Transplants.
This is Leo, Bettys friend.
Could you put her through?
No, she went to a seminar.
- In Madrid or out of town?
- In Madrid.
At the Hotel Escuela.
- As usual.
- Yes.
Shell be back tonight.
- Can I take a message for her?
- No, thanks.
Did your son care for the
problems of the society?
I dont know..
Well, he wanted to be a
conscentious objector
He hated violence,
intolerance and war, li
machine guns. The height of 1917
aircraft design, built for the sole purpose of blasting German planes
out of the skies.
SUPER "FRANCE 1917"
JACK DRISCOLL and his buddy, MATT HAMON are flying two of the CAMELS at
the rear of the formation. An UPTIGHT BRIT - McKECKNIE, is flying along
side them. Hes as JUMPY AS HELL, scanning the skies for enemy planes.
MATT looks around furtively. None of the oth
machine up here.
- I know that.
I never know whats going
to come out:
three oranges
or two lemons and a banana.
Anyway, its not midnight yet,
and we dont open till tomorrow.
- Youre holding the receiver.
- Right.
"Squire, Squire, Hackham
and...hold on!" and noises off.
Squire, Squire, Hackham... Hold on!
Hanging up the phone.
Put your feet up for two minutes
and they come running after you.
- Hol
TRANSPLANTATION
"IS UNSURPASSED
AND WILL PROBABLY MAKE MY NAME
LIVE BEYOND ETERNITY."
NO, THATS ALL RIGHT.
TAKE OUT THE "PROBABLY."
IT MAKES ME SOUND
WISHY-WASHY.
YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME,
YOU IMPOTENT PRUNE!
OHH! [GROANS]
[CAT SCREECHES]
[RRREOW]
MY RENOIR!
ILL KILL YOU!
I GET SO EXCITED
WHEN YOU GET ANGRY.
IT MAKES ME FEEL
SO MUCH CLOSER
TO THE READING
OF THE WILL.
YOU WONT GET A PENNY.
I CHA
Machines Beeping ]
[ Man Thinking ]
So, this is deaths waiting room.
These ridiculous tubes.
These needles swelling my arms.
What am I doing
in this pre-corpse club?
What do I have to
do with them?
I dont know when
anything began anymore...
or when its gonna end.
Who will be the first
to lose his life?
He, in the coma?
Or me?
[ Buzzing ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Paper Crinkling ]
[ C