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hwp "Close your eyes...
and look at me...
Lock the door,
and youll be free...
Dreams can be reality...
If you live
your dream with me.
Wave goodbye
to what you are...
What you want
is not so far...
Life is short..."
There you are.
Come on, Izzy, lets go.
Theyre waiting for us.
J ust a second.
I cant go on with my
dick hanging out, can I?
Izzy!
Come on!
Nancy!
God wants it this way, Nancy!
Were going to burn
in hell, Nancy!
You, me...
and God!
All of us together!
You belong to me, not him...
Not to anyone but me!
"My father was an
architect, a good and righteous man...
My mother is an acrobat,
and I do the best I can..."
Hey pretty one.
Hey, Pierre.
I was wondering, if...
Oh, he made it?
Im glad.
Yeah, he made it.
But the article says
hell probably never play again.
A one-lunged saxophonist
with a broken hand.
Doesnt sound
too hopeful, does it?
- Did you ever hear him play?
- Nah, Im not too big on jazz...
Give me Chuck Berry any day.
I hear its good.
They says theres a big run
on Katmandus last CD.
- Well thats good.
- Good?
Id call it pretty ironic.
The guy plays for years,
nobodys ever heard of him.
Then he gets shot,
his career is ruined,
suddenly hes a big success.
Well, at least hes alive.
I mean, you cant do anything
unless youre alive.
Celia, werent you going
to say something?
Oh, I completely forgot.
I have an audition next Tuesday...
and I was hoping that I could
work dinner instead of lunch.
Arrange it with Bob or Helen.
If theyre not willing
to switch, the answers no.
If they are, no problem.
Okay.
Fair enough.
Whats the part?
Its a shampoo commercial.
Are you the before or after?
Probably neither.
I dont think Ill get it.
Of course you will.
Its in the bag.
Not enough hair.
Youre alive...
Dont you ever forget that.
Youre alive.
When you get out of here youll
be in reasonably good physical shape.
It might take you a while
to figure out your next move,
but you start with life.
And life is a beautiful
thing, Mr. Maurer.
No, its not.
Life is life,
and its only beautiful
if you make it beautiful.
I wish I could say
Ive done that, but I cant.
The only beautiful thing
Ive ever done is play music.
If I cant have that,
I might as well be dead.
Am I making myself clear?
Id rather have lost both my legs
or both of my eyes than my left lung.
A lung equals breath.
Breath equals music.
M usic equals life.
Without music,
I have no life.
You talk like someone
who feels hes been punished.
Well, maybe I am.
A madman fires a bullet into my body,
and justice is finally done.
Izzy...
Its Dave again.
Come on, man,
dont do this to me.
We gotta talk.
You hear me?
Dont be a schmuck, Izzy.
J ust remember who
your friends are, okay?
Leave a message,
and Ill get back to you.
Izzy...
Pick up the damn phone.
Its Hannah, for Chrissakes.
Remember me?
We used to be married.
Back in the old days...
When knights were brave
and chicks were bold,
and bullets werent invented.
Give me a call, Maurer,
I want to know how youre doing.
Hi, Izzy.
Hey... Izzy?
Howre you doing?
Bobby Perez.
I did sound at your
Summer Stage gig last year.
We were all
rooting for you, Izzy.
Im really glad
you pulled through.
Thanks, Billy.
Im doing much better now.
I think Im a lot younger than I was
the last time you saw me.
Wow.
Yeah, yeah, probably.
I see what you mean.
And I forgot to put
my watch on today.
See? No watch.
I consider that progress,
real progress.
Oh...
Its you.
You dont pick up your phone,
so I figured Id pay you a visit.
You look nice in those pants.
Dont even think about it, chum.
It just brings back
memories, thats all.
