Days and Nights

Obsessions sometimes grab

hold of a man.

He may think, for example, days

and nights of nothing else but

the moon.

I have such a moon.

Days and nights, I'm held in the

grip of a memory.

It consumes me.

An idea for a story...

why, this country is a

shining city on a hill.

The strong... the strong, they

tell us, will inherit the land.

And I ask you now, ladies and

gentlemen, brothers and sisters,

for the good of all of us, for

the love of this great nation,

for the family of America, for

the love of god, please make

this nation remember how futures

are built.

Thank you and god bless you.

Last call for Harlem...

Fordham, Woodlawn, Wakefield,

Mt. Vernon, Fleetwood,

Rossville, white plains,

Valhalla, Mt. Pleasant,

concord, Pleasantville,

Mt. Kisco...

we're late.

...Bedford hills.

You're late.

Apologies.

Please, can't we drive?

We already fought about this.

You're too old for trains.

I like trains.

I'll buy you one.

Peter. Peter!

This is ridiculous.

Did you know that, in Korea,

jilted lovers commit suicide by

sealing themselves in a room

filled with lilies?

Apparently, the perfume is

toxic.

I wonder how many you'd need to

kill everyone on this train.

He liked trains because, on

them, couples rarely feel the

need to speak.

He might not have to hear the

reasons why her show got

canceled or defend himself for

not casting her in his next

film.

He wouldn't have to endure the

endless questions about her

brother's illness.

What could her doctor friend

tell her that she didn't

already suspect?

He might not have to discuss her

son's artistic anarchy or gossip

about the caretaker's daughter

and her marriage of necessity.

He'd meet all of them, soon

enough.

They were off to her country

house to celebrate her brother's

birthday.

It was memorial day weekend,

1984.

I feel like meryl in

"Silkwood."

where is she?

Oh, god.

Brace yourself.

Where is she?

No one here.

Oh, oh.

No one here.

Oh, my god!

I didn't recognize you.

Oh!

Oh! oh!

Stop. Stop.

Johan, peter. Peter, Johan.

Okay, Johan.

Hi.

Mass transit.

The witch's tit must have froze

over.

It's hell.

What?

Hell must... n-never mind.

What? And?

And everything's coming up

cats and dogs.

Here. Smell these.

Oh.

Breathe deep.

Mm.

Oh, the hell froze over.

Thinks he owns the place.

Where's the wagon?

I had things to do.

Why is there a gun in the

car?

It's a rifle.

I tagged a bull on the way in.

You know, it shoots darts.

Johan!

What? Sorry.

That's how we medicate now these

days.

Gentle.

Like foot rot, blackleg,

cancer eye, foot and mouth,

lumpy jaw, warts, wood tongue...

it's what's for dinner.

Don't think about it.

Sorry.

Johan!

This is very expensive luggage.

Pain in the neck.

Get it?

I pay him.

Well, hardly.

After you.

I don't know how Mary puts up

with him.

Ohh, it stinks in here.

Sorry.

Imagine you're attacking the

audience.

I'm attacking the audience,

but without emotion?

Just like you're reading it.

That doesn't make any sense.

Come on.

"All experience hath shown

that mankind are more disposed

to suffer..."

that's great. That's better.

Really?

Mm-hmm. One more time.

Herb is gonna hate this.

No, he's not.

Come on, just read.

Just...

why couldn't you get him a

tie or a goldfish, like any

normal person?

I'm not a normal person.

Your mom is gonna hate it.

Of course she's gonna hate

it... she's not in it.

Is she really bringing peter

this time?

No idea.

I love his movies.

Just read the lines.

I could get discovered.

He's blind.

Did you know that?

He could put me in a movie.

And deaf.

I could be a star.

Good luck.

I got to go.

What?

You won't come back in time.

My dad doesn't even know I'm

here. I got to go.

Hey!

Don't be late.

I won't.

Promise.

You're late.

Oh, hello, Mary!

Oh!

Oh!

Here.

Oh, beautiful!

Peter.

Mary, peter. Peter, Mary.

Oh, we have heard so much

about you.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Your husband is an imbecile.

He's a stupid, stupid jerk.

When grandma farts, we hit

the dog.

You got it?

Yeah.

Did the wig work at all?

Not a soul.

Wonderful.