I mean, we're close.
Right now we're close, but, I mean... You know...
Uh...
How close? I mean...
I don't know. Whatever.
What?
What do I mean to you?
What do you mean to me?
Mike, you're my best friend.
I know, man. And I... I know... I know I'm your friend.
We're good friends. And it's good to be, you know, good friends.
That's a good thing.
So?
So, I just...
That's okay.
We can be friends.
I only have sex with a guy for money.
Yeah, I know.
And two guys can't love each other.
Yeah.
Well, I... I don't know. I mean...
I mean, for me...
I could love someone even if I...
you know, wasn't paid for it.
I love you and...
you don't pay me.
- Mike. - I really want to kiss you, man.
Good night, man.
I love you though.
You know that.
I do love you.
All right. Come here, Mike.
It's just like... Come on.
Just go to sleep. Come on.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit! Oh, man!
Looks like this is it.
Can't get the bike started. Cops are coming. Stuck in the middle of nowhere.
- Yeah? - With a stolen bike. Yeah, Mike.
Looks like this is the end.
- Matter with your friend? - I don't know.
I guess he doesn't like cops.
- Oh, yeah? - That's how it looks.
What are you guys doing out here?
This cycle is one bitch to turn over, man.
But I guess you don't know anything about motorcycles, huh?
- You're not a motorcycle cop. - I've turned over a few.
Wake up, Mikey. The heat's off.
Look, Mike, sandwiches.
Thanks, man.
Did I ever show you this picture of you and Mom?
That was taken out by the institution.
We used to go out to that place on the weekends to see 'em.
You were about one year old at the time, I think.
I hated that fucking place.
Scott, how do you have a kid this young in an institution?
- W-What does that mean? - Why were you in an institution?
- Is that what you're askin'me? - I'm asking you.
Because of Mom. They didn't think she was safe.
But we were still a family.
Me, you...
and Mom.
- Where you going? - Pisser.
- Don't give me any of your shit. Don't give me any of your shit! - Dick! Dick!
- I don't wanna hear your shit! - Dick! Dick!
- Don't talk to me like that! - Dick!
He's all right. This happens every time we get together.
You want a drink? This?
You like those? I paint 'em for a livin'.
Sometimes when they're finished the people don't send the check, so I keep 'em.
I kinda like them hangin' around. They keep me company.
* Run free and sure *
* No man can take *
* This land from them *
I want you to know the truth about your mother.
I know the truth about my mother.
I mean the real truth.
- I know. - You don't know.
You wanna go around through life believing the lies?
Is that what you want?
Listen to me when I'm talking to you.
You know, she used to go out at night and look for men when I was asleep.
She'd go out to different bars, you know.
She'd shake her ass at anybody that was interested.
That's how she met that guy from Reno...
that low-life, gamblin' cowboy fuck.
He worked at one of those big casinos in Vegas.
He got fired for fuckin' with the cards.
He was a real scumbag.
But your mother loved him.
She loved him.
She had it in her head that she wanted to marry this guy...
and go off with him and... and have a little family...
with the house and the... the white picket fence...
and the dog and the fuckin'station wagon.
All that shit.
But he didn't want to marry her.
He didn't love her.
That's around the time that you were born.
Now, she had a gun. She used to have this gun.
It was a... a Smith & Wesson. 38 revolver.
And she loved this gun. She loved this gun. She used to sleep with it.
She used to stir-fry the vegetables with the loaded gun.
I remember, I used to say, "Sharon, what're you doin'?
"You stir-frying vegetables with the gun?
You're gonna blow a hole through the frying pan."
So, one night she goes to the drive-in movie...
with this cowboy fuck.
Jesus Christ. What... What the fuck was the name of that movie now?
- It was a western. - Rio Bravo?
Right, Rio Bravo. It was a John Wayne movie.
During the movie...
she takes this gun, sticks it in his mouth...
and blows his brains out.
Rio bravo on the big screen.
John Wayne on his horse ridin' through the desert.
Spilled popcorn all over the front seat soakin' up the blood.
Oh, come on, man. How corny.
This is why she had to leave.
And that guy...
That guy is your real father.
Don't fuck me in the head anymore, man!
I know the fucking truth! I know who my fucking real dad is!
Who is it? Who?
- Who? - Dick, you!
Richard, you're my dad. I know that.
You know too much.
She doesn't want to see me like this, man.
I got this from her, I don't know, a few months ago.
Fuckin' got blood all over it. Did you cut your hand?
Stupid.
"Dear honey, found a job in the lounge of the Family Tree in Snake River.
If you're ever out this way, look me up. Love, Mom."
"Rooms, phones, color TV.
"Wall-to-wall carpeting, and efficiently controlled electric heat...
combination tub and showers, game table..."
"And two reading chairs, with some connecting rooms."
It sounds so nice. I wouldn't mind living here.
I'm gonna look her up, man.
Sharon. Sharon.
There was a Sharon who worked here about a year ago, but she split.
Saved up all her money and headed for Italy.
- To Italy? - Yeah, Italy.
Took her forever to save any cash...
but, uh, she finally did it and flew away.
Said she was lookin' for her family. Guess she was Italian.
She didn't look Italian though. She, uh, left us this address.
Sharon Waters, Via Casoli, Cettevene...
R-Rome... Roma? Rome. She's in Rome, Italy.
- There's that guy. - What guy?
Guy who gave us a ride from Portland.
- Oh, yeah. What's his name? - What's he doing here?
- I don't know. Is his name Hans? Hans? - Hans.
That's it as usual. Thank you very much.
Scott. Mike.
- Hey. - How nice to run into you boys.
- How have you been? - Gut.
See you later.
407.
Mike?
- What? - I'm extremely excited.
I just got in. Could you please wait your turn?
But don't you want anything to eat, Mike?
- We are ordering room service, yes? - Room service?
Yeah. Uh, four orders of large french fries...
extra crispy, and some Coke.
And that's all.
That makes four portion of french fries...
very crispy, and a large Coke.
- Is that correct now, Mike? - Ja. Ja. Ja.
Thank you very much, Mike. Thank you.
- Thank you. - See you soon.
- What? - See you soon.
Yeah, right.
I must show you something.
My mother.
Heaven bless her soul. She died seven years ago.
She's very beautiful.
I think so.
You want to see it?
She looks just like you.
Thank you.
Well, what do we have?
You know, before I was selling pieces...
for cars...
I was a performer.
Great time I had, being on many stages...
Put it on.
- Yes? You like it? Okay. - Yeah.
Let's make some room.
Put out the light.
Turn on the music.
- * Oh, sitting on a bullet * - * Oh, sitting on a bullet *
* Thinking of power *
* Every hour *
Whoo!
* Being in space *
* Controlling the world *
* With a different face *
* Face, face, face *
* Berlin *
* New York, Moscow *
* Tokyo *
Well...
Thank you very much. Long time ago.
Well, tell me something.
How did you boys get so far? To Idaho?
I only left you in Portland a couple of days ago, right?
We rode on our trusty motorcycle.
And what brings you to this exciting Family Tree Inn?
- Business. - Business?
Business.
What kind of business?
- We're selling motorcycles. - Okay.
Let's go down, us...
for some... business, right?
Hello.
You know why I stopped you?
You was going too fast for this road.
For going too fast on this road, I'm gonna give you a ticket.
A speeding ticket.
- You like your bike? - Mm-hmm.
Well, I'm still gonna give you a ticket.
What's your name?
- Hans. - Hans?
- Kline. - Kline?
K-L-I...
Do you have any baggage?
Hans.
- Enjoy your flight. - Thanks.
Mike! Mike, over here!
So, what did they want?
I told them to take care of you while I got a taxi.
Mom?
Scusa.
Hi.
Is this your house?
- What? - Um...
La tua casa?
No, this is my uncle's house...
but he's not here now.
Oh.
My name is Scott.
Scott.
- My name is Carmella. - How do you do?
Um, how do you do?
I... Good.
Mom?
An American woman?
Yeah, do you know her?
Yeah.
Um, but is not... is not true that she lives here.
- It isn't true? - No, she...
She left a long time ago.
Back to America.
Oh, shit.
Was she your friend?
Yeah. She lived here, and...
'cause I wanted to learn English...
she... she... she taught... she taught it to me.
Oh. Well...
your English is very good.
Oh, this is my friend.
- This is Mike. - Mike.
- Mike? - Michael.
- Hi. - Carmella.
- Hi. - She knows your mom.
Really? Where?
No, she...
I'll be right back.
- Uh, Mike? - Mom!
My mom's house was blue.
No, it was green.
It was green.
How could I forget that?
* Da-da, da-da-da, da-dum *
* Da-dum, da-da-da, da-da-da *
Thanks for comin' all this way, though, man.
I'm ready to leave whenever you are.
What?
Grande.
- Tanta fame? - Yeah.
- Tanta fame? -"Tanta" what?
- Tanta fame? - Oh, yeah.
- You know what"fame" is? - Hungry.
- Hungry. Hungry. - Hungry.
Sorry.
Bacio. Bacio.
-"Bacio"? - Bacio.
This is bacio.
Yeah?
What is it?
It's nothing.
No? Okay.
- Come on. - No. Stay, please.
- All right. - Look.
There is a castagna here inside.
-"La castagna"? - Castagna.
Castagna.
La castagna.
Know what it's for?
Eh, if... If they were bigger, you could eat.
If they're bigger.
I understand.
- Do you? - Yes.
I know how you feel.
I think I fall in love.
I'm gonna take a little time off.
You know...
maybe I'll run into you down the road.
There's some cash. That's your share from the bike.
I fell in love, Mike.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry we didn't find your mom.
Scott.
Hmm?
Mm-hmm.
What?
- Tuo fisico. -"Tuo fisico"?
Signore. Signore.
Wake up. We are in the Portland Airport.
We're here. Whoa.
Whoa.
Please extinguish cigarettes. Thank you.
Oh, man. Where were you?
Forty D's?
So, how's your wife?
You're not very talkative tonight, man. That's cool.
Where we goin'?
That should just about do it. Man alive, there's nothing better...
than a hamburger grilled to perfection.
Cool, man.
Your burgers are getting cold, g... Holy Moly!
Bob!
Hey, Bob.
¿Que pasa, man? I bring great tidings and much joy.
George, what blew you in?
Remember that rotgut shit we used to drink on the streets... the wino wine?
Well, I got three jugs hidden in a bush on 82nd.
We're talkin'hard-core fun, man.
All we need to do is put a ride together to the bush...
and we're in business.
I'm afraid if I shared your wine...
I might catch this awful disease you appear to have.
My jacket would grow little zippers all over it,
and my toes would have jingle bells on them like those there.
Bob, chill out. Is it true that you're the greatest man on the street...
- that you own the street? - That is correct.
Well, then you can get us a ride to see God. Do it.
If it isn't Scotty Favor himself.
Dressed in a three-piece suit, looking every bit a gentleman!
- Who, man? - Scott Favor.
He's run headlong into his inheritance.
George, Budd...
Mike.
I have waited for this day to come.
Scotty, I haven't seen you in a dog's age.
You're lookin' well. So grown up.
Scotty, I'd like you to meet Tiger Warren.
He's with Muchisimo Mas restaurants.
- Tiger, Scotty Favor. - Jack Favor's son?
Hello, I'm pleased to meet you. Awfully sorry about your father.
It's really all right. The, uh, family is taking it very hard...
but we live on with his memory.
Scott, you ever considered a political career?
Come, George. Watch this.
You'll see the reception that I get.
Hey, you guys, look at this.
It's true, we're drawing attention to ourselves, but...
Scotty will witness that I'm dying to see him...
and it won't matter how we're dressed.
God save you! God save you, my sweet boy.
Scotty, my own true friend!
I mean you, Scotty. It's me, Bob!
I don't know you, old man.
Please leave me alone.
When I was young and you were my street tutor...
an instigator for my bad behavior, I was planning a change.
There was a time when I had the need to learn from you...
my former and psychedelic teacher.
And although I love you more dearly than my dead father...
I have to turn away.
Now that I have, and until I change back...
don't come near me.
O-U-T. Out.
God.
G-God!
God?
Pigeon.
Scott Favor broke his heart.
Sure is quiet.
He's either in heaven or hell now.
Be sure it isn't to hell.
He's tried to be an honest sort.
I'm the one who heard him cry out last night.
He said,"God, God, God"...
three or four times.
And when I got there, I put my hand into the bed and felt his feet.
And they were cold as stones.
And I checked the rest of his body...
and it, too, was as cold as stone.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son...
and of the Holy Ghost, amen.
"I am the resurrection and the life, sayeth the lord.
"He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
"And whoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth...
"where moths and rust do corrupt and where thieves break through and steal.
"But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven...
"where neither moth nor rust corrupt...
"and where thieves do not break through and steal.
"For where your treasure is, there shall your heart be also.
"I know that my redeemer liveth...
"Whom I shall see for myself and mine eyes shall behold.
"Be not deceived. God is not mocked.
"For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
* Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob *
* Bob-Bob-Bob *
* Bob, Bob, Bob Bob, Bob, Bob *
* Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob *
* Bob, Bob, Bob *
"For he that soweth to his flesh, shall of the flesh reap corruption.
* Bob, Bob-Bob *
Bob!
Bob! Bob! Bob!
"But he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit...
"reap life everlasting.
"And let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season...
Bob! Bob! Bob!
And their going from us to be utter destruction."
Bob! Bob! Bob!
George!
I'm a connoisseur of roads.
Been tasting roads my whole life.
This road...
will never end.
It probably goes...
all around...
the world.
* When I first came to London *
* I was only 16 *
* With a fiver in my pocket *
* And my old dancing bag *
* I went down to the dilly *
* To check out the scene *
* But I soon ended up upon the old main drag *
* Where the he-males and the she-males *
* Paraded in style *
* And the old man with the money would flash you a smile *
* In the dark of an alley you would work for a five *
* For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag *
* In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill *
* But there were boys in the cafes *
* Who'd give you cheap pills *
* If you didn't have the money *
* You'd cajole and you'd beg *
* There was always lots of Tuinal *
* On the old main drag *
* One evening as I was lying *
* Down in Leicester Square *
* I was picked up by the coppers *
* And kicked in the balls *
* Between the metal doors at Vine Street *
* I was beaten and mauled *
* And they ruined my good looks *
* For the old main drag *
* In the tube station *
* The old ones who were on the way out *
* Would dribble and vomit *
* And grovel and shout *
* And the coppers would come along *
* And push them about *
* And I wished I could escape from *
* The old main drag *
* And now I am lying here *
* I have had too much booze *
* I've been spat on and shat on *
* And raped and abused *
* I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg *
* For some money to take me from the old main drag* *
* Deep night *
* Stars in the sky above *
* Moonlight *
* Lighting our place of love *
* Night winds *
* Seem to have gone to rest *
* Two eyes *
* Brightly with love are gleaming *
* Come to my arms, my dear one *
* My sweetheart, my own *
* Vow that you'll love me always *
* And be mine alone *
* Deep night *
* Whispering trees above *
* Kind night *
* Bringing you nearer dearer and dearer *
* Deep night *
* Deep in the arms *
* Of love* *