Holy Smoke (1999) Movie Script
1
(bright gentle music)
(crowd applauding)
(bright gentle music)
(engine revving)
Holly holy eyes
(crowd applauding)
Dream of only me
Where I am
What I am
What I believe in
Holly holy
Holly
Holy dream
(steam hissing)
(bright music continues)
Wanting only you
(crowd chattering)
Holly holy love
Take
The lonely child
(group laughing)
And the seed
Let it be filled with tomorrow
Holly holy
Sing a song sing
Sing a song of songs
Sing sing it out
Sing it strong
Oh oh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Call the sun
In the dead of night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man
He gonna fly
And I fly
Yeah
And I fly
- I thought we said we
were going to do something
I wanted to do.
- We did, at Camelot.
I hated Camelot.
- 'Cause I really want to do this.
It's some of the real stuff.
God, you're so boring.
- What do you mean,
real stuff?
It's for the losers. Ruth?
Okay, we'll miss, we'll
miss the Rajasthani buffet.
Come on.
Holly holy
Holy ha
Ruth?
(crowd chattering)
Ruth, wait!
(footsteps pattering)
(dog barking)
- Is she out of money?
- No. It's quite simple.
I've decided that I have
to tell you the truth,
for the sake of Ruth's
and our old friendship.
(zipper buzzing)
- Oh, what's that taken on?
It's very exotic.
- It's on my Olympus.
- Oh, that's interesting.
Mine's a Minolta.
Is yours an auto-flash job?
- What am I looking at here? Prue?
Wh- who are these people in the photo?
- Ruth. That's Ruth.
- Oh, my God, I didn't
realize. Gilbert, it's Ruth.
- Oh, yeah, I can see that now.
She's wearing the national costume.
I would never have recognized her.
- I know.
- Is something wrong?
Well, tell me. I want to know.
- We were just like everyone
else travelling in India.
We wanted to visit a live guru.
We weren't serious about it.
She thought it would be a good laugh.
But oh, it was so scary.
Some sort of freaky hypnotism happened.
I think they were on drugs.
(participant moaning)
She even burnt her airline
ticket in front of me.
That's when I asked her,
"Is it true, what they said,
that Baba might marry you?"
No, thank you, mate.
No, thank you. No, mate.
Thank you. That's fine.
Thank you.
No, no. Say, Ruth, say no!
Say no, Ruth! Stop it!
(Ruth sighs)
Ruthy, stop him!
(instruments chiming)
(Ruth moaning)
No, no! Ruthy!
Stop! Ruth, don't!
Say no!
(Ruth moaning)
Ruthy! Ruthy!
Somebody help!
(dogs barking)
(doorbell rings)
(brothers chanting)
- This is serious.
Tim, please. It's serious.
(group chattering)
Come on. Come on, both of you.
We were waiting for you.
- Okay, seriously.
What's happening? Who's he?
- He's the top man on the subject.
He's been very, very helpful.
- Hi, Tim. Isn't it terrible?
But don't worry. Miriam's
going to get her back.
She's going to India, aren't you?
- Are you?
- Well, I will if I need to.
I'm determined to fight.
- G'day, Tim.
- Stop Robbie from drinking too much, Tim.
- Yeah, that's right, Mum, we'll fight.
- Don't.
(Tim chuckles)
Don't come here and mock.
I'm close to the edge, Tim.
- Sophie, sterilised at 23 to
focus on her spiritual growth,
wanted a reversal at 34.
It can't be done.
- So how do we get her back?
- Lure her. You lure her.
- Couldn't we just contact the embassy
and get her sent home?
- No, you can't.
If she were under 18, which
she isn't, yes, certainly
we could bring her back under
the international convention.
But you've got nothing on your sister
other than declaring her
mentally incompetent,
and that's almost impossible to do.
What we often do is steal.
You see, these cults use
coercive and deceptive methods.
Steal them, turn the deception around.
They make up their little
stories, we make up ours,
but we get her back.
The next step is the difficult one.
You'll have captured your
daughter's body, but not her mind.
(Yvonne sighing)
- So what do we do, Stan?
- We hire the man I believe to be
the number-one exit counselor in America.
For legal reasons, it's
best if he's in again,
out again, untraceable.
- Is there any way it could be dangerous?
- Yeah, it's delicate.
The mind's a damn mystery.
Why do people believe in God?
Why do people believe they're in love?
Why do I tell myself every
day, "You're fat, mate.
Today I'm not gonna eat
cake, butter or bread."
And by lunch time I've done the lot.
(dog yapping)
- So what did Mr. Hot Dog American cost?
- $10,000 Australian, plus expenses.
- Shit! And what's wrong with number two?
How much did he cost?
- Forget it, Gilly.
We're doing it. She's our golden girl.
My plane's leaving in
three hours, everybody.
- [Tim] Delhi's hot, 100 to 105 degrees.
- Oh, God!
- What if
she doesn't come back?
- [Miriam] When she knows
you're dying, she'll come.
- Sure.
(door slams)
- What's bitten his little bum?
- He doesn't like pretending to die.
(inhaler spritzing)
(traffic bustling)
(crowd chattering)
Do you speak English? Do
you know where that is?
That restaurant? Shiva's Restaurant?
It's a fair way, I suppose, is it?
Oh, goodness. It's busy, isn't it?
- Hello.
- [Miriam] No.
- Give me money, please?
- No.
- Give me a rupee, please?
Give me a rupee, please?
- No. I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm, I'm from Australia.
I haven't got any, uh, any Indian money.
(traffic bustling)
You're sure this is it? (groans)
(Miriam coughing)
(horns beeping)
(Miriam panting)
- Mum!
- Oh! Where's your sari?
- Mum, take this down.
- I was looking for a sari.
- Oh, you're so hot.
(crowd chattering)
- Who's that?
- That's the restaurant's fake holy man.
This is my friend Rahi.
- Who?
- Rahi. It's my Sanyasin name.
Hello, Miriam.
- [Miriam] Hello.
- Let me get you a cold drink.
Have you ever tried a lassi?
- A who?
- [Ruth] A lassi.
It's a yoghurt drink.
- Is it from a bottle?
- Mum, it's clean here.
- Oh, yes, I see there are
only a few dozen flies.
Is there a toilet or a hole here?
- (laughs) It's a hole.
(Miriam gasps)
(flies buzzing)
(liquid trickling)
(crowd chattering)
All your father and I want...
Oh, Lord. Calmie, calm.
Calmie, calm.
Ventolin.
(Miriam inhaling)
(flies buzzing)
(Miriam gasps)
(devotee speaking foreign language)
(camera shuttering)
- Mum, I've got no idea
what Prue told you.
She just got really scared.
Something amazing has happened to me.
It's so powerful and so gentle.
It's hard for me to describe.
You've got to experience Baba, Mum.
When he looks at you,
just looks at you, all your pretensions
and fears just vanish.
And suddenly it's so, it's so obvious
how to live your life.
That it's really possible
to be happy and truthful, and do good.
(vocalist singing in foreign language)
How would you feel if I
were to become enlightened?
- Come and meet him this evening, Miriam.
It's a beautiful opportunity.
- [Ruth] Yeah, just-
- Baba's going
to be taking questions.
- Just come and see.
He is so full of love.
- Your father and I are pleased
you've found fulfillment.
- Are you? How is dad?
- Like I wrote to you, he's very ill.
He had a stroke at Bill and
Puss's farm, and won't be moved.
- Is he gonna die?
- Yes, he could.
He wants to see you.
He's paid for your ticket home.
(Ruth weeping)
- See, I cry. I couldn't cry before.
- I didn't know you didn't cry.
- No. Oh, poor daddy. (sighs)
Maybe next time.
- What do you mean, next time?
- Oh, you know, next
time, in another life.
Oh, never mind.
- He's dying, Ruth.
- Is he scared?
- Well, of course he is!
He wants to see you.
We've got a ticket for you.
- Um, it's really the
timing, isn't it, Nazni?
- Who is Nazni?
- [Rahi] Oh, it's Ruth.
That's her apprentice name.
- Ruth, can you speak for you?
- Would you mind calling
me Nazni? It's my name now.
Look, they only initiate
new Sanyasins once a year
and it just-
- Fine. Fine.
- [Ruth] And it just
happens to be next week.
- You're doing just as you should.
You are pleasing yourself,
which is exactly what
we brought you up to do.
No, you just please yourself.
Don't let our deaths inconvenience you.
- You've got great hair.
- Oh, goodness. That's really kind of you.
- No, it's fantastic.
- [Participant] Are you sure?
- [Friend] That's fine.
Absolutely, thanks.
(vocalist singing)
(group chattering)
- She's a bit nervous.
- Of course.
How's the hair? Any scent?
- Oh, it's good.
- Great.
(crowd chattering)
(whistle blows)
- [Announcer] The kitchen may be open
for supper after the evening program.
(crowd speaking foreign language)
(devotee sniffing)
(devotee speaking foreign language)
- I can't be sniffed.
I, I feel sick, Ruth. I want to go back.
- Don't be silly, Mum.
Just walk through.
- No, I can't.
I feel like an animal.
- Yes, you can.
You'll be fine.
- No, no! Don't touch me!
- Mum-
- No!
- Mum, don't be silly.
- Excuse me.
- Mum, stop it.
You're embarrassing me.
- No!
- Mum!
(crowd chattering)
(children shouting)
- No.
- Please give me.
(tense suspenseful music)
(Miriam sobbing)
- Hello. Give me money.
(Miriam panting)
(children shouting)
(Miriam moans)
(liquid sloshing)
(Miriam gasps)
(children chattering in foreign language)
- I can't breathe. My spray!
It's on the roof. My spray.
No! No drink, no drink!
(crowd chattering)
(machinery whirring)
- [Passenger] Oh, thank god it's QANTAS.
(Ruth sighs)
- We're fine.
- It's fine.
(both giggling)
Hello!
(friends squealing)
- Oh, my God!
(friends squealing)
- So why is Miriam so freaked out?
- Oh, she thinks I'm going
to live in India, marry Baba
and commit group suicide.
(friend laughs)
She and dad hate Indians. You know?
Dark people. They're just the main points.
- Well, are you going to marry him?
- I wish.
- Oh, you wish?
- Oh, yeah. He's absolute love.
- Um... (clears throat)
Um, there's, uh, just, uh,
three problems.
- He's not cute, Ruth. Look at him.
- [Friend] He's poofie! He's, like, old!
- It's about love. It's not that literal.
Marriage is symbolic.
He's marrying everyone.
(airplane whooshing)
- [Child] Vroom.
- [PJ] Sydney, Australia. Case 190.
(gentle uplifting music)
Did you ever read about
a frog who dreamed
Of being a king
And then became one
Well except for the names
and a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story's the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried but it won't let me go
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
But I've never cared for the sound
Of being alone
I am I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
- Fabio here is an extra body if needs be,
and, uh, Robbie will step in to help too.
- Yeah, whatever's necessary.
- Mr. Waters, my name's Yvonne with a Y.
I'm Robert's wife.
It's such a relief that you've arrived,
because we've all been so worried.
Now, I'm here to be of assistance
to you. I'm on supplies.
Do you find it hard to get
polite help in America?
- Polite?
- Oh, well,
people with lovely manners.
Don't look at Robbie. He
hasn't got any. (laughs)
- Where's the guy with
the exiting experience?
Uh, Colin. Where is he?
- He's had a family
misfortune. His mother died.
- Oh, God, Stan. Was it expected?
- Excuse me. This is
not looking good, Stan.
I needed Colin.
I can't begin this work
without a properly experienced assistant.
Those are the rules.
- Well, that's where Robbie comes into it.
- Stan, come here a moment.
Now, I'm a little aggravated
because I could have got
my lady Carol to come out,
and she is good.
Now instead you've
given me two fruitcakes.
One's a ponytail, and the other's a clown.
Now, exiting is a precision exercise.
I'm taking a leap with
this girl into the sky.
We put everything at risk and
when we get to the bottom,
I need her parachute to open.
I need mine to open.
Now, which of these men would
you trust to pack your chute?
- [Stanley] Uh, Fabio. I
think he'd do a neat job.
- Yeah, he'd do a neat
job with his toilet bag.
If he hasn't packed a chute before,
would you trust him to figure it out?
(Fabio thuds)
(metal banging)
(group chattering)
- Hey, don't splash. No, no, no, no.
- [Robbie] Yvonne! Yvonne!
- What?
- Okay, cop you later. That
was Tim, my older brother.
He's a gay man. They've arrived.
She's visited dad once,
but she's restless.
So where do we go from here?
I'll take a look at her when I arrive,
then we'll start talking.
- Mm-hmm.
- She's not that easy to
chat to, is she, Robbie?
- This isn't a chat.
This is a conversation
that takes three days.
It's a very intuitive
thing, very concentrated.
- So, what is it that you do?
- Um, I work a basic three-step system,
where I steer the subject
toward a breakthrough,
breakdown, whatever you prefer to call it.
Step one, isolate her. Get
her attention and respect.
When she's listening
well, I start to push her.
- Mm-hmm.
- [PJ] The heat goes on.
- The heat?
- It's very traumatic for the subject.
- [Robbie] Mm-hmm.
- Which it's supposed to be.
- [Fabio] You want some?
It's hot.
- No, thank you.
Step two, I remove all her props.
Her books, her sari, if she wears one.
Is she wearing one?
- Yeah.
Actually, she looks quite
feminine for a change,
doesn't she, Robbie?
- Shh.
- What?
- Finally, the clouds
of her unreason burst upon
the Earth, there's tears,
sobs, hugs with the family,
and it's over for me.
But just beginning for you.
I've successfully exited 189 subjects,
with a recidivist rate of 3.5%.
There's no one in the US
or the UK who can match
those statistics.
- [Robbie] Huh.
- I've failed to proceed in three cases
when I judged the subject
too psychologically unstable.
- Do you have a wife or a
lady friend, Mr. Waters?
- Why do you ask?
- (laughs) Well, I bet she
wouldn't stand a chance.
- What do you mean?
- You're very persuasive.
I imagine you could persuade
any woman to do anything.
(Ruth singing with radio)
'Cause the love that
you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough
for you to be open wide
No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
you'd hold me until you died
'Til you died
Well you're still alive and I'm here
To remind you
Of the mess you left
When you went away
It's not fair
To deny me
Of the cross I bear
that you gave to me
You you you ought to know
'Cause the love that you
gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for
you to be open wide
No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
you'd hold me until you died
'Til you died
Well you're still alive and I'm here
(both laughing)
- Hi, Mummy.
- Hi, baby.
- Ruth.
- Hi, Aunt Puss.
- Good morning, early bird.
- Where are the boys?
- Oh, they're back at the
motel, cuddled up asleep.
I thought I'd just (kissing)
drive out and say bye to dad.
- Oh, he's sleeping, Ruth.
I think he should be left.
- Oh, don't worry. I'll sneak in.
I won't wake him.
- [Miriam] W-Wait, Ruth.
We'll come too.
- Okay. I'll race you.
Come on.
- Oh, God.
(clock ticking)
(floorboard creaking)
(clock ticking)
(floorboard creaking)
- Om.
Om mani padme om.
(lighter flicking)
(water running)
Dad, you're up!
Oh, my God, that's great! That's great!
(Gilbert clearing throat)
What's the matter?
(Gilbert grunting)
(ball thwacks)
What's going on?
(dogs barking)
You're not sick at all, are you?
- [Gilbert] We're all sick
from worrying about you, Ruth.
- What?
- There's someone visiting
we want you to talk to.
(tense pensive music)
- You're bullshitting me.
- We just want to be sure
you're on the right track.
- [Tim] Hi, sis!
- [Robbie] Hi, Ruthy!
(Ruth panting)
- Look, you'll bloody well stay here,
and get this sheet off.
- No!
How dare you!
- Hey, hey, easy, easy, easy.
- [Ruth] You liar! You lied to me!
(toupee ripping)
(group clamoring)
I fucking came home!
You made me think you were
dying, you liar! Let go.
- [Gilbert] We're here
because we all love you.
- Yeah, we all love you.
I, I love you.
- [Robbie] Yeah, sis.
- You know, you know we love you.
- [Tim] Yeah, Ruth. We all love you.
- [Gilbert] Yeah, of course we do.
- [Tim] Yeah. We love you, sis.
We love you, sis.
- Where's mum?
- [Tim] Keep it tight.
- [Brother] We love you, Ruth.
- Come on. I'll take you to meet him.
- [Gilbert] It's for your own good.
- [Ruth] No thanks. (panting) Where's mum?
- [Gilbert] Oh, you want
your mummy now, do you?
Not so tough, eh? You've met
your match in him, girlie.
He's gonna straighten you out.
- He's a great guy, sis.
He's real experienced
in religion and stuff.
Just three days. Just listen to him, yeah?
- [Gilbert] Get around. Get around her.
(Ruth wailing)
- [Tim] Jesus.
- You fucking lying shit!
(group clamoring)
You lying shit! I hate you!
- [Tim] You've got this. Behave yourself.
- Let go! Let go! (sobbing)
Tim. Timmy. (weeping)
Timmy, let, let me talk
to you and mum, please?
Tim, please, Tim. Please!
Please, Timmy, please! (sobbing)
Please, please! Timmy!
(Ruth sobbing)
- Come on, walk over.
(Ruth screaming)
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth panting)
- Oh, God!
(dogs barking)
- [PJ] He's not there?
No other back-ups? Nobody else?
- (sighs) Phone's out of
range. It doesn't work.
- Look at this.
(phone beeps)
It's a gift, see? She's coming towards me.
We're on step one. This
could be over in 12 hours.
- [Stanley] What about
your lady friend, Carol?
- [PJ] I need someone now.
- But there isn't anyone.
I've tried the Rabbi. I've
left several messages.
No response.
- [Tim] Stay with me.
Stay with me.
- What do we do?
Just let her go?
- Yeah, we let her go.
Three little steps, Stan,
but you don't want to fall.
- [Robbie] Keep up with her.
- [Stanley] Well, you're the expert.
- [Ruth] I want to talk to my mother.
- Sure.
(birds singing)
(fly buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
- [Stan] You're in. So, you gonna do it?
(birds singing)
(Ruth retching)
- [Miriam] Oh, there.
- Why?
(door slams)
Why? Why?
- Because I think you've been manipulated.
Maybe even drugged.
- No.
No, Mum.
Mum, I'm the only one of my
friends who doesn't do drugs.
Tell her!
- I'm sorry, Ruth. That's what I believe.
I believe you're manipulating
me right now. (sobs)
- Mum, Mum, Mum?
- Yeah?
- Why are you here?
- To save you.
- No. I mean on Earth.
Why are you here? What's
the point of your life?
- Is this a trick?
- No, no, Mum.
It's a real question. Why are you here?
Do you ever think about that?
- Yes.
I think about a lot of things.
I think about the magnetic
draw of the planets,
their ever-shifting relationship,
the healing power of crystals.
- Look, mum and dad have spent
a small fortune on this guy,
who, by the way, has a
very good reputation.
- According to who?
- [Tim] Let me finish.
- No, go on. According to who?
- So why don't you just do the three days?
- [Ruth] According to who?
- Just do the three days.
we'll all be-
- [Ruth] Excuse me,
According to who?
- [Tim] Okay, to a
friend of mine. A doctor.
A psychiatrist, okay?
- [Ruth] No.
- May I?
(Ruth sobbing)
- Come on.
(animals bleating)
(door slams)
- Come on, big jump. Flying, oh.
Whoo, that was a good one.
- [Child] It's my turn.
(birds chirping)
Is it my go?
- What do you believe in?
- Safe sex.
- Sex?
- Hey, I'm an anarchist.
My parents subscribed to their magazine.
"The Lord's Prayer" is muttered
by traumatised, paranoid worms
groveling for a meager existence.
- Traumatised worms?
- Traumatised, paranoid worms.
(children playing)
- (sighs) So what's
happening? Have they finished?
- No, but the good news is,
she's shaken hands on it.
She's going to do the three days.
He finally promised her
a ticket back to India.
Excuse me, Robbie. He wants
to leave as soon as possible.
- Well, where are they going?
- Out of the way, love.
- Where are they going?
I think he should have told me about it.
I mean, I'm supposed to be in charge
of the security operation.
- To the half way hut.
He says he can't work
anywhere near the family.
Look, we're very lucky to have him,
given the circumstances.
- We're getting his personal
assistant out from America,
and she's experienced.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm not going to think
costs. We have to do it.
- [Gilbert] And who bags the ticket?
- Mm, well, that's all well and good,
but what about the security operation?
What about Fabio? Do we send him home?
- Well done, dear.
- [Puss] Good luck, Ruthy.
- [Ruth] Fuck off, all of you.
- You, madam, watch
yourself with your mother.
- Hey, come on, Ruth.
Come on.
- You can talk, you hypocrite.
Where's your little love bomb?
- [Fabio] Hey, come on, Ruth.
Take it easy.
- [Gilbert] I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Don't engage with her.
- Yes, you do.
Where's my half sister then, Dad?
You know, your secretary's
secret little love bomb?
- What love bomb?
- [Gilbert] (laughs) She's
in a complete fantasy.
- If this cure works, I'll
be as fucked a liar as you.
- [Robbie] That's it, come
on, keep up with her. Go.
(door swinging)
(dogs barking)
(footsteps pattering)
(children playing)
- [Child] To the rescue.
It's my go. Batman!
(body slamming)
(child grunts)
(Yvonne screaming)
(engine revving)
- [PJ] Shoes please, Ruth.
(feet rustling)
Day one, isolate her.
Get her attention. Win her respect.
I feel for these kids, every one of them.
They're lost and they don't know it yet.
(engine revving)
(Ruth sighs)
(Ruth whimpers)
(wind whooshing)
(blinds thudding)
(Ruth groans and pants)
(footsteps pattering)
- This is, um, a complete waste of time.
You're never going to break me.
- That's fine.
I didn't expect it to be easy.
You're a young, intelligent
lady with strong convictions.
It would be a little disappointing
if it were too quick.
- (scoffs) There's no
way I can even listen
to someone like you, who dyes their hair.
I've made up my mind.
- Oh, you've made up your mind?
- Yes, that's right.
- And how, may I ask, did that happen?
(liquid sloshing)
- What?
- How did you do it?
Did you make your mind hard and solid,
like a brick, always
the same rain or shine,
nothing gets through?
If I was to say to you, don't
think of pink butterflies,
you don't, right?
Or do you?
(Ruth scoffs)
- I'm not thinking of pink butterflies.
- You just mentioned them.
You see, the mind is a
rebel. It is not a servant.
I'm not the one who will break you, Ruth.
Your own mind will.
It will seek the truth, and
the truth will set you free.
John 8:32.
- It's already heard the truth.
- The truth about your
saintdom? Baba and Mrs. Baba?
- Not everything's a posture.
Not everything's a joke.
- You're right. It's not a joke.
We're talking about your soul here.
Have you thought about the
damage that could be done
to your soul, to your very center,
if you hand it over to someone else?
To the wrong someone else?
"I feel within me that spark,
that atom emanation of the divine spirit."
Guiseppe Verdi.
The soul is the match.
(match striking)
The spark.
The flame that can light your path.
I want to ask you a question.
What, in your opinion,
is the most important
task of a human life?
Any idea?
- Is this multiple choice,
or a fake question?
(air whooshing)
- It's an oratory technique.
Have you heard of Socrates?
- Yeah.
- "The soul takes nothing with her
to the other world but her
education and culture."
So let's get to the facts.
What are you doing with your soul?
What is Chidaatma Baba teaching you?
- What's the point of my telling you?
You already have an opinion.
- I want to know what you know.
Something has touched you, hasn't it?
- To find out that, you'd
have to look into my heart.
Way beyond something you can
read in a book and quote.
It is, it is, it is.
That's, that's his teaching.
- Oh, that's what he said? His words?
It is.
- His words.
- "He alone attains unto it
who exclaims, 'It is, it is!'
Thus may it be perceived and
apprehended in its essence."
The Upanishads.
The Upanishads, Ruth.
An ancient Hindu text.
Feel with your heart,
but check your facts.
- I want my shoes back.
- No. You agreed to stay.
And I'm going to make it easy for you.
- You can't stand the fact
that I've got faith, can you?
'Cause you're so frightened and dried up.
But feeling, just trusting your heart,
it's beyond you.
I get strength like,
like you can't imagine
from my choice.
- Well, that's what we're
really here to examine.
The meaning of the word choice,
and whether you had one or not.
(insects chirping)
(dog barking)
(phone ringing)
- [Yvonne] Hello?
- [PJ] Listen, I need clothes for Ruth.
- [Yvonne] Oh, yes.
- [PJ] Can you meet me at the yards?
- Okay, but two changes? Do
you think dresses or pants?
- [PJ] You decide.
- Dresses.
(phone clicks)
(dog barking)
(Yvonne sighs)
(bright upbeat music)
(bird squawking)
(spray spritzing)
(bird squawking)
(Ruth murmuring)
(bright upbeat music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(Yvonne shrieks)
(gravel crunching)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Since I've been saying
Baby put your trust in me
It's what I'm saying to you
(gravel crunching)
(engine purring)
(Yvonne panting)
Put your trust in me
(insects chirping)
(door opening)
- [PJ] Have you got the clothes?
- Yeah, the clothes and the coffee.
(sighs) So, has she started talking yet?
(liquid sloshing)
- A little.
- Oh, well, she's so lucky
to have you to talk to.
I've got problems too, you know?
Robbie thinks I've been having an affair.
- Oh.
- Yeah. He found my letters.
- So you are?
- Robbie's so mad.
(laughs) Just wanted to beat the guy up.
He has no idea who it is,
and he'll never, ever guess.
Shall I tell you?
(PJ chuckles)
Okay, me. I wrote them.
Oh, they're so beautiful.
And they're so romantic.
- [PJ] (laughs) You,
you wrote the letters?
- (laughs) Yeah.
I don't have sex with Robbie.
I have sex with film stars.
I cut out their picture and I stick them
on my bedside drawer,
and when Robbie and I make love,
I pretend that it's
Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise.
(both laughing)
I like Sly, too. Do you?
- Mm.
- In the dark,
(Robbie growls)
I imagine that Robbie's
arms and legs are theirs.
- Woof.
- Oh, honeybunch.
- (moans) Oh, that's lovely, Robbie.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
(Robbie moans)
(Yvonne moaning)
(headboard thudding)
Oh, T- Tom! Tom!
Oh! Oh, God, Matt!
Matt! Oh!
Sometimes I get a little confused
because I can't remember who
it is who is making love to me.
But, but I think that Yvonne
is, is cheap. (gasping)
- Take it easy.
Breathe into the diaphragm.
- Yeah.
- Keep breathing.
- (panting) I mean, who is
going to want me when they know
how many guys that I sleep with?
- Keep breathing.
- Yes, thank you.
The breathing.
- [PJ] Down here.
- (panting) The breathing.
Do you have a web site? (moans)
(Yvonne moaning)
(belt clanging)
- Keep breathing.
(PJ moaning)
Keep breathing.
(PJ sighs)
(wind whooshing)
(metal screeching)
Day two, a painful day for the client.
Remove her props, upset
her and provoke her.
So I put the sari up the tree.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
- I want my clothes back.
- Juice?
(hand smacking)
(glass shatters)
You know, I thought I
was going to have to wait
the longest time for the
real you to break through.
You think a sari is going to change that?
1,000 saris won't hide that.
And you'll only succeed in tying
a big knot around yourself.
Hello.
(fist banging)
Would you share what
you're thinking, please?
Hello?
- Meditating.
I was just meditating on the difference
between you and Baba.
- He wears a dress.
- [Ruth] He lives the way he teaches.
- Mm, and what, specifically,
has he taught you?
- To do good. To be a good person.
(glass clattering)
- And how is that manifesting itself?
Are you out there doing good deeds?
Paying taxes?
- You're a cynic.
- Yes, yes, I am a cynic,
because I investigate crap.
What about the crap in you, Ruth?
Did you take that to the guru?
- You're a shit. You don't care about me.
You don't even know me.
And I didn't go to Baba to
get my fucked-upness fixed.
- Well, you'd be the first.
- All right, so I hoped
it would help me grow.
I know I'm not perfect.
- Good, Ruth.
- Yeah.
So what do you believe in then?
- Why do you want to know that?
- Because I'm just curious
to know what you worked out.
- So you can follow me?
Sorry, honey. That's not my ticket.
(impact thudding)
(door slams)
(metal thudding)
- I told you, don't you ever touch me.
My body is mine, honey.
You're a prick.
- You know, you'd be better off crying.
- Fuck you!
- I don't want to disempower you.
- (scoffs) Oh, yeah?
- If you want disempowerment,
you go right back to Mother India.
See how they treat women there.
Or didn't you notice all those
little ultrasounds blipping
away so people can go in and
say, "Oh, my god, it's a girl."
And flush her out and abort her.
- They're more honest.
- Excuse me?
- They're more honest in
their hatred of women.
- I don't hate women. I love ladies.
- (laughs) Ladies. You wouldn't know any.
I'll bet you date little
Barbie dolls, don't you?
"Oh, you're so brainy. Oh, you're so big.
Can I suck your dick?" (slurping)
Can I be alone now?
(train horn blowing)
(footsteps pattering)
(rocks thudding)
(cows mooing)
(insects chirping)
(flies buzzing)
(metal clanging)
- So, was it the ultimate revenge?
- What was?
- Taking your beauty off to an ashram.
- Beauty has its own
price. You wouldn't know.
- Yeah, it attracts the shit.
- Can do.
- Now, I've dated some beautiful ladies.
My ex-wife was a model.
- Wow,
- A bit paranoid. Always
going on about fat people.
She looked good though.
- Oh, right.
- Excuse me?
- She looked good though.
- Yes. Well, it didn't work that well.
There was a kind of a
hostility between us.
She was always mincing about.
Very flirty with the friends.
Suggesting open marriage, which we did.
We both slept around.
Um, I slept around.
Then we went to India.
There were six of us.
Next thing, she's off with my best friend.
I punched him out, (laughs)
left the bus and wanted to die.
And that's when I met
Singh, the so-called god.
I shook all over.
I totally relinquished myself to him.
If I saw any crap,
which I did on occasion,
I put it down to a test, you
know, Singh's testing me.
Then one historic day,
he took me to his private
rooms and hugged me.
I thought, "I'm special. He's chosen me."
Very happy.
Next thing, his hand's down my pants
and he's pulled my dick out.
It's just lying there in his hand,
and we are both looking at it.
And so he starts rubbing away.
- God.
(airplane buzzing)
- Are they spraying or something?
(airplane buzzing)
- Sorry?
- Is the plane spraying?
(Ruth sniffs)
Doesn't matter.
So, I'm on my way out of the ashram,
and Singh's standing there.
I couldn't avoid him.
When I drew parallel, he hissed at me.
"You show only outer love,
inner love not complete.
Only delusion."
(phone ringing)
- What's that mean?
(phone ringing)
- It means, "Uh-oh, I didn't
come." He couldn't fuck me.
(ringing continues)
(tires screeching)
(bright whimsical music)
- Hello, wow's Ruth? I- is she all right?
- [PJ] Yeah. She's listening.
She's still delicate.
- Uh-huh.
- We're on step two, so there's progress.
- [Miriam] Oh, good, because we had a call
from air traffic control.
A pilot rang them.
- [PJ] Uh-huh. What for?
- [Miriam] A help sign. He
wanted to know if we'd left one.
- [PJ] A what?
- A help sign made of stones.
- Hey, mate.
(person shrieking)
- [Robbie] Jesus!
- [Yvonne] Robbie.
- [Miriam] I said it was a game.
(Ruth sighs)
(footsteps pattering)
(animals bleating)
(Ruth sighs)
- Whoa, don't.
What? Stop.
(feet stomping)
Don't!
(Ruth struggling)
What are you doing?
What, do you think I'm gonna
break, like all those other
little chicken wing
girlies you snap apart?
- [PJ] You're dishonest.
- You wanna sleep with me, don't you?
- (sighs) Not all touch is desire.
(Ruth gagging)
But you wouldn't
know about that-
- I'm gonna be sick.
- 'Cause you're so busy imagining
how everyone is desiring you.
(Ruth humming)
You're one of the most
ungenerous people I've ever met.
I don't think you could actually
entwine with another person
on account of your having
to maybe give something back.
- You don't know that.
- No, and I don't want to.
We made a contract which you broke.
- I don't have to honor
a contract with the devil.
(birds singing)
(footsteps pattering)
- I'm a regular person and you know it.
Now, put these stones back. Please.
(footsteps pattering)
- I have had deep relationships.
(bright upbeat music)
(instruments chiming)
(wind whooshing)
(door thudding)
- [PJ] Day two ends with
screening the cult videos.
The cracks widen, the client falls apart.
Bye-bye, Baba.
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(air whooshing)
(television blaring)
- Oh, you look wonderful, darling.
Pink really suits you.
Doesn't she look wonderful,
Gilbert?
- You're looking good, Ruth.
Would you like a drink?
What's your poison?
- Can I bum a cigarette off of you?
- Sure.
(tape rewinding)
(group chattering)
- Are you sick?
- No.
- Are you feeling better?
- Come on, off to bed, kids. Off to bed.
Do you want a sandwich?
(television actors chattering)
Oh, you look good.
- [Robbie] Have you ever
tried that taco food?
Taco Bell. I was thinking
about kicking into that.
- It's gotta be collateralised.
- It's lovely to have you here, darling.
- [Robbie] You wouldn't know
any Yankee bods-
- I love you.
- [Robbie] Want to get into it?
- I'm really here for your sister, Robbie.
- Oh, I know that. Is she doing okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Yvonne] Anyone? "Cause
I'm gonna (indistinct).
- [Gilbert] Have a couple tomorrow.
(television actors chattering)
- Shift your chair other way.
- You all right, love? Here we go.
(VCR beeps)
- [Narrator] When you
meet the happiest people
you've ever known,
(group chanting)
who introduce you to
the most loving people
you've ever encountered,
and you find the leader
to be the most inspired,
compassionate and understanding.
The cause, something you never dared hope
could be accomplished, and all this sounds
too good to be true, it probably is.
Because these men are not only some
of the most charismatic
people of the 20th century,
they are also some of the most dangerous.
(explosion booms)
(crowd screams)
- [Narrator 2] Fanatics have their dreams
wherewith they weave
a paradise for a sect.
- [Reporter] How's it going, Charlie?
- Good.
- [Narrator 2] At its peak,
there were 20 or 30 young
people in the Manson family.
- [Narrator] In their cult
alias, two of these girls
took part in the brutal
murder of seven people
at the Tate Polanski house,
including Sharon Tate,
who was eight months pregnant.
My one desire
When evil falls on your family
Holy provision you'll bring
You'll walk with us
- [Narrator 2] As Manson
was led back to jail,
newsmen put the sanity
question to him too.
- [Reporter] Are you sane?
- Sane?
- [Reporter] Yes.
- That's relative.
- [Narrator] Members of his clan have been
waiting outside the city jail
protesting Manson's arrest.
- [Cult Member] He speaks
the truth and they're trying
to kill us as fast as they can.
- [Reporter] He cut a man's head off.
Is that the truth?
- I...
You'd better believe
he's gonna cut heads off
when he gets out of here.
He's gonna cut all your heads
off when he gets out of here
'cause that's what you got coming.
- [Narrator] On the 21st of October, 1978,
Congressman Ryan was
gunned down at an airstrip
near Jonestown, Guyana.
Over 900 bodies were found,
nearly 300 of whom were children.
Children who had no choice but to drink
the poisoned Kool-Aid mixture.
Many of these children
were wards of the state.
(remote beeping)
(door thuds)
- Would you like a freshen-up?
- No, I've got one.
- All right. Okay.
(Ruth sobbing)
(insects chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(footsteps pattering)
- Now, go. Now.
(VCR beeps)
- Parents, human parents,
do not possess the offspring they have.
It's, it's a very evil
thing for them to think
that they are theirs.
- My father used to say
to me, he used to say,
"No boy of mine is growing up straight."
(friend laughs)
- [Leader] That you
leave behind-
- [Gilbert] Shut up, you.
- [Leader] Everything-
- [Tim] He used to put me
in frocks.
- [Leader] Of human ways.
- [Tim] Lipstick, makeup.
- [Leader] Human behavior.
- [Tim] He put his wig
on me and made me mime
to Shirley Bassey.
[Leader] Human ignorance,
human misinformation.
If I would title this tape, it would be,
"Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth
Before It Is Recycled."
- [Narrator] Marshall
Applewhite led the 38 members
of his Heaven's Gate cult to suicide,
believing they would
rise to what they refer
to as the evolutionary level above human.
(gentle pensive music)
- Stop, don't. (panting)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(wind whooshing)
(fire crackling)
(air whooshes)
(door creaking)
- [PJ] Ruth! Ruth!
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth whimpering)
- I don't want you to talk.
My God, I feel as if I'm
going to split into pieces.
My head is, is busting.
I'm so confused. Hold it.
You better know what you're doing,
because this is heart surgery.
It's all gone.
It's just, it's all gone.
The love is, the love is
gone. The love is all gone.
- You're doing well,
Ruth. That's the girl.
- [Ruth] Nobody likes me.
- Hey, that's not true.
- (panting) You don't like me.
- Yes, I do.
(gentle pensive music continues)
- Kiss me.
- No, Ruth. I can't do that.
- I'm scared.
- I know you are,
but kissing won't change that.
(Ruth moaning)
No.
- Hmm.
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth urinating)
(gentle pensive music)
(Ruth panting)
- I think we'd better phone your mother.
- Okay. Let's phone mum.
(both moaning)
Don't come, don't come.
(PJ moaning)
(engine revving)
(group cheering)
(horn honking)
(group laughing)
(horn honking)
(vehicle approaching)
- Day three.
(horn honking)
Shit.
(horn honks)
(belt clanging)
(group chattering)
- [Tim] You going in, mate?
- [Friend] No, I'm not going.
You go in.
- Put it on.
- You take the sunnies.
Listen, are we going to
go in and talk to her?
- Yeah.
- This is a bit embarrassing.
- Sure is.
- No, don't put the hat on.
Give me, give me the hat.
(group chattering)
- This hut is out-of-bounds.
- Is she okay?
- A bit tender.
- Does she, does she
accept that they were crap?
- I wouldn't say they were crap.
Let's just say she's hovering.
- Yani's sister's come up.
We want to take Ruth with us to celebrate.
You know, there's a
theme night at the pub.
- Absolutely not.
She can't leave here until
the process is complete.
- [Tim] It's just for a...
(Yvonne screams)
- I think it would be good
for me. I'll get changed.
(footsteps pattering)
- That's good, Aunt Puss.
- Oh!
(door knocking)
- I'm sorry, Ruth. I
shouldn't have slept with you.
I, uh, I don't know.
It's never happened before.
(Ruth scoffs)
All right,
of course it's happened,
but never in this situation,
never with a client.
- Don't worry.
It wasn't anything.
- Look. I was there too.
I think it was a little more than that.
I was trying to be comforting.
(group chattering and laughing)
- [Friend] Get off me, will you?
- You don't think I was faking it, do you?
(group shouting and cheering)
- Get inside, Yani.
You silly boy.
- Give me the joint!
- What's that?
- [Yvonne] Robbie,
put your hands in.
- [Robbie] Give me
the marijuana!
(Yvonne screams)
Give me the joint. Give me the joint!
(bright upbeat music)
(roof thudding)
- No, we're gonna be...
(Tim laughing)
- Whoo!
(bright upbeat music)
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see
- No way, get fucked,
fuck off!
Your face again
- How we goin', mate? You want some weed?
It's a good buzz. What do you reckon?
I'll give you weight for 50 bucks, mate?
It's good stuff.
Am I ever gonna see
Your face again
- May I have the pleasure?
See your face again
- No, thanks.
See your face
- Oh, yeah, of course,
you're on duty, aren't you?
See your smiling face
I wanna see your face
See your face again
- You can have a stick
for 50 bucks.
Again again again
(glass shatters)
(bright energetic music)
- Hey! Woo!
(liquid bubbling)
(bright upbeat music)
(crowd chattering)
- Will you get me another one?
- No. I don't think
you should be drinking.
- Well, I think I should.
I put a spell on you
- Cheers.
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
- [Party Goer] How are you?
I put spell on you
On you
Because you're mine
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you do
ain't lying
You better stop the things you do
ain't lying
I put a spell
On you
Because you're mine
(bright energetic music continues)
Yeah
Because you're mine
(crowd chattering)
(crowd laughing)
Ain't gonna take
Your foolin' around
- Where's Ruth?
Or take none of your puttin' down
(party-goers cheering and shouting)
(crowd chattering and laughing)
- [Ruth] Come on, don't.
I want some air, okay?
I don't want to. Don't!
- [Party Goer] Have some, will you?
- Hey, don't worry.
- Don't!
- Here, come have some. Come on, come on.
(both chattering)
(Ruth gagging)
- Look here, you drink
from my bottle now, yeah.
(car whizzes)
(Ruth groans)
Here. No, no, no.
- [PJ] All right, all right.
- Hey, what's up, Pops?
- Who are you,
her dad or something, eh?
- She's had enough, man.
(glass shatters)
(party-goer shouting)
- Hey, we're all friends here, pal.
- [Party Goer] Right, next time, mate.
- [Friend] I'm all right, don't worry about it.
- [Party Goer] Next time.
(footsteps pattering)
(car whizzing)
(bright energetic music)
(insects chirping)
(metal clanging)
- Come on.
(Ruth groans)
(metal thudding)
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth groans)
(water sloshing)
(train horn blowing)
(Ruth groans)
- Oh, I want to go home.
- You're out of control.
(Ruth chuckles)
- You didn't seem to mind last night.
Hmm. Oh, come on.
Come on. It's over.
You fucked up.
- No, it's not over.
For one, you're drunk, and
two, we're still in the cave.
- [Ruth] Ooh, spooky.
- But now it's
a much darker and deeper
cave than it was last night.
- All right, I'll admit it.
In India, I was influenced by
processes beyond my control.
Ta-da. Happy?
Hmm?
Are you?
What about you?
- You're playing with me, Ruth.
- What do you like about me?
Do you like my personality, or
do you like my breasts best?
- All right, Ruth. Right
now I like your breasts.
It's just the way it is.
You can't stop me from having
sexual thoughts about you.
- Oh, yeah? What do you think?
What are your thoughts?
- They're private.
(Ruth laughs)
- Well, not the other night.
- How was it for you?
- A bit revolting.
- You bitch.
(Ruth chuckles)
- Okay, it was, it was
interesting, historically.
Oh, babe.
- [PJ] Listen to me.
- Come, babe.
- Listen to me!
I had sex with you
because you begged me to.
(Ruth chortles)
Now you think it's funny
to insult me, then I think
you're a cruel and stupid young woman.
Yeah, you laugh.
- What about you kiss me?
- Really?
- Yeah, see if I can teach you.
- I know how to do it.
- I don't think so.
Not so I like it.
Close your eyes.
Now, gently.
And don't open your mouth too wide.
Take my pants off. Slowly.
(gentle pensive music)
(lips smacking)
No, no, no, no.
Kiss around it.
Gently.
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth panting)
(Ruth moaning)
(Ruth moaning)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth moaning)
(airplane whooshing)
- Four, five, six, seven, eight.
- Get off there.
- Nine.
(group chattering)
- Robbie Baron.
- Carol.
- You're from LA?
- Not originally,
but PJ and I live there now.
- Where, originally?
- Houston. Robbie, how is your sister?
- Good. Oh, we got plastered last night.
John had to cart her home.
(water pattering)
(tap squeaking)
(birds singing)
- Could we talk somewhere?
- Yeah, here.
- Did you disconnect the phone?
- Yes. I decided against incoming calls.
- Great.
- I was going to call you.
- When?
- When I'd finished.
- Are you finished?
- Yes.
Pretty much.
She's still floating a bit, but...
Yeah, pretty much, yeah.
Look, I was here alone, yeah.
I had enough to worry about
without having to think about
who was getting the fuckin' phone, yeah.
- Don't go chewing your stuff off at me.
You're incredible.
I can't believe what I'm seeing in here.
She's on the couch,
naked. What's going on?
Are you fucking her, for instance?
I'm taking you home.
(horn honks)
- No!
(Carol shudders)
- (sighs) You could damage this girl.
- Oh, come on, Carol. I know all that.
It's working. Honestly.
(horn honks)
- What if I tell her parents?
- There's nothing to tell.
Give me a couple of days.
- No. No.
- I swear to you-
- You've lost it.
You've lost it.
- I swear to you everything's fine.
- (claps) Oh, Jesus.
One more day.
One more day.
(fly buzzing)
(hands rubbing)
(footsteps pattering)
- Hmm, what is that? A nose?
You can have it back.
- That was nice meeting your girlfriend.
She wanted to smack your ass.
I'm just lying there, acting
asleep, so she covers me up.
I felt like a baby.
- Well, you are a little baby,
aren't you?
- You should be sleeping
with big mummies your own age.
You wouldn't have to stick
all that dye and shit
in your hair.
- Man hater.
Look. I'm here, okay?
- No!
- All right!
Okay. Do your worst.
I'm gonna lie down, and I wanna hear it.
Your absolute worst.
You do what you do best.
- Okay, Tampax tool.
(PJ laughs)
I'm gonna give it you right up your ass.
- Hmm?
- All this man hating shit
for a start.
Oh, she criticized me.
I'll call her a man hater.
I know what you want from me.
You just want a youthful
pussy transfusion.
Preferably one you can take
home to show the men folks
what a beautiful post you got to piss on.
- What? No.
- Mr. Jeans Pressed Cowboy Boots.
Is that a uniform for individuals, is it?
I want a young man.
- No.
Your physical superiority
makes you unkind.
- Yeah? And that's the whole
reason we're talking intimate.
As in old salivating slob
seeks slim young thing-
- Okay.
- No, I haven't finished.
Seeks slim young thing for
stimulating conversation.
Excuse me, dear. Let's fuck. (grunting)
- Keep going.
Go on.
- Oh, do you know what you need?
You need the same age, fun-loving woman.
I've got just the girl for you.
(objects clattering)
(Ruth laughs)
(gentle pensive music)
(PJ chuckles)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth humming)
(gentle pensive music continues)
You look lovely.
Hmm. Sexy.
I bet you bake great cakes.
- Stop it.
- You old lezzo.
God.
Getting a bit, getting a bit aggressive.
Now, come on, ducks. We
can't have you half-dressed.
Let's get your trousers off,
and then we'll see how irresistible
you are.
- Fuck you, Ruth.
- No, you fuck yourself.
But you wouldn't, would you?
- I was young once too, and handsome.
You'd have been impressed.
- I wasn't born!
I won, didn't I?
I'm on top, aren't I? I'm the winner!
- Yes, you're the winner.
- Yes, yes, yes!
Yes, yes! (laughs)
So, what are you?
- A dirty old man.
- (laughs) Oh, this is so much fun.
I wish my friends were here.
Then we could really laugh.
So, tell me what I am.
(marker scraping)
(marker scrawling)
(scoffs) Be kind?
So what? You don't think I'm kind.
Oh, God.
Now I feel sick.
Why didn't you just write cruel?
- Hey, come on.
- No, you're right.
Be kind. That's the whole point.
Thank you. I'm very grateful.
That's it, isn't it?
The only thing.
The Dalai Lama said it, kindness.
Do you know what I'm really scared of?
- What?
- Don't tell anyone.
- No.
- Despite all my strong feelings,
I'm heartless.
- I'm hoping you're
heartless enough to abuse me
for your own sick pleasure.
- Oh, it's not a joke.
No one can be close to me. (sobbing)
(gentle pensive music)
Do you even like me?
(Ruth sniffles)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(animals bleating)
(toy clicking)
(child imitating gun shots)
(Tim groans)
(child imitating gun shots)
(Tim groans)
- She was starkers when I took Carol.
- Who was?
- Ruth.
She was lying naked on the couch.
He was in the shower like
he'd just been goin' at her.
Takin' off the franger.
I don't think Mum's paying him to...
- Yeah, very likely not, you big dick.
Did you tell mum?
- No, no one.
I thought we could go down.
(books thudding)
(bags rustling)
- What are you doin'?
(bags rustling)
(footsteps pattering)
(Ruth sighs)
(belt clanging)
- [Ruth] It's over.
- No, it's not.
Ruth...
- Look.
It's all wrong. I'm
ashamed I tortured you.
It's all defilement.
- I liked it.
I think we should be together.
- Look, no. No.
I'm lost. I'm completely lost.
(gentle pensive music)
- We're holding hands. We're,
we're sticking together.
(gentle pensive music continues)
Wh- why don't we get married?
Why don't you marry me?
Be my bride.
- No.
No.
- Yes!
- No! No!
(PJ grunts)
Don't!
Don't! You're mad.
Let me go! (gasping)
Get off me! (sobbing)
Stop it!
Stop it!
(PJ groaning)
Stop.
Leave me alone!
You're hurting me!
- Stop!
(punch thudding)
(gentle pensive music)
(Ruth groaning)
- Oh, shit.
(panting) Oh, shit.
Shit. Oh, shit.
(animals bleating)
(PJ panting)
- Now, if she was naked,
okay, it's her own affair.
Hey, look. It's your car.
It's him. See?
Robbie, pull up.
- No. I'll ram him.
He's dead meat.
(gravel crunching)
(engine revving)
- Have you seen Ruth?
- No.
Where is she?
- Has he got lipstick
on his face?
- I was hoping you might know.
She's not at the homestead?
- No.
No, she isn't. So what happened?
- What's happened is that she's taken off,
and we'd better get everyone
out to look for her.
I'm trying the tavern.
- What do you want us to do?
- You stay at the hut.
- [Robbie] The hut.
- She might return there.
- I'll come with you.
- No. No, it's not necessary.
- It's okay. I'd like to come.
(door slams)
(engine revving)
(sighs) I hope she's
been behaving herself.
You know, young girls can be big teasers.
I should know. (laughs)
(vehicle rumbling)
Have you ever wondered
where the dead birds go?
I mean, when they die,
(vehicle knocking)
do they just
(bright gentle music)
drop out of the sky?
(vehicle knocking)
Actually, I feel very sorry for Ruth.
Because I've been thinking about it,
and I don't think there's
anything out there.
Just a big, dark nothing.
All we really have is each other.
(vehicle pounding)
(bright gentle music)
Stop. Stop!
(vehicle knocking)
Stop the car! Oh, my
God, I know where she is!
This is so dangerous. Ruth, it's Yvonne.
I don't care who you believe
in, you, you've gone too far.
You could have killed
yourself in this heat.
Underneath the mistletoe last night
(engine purring)
He didn't seem
- [Ruth] Help me.
- Oh, okay.
Down the stairs to have a peep
(Ruth groaning)
- [PJ] Ruth.
- No!
- It's all right, Ruth.
- (gasps) No!
- Ruth!
(Yvonne clamoring)
Saw mommy kissing Santa
- No, wait! I'm not in yet.
No! Ruth, no!
(engine revving)
Last night
No!
(engine revving)
What a laugh it would have been
- We could go to India!
- No! (screaming)
- Come on, stop! I'm sorry.
Kissin' Santa Claus last night
- [Ruth] Get away!
(vehicle clanging)
I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
- No, no, please.
(PJ grunting)
- We'll see Baba. He can help us.
Yeah, yeah. Why not?
You and me at the ashram.
I love you!
(Ruth sobbing)
I love you.
(wind whooshing)
(Ruth panting)
I love you! You, you and I at the ashram.
- [Child] Bang, bang.
- Yeah, y- yes. All right.
- [Child] Bang, bang.
- Okay, thank you. Bye.
- [Child] Grandma, bang bang.
- Stan says to stay calm.
He's frankly a little worried
that they've left the hut.
- (claps) What a genius.
Do you know what could happen, Miriam?
- Sh- she could be lost?
- She could be found.
Found wandering the effing
highway by the police,
who will come here to arrest us all.
- Why aren't we checking
the roads? It's a good idea.
- Bill-Bill?
- [Gilbert] We'll get Robbie and Tim.
- I think we should say
"The Lord's Prayer."
(door thudding)
(group chattering)
This is such a mess.
Our Father-
- [Both] Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
- Oh God, is the valley of death in this?
- No, it's the daily bread.
- Oh, I don't even-
Our Father
- Know the words. He won't listen.
Which art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth
As it is in heaven
(wind whooshing)
(footsteps pattering)
(body thudding)
(PJ groans)
(PJ gasping)
(wind whooshing)
(bright upbeat music)
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la la
It's not the way you smile
That touched my heart
(PJ whimpering)
Sha la la la la
It's not the way you kiss
That tears me apart
Oh many many nights roll by
I sit alone at home and cry
Over you
What can I do
I can't help myself
When baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Baby it's you
Sha la la la la
'Cause, baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Don't leave me alone
Sha la la la la
Come on home
Sha la la la la
(wind whooshing)
(footsteps pattering)
(PJ gasping)
- Oh, God.
(wind whooshing)
(PJ gasping)
(wind whooshing)
I just can't believe we all trusted him.
I mean, he so disappointed me.
Oh, God, Ruth. Poor you.
- And we'll make him pay.
- Yeah, we'll sue the
prick into the gutter.
- Yeah, use Dave Caughley.
He's bloody good.
- Yeah, he's good.
- Oh, God, he looked shocking.
Looked like the emus had been
at him. Serves him right.
Served him big time.
(gentle sanguine music)
Sweetheart the sun has set
- Let's take Ruth to the
doctor because her nose
is bleeding.
- Doctor first.
- Okay.
- Robbie, can you just stop the car?
Blood stained on an ageless sky
Wipe your tears and
let the salt stains dry
Let them all run dry
- Can you let me out, please?
(gentle sanguine music continues)
All run dry
(engine revving)
For time will catch us in both hands
To blow away like grains
Of sand
Ashes to ashes
Rust to dust
This is what
Becomes of us
(gentle sanguine music continues)
(vocalist improvising)
(group chattering)
(animals bleating)
- [Ruth] Dear PJ,
my dad finally did run
off with his secretary.
(children playing)
So, mum came back to India with me,
and we're working at the Animal Help
and Suffering in Jaipur.
(horn beeping)
I'm still chasing the truth.
I've read the complete Bhagavad Gita.
(crowd chattering)
(dog barking)
Oh, I've got a boyfriend. (laughs)
He's a little jealous of you.
(Miriam laughs)
I don't know why I love you.
But I do,
(animals bleating)
from afar.
Something...
- [Miriam] Shut the gate,
darling.
- [Ruth] Something really did
happen, didn't it?
Ruth.
(infant crying)
(rain pattering)
- [PJ] Dear Ruth, thank you.
It was good to get your card and news.
What about this?
(infant crying)
Carol and I are the
proud parents of twins.
She's forgiven me, patched me up,
chewed me out, nursed me.
- Oh, honey, come on.
- [PJ] I'm writing a novel, my second.
It's about a man who
meets his avenging angel.
Ha.
(rain pattering)
Could you really love me? I'm amazed.
Even if it is from far, far
away, I wear it like a blessing.
About the something, yes.
Didn't you notice it just about killed me?
Yours any time,
don't tell Carol, PJ.
(bright uplifting music)
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya mayi
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Maya mayi ma
Mayi ma
(vocalists improvising)
(bright uplifting music continues)
(tense pensive music)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(bright gentle music)
(crowd applauding)
(bright gentle music)
(engine revving)
Holly holy eyes
(crowd applauding)
Dream of only me
Where I am
What I am
What I believe in
Holly holy
Holly
Holy dream
(steam hissing)
(bright music continues)
Wanting only you
(crowd chattering)
Holly holy love
Take
The lonely child
(group laughing)
And the seed
Let it be filled with tomorrow
Holly holy
Sing a song sing
Sing a song of songs
Sing sing it out
Sing it strong
Oh oh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Call the sun
In the dead of night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man
He gonna fly
And I fly
Yeah
And I fly
- I thought we said we
were going to do something
I wanted to do.
- We did, at Camelot.
I hated Camelot.
- 'Cause I really want to do this.
It's some of the real stuff.
God, you're so boring.
- What do you mean,
real stuff?
It's for the losers. Ruth?
Okay, we'll miss, we'll
miss the Rajasthani buffet.
Come on.
Holly holy
Holy ha
Ruth?
(crowd chattering)
Ruth, wait!
(footsteps pattering)
(dog barking)
- Is she out of money?
- No. It's quite simple.
I've decided that I have
to tell you the truth,
for the sake of Ruth's
and our old friendship.
(zipper buzzing)
- Oh, what's that taken on?
It's very exotic.
- It's on my Olympus.
- Oh, that's interesting.
Mine's a Minolta.
Is yours an auto-flash job?
- What am I looking at here? Prue?
Wh- who are these people in the photo?
- Ruth. That's Ruth.
- Oh, my God, I didn't
realize. Gilbert, it's Ruth.
- Oh, yeah, I can see that now.
She's wearing the national costume.
I would never have recognized her.
- I know.
- Is something wrong?
Well, tell me. I want to know.
- We were just like everyone
else travelling in India.
We wanted to visit a live guru.
We weren't serious about it.
She thought it would be a good laugh.
But oh, it was so scary.
Some sort of freaky hypnotism happened.
I think they were on drugs.
(participant moaning)
She even burnt her airline
ticket in front of me.
That's when I asked her,
"Is it true, what they said,
that Baba might marry you?"
No, thank you, mate.
No, thank you. No, mate.
Thank you. That's fine.
Thank you.
No, no. Say, Ruth, say no!
Say no, Ruth! Stop it!
(Ruth sighs)
Ruthy, stop him!
(instruments chiming)
(Ruth moaning)
No, no! Ruthy!
Stop! Ruth, don't!
Say no!
(Ruth moaning)
Ruthy! Ruthy!
Somebody help!
(dogs barking)
(doorbell rings)
(brothers chanting)
- This is serious.
Tim, please. It's serious.
(group chattering)
Come on. Come on, both of you.
We were waiting for you.
- Okay, seriously.
What's happening? Who's he?
- He's the top man on the subject.
He's been very, very helpful.
- Hi, Tim. Isn't it terrible?
But don't worry. Miriam's
going to get her back.
She's going to India, aren't you?
- Are you?
- Well, I will if I need to.
I'm determined to fight.
- G'day, Tim.
- Stop Robbie from drinking too much, Tim.
- Yeah, that's right, Mum, we'll fight.
- Don't.
(Tim chuckles)
Don't come here and mock.
I'm close to the edge, Tim.
- Sophie, sterilised at 23 to
focus on her spiritual growth,
wanted a reversal at 34.
It can't be done.
- So how do we get her back?
- Lure her. You lure her.
- Couldn't we just contact the embassy
and get her sent home?
- No, you can't.
If she were under 18, which
she isn't, yes, certainly
we could bring her back under
the international convention.
But you've got nothing on your sister
other than declaring her
mentally incompetent,
and that's almost impossible to do.
What we often do is steal.
You see, these cults use
coercive and deceptive methods.
Steal them, turn the deception around.
They make up their little
stories, we make up ours,
but we get her back.
The next step is the difficult one.
You'll have captured your
daughter's body, but not her mind.
(Yvonne sighing)
- So what do we do, Stan?
- We hire the man I believe to be
the number-one exit counselor in America.
For legal reasons, it's
best if he's in again,
out again, untraceable.
- Is there any way it could be dangerous?
- Yeah, it's delicate.
The mind's a damn mystery.
Why do people believe in God?
Why do people believe they're in love?
Why do I tell myself every
day, "You're fat, mate.
Today I'm not gonna eat
cake, butter or bread."
And by lunch time I've done the lot.
(dog yapping)
- So what did Mr. Hot Dog American cost?
- $10,000 Australian, plus expenses.
- Shit! And what's wrong with number two?
How much did he cost?
- Forget it, Gilly.
We're doing it. She's our golden girl.
My plane's leaving in
three hours, everybody.
- [Tim] Delhi's hot, 100 to 105 degrees.
- Oh, God!
- What if
she doesn't come back?
- [Miriam] When she knows
you're dying, she'll come.
- Sure.
(door slams)
- What's bitten his little bum?
- He doesn't like pretending to die.
(inhaler spritzing)
(traffic bustling)
(crowd chattering)
Do you speak English? Do
you know where that is?
That restaurant? Shiva's Restaurant?
It's a fair way, I suppose, is it?
Oh, goodness. It's busy, isn't it?
- Hello.
- [Miriam] No.
- Give me money, please?
- No.
- Give me a rupee, please?
Give me a rupee, please?
- No. I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm, I'm from Australia.
I haven't got any, uh, any Indian money.
(traffic bustling)
You're sure this is it? (groans)
(Miriam coughing)
(horns beeping)
(Miriam panting)
- Mum!
- Oh! Where's your sari?
- Mum, take this down.
- I was looking for a sari.
- Oh, you're so hot.
(crowd chattering)
- Who's that?
- That's the restaurant's fake holy man.
This is my friend Rahi.
- Who?
- Rahi. It's my Sanyasin name.
Hello, Miriam.
- [Miriam] Hello.
- Let me get you a cold drink.
Have you ever tried a lassi?
- A who?
- [Ruth] A lassi.
It's a yoghurt drink.
- Is it from a bottle?
- Mum, it's clean here.
- Oh, yes, I see there are
only a few dozen flies.
Is there a toilet or a hole here?
- (laughs) It's a hole.
(Miriam gasps)
(flies buzzing)
(liquid trickling)
(crowd chattering)
All your father and I want...
Oh, Lord. Calmie, calm.
Calmie, calm.
Ventolin.
(Miriam inhaling)
(flies buzzing)
(Miriam gasps)
(devotee speaking foreign language)
(camera shuttering)
- Mum, I've got no idea
what Prue told you.
She just got really scared.
Something amazing has happened to me.
It's so powerful and so gentle.
It's hard for me to describe.
You've got to experience Baba, Mum.
When he looks at you,
just looks at you, all your pretensions
and fears just vanish.
And suddenly it's so, it's so obvious
how to live your life.
That it's really possible
to be happy and truthful, and do good.
(vocalist singing in foreign language)
How would you feel if I
were to become enlightened?
- Come and meet him this evening, Miriam.
It's a beautiful opportunity.
- [Ruth] Yeah, just-
- Baba's going
to be taking questions.
- Just come and see.
He is so full of love.
- Your father and I are pleased
you've found fulfillment.
- Are you? How is dad?
- Like I wrote to you, he's very ill.
He had a stroke at Bill and
Puss's farm, and won't be moved.
- Is he gonna die?
- Yes, he could.
He wants to see you.
He's paid for your ticket home.
(Ruth weeping)
- See, I cry. I couldn't cry before.
- I didn't know you didn't cry.
- No. Oh, poor daddy. (sighs)
Maybe next time.
- What do you mean, next time?
- Oh, you know, next
time, in another life.
Oh, never mind.
- He's dying, Ruth.
- Is he scared?
- Well, of course he is!
He wants to see you.
We've got a ticket for you.
- Um, it's really the
timing, isn't it, Nazni?
- Who is Nazni?
- [Rahi] Oh, it's Ruth.
That's her apprentice name.
- Ruth, can you speak for you?
- Would you mind calling
me Nazni? It's my name now.
Look, they only initiate
new Sanyasins once a year
and it just-
- Fine. Fine.
- [Ruth] And it just
happens to be next week.
- You're doing just as you should.
You are pleasing yourself,
which is exactly what
we brought you up to do.
No, you just please yourself.
Don't let our deaths inconvenience you.
- You've got great hair.
- Oh, goodness. That's really kind of you.
- No, it's fantastic.
- [Participant] Are you sure?
- [Friend] That's fine.
Absolutely, thanks.
(vocalist singing)
(group chattering)
- She's a bit nervous.
- Of course.
How's the hair? Any scent?
- Oh, it's good.
- Great.
(crowd chattering)
(whistle blows)
- [Announcer] The kitchen may be open
for supper after the evening program.
(crowd speaking foreign language)
(devotee sniffing)
(devotee speaking foreign language)
- I can't be sniffed.
I, I feel sick, Ruth. I want to go back.
- Don't be silly, Mum.
Just walk through.
- No, I can't.
I feel like an animal.
- Yes, you can.
You'll be fine.
- No, no! Don't touch me!
- Mum-
- No!
- Mum, don't be silly.
- Excuse me.
- Mum, stop it.
You're embarrassing me.
- No!
- Mum!
(crowd chattering)
(children shouting)
- No.
- Please give me.
(tense suspenseful music)
(Miriam sobbing)
- Hello. Give me money.
(Miriam panting)
(children shouting)
(Miriam moans)
(liquid sloshing)
(Miriam gasps)
(children chattering in foreign language)
- I can't breathe. My spray!
It's on the roof. My spray.
No! No drink, no drink!
(crowd chattering)
(machinery whirring)
- [Passenger] Oh, thank god it's QANTAS.
(Ruth sighs)
- We're fine.
- It's fine.
(both giggling)
Hello!
(friends squealing)
- Oh, my God!
(friends squealing)
- So why is Miriam so freaked out?
- Oh, she thinks I'm going
to live in India, marry Baba
and commit group suicide.
(friend laughs)
She and dad hate Indians. You know?
Dark people. They're just the main points.
- Well, are you going to marry him?
- I wish.
- Oh, you wish?
- Oh, yeah. He's absolute love.
- Um... (clears throat)
Um, there's, uh, just, uh,
three problems.
- He's not cute, Ruth. Look at him.
- [Friend] He's poofie! He's, like, old!
- It's about love. It's not that literal.
Marriage is symbolic.
He's marrying everyone.
(airplane whooshing)
- [Child] Vroom.
- [PJ] Sydney, Australia. Case 190.
(gentle uplifting music)
Did you ever read about
a frog who dreamed
Of being a king
And then became one
Well except for the names
and a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story's the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried but it won't let me go
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
But I've never cared for the sound
Of being alone
I am I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
- Fabio here is an extra body if needs be,
and, uh, Robbie will step in to help too.
- Yeah, whatever's necessary.
- Mr. Waters, my name's Yvonne with a Y.
I'm Robert's wife.
It's such a relief that you've arrived,
because we've all been so worried.
Now, I'm here to be of assistance
to you. I'm on supplies.
Do you find it hard to get
polite help in America?
- Polite?
- Oh, well,
people with lovely manners.
Don't look at Robbie. He
hasn't got any. (laughs)
- Where's the guy with
the exiting experience?
Uh, Colin. Where is he?
- He's had a family
misfortune. His mother died.
- Oh, God, Stan. Was it expected?
- Excuse me. This is
not looking good, Stan.
I needed Colin.
I can't begin this work
without a properly experienced assistant.
Those are the rules.
- Well, that's where Robbie comes into it.
- Stan, come here a moment.
Now, I'm a little aggravated
because I could have got
my lady Carol to come out,
and she is good.
Now instead you've
given me two fruitcakes.
One's a ponytail, and the other's a clown.
Now, exiting is a precision exercise.
I'm taking a leap with
this girl into the sky.
We put everything at risk and
when we get to the bottom,
I need her parachute to open.
I need mine to open.
Now, which of these men would
you trust to pack your chute?
- [Stanley] Uh, Fabio. I
think he'd do a neat job.
- Yeah, he'd do a neat
job with his toilet bag.
If he hasn't packed a chute before,
would you trust him to figure it out?
(Fabio thuds)
(metal banging)
(group chattering)
- Hey, don't splash. No, no, no, no.
- [Robbie] Yvonne! Yvonne!
- What?
- Okay, cop you later. That
was Tim, my older brother.
He's a gay man. They've arrived.
She's visited dad once,
but she's restless.
So where do we go from here?
I'll take a look at her when I arrive,
then we'll start talking.
- Mm-hmm.
- She's not that easy to
chat to, is she, Robbie?
- This isn't a chat.
This is a conversation
that takes three days.
It's a very intuitive
thing, very concentrated.
- So, what is it that you do?
- Um, I work a basic three-step system,
where I steer the subject
toward a breakthrough,
breakdown, whatever you prefer to call it.
Step one, isolate her. Get
her attention and respect.
When she's listening
well, I start to push her.
- Mm-hmm.
- [PJ] The heat goes on.
- The heat?
- It's very traumatic for the subject.
- [Robbie] Mm-hmm.
- Which it's supposed to be.
- [Fabio] You want some?
It's hot.
- No, thank you.
Step two, I remove all her props.
Her books, her sari, if she wears one.
Is she wearing one?
- Yeah.
Actually, she looks quite
feminine for a change,
doesn't she, Robbie?
- Shh.
- What?
- Finally, the clouds
of her unreason burst upon
the Earth, there's tears,
sobs, hugs with the family,
and it's over for me.
But just beginning for you.
I've successfully exited 189 subjects,
with a recidivist rate of 3.5%.
There's no one in the US
or the UK who can match
those statistics.
- [Robbie] Huh.
- I've failed to proceed in three cases
when I judged the subject
too psychologically unstable.
- Do you have a wife or a
lady friend, Mr. Waters?
- Why do you ask?
- (laughs) Well, I bet she
wouldn't stand a chance.
- What do you mean?
- You're very persuasive.
I imagine you could persuade
any woman to do anything.
(Ruth singing with radio)
'Cause the love that
you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough
for you to be open wide
No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
you'd hold me until you died
'Til you died
Well you're still alive and I'm here
To remind you
Of the mess you left
When you went away
It's not fair
To deny me
Of the cross I bear
that you gave to me
You you you ought to know
'Cause the love that you
gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for
you to be open wide
No
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me
you'd hold me until you died
'Til you died
Well you're still alive and I'm here
(both laughing)
- Hi, Mummy.
- Hi, baby.
- Ruth.
- Hi, Aunt Puss.
- Good morning, early bird.
- Where are the boys?
- Oh, they're back at the
motel, cuddled up asleep.
I thought I'd just (kissing)
drive out and say bye to dad.
- Oh, he's sleeping, Ruth.
I think he should be left.
- Oh, don't worry. I'll sneak in.
I won't wake him.
- [Miriam] W-Wait, Ruth.
We'll come too.
- Okay. I'll race you.
Come on.
- Oh, God.
(clock ticking)
(floorboard creaking)
(clock ticking)
(floorboard creaking)
- Om.
Om mani padme om.
(lighter flicking)
(water running)
Dad, you're up!
Oh, my God, that's great! That's great!
(Gilbert clearing throat)
What's the matter?
(Gilbert grunting)
(ball thwacks)
What's going on?
(dogs barking)
You're not sick at all, are you?
- [Gilbert] We're all sick
from worrying about you, Ruth.
- What?
- There's someone visiting
we want you to talk to.
(tense pensive music)
- You're bullshitting me.
- We just want to be sure
you're on the right track.
- [Tim] Hi, sis!
- [Robbie] Hi, Ruthy!
(Ruth panting)
- Look, you'll bloody well stay here,
and get this sheet off.
- No!
How dare you!
- Hey, hey, easy, easy, easy.
- [Ruth] You liar! You lied to me!
(toupee ripping)
(group clamoring)
I fucking came home!
You made me think you were
dying, you liar! Let go.
- [Gilbert] We're here
because we all love you.
- Yeah, we all love you.
I, I love you.
- [Robbie] Yeah, sis.
- You know, you know we love you.
- [Tim] Yeah, Ruth. We all love you.
- [Gilbert] Yeah, of course we do.
- [Tim] Yeah. We love you, sis.
We love you, sis.
- Where's mum?
- [Tim] Keep it tight.
- [Brother] We love you, Ruth.
- Come on. I'll take you to meet him.
- [Gilbert] It's for your own good.
- [Ruth] No thanks. (panting) Where's mum?
- [Gilbert] Oh, you want
your mummy now, do you?
Not so tough, eh? You've met
your match in him, girlie.
He's gonna straighten you out.
- He's a great guy, sis.
He's real experienced
in religion and stuff.
Just three days. Just listen to him, yeah?
- [Gilbert] Get around. Get around her.
(Ruth wailing)
- [Tim] Jesus.
- You fucking lying shit!
(group clamoring)
You lying shit! I hate you!
- [Tim] You've got this. Behave yourself.
- Let go! Let go! (sobbing)
Tim. Timmy. (weeping)
Timmy, let, let me talk
to you and mum, please?
Tim, please, Tim. Please!
Please, Timmy, please! (sobbing)
Please, please! Timmy!
(Ruth sobbing)
- Come on, walk over.
(Ruth screaming)
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth panting)
- Oh, God!
(dogs barking)
- [PJ] He's not there?
No other back-ups? Nobody else?
- (sighs) Phone's out of
range. It doesn't work.
- Look at this.
(phone beeps)
It's a gift, see? She's coming towards me.
We're on step one. This
could be over in 12 hours.
- [Stanley] What about
your lady friend, Carol?
- [PJ] I need someone now.
- But there isn't anyone.
I've tried the Rabbi. I've
left several messages.
No response.
- [Tim] Stay with me.
Stay with me.
- What do we do?
Just let her go?
- Yeah, we let her go.
Three little steps, Stan,
but you don't want to fall.
- [Robbie] Keep up with her.
- [Stanley] Well, you're the expert.
- [Ruth] I want to talk to my mother.
- Sure.
(birds singing)
(fly buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
- [Stan] You're in. So, you gonna do it?
(birds singing)
(Ruth retching)
- [Miriam] Oh, there.
- Why?
(door slams)
Why? Why?
- Because I think you've been manipulated.
Maybe even drugged.
- No.
No, Mum.
Mum, I'm the only one of my
friends who doesn't do drugs.
Tell her!
- I'm sorry, Ruth. That's what I believe.
I believe you're manipulating
me right now. (sobs)
- Mum, Mum, Mum?
- Yeah?
- Why are you here?
- To save you.
- No. I mean on Earth.
Why are you here? What's
the point of your life?
- Is this a trick?
- No, no, Mum.
It's a real question. Why are you here?
Do you ever think about that?
- Yes.
I think about a lot of things.
I think about the magnetic
draw of the planets,
their ever-shifting relationship,
the healing power of crystals.
- Look, mum and dad have spent
a small fortune on this guy,
who, by the way, has a
very good reputation.
- According to who?
- [Tim] Let me finish.
- No, go on. According to who?
- So why don't you just do the three days?
- [Ruth] According to who?
- Just do the three days.
we'll all be-
- [Ruth] Excuse me,
According to who?
- [Tim] Okay, to a
friend of mine. A doctor.
A psychiatrist, okay?
- [Ruth] No.
- May I?
(Ruth sobbing)
- Come on.
(animals bleating)
(door slams)
- Come on, big jump. Flying, oh.
Whoo, that was a good one.
- [Child] It's my turn.
(birds chirping)
Is it my go?
- What do you believe in?
- Safe sex.
- Sex?
- Hey, I'm an anarchist.
My parents subscribed to their magazine.
"The Lord's Prayer" is muttered
by traumatised, paranoid worms
groveling for a meager existence.
- Traumatised worms?
- Traumatised, paranoid worms.
(children playing)
- (sighs) So what's
happening? Have they finished?
- No, but the good news is,
she's shaken hands on it.
She's going to do the three days.
He finally promised her
a ticket back to India.
Excuse me, Robbie. He wants
to leave as soon as possible.
- Well, where are they going?
- Out of the way, love.
- Where are they going?
I think he should have told me about it.
I mean, I'm supposed to be in charge
of the security operation.
- To the half way hut.
He says he can't work
anywhere near the family.
Look, we're very lucky to have him,
given the circumstances.
- We're getting his personal
assistant out from America,
and she's experienced.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'm not going to think
costs. We have to do it.
- [Gilbert] And who bags the ticket?
- Mm, well, that's all well and good,
but what about the security operation?
What about Fabio? Do we send him home?
- Well done, dear.
- [Puss] Good luck, Ruthy.
- [Ruth] Fuck off, all of you.
- You, madam, watch
yourself with your mother.
- Hey, come on, Ruth.
Come on.
- You can talk, you hypocrite.
Where's your little love bomb?
- [Fabio] Hey, come on, Ruth.
Take it easy.
- [Gilbert] I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Don't engage with her.
- Yes, you do.
Where's my half sister then, Dad?
You know, your secretary's
secret little love bomb?
- What love bomb?
- [Gilbert] (laughs) She's
in a complete fantasy.
- If this cure works, I'll
be as fucked a liar as you.
- [Robbie] That's it, come
on, keep up with her. Go.
(door swinging)
(dogs barking)
(footsteps pattering)
(children playing)
- [Child] To the rescue.
It's my go. Batman!
(body slamming)
(child grunts)
(Yvonne screaming)
(engine revving)
- [PJ] Shoes please, Ruth.
(feet rustling)
Day one, isolate her.
Get her attention. Win her respect.
I feel for these kids, every one of them.
They're lost and they don't know it yet.
(engine revving)
(Ruth sighs)
(Ruth whimpers)
(wind whooshing)
(blinds thudding)
(Ruth groans and pants)
(footsteps pattering)
- This is, um, a complete waste of time.
You're never going to break me.
- That's fine.
I didn't expect it to be easy.
You're a young, intelligent
lady with strong convictions.
It would be a little disappointing
if it were too quick.
- (scoffs) There's no
way I can even listen
to someone like you, who dyes their hair.
I've made up my mind.
- Oh, you've made up your mind?
- Yes, that's right.
- And how, may I ask, did that happen?
(liquid sloshing)
- What?
- How did you do it?
Did you make your mind hard and solid,
like a brick, always
the same rain or shine,
nothing gets through?
If I was to say to you, don't
think of pink butterflies,
you don't, right?
Or do you?
(Ruth scoffs)
- I'm not thinking of pink butterflies.
- You just mentioned them.
You see, the mind is a
rebel. It is not a servant.
I'm not the one who will break you, Ruth.
Your own mind will.
It will seek the truth, and
the truth will set you free.
John 8:32.
- It's already heard the truth.
- The truth about your
saintdom? Baba and Mrs. Baba?
- Not everything's a posture.
Not everything's a joke.
- You're right. It's not a joke.
We're talking about your soul here.
Have you thought about the
damage that could be done
to your soul, to your very center,
if you hand it over to someone else?
To the wrong someone else?
"I feel within me that spark,
that atom emanation of the divine spirit."
Guiseppe Verdi.
The soul is the match.
(match striking)
The spark.
The flame that can light your path.
I want to ask you a question.
What, in your opinion,
is the most important
task of a human life?
Any idea?
- Is this multiple choice,
or a fake question?
(air whooshing)
- It's an oratory technique.
Have you heard of Socrates?
- Yeah.
- "The soul takes nothing with her
to the other world but her
education and culture."
So let's get to the facts.
What are you doing with your soul?
What is Chidaatma Baba teaching you?
- What's the point of my telling you?
You already have an opinion.
- I want to know what you know.
Something has touched you, hasn't it?
- To find out that, you'd
have to look into my heart.
Way beyond something you can
read in a book and quote.
It is, it is, it is.
That's, that's his teaching.
- Oh, that's what he said? His words?
It is.
- His words.
- "He alone attains unto it
who exclaims, 'It is, it is!'
Thus may it be perceived and
apprehended in its essence."
The Upanishads.
The Upanishads, Ruth.
An ancient Hindu text.
Feel with your heart,
but check your facts.
- I want my shoes back.
- No. You agreed to stay.
And I'm going to make it easy for you.
- You can't stand the fact
that I've got faith, can you?
'Cause you're so frightened and dried up.
But feeling, just trusting your heart,
it's beyond you.
I get strength like,
like you can't imagine
from my choice.
- Well, that's what we're
really here to examine.
The meaning of the word choice,
and whether you had one or not.
(insects chirping)
(dog barking)
(phone ringing)
- [Yvonne] Hello?
- [PJ] Listen, I need clothes for Ruth.
- [Yvonne] Oh, yes.
- [PJ] Can you meet me at the yards?
- Okay, but two changes? Do
you think dresses or pants?
- [PJ] You decide.
- Dresses.
(phone clicks)
(dog barking)
(Yvonne sighs)
(bright upbeat music)
(bird squawking)
(spray spritzing)
(bird squawking)
(Ruth murmuring)
(bright upbeat music)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
(Yvonne shrieks)
(gravel crunching)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Since I've been saying
Baby put your trust in me
It's what I'm saying to you
(gravel crunching)
(engine purring)
(Yvonne panting)
Put your trust in me
(insects chirping)
(door opening)
- [PJ] Have you got the clothes?
- Yeah, the clothes and the coffee.
(sighs) So, has she started talking yet?
(liquid sloshing)
- A little.
- Oh, well, she's so lucky
to have you to talk to.
I've got problems too, you know?
Robbie thinks I've been having an affair.
- Oh.
- Yeah. He found my letters.
- So you are?
- Robbie's so mad.
(laughs) Just wanted to beat the guy up.
He has no idea who it is,
and he'll never, ever guess.
Shall I tell you?
(PJ chuckles)
Okay, me. I wrote them.
Oh, they're so beautiful.
And they're so romantic.
- [PJ] (laughs) You,
you wrote the letters?
- (laughs) Yeah.
I don't have sex with Robbie.
I have sex with film stars.
I cut out their picture and I stick them
on my bedside drawer,
and when Robbie and I make love,
I pretend that it's
Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise.
(both laughing)
I like Sly, too. Do you?
- Mm.
- In the dark,
(Robbie growls)
I imagine that Robbie's
arms and legs are theirs.
- Woof.
- Oh, honeybunch.
- (moans) Oh, that's lovely, Robbie.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
(Robbie moans)
(Yvonne moaning)
(headboard thudding)
Oh, T- Tom! Tom!
Oh! Oh, God, Matt!
Matt! Oh!
Sometimes I get a little confused
because I can't remember who
it is who is making love to me.
But, but I think that Yvonne
is, is cheap. (gasping)
- Take it easy.
Breathe into the diaphragm.
- Yeah.
- Keep breathing.
- (panting) I mean, who is
going to want me when they know
how many guys that I sleep with?
- Keep breathing.
- Yes, thank you.
The breathing.
- [PJ] Down here.
- (panting) The breathing.
Do you have a web site? (moans)
(Yvonne moaning)
(belt clanging)
- Keep breathing.
(PJ moaning)
Keep breathing.
(PJ sighs)
(wind whooshing)
(metal screeching)
Day two, a painful day for the client.
Remove her props, upset
her and provoke her.
So I put the sari up the tree.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
- I want my clothes back.
- Juice?
(hand smacking)
(glass shatters)
You know, I thought I
was going to have to wait
the longest time for the
real you to break through.
You think a sari is going to change that?
1,000 saris won't hide that.
And you'll only succeed in tying
a big knot around yourself.
Hello.
(fist banging)
Would you share what
you're thinking, please?
Hello?
- Meditating.
I was just meditating on the difference
between you and Baba.
- He wears a dress.
- [Ruth] He lives the way he teaches.
- Mm, and what, specifically,
has he taught you?
- To do good. To be a good person.
(glass clattering)
- And how is that manifesting itself?
Are you out there doing good deeds?
Paying taxes?
- You're a cynic.
- Yes, yes, I am a cynic,
because I investigate crap.
What about the crap in you, Ruth?
Did you take that to the guru?
- You're a shit. You don't care about me.
You don't even know me.
And I didn't go to Baba to
get my fucked-upness fixed.
- Well, you'd be the first.
- All right, so I hoped
it would help me grow.
I know I'm not perfect.
- Good, Ruth.
- Yeah.
So what do you believe in then?
- Why do you want to know that?
- Because I'm just curious
to know what you worked out.
- So you can follow me?
Sorry, honey. That's not my ticket.
(impact thudding)
(door slams)
(metal thudding)
- I told you, don't you ever touch me.
My body is mine, honey.
You're a prick.
- You know, you'd be better off crying.
- Fuck you!
- I don't want to disempower you.
- (scoffs) Oh, yeah?
- If you want disempowerment,
you go right back to Mother India.
See how they treat women there.
Or didn't you notice all those
little ultrasounds blipping
away so people can go in and
say, "Oh, my god, it's a girl."
And flush her out and abort her.
- They're more honest.
- Excuse me?
- They're more honest in
their hatred of women.
- I don't hate women. I love ladies.
- (laughs) Ladies. You wouldn't know any.
I'll bet you date little
Barbie dolls, don't you?
"Oh, you're so brainy. Oh, you're so big.
Can I suck your dick?" (slurping)
Can I be alone now?
(train horn blowing)
(footsteps pattering)
(rocks thudding)
(cows mooing)
(insects chirping)
(flies buzzing)
(metal clanging)
- So, was it the ultimate revenge?
- What was?
- Taking your beauty off to an ashram.
- Beauty has its own
price. You wouldn't know.
- Yeah, it attracts the shit.
- Can do.
- Now, I've dated some beautiful ladies.
My ex-wife was a model.
- Wow,
- A bit paranoid. Always
going on about fat people.
She looked good though.
- Oh, right.
- Excuse me?
- She looked good though.
- Yes. Well, it didn't work that well.
There was a kind of a
hostility between us.
She was always mincing about.
Very flirty with the friends.
Suggesting open marriage, which we did.
We both slept around.
Um, I slept around.
Then we went to India.
There were six of us.
Next thing, she's off with my best friend.
I punched him out, (laughs)
left the bus and wanted to die.
And that's when I met
Singh, the so-called god.
I shook all over.
I totally relinquished myself to him.
If I saw any crap,
which I did on occasion,
I put it down to a test, you
know, Singh's testing me.
Then one historic day,
he took me to his private
rooms and hugged me.
I thought, "I'm special. He's chosen me."
Very happy.
Next thing, his hand's down my pants
and he's pulled my dick out.
It's just lying there in his hand,
and we are both looking at it.
And so he starts rubbing away.
- God.
(airplane buzzing)
- Are they spraying or something?
(airplane buzzing)
- Sorry?
- Is the plane spraying?
(Ruth sniffs)
Doesn't matter.
So, I'm on my way out of the ashram,
and Singh's standing there.
I couldn't avoid him.
When I drew parallel, he hissed at me.
"You show only outer love,
inner love not complete.
Only delusion."
(phone ringing)
- What's that mean?
(phone ringing)
- It means, "Uh-oh, I didn't
come." He couldn't fuck me.
(ringing continues)
(tires screeching)
(bright whimsical music)
- Hello, wow's Ruth? I- is she all right?
- [PJ] Yeah. She's listening.
She's still delicate.
- Uh-huh.
- We're on step two, so there's progress.
- [Miriam] Oh, good, because we had a call
from air traffic control.
A pilot rang them.
- [PJ] Uh-huh. What for?
- [Miriam] A help sign. He
wanted to know if we'd left one.
- [PJ] A what?
- A help sign made of stones.
- Hey, mate.
(person shrieking)
- [Robbie] Jesus!
- [Yvonne] Robbie.
- [Miriam] I said it was a game.
(Ruth sighs)
(footsteps pattering)
(animals bleating)
(Ruth sighs)
- Whoa, don't.
What? Stop.
(feet stomping)
Don't!
(Ruth struggling)
What are you doing?
What, do you think I'm gonna
break, like all those other
little chicken wing
girlies you snap apart?
- [PJ] You're dishonest.
- You wanna sleep with me, don't you?
- (sighs) Not all touch is desire.
(Ruth gagging)
But you wouldn't
know about that-
- I'm gonna be sick.
- 'Cause you're so busy imagining
how everyone is desiring you.
(Ruth humming)
You're one of the most
ungenerous people I've ever met.
I don't think you could actually
entwine with another person
on account of your having
to maybe give something back.
- You don't know that.
- No, and I don't want to.
We made a contract which you broke.
- I don't have to honor
a contract with the devil.
(birds singing)
(footsteps pattering)
- I'm a regular person and you know it.
Now, put these stones back. Please.
(footsteps pattering)
- I have had deep relationships.
(bright upbeat music)
(instruments chiming)
(wind whooshing)
(door thudding)
- [PJ] Day two ends with
screening the cult videos.
The cracks widen, the client falls apart.
Bye-bye, Baba.
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(air whooshing)
(television blaring)
- Oh, you look wonderful, darling.
Pink really suits you.
Doesn't she look wonderful,
Gilbert?
- You're looking good, Ruth.
Would you like a drink?
What's your poison?
- Can I bum a cigarette off of you?
- Sure.
(tape rewinding)
(group chattering)
- Are you sick?
- No.
- Are you feeling better?
- Come on, off to bed, kids. Off to bed.
Do you want a sandwich?
(television actors chattering)
Oh, you look good.
- [Robbie] Have you ever
tried that taco food?
Taco Bell. I was thinking
about kicking into that.
- It's gotta be collateralised.
- It's lovely to have you here, darling.
- [Robbie] You wouldn't know
any Yankee bods-
- I love you.
- [Robbie] Want to get into it?
- I'm really here for your sister, Robbie.
- Oh, I know that. Is she doing okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Yvonne] Anyone? "Cause
I'm gonna (indistinct).
- [Gilbert] Have a couple tomorrow.
(television actors chattering)
- Shift your chair other way.
- You all right, love? Here we go.
(VCR beeps)
- [Narrator] When you
meet the happiest people
you've ever known,
(group chanting)
who introduce you to
the most loving people
you've ever encountered,
and you find the leader
to be the most inspired,
compassionate and understanding.
The cause, something you never dared hope
could be accomplished, and all this sounds
too good to be true, it probably is.
Because these men are not only some
of the most charismatic
people of the 20th century,
they are also some of the most dangerous.
(explosion booms)
(crowd screams)
- [Narrator 2] Fanatics have their dreams
wherewith they weave
a paradise for a sect.
- [Reporter] How's it going, Charlie?
- Good.
- [Narrator 2] At its peak,
there were 20 or 30 young
people in the Manson family.
- [Narrator] In their cult
alias, two of these girls
took part in the brutal
murder of seven people
at the Tate Polanski house,
including Sharon Tate,
who was eight months pregnant.
My one desire
When evil falls on your family
Holy provision you'll bring
You'll walk with us
- [Narrator 2] As Manson
was led back to jail,
newsmen put the sanity
question to him too.
- [Reporter] Are you sane?
- Sane?
- [Reporter] Yes.
- That's relative.
- [Narrator] Members of his clan have been
waiting outside the city jail
protesting Manson's arrest.
- [Cult Member] He speaks
the truth and they're trying
to kill us as fast as they can.
- [Reporter] He cut a man's head off.
Is that the truth?
- I...
You'd better believe
he's gonna cut heads off
when he gets out of here.
He's gonna cut all your heads
off when he gets out of here
'cause that's what you got coming.
- [Narrator] On the 21st of October, 1978,
Congressman Ryan was
gunned down at an airstrip
near Jonestown, Guyana.
Over 900 bodies were found,
nearly 300 of whom were children.
Children who had no choice but to drink
the poisoned Kool-Aid mixture.
Many of these children
were wards of the state.
(remote beeping)
(door thuds)
- Would you like a freshen-up?
- No, I've got one.
- All right. Okay.
(Ruth sobbing)
(insects chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(footsteps pattering)
- Now, go. Now.
(VCR beeps)
- Parents, human parents,
do not possess the offspring they have.
It's, it's a very evil
thing for them to think
that they are theirs.
- My father used to say
to me, he used to say,
"No boy of mine is growing up straight."
(friend laughs)
- [Leader] That you
leave behind-
- [Gilbert] Shut up, you.
- [Leader] Everything-
- [Tim] He used to put me
in frocks.
- [Leader] Of human ways.
- [Tim] Lipstick, makeup.
- [Leader] Human behavior.
- [Tim] He put his wig
on me and made me mime
to Shirley Bassey.
[Leader] Human ignorance,
human misinformation.
If I would title this tape, it would be,
"Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth
Before It Is Recycled."
- [Narrator] Marshall
Applewhite led the 38 members
of his Heaven's Gate cult to suicide,
believing they would
rise to what they refer
to as the evolutionary level above human.
(gentle pensive music)
- Stop, don't. (panting)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(wind whooshing)
(fire crackling)
(air whooshes)
(door creaking)
- [PJ] Ruth! Ruth!
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth whimpering)
- I don't want you to talk.
My God, I feel as if I'm
going to split into pieces.
My head is, is busting.
I'm so confused. Hold it.
You better know what you're doing,
because this is heart surgery.
It's all gone.
It's just, it's all gone.
The love is, the love is
gone. The love is all gone.
- You're doing well,
Ruth. That's the girl.
- [Ruth] Nobody likes me.
- Hey, that's not true.
- (panting) You don't like me.
- Yes, I do.
(gentle pensive music continues)
- Kiss me.
- No, Ruth. I can't do that.
- I'm scared.
- I know you are,
but kissing won't change that.
(Ruth moaning)
No.
- Hmm.
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth urinating)
(gentle pensive music)
(Ruth panting)
- I think we'd better phone your mother.
- Okay. Let's phone mum.
(both moaning)
Don't come, don't come.
(PJ moaning)
(engine revving)
(group cheering)
(horn honking)
(group laughing)
(horn honking)
(vehicle approaching)
- Day three.
(horn honking)
Shit.
(horn honks)
(belt clanging)
(group chattering)
- [Tim] You going in, mate?
- [Friend] No, I'm not going.
You go in.
- Put it on.
- You take the sunnies.
Listen, are we going to
go in and talk to her?
- Yeah.
- This is a bit embarrassing.
- Sure is.
- No, don't put the hat on.
Give me, give me the hat.
(group chattering)
- This hut is out-of-bounds.
- Is she okay?
- A bit tender.
- Does she, does she
accept that they were crap?
- I wouldn't say they were crap.
Let's just say she's hovering.
- Yani's sister's come up.
We want to take Ruth with us to celebrate.
You know, there's a
theme night at the pub.
- Absolutely not.
She can't leave here until
the process is complete.
- [Tim] It's just for a...
(Yvonne screams)
- I think it would be good
for me. I'll get changed.
(footsteps pattering)
- That's good, Aunt Puss.
- Oh!
(door knocking)
- I'm sorry, Ruth. I
shouldn't have slept with you.
I, uh, I don't know.
It's never happened before.
(Ruth scoffs)
All right,
of course it's happened,
but never in this situation,
never with a client.
- Don't worry.
It wasn't anything.
- Look. I was there too.
I think it was a little more than that.
I was trying to be comforting.
(group chattering and laughing)
- [Friend] Get off me, will you?
- You don't think I was faking it, do you?
(group shouting and cheering)
- Get inside, Yani.
You silly boy.
- Give me the joint!
- What's that?
- [Yvonne] Robbie,
put your hands in.
- [Robbie] Give me
the marijuana!
(Yvonne screams)
Give me the joint. Give me the joint!
(bright upbeat music)
(roof thudding)
- No, we're gonna be...
(Tim laughing)
- Whoo!
(bright upbeat music)
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
- [Crowd] No way, get fucked, fuck off!
Am I ever gonna see your face again
Am I ever gonna see
- No way, get fucked,
fuck off!
Your face again
- How we goin', mate? You want some weed?
It's a good buzz. What do you reckon?
I'll give you weight for 50 bucks, mate?
It's good stuff.
Am I ever gonna see
Your face again
- May I have the pleasure?
See your face again
- No, thanks.
See your face
- Oh, yeah, of course,
you're on duty, aren't you?
See your smiling face
I wanna see your face
See your face again
- You can have a stick
for 50 bucks.
Again again again
(glass shatters)
(bright energetic music)
- Hey! Woo!
(liquid bubbling)
(bright upbeat music)
(crowd chattering)
- Will you get me another one?
- No. I don't think
you should be drinking.
- Well, I think I should.
I put a spell on you
- Cheers.
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
- [Party Goer] How are you?
I put spell on you
On you
Because you're mine
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you do
ain't lying
You better stop the things you do
ain't lying
I put a spell
On you
Because you're mine
(bright energetic music continues)
Yeah
Because you're mine
(crowd chattering)
(crowd laughing)
Ain't gonna take
Your foolin' around
- Where's Ruth?
Or take none of your puttin' down
(party-goers cheering and shouting)
(crowd chattering and laughing)
- [Ruth] Come on, don't.
I want some air, okay?
I don't want to. Don't!
- [Party Goer] Have some, will you?
- Hey, don't worry.
- Don't!
- Here, come have some. Come on, come on.
(both chattering)
(Ruth gagging)
- Look here, you drink
from my bottle now, yeah.
(car whizzes)
(Ruth groans)
Here. No, no, no.
- [PJ] All right, all right.
- Hey, what's up, Pops?
- Who are you,
her dad or something, eh?
- She's had enough, man.
(glass shatters)
(party-goer shouting)
- Hey, we're all friends here, pal.
- [Party Goer] Right, next time, mate.
- [Friend] I'm all right, don't worry about it.
- [Party Goer] Next time.
(footsteps pattering)
(car whizzing)
(bright energetic music)
(insects chirping)
(metal clanging)
- Come on.
(Ruth groans)
(metal thudding)
(tense pensive music)
(Ruth groans)
(water sloshing)
(train horn blowing)
(Ruth groans)
- Oh, I want to go home.
- You're out of control.
(Ruth chuckles)
- You didn't seem to mind last night.
Hmm. Oh, come on.
Come on. It's over.
You fucked up.
- No, it's not over.
For one, you're drunk, and
two, we're still in the cave.
- [Ruth] Ooh, spooky.
- But now it's
a much darker and deeper
cave than it was last night.
- All right, I'll admit it.
In India, I was influenced by
processes beyond my control.
Ta-da. Happy?
Hmm?
Are you?
What about you?
- You're playing with me, Ruth.
- What do you like about me?
Do you like my personality, or
do you like my breasts best?
- All right, Ruth. Right
now I like your breasts.
It's just the way it is.
You can't stop me from having
sexual thoughts about you.
- Oh, yeah? What do you think?
What are your thoughts?
- They're private.
(Ruth laughs)
- Well, not the other night.
- How was it for you?
- A bit revolting.
- You bitch.
(Ruth chuckles)
- Okay, it was, it was
interesting, historically.
Oh, babe.
- [PJ] Listen to me.
- Come, babe.
- Listen to me!
I had sex with you
because you begged me to.
(Ruth chortles)
Now you think it's funny
to insult me, then I think
you're a cruel and stupid young woman.
Yeah, you laugh.
- What about you kiss me?
- Really?
- Yeah, see if I can teach you.
- I know how to do it.
- I don't think so.
Not so I like it.
Close your eyes.
Now, gently.
And don't open your mouth too wide.
Take my pants off. Slowly.
(gentle pensive music)
(lips smacking)
No, no, no, no.
Kiss around it.
Gently.
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth panting)
(Ruth moaning)
(Ruth moaning)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth moaning)
(airplane whooshing)
- Four, five, six, seven, eight.
- Get off there.
- Nine.
(group chattering)
- Robbie Baron.
- Carol.
- You're from LA?
- Not originally,
but PJ and I live there now.
- Where, originally?
- Houston. Robbie, how is your sister?
- Good. Oh, we got plastered last night.
John had to cart her home.
(water pattering)
(tap squeaking)
(birds singing)
- Could we talk somewhere?
- Yeah, here.
- Did you disconnect the phone?
- Yes. I decided against incoming calls.
- Great.
- I was going to call you.
- When?
- When I'd finished.
- Are you finished?
- Yes.
Pretty much.
She's still floating a bit, but...
Yeah, pretty much, yeah.
Look, I was here alone, yeah.
I had enough to worry about
without having to think about
who was getting the fuckin' phone, yeah.
- Don't go chewing your stuff off at me.
You're incredible.
I can't believe what I'm seeing in here.
She's on the couch,
naked. What's going on?
Are you fucking her, for instance?
I'm taking you home.
(horn honks)
- No!
(Carol shudders)
- (sighs) You could damage this girl.
- Oh, come on, Carol. I know all that.
It's working. Honestly.
(horn honks)
- What if I tell her parents?
- There's nothing to tell.
Give me a couple of days.
- No. No.
- I swear to you-
- You've lost it.
You've lost it.
- I swear to you everything's fine.
- (claps) Oh, Jesus.
One more day.
One more day.
(fly buzzing)
(hands rubbing)
(footsteps pattering)
- Hmm, what is that? A nose?
You can have it back.
- That was nice meeting your girlfriend.
She wanted to smack your ass.
I'm just lying there, acting
asleep, so she covers me up.
I felt like a baby.
- Well, you are a little baby,
aren't you?
- You should be sleeping
with big mummies your own age.
You wouldn't have to stick
all that dye and shit
in your hair.
- Man hater.
Look. I'm here, okay?
- No!
- All right!
Okay. Do your worst.
I'm gonna lie down, and I wanna hear it.
Your absolute worst.
You do what you do best.
- Okay, Tampax tool.
(PJ laughs)
I'm gonna give it you right up your ass.
- Hmm?
- All this man hating shit
for a start.
Oh, she criticized me.
I'll call her a man hater.
I know what you want from me.
You just want a youthful
pussy transfusion.
Preferably one you can take
home to show the men folks
what a beautiful post you got to piss on.
- What? No.
- Mr. Jeans Pressed Cowboy Boots.
Is that a uniform for individuals, is it?
I want a young man.
- No.
Your physical superiority
makes you unkind.
- Yeah? And that's the whole
reason we're talking intimate.
As in old salivating slob
seeks slim young thing-
- Okay.
- No, I haven't finished.
Seeks slim young thing for
stimulating conversation.
Excuse me, dear. Let's fuck. (grunting)
- Keep going.
Go on.
- Oh, do you know what you need?
You need the same age, fun-loving woman.
I've got just the girl for you.
(objects clattering)
(Ruth laughs)
(gentle pensive music)
(PJ chuckles)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(Ruth humming)
(gentle pensive music continues)
You look lovely.
Hmm. Sexy.
I bet you bake great cakes.
- Stop it.
- You old lezzo.
God.
Getting a bit, getting a bit aggressive.
Now, come on, ducks. We
can't have you half-dressed.
Let's get your trousers off,
and then we'll see how irresistible
you are.
- Fuck you, Ruth.
- No, you fuck yourself.
But you wouldn't, would you?
- I was young once too, and handsome.
You'd have been impressed.
- I wasn't born!
I won, didn't I?
I'm on top, aren't I? I'm the winner!
- Yes, you're the winner.
- Yes, yes, yes!
Yes, yes! (laughs)
So, what are you?
- A dirty old man.
- (laughs) Oh, this is so much fun.
I wish my friends were here.
Then we could really laugh.
So, tell me what I am.
(marker scraping)
(marker scrawling)
(scoffs) Be kind?
So what? You don't think I'm kind.
Oh, God.
Now I feel sick.
Why didn't you just write cruel?
- Hey, come on.
- No, you're right.
Be kind. That's the whole point.
Thank you. I'm very grateful.
That's it, isn't it?
The only thing.
The Dalai Lama said it, kindness.
Do you know what I'm really scared of?
- What?
- Don't tell anyone.
- No.
- Despite all my strong feelings,
I'm heartless.
- I'm hoping you're
heartless enough to abuse me
for your own sick pleasure.
- Oh, it's not a joke.
No one can be close to me. (sobbing)
(gentle pensive music)
Do you even like me?
(Ruth sniffles)
(gentle pensive music continues)
(animals bleating)
(toy clicking)
(child imitating gun shots)
(Tim groans)
(child imitating gun shots)
(Tim groans)
- She was starkers when I took Carol.
- Who was?
- Ruth.
She was lying naked on the couch.
He was in the shower like
he'd just been goin' at her.
Takin' off the franger.
I don't think Mum's paying him to...
- Yeah, very likely not, you big dick.
Did you tell mum?
- No, no one.
I thought we could go down.
(books thudding)
(bags rustling)
- What are you doin'?
(bags rustling)
(footsteps pattering)
(Ruth sighs)
(belt clanging)
- [Ruth] It's over.
- No, it's not.
Ruth...
- Look.
It's all wrong. I'm
ashamed I tortured you.
It's all defilement.
- I liked it.
I think we should be together.
- Look, no. No.
I'm lost. I'm completely lost.
(gentle pensive music)
- We're holding hands. We're,
we're sticking together.
(gentle pensive music continues)
Wh- why don't we get married?
Why don't you marry me?
Be my bride.
- No.
No.
- Yes!
- No! No!
(PJ grunts)
Don't!
Don't! You're mad.
Let me go! (gasping)
Get off me! (sobbing)
Stop it!
Stop it!
(PJ groaning)
Stop.
Leave me alone!
You're hurting me!
- Stop!
(punch thudding)
(gentle pensive music)
(Ruth groaning)
- Oh, shit.
(panting) Oh, shit.
Shit. Oh, shit.
(animals bleating)
(PJ panting)
- Now, if she was naked,
okay, it's her own affair.
Hey, look. It's your car.
It's him. See?
Robbie, pull up.
- No. I'll ram him.
He's dead meat.
(gravel crunching)
(engine revving)
- Have you seen Ruth?
- No.
Where is she?
- Has he got lipstick
on his face?
- I was hoping you might know.
She's not at the homestead?
- No.
No, she isn't. So what happened?
- What's happened is that she's taken off,
and we'd better get everyone
out to look for her.
I'm trying the tavern.
- What do you want us to do?
- You stay at the hut.
- [Robbie] The hut.
- She might return there.
- I'll come with you.
- No. No, it's not necessary.
- It's okay. I'd like to come.
(door slams)
(engine revving)
(sighs) I hope she's
been behaving herself.
You know, young girls can be big teasers.
I should know. (laughs)
(vehicle rumbling)
Have you ever wondered
where the dead birds go?
I mean, when they die,
(vehicle knocking)
do they just
(bright gentle music)
drop out of the sky?
(vehicle knocking)
Actually, I feel very sorry for Ruth.
Because I've been thinking about it,
and I don't think there's
anything out there.
Just a big, dark nothing.
All we really have is each other.
(vehicle pounding)
(bright gentle music)
Stop. Stop!
(vehicle knocking)
Stop the car! Oh, my
God, I know where she is!
This is so dangerous. Ruth, it's Yvonne.
I don't care who you believe
in, you, you've gone too far.
You could have killed
yourself in this heat.
Underneath the mistletoe last night
(engine purring)
He didn't seem
- [Ruth] Help me.
- Oh, okay.
Down the stairs to have a peep
(Ruth groaning)
- [PJ] Ruth.
- No!
- It's all right, Ruth.
- (gasps) No!
- Ruth!
(Yvonne clamoring)
Saw mommy kissing Santa
- No, wait! I'm not in yet.
No! Ruth, no!
(engine revving)
Last night
No!
(engine revving)
What a laugh it would have been
- We could go to India!
- No! (screaming)
- Come on, stop! I'm sorry.
Kissin' Santa Claus last night
- [Ruth] Get away!
(vehicle clanging)
I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
- No, no, please.
(PJ grunting)
- We'll see Baba. He can help us.
Yeah, yeah. Why not?
You and me at the ashram.
I love you!
(Ruth sobbing)
I love you.
(wind whooshing)
(Ruth panting)
I love you! You, you and I at the ashram.
- [Child] Bang, bang.
- Yeah, y- yes. All right.
- [Child] Bang, bang.
- Okay, thank you. Bye.
- [Child] Grandma, bang bang.
- Stan says to stay calm.
He's frankly a little worried
that they've left the hut.
- (claps) What a genius.
Do you know what could happen, Miriam?
- Sh- she could be lost?
- She could be found.
Found wandering the effing
highway by the police,
who will come here to arrest us all.
- Why aren't we checking
the roads? It's a good idea.
- Bill-Bill?
- [Gilbert] We'll get Robbie and Tim.
- I think we should say
"The Lord's Prayer."
(door thudding)
(group chattering)
This is such a mess.
Our Father-
- [Both] Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
- Oh God, is the valley of death in this?
- No, it's the daily bread.
- Oh, I don't even-
Our Father
- Know the words. He won't listen.
Which art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth
As it is in heaven
(wind whooshing)
(footsteps pattering)
(body thudding)
(PJ groans)
(PJ gasping)
(wind whooshing)
(bright upbeat music)
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la la
It's not the way you smile
That touched my heart
(PJ whimpering)
Sha la la la la
It's not the way you kiss
That tears me apart
Oh many many nights roll by
I sit alone at home and cry
Over you
What can I do
I can't help myself
When baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Baby it's you
Sha la la la la
'Cause, baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Baby it's you
Sha la la la la
Don't leave me alone
Sha la la la la
Come on home
Sha la la la la
(wind whooshing)
(footsteps pattering)
(PJ gasping)
- Oh, God.
(wind whooshing)
(PJ gasping)
(wind whooshing)
I just can't believe we all trusted him.
I mean, he so disappointed me.
Oh, God, Ruth. Poor you.
- And we'll make him pay.
- Yeah, we'll sue the
prick into the gutter.
- Yeah, use Dave Caughley.
He's bloody good.
- Yeah, he's good.
- Oh, God, he looked shocking.
Looked like the emus had been
at him. Serves him right.
Served him big time.
(gentle sanguine music)
Sweetheart the sun has set
- Let's take Ruth to the
doctor because her nose
is bleeding.
- Doctor first.
- Okay.
- Robbie, can you just stop the car?
Blood stained on an ageless sky
Wipe your tears and
let the salt stains dry
Let them all run dry
- Can you let me out, please?
(gentle sanguine music continues)
All run dry
(engine revving)
For time will catch us in both hands
To blow away like grains
Of sand
Ashes to ashes
Rust to dust
This is what
Becomes of us
(gentle sanguine music continues)
(vocalist improvising)
(group chattering)
(animals bleating)
- [Ruth] Dear PJ,
my dad finally did run
off with his secretary.
(children playing)
So, mum came back to India with me,
and we're working at the Animal Help
and Suffering in Jaipur.
(horn beeping)
I'm still chasing the truth.
I've read the complete Bhagavad Gita.
(crowd chattering)
(dog barking)
Oh, I've got a boyfriend. (laughs)
He's a little jealous of you.
(Miriam laughs)
I don't know why I love you.
But I do,
(animals bleating)
from afar.
Something...
- [Miriam] Shut the gate,
darling.
- [Ruth] Something really did
happen, didn't it?
Ruth.
(infant crying)
(rain pattering)
- [PJ] Dear Ruth, thank you.
It was good to get your card and news.
What about this?
(infant crying)
Carol and I are the
proud parents of twins.
She's forgiven me, patched me up,
chewed me out, nursed me.
- Oh, honey, come on.
- [PJ] I'm writing a novel, my second.
It's about a man who
meets his avenging angel.
Ha.
(rain pattering)
Could you really love me? I'm amazed.
Even if it is from far, far
away, I wear it like a blessing.
About the something, yes.
Didn't you notice it just about killed me?
Yours any time,
don't tell Carol, PJ.
(bright uplifting music)
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma
Maya
Mayi ma mayi ma
Mayi ma
Maya mayi
Maya mayi ma
Maya
Maya mayi ma
Mayi ma
(vocalists improvising)
(bright uplifting music continues)
(tense pensive music)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)
(tense pensive music continues)