Monkey Warfare (2006) Movie Script
1
I'm not sure I totally get it.
What's to get?
It's time to reflect.
Let us then raise a glass
and reflect upon
this fine, expensive repast
on the last 15 years and
everything we've done
to make the world a better place.
Is that an example of sarcasm?
Not entirely.
It is an expensive meal.
I'm volunteering again.
Everything you do jeopardizes me.
Jeopardizes us.
Is there paperwork involved?
You have to register or something?
I'm not an idiot.
I'm stuffing envelopes
and licking stamps.
It could be anyone.
Fine, then. Good.
Why don't you join, um
a knitting circle? Why
don't you join a book club?
Why don't you join
an asshole club?
I thought we were
supposed to be celebrating.
Not celebrating- commemorating.
Commemorating.
Let's get back
to the toast, then.
I don't know what to toast.
We never killed anyone.
And we haven't killed each other.
Let's drink to not killing, then.
Oh, whoa.
Ah, aren't you cute?
Horrifying.
How much do you think it's worth?
Ah
it's anatomically correct.
These dolls with male
genitalia are pretty rare.
I think we can get
a couple hundred.
Wow. Good eye.
Well, it's, uh
weirdest shit we've had
in the last 15 years, eh?
I'm gonna go to bed.
See you tomorrow.
Yeah, Rod.
I'm looking for Rod.
Wh where's Rod?
What do you need Rod for?
I'm, uh looking for
some green beans.
Rod's out of business.
You'll have to buy your
vegetables somewhere else.
Baby stuff- skip it.
Probably wanted an
arm and leg for this crap,
but we should
check it out anyway.
Here's one for you - records and stuff.
You take these
and I'll hit the rest.
Rod was busted.
How do you know?
I phoned him,
someone else answered.
Sounded like a cop.
Don't use that phone again.
No kidding.
How much dope do we have left?
How much for this?
That's my liquor cabinet.
A lot of good memories
in that piece of furniture.
What's a memory worth?
You can have it for 40.
- Twenty.
- Thirty.
Sold.
Here's half.
You take that and
I'll I'll come back for it.
Cool.
- Do you want those naked women?
- What?
Those playing cards,
are you gonna buy them?
Yeah, I think I will.
Doesn't that make
you feel strange?
What, it's not like I'm
looking at pictures of my mom.
Do you think that's what
your mom looked like naked?
Don't want you to
think I'm a pervert.
I don't.
Thanks.
Uh 50 cents.
Cool.
Dan!
Get the baby carriage.
If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button
You can kiss your ass
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye You can kiss your ass
Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
They're talking about
They're talking about
Nuclear war Nuclear war
Four-twenty. Garbage will
be hitting the street soon.
What's that smell?
Did you get pot?
Just a pinner I made
from some roaches.
There's that bike again.
They're piling beer
bottles in its basket now.
Well, it's only been
there a couple weeks.
That's long enough.
What do you want?
I'm not gonna jack it
in the middle of the day.
Well, get it at night, then!
Hey.
Hi.
What's up with the
garbage picking?
People throw
stuff out, I sell it.
So you're a parasite feeding off
the carrion of consumer culture.
Exactly.
Tax-free! Fuck the
system, fuck the Man.
- I fuck the Man.
- You fuck the Man?
I sell trees.
Why should I pay taxes,
have more roads
paved for fucking cars?
Help America fight their oil war.
Political. Cute.
I'm not cute.
Trees-what does that mean? Is that
young-person code for something?
Why don't you come
with me and find out?
- Uh
- Too busy garbage picking?
Try this. It's B.C. organic.
Really?
Mm. Yes, it is.
People need good dope
to get through modern life.
It's true.
Scavenging through garbage
can get pretty monotonous at times.
I suppose looking at naked
women helps break the monotony.
I could've made good
money off those naked women.
Objects carry meaning.
What's trash for one
person is income for me
and something more sacred
for whoever cherishes it.
We all have keepsakes.
I'm not talking
about sentimentality,
I'm talking about history.
The collective consciousness.
Take you and those nudie
playing cards from the '50s.
They are beautiful girls,
you're a beautiful girl.
Perhaps you identify with them.
Perhaps.
For whatever reason, I
could see that these cards
were an object of far more
importance to you than to me.
To me, it was just
about making money.
I'd have a very different
argument if you were rich.
But, uh, by the looks of your
bike, I would say you're not.
I sell dope.
Can you hook me up right now?
No.
I don't carry the shit on me.
Once I got fined, and another
time, I lost half an ounce.
So what do we do? Do I call you?
No.
You give me your
number and I call you.
I don't have a phone.
- No phone.
- I use payphones.
Hard as fuck.
Take this sample.
Ahem. Hundred bucks a quarter.
Exclusive. How do I get more?
Parkdale is my 'hood.
I'm sure you can find me.
Ah!
Fuck.
Where have you been?
- Oh, uh
- Argh!
Fuck it. We gotta move.
Ah, fuck!
- It's gone!
- What?
A beautiful wooden
desk with, like, fine lines.
I think it was a
Heywood Wakefield.
We could've gotten $500 for it.
Okay, okay! I found someone
who can get us weed.
It's from B.C.
Memories.
Who'd you get it from?
Someone on the street.
Jesus.
How do you know they're not heat?
She's, uh, in her early twenties.
She's not that kind of heat.
Nice bike.
Do you, uh, wanna
go for a coffee?
Let's go.
I wanna be one of
your handpicked clients.
Okay
Here's the deal. I
go back to my place
and pick up a quarter-ounce.
It's what you want, right?
Whatever 80 bucks will get me.
That's 100, fucker.
Oh, capitalists
ride bicycles now.
On the contrary,
I insist on sharing a
joint with all my clients.
Okay, well, let's
meet in the park.
No, I'm not gonna smoke a joint
when I'm carrying a
quarter-ounce of B.C. organic.
Laws are stiffer for this shit.
So what do we do?
Uh, go back to your place?
We can't do that.
My, uh, roommate doesn't want
strangers to come to the house.
Who's a stranger?
We shared a joint.
I don't think my roommate
would see it that way.
Well those are the rules.
Do you want the weed?
One of us is gonna have
to trust the other one.
I want the weed.
Well, then
you've got a lot of old stuff.
Yeah, my roommate's got the eye.
You gonna sell this thing?
Yeah, I'm still working on it,
but we should be able
to get 100 bucks for it
when I'm finished.
Enough to cover the "trees."
There's something to
this garbage picking.
Scavenging.
Yeah, well, we've
been doing it for a while.
So what's this stuff for?
Well, uh, it might
look like easy money,
but believe me, it is not.
And sometimes in
winter I have to get a job.
Day labour, you know?
Only good thing is our rent hasn't
gone up since we've been here.
We're kind of a low
priority for our landlord.
You better not touch that.
I wouldn't want my roommate
to know anybody was here.
Sorry.
Yeah, well, I gotta
be very careful.
Linda's very particular
about her things.
Her room, for instance,
I'm not allowed to enter.
So, uh, where do you
wanna smoke this joint?
Uh, well,
let's go to my room.
Ah, it's so great you can
come in and help us, Linda.
I really need help raising
money for the organization.
So how's it going?
Ah, it's going.
Yeah, I know it's kind of
a drag stuffing envelopes.
But you kind of have to reach
deeper for your motivation.
I used to sit at
home and watch TV
and I'd flip past those charity
ads for suffering children-
"For the price of a latte a day,
you can save a life
and adopt a foster kid."
So I gave up lattes.
Little Juanita from
Ecuador died anyway.
Do you have any children, Linda?
No.
Well, they're a
great inspiration.
I had one to replace Juanita.
The room.
Make yourself at home.
Aren't you a little old
to be playing with toys?
Uh I collect them.
I'm fascinated by the ones
that reinforce society's
Judeo-Christian
military-industrial values.
These are the toys that indoctrinated
a generation of children.
Traffic and commerce
are normalized.
The aggression of our culture
is made benign and acceptable.
Technology will
solve all our problems.
A supreme being
blesses our actions.
And you weren't indoctrinated?
Sure I was. I had
to free my mind.
How?
Weed.
Books, music.
This hippie shit you're playing?
Okay, this is not hippie shit.
Jeez, I thought
all girls liked Leonard Cohen.
Who are these cats?
This here is the MC5.
The official band of
the White Panthers.
Who were the White Panthers?
Group of white kids
that modelled themselves
after the Black Panthers.
- Who were the Black Panthers?
Uh, okay. Bobby
Seale, Huey Newton
Yeah.
You don't know
the Black Panthers.
Okay, the Black
Panthers were a radical,
political group from the '60s.
Black.
Put it on.
I'd love to drop the
needle on this one for you,
but unfortunately, it is
a mint original pressing.
It's too valuable and I
don't have a play copy.
How about this? Is this
too precious for you?
It is precious, but maybe
for you, I'll make an exception.
Thank you.
What's with the
chicks and the guns?
Early '70s
radical chic.
Trying to be urban
guerillas, I guess.
- Urban guerillas?
- Once upon a time,
there were groups of
kids with guns and bombs
who wanted to
overturn the government,
scare the shit out of them.
The vice-president
of the United States
tried to have this album banned.
Well, then, we should
definitely listen to it.
Can you dig it?
It's good.
They're building bombs
While our schools are fallin'
Tell me what in the hell
we're paying taxes for
Well why don't we all
Stop paying taxes - Mmm
Now why don't we
all stop paying taxes
There's a hidden history
within these grooves
and I've managed to
salvage a small corner
of that history from the garbage.
What are these?
More hidden history?
Um
they were hidden until
you pulled them down.
These are just more
stuff I collect-first editions.
Who's she?
Bernadine Dohrn,
the first female urban guerilla
to make the FBI top-10 list.
Crazy eyes.
Julie Bellmas, Canada's own,
helped bomb a factory
outside of Toronto
that was making parts
for nuclear weapons.
She looks so young.
She is your age.
Ulrike Meinhof-
German revolutionary,
mother of two.
Cool shades.
So who are these guys?
This is the Baader-Meinhof gang.
Actually, they called
themselves the Red Army Faction,
but Baader-Meinhof had
more brand-name recognition.
German revolutionaries
from the '70s,
the authorities
called them terrorists.
Started that whole
trend for terrorism.
I'm sure you've heard
of it- it's very big now.
So can I borrow this?
Uh
you wanna, uh
take it away?
- Uh
- I could just read it here.
All right, you can take it.
But please be careful.
I will be careful.
There's something on my mind
Yeah
So I wouldn't mind meeting again
in a couple weeks-
4:20 at the Beatnik?
I'll bring another quarter.
All right.
I'm glad we met.
Yeah me, too.
Oh, no, they're not worth as
much if you break up the set.
I don't care about that.
It's my signature.
Hmm
What
No
Who
I don't know
Yeah
Why do guys like girls like that
That's what she asked me
I don't know
Why do guys like girls like that
I shrugged my shoulders
You know
Why do girls like guys like that
She said
I don't know
Yeah maybe it's chemistry
Oh yeah
Yeah maybe psychology
Oh no
Yeah maybe it's a magazine
Oh yeah
Yeah you know
Some kind of
preprogrammed fantasy
They look so young
They act so numb
They look so bad
They think they're rad
What are they on
Where are they from
That's what I want to know
Where are they coming from
They look so dumb
This is Jason.
Oh. Isn't he a
cute little white boy.
I know, he's white
and he's privileged.
Jason won a lottery.
He should be covered in
tumours like the kids of San Carlos.
Are you married, Linda?
Uh, no not
according to the state.
You have a partner.
Um "partner" is a good
way to describe him.
You're living with a man?
Uh, well
"existing" might
be a better term.
Wanna have a kid with him?
No.
I had an abortion once.
That was close.
I'm really sorry.
It must've been so hard.
No.
It wasn't.
Dan!
Oh, whoa.
Ugh!
- My pedal.
- What?
I banged it on some asshole's
SUV when he sideswiped me.
I was feeling the Meinhof.
Uh-huh.
Crank arm's cracked.
You're gonna have
to get a new one.
Well, come on. Come on.
I think I can help you.
So what goes on down here?
Well, we get bikes
once in a while
and I tinker with
them, fix them up.
You'd be amazed at the prices these
rich assholes are prepared to pay.
You know, they get
a whim and they say,
"I need a retro-hip bike,"
and their personal
assistant's too busy kissing ass
to drive around and find one,
so he emails a friend,
the friend emails a friend,
six emails later, they got me.
You just found all this stuff?
I, uh, found, bought
You can get most of
this stuff for pretty cheap.
Most people don't have
use for a busted frame.
I do.
Think you got my part?
I think this one
this one will do.
It's not exactly perfectly
matched star-wise.
Do you care?
Nope. As long as it runs.
I could, uh
fix this bike up a bit.
No, I like it beat up.
It's less likely to
get stolen that way.
So did you see your,
uh your girl today?
My girl?
Yeah, your girl.
How'd she get a
hold of B.C. organic?
She's not my girl.
I don't have a girl.
What is her name?
Susan.
What is this Susan like?
She's like anyone her age.
She's young and
energetic and curious.
All the things we're not.
So how was Rivers of Resistance?
Oh, it doesn't feel like
much of a resistance.
It's an organization that exists
to alleviate one woman's
middle-class guilt,
and I don't mean me.
- What's this woman like?
- She's fine.
She's a new mom.
She likes to talk about kids.
- Kids?
- Yeah.
Kids. Young people.
Like Susan.
So how does she
get a hold of this pot?
Guess what?
She's from Calgary.
Really?
Yeah, she split there a couple
years ago to go to the coast.
Don't worry, I played
dumb about Vancouver.
She tried the hippie
Commercial Drive thing at first,
but couldn't get into that
flaky West Coast vibe,
or the rain,
so she hooked up
with some pot-growers,
bought a pound of dope,
drove it out to Toronto
and now she's the T.O.
contact for the growers.
They hire someone to drive
the shit out to her and she sells it.
Genius.
So what does she know about us?
What do you mean?
Well, you seem to
know a lot about her.
Well, she's someone who
likes to talk about herself.
Where do you guys meet?
- Beatnik.
- Beatnik.
They wouldn't let
you buy dope there.
Well, we don't do
it out in the open.
Where do you go, then?
We go down to the basement.
What I do in the
basement is my business.
Well, she knows where we live.
Well, I haven't let her upstairs.
Well, I'm sure that's
just a matter of time.
So you won't be upset
when the inevitable happens.
Saturday afternoon
What a day for a riot
I'll meet you out on the street
You know you really should try it
Do I seem out of my mind
That's what the teachers all said
It's 1970 now
Flower power is dead
Flower power is dead
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
This meeting is important.
What I do is important.
I'm talking about my
job here, not your hobby.
Huh! You can't just
dump Jason off here.
Ah, hello.
Are you gonna
save the world, too?
Huh?
I can't take care of Jason
while I'm playing basketball.
Don't play basketball, then.
This is not about basketball!
Like I said a million times,
this is about a promotion!
Okay, fine. I'll take
him, but you owe me.
Give me the keys to the minivan.
No, I need it.
- What?
- How am I supposed--
You dump Jason off here,
you can't take the minivan.
How am I supposed
to get to the gym?
That's the rule.
Whoever takes Jason
gets the minivan.
Screw the rules!
If I get this promotion, I
can afford to buy another car.
I don't want another
car! That's not my point.
Then what the hell is your point?
Stop yelling.
- You're yelling!
- This is yelling!
Sorry I'm late. My
bike got wrecked.
Why? What happened?
Ah, nothing. I was
just riding recklessly.
I banged it up.
Recklessly.
Be careful.
We can do something about that.
Let's go.
Okay.
You like this bike?
You can't
you can't steal someone's bike.
It'll encourage
people to start driving.
You can't steal this bike.
Easy, Miss Righteous. This
bike has been abandoned.
It's been here for weeks.
I've been watching.
People are using it as a
garbage can. You see?
Yeah, I see that.
People who don't
care about their bikes
don't lock them properly.
Stand back.
The Bicycle Liberation
Organization, BLO.
Is this a BLO job?
How's that?
I think it's a little high.
Your feet should just
be touching the ground.
Here.
Try that.
Oh yeah, that feels good.
Feels good?
Uh-huh.
BLO action
complete!
How can I ever
thank you, comrade?
What the fuck?
Uh
this is Susan.
This is Linda.
My roommate.
Hey.
You look familiar.
I think I've see you around.
Do you make a lot of
deliveries in this area?
None.
I don't wanna be known as
the neighbourhood dope dealer.
I have customers
all over the city.
Why did you approach Dan?
Was it because he was
wearing his fancy blue jacket?
What brings you home
early today, Linda?
Let's just say that I hate kids.
I brought your books back.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, the books.
What the hell? These books
were in pristine condition.
I read them.
What good is hidden history if
you're not gonna learn about it?
They're not worth half as
much when they're damaged.
Your hidden history
is for capitalist gain?
I thought these books were
about fighting the system.
When you fight the system,
you can't exactly count
on the system to take care
of you when you're older.
These are my retirement plan.
Be careful with history.
Sorry.
You make me feel
like a chastised child.
Do you feel like an
overbearing father, Dan?
Bike sure looks familiar.
She needed a bike.
Next year she's
gonna need braces.
Do we pay for that too?
Whoa.
Second Fugs album.
This has "Kill for Peace" on it.
I bet Susan would
love to hear this.
How often did she come over?
Oh, don't worry.
She just comes over when
you're out being a volunteer.
Well, you're gonna have
to figure out some other way
of getting her alone, then.
What, you're quitting?
Ah, I can't stand
that place anymore.
Well, just because a
woman brings her baby in,
that's no reason to quit.
You believe in the cause,
you know, you gotta put up with some
minor inconveniences at the workplace.
Now you're supportive? When
you wanna fuck some chick?
I don't wanna fuck Susan.
Oh, sure, it's just talk.
Yes, it is, as a matter of fact.
What do you guys talk about?
A lot of things.
Like groups. Like, uh, The Fugs.
Country Joe and the
Fish. Stiff Little Fingers-
And groups like the
Red Army Faction,
the Vancouver Five?
She has a healthy curiosity.
Mm-hmm. I just hope she's not
planning on dropping by all the time.
Whoa-oh.
- Whoa, hey.
- Hey.
Hey. Hi.
Hi.
I, uh
I got a new shipment
in and I just
I felt bad about what happened
the other day with the books-
Hey, hey, guilt is a
construct of the ruling class
to suppress the masses.
Pay no attention to it.
You, uh, wanna drop
by, listen to this album?
It's, uh, from the
'60s. It's political.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Uh, if that's okay
with you, Linda.
Sure.
Kill Kill
Kill for peace
Kill kill kill for peace
Forty years later,
they're still killing,
and we ain't got peace.
It's, uh
not the mono
original, unfortunately.
I'm sure I don't care.
So what's the deal
with this new batch?
Oh, you know how the growers
are always futzing with the strains.
It's, uh, it's
all-natural, though.
It hasn't been
genetically modified.
Could I see?
Dan said you had the eye.
I can make something look
worth buying to a rich asshole.
Ahem. It's not much of a talent.
Can I see more?
There might be, uh
something on the memory card.
I don't like to keep a
record of stuff we sell.
You don't archive your work?
This isn't art, it's commerce.
I dunno - these are
pretty impressive.
It could be art.
I prefer to recycle art,
not make more of it.
What do you mean?
I collect postcards
and photos and stuff.
Can I see them?
Sure.
They're upstairs.
People just throw this
stuff away by the truckload.
I'm convinced the
vintage-photo market will be huge.
Why keep these ones?
Something about the people,
their hair, their style,
private jokes they're sharing,
intrigues me.
These people have
become so familiar, they
they comfort me.
So are any of these real photos?
They're all real.
No, I mean, like,
are any of them your real family?
Maybe.
You ask about my philosophy baby
Yeah
So if all of these
pictures are real,
then how come
there aren't any pictures of Dan?
Why would I have
a picture of Dan?
Do most people have
pictures of their roommate?
I just thought maybe
you guys were
closer than roommates.
No, no, we're
we're just roommates.
Anyway,
how close can two
people really be?
Should we sit here and
have a good cry about it?
If we were hippies, maybe.
Kill the hippies!
Smash the patriarchy.
Off the pigs.
First we'll kill the pigs
and then we'll eat dinner
in the same room with them.
Everything okay up there?!
We're talking!
Talking?!
Yeah! Talk!
Fucking idiot!
That really is a
nasty-looking gash, Susan.
Ah, it's nothing. You
should see the car.
Here's this, uh
bike I've had my eye on.
Great.
Linda?
Here, try it.
Give a man a fish,
he eats for a day;
Give a man a
rod, he eats for life.
Is that from the Bible?
It's about men and
their rods, isn't it?
Oh, the chain's broken.
Go, go, go.
Get on. We'll roll you home.
What?
- Up here!
- Ah!!
Whoo!
That last bike was pretty nice.
We could've
we could've gotten
something for it.
How'd it get wrecked?
I'm a little
aggressive, you know.
I have to learn how
to be more defensive.
Yeah, I don't think so.
What really happened?
You really wanna know?
What are we waiting for?
Wouldn't it be great
if there were
revolutionary groups today?
Yeah. I hope they make
buttons that I can collect.
Have you always
been such a cynic?
Ever since I stopped
believing in Santa Claus, God
And what do you believe in?
Nothing.
I'm an agnostic morally,
politically, financially and sexually.
Just looking for a little peace.
What's going on?
You'll see.
Whoo-hoo!!!
Paint it good. Art
as a real threat.
What the fuck!
You coming in?
Who were those guys?
I don't know. They had masks on.
Oh, come on.
Ahem.
We call it the Spoke Club
because we ride bikes.
It's a cell structure.
I learned about it in one
of those books you lent me.
And you're the ringleader.
There are no hierarchies, Dan.
You're a big part of this, too.
Why? Because I gave you some
books when I was flirting with you?
Is that all it is?
Ah ah ah
Pow pow
Right on Pow
All right all right
Ow
I want no part of this.
I need your help.
My help for what?
We damage a lot of
bikes. That's our signature.
You know where the
abandoned bikes are.
You know how to
fix the ones we ride.
I'll trade you weed
in exchange for your help.
Although you really
should do it for the cause.
What cause?
We're gonna drop a
Molotov cocktail on an SUV
in the middle of a
busy intersection.
Do you even know how
to make a Molotov cocktail?
No.
I was hoping you'd
lend me a book on it.
No, like Look, there,
there's the other one.
The little boy.
- Oh, that's cute.
- Ah, yeah.
- Aren't those things tacky?
- Yeah, they're adorable.
Five bucks?
Each?
Uh, for both?
Sold.
What about this stuff here?
I'm not gonna sell that.
I need that.
- Oh, it's not part of the set.
- What about that? That's nice.
Jesus, four grand.
I told you.
Oh, good
Good eye.
We could go on vacation,
like normal people.
Well, we can't get on
a plane or rent a car.
We could get on a
bus. They take cash.
- And take that bus where?
- Fuck, I don't know.
I can go by myself,
leave you alone with Susan.
Well, I'm not sure I wanna
be left alone with her.
What?
I'm a little worried about Susan.
Why?
Well, she started her
own urban-guerilla group.
They call themselves
the Spoke Club.
They swarm SUVs
with their bicycles.
Swarm?
They wreck them.
They trash the shit out of them.
I saw it happen.
You're kidding, right?
You shouldn't have
given her those books.
They're books. I didn't
think it would lead to this.
This is just asking for trouble.
Well, should we
stop buying from her?
No. This dope is too good.
We have way too
much at risk here.
We need to sit her
down and have a talk.
Uh
let's sit down and talk.
What's wrong?
I just
wanna talk to you alone.
Um
Linda and I
aren't exactly roommates.
We've been together
for a long time.
- Uh-huh.
- Um
I don't know what we are exactly,
but I do have feelings for her
that have lain dormant
inside me for a long time.
And, uh, you have
awakened those feelings
from a deep slumber.
What are you trying to say, dork?
Well, what I'm trying to
say is very delicate. Ahem.
Just say it.
I
feel affection for you,
um
but I don't wanna act on it,
because I still have
feelings for Linda.
Why are you being so serious?
Because you kissed me
and, uh we made out,
uh, kind of, in the basement.
I kissed you
because I wanted
you to join the cause.
Dan and I need to talk to
you about something, Susan.
Dan already talked.
What's your problem?
Dan told me that you'd
been involved with
wrecking SUVs?
Dan can't keep a secret.
Do you wanna talk
about this, Susan?
No, I'd rather wreck more SUVs.
We can't be involved
in any criminal activities.
Revolutionary activities.
There's a difference between
a criminal and a revolutionary.
Not to the Man, there isn't.
That's why I don't
think we can see you
if these activities continue.
Is this a goddamn intervention?
No.
But I am concerned.
The world is going to shits
and you think that I'm
acting out some sort
of psychoanalytic compulsion.
How does wrecking
SUVs help the world?
That's the difference
between your generation
and my generation.
My generation. What
are you talking about?
Your generation
wants to help the world,
my generation thinks
the world is fucked.
When I was your age, I
thought the end was nigh.
It didn't come.
It doesn't mean that it won't.
Uh what the hell's that?
- It's the doorbell.
- Nobody uses the door.
Somebody's at the goddamn door.
- Linda, get the door.
- No, you get the door.
- Linda, get the door!
- No, I'm talking to Susan.
Stop talking to her
and get the door.
Get the goddamn door.
Get up and get the door.
- No, you get the goddamn door.
- I'll get the door.
No, no, no!
Ted?
Ted, what are you doing here?
Hi, Dan. I would've called,
but I lost your number.
I need to let this guy in
to take a look at the place.
If that's okay.
Just a minute.
Uh
You wanna come in?
Yeah, we need to come in,
take a look at the place.
Okay.
- Thank you.
- Thanks, Dan.
Kitchen's back here.
You mind if I show
this guy the rooms?
Ah, it's really messy
in here. Are you?
I don't care about that. I
just wanna see the rooms.
Hello, girls.
Is this radical chic?
Long live Che, baby.
I don't I don't get it.
Ted, you haven't
by here in years.
You kept the place in nice shape.
I appreciate that.
Why are you doing this to us?
Look, Dan
the last thing I wanna
get involved with
is paperwork bank bullshit
but I'm getting old.
What did he say?
He wants to sell the house.
When?
I dunno. He doesn't
have a buyer yet.
Fuck. Why is he selling?!
The neighbourhood is taking off.
What are we gonna do?
You'll have to live in tents,
like the Palestinians.
You shut up, Susan.
This is real life going on here.
I'll tell you about real life.
Do you have idea how
much rent is this city?
You gonna have a garage sale?
What would I find, picking
through your garbage, Dan?
Beatnik Cafe, same
time, same place.
I'll bring a quarter.
Jesus. Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
So what are you guys
gonna do with your place?
What can we do?
The whole neighbourhood's
becoming gentrified.
We remain powerless before
the onslaught of the free market.
Wish there was
something we could do
about the housing crisis in
this fucking neighbourhood.
- Well, maybe there is.
- What?
We could firebomb a house.
If some of the houses in this
neighbourhood got firebombed,
then people would
be less eager to buy,
the area would
be less attractive,
house prices would drop,
rent would be cheaper,
you guys wouldn't have to move.
That's crazy, Susan.
An abandoned house- no
one would have to get hurt.
Are you guys ready
to make the leap
from theory into action?
What, are you afraid
to firebomb a house?
This has nothing to do with fear.
No, it has to do with will.
I don't care to have a philosophical
discussion with you right now.
Why not? Talk is easier
than action, isn't it?
I'm sure there's a mid-ground
between talk and firebombing.
Yes. You could teach me
how to make a Molotov cocktail.
What makes you think I know how?
What's been going on
between you two?
Nothing!
Oh, fuck, I can
figure it out for myself.
What am I gonna do anyways?
They're gonna firebomb a house
so that you guys can keep
your comfortable lifestyle?
This is a comfortable lifestyle?
You seem to have everything!
You think we've enjoyed picking
through garbage for 10 years?
We live like we're
in the Third World!
The Thi? Fuck,
don't tell me that you identify
as one of the oppressed!
We're certainly not living
the life of the oppressors!
That is just exactly
an excuse for apathy!
We're not apathetic.
You ride bikes and read
books about revolution!
How is that taking action?!
Wake up, you fucking posers!
What the fuck do
you know about us?
You think you know
what we've done?!
You know nothing!
You know nothing!
Maybe you should keep your mouth
shut about things you don't know.
You think we woke up one
day and decided to pick garbage
to save the world?!
We never used our heads?!
You think we never did shit?!
We never read these books?!
We're in those fucking books!!
Glad you've figured
out that the world is bad!
You're not the first!
We were doing actions
when you were sucking your
thumb on your daddy's knee!
Being a revolutionary means
more than destroying things!
Blowing up shit,
that's frat-boy stuff!
That's entertainment!
Do you even know what
you're working towards?!
When we did actions, we
were focused, organized,
we issued communiques
and put it in context,
which it is meaningless without!
You wanna off some pigs?!
- Blowing up SUVs, that's tough?
- You and your fucking beret!
You think that's hardcore?!
We broke into a car dealership
and set the whole thing on fire,
23 vehicles
with a can of gasoline
and three ignition units,
and that was a front-page story in
every fucking paper in the country!
I set a man on fire!
Yes, we did.
I did it! That's
what I fucking did!
Third-degree burns
on 80% of his body!
I may have disfigured
him for life! Tell her!
It was a protest
against the Gulf War and
and we didn't know that a
security guard was there, so...
he must've heard us
and came out to take a look.
It was my fault.
I should've
I should've thrown it
when he was inside.
But I got scared
and panicked.
Linda took the
bottle from my hand
and that was the end.
It was in Vancouver.
That's where we're from.
It happened 15 years ago.
I'll fuck fire
And I'll fuck rain
You can have my child
And get done or down
But the A-bombs are coming
Oh oh the A-bombs are coming
I'm worried about Susan.
She's an arrogant child.
I'm worried she's
gonna tell someone.
If she's serious about her
politics, she's not gonna rat on us.
She's not an informant.
What are we gonna do?
If we have to take a
lover, sleep together
that's what we'll do.
Let's get some sleep.
You're the kid's parents?
- Ahem. Uh, n-no.
- We're family.
She's my stupid,
rebellious niece.
Sign in here.
Okay, just be aware that I will be
in the room while you talk to her.
Okay.
Should've taught me how
to make a Molotov cocktail.
I fought
In the old revolution
On the side of the ghost
And the king
Of course I was very young
And I thought
that we were winning
I can't pretend
I still feel very much
like singing
As they carry the bodies away
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray
Lately you've started to stutter
As though you had nothing to say
To all of my architects
Let me be traitor
Now let me say
I myself gave the order
To sleep and to search
and to destroy
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray
Yes you who are broken by power
You who are absent all day
You who are kings
For the sake of
your children's story
The hand of your beggar
Is burdened down with money
The hand of your lover is clay
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray
I'm not sure I totally get it.
What's to get?
It's time to reflect.
Let us then raise a glass
and reflect upon
this fine, expensive repast
on the last 15 years and
everything we've done
to make the world a better place.
Is that an example of sarcasm?
Not entirely.
It is an expensive meal.
I'm volunteering again.
Everything you do jeopardizes me.
Jeopardizes us.
Is there paperwork involved?
You have to register or something?
I'm not an idiot.
I'm stuffing envelopes
and licking stamps.
It could be anyone.
Fine, then. Good.
Why don't you join, um
a knitting circle? Why
don't you join a book club?
Why don't you join
an asshole club?
I thought we were
supposed to be celebrating.
Not celebrating- commemorating.
Commemorating.
Let's get back
to the toast, then.
I don't know what to toast.
We never killed anyone.
And we haven't killed each other.
Let's drink to not killing, then.
Oh, whoa.
Ah, aren't you cute?
Horrifying.
How much do you think it's worth?
Ah
it's anatomically correct.
These dolls with male
genitalia are pretty rare.
I think we can get
a couple hundred.
Wow. Good eye.
Well, it's, uh
weirdest shit we've had
in the last 15 years, eh?
I'm gonna go to bed.
See you tomorrow.
Yeah, Rod.
I'm looking for Rod.
Wh where's Rod?
What do you need Rod for?
I'm, uh looking for
some green beans.
Rod's out of business.
You'll have to buy your
vegetables somewhere else.
Baby stuff- skip it.
Probably wanted an
arm and leg for this crap,
but we should
check it out anyway.
Here's one for you - records and stuff.
You take these
and I'll hit the rest.
Rod was busted.
How do you know?
I phoned him,
someone else answered.
Sounded like a cop.
Don't use that phone again.
No kidding.
How much dope do we have left?
How much for this?
That's my liquor cabinet.
A lot of good memories
in that piece of furniture.
What's a memory worth?
You can have it for 40.
- Twenty.
- Thirty.
Sold.
Here's half.
You take that and
I'll I'll come back for it.
Cool.
- Do you want those naked women?
- What?
Those playing cards,
are you gonna buy them?
Yeah, I think I will.
Doesn't that make
you feel strange?
What, it's not like I'm
looking at pictures of my mom.
Do you think that's what
your mom looked like naked?
Don't want you to
think I'm a pervert.
I don't.
Thanks.
Uh 50 cents.
Cool.
Dan!
Get the baby carriage.
If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button
You can kiss your ass
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye You can kiss your ass
Goodbye Goodbye
Goodbye Goodbye
They're talking about
They're talking about
Nuclear war Nuclear war
Four-twenty. Garbage will
be hitting the street soon.
What's that smell?
Did you get pot?
Just a pinner I made
from some roaches.
There's that bike again.
They're piling beer
bottles in its basket now.
Well, it's only been
there a couple weeks.
That's long enough.
What do you want?
I'm not gonna jack it
in the middle of the day.
Well, get it at night, then!
Hey.
Hi.
What's up with the
garbage picking?
People throw
stuff out, I sell it.
So you're a parasite feeding off
the carrion of consumer culture.
Exactly.
Tax-free! Fuck the
system, fuck the Man.
- I fuck the Man.
- You fuck the Man?
I sell trees.
Why should I pay taxes,
have more roads
paved for fucking cars?
Help America fight their oil war.
Political. Cute.
I'm not cute.
Trees-what does that mean? Is that
young-person code for something?
Why don't you come
with me and find out?
- Uh
- Too busy garbage picking?
Try this. It's B.C. organic.
Really?
Mm. Yes, it is.
People need good dope
to get through modern life.
It's true.
Scavenging through garbage
can get pretty monotonous at times.
I suppose looking at naked
women helps break the monotony.
I could've made good
money off those naked women.
Objects carry meaning.
What's trash for one
person is income for me
and something more sacred
for whoever cherishes it.
We all have keepsakes.
I'm not talking
about sentimentality,
I'm talking about history.
The collective consciousness.
Take you and those nudie
playing cards from the '50s.
They are beautiful girls,
you're a beautiful girl.
Perhaps you identify with them.
Perhaps.
For whatever reason, I
could see that these cards
were an object of far more
importance to you than to me.
To me, it was just
about making money.
I'd have a very different
argument if you were rich.
But, uh, by the looks of your
bike, I would say you're not.
I sell dope.
Can you hook me up right now?
No.
I don't carry the shit on me.
Once I got fined, and another
time, I lost half an ounce.
So what do we do? Do I call you?
No.
You give me your
number and I call you.
I don't have a phone.
- No phone.
- I use payphones.
Hard as fuck.
Take this sample.
Ahem. Hundred bucks a quarter.
Exclusive. How do I get more?
Parkdale is my 'hood.
I'm sure you can find me.
Ah!
Fuck.
Where have you been?
- Oh, uh
- Argh!
Fuck it. We gotta move.
Ah, fuck!
- It's gone!
- What?
A beautiful wooden
desk with, like, fine lines.
I think it was a
Heywood Wakefield.
We could've gotten $500 for it.
Okay, okay! I found someone
who can get us weed.
It's from B.C.
Memories.
Who'd you get it from?
Someone on the street.
Jesus.
How do you know they're not heat?
She's, uh, in her early twenties.
She's not that kind of heat.
Nice bike.
Do you, uh, wanna
go for a coffee?
Let's go.
I wanna be one of
your handpicked clients.
Okay
Here's the deal. I
go back to my place
and pick up a quarter-ounce.
It's what you want, right?
Whatever 80 bucks will get me.
That's 100, fucker.
Oh, capitalists
ride bicycles now.
On the contrary,
I insist on sharing a
joint with all my clients.
Okay, well, let's
meet in the park.
No, I'm not gonna smoke a joint
when I'm carrying a
quarter-ounce of B.C. organic.
Laws are stiffer for this shit.
So what do we do?
Uh, go back to your place?
We can't do that.
My, uh, roommate doesn't want
strangers to come to the house.
Who's a stranger?
We shared a joint.
I don't think my roommate
would see it that way.
Well those are the rules.
Do you want the weed?
One of us is gonna have
to trust the other one.
I want the weed.
Well, then
you've got a lot of old stuff.
Yeah, my roommate's got the eye.
You gonna sell this thing?
Yeah, I'm still working on it,
but we should be able
to get 100 bucks for it
when I'm finished.
Enough to cover the "trees."
There's something to
this garbage picking.
Scavenging.
Yeah, well, we've
been doing it for a while.
So what's this stuff for?
Well, uh, it might
look like easy money,
but believe me, it is not.
And sometimes in
winter I have to get a job.
Day labour, you know?
Only good thing is our rent hasn't
gone up since we've been here.
We're kind of a low
priority for our landlord.
You better not touch that.
I wouldn't want my roommate
to know anybody was here.
Sorry.
Yeah, well, I gotta
be very careful.
Linda's very particular
about her things.
Her room, for instance,
I'm not allowed to enter.
So, uh, where do you
wanna smoke this joint?
Uh, well,
let's go to my room.
Ah, it's so great you can
come in and help us, Linda.
I really need help raising
money for the organization.
So how's it going?
Ah, it's going.
Yeah, I know it's kind of
a drag stuffing envelopes.
But you kind of have to reach
deeper for your motivation.
I used to sit at
home and watch TV
and I'd flip past those charity
ads for suffering children-
"For the price of a latte a day,
you can save a life
and adopt a foster kid."
So I gave up lattes.
Little Juanita from
Ecuador died anyway.
Do you have any children, Linda?
No.
Well, they're a
great inspiration.
I had one to replace Juanita.
The room.
Make yourself at home.
Aren't you a little old
to be playing with toys?
Uh I collect them.
I'm fascinated by the ones
that reinforce society's
Judeo-Christian
military-industrial values.
These are the toys that indoctrinated
a generation of children.
Traffic and commerce
are normalized.
The aggression of our culture
is made benign and acceptable.
Technology will
solve all our problems.
A supreme being
blesses our actions.
And you weren't indoctrinated?
Sure I was. I had
to free my mind.
How?
Weed.
Books, music.
This hippie shit you're playing?
Okay, this is not hippie shit.
Jeez, I thought
all girls liked Leonard Cohen.
Who are these cats?
This here is the MC5.
The official band of
the White Panthers.
Who were the White Panthers?
Group of white kids
that modelled themselves
after the Black Panthers.
- Who were the Black Panthers?
Uh, okay. Bobby
Seale, Huey Newton
Yeah.
You don't know
the Black Panthers.
Okay, the Black
Panthers were a radical,
political group from the '60s.
Black.
Put it on.
I'd love to drop the
needle on this one for you,
but unfortunately, it is
a mint original pressing.
It's too valuable and I
don't have a play copy.
How about this? Is this
too precious for you?
It is precious, but maybe
for you, I'll make an exception.
Thank you.
What's with the
chicks and the guns?
Early '70s
radical chic.
Trying to be urban
guerillas, I guess.
- Urban guerillas?
- Once upon a time,
there were groups of
kids with guns and bombs
who wanted to
overturn the government,
scare the shit out of them.
The vice-president
of the United States
tried to have this album banned.
Well, then, we should
definitely listen to it.
Can you dig it?
It's good.
They're building bombs
While our schools are fallin'
Tell me what in the hell
we're paying taxes for
Well why don't we all
Stop paying taxes - Mmm
Now why don't we
all stop paying taxes
There's a hidden history
within these grooves
and I've managed to
salvage a small corner
of that history from the garbage.
What are these?
More hidden history?
Um
they were hidden until
you pulled them down.
These are just more
stuff I collect-first editions.
Who's she?
Bernadine Dohrn,
the first female urban guerilla
to make the FBI top-10 list.
Crazy eyes.
Julie Bellmas, Canada's own,
helped bomb a factory
outside of Toronto
that was making parts
for nuclear weapons.
She looks so young.
She is your age.
Ulrike Meinhof-
German revolutionary,
mother of two.
Cool shades.
So who are these guys?
This is the Baader-Meinhof gang.
Actually, they called
themselves the Red Army Faction,
but Baader-Meinhof had
more brand-name recognition.
German revolutionaries
from the '70s,
the authorities
called them terrorists.
Started that whole
trend for terrorism.
I'm sure you've heard
of it- it's very big now.
So can I borrow this?
Uh
you wanna, uh
take it away?
- Uh
- I could just read it here.
All right, you can take it.
But please be careful.
I will be careful.
There's something on my mind
Yeah
So I wouldn't mind meeting again
in a couple weeks-
4:20 at the Beatnik?
I'll bring another quarter.
All right.
I'm glad we met.
Yeah me, too.
Oh, no, they're not worth as
much if you break up the set.
I don't care about that.
It's my signature.
Hmm
What
No
Who
I don't know
Yeah
Why do guys like girls like that
That's what she asked me
I don't know
Why do guys like girls like that
I shrugged my shoulders
You know
Why do girls like guys like that
She said
I don't know
Yeah maybe it's chemistry
Oh yeah
Yeah maybe psychology
Oh no
Yeah maybe it's a magazine
Oh yeah
Yeah you know
Some kind of
preprogrammed fantasy
They look so young
They act so numb
They look so bad
They think they're rad
What are they on
Where are they from
That's what I want to know
Where are they coming from
They look so dumb
This is Jason.
Oh. Isn't he a
cute little white boy.
I know, he's white
and he's privileged.
Jason won a lottery.
He should be covered in
tumours like the kids of San Carlos.
Are you married, Linda?
Uh, no not
according to the state.
You have a partner.
Um "partner" is a good
way to describe him.
You're living with a man?
Uh, well
"existing" might
be a better term.
Wanna have a kid with him?
No.
I had an abortion once.
That was close.
I'm really sorry.
It must've been so hard.
No.
It wasn't.
Dan!
Oh, whoa.
Ugh!
- My pedal.
- What?
I banged it on some asshole's
SUV when he sideswiped me.
I was feeling the Meinhof.
Uh-huh.
Crank arm's cracked.
You're gonna have
to get a new one.
Well, come on. Come on.
I think I can help you.
So what goes on down here?
Well, we get bikes
once in a while
and I tinker with
them, fix them up.
You'd be amazed at the prices these
rich assholes are prepared to pay.
You know, they get
a whim and they say,
"I need a retro-hip bike,"
and their personal
assistant's too busy kissing ass
to drive around and find one,
so he emails a friend,
the friend emails a friend,
six emails later, they got me.
You just found all this stuff?
I, uh, found, bought
You can get most of
this stuff for pretty cheap.
Most people don't have
use for a busted frame.
I do.
Think you got my part?
I think this one
this one will do.
It's not exactly perfectly
matched star-wise.
Do you care?
Nope. As long as it runs.
I could, uh
fix this bike up a bit.
No, I like it beat up.
It's less likely to
get stolen that way.
So did you see your,
uh your girl today?
My girl?
Yeah, your girl.
How'd she get a
hold of B.C. organic?
She's not my girl.
I don't have a girl.
What is her name?
Susan.
What is this Susan like?
She's like anyone her age.
She's young and
energetic and curious.
All the things we're not.
So how was Rivers of Resistance?
Oh, it doesn't feel like
much of a resistance.
It's an organization that exists
to alleviate one woman's
middle-class guilt,
and I don't mean me.
- What's this woman like?
- She's fine.
She's a new mom.
She likes to talk about kids.
- Kids?
- Yeah.
Kids. Young people.
Like Susan.
So how does she
get a hold of this pot?
Guess what?
She's from Calgary.
Really?
Yeah, she split there a couple
years ago to go to the coast.
Don't worry, I played
dumb about Vancouver.
She tried the hippie
Commercial Drive thing at first,
but couldn't get into that
flaky West Coast vibe,
or the rain,
so she hooked up
with some pot-growers,
bought a pound of dope,
drove it out to Toronto
and now she's the T.O.
contact for the growers.
They hire someone to drive
the shit out to her and she sells it.
Genius.
So what does she know about us?
What do you mean?
Well, you seem to
know a lot about her.
Well, she's someone who
likes to talk about herself.
Where do you guys meet?
- Beatnik.
- Beatnik.
They wouldn't let
you buy dope there.
Well, we don't do
it out in the open.
Where do you go, then?
We go down to the basement.
What I do in the
basement is my business.
Well, she knows where we live.
Well, I haven't let her upstairs.
Well, I'm sure that's
just a matter of time.
So you won't be upset
when the inevitable happens.
Saturday afternoon
What a day for a riot
I'll meet you out on the street
You know you really should try it
Do I seem out of my mind
That's what the teachers all said
It's 1970 now
Flower power is dead
Flower power is dead
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon
This meeting is important.
What I do is important.
I'm talking about my
job here, not your hobby.
Huh! You can't just
dump Jason off here.
Ah, hello.
Are you gonna
save the world, too?
Huh?
I can't take care of Jason
while I'm playing basketball.
Don't play basketball, then.
This is not about basketball!
Like I said a million times,
this is about a promotion!
Okay, fine. I'll take
him, but you owe me.
Give me the keys to the minivan.
No, I need it.
- What?
- How am I supposed--
You dump Jason off here,
you can't take the minivan.
How am I supposed
to get to the gym?
That's the rule.
Whoever takes Jason
gets the minivan.
Screw the rules!
If I get this promotion, I
can afford to buy another car.
I don't want another
car! That's not my point.
Then what the hell is your point?
Stop yelling.
- You're yelling!
- This is yelling!
Sorry I'm late. My
bike got wrecked.
Why? What happened?
Ah, nothing. I was
just riding recklessly.
I banged it up.
Recklessly.
Be careful.
We can do something about that.
Let's go.
Okay.
You like this bike?
You can't
you can't steal someone's bike.
It'll encourage
people to start driving.
You can't steal this bike.
Easy, Miss Righteous. This
bike has been abandoned.
It's been here for weeks.
I've been watching.
People are using it as a
garbage can. You see?
Yeah, I see that.
People who don't
care about their bikes
don't lock them properly.
Stand back.
The Bicycle Liberation
Organization, BLO.
Is this a BLO job?
How's that?
I think it's a little high.
Your feet should just
be touching the ground.
Here.
Try that.
Oh yeah, that feels good.
Feels good?
Uh-huh.
BLO action
complete!
How can I ever
thank you, comrade?
What the fuck?
Uh
this is Susan.
This is Linda.
My roommate.
Hey.
You look familiar.
I think I've see you around.
Do you make a lot of
deliveries in this area?
None.
I don't wanna be known as
the neighbourhood dope dealer.
I have customers
all over the city.
Why did you approach Dan?
Was it because he was
wearing his fancy blue jacket?
What brings you home
early today, Linda?
Let's just say that I hate kids.
I brought your books back.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, the books.
What the hell? These books
were in pristine condition.
I read them.
What good is hidden history if
you're not gonna learn about it?
They're not worth half as
much when they're damaged.
Your hidden history
is for capitalist gain?
I thought these books were
about fighting the system.
When you fight the system,
you can't exactly count
on the system to take care
of you when you're older.
These are my retirement plan.
Be careful with history.
Sorry.
You make me feel
like a chastised child.
Do you feel like an
overbearing father, Dan?
Bike sure looks familiar.
She needed a bike.
Next year she's
gonna need braces.
Do we pay for that too?
Whoa.
Second Fugs album.
This has "Kill for Peace" on it.
I bet Susan would
love to hear this.
How often did she come over?
Oh, don't worry.
She just comes over when
you're out being a volunteer.
Well, you're gonna have
to figure out some other way
of getting her alone, then.
What, you're quitting?
Ah, I can't stand
that place anymore.
Well, just because a
woman brings her baby in,
that's no reason to quit.
You believe in the cause,
you know, you gotta put up with some
minor inconveniences at the workplace.
Now you're supportive? When
you wanna fuck some chick?
I don't wanna fuck Susan.
Oh, sure, it's just talk.
Yes, it is, as a matter of fact.
What do you guys talk about?
A lot of things.
Like groups. Like, uh, The Fugs.
Country Joe and the
Fish. Stiff Little Fingers-
And groups like the
Red Army Faction,
the Vancouver Five?
She has a healthy curiosity.
Mm-hmm. I just hope she's not
planning on dropping by all the time.
Whoa-oh.
- Whoa, hey.
- Hey.
Hey. Hi.
Hi.
I, uh
I got a new shipment
in and I just
I felt bad about what happened
the other day with the books-
Hey, hey, guilt is a
construct of the ruling class
to suppress the masses.
Pay no attention to it.
You, uh, wanna drop
by, listen to this album?
It's, uh, from the
'60s. It's political.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Uh, if that's okay
with you, Linda.
Sure.
Kill Kill
Kill for peace
Kill kill kill for peace
Forty years later,
they're still killing,
and we ain't got peace.
It's, uh
not the mono
original, unfortunately.
I'm sure I don't care.
So what's the deal
with this new batch?
Oh, you know how the growers
are always futzing with the strains.
It's, uh, it's
all-natural, though.
It hasn't been
genetically modified.
Could I see?
Dan said you had the eye.
I can make something look
worth buying to a rich asshole.
Ahem. It's not much of a talent.
Can I see more?
There might be, uh
something on the memory card.
I don't like to keep a
record of stuff we sell.
You don't archive your work?
This isn't art, it's commerce.
I dunno - these are
pretty impressive.
It could be art.
I prefer to recycle art,
not make more of it.
What do you mean?
I collect postcards
and photos and stuff.
Can I see them?
Sure.
They're upstairs.
People just throw this
stuff away by the truckload.
I'm convinced the
vintage-photo market will be huge.
Why keep these ones?
Something about the people,
their hair, their style,
private jokes they're sharing,
intrigues me.
These people have
become so familiar, they
they comfort me.
So are any of these real photos?
They're all real.
No, I mean, like,
are any of them your real family?
Maybe.
You ask about my philosophy baby
Yeah
So if all of these
pictures are real,
then how come
there aren't any pictures of Dan?
Why would I have
a picture of Dan?
Do most people have
pictures of their roommate?
I just thought maybe
you guys were
closer than roommates.
No, no, we're
we're just roommates.
Anyway,
how close can two
people really be?
Should we sit here and
have a good cry about it?
If we were hippies, maybe.
Kill the hippies!
Smash the patriarchy.
Off the pigs.
First we'll kill the pigs
and then we'll eat dinner
in the same room with them.
Everything okay up there?!
We're talking!
Talking?!
Yeah! Talk!
Fucking idiot!
That really is a
nasty-looking gash, Susan.
Ah, it's nothing. You
should see the car.
Here's this, uh
bike I've had my eye on.
Great.
Linda?
Here, try it.
Give a man a fish,
he eats for a day;
Give a man a
rod, he eats for life.
Is that from the Bible?
It's about men and
their rods, isn't it?
Oh, the chain's broken.
Go, go, go.
Get on. We'll roll you home.
What?
- Up here!
- Ah!!
Whoo!
That last bike was pretty nice.
We could've
we could've gotten
something for it.
How'd it get wrecked?
I'm a little
aggressive, you know.
I have to learn how
to be more defensive.
Yeah, I don't think so.
What really happened?
You really wanna know?
What are we waiting for?
Wouldn't it be great
if there were
revolutionary groups today?
Yeah. I hope they make
buttons that I can collect.
Have you always
been such a cynic?
Ever since I stopped
believing in Santa Claus, God
And what do you believe in?
Nothing.
I'm an agnostic morally,
politically, financially and sexually.
Just looking for a little peace.
What's going on?
You'll see.
Whoo-hoo!!!
Paint it good. Art
as a real threat.
What the fuck!
You coming in?
Who were those guys?
I don't know. They had masks on.
Oh, come on.
Ahem.
We call it the Spoke Club
because we ride bikes.
It's a cell structure.
I learned about it in one
of those books you lent me.
And you're the ringleader.
There are no hierarchies, Dan.
You're a big part of this, too.
Why? Because I gave you some
books when I was flirting with you?
Is that all it is?
Ah ah ah
Pow pow
Right on Pow
All right all right
Ow
I want no part of this.
I need your help.
My help for what?
We damage a lot of
bikes. That's our signature.
You know where the
abandoned bikes are.
You know how to
fix the ones we ride.
I'll trade you weed
in exchange for your help.
Although you really
should do it for the cause.
What cause?
We're gonna drop a
Molotov cocktail on an SUV
in the middle of a
busy intersection.
Do you even know how
to make a Molotov cocktail?
No.
I was hoping you'd
lend me a book on it.
No, like Look, there,
there's the other one.
The little boy.
- Oh, that's cute.
- Ah, yeah.
- Aren't those things tacky?
- Yeah, they're adorable.
Five bucks?
Each?
Uh, for both?
Sold.
What about this stuff here?
I'm not gonna sell that.
I need that.
- Oh, it's not part of the set.
- What about that? That's nice.
Jesus, four grand.
I told you.
Oh, good
Good eye.
We could go on vacation,
like normal people.
Well, we can't get on
a plane or rent a car.
We could get on a
bus. They take cash.
- And take that bus where?
- Fuck, I don't know.
I can go by myself,
leave you alone with Susan.
Well, I'm not sure I wanna
be left alone with her.
What?
I'm a little worried about Susan.
Why?
Well, she started her
own urban-guerilla group.
They call themselves
the Spoke Club.
They swarm SUVs
with their bicycles.
Swarm?
They wreck them.
They trash the shit out of them.
I saw it happen.
You're kidding, right?
You shouldn't have
given her those books.
They're books. I didn't
think it would lead to this.
This is just asking for trouble.
Well, should we
stop buying from her?
No. This dope is too good.
We have way too
much at risk here.
We need to sit her
down and have a talk.
Uh
let's sit down and talk.
What's wrong?
I just
wanna talk to you alone.
Um
Linda and I
aren't exactly roommates.
We've been together
for a long time.
- Uh-huh.
- Um
I don't know what we are exactly,
but I do have feelings for her
that have lain dormant
inside me for a long time.
And, uh, you have
awakened those feelings
from a deep slumber.
What are you trying to say, dork?
Well, what I'm trying to
say is very delicate. Ahem.
Just say it.
I
feel affection for you,
um
but I don't wanna act on it,
because I still have
feelings for Linda.
Why are you being so serious?
Because you kissed me
and, uh we made out,
uh, kind of, in the basement.
I kissed you
because I wanted
you to join the cause.
Dan and I need to talk to
you about something, Susan.
Dan already talked.
What's your problem?
Dan told me that you'd
been involved with
wrecking SUVs?
Dan can't keep a secret.
Do you wanna talk
about this, Susan?
No, I'd rather wreck more SUVs.
We can't be involved
in any criminal activities.
Revolutionary activities.
There's a difference between
a criminal and a revolutionary.
Not to the Man, there isn't.
That's why I don't
think we can see you
if these activities continue.
Is this a goddamn intervention?
No.
But I am concerned.
The world is going to shits
and you think that I'm
acting out some sort
of psychoanalytic compulsion.
How does wrecking
SUVs help the world?
That's the difference
between your generation
and my generation.
My generation. What
are you talking about?
Your generation
wants to help the world,
my generation thinks
the world is fucked.
When I was your age, I
thought the end was nigh.
It didn't come.
It doesn't mean that it won't.
Uh what the hell's that?
- It's the doorbell.
- Nobody uses the door.
Somebody's at the goddamn door.
- Linda, get the door.
- No, you get the door.
- Linda, get the door!
- No, I'm talking to Susan.
Stop talking to her
and get the door.
Get the goddamn door.
Get up and get the door.
- No, you get the goddamn door.
- I'll get the door.
No, no, no!
Ted?
Ted, what are you doing here?
Hi, Dan. I would've called,
but I lost your number.
I need to let this guy in
to take a look at the place.
If that's okay.
Just a minute.
Uh
You wanna come in?
Yeah, we need to come in,
take a look at the place.
Okay.
- Thank you.
- Thanks, Dan.
Kitchen's back here.
You mind if I show
this guy the rooms?
Ah, it's really messy
in here. Are you?
I don't care about that. I
just wanna see the rooms.
Hello, girls.
Is this radical chic?
Long live Che, baby.
I don't I don't get it.
Ted, you haven't
by here in years.
You kept the place in nice shape.
I appreciate that.
Why are you doing this to us?
Look, Dan
the last thing I wanna
get involved with
is paperwork bank bullshit
but I'm getting old.
What did he say?
He wants to sell the house.
When?
I dunno. He doesn't
have a buyer yet.
Fuck. Why is he selling?!
The neighbourhood is taking off.
What are we gonna do?
You'll have to live in tents,
like the Palestinians.
You shut up, Susan.
This is real life going on here.
I'll tell you about real life.
Do you have idea how
much rent is this city?
You gonna have a garage sale?
What would I find, picking
through your garbage, Dan?
Beatnik Cafe, same
time, same place.
I'll bring a quarter.
Jesus. Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
So what are you guys
gonna do with your place?
What can we do?
The whole neighbourhood's
becoming gentrified.
We remain powerless before
the onslaught of the free market.
Wish there was
something we could do
about the housing crisis in
this fucking neighbourhood.
- Well, maybe there is.
- What?
We could firebomb a house.
If some of the houses in this
neighbourhood got firebombed,
then people would
be less eager to buy,
the area would
be less attractive,
house prices would drop,
rent would be cheaper,
you guys wouldn't have to move.
That's crazy, Susan.
An abandoned house- no
one would have to get hurt.
Are you guys ready
to make the leap
from theory into action?
What, are you afraid
to firebomb a house?
This has nothing to do with fear.
No, it has to do with will.
I don't care to have a philosophical
discussion with you right now.
Why not? Talk is easier
than action, isn't it?
I'm sure there's a mid-ground
between talk and firebombing.
Yes. You could teach me
how to make a Molotov cocktail.
What makes you think I know how?
What's been going on
between you two?
Nothing!
Oh, fuck, I can
figure it out for myself.
What am I gonna do anyways?
They're gonna firebomb a house
so that you guys can keep
your comfortable lifestyle?
This is a comfortable lifestyle?
You seem to have everything!
You think we've enjoyed picking
through garbage for 10 years?
We live like we're
in the Third World!
The Thi? Fuck,
don't tell me that you identify
as one of the oppressed!
We're certainly not living
the life of the oppressors!
That is just exactly
an excuse for apathy!
We're not apathetic.
You ride bikes and read
books about revolution!
How is that taking action?!
Wake up, you fucking posers!
What the fuck do
you know about us?
You think you know
what we've done?!
You know nothing!
You know nothing!
Maybe you should keep your mouth
shut about things you don't know.
You think we woke up one
day and decided to pick garbage
to save the world?!
We never used our heads?!
You think we never did shit?!
We never read these books?!
We're in those fucking books!!
Glad you've figured
out that the world is bad!
You're not the first!
We were doing actions
when you were sucking your
thumb on your daddy's knee!
Being a revolutionary means
more than destroying things!
Blowing up shit,
that's frat-boy stuff!
That's entertainment!
Do you even know what
you're working towards?!
When we did actions, we
were focused, organized,
we issued communiques
and put it in context,
which it is meaningless without!
You wanna off some pigs?!
- Blowing up SUVs, that's tough?
- You and your fucking beret!
You think that's hardcore?!
We broke into a car dealership
and set the whole thing on fire,
23 vehicles
with a can of gasoline
and three ignition units,
and that was a front-page story in
every fucking paper in the country!
I set a man on fire!
Yes, we did.
I did it! That's
what I fucking did!
Third-degree burns
on 80% of his body!
I may have disfigured
him for life! Tell her!
It was a protest
against the Gulf War and
and we didn't know that a
security guard was there, so...
he must've heard us
and came out to take a look.
It was my fault.
I should've
I should've thrown it
when he was inside.
But I got scared
and panicked.
Linda took the
bottle from my hand
and that was the end.
It was in Vancouver.
That's where we're from.
It happened 15 years ago.
I'll fuck fire
And I'll fuck rain
You can have my child
And get done or down
But the A-bombs are coming
Oh oh the A-bombs are coming
I'm worried about Susan.
She's an arrogant child.
I'm worried she's
gonna tell someone.
If she's serious about her
politics, she's not gonna rat on us.
She's not an informant.
What are we gonna do?
If we have to take a
lover, sleep together
that's what we'll do.
Let's get some sleep.
You're the kid's parents?
- Ahem. Uh, n-no.
- We're family.
She's my stupid,
rebellious niece.
Sign in here.
Okay, just be aware that I will be
in the room while you talk to her.
Okay.
Should've taught me how
to make a Molotov cocktail.
I fought
In the old revolution
On the side of the ghost
And the king
Of course I was very young
And I thought
that we were winning
I can't pretend
I still feel very much
like singing
As they carry the bodies away
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray
Lately you've started to stutter
As though you had nothing to say
To all of my architects
Let me be traitor
Now let me say
I myself gave the order
To sleep and to search
and to destroy
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray
Yes you who are broken by power
You who are absent all day
You who are kings
For the sake of
your children's story
The hand of your beggar
Is burdened down with money
The hand of your lover is clay
Into this furnace
I ask you now to venture
You whom I cannot betray