분야
hwp "Good morning, Columbus."
My mothers eternal words, reminding
me America was already discovered,
and that day-dreaming
was a long way from lifes truths.
Why tell me the difference
between an apple and a bicycle?
If I bite a bicycle and ride an apple,
Ill know the difference.
But thinking about what to do made me
more tired than actually doing.
I remember my father said:
If you want to look at someones soul,
you have to look at their dreams.
Then youd have mercy for those
who swim in bigger shit than your own.
My name is Axel Blackmar, and I work
for the Department of Fish and Game.
Most people think I count fish,
but I dont.
I look at their souls, their dreams
and then I let them into my dreams.
People think fish are stupid, but they
arent. They know when to be quiet,
Its people that are stupid. Fish know
everything, and dont need to think.
See, fish start out in small streams,
then I prepare them for the ocean.
When theyre ready to die,
they return to where they came from.
Thats my connection,
thats why I swam away to the city.
Okay, heres my job:
All I do
is temporarily electrocute the fish,
then with deep respect, I scoop em
and haul em in, one by one...
Sometimes Ill look into fish eyes
and Ill see my whole life.
Its something only fish can show us,
and I love em for it.
I tag the fish, measure em and weigh
em, make sure theyre doing okay.
If they want to talk, I always listen.
Thats the job of a Fish God.
Ive never caught a fish in a lie,
and Ive never seen a fish
swim in the shit that human people do.
Thats why I love my work,
and I love New York.
Not because my mother said it was
a place with real magnetic pull,
but because you can see everybody,
and nobody can see you.
Hey, honey! How are you?
How was Istanbul?
Im looking for my girlfriend, Suzanne
Supak. I just spoke with her. Over.
I love you too, honey.
I miss you too, honey. Over.
Two more, please!
Pregnant? Wow! Over.
Listen, honey...
Alright, lets go.
- Have the abortion...
Im not going.
- Come on! Were running late!
I said Im not going.
You said youre not going?
- I said Im not going.
Im not going.
- Youre not going?
Are you going to go or no?
Are you gonna shoot me?
- Am I? - Youre going to kill me?
These things. I dont even...
Its a blank.
But I had you scared, right?
Let me feel.
You shit your pants.
"Take care of me"...
Im fuckin sick of it!
What?
Hes your uncle, for Chrissakes.
If he wants to see me,
why did he send you?
You know it wasnt his fault, right?
I dont blame him for anything, Paul.
I never said it was his fault.
Hes marrying,
and wants you as his best man.
You be his best man. - Why are you
like that? Youre killing him!
Alright, Axel! Axel, listen.
End of story! Over!
I love you too!
Im going to go back
and tell him I couldnt find you.
Really?
- Really. I have no choice.
Promise? - I promise.
What about a hug? No hug for me?
Axel, you smell like a scumbag!
Im a happy scumbag. I got a nice
truck, a great job. - But you smell.
Whatre you gonna have?
- Two beers. - Two beers, OK.
And a ginger ale.
- Two beers and...
Forget the ginger ale.
Two beers and two shots. - Blanche?
Two...
- Whos the boss?
I am. - He is. beers, shots.
- And a ginger ale.
beers, shots.
And a ginger ale. - Dont confuse her.
- A ginger ale please?
Anyway, Axel, I love you, but...
What? I love you too.
- Okay, well, you know... ginger ale.
Thats right. beers and shots.
- And a ginger ale.
" beers and shots." Whats that?
What? - That thing...
What thing?
- Like a funny accent or something.
What funny accent thing?
- " beers and shots." - What?
I dunno... like New York.
Funny New York accent, huh?
- Yeah.
Is De Niro funny? Is Pacino funny?
Is Rocky funny?
The great actors are all
from New York. - Sinatra?
Sinatras from Hoboken, New Jersey.
Now lets toast.
Alright? Its been three years, OK?
- Three years.
To three years.
- Three years.
Blanche, ginger ale.
Two shots.
We dont see each other years,
and you want ginger ale.
Thank you, Blanche. - Thanks for the
ginger ale. - Youre welcome, boys.
Gimme a hug.
Ill plug my nose.
Back to the dream.
The man gives the stomach balloon
to the little boy.
Pushes him out of the igloo.
While the kid is outside,
the two inside start, yknow...
Alright! Stop yelling,
were on Broadway. Show respect.
Therefore, I know youre all
dying for a piece of wedding cake...
So I will make this short and sweet.
Millie,
dear friends,
waiters and waitresses, Id like to
propose this wedding toast...
Leo!
- Not now, Millie.
Come on!
Hey! Dont fuck around!
Cut it out!
Dont be a jerk! Cut it out!
I got an audition coming up!
Youre lucky I dont kick your ass...
Cut it out! Axel!
You want me to come down?
- Come on down!
Stop shaking the ladder!
- Axel!
Im coming down!
- Leo!
My boy!
- Axel!
I cant believe it!
You got big on me!
You heard about the wedding?
- I did. Congratulations.
Id be proud if youd be my best man.
- I gotta get back to New York.
Sure... Larry, we have to make
Axel an appointment for a fitting.
Honestly, Leo,
