Monkey Warfare (2006) Movie Script

(screaming)

I'm not sure… I totally get it.

What's to get?

It's time to reflect.

Let us then raise a glass

and reflect upon…

this fine, expensive repast

on the last 15 years and

everything we've done

to make the world a better place.

Is that an example of sarcasm?

Not entirely.

It is an expensive meal.

I'm volunteering again.

Everything you do jeopardizes me.

Jeopardizes us.

Is there paperwork involved?

You have to register or something?

I'm not an idiot.

I'm stuffing envelopes

and licking stamps.

It could be anyone.

Fine, then. Good.

Why don't you join, um…

a knitting circle? Why

don't you join a book club?

Why don't you join

an asshole club?

I thought we were

supposed to be celebrating.

Not celebrating- commemorating.

Commemorating.

Let's get back

to the toast, then.

I don't know what to toast.

We never killed anyone.

And we haven't killed each other.

Let's drink to not killing, then.

Oh, whoa.

Ah, aren't you cute?

Horrifying.

How much do you think it's worth?

Ah…

it's anatomically correct.

These dolls with male

genitalia are pretty rare.

I think we can get

a couple hundred.

Wow. Good eye.

Well, it's, uh…

weirdest shit we've had

in the last 15 years, eh?

I'm gonna go to bed.

See you tomorrow.

(alarms wailing)

(children shouting)

(police sirens wailing)

(car horns honking)

(police sirens wailing)

(voices in background)

(voice over police radio)

Yeah, Rod.

I'm looking for Rod.

Wh… where's Rod?

What do you need Rod for?

I'm, uh… looking for

some green beans.

Rod's out of business.

You'll have to buy your

vegetables somewhere else.

Baby stuff- skip it.

Probably wanted an

arm and leg for this crap,

but we should

check it out anyway.

Here's one for you - records and stuff.

You take these…

and I'll hit the rest.

Rod was busted.

How do you know?

I phoned him,

someone else answered.

Sounded like a cop.

Don't use that phone again.

No kidding.

How much dope do we have left?

(sighing)

How much for this?

That's my liquor cabinet.

A lot of good memories

in that piece of furniture.

What's a memory worth?

You can have it for 40.

- Twenty.

- Thirty.

Sold.

Here's half.

You take that and

I'll… I'll come back for it.

Cool.

(children playing in background)

- Do you want those naked women?

- What?

Those playing cards,

are you gonna buy them?

Yeah, I think I will.

Doesn't that make

you feel strange?

What, it's not like I'm

looking at pictures of my mom.

Do you think that's what

your mom looked like naked?

(sighing)

Don't want you to

think I'm a pervert.

I don't.

Thanks.

Uh… 50 cents.

Cool.

Dan!

Get the baby carriage.

(baby whining)

(baby crying)

If they push that button

You can kiss your ass

Goodbye goodbye Goodbye goodbye

Goodbye You can kiss your ass

Goodbye Goodbye

They're talking about

Nuclear war Nuclear war

Four-twenty. Garbage will

be hitting the street soon.

What's that smell?

Did you get pot?

Just a… pinner I made

from some roaches.

There's that bike again.

They're piling beer

bottles in its basket now.

Well, it's only been

there a couple weeks.

That's long enough.

What do you want?

I'm not gonna jack it

in the middle of the day.

Well, get it at night, then!

(sighing)

(sighing heavily)

(car horns honking)

Hey.

Hi.

What's up with the

garbage picking?

People throw

stuff out, I sell it.

So you're a parasite feeding off

the carrion of consumer culture.

Exactly.

Tax-free! Fuck the

system, fuck the Man.

- I fuck the Man.

- You fuck the Man?

I sell trees.

Why should I pay taxes,

have more roads

paved for fucking cars?

Help America fight their oil war.

Political. Cute.

I'm not cute.

Trees-what does that mean? Is that

young-person code for something?

Why don't you come

with me and find out?

- Uh…

- Too busy garbage picking?

Try this. It's B.C. organic.

Really?

(inhaling deeply)

Mm. Yes, it is.

People need good dope

to get through modern life.

It's true.

Scavenging through garbage

can get pretty monotonous at times.

I suppose looking at naked

women helps break the monotony.

I could've made good

money off those naked women.

Objects carry meaning.

What's trash for one

person is income for me

and something more sacred

for whoever cherishes it.

We all have keepsakes.

I'm not talking

about sentimentality,

I'm talking about history.

The collective consciousness.

Take you and those nudie

playing cards from the '50s.

They are beautiful girls,

you're a beautiful girl.

Perhaps you identify with them.

Perhaps.

For whatever reason, I

could see that these cards

were an object of far more

importance to you than to me.

To me, it was just

about making money.

I'd have a very different

argument if you were rich.

But, uh, by the looks of your

bike, I would say you're not.

I sell dope.

Can you hook me up right now?

No.

I don't carry the shit on me.

Once I got fined, and another

time, I lost half an ounce.

So what do we do? Do I call you?

No.

You give me your

number and I call you.

I don't have a phone.

- No phone.

- I use payphones.

Hard as fuck.

Take this sample.

Ahem. Hundred bucks a quarter.

Exclusive. How do I get more?

Parkdale is my 'hood.

I'm sure you can find me.

Ah!

(bottles rattling)

Fuck.

Where have you been?

- Oh, uh…

- Argh!

Fuck it. We gotta move.

Ah, fuck!

- It's gone!

- What?

A beautiful wooden

desk with, like, fine lines.

I think it was a

Heywood Wakefield.

We could've gotten $500 for it.

Okay, okay! I found someone…

(whispering): …who

can get us weed.

(music playing)

It's from B.C.

Memories.

Who'd you get it from?

Someone on the street.

Jesus.

How do you know they're not heat?

She's, uh, in her early twenties.

She's not that kind

of heat. (chuckling)

Nice bike.

Do you, uh, wanna

go for a coffee?

Let's go.

(teaspoon tinkling)

I wanna be one of

your handpicked clients.

Okay…

Here's the deal. I

go back to my place

and pick up a quarter-ounce.

It's what you want, right?

Whatever 80 bucks will get me.

That's 100, fucker.

Oh, capitalists

ride bicycles now.

On the contrary,

I insist on sharing a

joint with all my… clients.

Okay, well, let's

meet in the park.

No, I'm not gonna smoke a joint

when I'm carrying a

quarter-ounce of B.C. organic.

Laws are stiffer for this shit.

So… what do we do?

Uh, go back to your place?

We can't do that.

My, uh, roommate doesn't want

strangers to come to the house.

Who's a stranger?

We shared a joint.

I don't think my roommate

would see it that way.

Well… those are the rules.

Do you want the weed?

One of us is gonna have

to trust the other one.

I want the weed.

Well, then…

you've got a lot of old stuff.

Yeah, my roommate's got the eye.

You gonna sell this thing?

Yeah, I'm still working on it,

but we should be able

to get 100 bucks for it

when I'm finished.

Enough to cover the "trees."

(woman chuckling softly)

There's something to

this garbage picking.

Scavenging.

Yeah, well, we've

been doing it for a while.

So what's this stuff for?

Well, uh, it might

look like easy money,

but believe me, it is not.

And sometimes in

winter I have to get a job.

Day labour, you know?

Only good thing is our rent hasn't

gone up since we've been here.

We're kind of a low

priority for our landlord.

You better not touch that.

I wouldn't want my roommate

to know anybody was here.

Sorry.

Yeah, well, I gotta

be very careful.

Linda's very particular

about her things.

Her room, for instance,

I'm not allowed to enter.

So, uh, where do you

wanna smoke this joint?

Uh, well,

let's go to my room.

Ah, it's so great you can

come in and help us, Linda.

I really need help raising

money for the organization.

So how's it going?

Ah, it's going.

Yeah, I know it's kind of

a drag stuffing envelopes.

But you kind of have to reach

deeper for your motivation.

I used to sit at

home and watch TV

and I'd flip past those charity

ads for suffering children-

"For the price of a latte a day,

you can save a life

and adopt a foster kid."

So I gave up lattes.

Little Juanita from

Ecuador died anyway.

Do you have any children, Linda?

No.

Well, they're a

great inspiration.

I had one to replace Juanita.

The room.

Make yourself at home.

Aren't you a little old

to be playing with toys?

Uh… I collect them.

I'm fascinated by the ones

that reinforce society's…

Judeo-Christian

military-industrial values.

These are the toys that indoctrinated

a generation of children.

Traffic and commerce

are normalized.

The aggression of our culture

is made benign and acceptable.

Technology will

solve all our problems.

A supreme being

blesses our actions.

And you weren't indoctrinated?

Sure I was. I had

to free my mind.

How?

Weed.

Books, music.

This hippie shit you're playing?

Okay, this is not hippie shit.

Jeez, I thought…

all girls liked Leonard Cohen.

Who are these… cats?

This here is the MC5.

The official band of

the White Panthers.

Who were the White Panthers?

Group of white kids

that modelled themselves

after the Black Panthers.

- Who were the Black Panthers?

Uh, okay. Bobby

Seale, Huey Newton…

Yeah.

You don't know

the Black Panthers.

Okay, the Black

Panthers were a radical,

political group from the '60s.

Black.

Put it on.

I'd love to drop the

needle on this one for you,

but unfortunately, it is

a mint original pressing.

It's too valuable and I

don't have a play copy.

How about this? Is this

too precious for you?

It is precious, but maybe

for you, I'll make an exception.

Thank you.

What's with the

chicks and the guns?

Early '70s…

radical chic.

Trying to be urban

guerillas, I guess.

- Urban guerillas?

- Once upon a time,

there were groups of

kids with guns and bombs

who wanted to

overturn the government,

scare the shit out of them.

The vice-president

of the United States

tried to have this album banned.

Well, then, we should

definitely listen to it.

(music playing)

Can you dig it?

It's good.

They're building bombs

While our schools are fallin'

Tell me what in the hell

we're paying taxes for

Well why don't we all

Stop paying taxes - Mmm…

Now why don't we

all stop paying taxes

There's a hidden history

within these grooves

and I've managed to

salvage a small corner

of that history from the garbage.

What are these?

More hidden history?

Um…

they were hidden until

you pulled them down.

These are just more

stuff I collect-first editions.

Who's she?

Bernadine Dohrn,

the first female urban guerilla

to make the FBI top-10 list.

Crazy eyes.

Julie Bellmas, Canada's own,

helped bomb a factory

outside of Toronto

that was making parts

for nuclear weapons.

She looks so young.

She is… your age.

Ulrike Meinhof-

German revolutionary,

mother of two.

Cool shades.

So who are these guys?

This is the Baader-Meinhof gang.

Actually, they called

themselves the Red Army Faction,

but Baader-Meinhof had

more brand-name recognition.

German revolutionaries

from the '70s,

the authorities

called them terrorists.

Started that whole

trend for terrorism.

I'm sure you've heard

of it- it's very big now.

So can I borrow this?

Uh…

you wanna, uh…

take it away?

- Uh…

- I could just read it here.

All right, you can take it.

But please be careful.

I will be careful.

There's something on my mind

Yeah

So I wouldn't mind meeting again

in a couple weeks-

4:20 at the Beatnik?

I'll bring another quarter.

All right.

I'm glad we met.

Yeah… me, too.

Oh, no, they're not worth as

much if you break up the set.

I don't care about that.

It's my signature.

Hmm…

What

No

Who

I don't know

Yeah

Why do guys like girls like that

That's what she asked me

(bike bell ringing)

I don't know

Why do guys like girls like that

I shrugged my shoulders

You know

(bell ringing)

Why do girls like guys like that

She said

I don't know

Yeah maybe it's chemistry

Oh yeah

Yeah maybe psychology

Oh no

Yeah maybe it's a magazine

Oh yeah

Yeah you know

Some kind of

preprogrammed fantasy

They look so young

They act so numb

They look so bad

They think they're rad

What are they on

Where are they from

That's what I want to know

Where are they coming

from (bike bell ringing)

They look so dumb

This is Jason.

Oh. Isn't he a

cute little white boy.

(sighing)

I know, he's white

and he's privileged.

Jason won a lottery.

He should be covered in

tumours like the kids of San Carlos.

Are you married, Linda?

Uh, no… not

according to the state.

You have a partner.

Um… "partner" is a good

way to describe him.

You're living with a man?

Uh, well…

…"existing" might

be… a better term.

Wanna have a kid with him?

No.

I had an abortion once.

That was close.

I'm really sorry.

It must've been so hard.

No.

It wasn't.

Dan!

Oh, whoa.

Ugh!

- My pedal.

- What?

I banged it on some asshole's

SUV when he sideswiped me.

I was feeling the Meinhof.

Uh-huh.

Crank arm's cracked.

You're gonna have

to get a new one.

(sighing)

Well, come on. Come on.

I think I can help you.

(banging and rattling)

(groaning)

So what goes on down here?

Well, we get bikes

once in a while

and I tinker with

them, fix them up.

You'd be amazed at the prices these

rich assholes are prepared to pay.

You know, they get

a whim and they say,

"I need a retro-hip bike,"

and their personal

assistant's too busy kissing ass

to drive around and find one,

so he emails a friend,

the friend emails a friend,

six emails later, they got me.

You just found all this stuff?

I, uh, found, bought…

You can get most of

this stuff for pretty cheap.

Most people don't have

use for a busted frame.

I do.

Think you got my part?

I think this one…

this one will do.

It's not exactly perfectly

matched star-wise.

Do you care?

Nope. As long as it runs.

I could, uh…

fix this bike up a bit.

No, I like it beat up.

It's… less likely to

get stolen that way.

So did you see your,

uh… your girl today?

My girl?

Yeah, your girl.

How'd she get a

hold of B.C. organic?

She's not my girl.

I don't have a girl.

What is her name?

Susan.

What is this Susan like?

She's like anyone her age.

She's young and

energetic and curious.

All the things we're not.

So how was Rivers of Resistance?

Oh, it doesn't feel like

much of a resistance.

It's an organization that exists

to alleviate one woman's

middle-class guilt,

and I don't mean me.

- What's this woman like?

- She's fine.

She's a new mom.

She likes to talk about kids.

- Kids?

- Yeah.

Kids. Young people.

Like Susan.

So how does she

get a hold of this pot?

Guess what?

She's from Calgary.

Really?

Yeah, she split there a couple

years ago to go to the coast.

Don't worry, I played

dumb about Vancouver.

She tried the hippie

Commercial Drive thing at first,

but couldn't get into that

flaky West Coast vibe,

or the rain,

so she hooked up

with some pot-growers,

bought a pound of dope,

drove it out to Toronto

and now she's the T.O.

contact for the growers.

They hire someone to drive

the shit out to her and she sells it.

Genius.

So… what does she know about us?

What do you mean?

Well, you seem to

know a lot about her.

Well, she's someone who

likes to talk about herself.

Where do you guys meet?

- Beatnik.

They wouldn't let

you buy dope there.

Well, we don't do

it out in the open.

Where do you go, then?

We go down to the basement.

(Linda sighing)

What I do in the

basement is my business.

Well, she knows where we live.

Well, I haven't let her upstairs.

Well, I'm sure that's

just a matter of time.

So you won't be upset

when the inevitable happens.

Saturday afternoon

What a day for a riot

I'll meet you out on the street

You know you really should try it

Do I seem out of my mind

That's what the teachers all said

It's 1970 now

Flower power is dead

Saturday afternoon

This meeting is important.

What I do is important.

I'm talking about my

job here, not your hobby.

Huh! You can't just

dump Jason off here.

Ah, hello.

Are you gonna

save the world, too?

Huh?

I can't take care of Jason

while I'm playing basketball.

Don't play basketball, then.

This is not about basketball!

Like I said a million times,

this is about a promotion!

Okay, fine. I'll take

him, but you owe me.

(Jason crying)

Give me the keys to the minivan.

No, I need it.

- What?

- How am I supposed--

You dump Jason off here,

you can't take the minivan.

How am I supposed

to get to the gym?

(Jason screeching)

That's the rule.

Whoever takes Jason

gets the minivan.

Screw the rules!

If I get this promotion, I

can afford to buy another car.

I don't want another

car! That's not my point.

Then what the hell is your point?

Stop yelling.

- You're yelling!

- This is yelling!

Sorry I'm late. My

bike got wrecked.

Why? What happened?

Ah, nothing. I was

just riding recklessly.

I banged it up.

Recklessly.

Be careful.

We can do something about that.

Let's go.

Okay.

You like this bike?

You can't…

you can't steal someone's bike.

It'll encourage

people to start driving.

You can't steal this bike.

Easy, Miss Righteous. This

bike has been abandoned.

It's been here for weeks.

I've been watching.

People are using it as a

garbage can. You see?

Yeah, I see that.

People who don't

care about their bikes

don't lock them properly.

Stand back.

The Bicycle Liberation

Organization, BLO.

Is this a BLO job?

How's that?

I think it's a little high.

Your feet should just

be touching the ground.

Here.

Try that.

Oh yeah, that feels good.

Feels good?

Uh-huh.

BLO action…

complete!

How can I ever

thank you, comrade?

What the fuck?

Uh…

this is Susan.

This is… Linda.

My roommate.

Hey.

You look… familiar.

I think I've see you around.

Do you make a lot of

deliveries in this area?

None.

I don't wanna be known as

the neighbourhood dope dealer.

I have customers

all over the city.

Why did you approach Dan?

Was it because he was

wearing his fancy blue jacket?

What brings you home

early today, Linda?

Let's just say that I hate kids.

I brought your books back.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the books.

What the hell? These books

were in pristine condition.

I read them.

What good is hidden history if

you're not gonna learn about it?

They're not worth half as

much when they're damaged.

Your hidden history

is for capitalist gain?

I thought these books were

about fighting the system.

When you fight the system,

you can't exactly count

on the system to take care

of you when you're older.

These are my retirement plan.

Be careful with history.

Sorry.

You make me feel

like a chastised child.

Do you feel like an

overbearing father, Dan?

Bike sure looks familiar.

She needed a bike.

Next year she's

gonna need braces.

Do we pay for that too?

(trunk motor starting)

Whoa.

Second Fugs album.

This has "Kill for Peace" on it.

I bet Susan would

love to hear this.

How often did she come over?

Oh, don't worry.

She just comes over when

you're out being a volunteer.

Well, you're gonna have

to figure out some other way

of getting her alone, then.

What, you're quitting?

Ah, I can't stand

that place anymore.

Well, just because a

woman brings her baby in,

that's no reason to quit.

You believe in the cause,

you know, you gotta put up with some

minor inconveniences at the workplace.

Now you're supportive? When

you wanna fuck some chick?

I don't wanna fuck Susan.

Oh, sure, it's just talk.

Yes, it is, as a matter of fact.

What do you guys talk about?

A lot of things.

Like groups. Like, uh, The Fugs.

Country Joe and… the

Fish. Stiff Little Fingers-

And groups like the

Red Army Faction,

the Vancouver Five?

She has a healthy curiosity.

Mm-hmm. I just hope she's not

planning on dropping by all the time.

(bicycle bell ringing) Whoa-oh.

- Whoa, hey.

- Hey.

Hey. Hi.

Hi.

I, uh…

I got a new shipment

in and I just…

I felt bad about what happened

the other day with the books-

Hey, hey, guilt is a

construct of the ruling class

to suppress the masses.

Pay no attention to it.

You, uh, wanna drop

by, listen to this album?

It's, uh, from the

'60s. It's political.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Uh, if that's okay

with you, Linda.

Sure.

Kill Kill

Kill for peace

Kill kill kill for peace

Forty years later,

they're still killing,

and we ain't got peace.

It's, uh…

not the mono

original, unfortunately.

I'm sure I don't care.

So what's the deal

with this new batch?

Oh, you know how the growers

are always futzing with the strains.

It's, uh, it's

all-natural, though.

It hasn't been

genetically modified.

Could I see?

Dan said you had the eye.

I can make something look

worth buying to a rich asshole.

Ahem. It's not much of a talent.

Can I see more?

There might be, uh…

something on the memory card.

I don't like to keep a

record of stuff we sell.

You don't archive your work?

This isn't art, it's commerce.

I dunno - these are

pretty impressive.

It could be art.

I prefer to recycle art,

not make more of it.

What do you mean?

I collect postcards

and photos and stuff.

Can I… see them?

Sure.

They're upstairs.

(music in the distance)

People just throw this

stuff away by the truckload.

I'm convinced the

vintage-photo market will be huge.

Why keep these ones?

Something about the people,

their hair, their style,

private jokes they're sharing,

intrigues me.

These people have

become so familiar, they…

they comfort me.

So are any of these real photos?

They're all real.

No, I mean, like,

are any of them your real family?

Maybe.

(music playing)

You ask about my philosophy baby

Yeah

So if all of these

pictures are real,

then how come…

there aren't any pictures of Dan?

Why would I have

a picture of Dan?

Do most people have…

pictures of their roommate?

I just thought maybe

you guys were…

closer than roommates.

No, no, we're…

we're just roommates.

Anyway,

how close can two

people really be?

Should we sit here and

have a good cry about it?

If we were hippies, maybe.

Kill the hippies!

Smash the patriarchy.

Off the pigs.

First we'll kill the pigs

and then we'll eat dinner

in the same room with them.

Everything okay up there?!

We're talking!

Talking?!

Yeah! Talk!

(sounds of traffic)

(birds chirping)

(bicycle bell ringing)

(car horn honking)

(brakes screeching) (crash)

Fucking idiot!

That really is a

nasty-looking gash, Susan.

Ah, it's nothing. You

should see the car.

Here's this, uh…

bike I've had my eye on.

Great.

Linda?

Here, try it.

Give a man a fish,

he eats for a day;

Give a man a

rod, he eats for life.

(Susan chuckling)

Is that from the Bible?

It's about men and

their rods, isn't it?

(small dog barking)

Oh, the chain's broken.

Go, go, go. (dog barking)

Get on. We'll roll you home.

(dog barking)

(all laughing)

What?

- Up here!

- Ah!!

(honking)

(laughter)

(honking)

(honking insistently)

(honking loudly) Whoo!

(laughter)

That last bike was pretty nice.

We could've…

we could've gotten

something for it.

How'd it get wrecked?

I'm a little

aggressive, you know.

I have to learn how

to be more defensive.

Yeah, I don't think so.

What really happened?

You really wanna know?

What are we waiting for?

Wouldn't it be great

if there were

revolutionary groups today?

Yeah. I hope they make

buttons that I can collect.

Have you always

been such a cynic?

Ever since I stopped

believing in Santa Claus, God…

And what do you believe in?

Nothing.

I'm an agnostic morally,

politically, financially and sexually.

Just looking for a little peace.

(bicycle bell ringing)

(other bicycle bell ringing)

What's going on?

(several bicycle bells ringing)

You'll see.

(multiple bicycle bells ringing)

(punk-rock music playing)

Whoo-hoo!!!

Paint it good. Art

as a real threat.

(camera shutter clicking)

(police siren wailing)

What the fuck!

(Susan panting)

You coming in?

Who were those guys?

I don't know. They had masks on.

Oh, come on.

Ahem.

We call it the Spoke Club

because we ride bikes.

It's a cell structure.

I learned about it in one

of those books you lent me.

And you're the ringleader.

There are no hierarchies, Dan.

You're a big part of this, too.

Why? Because I gave you some

books when I was flirting with you?

Is that all it is?

(music)

Ah ah ah

Pow pow

Right on Pow

All right all right

Ow

I want no part of this.

I need your help.

My help for what?

We damage a lot of

bikes. That's our signature.

You know where the

abandoned bikes are.

You know how to

fix the ones we ride.

I'll trade you weed…

in exchange for your help.

Although you really

should do it for the cause.

What cause?

We're gonna drop a

Molotov cocktail on an SUV

in the middle of a

busy intersection.

Do you even know how

to make a Molotov cocktail?

No.

I was hoping you'd

lend me a book on it.

(indistinct background

conversation)

No, like… Look, there,

there's the other one.

The little boy.

- Oh, that's cute.

- Ah, yeah.

- Aren't those things tacky?

- Yeah, they're adorable.

Five bucks?

Each?

Uh, for both?

Sold.

What about this stuff here?

I'm not gonna sell that.

I need that.

- Oh, it's not part of the set.

- What about that? That's nice.

Jesus, four grand.

I told you.

Oh, good…

Good eye.

We could go on vacation,

like normal people.

Well, we can't get on

a plane or rent a car.

We could get on a

bus. They take cash.

- And take that bus where?

- Fuck, I don't know.

I can go by myself,

leave you alone with Susan.

Well, I'm not sure I wanna

be left alone with her.

What?

I'm a little worried about Susan.

Why?

Well, she started her

own urban-guerilla group.

They call themselves

the Spoke Club.

They swarm SUVs

with their bicycles.

Swarm?

They wreck them.

They… trash the shit out of them.

I saw it happen.

You're kidding, right?

You shouldn't have

given her those books.

They're books. I didn't

think it would lead to this.

This is just asking for trouble.

Well, should we

stop buying from her?

No. This dope is too good.

We have way too

much at risk here.

We need to sit her

down and have a talk.

(sighing)

Uh…

let's… sit down and talk.

What's wrong?

I just…

wanna talk to you alone.

Um…

Linda and I…

aren't exactly roommates.

We've been together

for a long time.

- Uh-huh.

- Um…

I don't know what we are exactly,

but I do have feelings for her

that have lain dormant

inside me for a long time.

And, uh, you have…

awakened those feelings

from a deep slumber.

What are you trying to say, dork?

Well, what I'm trying to

say is very delicate. Ahem.

Just say it.

I…

feel affection for you,

um…

…but I don't wanna act on it,

because I still have

feelings for Linda.

Why are you being so serious?

Because you kissed me

and, uh… we… made out,

uh, kind of, in the basement.

I kissed you

because I wanted

you to join the cause.

Dan and I need to talk to

you about something, Susan.

Dan already talked.

What's your problem?

Dan told me that you'd

been involved with…

wrecking SUVs?

Dan can't keep a secret.

Do you wanna talk

about this, Susan?

No, I'd rather wreck more SUVs.

We can't be involved

in any criminal activities.

Revolutionary activities.

There's a difference between

a criminal and a revolutionary.

Not to the Man, there isn't.

That's why I don't

think we can see you

if these activities continue.

Is this a goddamn intervention?

No.

But I am concerned.

The world is going to shits

and you think that I'm

acting out some sort

of psychoanalytic compulsion.

How does wrecking

SUVs help the world?

That's the difference

between your generation

and my generation.

My generation. What

are you talking about?

Your generation

wants to help the world,

my generation thinks

the world is fucked.

When I was your age, I

thought the end was nigh.

It didn't come.

It doesn't mean that it won't.

(bell ringing)

Uh… what the hell's that?

- It's the doorbell.

- Nobody uses the door.

Somebody's at the goddamn door.

- Linda, get the door.

- No, you get the door.

- Linda, get the door!

- No, I'm talking to Susan.

Stop talking to her

and get the door.

(knocking)

Get the goddamn door.

Get up and get the door.

- No, you get the goddamn door.

- I'll get the door.

(both): No, no, no!

Ted?

Ted, what are you doing here?

Hi, Dan. I would've called,

but I lost your number.

I need to let this guy in

to take a look at the place.

If that's okay.

Just a minute.

Uh…

You wanna come in?

Yeah, we need to come in,

take a look at the place.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, Dan.

Kitchen's back here.

You mind if I show

this guy the rooms?

Ah, it's really messy

in here. Are you…?

I don't care about that. I

just wanna see the rooms.

Hello, girls.

Is this radical chic?

Long live Che, baby.

I don't… I don't get it.

Ted, you haven't

by here in years.

You kept the place in nice shape.

I appreciate that.

Why are you doing this to us?

Look, Dan…

the last thing I wanna

get involved with

is paperwork bank bullshit…

…but I'm getting old.

(sighing)

What did he say?

He wants to sell the house.

When?

I dunno. He doesn't

have a buyer yet.

Fuck. Why is he selling?!

The neighbourhood is taking off.

What are we gonna do?

You'll have to live in tents,

like the Palestinians.

You shut up, Susan.

This is real life going on here.

I'll tell you about real life.

Do you have idea how

much rent is this city?

You gonna have a garage sale?

What would I find, picking

through your garbage, Dan?

Beatnik Cafe, same

time, same place.

I'll bring a quarter.

Jesus. Fuck!

(sighing)

(industrial noise)

(jackhammers pounding)

(dog barking)

(industrial noise)

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

So what are you guys

gonna do with your place?

What can we do?

The whole neighbourhood's

becoming gentrified.

We remain powerless before

the onslaught of the free market.

Wish there was

something we could do

about the housing crisis in

this fucking neighbourhood.

- Well, maybe there is.

- What?

We could firebomb a house.

If some of the houses in this

neighbourhood got firebombed,

then people would

be less eager to buy,

the area would

be less attractive,

house prices would drop,

rent would be cheaper,

you guys wouldn't have to move.

That's crazy, Susan.

An abandoned house- no

one would have to get hurt.

Are you guys ready

to make the leap

from theory into action?

(police siren wailing)

(industrial noise)

(noise of jet engine)

What, are you afraid

to firebomb a house?

This has nothing to do with fear.

No, it has to do with will.

I don't care to have a philosophical

discussion with you right now.

Why not? Talk is easier

than action, isn't it?

I'm sure there's a mid-ground

between talk and firebombing.

Yes. You could teach me

how to make a Molotov cocktail.

What makes you think I know how?

What's been going on

between you two?

Nothing!

Oh, fuck, I can

figure it out for myself.

What am I gonna do anyways?

They're gonna firebomb a house

so that you guys can keep

your comfortable lifestyle?

This is a comfortable lifestyle?

You seem to have everything!

You think we've enjoyed picking

through garbage for 10 years?

We live like we're

in the Third World!

The Thi…? Fuck,

don't tell me that you identify

as one of the oppressed!

We're certainly not living

the life of the oppressors!

That is just exactly

an excuse for apathy!

We're not apathetic.

You ride bikes and read

books about revolution!

How is that taking action?!

Wake up, you fucking posers!

What the fuck do

you know about us?

You think you know

what we've done?!

You know nothing!

Maybe you should keep your mouth

shut about things you don't know.

You think we woke up one

day and decided to pick garbage

to save the world?!

We never used our heads?!

You think we never did shit?!

We never read these books?!

We're in those fucking books!!

Glad you've figured

out that the world is bad!

You're not the first!

We were doing actions

when you were sucking your

thumb on your daddy's knee!

Being a revolutionary means

more than destroying things!

Blowing up shit,

that's frat-boy stuff!

That's entertainment!

Do you even know what

you're working towards?!

When we did actions, we

were focused, organized,

we issued communiques

and put it in context,

which it is meaningless without!

You wanna off some pigs?!

- Blowing up SUVs, that's tough?

- You and your fucking beret!

You think that's hardcore?!

We broke into a car dealership

and set the whole thing on fire,

23 vehicles

with a can of gasoline

and three ignition units,

and that was a front-page story in

every fucking paper in the country!

I set a man on fire!

Yes, we did.

I did it! That's

what I fucking did!

Third-degree burns

on 80% of his body!

I may have disfigured

him for life! Tell her!

It was a… protest

against the Gulf War and…

and we didn't know that a

security guard was there, so...

he must've heard us

and came out to take a look.

It was my fault.

(sighing heavily)

I should've…

I should've thrown it

when he was inside.

(sighing heavily)

But I got scared…

and panicked.

Linda took the

bottle from my hand

and that was the end.

It was in Vancouver.

That's where we're from.

It happened 15 years ago.

(sighing)

(door closing)

I'll fuck fire

And I'll fuck rain

You can have my child

And get done or down

But the A-bombs are coming

Oh oh the A-bombs are coming

I'm worried about Susan.

She's an arrogant child.

I'm worried she's

gonna tell someone.

If she's serious about her

politics, she's not gonna rat on us.

She's not an informant.

What are we gonna do?

If we have to take a

lover, sleep together…

that's what we'll do.

Let's get some sleep.

(police sirens in distance)

(police radio)

You're the kid's parents?

- Ahem. Uh, n-no.

- We're family.

She's my stupid,

rebellious niece.

Sign in here.

Okay, just be aware that I will be

in the room while you talk to her.

Okay.

Should've taught me how

to make a Molotov cocktail.

I fought

In the old revolution

On the side of the ghost

And the king

Of course I was very young

And I thought

that we were winning

I can't pretend

I still feel very much

like singing

As they carry the bodies away

Into this furnace

I ask you now to venture

You whom I cannot betray

Lately you've started to stutter

As though you had nothing to say

To all of my architects

Let me be traitor

Now let me say

I myself gave the order

To sleep and to search

and to destroy

Into this furnace

I ask you now to venture

You whom I cannot betray

Yes you who are broken by power

You who are absent all day

You who are kings

For the sake of

your children's story

The hand of your beggar

Is burdened down with money

The hand of your lover is clay

Into this furnace

I ask you now to venture

You whom I cannot betray

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