants my head
By the time I get to heaven
I will be dead
We got good beer, bad
women, and cheap cigarettes
There's 20 coffin nails
in a pack of cigarettes
And a beer for
every pretty girl
I'm trying to forget
And behind each
fallen angel
Is a pair of broken wings
And on each sad guitar
Is a pair of broken strings
Good beer, bad women,
cheap cigarettes
Jesus wants my soul
And my lady wants my head
By the time I
Raise you 20.
Hmm.
You gonna call or what?
I'm thinking.
Hmm.
I'll call your 20.
And raise you 50.
You must have some
pretty good cards.
Could be.
I fold.
Hmm.
You sure are lucky.
Yeah.
Mind if I take
a look at what you had there?
I do mind.
Another game?
I can't.
You cleaned me out.
Another time then.
Not so fast.
Easy, mister.
It's just a game.
You've been cheating.
I don't cheat on cards.
Now you put that gun away.
Give
me my money back,
or I'm gonna blow
your goddamn head off.
I guess we should
be going now.
I was talking to
this gal at the saloon,
and she was telling
me she heard
about this oriental princess
from Japan who had a pair,
herself a pair of
wooden choppers.
That's horseshit.
It's possible.
I want you to think
about something.
What?
Somebody's got wooden teeth.
They get splinters
in their tongue.
Not if it was the
right kind of wood.
OK, well, from my
experience, oriental
smoke a lot of tobacco.
What about it?
You got wood in your mouth.
You got to light the
goddamn cigarette.
You take a couple of
puffs and your teeth
turn into fucking firewood.
Oh, shit.
You got a point.
Damn right I do.
You want to smoke?
I quit.
Last year when we
were in Frisco,
I went and saw me
an old sawbones.
Come on.
I had him give me a checkup.
He said smoking's bad for you.
I intend to live as
long as I possibly can.
I ain't gonna cut it
short with a stupid ass
habit like smoking.
Well, I bet I'll
live longer than you
do, even with my smoking.
Hyah.
Hyah.
Oh.
Goddamn.
Colt?
Goddamn.
What the hell?
Oh.
What the hell?
Wooden teeth?
From this valley they say
I knew that
story was bullshit.
You were going
I will miss your bright
eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are
taking the sunshine
That has brightened
our pathways a while
So come sit by my
side if you love me
Do not hasten
to bid me adieu
Just remember the
Red River Valley
And the cowboy that
loved you so true
Do you think of the
valley of leaving
Oh, how lonely and
dreary it will be
Do you think of a fun
Howdy.
So what's the word, Doc?
Am I gonna die
anytime time soon?
Maybe, maybe not.
Oh, come on, you're
in excellent health.
Which is surprising considering
the 20 years of smoking.
Two packs a day.
Oh.
But I exercise
pretty regularly.
I eat pretty healthy, too.
Mm-hmm.
My sister, she turned me
on to these essential oils--
eucalyptus, cinnamon, clove,
a couple of other things, too.
They're great.
Yeah, that's all good stuff.
OK, let's review here.
Lungs.
Your lungs, fine.
There you go.
Blood pressure, good.
So I saw in your file
you gave up alcohol.
Yeah.
Yeah, about four months ago.
Feel good?
Yeah.
Yeah, I was hitting
it pretty hard.
I did start smoking
again, though.
When?
Yesterday.
What happened?
So I know it sounds kind of
crazy, but I had this dream.
For-- for a week, every night,
same dream, same characters.
And each time I go to sleep, I
pick up right where I left off.
Hmm.
Do you remember what
the dream was about?
Yeah.
Well, I have a few minutes
before my next patient.
Unless you'd rather not say--
No, no, no.
I don't mind.
It's a pretty trippy dream.
Hi.
Hello.
Nice place.
What'd you get?
Oh, just a couple of ducks.
There's a lake a few miles
back, just beyond the trees.
Sorry for being
on your property.
Took a wrong turn on
the way to my truck.
You live around here?
Yeah, not too far.
Maybe 20 minutes.
You been here long?
Seems like it.
Mind if I sit
down for a minute?
Gun's empty.
What kind of gun is it?
Well, it's
a 12 gauge shotgun.
Yeah, it was my dad's.
He used to take us duck hunting
every fall when I was a kid.
I'm Chris, by the way.
Faye.
And I don't like guns.
Do you ever feel bad
killing helpless animals?
There's a little
bit of guilt in it.
It's the being out in
nature part I like.
Cigarette?
Um, no, thanks.
I quit recently.
I smoked like a California
wildfire for, like, 20 years.
Why'd you quit?
The usual reason,
it's bad for you.
When it comes to
self-destructive habits,
I put it right up
there with snake
handling and Russian roulette.
Was it hard?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, the-- the first
few weeks were hell.
Bad habits die hard.
But I do miss it, though.
I loved smoking.
I like how it tasted.
There was something
to do with the hands.
It was relaxing.
It just-- just helped me think.
I loved smoking and driving.
Sometimes at night after
work, I'd pick up my wife.
We'd go for a drive
and just cruise
for hours, just listening
to music, talking, smoking.
It's one of our favorite
things to do together.
Are you married?
Not anymore.
No, she died.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
It's-- it's been six years now.
Are you married?
Yeah.
For how long?
Three years.
What do you do?
I'm a combination of chef,
housekeeper, and sex toy
for my husband, and I smoke.
Any kids?
No, thank God.
What does he do?
He's a cop.
Wow.
I should probably go.
If he catches me talking to
his wife, he might shoot me.
He probably would.
I'm gonna go now.
Bye.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
Hey, baby.
How was your day?
Had better.
Something happened?
Yeah, I'm a fucking cop.
Every day something happens.
Dinner ready?
Almost.
Uh, you're home a little early.
Well, you know what I
said about having dinner
ready when I get home, right?
I'm sorry.
It'll be done in just a minute.
Why don't I run a bath for you?
- No.
No.
Finish dinner and get dressed.
We're going out.
Tonight?
Tonight.
Where are we going?
Where do you
think we're going?
John, I don't
feel so good today.
Why don't we just stay
in and watch a movie?
I'll rub your back.
No, no, no.
Finish dinner, get dressed,
and we're going out.
And don't burn the meat.
I hate it when
you burn the meat.
Could we please
go somewhere else?
I really don't wanna
do this anymore.
Don't cry.
You're gonna fuck
up your makeup.
Open my eyes so I can see
What my baby has done to me
It's got my heart
and my punk ass soul
Bury my body in
a deep, dark hole
Hey, I surrender.
Don't shoot.
Hey, Faye, you look
sexy as shit, baby.
Goddamn Charlie's Angel.
How you guys doing?
- OK.
It's a long night.
It's always slow
until it's not.
What can I get you, my baby?
Whiskey, Coke.
Tequila and soda
in three lines.
You got it.
I want you to
go to the jukebox.
Play 17F.
Go.
First, come here,
come here, come here.
First, I want you to go ask
those two fuckers playing
pool if they want to dance.
John, please.
I love you, and I will never--
I will never make
that mistake again.
Just please don't
make me do this.
17F.
Dance.
You wanna dance with me?
Which one of us?
Both, of course.
What about him?
He likes to watch.
Jesus Christ.
No, my name's Faye.
Why don't we go somewhere
a little more private?
Yeah, I'd like that.
Bring your friend.
What for?
I am far too much
for one man to handle.
Fuck off.
Hi.
Get lost again?
Took a wrong right.
Ended up on the other
side of the tree line.
Terrorizing the fish
instead of the ducks today,
I see.
Oh, felt like fishing.
Mix it up a little.
How's your day going?
Fabulous.
You walked into
a wall or something?
You didn't get lost
and take a wrong right?
Why are you here?
I just wanted to see you.
I like sitting next
to people who smoke.
Catch a whiff
every now and then.
I'm married.
You mentioned that.
I'm not trying to do what
you think I'm trying to do.
Then what do I think
you're trying to do?
Hit on you or something.
Why are you here?
I don't know.
I thought I'd see
if I could see
the pretty girl with sad
eyes and cigarettes again.
Sad eyes?
Yeah.
Yeah, you got sad eyes.
Did your husband
do that to you?
No woman should ever be
with a man who hurts her,
especially physically.
You're afraid
because he's a cop.
It's really none of your
goddamn business, is it?
No, it's not.
I cheated on him last year.
He found out about it.
Said he never wanted
to see me again.
I knew I'd made a mistake, and
I begged him to take me back.
He took two weeks
to think about it,
and decided that
there was a way that I
could earn his forgiveness.
How?
I fuck random dudes at
bars while he watches,
and then he beats
the shit out of me
and tells me how
much I hurt him.
He wants me to hate the idea of
sex with anyone other than him.
Why would you do
that to yourself?
You said it
yourself yesterday.
Bad habits die hard.
I am in love with a
boy who lives in town
He won't even speak to me
It breaks my heart
when he plays his part
And he gives it
away for free
I'm in love with a boy
who I've never known
He won't even speak to me
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
But maybe my dreams
will come true
My gray skies turn to blood
After the rain
falls from my eyes
For now I'll play
mom of the girl
with the broken heart
My smile is my disguise
I am in love with a boy
who I've never known
He won't even speak to me
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
You're frightened.
Don't be.
I can't.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
I thought I could--
I thought I could show
you how much I love you.
OK, just stop.
Let's go inside.
Come on.
Let's go.
Come on.
Faye.
Hank.
We work together.
Hi, Faye.
No.
No.
I-- I can't.
I'm done.
I-- I'm done.
I--
Faye.
Stop.
No.
No.
No.
No.
I am-- I'm done, and I don't--
I know I did--
I did a terrible thing to you.
And I'm so, so sorry.
Please, I don't deserve this.
I don't deserve.
You sick fuck!
You sick fuck!
OK.
Can I have one?
I thought you
didn't smoke anymore.
Yeah, well, bad
habits die hard.
That's a pretty
fucked up dream.
Definitely.
Yeah.
All right, I've got
another patient.
So get yourself
some nicotine gum.
And come here, don't
fucking smoke anymore.
Are we clear?
Good.
Need a light?
Yeah.
I spent 20 fucking
bucks on this thing,
and it won't even goddamn work.
$0.99.
Are you a doctor?
Nurse.
Leading by example.
Ah.
You'd be surprised how many
people in health care smoke.
Have we met?
I don't think so.
I'm Faye.
Chris.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, same brand?
Hey.
Yeah, I actually
quit for a while.
Just picked it back up.
I've tried to quit,
like, 20 times, too.
You know the saying
bad habits die hard?
Are you awake?
No.
Are you tired?
Yeah.
You want some more coffee?
I'm OK.
How much further?
Probably
another three hours.
You wanna get a
room for the night?
And we can get an early start
and be there in the morning.
I'm-- I'm
fine to keep going.
You wanna stop?
Yeah.
I'd like a shower.
And I'm exhausted.
If you see
someplace, let me know.
We'll stop.
So we
gotta work fast.
Throw the lock and
open that valve.
You boys turn
them guards loose.
Wait a minute, Sheriff.
Hold it.
Don't you point
that gun at me, Roy.
I don't know how else to
keep you waiting, Sheriff.
The old timers are getting this
water and eat it mighty bad.
I'm gonna have
to take you in.
Take it easy.
We'll go along
to jail peaceably
as soon as we get enough water.
But not until we do.
I said take it easy.
That's a fine
way for you to act.
Roy Rogers, son
of a Congressman
fighting the water company.
My dad would
live, there wouldn't
- have been any water company.
- Just the same--
You call, tell him we
won't be there till tomorrow?
Yeah, they said, no problem.
Get some rest.
They'd see us for breakfast.
Don't be
downhearted, Sheriff.
You won't be so chipper
when you get behind.
Roy--
- What are you reading?
Called the Last
Generation of the Soul.
It's written by an ex-CIA
operative named Charles
Russell wrote it in 1992.
My sister gave it
to me for Christmas.
Your sister?
She's crazier than
a shithouse rat.
Yes, she is.
But this book is fascinating.
I mean, he cites a lot of
sources for his theories.
I mean, basically, the
book says that people born
in the 1960s are
the last generation
that will understand what it's
like to be a real human being.
And then he says that a
sinister plan was hatched
by the world's elite at
the height of the Cold War
to control and enslave all
men, women, and children.
And not only is it
still in effect,
but it's gone past the
point of no return.
And what is this evil plan?
So Russell claims
that the plan kicks
into effect at
the earliest stage
of the public school system.
Children are taught a
false version of history.
Anything that is deemed
offensive or racist
is destroyed and erased
from public record.
Wishful thinking,
political correctness,
the idea that truth is
subjective is encouraged.
He calls it personal truth.
He thinks that there's
been a blatant agenda
to feminize all young men.
This is-- this
is the last page.
By the year 2030, homosexuality
and multiple genders
will be encouraged even at the
fourth and fifth grade level.
Hunting, fishing and
outdoor sports will
be replaced with video games.
In these games,
children and teens
will be able to kill
innocent people, shoot police
officers, and rape women.
This will eventually lead to
a desensitization of violence
and sexual perversion,
inevitably leading
to more violent crimes.
There will be an increase in
premature deaths from cancers
and other types of diseases
caused by the chemicals
in our food and water.
Alternate cures will
be discouraged in favor
of major pharmaceuticals.
There will be an increase
in poor race relations,
exacerbated by false
information propagated
by mainstream media
and will eventually
lead to a second Civil War.
Man-made-- man-made
genetically modified
super viruses will be
dispersed among the population.
Cities will close,
work will stop,
and people will be forced to
wear-- to wear face coverings
and stay indoors.
After a period of 48
months, the physiology
of the human brain
will have shifted,
causing a fear of strangers,
new surroundings,
movie theaters.
Musical concerts will
become a thing of the past.
The entertainment
industry will also change,
and there will be no more need
for actors or technicians.
All films will one day
be made in a computer,
and the films that are deemed
suitable for mass consumption
will require a checklist
that could include
the following-- large
percentage of the characters
in the film have
to be homosexual,
lesbian, bisexual, transgender,
or of a diverse
non-Caucasian race.
Communistic ideology
will also be strongly
encouraged in the screenplays.
And once the masses
are filled with fear,
their bodies sick with
disease and their critical and
creative faculties
disabled, they
will finally be under control.
What's the point of all this?
This is their agenda.
And it has been since the
beginning, the destruction
of the human soul, forced to
receive a chip or an implant
in order to buy or sell
or receive medical care.
And the government will be able
to track your every movement,
control your action
at all times,
creating a society of
mindless, soulless robots.
They will control what
you do, what you say,
and how you think.
And if you refuse to comply,
you will be cancelled.
There will, however, be a
small number of rebels who
will refuse to submit, and
these people will most likely
emerge from the remote
towns and villages,
where the one world order's
reach has not extended.
These brave young
souls will emerge
to a world they
did not understand
or wish to be no part of.
They will cling to
a bygone era when
life was filled with passion
and freedom and truth.
They will be
humanity's last hope.
And it is my suspicion that
the arts may be our salvation.
The tools of film
and literature
and music in the hands of
these brave young artists
just may save us from
the coming darkness.
Until we do--
I said take it easy.
That's a fine way to--
Well, that was a mouthful.
I can't believe he
wrote this almost 30 years ago.
It's crazy how
much he predicted.
What did you say
his name was again?
Charles Russell.
Well, my guess is Mr. Russell
did a lot of acid in the '60s.
Oh.
Well, it's tomorrow.
Oh.
Happy anniversary.
35 years.
A long time.
I would have thought for
sure I would have divorced
or murdered you by now.
Do you ever get worried
about all this shit?
What shit is that?
Oh, that stuff in the book,
what's happening in the world?
So many fucked up
people, so much hate
and confusion and suffering.
How is it all going to end?
How is it gonna--
Badly would be my guess.
What about our kids
and our grandkids?
What are they going to do?
Same as we did.
Make the-- make
the most of things.
Try to find the good.
Avoid all that shit
that gets in the way.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna smoke.
This is not a smoking room.
Honey, I'm--
I'm comfortable.
I'm not gonna put my clothes
on again, go outside.
They'll find us.
Fuck 'em.
We need to quit.
One day.
It's bad for us.
Most things are.
Hm.
What do you think
happens when we die?
I don't know.
We'll probably find out
sooner if we keep smoking.
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe we'll go on forever
and never find out.
Maybe.
I love you.
I love you too.
Well, I wish I
had some money
And I wish I had a car
And I wish my
girl was prettier
And I wish I owned a Ford
And I wish I could remember
All the things
I can't forget
Oh, it's nice and longer
And love is stronger
And I wish I
had a cigarette
For me and you and Mary Lou
Just trying to be seen
Making love and dancing
Up on the silver screen
Well, I bless my soul
with a rock and roll
This world is such a joke
I got some things to say
To pass the time away
But I'm just blowing smoke
Listen rock and roll
I wish that I
was Jesus Christ
And could turn
water into wine
And I wish I looked
like a Marilyn
Everything will
turn out fine
And I wish I could
sing like Buddy Holly
I could never be proved
I wish a cigarette
made to help me
And never could be true
Me and you # # and Mary Lou
Just trying to be seen
Making love and dancing
Upon the silver screen
Well, bless my soul
and rock and roll
This world is such a joy
I got some things to say
To pass the time away
But I'm just blowing smoke
Tell me what you want
All right, sit
down, sit down.
You fucking move, I will
blow your fucking head off.
Hey.
Hey.
Stop it.
Acceptance in a situation
like this is imperative.
A few minutes,
you're gonna be dead.
So if you are--
you're a religious
man, you need
to make peace with your God
so your soul spends eternity
in an agreeable location.
And if you-- you
don't believe, then
you need to accept
the possibility
of perpetual nothingness.
Actually, in a way, I'm--
I'm kind of jealous.
You're about to find out the
answer to the big question.
You smoke?
Nod your head if you do.
All right.
Can say a lot of things
about Lou Parsons,
but never let it be said I
denied a man his final smoke.
I got the nicotine monkey
on my back, too, brother.
I'm gonna take the gag off.
If you start
screaming for help,
I'm gonna shove a lit
cigarette down your throat.
You understand?
Please.
Please, don't kill me.
I'll do anything you want.
You know what I want?
I want to enjoy
a smoke with you.
See, and begging, begging is
just like screaming for help.
You keep doing it, no
cigarette and you're
dead five minutes sooner.
Got it?
What's your brand?
Camel.
Camel?
Well, I don't smoke Camel.
It tastes like
fucking burnt tires.
Buckaroos for me all the way.
When did you start smoking?
I was 25.
Oh, that's late.
I started when I was 16.
I-- I-- I wanted to start
when I was 14, but my old man,
he, uh, he said I had to wait.
So I remember the day,
the day I turned 16,
I ran down to the store.
I bought a pack of Buckaroos.
I came back, stood in
front of the mirror
and started practicing.
I wanted to look cool, like--
like Bob Mitchum,
Marlon Brando.
I got sicker than
hell, man, sicker than hell.
Yeah.
It is a beautiful goddamn day.
Not for me.
I see your point.
Why are you doing this?
Survival is expensive.
And I wanna--
I wanna get a new TV.
Oh, fuck.
Love that thing, man.
You like TV?
Not really.
What the hell, man?
What's not to like about TV?
Ever since I was a kid, I--
I-- I love movies.
Hopalong Cassidy,
that was my guy.
Only good guy who wore black.
I love the contradiction.
Western.
I love Westerns.
Bonanza, Rawhide, Have Gun--
Will Travel, Wild
Wild West, Branded,
Lucas McCain, The Rifleman.
There was a show.
It was canceled after
the first season.
It was on 1960.
It was called The Westerner,
Brian Keith starred.
Sam Peckinpah created it.
God bless Sam
fucking Peckinpah!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Am I right?
Anyway, in this one episode
that Sam directed himself,
the star rides into
this town looking
for this girl he used to know.
Only now she's a
goddamn whore, working
in this little shithole.
And her boyfriend pimps her out
and beats the hell out of her.
And so he fights for her,
and he wins her freedom.
She decides to stay.
She has the opportunity
to get out of there
and make a better
life for herself
with this guy who
really loves her.
Only she can't do it.
It's the only life she knows.
And so he leaves now
dejected and shit.
And he passes this
woman who is sitting
out front, Christian woman.
And she says, "brother,
have you found the Lord?"
And he says, "no."
"And you?"
And she says, "Yeah.
Yes, I have."
And he just, he gives
her this hopeless look--
And rides off.
That's when he
realizes he ain't never
going to find peace or love.
He's cursed to
wander the winds.
Search for something
he never gonna find.
I fucking dug that.
All right.
You ready?
We're ready, Sam.
Action.
There's only one
way you're riding out
of here, that's dead and
draped over my saddle.
I do not wanna have
to kill you, Ben.
But I will.
Drop the gun,
and I will bring
in a judge for a fair trial.
A fair trial?
Come on, Ben.
It's getting hot out here.
You keep flapping
them gums all day?
We can slap leather.
You did good, baby.
Jesus.
I mean, real good.
We gotta go.
Right here.
Well, there you go.
I'm all out of tobacco.
I got you.
Oh, baby.
Now that's better.
Nothing makes a bad
day better than Buckaroo.
Cut.
Give me a close-up on
the box, and give me
a two shot of them riding off.
We only got about five
minutes left to lunch, Sam.
All right, go ahead and
break everybody for lunch.
Sam, something I
wanna run by real quick.
So I was thinking,
remember Tim McCoy?
He had this thing he'd
do in these pictures
where he'd snapped
a gun, and he
looked like he was
throwing the fucking
bullet out of the goddamn gun.
Looks stupid as hell,
but I was hoping maybe we
could try a couple of different
takes of the quick draw
after lunch.
I think we got it.
OK.
Does that mean I'm wrapped?
- I don't know.
Go ask Andy.
Sam.
Sam, do you have a minute?
Hope so.
Great.
I would love to introduce
you to my son, Little
Joe, and my lovely wife, Jill.
Hi, Sam.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, Jill.
Here is the vice president
of Buckaroo tobacco.
And we are thrilled that you
are directing the commercial
for our cigarettes.
Well, I'm glad somebody is.
Just really quick,
because I absolutely
love Janie California.
And in that picture, you
staged this almost balletic
gun battle.
I'm wondering how
you filmed it.
With a camera.
Oh.
Of course, a camera.
Oh he's funny.
That's cute.
Thank you.
It's nice to meet you.
You mind if I join you?
Oh.
Hi, Mr. Wheeler.
Yeah, please.
Thank you.
But don't call me Mr. Wheeler.
It makes me feel old.
Just Sam.
All right, Sam.
I'm glad you
decided to join me.
We haven't had a
chance to talk much.
I know you're probably
sick of hearing this shit,
but I'm a big fan.
It's really exciting to
get to work with you.
Well, I certainly wish you
were under better conditions.
No, this is great.
When I found out Sam Wheeler
was directing a commercial,
I couldn't believe it.
Well, that makes two of us.
If you don't mind me asking,
why are you doing this?
Because I like to gamble.
And that bug-eyed
motherfucker who
owns this particular
brand of cigarettes
better at cards than I am.
He said if I did this job,
he'd tear up all my IOUs.
That's fucking crazy.
I like a girl who cusses.
Can't trust a girl who
doesn't have a dirty mouth.
Raised by my dad.
I've been surrounded
by men most of my life.
So--
So where are you from?
Oklahoma.
You?
Northern California.
Do a lot of commercials?
More than I'd like,
but they pay pretty good.
Yeah, what do you want to do?
Movies, TV?
All of the above.
Yeah, you've
got a great look.
You seem to know your way
around a camera pretty
good too.
I think you should be
working all the time.
You should be my agent.
Got a fella?
Yeah.
Actor?
Good guess.
Yeah, his name's Jim.
Jim Doyle.
I know Jimmy.
Nice guy.
Talented, good looking
son of a bitch, too.
Yes, he is.
He's actually back in
LA filming an episode
of The Virginian oday.
You guys happy together?
Is anybody?
Probably not.
That's the wrong answer.
You know, you
don't have to smoke
that shit just because
you're helping sell it.
I like them.
Besides, I don't know
how someone can endorse
a product they don't use.
Well, I knew a guy who did
a lot of beer commercials
in the past and never, ever
had a drink in his life.
And I know a Baptist preacher
who doesn't believe in God.
Some people are full of shit.
I am too.
Just not in that way.
Well, off topic.
I'm getting ready to do
a pretty big picture down
in Mexico this year.
You should audition
for one of the roles.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Yeah, Larry Simms over at--
casting director over
at Warner Brothers
just popped in this week.
Tell him I sent you.
Thank you so much.
Fuck!
I'm so excited.
Hey, baby.
What are
you doing here?
Jerry broke his wrist.
He gave me the day off.
Thought I'd swing by, give you
a ride home when you're up.
You two know
each other, right?
We met a few times, yeah.
How's it going, Sam?
Great.
How you been?
Pretty good.
This is great.
Big set for a commercial.
I tell you, I was
surprised as hell
when I heard you were directing
a cigarette commercial.
Well, I smoke.
I make other bad decisions,
so not that big of a surprise.
You on lunch?
Yeah.
Can I steal her a minute?
Yeah, sure.
I'll see.
Right.
Thanks again.
Who is Tuesday
wandering off with?
Boyfriend.
Looks familiar.
They all do.
You OK?
Mm-hmm.
I was just thinking.
About what?
How fucked up I am.
Why?
You gotta be pretty fucked
up to fall in love in the time
it takes to smoke a cigarette.
Good beer, better
women, cheap cigarettes
Jesus wants my soul
And my lady wants my head
By the time I get to heaven
I will be dead
We got good beer, bad
women, and cheap cigarettes
There's 20 coffin nails
in a pack of cigarettes
And a beer for
every pretty girl
I'm trying to forget
And behind each
fallen angel
Is a pair of broken wings
And on each sad guitar
Is a pair of broken strings
Good beer, bad women,
cheap cigarettes
Jesus wants my soul
And my lady wants my head
By the time I
Raise you 20.
Hmm.
You gonna call or what?
I'm thinking.
Hmm.
I'll call your 20.
And raise you 50.
You must have some
pretty good cards.
Could be.
I fold.
Hmm.
You sure are lucky.
Yeah.
Mind if I take
a look at what you had there?
I do mind.
Another game?
I can't.
You cleaned me out.
Another time then.
Not so fast.
Easy, mister.
It's just a game.
You've been cheating.
I don't cheat on cards.
Now you put that gun away.
Give
me my money back,
or I'm gonna blow
your goddamn head off.
I guess we should
be going now.
I was talking to
this gal at the saloon,
and she was telling
me she heard
about this oriental princess
from Japan who had a pair,
herself a pair of
wooden choppers.
That's horseshit.
It's possible.
I want you to think
about something.
What?
Somebody's got wooden teeth.
They get splinters
in their tongue.
Not if it was the
right kind of wood.
OK, well, from my
experience, oriental
smoke a lot of tobacco.
What about it?
You got wood in your mouth.
You got to light the
goddamn cigarette.
You take a couple of
puffs and your teeth
turn into fucking firewood.
Oh, shit.
You got a point.
Damn right I do.
You want to smoke?
I quit.
Last year when we
were in Frisco,
I went and saw me
an old sawbones.
Come on.
I had him give me a checkup.
He said smoking's bad for you.
I intend to live as
long as I possibly can.
I ain't gonna cut it
short with a stupid ass
habit like smoking.
Well, I bet I'll
live longer than you
do, even with my smoking.
Hyah.
Hyah.
Oh.
Goddamn.
Colt?
Goddamn.
What the hell?
Oh.
What the hell?
Wooden teeth?
From this valley they say
I knew that
story was bullshit.
You were going
I will miss your bright
eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are
taking the sunshine
That has brightened
our pathways a while
So come sit by my
side if you love me
Do not hasten
to bid me adieu
Just remember the
Red River Valley
And the cowboy that
loved you so true
Do you think of the
valley of leaving
Oh, how lonely and
dreary it will be
Do you think of a fun
Howdy.
So what's the word, Doc?
Am I gonna die
anytime time soon?
Maybe, maybe not.
Oh, come on, you're
in excellent health.
Which is surprising considering
the 20 years of smoking.
Two packs a day.
Oh.
But I exercise
pretty regularly.
I eat pretty healthy, too.
Mm-hmm.
My sister, she turned me
on to these essential oils--
eucalyptus, cinnamon, clove,
a couple of other things, too.
They're great.
Yeah, that's all good stuff.
OK, let's review here.
Lungs.
Your lungs, fine.
There you go.
Blood pressure, good.
So I saw in your file
you gave up alcohol.
Yeah.
Yeah, about four months ago.
Feel good?
Yeah.
Yeah, I was hitting
it pretty hard.
I did start smoking
again, though.
When?
Yesterday.
What happened?
So I know it sounds kind of
crazy, but I had this dream.
For-- for a week, every night,
same dream, same characters.
And each time I go to sleep, I
pick up right where I left off.
Hmm.
Do you remember what
the dream was about?
Yeah.
Well, I have a few minutes
before my next patient.
Unless you'd rather not say--
No, no, no.
I don't mind.
It's a pretty trippy dream.
Hi.
Hello.
Nice place.
What'd you get?
Oh, just a couple of ducks.
There's a lake a few miles
back, just beyond the trees.
Sorry for being
on your property.
Took a wrong turn on
the way to my truck.
You live around here?
Yeah, not too far.
Maybe 20 minutes.
You been here long?
Seems like it.
Mind if I sit
down for a minute?
Gun's empty.
What kind of gun is it?
Well, it's
a 12 gauge shotgun.
Yeah, it was my dad's.
He used to take us duck hunting
every fall when I was a kid.
I'm Chris, by the way.
Faye.
And I don't like guns.
Do you ever feel bad
killing helpless animals?
There's a little
bit of guilt in it.
It's the being out in
nature part I like.
Cigarette?
Um, no, thanks.
I quit recently.
I smoked like a California
wildfire for, like, 20 years.
Why'd you quit?
The usual reason,
it's bad for you.
When it comes to
self-destructive habits,
I put it right up
there with snake
handling and Russian roulette.
Was it hard?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, the-- the first
few weeks were hell.
Bad habits die hard.
But I do miss it, though.
I loved smoking.
I like how it tasted.
There was something
to do with the hands.
It was relaxing.
It just-- just helped me think.
I loved smoking and driving.
Sometimes at night after
work, I'd pick up my wife.
We'd go for a drive
and just cruise
for hours, just listening
to music, talking, smoking.
It's one of our favorite
things to do together.
Are you married?
Not anymore.
No, she died.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
It's-- it's been six years now.
Are you married?
Yeah.
For how long?
Three years.
What do you do?
I'm a combination of chef,
housekeeper, and sex toy
for my husband, and I smoke.
Any kids?
No, thank God.
What does he do?
He's a cop.
Wow.
I should probably go.
If he catches me talking to
his wife, he might shoot me.
He probably would.
I'm gonna go now.
Bye.
Yeah.
Nice to meet you.
Hey, baby.
How was your day?
Had better.
Something happened?
Yeah, I'm a fucking cop.
Every day something happens.
Dinner ready?
Almost.
Uh, you're home a little early.
Well, you know what I
said about having dinner
ready when I get home, right?
I'm sorry.
It'll be done in just a minute.
Why don't I run a bath for you?
- No.
No.
Finish dinner and get dressed.
We're going out.
Tonight?
Tonight.
Where are we going?
Where do you
think we're going?
John, I don't
feel so good today.
Why don't we just stay
in and watch a movie?
I'll rub your back.
No, no, no.
Finish dinner, get dressed,
and we're going out.
And don't burn the meat.
I hate it when
you burn the meat.
Could we please
go somewhere else?
I really don't wanna
do this anymore.
Don't cry.
You're gonna fuck
up your makeup.
Open my eyes so I can see
What my baby has done to me
It's got my heart
and my punk ass soul
Bury my body in
a deep, dark hole
Hey, I surrender.
Don't shoot.
Hey, Faye, you look
sexy as shit, baby.
Goddamn Charlie's Angel.
How you guys doing?
- OK.
It's a long night.
It's always slow
until it's not.
What can I get you, my baby?
Whiskey, Coke.
Tequila and soda
in three lines.
You got it.
I want you to
go to the jukebox.
Play 17F.
Go.
First, come here,
come here, come here.
First, I want you to go ask
those two fuckers playing
pool if they want to dance.
John, please.
I love you, and I will never--
I will never make
that mistake again.
Just please don't
make me do this.
17F.
Dance.
You wanna dance with me?
Which one of us?
Both, of course.
What about him?
He likes to watch.
Jesus Christ.
No, my name's Faye.
Why don't we go somewhere
a little more private?
Yeah, I'd like that.
Bring your friend.
What for?
I am far too much
for one man to handle.
Fuck off.
Hi.
Get lost again?
Took a wrong right.
Ended up on the other
side of the tree line.
Terrorizing the fish
instead of the ducks today,
I see.
Oh, felt like fishing.
Mix it up a little.
How's your day going?
Fabulous.
You walked into
a wall or something?
You didn't get lost
and take a wrong right?
Why are you here?
I just wanted to see you.
I like sitting next
to people who smoke.
Catch a whiff
every now and then.
I'm married.
You mentioned that.
I'm not trying to do what
you think I'm trying to do.
Then what do I think
you're trying to do?
Hit on you or something.
Why are you here?
I don't know.
I thought I'd see
if I could see
the pretty girl with sad
eyes and cigarettes again.
Sad eyes?
Yeah.
Yeah, you got sad eyes.
Did your husband
do that to you?
No woman should ever be
with a man who hurts her,
especially physically.
You're afraid
because he's a cop.
It's really none of your
goddamn business, is it?
No, it's not.
I cheated on him last year.
He found out about it.
Said he never wanted
to see me again.
I knew I'd made a mistake, and
I begged him to take me back.
He took two weeks
to think about it,
and decided that
there was a way that I
could earn his forgiveness.
How?
I fuck random dudes at
bars while he watches,
and then he beats
the shit out of me
and tells me how
much I hurt him.
He wants me to hate the idea of
sex with anyone other than him.
Why would you do
that to yourself?
You said it
yourself yesterday.
Bad habits die hard.
I am in love with a
boy who lives in town
He won't even speak to me
It breaks my heart
when he plays his part
And he gives it
away for free
I'm in love with a boy
who I've never known
He won't even speak to me
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
But maybe my dreams
will come true
My gray skies turn to blood
After the rain
falls from my eyes
For now I'll play
mom of the girl
with the broken heart
My smile is my disguise
I am in love with a boy
who I've never known
He won't even speak to me
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
My love's a fool
And I am too
I'm in love with a fantasy
You're frightened.
Don't be.
I can't.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
I thought I could--
I thought I could show
you how much I love you.
OK, just stop.
Let's go inside.
Come on.
Let's go.
Come on.
Faye.
Hank.
We work together.
Hi, Faye.
No.
No.
I-- I can't.
I'm done.
I-- I'm done.
I--
Faye.
Stop.
No.
No.
No.
No.
I am-- I'm done, and I don't--
I know I did--
I did a terrible thing to you.
And I'm so, so sorry.
Please, I don't deserve this.
I don't deserve.
You sick fuck!
You sick fuck!
OK.
Can I have one?
I thought you
didn't smoke anymore.
Yeah, well, bad
habits die hard.
That's a pretty
fucked up dream.
Definitely.
Yeah.
All right, I've got
another patient.
So get yourself
some nicotine gum.
And come here, don't
fucking smoke anymore.
Are we clear?
Good.
Need a light?
Yeah.
I spent 20 fucking
bucks on this thing,
and it won't even goddamn work.
$0.99.
Are you a doctor?
Nurse.
Leading by example.
Ah.
You'd be surprised how many
people in health care smoke.
Have we met?
I don't think so.
I'm Faye.
Chris.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, same brand?
Hey.
Yeah, I actually
quit for a while.
Just picked it back up.
I've tried to quit,
like, 20 times, too.
You know the saying
bad habits die hard?
Are you awake?
No.
Are you tired?
Yeah.
You want some more coffee?
I'm OK.
How much further?
Probably
another three hours.
You wanna get a
room for the night?
And we can get an early start
and be there in the morning.
I'm-- I'm
fine to keep going.
You wanna stop?
Yeah.
I'd like a shower.
And I'm exhausted.
If you see
someplace, let me know.
We'll stop.
So we
gotta work fast.
Throw the lock and
open that valve.
You boys turn
them guards loose.
Wait a minute, Sheriff.
Hold it.
Don't you point
that gun at me, Roy.
I don't know how else to
keep you waiting, Sheriff.
The old timers are getting this
water and eat it mighty bad.
I'm gonna have
to take you in.
Take it easy.
We'll go along
to jail peaceably
as soon as we get enough water.
But not until we do.
I said take it easy.
That's a fine
way for you to act.
Roy Rogers, son
of a Congressman
fighting the water company.
My dad would
live, there wouldn't
- have been any water company.
- Just the same--
You call, tell him we
won't be there till tomorrow?
Yeah, they said, no problem.
Get some rest.
They'd see us for breakfast.
Don't be
downhearted, Sheriff.
You won't be so chipper
when you get behind.
Roy--
- What are you reading?
Called the Last
Generation of the Soul.
It's written by an ex-CIA
operative named Charles
Russell wrote it in 1992.
My sister gave it
to me for Christmas.
Your sister?
She's crazier than
a shithouse rat.
Yes, she is.
But this book is fascinating.
I mean, he cites a lot of
sources for his theories.
I mean, basically, the
book says that people born
in the 1960s are
the last generation
that will understand what it's
like to be a real human being.
And then he says that a
sinister plan was hatched
by the world's elite at
the height of the Cold War
to control and enslave all
men, women, and children.
And not only is it
still in effect,
but it's gone past the
point of no return.
And what is this evil plan?
So Russell claims
that the plan kicks
into effect at
the earliest stage
of the public school system.
Children are taught a
false version of history.
Anything that is deemed
offensive or racist
is destroyed and erased
from public record.
Wishful thinking,
political correctness,
the idea that truth is
subjective is encouraged.
He calls it personal truth.
He thinks that there's
been a blatant agenda
to feminize all young men.
This is-- this
is the last page.
By the year 2030, homosexuality
and multiple genders
will be encouraged even at the
fourth and fifth grade level.
Hunting, fishing and
outdoor sports will
be replaced with video games.
In these games,
children and teens
will be able to kill
innocent people, shoot police
officers, and rape women.
This will eventually lead to
a desensitization of violence
and sexual perversion,
inevitably leading
to more violent crimes.
There will be an increase in
premature deaths from cancers
and other types of diseases
caused by the chemicals
in our food and water.
Alternate cures will
be discouraged in favor
of major pharmaceuticals.
There will be an increase
in poor race relations,
exacerbated by false
information propagated
by mainstream media
and will eventually
lead to a second Civil War.
Man-made-- man-made
genetically modified
super viruses will be
dispersed among the population.
Cities will close,
work will stop,
and people will be forced to
wear-- to wear face coverings
and stay indoors.
After a period of 48
months, the physiology
of the human brain
will have shifted,
causing a fear of strangers,
new surroundings,
movie theaters.
Musical concerts will
become a thing of the past.
The entertainment
industry will also change,
and there will be no more need
for actors or technicians.
All films will one day
be made in a computer,
and the films that are deemed
suitable for mass consumption
will require a checklist
that could include
the following-- large
percentage of the characters
in the film have
to be homosexual,
lesbian, bisexual, transgender,
or of a diverse
non-Caucasian race.
Communistic ideology
will also be strongly
encouraged in the screenplays.
And once the masses
are filled with fear,
their bodies sick with
disease and their critical and
creative faculties
disabled, they
will finally be under control.
What's the point of all this?
This is their agenda.
And it has been since the
beginning, the destruction
of the human soul, forced to
receive a chip or an implant
in order to buy or sell
or receive medical care.
And the government will be able
to track your every movement,
control your action
at all times,
creating a society of
mindless, soulless robots.
They will control what
you do, what you say,
and how you think.
And if you refuse to comply,
you will be cancelled.
There will, however, be a
small number of rebels who
will refuse to submit, and
these people will most likely
emerge from the remote
towns and villages,
where the one world order's
reach has not extended.
These brave young
souls will emerge
to a world they
did not understand
or wish to be no part of.
They will cling to
a bygone era when
life was filled with passion
and freedom and truth.
They will be
humanity's last hope.
And it is my suspicion that
the arts may be our salvation.
The tools of film
and literature
and music in the hands of
these brave young artists
just may save us from
the coming darkness.
Until we do--
I said take it easy.
That's a fine way to--
Well, that was a mouthful.
I can't believe he
wrote this almost 30 years ago.
It's crazy how
much he predicted.
What did you say
his name was again?
Charles Russell.
Well, my guess is Mr. Russell
did a lot of acid in the '60s.
Oh.
Well, it's tomorrow.
Oh.
Happy anniversary.
35 years.
A long time.
I would have thought for
sure I would have divorced
or murdered you by now.
Do you ever get worried
about all this shit?
What shit is that?
Oh, that stuff in the book,
what's happening in the world?
So many fucked up
people, so much hate
and confusion and suffering.
How is it all going to end?
How is it gonna--
Badly would be my guess.
What about our kids
and our grandkids?
What are they going to do?
Same as we did.
Make the-- make
the most of things.
Try to find the good.
Avoid all that shit
that gets in the way.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna smoke.
This is not a smoking room.
Honey, I'm--
I'm comfortable.
I'm not gonna put my clothes
on again, go outside.
They'll find us.
Fuck 'em.
We need to quit.
One day.
It's bad for us.
Most things are.
Hm.
What do you think
happens when we die?
I don't know.
We'll probably find out
sooner if we keep smoking.
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe we'll go on forever
and never find out.
Maybe.
I love you.
I love you too.
Well, I wish I
had some money
And I wish I had a car
And I wish my
girl was prettier
And I wish I owned a Ford
And I wish I could remember
All the things
I can't forget
Oh, it's nice and longer
And love is stronger
And I wish I
had a cigarette
For me and you and Mary Lou
Just trying to be seen
Making love and dancing
Up on the silver screen
Well, I bless my soul
with a rock and roll
This world is such a joke
I got some things to say
To pass the time away
But I'm just blowing smoke
Listen rock and roll
I wish that I
was Jesus Christ
And could turn
water into wine
And I wish I looked
like a Marilyn
Everything will
turn out fine
And I wish I could
sing like Buddy Holly
I could never be proved
I wish a cigarette
made to help me
And never could be true
Me and you # # and Mary Lou
Just trying to be seen
Making love and dancing
Upon the silver screen
Well, bless my soul
and rock and roll
This world is such a joy
I got some things to say
To pass the time away
But I'm just blowing smoke
Tell me what you want