Tiger Within (2020) - full transcript

- Okay, settle down.

Time to get started.

All right, can anybody tell me,

what are the zeros

of each function?

Come on, we've been learning

this for like a week.

Somebody?

Clair?

- The zeros of a given

function F are the solutions

to the equation F x equals zero.

- Now let's

look at problems

with two pairs of brackets.

We can simplify by

regrouping the brackets

and then grouping over here.

- Fuckin' asshole!

- Oh!

- Principal, now!

- This is quite a record.

Your very first day in my

school, and here we are.

Transfers from seven

different schools.

And you have no frustrations?

- Here, yes, yes.

- I think

you can do this now.

- I got this.

That goes there.

- You sure about this?

- Yeah, just do it.

- You want small

letters or caps?

- Uh, caps.

- You're home?

- Hi, Mom.

- How was your

first day at school?

- Good.

- It's a farther bus ride

than your other school,

but maybe at this one,

you'll start fresh, hmm,

make some new friends.

- Sure, don't see why not.

Might even try out

for cheerleading.

- Really?

- Sure, and next, I'll go

out for homecoming queen.

- Don't you want to fit in?

- Mom, I fit in.

I just haven't found the

people I fit in with yet.

- Well, honey, maybe if

you didn't look like that,

it would be easier for

you to make friends, huh?

- I don't want these

kids as friends.

- What's wrong with them?

- Nothing.

Ma, okay, nothing.

- Don't take that.

- Why?

- It's Bill's.

- Really?

I don't see his name anywhere.

- He likes a Coke, first

think in the morning.

- Well, how 'bout I like a

Coke, last thing at night?

- Just put it back, okay?

- Why should I?

- 'Cause I said so.

- How come you always

stick up for him, huh?

Why never me?

- Good night.

- What?

You're afraid if he doesn't

have his Coke in the morning,

he'll hit you again?

- Casey, who I choose as my

boyfriends is my business.

My business alone!

- Fine, we'll have a big blast

when this one splits.

That is, unless you

have enough money

to keep him fed enough to stay.

Let's just hope we don't

run out of money first!

- Casey.

- Marge!

- I know where

you got that from!

- I want this bitch gone, now.

Her or me, Marge, you

fuckin' choose it,

but I'm not puttin' up

with her shit anymore.

I treat you good.

I don't give a fuck

what that tramp says.

- Bill!

Bill.

- What the fuck!

- It means you're cool!

- Yeah!

- Only dead is cool!

- Whatever it is, tell her no.

- Hello.

- Mom, I'm leaving.

I'm not coming home.

- I see.

- Ma, I just can't stand

it, Bill or whatever.

I just don't want to come back.

- Well, maybe that's right.

You always said you

wanted to see California.

Honey, I'm sorry.

I, I didn't mean it like that.

It's just things

are so hard here.

So I've called your father,

and he'll be at the

station to pick you up.

He says he's excited to see you.

- If he's

so excited to see me,

how come I never came to visit?

He never called.

Never nothing.

- Maybe he did in the beginning.

Who remembers?

I mean, he moved on.

He got his own life,

new family, new

everything, so...

- How many kids again?

- Three daughters.

- I love you, Mom.

- Love you, too.

Bye!

- Let's go.

- Dad, I'm hungry.

- Heather, quiet.

I told you we'd be late.

See? And the train

already got here.

- We wouldn't have been late

if you took the 5

like I told you.

You, no, but you

had to take the 101,

when any idiot knows that

the 101 takes forever.

- What a dork!

You know she could've

waited for us, at least.

- Now what am I supposed to do?

- Yeah, maybe she

changed her mind.

She decided not to come.

- Dad, I want a cheeseburger!

- I'm so hungry, please.

- 500,000 more calories.

Okay, we're leaving.

This place sucks.

- After Marge called me and

all, she's not gonna show?

- Look, they probably

got into a fight.

- Can I go to Eva's

house after, as well?

- She probably threatened

to come see you,

and then they patched things

up, and she's still in Ohio.

- You think? Well, I should

at least call, right?

- Eddie, would you

just call from home?

- Okay, you're

right. You're right.

She probably didn't come.

- You know, you have

three kids of your own.

Since when did we become a motel

for other women's children?

Eddie, come on, let's go.

You wanted to watch

the game, right?

Come on.

- Oh yeah, her dad

called this morning.

It's on the machine. I forgot.

- Oh, did he say what he wanted?

- I forget.

Probably just to

say she got there.

But you spoke to her,

so you know that, right?

- Right.

He's blocked well

and tries to cut

through the middle, oh!

- Who are you?

- Nobody much.

My name is Samuel.

- Were you watching me?

- I suppose I was.

- Why?

- Well, I said to

myself, look who's here,

a little girl sleeping.

I wonder if she's lost.

Should I awaken her before I go?

No, I don't think so.

Sit your old bones

down and wait.

- Wait for what?

- To learn your name.

- That's all you want?

- I haven't much interest

in anything else.

- Yeah, I've heard

that shit before.

- Please, please, I don't like

to hear language like that.

So tell me, we were

discussing your name.

- Come on, cut the crap!

If you're looking for

money, I haven't got any.

- Money is not as

interesting as people think.

- It is when you don't have any.

- You don't have any?

But you have a name, no?

- Casey.

- Ah, and

your last name?

- I don't have a last name.

- Interesting.

I've never met anyone

who had no last name.

- Well, then I guess you've

never met anyone before

who hates their parents, huh?

- Would you like another?

- You mean fries?

- Anything.

- I don't want to be greedy.

- When you are hungry,

there's no such word as greedy.

- Um, then can I have

another cheeseburger?

- Lena!

A repeat, if you wouldn't mind.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

What a fat ass.

- It is generally considered

rude to be insulting

to the hand that

brings you your food.

- So? She didn't hear me.

- A thought is as

powerful as a word.

It can affect

longer and stronger.

- Well, if you don't

care what I have to say,

then don't listen to me.

- What do you care about?

- Shit.

- I interpret that to mean

all you care about is feces?

- Don't be an idiot.

- But then I don't understand.

- It means I don't

care about anything.

- Well, that's too bad.

- What's so bad about it?

- Well, if one has so

little purpose in life,

there's no reason to live.

- What do you care about?

- Possibly less than you.

- So why don't you

just kill yourself?

- I never leave a party early.

- You call this crap a party?

- Unfortunately, it's

the only party I have.

Thank you.

So, where are you off to?

- I don't know.

- You're just going to

go off like that, poof?

- You know, it's not like

I'm following your or shit.

I'm just hanging.

- No, no, no, I'm

not judging you.

- Why you gotta talk like that?

- Like what?

- You talk phony-like.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Are you a foreigner?

An illegal immigrant thing?

- I'm a naturalized

American citizen,

just like you.

Some people are just

very fortunate, eh?

Huh?

- I guess. I don't know.

You monster!

- What's their problem?

- You be careful.

You be careful what you-

- What the fuck's

their problem?

- Stop your pointing at her!

- Why you go here?

- You want something?

You talk to me.

- Go away, you stupid!

- Hey, you talk to

me, you hear me!

- What the fuck's their problem?

- They were unhappy

about the swastika.

- My what?

- The swastika on your back.

- What about it?

- It's something they

associate with Adolf Hitler.

- That sign on my back,

that just means fuck off.

- Yeah, there are a lot

of people who disagree

with that interpretation.

- And why do they

wear those beanies?

- As a reminder.

- A reminder of what?

- That God is above all.

- Is this where you live?

- You'll grow accustomed to it.

The offer still stands.

- You mean I can just take

a bath here, and that's it?

- What else would there be?

- No monkey stuff?

- First, you flatter an old man.

Second, I invite you as a

guest, not a prostitute.

Let me go get my mail.

Where are you?

This is home.

Come!

- Wow, it's nice in here.

How long have you lived here?

- A long time.

Here.

Let me show you the bedroom.

There, you can get

yourself cleaned up.

Ah.

- Hey.

- You drink coffee, huh?

There's a drawer under the sink.

It's got a new toothbrush.

I'll keep your coffee warm.

Get a chair, in the closet there

Come on, come on.

The food is getting cold.

- Was that you in the

picture over the sink?

- It is.

- Who's the lady?

- That was Rhea.

- Who's that?

- My wife.

- Oh yeah, what happened?

You divorce her?

- Never.

She's dead.

- Oh, um, shit, sorry.

- Coffee?

- Yeah.

She, she looked pretty.

- Rhea?

Nah, pretty?

She was beautiful.

- How'd she die?

- Step by step.

- Oh.

- How did you meet her?

- In Germany.

- Oh, really, you lived there?

- Well, it's not

easy to live there,

not as possible

as you may think.

- What's that mean?

- Nazis make bad company.

- Did you fight with them?

- They fought with me.

What is funny, eh?

- The whole six

million dead Jew shit.

- What?

- That's not true.

- Oh, really?

- They just made it up,

'cause Jews are liars.

- How do you know that?

- My mom told me.

- Oh, your mom told you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm, boy.

- When I first heard about it,

I was like how gross, you know?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- Like burning people.

- Yeah?

- Making lampshades

out of their skin.

- Oh yes, yes!

- So then, I thought how gross.

- Mm-hmm.

- Right, so I told my mom

what the teacher said.

- Mm-hmm.

- And she set me straight.

- How'd she do that?

- She was like, yeah, some

Jews died, like any war,

but six mil, no way.

- Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you

a little something.

Your mom is wrong.

I was almost one

of the six million.

- You're a Jew?

- You're so shocked?

- Uh, I've never, I've

never spoken to one before.

- So this is a red letter

day for you, isn't it, huh?

Whoop-de-doo!

- Do you want me to clean up?

- No, no, no, no, you are guest.

I'll do the cleaning up.

- Yeah, well, when

people say that,

they don't usually mean it.

- Well, when I say it,

you could be sure I mean it.

- Uh, so I guess I'll split.

- Why?

- Thanks, you know, for the

bath and the food and stuff.

- Hey, anytime you want

a bath, you're welcome.

- Were those two babies

in the picture your kids?

- They are.

- Where do they live?

- They don't.

- You mean they died?

- Yes.

- An accident or something?

- Ah, I suppose Jewish twins

could be called an accident,

especially if it's during a war.

- Well, well,

take it easy, okay.

- What?

- Take it light.

- What does that mean?

- Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Yeah, understood.

Bedbugs bite.

- Hey!

- Hey.

- Uh, how much?

- Uh, 50.

- 40?

- 45 now, or forget it.

- Okay, Jesus.

And turn that shit off.

Oh, of course.

And I'll let you

finish this part.

Let's get this party

started, right now.

Okay.

- Hey!

Hey!

- Oh shit!

- Give that back,

you bastards! Hey!

- Casey!

Casey!

- Come on!

- Fuck you little fuckers.

I mean, it's not like

I like it or anything,

the massage stuff

and everything.

It's just that,

'cause of my age,

I can't get working papers

without my parents signing off,

and like, since I,

obviously, I can't do that,

what else was I supposed to do?

I mean, the only jobs they

had are some immigrant crap,

but the guys wanted me

to fuck 'em anyways,

so I figured, hey,

like this is better,

and I only have to use my hand.

And the way I look at it,

Arabs wipe their ass with

their left hand anyways.

Oh, shit.

I know that hurt.

- Well, it certainly

didn't feel good.

- I guess we do have

something in common.

- Oh?

- Hm.

- What is the significance

of that slogan?

- I always know that

I said it first,

even if they think

they said it first.

I know I did.

- Hmm.

So how does Christmas in

Los Angeles feel to you?

- Um, it sucks.

- Hmm.

- Just like every

other Christmas.

- Uh-huh.

- But I guess it's better here,

'cause I don't have

stupid cornball gifts.

- Well, who gives you

these cornball gifts?

- My mom.

- Ah.

- And whatever stupid ass

boyfriend she has at the time.

Like, one year, I remember,

I heard my mom tell her

boyfriend to get me a gift.

She gave him 20 bucks,

and he ended up blowing

the money on himself.

- Oh.

- I opened the

present, next morning,

and it was bubble bath

from her bathroom.

- Oh my God.

- You have any cool family

traditions you do for Christmas?

- No, it's, uh, a

normal day to me.

I have no family.

- None?

- None.

- They all died on you?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Left you to carry

this shit alone?

- I thought that was

rather rude of them myself.

Mm-hmm.

- Any kids?

- Two.

- How old?

- Pamela's

your age. She's 21.

David's 15.

- Why aren't you with

them on Christmas?

- Hey, is this a massage

or a therapy session?

- I just thought you

might've wanted to talk,

for a while, first.

- We're not dating.

This is a one-off, right?

- I know.

It's just, um, kind of hard

for some guys to say

that they want to talk,

so then they come here,

but, you know, then-

- I'm not very good

at conversation,

especially not with my kids.

- Have you tried?

- I try.

I try at home. I

try with my wife.

I try with my kids.

I try all the time.

I'm sick of trying.

But here I am. I have to try.

Merry Christmas.

- Uh, yeah, uh, merry Christmas.

- SOCO operator.

- Collect from Casey.

Unless a guy answers,

then hang up.

- Hello?

- Collect

call from Casey.

Do you accept?

- Yes, yes, yes, I will.

Casey?

- Mom.

- Honey, I was

hoping you'd call today.

You know, today's the first

Christmas we ever spent

apart from each other.

- Yeah, I know, oh,

merry Christmas.

- You haven't called

in three weeks.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything is great.

Um, Dad, he took me

shopping, to, to The Grove.

He said I could get anything.

- What'd you get?

- I got, uh, two pairs

of designer jeans,

one with rips in 'em,

you know, the cool kind,

and one super

skinny and stretchy.

- Isn't that great?

And school?

- There's no school,

right now, Mom.

It's Christmas break.

- Right.

Did you have midterms?

- Yeah, aced them all.

- Casey!

You know, I was, I was worried

that maybe this wasn't the right

thing for you, but I think,

I think sending you to Los

Angeles was the right move.

- Yeah, uh, sure.

Well, um, listen, um,

I, I know this is

a lot of money,

long distance and

everything, so, um, I just,

and I'm really sorry

about breaking the phone,

so I just wanted to

say merry Christmas,

and I'll call you later, okay.

- Okay, honey, just,

um, just one more thing.

Did you make those, uh,

those apple pies like I

taught you to, for dinner?

- Yes, I made all three of them,

apple, strawberry, and pumpkin.

- Well,

that'll go over big.

- Yeah,

um, I love you, Mom.

- Love you too.

- Bye.

- I thought it would be

nice if you had some company

on your first

Christmas Eve in L.A.

- Thank you.

- All right.

- I didn't get you anything.

- Well, if you'll have

dinner with me, tonight,

that will be present enough.

- You're cooking?

- I don't think the

experts would call it cooking.

But I can guarantee

you plenty of food.

I hope you like it.

- Yeah.

But, um, why'd you

get me something

when you knew I didn't

get you anything?

- What does one

thing have to do with another?

- You think it's just okay

to get someone

something, like a gift,

and not expect anything from it?

- Yes, and that's the

way it should be, always.

- It's cool.

- Yeah.

- But, um, what is it?

- It's a necklace, of course,

but it's a heart.

- Yeah, but why is it a heart?

- Well, you have one, don't you?

- Doesn't everybody?

- No.

Aren't you going to put it on?

- Uh, I think I'm just gonna

hold it for a while, okay?

- It certainly is.

So you didn't hear

from your father

after you saw him at

the train station?

- Nah.

- Hmm.

And your mother still believes

that you are living

with your father?

- She pretends she does,

so she doesn't have to deal,

so she can pretend

everything's hunky-dorky groovy

and just stick to her lame shit.

- You know where he lives?

- Yeah, some shit

end of The Valley.

- You have the address?

- Yeah, so?

- Maybe you should

be his Christmas

present, tomorrow, huh?

Are you afraid of going?

- I'm not afraid of shit?

- Everybody's

afraid of something.

- Yeah, well, not me.

- Ah, my goodness.

- Okay, so what if I

was scared of going?

- Uh-huh.

- Like, scared of how he

would act or something?

- Then I would

embrace the tiger.

- Huh?

- It's a Chinese

saying for learning

to love our fears, our demons.

- What for?

- Taking the tiger within us

and becoming its master

so that you are in

control of them,

and they, not you.

- What bullshit!

- Perhaps, but it works.

- So you're saying you're

scared of something,

and then after this

tiger thing, you're not?

- Somewhat like that, yes.

- Of what?

What could you

possibly be scared of?

- Of you.

- Me?

- Of your ignorance.

And not just your ignorance,

but the ignorance all

over in the world.

- I got it!

- Is this Eddie Miller's house?

- Yeah.

- Can you tell him Casey's here?

- Who?

- Casey.

- Dad!

Dad!

- What?

- Dad, she's here!

- Who's here.

- That girl.

- Hi, can I help you?

- I, I would've

brought something.

I didn't know I was coming

until I actually got here.

- You sure you're

at the right place?

Who are you looking for?

- I'm Casey.

- Eddie!

Come on, it's getting cold.

- Ah, come on in.

Um...

Okay.

Everyone, this is Casey,

my, uh, my daughter.

Casey, this, this

is my wife, Linda.

My daughters Zoe, Heather,

and Stephie, who you met before.

Are you hungry, Casey?

I'll get you a chair.

We could, uh, all

just maybe move down.

- Hi.

Okay.

Hi.

Thanks.

- So how ya been?

- Good.

- Uh-huh.

- What grade are you in?

- Ninth, maybe.

Mm, the food's real good.

- Hmm, thank you.

- And, and your mom,

how's she doing?

Is she good, too?

- Yeah.

She's good.

- Do you always dress like that?

- Like what?

- Do I have to share

a room with her?

- Dad, I just got a new room.

I'm not sharing it, and

I'm not giving it up.

- I will.

Do you like hide and seek?

- Mom.

- Girls, it'll

get handled, okay?

So, Casey, this is quite a

surprise, after all this time.

What made you change

your mind about coming?

- Um,

something about a tiger.

- Hey, looks like we're

having a little slumber party.

- I still get to keep

the top, don't I?

- Uh, no prob.

- Uh, so do you want to borrow

a pair of Zoe's pajamas?

- Nah, I'm good, thanks.

- Okay, well, then I will

leave you girls to it.

Good night, princess.

Good night, Casey.

I'll see you in

the morning then.

- You know, my mom told me.

- Told you what?

- All about your mom,

how she's drunk and a weirdo,

also how she got

arrested for DPI.

- DUI.

- Whatever.

She also once went

to welfare and-

- How old are you?

- 13.

- Oh, too bad, you won't

know until you're 14.

- Know what?

- How to shut the fuck up.

- You saw the girl.

She's trash.

Do you have any idea what kind

of influence she's

gonna have on our girls?

- She's a kid.

- Yes, she's a bad kid.

You can see it

all over her face.

- Oh, come on, you

can't see shit.

- Eddie,

there is no way that

that girl will fit in

here with our lives,

no way, no how.

Besides, you've

never even been sure

that she's yours anyway, right?

- Her mother wasn't sure.

- Yeah, well,

she doesn't look like you.

- But I think she's mine.

- She doesn't look like you.

- I think she does.

- She's not even cute.

- Oh!

- Wait, wait, wait.

Are you gonna tell me

that you think she's cute?

- She's my daughter.

What am I supposed to think?

- If you saw her on the street,

would you think she's cute?

- My God.

Maybe, I mean if she cleaned up.

- Just like that

mother was a tramp,

she's got tramp

written all over her.

I want you to tell her tomorrow

that she can't live with us.

She's trash.

- You think

it's just okay

to get someone

something, like a gift,

and not expect anything?

- Yes, and that's

the way it should be.

- Yeah, but why is it a heart?

Open up!

Open up!

Open!

- I'm coming!

I'm getting dressed.

Wait.

Hold your horses.

Don't be silly.

- Open up!

- I'm opening up.

What's wrong with you?

- I hate you!

- What? What did I do?

- I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you for

making me fucking go!

- I didn't make you.

- I hate you!

I hate you!

- No, no.

- Fuck you, fuck you!

- No, no, no.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you, fuck you

for making me go!

Fuck you!

- What's wrong with you?

Why are you doing this?

Come here.

Come here.

What's wrong?

Come here.

Come here.

My poor baby.

- He still doesn't want me.

- Poor little girl.

- She said I was ugly.

- Oh, stop it. You're beautiful.

You're the pleasure

in my life, right now.

Don't you know that?

The world will see

your beauty, too.

You're up?

- Uh-huh.

- How are you feeling?

- Okay.

- Some nourishment for you.

- Thank you.

- Casey,

I learned

little from the Nazis,

but this I did learn.

Sometimes, we get taken

away from our families,

as we both are cases,

but then we get opportunities

to pick a new family.

- What's that mean?

- We could be family

to each other.

- What for?

- What for?

So, so what happened?

You got something better to do?

- No, but you can't

just make a family.

- No?

- You're born with

one, like it or not.

- And I believe that

if you don't like

what the cards tell you,

you can ask for new cards.

- Me?

Out of all the cards

in the world, why me?

- I choose you, and

I hope you choose me.

- You're nuts.

What for?

- 'Cause I never had a

chance to teach either

of my daughters

how to be a lady.

- Oh, I get it.

You want me to stop

getting piercings

and stop saying fuck and wear

stupid, little white dresses?

- Wrong.

Even if you did

all those things,

there'd be no guarantee

that you'd be a lady.

- If you think you're

gonna change me,

you can forget about it,

because this is it.

Okay, plenty has

tried before you,

and look where it's gotten them.

- Oh, oh.

- Shit.

- Are your bags all packed?

Huh?

How many bags you got?

- None.

- None, huh?

Okay.

- Hold on.

If I move in,

what's the strings?

- Only two.

- I knew it.

Handjobs and blowjobs.

- Don't you ever

talk like that again.

Don't you even think it.

Do you hear me?

- Yeah.

So what are the two things?

- You take the swastika

off your jacket.

You go back to school.

Think of this as your room.

- You're just gonna

give me your bed?

- I'll give you time

to think about it.

Think it over.

- Yeah?

- Better?

- Yeah. Thank you.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

You the lady we're

supposed to talk to?

- Full name, please.

- Casey.

- Last name.

- I never use it.

- Nonetheless,

it's necessary.

- Casey Miller.

- And you're her legal guardian?

- Casey is in my care.

- So who's

her legal guardian?

- Her mother.

- I'm afraid she'll have to

sign you legal guardianship.

- Why the fuck should it matter

what that bitch says or thinks?

- Casey!

Shh!

What if she doesn't

sign anything?

- Well, Casey is

considered a minor,

and she'll be assigned over

to juvenile authorities.

- I see.

- And I fucking don't.

- Casey.

Yes, thank you. Yes, thank you.

Casey!

- Fine, I won't

fucking go to school.

Fine by me!

- That's now what

our agreement was.

- Okay, you heard her.

I'm not the one

saying I can't go.

It's her.

Fuck her!

- We heard what the

school's terms were.

We can meet them.

- Oh, okay, yeah, like how?

- We'll go get permission

from your mother.

- That old man gets it up?

- Bill, would you shut up?

- Look, she's your daughter.

What do I care?

Do what you want.

- I'm asking your opinion.

- A Jew?

Sure, if she can't find any

niggers to shack up with,

she'll be fine.

- Hey, I'm sorry.

- For what?

- For the crap they're saying.

- Well, it's a pleasure

to meet both of you.

- So, Ma, um, Samuel

wants me to live with him,

and the school just needs

your signature for me to go.

- What?

You get paid or

something for this?

Some kind of foster shit thing?

- I, I, I, I am not paid.

- Then what's the deal?

- Well, I,

I enjoy Casey's company.

And I believe that

she enjoys mine.

- Yeah.

What's the real deal?

- Okay, Bill, I'll

handle this, okay?

As you can imagine,

I was very upset

to hear that Casey has not been

with her father.

- Bullshit!

You'd have to be

dead in the water

to know I wasn't living there.

- I trusted you.

- Fuck, you trusted me.

You only trust me when it's

what you want to believe,

just like always.

As long as I said I

was going to school,

you didn't fucking

care what I did,

as long as I said I was going.

So you could just relax

with it and be all fine.

- Shut that fuckin'

trap of yours,

before I come over there

and fuckin' shut it for you.

- Okay, be quiet.

- You gonna hit me?

You think I'll stand

for it, like my mom?

Well, dream on, you fuck!

And when you go to sleep,

I'll goddamn kill you.

- Walk out of this. Stop that.

- You get 'em out of this house!

- Casey!

You want to live with this man?

- You got something

better to offer?

What a raw deal.

- There are worse.

- What's the real reason you

want me to live with you?

- A promise I made.

- To who?

- My wife.

- What'd you promise?

- To stop hating.

- Hating who?

- Everyone but her.

And when she was dead, there

was no one left not to hate.

- How come you didn't hate me?

- I did.

- You did?

- Mm.

Believe me, you're not as

easy to like as you may think.

- Oh.

Well, then what happened?

- God presented me

with a challenge,

that day at the graveyard.

If I could learn to forgive you,

a child with a swastika,

then perhaps I could

learn to forgive all,

before I died.

- Wow, heavy shit, man.

- Yeah, heavy shit.

- You think your wife

would've liked me?

- What's not to like?

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, no, no, that's my fault.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Uh-

- My fault.

- Uh, thanks.

- Make any friends at school?

- No.

- Ah, okay.

- But I didn't make

any enemies, either.

- Oh, that's good.

What'd you learn

at school, today?

- Uh, algebra.

- Ah.

- I hate it.

All these stupid a's and

b's and c's and d's crap,

like where am I gonna use that?

Plus, isn't that what

calculators are for?

- Hmm, algebra doesn't teach

you how to add and subtract.

It teaches you how to think.

- So in discussing Diane

Arbus' photographs,

what can one understand

about her suicide?

I expect more hands

to go up here.

Anybody?

Casey.

- Um, I think Diane

killed herself,

'cause God could only

understand her if she was dead.

- Hm, can you expand on that?

- Well, you take a person

like her, like Diane,

and she only likes

people that were ugly,

you know, ugly in comparison

to pretty people and stuff.

And because she thought

that the ugly people

were really beautiful,

she thought that inside

she was also ugly.

So, you know, since

everyone thinks midgets

and stuff are ugly,

except for God,

Diane wanted to be beautiful,

and only God would think so.

- I see.

- Can I ask you something?

- Of course.

- Do you think these people,

these photographers,

are born different?

- What do you mean

by born different?

- I don't know.

Like, do you think God gave

them an extra gift or something,

so they can show people

what stuff look like?

- No.

I think God gives

everybody the same gifts.

Most people just

don't unwrap the gift.

- You headin' to church?

- Yes, to temple.

- Oh yeah, I keep forgetting

the difference.

- Yeah, so should everybody.

I left some dollars

on the counter

for you to go to the market.

- These?

- Yeah.

- Okay, thanks.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I saw you go in, so I, uh-

- Came in?

- Yeah, but, you know, I,

I also like books

too, so.

- I like books.

- Do you, do you

need me to take that?

I can.

- Uh, no, I got it.

- Well, probably, but, you know,

I can do it easier, so let me.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Um,

do you, do you like pizza?

- I don't know.

- You don't know

if you like pizza?

- I, I don't know.

- Oh.

- I like pizza.

- Who was that?

- Nobody.

- He's a good-looking nobody.

- I can't.

- Can't what?

- You know, with, with,

with him, I can't.

- You can't what? Go out?

- I've never

been on a date before.

- What about the...

- You mean the massage thing?

- Yeah.

- That wasn't a date date.

That was a job.

- Oh, well then, it

looks like you're about

to go out on your first date.

- No.

- Yeah, why not?

- No way.

No, that is not happening.

- Why not?

- What if I vomit?

- Why would you vomit?

- Nerves.

- What's there to

be nervous about?

- 'Cause of everything.

- Name one thing.

- I'm ugly.

- Yeah? Who says you're ugly?

- Everyone.

- Well, everyone is wrong.

- That's stupid.

Everyone can't be wrong.

- Oh, I can remember

a time in the world

when everyone was wrong.

How does it look?

- I don't know.

- Can I see?

- Not yet.

- Will your granddaughter

be taking the dress?

- She is not my granddaughter.

What are you doing?

- Hmm?

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm just

lookin' around.

- Ah.

What's your name?

- Tony.

- Tony, huh?

- Yeah.

- Sit down!

- Oh.

- What are you

walkin' around for?

- Just lookin', sorry.

- Yeah.

- So, um, have you

lived here long?

- Long.

- Yeah, yeah, it

seems like that.

So, um, you know, do you

think she'll be out soon?

- I don't see why not.

Yeah.

- Okay, good.

- She's nervous, you know.

- About what?

- You.

- Well, why is that?

- Well, she's not up on all

the so-called social skills.

- Well, I never thought about

her as socially anything.

I, I mean, I didn't

think about that.

- So why you interested in her?

- I mean, she's weird.

- That's all?

- She's weird, and she's cute.

- That's nice.

- I mean, I think that's as good

as a reason as any, don't you?

- Well, I've heard

better reasons.

I've certainly heard worse.

- And I've done worse, too.

- What?

- Um, I mean, I've

done worse, too,

but you don't gotta worry.

- I better not worry.

- Yeah,

not, not this time.

- Why don't I go see

what's keeping her?

What do you think? Help me up.

- Oh, okay, yes.

- Take this first.

- You want me to grab

the cane, okay.

- Yeah, then help me up.

- Here, let me put that,

right here.

- Both hands.

- Okay.

One, two, three.

You good?

- Not bad.

- Okay.

- Casey, you must come out.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- I look like a freak.

- You look beautiful.

- You're lying.

- I'd never lie.

- Okay, just, just,

just give me a few minutes.

- She's just freshening up.

- Okay.

Wow.

You look, um,

you look beautiful.

You look great.

So the bottom line is,

I've been seeing you

around at school,

and I know that you're new,

and I see that you don't

have much friends in the way,

so I figured that makes

my odds pretty good.

- What do you mean by odds?

- You know, the chance that

you'll be able to talk to me.

The less people that

you have to talk to,

the greater my chances

are of you talking to me.

- You must have

a lot of friends.

- I've got, uh,

I got plenty.

But at the same time,

I kinda got squat.

- Yeah, friends are

a kinda hard thing.

- You?

Do you have a best friend?

- Yeah.

Samuel.

- Samuel?

The old guy?

- Come on, he's not that old.

He's not.

- Okay.

- Good night.

- He seems like a nice boy.

- Yeah, he's nice.

- Well, I think we have

to talk about something.

- Talk about what?

- We'll talk about it

tomorrow, all right?

Good night.

- Good night.

- Casey

has some questions.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

Ask the lady.

- No.

- Hey, she better get

her ass back in here,

before they shut us down.

- What was that about?

- Nothing.

What makes you think

you know everything?

- Listen, are you capable

of taking care of a child?

I am not. I am too old

to raise an infant.

- What makes you think

I'm gonna have a kid?

- I saw the way you

looked at that young man,

and I saw the way

he looked at you.

- So?

- So, either you

protect yourself,

or you'll get pregnant.

- Okay, what if I

just don't do any of,

you know, those things?

- Then that would be very good.

- Good.

- Good, very good.

- And don't say you're too old.

I hate that shit.

- Ah, come on.

- Do you miss it?

- What?

- Sex.

- Oh, only when I

think of my wife.

- How often is that?

- Not often.

Just every minute of every hour

of every day, not often.

My, my, my.

I've got another smooch here.

You hear the birds?

It's spring, and

they're singing my song to you.

It says I love you.

I love you so much.

God love you. I love you.

- How many wars do you

think there have been?

- What, in history, or

whatever we know of history?

I don't know.

10,000, maybe

250,000, lots of them.

- That's stupid.

- Of course.

- Why don't they

just talk about it

or like flip a

coin or something?

- You don't understand

mankind, do you?

- Man is generated by greed.

He makes wars on what

he thinks he needs,

but actually, it's

what he wants.

And if he wants them, then

he manufactures the need.

It's stupid. It's selfish.

It's wrong.

And no matter what kind

of flowery justification

they may give it,

it's evil, wars,

holocausts, you name it.

Not like the animals.

Now the elephant,

he sees a banana grove he

wants, okay, he takes it.

Yeah, but he doesn't

know anything

about lines of mark

or demarcation,

ownership, property.

And if I was

creating a new world,

I would say to

hell with this one,

except for the fact that,

if there's a new world out

there beyond the stars,

what if there's no elephants?

That would be tragic.

- Wait.

Hey, did I embarrass you?

I'm a jerk.

- No, you're not.

- I wish

I understood you.

- So you've never

been to the beach?

- Never.

- No beach?

- No.

- Not even a little bit?

- They don't have

beaches in Ohio.

- What do they have?

- Nothing, really,

I mean, nothing for me, anyway.

If you had to die, which

way would you choose?

Drop out of a plane,

drown in the ocean,

or shot in the head?

- Why are you so morbid?

- Beats me.

So which way would

you rather die?

- If I had to?

- Yup.

- None of those ways.

- Then how?

- By kissing you for so long

that I run out of

breath, and I die.

- I, I, I, I've never,

never been kissed before.

- Can I kiss you

on the forehead?

- Sure, yeah.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

- Why?

No, don't, it's fine. It's fine.

- It's ugly.

- Well, maybe it was,

but it's not anymore.

- Okay, and why is that?

- Because it's you.

Where'd you go?

- Thinking.

- Yeah, about what?

- How long you're

gonna like me for?

- Well, who says I'm gonna stop?

- You will.

- Well, why is that?

- Once you find out.

- Find out what?

- Who I am?

- Casey, you think

you're the only one

that has shit stuck inside?

- Maybe.

- Well, maybe

nothin', all right?

Most of the people I

know, they're all shit.

But if you're only half shit,

then you're doing

aces, in my book.

- You don't think

I'm mostly shit?

- On the shit scale,

you're less than half.

- Hey!

What are you doing down there?

Has security seen you?

Oh my God.

My God, how dare you!

- What's the matter, Jew?

You scared?

- No, no, I've seen your

kind all over the world.

I'm, I'm not scared of you

or you or you.

You're like children.

You're like mad,

little children.

How dare you do

this to our school!

How dare you!

I'm gonna report you,

and I hope to hell they

throw your asses in jail.

- Aw!

- I'll see that you'll

never do this again,

I'll tell you.

- That's right.

You walk away.

- You'll never do this again.

- You have a great day.

Walk away, old man.

- Yeah, go to hell.

Security!

Security!

There are gorillas running

around loose in the streets.

America, where is your freedom?

Where is your lack

of prejudice, intolerance?

America, I'm speaking to you.

Security!

- This is payback!

Fuck you!

Get this, baby, get this!

See, see how it goes,

you goddamned Jew

Fuck you!

That's right!

Fuck with us!

Piece of shit!

- Fuck you, whoever did this.

Just fuck you!

Go away!

- Casey.

- Go away!

- Casey, come on, it's me.

- Go away, I said.

Just get the fuck away!

I don't want you here.

- Please, don't shut me out.

- Get the fuck out! Just go!

- Casey, I'm not your enemy.

I'm on your side.

- Get the fuck

out! Just go, okay?

- Look, Casey, you need me,

and I need you.

So just please open up.

- Get the

fuck out! Just go!

- Well, he's regained

consciousness,

but with a ruptured spleen,

a fractured fourth vertebrae,

I don't really hold much hope.

- What's that mean?

- Sorry, are you a relative?

- He's my only family.

- Well, he comes in and out,

but he can still hear you.

- I brought her flowers.

I figured she might know you

were sick and everything,

so I took the

flowers to her grave.

That way, she'd

think it was you.

- Casey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You hungry?

I know the food here must suck.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, the food does suck.

- Make any friends?

- I, I, uh,

I met a couple of cute nurses.

- Should've been me.

- What?

- Those punks who banged you,

it should've been me,

once doing the banging

for no fucking reason

other than to bang.

- Maybe, but not now.

- You're going to

die, aren't you?

- With any luck, I do.

- But you can't,

okay? You can't.

- Well, it's time already.

I want to.

- And what about me?

- You've been dead

too many years.

Just start to live.

- I can't do it alone.

- You can.

- How?

- By embracing the tiger.

- All right, so, uh,

what are you guys planning

on doing after school?

- Probably...

- Can I, can I talk

to you guys later?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you go ahead.

- All right.

Casey!

Casey, where the

fuck have you been?

- Around.

- What kind of answer is that?

- Samuel's dead.

- I know.

Okay, and I am so sorry.

- Easy come, easy go, huh?

- Why don't you answer

your door when I come by,

or, or, or the phone?

- Why bother?

- You know, Casey, Samuel

may be dead, but you're not.

- Yeah, see ya.

- You know, watch out

that the shit part

don't take you over.

It's got a habit of doing that.

- Look, if you

want to stay, pay the rent!

- He said, you know,

when he talked about,

but, you know, he didn't

talk about it all the time,

just here and there and stuff,

but you know what he

said that surprised me,

really surprised me?

He said that I wasn't

the only one getting hurt

by this stuff, you know?

It was also the guy that-

- Hey, watch it.

Don't get any oil on my shoes.

- Sorry.

He would say that it was as

bad for me as it was for you,

and sometimes, even

worse than you.

- How 'bout a little

bit less with the mouth

and a little bit

more with the hand?

- And he said that

for you to cum,

you could get over me, but

I could just wash my hands,

and you would still be there.

You would be full of shame.

Shame would be on

your mind forever.

- Man!

- Samuel's watching.

Samuel's watching me.

He's always watching.

- Oh man.

- Be brave.

Embracing the tiger.

- Through wars, through

famine, through holocaust even,

art continues, always.

Art will grow and

always continue.

Why is this?

Class?

Because as human beings,

we have a powerful

need, don't we?

A powerful need to create

what we feel, what we touch,

what we see, what

we hear, what we...

Casey!

Hey, won't you come join us?

- Roar!

Tiger for yes.