(GUITAR STRUMMING)
Don't jump in the pool.
The water we put in next week for the summer.
MALE REPORTER ON TV: ...in South Vietnam ground war.
The U.S. command reports148 Americans killed in the war last week,
the lowest weekly figure in six months. 1,612 Americans were...
FEMALE REPORTER ON TV: ... they barely look like they've been warned.
MALE REPORTER 2 ON TV: There was exchange of fire south of
the Sea of Galilee and across the Suez Canal.
These exchanges and raids are now a daily part of Israeli life,
and the country is prepared for anything.
NBC news correspondent, David Burrington, reports.
MALE REPORTER 3: In spite of all the border turmoil,
Israeli intelligenceofficers do not expect all-out war this summer
unless the Arab nations get reckless.
And that's the main worry here,
that Arab frustration will suddenly explode...
(COMMERCIAL PLAYING)
MALE REPORTER 4: In a day of intensive activity,
Captain Neil Armstrong and his crew
entered the final phase of preparations
for the July 16th launch of Apollo 11.
(DINGING) NASA officials report
that the third and final day of launching pad tests proceeded smoothly,
while inside the training center,
the astronauts performed simulated moon walksin their space suits.
What? Excuse me. I can't possibly stay.
This establishment isn't fit for human habitation.
Fine, go. Yes, well, here's your key.
It didn't fit the lock, but the door was open in any case.
You went into the room? I did, yes.
And now I must insist on you returning my $8.
After you already used the room?
What kind of scam are you running?
And besides...
Well, this is ridiculous!
The so-called air conditioner was just
an empty plastic box in the window.
The room was filthy. Indeed, I discovered a small hair on the pillow.
There wasn't even a towel in the bathroom.
ELLIOT: Ma. What?
Please, we're late already.
My son, thank God you're here.
This man is threatening me for a refund!
I'm sorry. You're over $5,000 in arrears on the mortgage.
The home office is breathing down my neck.
Mr. Spiers, the El Monaco Resort...
It's a resort now?
...and Motel is my parents' lifeblood.
With the addition of the swimming pool
and these new town-wide marketing initiatives...
Initiatives?
As you know, I have been elected the President
of the Bethel Chamber of Commerce.
The youngest president in their history.
We've decided to erect a tourist information booth, right off 17B.
I have agreed, on behalf of the El Monaco,
to lease at no cost some road frontage to the endeavor,
which should coincidentally drive heavy tourist traffic right to our door.
In addition... Please, Elliot,
you know I do everything I can to help.
We even bought one of your paintings.
But don't try to sell me on those singles weekends
or the culture festival or whatever other schemes
were supposed to dig you out last summer.
We've decided to go classical with the festival this year,
maybe a string quartet, more contemporary, like Morton Feldman?
Very avant-garde. And we've got a theater troupe in the barn.
You have a theater troupe in the barn?
The Earthlight Players. Vassar graduates, some of them.
They live in the barn?
They do everything in the barn.
ELLIOT: You haven't seen the sign? What sign?
The sign in front of the barn.
Mr. Spiers, my God, please. We come here, begging,
begging for mercy, and what do you give us?
This fixation about the barn. What is it with you and the barn?
I was just... I'm an old woman, Mr. Spiers. I've suffered.
I walked here all the way from Minsk, in Russia,
in 20-foot snow drifts, 1,000 miles across Siberia.
I escaped the pogroms, the Tsar's secret police,
with nothing but cold potatoes in my pockets.
Mrs. Teichberg, please... And for what?
For more persecution! It's because we're Jewish.
I know it, isn't it? Mrs. Teichberg, please.
This is the Catskills.
Half the summer colonies are Jewish, they're all our clients.
Until the day they need you, and then on goes the gas!
ELLIOT: Ma, calm down, please?
Jackson, just give us a couple of months.
The summer season's coming up, I honestly do have some real money
owed me from my interior design business in the city.
Please?
WOMAN ON PA: Mother-son ballroom class will start immediately after, at 11:00.
That's kinder-dancing for the kiddies in 10 minutes.
Dad, you gotta get Ma to lay off
the Nazi stuff and let me handle this.
You think I can tell your mother what to do?
I gotta get back to the city. I'll see you Friday.
We'll get the money.
Let them take this miserable dump.
I'll die in peace, in Florida.
Mr. Tiber. George.
I admitted your sister some time ago. Thanks.
And some gentlemen from the moving company.
Oh, yeah.
There you are. Hi, Sis.
How did it go at the bank?
How do you think it went? Till the end of the summer, that's it.
What about the money those mobsters owe you
for that nightclub you designed?
They have a surprisingly strict policy about paying designers.
They don't.
(SlGHS) You want some more paintings?
No, I already have 10 of them. And you know Joe hates them.
Of course you're broke,
after all the money you've sunk into that hellhole of theirs.
And I bet Ma's never even said a word of thanks, has she?
No, but I can sense it.
The special way she sometimes looks at me
with just her left eye, you know.
Elliot. Now is your time
to go to California like you've always wanted,
to paint and design. Be free, stop throwing your life away up there.
I can't give up on them now. Why not?
I'm the one they still want around.
I guess that means they love me more than you.
That must be a great consolation to you.
Dad, that's bleach for laundry.
It kills the germs. What's the difference?
Elli? What? What are you doing with those sheets?
They're dirty. Let me see. Nothing.
Those two, they didn't do nothing in there. Shake them, put them back.
But, Ma... Electricity, detergent,
who's paying for all that?
And you, theater girl, get back in the barn!
All of you!
Lazy people.
Let's call to order. Come on, everyone.
Last meeting, we all said we'd each bring some new ideas to the table.
Well, okay.
We got a lot of dairy farms around here, right?
And a fair number of bulls.
Okay, you've all heard of the running
of the bulls in that town in Spain,
Pampoona. Pamplona.
Well, no one's doing one in the Catskills.
Seems to be a big draw over there.
It would be very amusing to see all those Jews
from Levitsky's summer colony,
you know, the ones with the black top hats and the curls,
running for their lives chased by our local livestock.
Wouldn't that be a wonderful sight!
(ANNlE CHUCKLES)
We're writing it all down.
Any other ideas? What about the monorail?
Marge, you can't bring that up in every meeting.
I've written to the Governor,
but I think a letter from the entire Chamber of Commerce
would be much more effective.
A monorail linking downtown New York to White Lake
would be a tremendous spur to the local economy.
Jesus. Look, people, I said I would come back to these meetings
if you could stay out of cuckoo land, just once.
We have some serious local issues, serious business to do.
Such as?
For starters,
I need a permit for the town landing
for a fish-toss tournament next month.
I knew it. I knew it. You're just back here for your own purposes.
Now, come on, Marge. All right, let's see the application.
I got it here.
Yeah, that's all in order. $1.
Here you go.
And I've got my application for our annual
El Monaco summer music and art event,
which will also inaugurate the first season
of the tourist information kiosk.
Annie, if your grandson and his friends want to play again this year,
tell them to give me a call.
Okay.
Do I hear a motion to approve these permits?
I so move. Okay. Seconded?
Seconded?
Oh, for crying out loud, seconded.
Good night. Good night.
Good night, Annie. Night, Elliot.
MAN: See you, Elliot.
Bye, everyone. CAROL: Night, Elliot.
Good night, Carol. Fuck! Fuck! Take him down, motherfuckers!
Jesus! DAN: Billy, get back in the car.
What? Back in the car.
Hey, Billy, you're back. That's great.
Yeah.
Staying with big brother Dan and his beautiful wife Carol here
till I get my own pad.
Yeah, 'cause little brother Billy
made a tiny little pit stop in Bangkok
and blew all his Army pay. Didn't he, Billy?
Bangkok, man. Fucking Bangkok.
Come on, we gotta go.
Great seeing you back home, Billy.
(ENGlNE STARTS)
Hey, Elliot. Dave.
The usual?
Extra bacon, please. You got it.
Hey, Elliot. Max.
I hear you've moved up here permanently.
Just helping Mom and Dad for the season.
Well, I hope you have another one of your festivals.
Miriam and I just love listening to your records out on that lawn.
Sure, Max. This year, I'm going to try to get a live quartet.
BOB: Looks like you're gonna have some competition.
What, there's a recall vote down at the Chamber of Commerce?
This says here that Wallkill's
gonna have a music festival, too.
Some hippie thing got thrown out of Woodstock
so they've set themselves up in Wallkill.
Wow, Janis Joplin.
Guess that beats playing a bunch of records on a lawn.
Then again, it'll probably turn into some kind of antiwar riot.
Let Wallkill have them.
DAVE: Extra bacon.
You want your receipt?
Thanks, Dave.
See you later. See you tomorrow, Max.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
(ALL HUFFING)
WOMAN: No, no, no, that's horrible.
(ALL RETCHING)
Tonight's dinner will be roast turkey
and for dessert, an apple tart.
(WOMEN WHOOPING)
I killed it!
That clock was our mother's.
(ALL HISSING)
Your mother. Your mother.
Maybe I didn't break it. Maybe it only looks like I broke it.
Maybe we only think we exist, when really we don't.
Hi, Elliot.
(DEVON EXCLAIMING)
Thank you, Elliot.
It hasn't been touched since my glory days
in the Midwood High School band.
How's the show shaping up? We're really getting into it.
Great. Hope you guys are prepared.
You're probably gonna outnumber the audience.
Only takes one extra soul to make it theater, man.
And theater is transformation.
But it's hard, concentrating.
Concentrating on?
We're just, I don't know, hungry.
Hungry? As in...
(STUTTERS) Yeah, as in hungry, you know.
For, like, foodstuffs.
You don't have any potatoes or sunflower seeds or anything?
I can barter some very special grass. No.
Me and grass, you don't want to know.
But let me see what l can steal from my mom
and you guys can pay us after the first show.
Or not, I guess.
Front row seats, man. On the house, for you.
I'm bored! I'm bored! I'm bored!
(ALL HUFFING)
That house was ours, not his.
But he took out that mortgage,
and now his wife has all the money.
I can't take it any longer! I can't! I can't!
Please throw me out, just throw me out! I can't take it!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Hello? STEVEN: Hey, Elliot.
Steven, hi. What are you doing calling long distance?
I just made bail.
The pigs raided the bar again. Can you believe it?
But you should come back. I think we're going to have another riot.
Come up here. You can start a riot here in White Lake.
It would be wild.
I was just calling, you know.
New York hasn't been as much fun without you.
I mean, it hasn't been as depressing, but, you know, in a fun way.
So, me and Marcus, we're hitching a ride with the art dealer.
Do you remember him?
The one with the doll collection? Mmm-hmm. Yeah.
We're moving to San Francisco, man. You wanna join?
Elliot? You there?
Yeah, I'm still here.
Hey, thanks for the call. It's good to hear your voice.
And drop me a line when you get there, okay?
Okay.
Elli. There's something moving in the bushes!
Take cover, man. Billy.
What is it? We're surrounded, man.
Can't you feel it?
It's like, when the radio was busted,
and we fragged that fucking sergeant,
so then they just leave us out here.
But someone's gotta go back and call in air support,
'cause I gotta stay with O'Connor.
He doesn't have any feet, man.
(PANTING)
It's okay, Billy.
The radio's working in the office.
I can call from there. And you can cover me, right?
And I'll do some recon with the squad,
they can send up some reinforcements,
and the VC will never see me.
And I can call in the coordinates.
What the fuck you talking about, Elliot?
I don't know.
I thought maybe I could be in your flashback or something.
If it made you feel any better.
That's cool.
You all right?
Man, I am fucked up.
You think I should take those pills they gave me at the VA?
I should probably just take those fucking pills,
but then I just sleep all the time,
and then there's the fucking nightmares. Fuck.
Never thought l'd end up back here. Me neither.
I'm thinking, maybe I should do another tour.
That doesn't sound like such a good idea.
Over in 'Nam, I'm fucking normal. Do you know what I'm saying?
Hey, you should join up.
Me? Yeah.
No. They wouldn't take me even if I wanted.
Yeah? Flat feet.
(CHUCKLES) Right. Feet.
Fuck.
Yeah, you're not fucking normal, Elliot. No.
I guess not.
All I know is we're fucking surrounded here.
Eat.
Thank you, Elliot.
For the backdrops you painted for all of us. Everybody loves the colors.
It's like a mandala. Actually, it's not like a mandala.
Well, the colors, it's more like M&M'S.
You're welcome, Dev.
Hey, you guys want some? Cholent?
Uh...
Maybe next time.
No, I'm cool.
Hey, man, what's up with this?
The festival. The locals killed it.
They pulled the permit.
In Wallkill?
The Wallkillians killed it. DEVON: Bummer, man.
We were all hoping to score some tickets and go over for it.
Could have been beautiful. Joan Baez, Grateful Dead, The Who.
Maybe even Dylan. DEVON: Yeah, Dylan.
Dylan.
Can I get that paper for a sec?
DEVON: Is everything all right, Elliot?
(CLICKS PHONE)
Operator.
Hi, Alice. Can you connect me with something called
the Woodstock Ventures in New York City,
a gentleman by the name of Michael Lang.
SONIA: Elli! What is this with the sheets?
What does it look like? I'm making a big cross on the lawn!
With the clean sheets? Jake, our boy's gone crazy!
Making a Ku Klux Klan rally on our property!
No, it's so they can find us. Who?
(HELICOPTER APPROACHlNG)
(EXCLAIMING IN DELIGHT)
Hey, man. Good to see you. Hi.
You don't remember me, Elli?
Do we know each other? Bensonhurst, 73rd Street.
I lived down the street from you, man. We played stickball.
I'm Michael Lang, you're Elli Teichberg.
Yeah, yeah, I kind of remember, yeah. Mrs. Teichberg.
Hey, it's Michael, from the neighborhood. Excuse me.
You! Cover your parts! We have company!
In the barn. Get in the barn! All of you! In!
SONIA: Get inside! Far out.
So, here we are. Right.
Yes, as I mentioned on the phone...
You have a permit. That's very cool, Elli.
It's a start.
Very cool.
Please.
Mr. Teichberg.
(GRUNTS)
Hey, people! Welcome to Elliot's place.
Hey, Elli, can we take a look around?
Of course, I'll show you the whole place.
You've got some open land here, right?
Absolutely, just up here and down.
So...
(SPLASHING)
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Shit!
Michael, for Christ's sake, it's a swamp.
Maybe we could get some bulldozers in here and level it, right?
You're kidding me. He owns it.
He's got a permit. He's the President of the Chamber of Commerce.
And because of that you wanna drown thousands of kids in a swamp?
Look, honestly, you guys can do whatever you want to here.
That's fine with us, really.
You could... For example, you could detonate
an incredible amount of explosives
and it would dry everything out immediately.
And then you could just compact the ashes down, you know,
and people could sit on that.
Radical thinking, Elliot. I assume you got a permit for that, too?
Or... Okay, we get some big cranes
and hang, like, a parachute over the field, and everyone could sit on it.
No?
How about you just nuke the whole place?
Hey, don't lose that creativity, man.
Jake, they are leaving!
Elli, have you offered accommodation to everyone?
We may not have vacancy for everyone, as the season is...
Ma, they're not staying. Stay! Stay! Look.
My husband is bringing refreshments.
Here. Thank you, Mrs. Teichberg.
Here. Try some of this.
It is the best chocolate milk in New York. Made just down the road.
Have some water. Or some chocolate milk.
What's his name? Or her. Lou.
Wow. That is excellent chocolate milk.
Yeah, it comes from the local cows. Far out.
They eat local grass. That must be some healthy grass.
And there's a lot of it, in big fields,
just a couple of miles down the road from us.
I've always been a big supporter of Elliot, here in Bethel,
and I always enjoy his music festival every summer.
That's why we're here. Miriam and I donate the yogurt and the milk.
It's fate.
It's beautiful.
Although some of the local young people, the music they play
can be a little trying, if you know what I mean, honestly.
Yeah, but it's the effort that counts, isn't it, Miriam?
And they do enjoy themselves.
There's a lot of joy in music, Mr. Yasgur.
And we'd love to bring that joy to your beautiful farm, wouldn't we?
Now, I know it's going to be something of an imposition,
but we're more than willing to do anything...
You say you want to use these fields here?
Then you'll be needing the land beside the barns as well,
I'm guessing, for access to the roads.
And parking.
Probably best across 17B.
I own the piece down the road, but there are a couple of lots.
You'll probably want to avoid dealing with the Browns.
And you'll clean up after yourselves, I'm hoping.
Of course.
Well,
would $5,000 do it for you?
Five?
But you'll have to tidy up, and you'll have to pay
for any damaged crops, of course.
Sure, Max. That sounds fine.
Good. Wonderful.
Well, why don't you all come into the house for some chocolate milk?
Far out.
You know, we're gonna need a place for people to crash
while we prepare the festival.
Your place looks pretty cool.
How many vacant rooms do you have for the next couple of weeks?
Well, it depends on how you define room.
You know, how many people can crash with you.
What do you guys charge?
Let's see. It's $8 a night, but that can be for doubles,
and we give a weekly discount, of course.
Plus the cabins, you can get cots, so four people,
about 150, I'd say.
You can get about 200 people. Hey, man, let's make it easy.
Why don't we just buy the El Monaco out for the season?
Just figure out the costs, write it down, and we'll take a look.
And if we don't use all the rooms,
you can rent out the free ones.
We need to keep some cleanup crews around afterwards.
And if you've got some bigger spaces,
for offices, that kind of thing.
We need to put in some phones and have some space to park vehicles.
You know where we're going? Mmm-hmm.
There you go. That's the...
Looks like we can work with this, Elli. Cool.
You know, I was thinking, I've got that theater troupe in the barn.
A theater troupe in the barn?
Yeah, the Earthlight Players. It's okay if they stay, right?
Maybe you guys could find some work for them or something.
They could really use the pay.
They're all hired, man. Not a problem. Great. Thanks.
And I hope you don't mind, but we like to pay cash
in advance.
And not only that, he made me a local community liaison for the festival,
and we're going to be the exclusive local ticket agency, too.
They think at least 5,000 people are gonna buy tickets, or more.
Five thousand coming here to White Lake?
Elli, you're an idiot.
Twenty people, thirty, okay, for a weekend.
But 1,000, 5,000? They'll steal everything.
Ma... We'll be sued in court by the neighbors.
What kind of meshuga, hairy, barefoot person comes here in a heliocoptic
that we should lay our good white sheets on the grass and ruin them,
and then plot and revolutionize to take our hotel.
Ma, he pays cash.
Everyone pays cash here, you shnook!
No, Ma, really. Open it.
That's $5,000 for the rent, and another $5,000 for my services as liaison.
Plus, think of the money we're gonna make off of commissions
(SHUSHES) from the ticket sales! And also...
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
El Monaco lnternational Casino and Bar Mitzvah Center.
MAX: Elliot? Hey, Max.
Hi. Well, the phone hasn't stopped ringing since you left.
And they're saying... I know, wow.
...thousands of people might be coming to this thing. Yeah.
Well, you know, that's gonna cost
quite a bit to put things back in order,
and to get the cows situated and so forth. I can understand, sure.
Now, Elliot, you know I don't wish
to mess up your festival. You know that.
'Cause I think what was done to those young people in Wallkill
was just plain wrong. But I've been talking with Miriam,
and we think if you could just go back and tell those people...
How much? Seventy-five thousand. Not a penny less.
Okay, I'll let them know.
Okay, good. Bye-bye.
What?
Don't spend any of that money. That was Max. The deal's off.
What? Impossible!
Ma. Ma. Ma.
Elli, don't try to stop her. She can't get far.
And I read in the papers, you've already sold
thousands of tickets, and that's a lot.
And so you'll be needing to use,
practically, my whole place here, not just the alfalfa fields.
Now, wait a second. I mean, I could...
I mean, I could buy a farm for the kind of money you're asking for.
I could buy five farms.
From what I read in the papers, Mr. Roberts,
you've already spent a million dollars in Wallkill,
and you've only got until the 15th until your festival.
Now, I'm sure a wealthy young man such as yourself
could, indeed, buy a lot of farms.
But that's neither here nor there. All I'm saying is...
Yeah, all you're saying is that you've got us over a barrel.
Well, if I didn't, you wouldn't be on your second carton
of chocolate milk now, would you?
But I tell you this, fellas, when you make a deal with me, it's a deal.
Okay? So long as you promise to put things back in order,
I'll stand by you 100%.
These people are my neighbors,
and I know how to deal with them.
I won't let them run you off like they did in Wallkill,
'cause this is my land, and let's just see them try.
Wow, Max, that is very cool. And you're right.
We're going to have a lot of people
come here and enjoy your place.
Michael, if I may, I wouldn't describe $75,000 as cool.
$5,000 is cool.
Hey, it's your bread, guys.
I'm just trying to put you together here with Max's vision.
Right. Look, Max, if we were willing to consider doing this,
you're really gonna have to let us make it work.
Mike, listen, really, if this doesn't shake out with Max...
I'm sure we're gonna be fine.
John and Joel and Max, they're all gonna come together.
I can feel it.
Good vibes.
MAX: He won't let them near it. Smithson? Who's Smithson?
MAX: I don't own the property down there. You don't own the property?
MAX: I own this and I own that,
which reminds me, I'm sure you'll be willing to put up a bond,
just in case there's damage. I was thinking $75,000.
JOEL: Fuck! A $75,000 bond, too?
Can I ask you a question? Please.
Is Mike for real? I mean, he's so relaxed.
Michael, yeah, he's totally real,
so long as the cash is real.
And the cash is real so long as John and Joel are real.
And I guess John and Joel are gonna stay real because,
between us, they've already sold 100,000 tickets.
And who wants 100,000 freaks coming after them for refunds?
MAN: So Mikey is trying to sell those six acres.
MAN 2: It's got a lake? Yeah.
Hey, Dave. I'll have the usual.
Geez, sorry, Elliot. I think we're out of the usual.
Out of the usual? Wow, that's unusual.
For crying out loud, Elliot. How could you?
Okay, then I'll try the waffles.
(EXHALES)
"To ensure three days of peace and music, we've left Wallkill
"and are now in White Lake, New York.
"Certain people of Wallkill decided to try to run us out of town.
"Our new site, it's twice the size of our original site."
You did this, Teichberg.
You know what those hippies are gonna do to our town?
They'll be high on drugs.
Robbing us by day and raping the cattle at night.
We ought to run you Jews out of town. WOMAN: You and Yasgur.
We're gonna boycott Yasgur's milk. MAN: Shut the hotel down, too.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING ANGRILY)
MAN: Get out of here, you hippie. You're disgusting, Elliot.
You know what, Elliot? You're not the only...
Elliot! God bless you. Hi, Annie.
You can't imagine what happened this morning.
What? I'm fully booked! Every room!
Yeah, me, too. For the first time
since Herb died. Thank you, Elliot.
You're welcome. Thank you, Elliot.
(TIRES SCREECHlNG)
Hi.
Those motherfuckers in there wanna fuck you up, huh?
That seems to be the sense I'm getting.
Well, you're gonna have to carve some fucking hearts out, man.
Fry them on a stick over a fire pit
and then sit down and eat them, before those motherfuckers
do the aforesaid fucking to you, man!
Billy, can you just stop with the motherfucking this
and motherfucking that. Please?
Fuck. Yeah. Fuck.
This could really be a down trip.
My brother and his wife, they're getting fucking organized.
Then what should I do?
Get fucking organized yourself. Rally your troops.
Do I have troops? Fuck, yeah.
You got your mom, don't you? She's a fucking battalion.
And the Chamber of Commerce. This whole thing is about commerce, right?
Right on! Right on.
I'm off to HQ. At ease, men... Man.
Go fry those fuckers. Elliot!
We were in Wallkill.
Hanging with some friends, making the scene.
Rapping on each other. And they said this is where it's at.
So we rode our thumbs up here. Can you dig it?
Elli, help.
It's these two. They want a hole.
To dig their thumbs.
After they hit each other, they made a scene in Wallkill!
What are they talking about?
Just looking to score, you know, the magic tickets.
Dad, get the tickets. To the festival.
(GIRL SCREAMlNG)
(LAUGHING)
MAN ON TV: Okay, Neil, we can see you coming down the ladder now.
ARMSTRONG: Heading back up to that first step.
But it's adequate to get back up.
Roger. We copy. Takes a pretty good little jump.
Hey. Hi, Tisha. What is it?
You've got a couple of visitors.
Hello? What can I do for you?
Mr. Teichberg? Yes.
Here. That's 47 citations. Wiring, plumbing, health code violations.
Quite a place you've got here.
It's humble, but it's home. Away from home, I mean.
And here's 14 more fire code. You're way over the occupancy limits.
You've got five days to pay up and repair
or else we're shutting you down for good.
Have a nice day.
What's going on?
Your mother says we can triple our money.
Three times the rooms.
You're kidding me.
They don't seem to mind. Honest. These people, they like it.
SONIA: I'm finished here, you start on the bunking.
WOMAN: I don't know. White Lake sounds better than Wallkill.
Don't ask me why they call it Woodstock.
Everyone's gonna drive to the fucking real Woodstock
and be really bummed when they get there.
DOT's letting us put signage up. Just not on the Thruway yet.
But we're working on it. We're gonna want to run lines
all the way back to the fence.
MAN: Can you trench here?
No, man. Everything, water pipes, juice,
all the cables gotta run aboveground.
I got the specs from Hanley, for the speakers.
(CHUCKLES) That's a lot of juice.
When Hendrix lights up, there won't be a bird left in Sullivan County.
Hey, I spoke to Wavy Gravy and the Hog Farmers.
Wavy? Yeah.
His real name's Hugh. He's got 80 freaks, the Hog Farmers.
They've got a commune in the desert.
They drop more acid than Timothy Leary.
There's 80 of them coming in on a jumbo jet next week.
Hey, man, I can't find the keys to my room.
Ask my mom.
Hey, how's your room? Fine, man.
Trip tents? Yeah, where the kids can come down...
From the trip. WOMAN: Wait, wait. What have you got here?
No, no. Don't put it down there.
He and his people are willing to work with you on security.
You know, they really like your non-confrontational approach.
You know, they wanna call it a "Please Force."
Not sure how Fabbri's going to like that moniker.
We're still going to need real police.
(EXCLAIMS)
Hey, Mike, do you have a second?
I'm just feeling a little anxious.
Did Tisha tell you about these code violations?
Hey, Elliot. Just the man I wanted to see.
You know, I'm getting the feeling
that we're really going to be able to use
your community relations skills.
My what skills?
Because, Elli, the rumors are already swirling,
and we need to put a local face on the reality here.
And you, Elli, are a local face.
I'm a local face, yes, but about these violations.
There's not a hotel around for miles that could pass inspection.
Those inspector dudes? Don't worry about that, Elli.
Tisha told me all about those guys. Just give us the papers.
We've got some heavy lawyers. Right?
Heavy lawyers. Right.
Because right now, Elli, I need you to focus
on the positive message that we're sending.
You know, rapping with the local townspeople,
finding some time with some of the papers here.
Wait, you mean like a press conference?
A press conference. Yeah. Radical idea, Elli. I love it.
No, actually, you don't. Me and public speaking,
I can guarantee you, not one of my strong suits.
I'm speaking from experience here.
Hey, Michael. Hey. I want you to meet somebody.
Let me introduce you to Reverend Don.
He's helping with our community outreach
and he'd love it if you could help him
get to know the locals. Hi. It's really great to meet you.
I don't know how much Michael's told you,
but we're thinking of putting on
a little free concert for the local people here,
and we thought it would be a great idea to
include a scene from your theater company.
Do you think they'd be open to it?
Yeah, they'd love that. But you said it's for the locals?
Because the play's very contemporary. Cool.
Hey, hey, you guys, the phones are alive.
Mike.
Hey, your dad wants you.
I'll get some paint, but they're just going to do it again.
They set foot here again, I break their heads.
Dad, let me call...
Call who? That little putz in the green shirt,
he's the son of that state trooper.
I could boil him and his putz of a father in tar.
Just, Dad, let's just get this painted before Mom sees it.
Then you can start warming up the tar.
Thanks.
Put some more of those in the cooler.
Dad, this is all we got.
You didn't order more?
I did. And I called Karpen's, too, for the kitchen.
I asked them all to bring 10 times our usual.
Well, when they come tomorrow,
you tell them to bring 20 times more.
No, 30 times.
Where are we going to put it all?
These people, they eat and drink like animals,
and there's more of them every minute.
It doesn't matter where we put it. It'll be gone in a day.
Yes? MAN: Couple of Buds, please.
$2. Thank you.
(JUKEBOX DINGS)
You got that thing working? Yeah.
Don't touch those wires.
Let's see what you got to put on. Nothing much.
(SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
Judy Garland live. Haven't heard this in a long time.
It's hard to believe she's gone.
Actually, I can believe it. I met her once.
Wow. Was she fun?
She was brimming over.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm Elliot.
Hey. Paul. Construction. You seen the stage we're building?
No. It's huge.
Wow. Do you want another beer?
No, thanks. I've got a thing going
with some Lebanese Red right now.
Your old man doesn't mind if we light up in here?
He can't smell. Too much roofing tar.
(CHUCKLES)
Cool.
More. More, come on.
Okay, okay. Good. Good, good, good.
$40. ELLIOT: Ma.
Ma. Tisha says you're trying to charge extra for pillows and soap again.
We talked about this.
Don't accuse me!
I got nothing to sell anyway, not even toilet paper!
Which leads me to ask, where do you think all these people
you're renting space to are going to do their business?
You've got to stop, Ma. Enough with the money.
We just paid off the mortgage.
Think about it! Can't you just be happy?
What're you doing? What're you doing?
Hey! No! No!
No shtupping in the bushes! Ma, come on.
Come on.
MALE HIPPIE: Excuse me, when does the ticket office open?
Not yet! Soon!
Good morning. You must be the lovely wife and child.
What's up, Dad?
We were just telling your pops here
it looks like you guys are getting some nice business.
Yeah?
So, it looks like you can use some help.
JAKE: He's talking nonsense, Elli.
Something about exclusive transportation and security for $10,000.
I get it. No, you don't get it. We get it.
You got live entertainment happening here, beverages, etcetera.
Yeah. We cover the hotels around the racetrack in Monticello. We cover you.
And what if I say you don't?
Charlie, what do we do if he says we don't?
You're trespassers. Get out, or I make you get out.
Is that so?
You hear this?
Enough with these bums!
(GRUNTS)
Dad, what're you doing? Stop.
Hey, come on. Hey! ELLIOT: No, stop!
(SCREAMING)
Come on, get... Christ almighty!
(GRUNTS)
Go on. Get out of here!
Jesus! You people are like animals.
Get out! Get out of my property!
I'll show you!
Get off my property!
Get out! Don't try to come back here!
Next time we won't be so nice!
My arthritis is killing me. I told you not to stand at the bar all night.
Dad, Ma, you're superheroes.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
FEMALE HIPPIE: Far out.
JAKE: You didn't tell me anything.
How would you know what I tell you? You're deaf.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, Elliot. Hey.
What do you think of the mess we're making?
It's... Wonderful, isn't it?
It is. Yeah, Max.
I'm just sorry everyone in town hates our guts now.
Yours more than mine. If that's even possible.
Sorry? Hell, these kids are fantastic.
I've heard more thank yous and pleases in the past three days
than I've heard in a lifetime from those shmucks.
And believe me, no matter what they tell you,
they're all trying to make money off this thing, too.
I saw Bob charge a dollar to fill a bottle
with water for one of these kids.
A dollar? Yeah, can you believe it?
A dollar. For water. Geez.
FEMALE HIPPIE: Four extra.
MALE HIPPIE: Four. Yeah.
Elliot. You're Elliot Tiber, right?
Yeah, that's me.
How can I help you, Miss... Vilma.
Vetty Von Vilma, but you can call me Vilma.
Vilma. What brings you here?
I'm supposed to say hi from Steve.
Steve? From the Village?
Steven? He's gone now.
Off to San Francisco with a flower in his hair on his sugar daddy's lap.
Yeah. Actually, my ex-sugar daddy.
Good riddance. He does like them mean and rich,
doesn't he, our Steven? He's very...
Anyhow, he said you might be starting some sort of a gay resort here.
Well, resorting as well as reclining is my specialty.
And as I was on my way to visit my mother in Buffalo,
I thought I'd stop by.
(CHUCKLES) Look what I stumbled into.
By the way, those clowns you and your dear parents chased off...
Not nice people. I know.
I was playing the horses, if you know what I mean,
over by the racetrack in Monticello.
Nice bedroom community, actually,
until that bunch tried to confiscate my earnings.
You think they'll be back? Here?
All I can say is you need help. What kind of help?
Oh. Um...
That's nothing. You should see what I'm packing up here.
My God. I know.
But keeping to the subject at hand for the moment,
you do need some real security around here. And you're real security?
What? Well, you don't look...
Okay, I may be a grandfather, but... You're a grandfather?
I married young, the night before I shipped out for Korea.
You were in Korea? Semper fi, you little prick.
Sergeant, U.S. Marine Corps.
No kidding. Yeah.
Wow.
That's me with the cigar. The other one was the love of my life.
Killed. Sniper.
I went out on patrol, found the Chinese pissant who did it,
and broke his neck with my own hands. Jesus.
Actually, I made that last part up.
But I would have if I'd gotten a hold of the son of a bitch,
and I'd do it today if I found him.
Vilma, you're hired. Thank you.
Welcome aboard. You won't regret it.
Do you need some kind of uniform? I've got uniforms, baby.
Wow.
(HORSE NICKERING)
Hey, Elliot. She's a beautiful ride.
Great way to commute to Max's.
That's a nice suit. It's for the press. Conference.
Sure.
You okay? A little nervous.
Got just the thing.
You know, actually, I'm feeling a little nauseous.
Hey, grass is a perfect cure for nausea.
Really? Seriously.
Well...
Yeah.
It's good shit. Very good shit.
...and in these next few days before the concert,
we'll also provide daily briefings
and we're all here to provide any follow up.
But without further delay, here is Mr. Elliot Tiber,
the proprietor of the El Monaco,
President of the Bethel Chamber of Commerce,
and a community liaison for Woodstock Ventures. Mr. Tiber.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of the press.
Do you have a legal permit for the concert in White Lake?
There will be a music and arts festival held here on August 15th, 16th, and 17th,
part of my ongoing yearly music and arts festivals
that have made White Lake the truly international cultural center that it is.
As evidenced by the fact that you wonderful ladies and gentlemen
of the press are here to report on it.
I have been proud to be the artistic director of the festival
in its prior incarnations, and I hope that...
Yes, but do you have a legal permit for the concert?
(RAIN PATTERING)
Of course.
Need I remind you, I am the President.
I am the President of the Bethel Chamber of Commerce.
Would a leading civic leader such as myself break his own laws?
That doesn't make sense.
Do you realize that the police are now estimating
that perhaps as many as 100,000 people will attend the concert?
What will your people here in White Lake think of 100,000 hippies
and what they will do to the town?
My people? You say my people.
Native White Lakians cannot be considered people,
you know, mine or anyone else's.
Can you tell us something about these free programs
for the local community happening this week?
Will there be a cap on the number of tickets sold,
and how will you deal with people showing up without tickets?
You are asking about freedom.
The very essence of the enterprise,
of all enterprise, especially free enterprise.
And freedom could be considered,
and is often considered, you know, to be just another word for being free.
Therefore, there will be no train to freedom. Train has already left the station.
How can the music be free when the people of White Lake are enchained?
Huh?
If one song is not free, then all songs are not free.
That is why we are going to free all the songs in White Lake.
(WHISPERING) Any idea what the hell is going on here?
(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)
Wow, Elliot. You stood strong up there.
That freedom rap, yeah. That was heavy.
Thanks, Mike. You smell good. Like an apple fritter.
Far out.
(LOW RUMBLING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
What's happening?
Didn't you hear? It's free, man.
FEMALE HIPPIE: Come on. The concert's free.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Come on, let's go. Stop. Here.
That's it. That's it.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Come on, let's go.
Dad!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
JAKE: Let's go.
Come on. We've got an artist here.
He's been out here two hours already. Won't budge.
All right, come on. Come here. Just wait.
All right. Hold it!
Your dad says you're a painter.
When did he say that?
I had him give me a tour of the property, you know, getting a lay of the land.
He talked a lot about you, about Brooklyn.
He showed me some of his favorite places, the oaks down by the lake.
Nice.
ELLIOT: Wait.
Are you sure that was my dad? Maybe it was somebody else's?
I mean, he doesn't have any favorite places here, he hates it.
He doesn't talk.
I didn't say it was therapy or anything, you know. It was just chatting.
Chatting? His mind must be going.
Don't worry, Elliot. I'll keep an eye on him.
If he starts to laugh or smile or anything suspicious like that,
I'll let you know.
Yeah. You do that.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
In fact, I have to go collect his bat, we've got dawn patrol.
Vilma?
Does my dad know, you know, what you are?
Elliot.
I know what I am.
That does make it easier for everyone else, doesn't it?
After the concert, we've got tables set up near the barn.
I understand your mother is preparing her specialty.
Cholent? Oh, no.
And the Ladies Auxiliary has made dessert.
DON: We just have to make sure somebody rations them.
There's a lot of hungry kids out there.
Don, I just want to say, I have a feeling.
Feelings? Feelings are good.
STEVE COHEN: Get over to the south field, find what-is-his-name,
and round up all those...
They don't really know where to put all the sunflower seeds.
How many sunflower seeds did they buy?
How many sunflower seeds can you get into the back of a triple-axle trailer truck?
I'm not sure. I'm sorry. We actually have another meeting...
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING) Everybody's working hard for...
Yes. Very hard.
JOEL: Hey, John. That's him.
That's the prick who told everyone that the concert's free.
MEL: Fuck the alfalfa...
Considering that we haven't managed to build a ticket booth yet,
can't really argue with him.
It's incredible. Knocking down the walls, and all kinds of stuff.
Well, we gotta make some space in here, but...
Doris? Doris, he doesn't... Doris?
He doesn't even know what a purchase order is.
I'm trying to help organize moving everybody
from here in the horseshoe up to the site.
Trucks, trailers, everything, gotta go.
Gonna miss this place.
Yeah, well, we'll keep some rooms here.
The one concern is the big towers for the speakers.
They're not staying up? No, they're good. Solid.
It's just that if there's rain, lightning, well, might get a little...
A little what?
Electrical. We're working on it.
Yeah, we don't wanna fry too much of the audience.
Yeah, that's a good point, Joel. Thank you, John.
Hey. It's August. It's not gonna rain.
Remember, okay? Rice, bananas,
anything that's gonna keep them from shitting.
Because I'm worried about our toilet numbers.
(SINGING) Now we're together nearly every single day, singin'
ALL: Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
We're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay, singin'
ALL: Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
No, no one stole the car, I just gotta keep it for a few days.
Sure, it's legal.
Everything is fine, Mom. Don't worry. I've met so many beautiful people here.
Whoa-oh
ALL: Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Thank you. Hairy Pretzel, thank you.
It's so great that you have let us share your music
with all your friends and your parents, here in White Lake.
Now we would like to introduce to you
the resident theater artists, here at the El Monaco this summer,
the Earthlight Players,
who have adapted Anton Chekhov's classic, Three Sisters,
to a contemporary, happening interpretation,
and they would like now to share a part of that experience with you.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Earthlight Players.
Artifice and imagination! Truth and fiction!
The players play!
But you, the audience, you sit and judge.
You sit and judge. EARTHLlGHT PLAYERS: You sit and judge.
But the revolution requires the roles must be reversed!
(CHUCKLES) The players are the judges now.
Your revelry must end, and your souls will be bared for all to see.
Christ who died for you, but not for me!
Now we are Christ!
Our nakedness will reveal your own.
Indecent legions of decency! EARTHLIGHT PLAYERS: lndecent legions of decency!
Fascist pornographers! Fascist pornographers!
Racist warmongers! Racist warmongers!
Republican cocksuckers! Republican cocksuckers!
Indecent legions of decency! Indecent legions of decency!
(CAR HONKING)
Fascist pornographers! EARTHLIGHT PLAYERS: Fascist pornographers!
(CONTINUE SHOUTlNG)
SONIA: Put your clothes back on.
(LAUGHS)
Billy. Billy. Jesus Christ.
DEVON: Racist warmongers!
Fascist pornographers! Fascist pornographers!
Billy!
Get your ass down here!
(EARTHLIGHT PLAYERS CHEERING)
Billy!
(PSYCHEDELIC ROCK SONG PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
MALE HIPPIE: Everything is gone... ELLIOT: Annie?
Elliot. Namaste.
Hi, Elliot. Namaste, dear Elliot.
ELLIOT: Hey, Georgette. GEORGETTE: How are we doing?
Hey, Elliot. Hey, guys.
Hey.
Here. Hey.
Thanks. All right.
Where we going with these? Barn.
Stan and your theater guy set up some medical volunteers.
The combination of the bare feet and the brown acid...
Real. Yeah.
Anyway, I hope you don't mind, we just were grabbing everything we can.
And your mom gave me these blankets.
My mom? Gave?
Yeah. She's cool.
Hey.
ELLIOT: Hey, Dad?
Dad.
REPORTER ON TV: The New York State Thruway has been backed up all the way
from the George Washington Bridge to the Catskills exits,
and from there, it's basically a parking lot.
Police are now planning to put into effect
a first-ever emergency closing of the entire Thruway.
We go now to John Stevens, who is in the field...
Ma, you okay?
The nisht-gute...
Evil!
You seen the chicken legs on some of these hairy people?
Mom, they're kids, not evil spirits.
You don't know!
They've made all the roads one-way now, Elli, one-way just to Max's.
God forbid, what if your father
should have a heart attack from all this running around?
He couldn't get to the hospital.
You're really worried about him, aren't you?
Him? It's you who brought this.
How will you live with the guilt?
(BONGO MUSlC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Hit him in the kisser, hit him in the guts, nine, ten, out!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hey. Give me three.
How you doing, Dad?
How should I be doing?
I haven't slept in three days, my hip is killing me, and the beer's warm.
So, you're good? Yeah, I'm good. Hand me that bottle.
You're ready for one?
I thought you'd never ask.
How you doing, kid?
I haven't slept in three days, the beer's warm,
I'm actually not making this up, but my hip is killing me.
So, you're good?
(LAUGHS)
FEMALE HIPPIE: Come on, Elliot.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(DEVON GRUNTING)
MALE REPORTER: I'm standing near the intersection of Route 17B and 55,
where state authorities now estimate that perhaps half a million kids
have already made it to the White Lake area,
and there's another million trying to get here who will just never make it,
putting upstate communities in an uproar at this major hippie invasion.
Bob!
What's this all about?
We got the permit pulled, you idiot! We're shutting this thing down!
But there's a half a million people over at Max's.
How do you think they're gonna react?
That's the same thing the cops said...
Before they laughed at us as if we were children.
So we're doing it ourselves!
Right.
(JAKE GRUNTING LOUDLY)
Hi, Elliot!
VlLMA: Come on.
Not so tough anymore, are you?
JAKE: Come on, you.
MAN 1: Go to hell!
MAN 2: Fuck you, old man!
JAKE: You get off my property,
you thugs. MAN 3: You faggot freak.
(GROWLS)
(LAUGHING)
MAN 1: Hippie lover!
(SIGHS)
This is where we rinse the sheets.
MALE HIPPIE: Hey, brother.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE)
You hear that?
It's starting.
Elli,
you should go.
What?
To Max's.
I can't. You guys would...
We can take care of things here.
Dad... JAKE: You go.
Go see this thing.
VILMA: Go.
See what the center of the universe looks like.
Yeah, sure.
Wow.
OFFICER: Bet you thought you were just gonna drive right up to the thing, huh?
Actually, my family, we own the motel here.
The El Monaco, huh?
So you're the guy they're all blaming for bringing all this here.
Governor just declared this whole county a disaster area.
Yeah, it's a disaster. I'm the disaster guy, officially.
No kidding. I was looking forward to just coming up here
and clubbing a bunch of hippies over the head.
But instead, I don't know.
I must be getting high off the fumes.
Peace, man.
See what I mean?
Groovy.
I think I'm gonna head over and check it all out.
On foot? It'll take you all afternoon with this crowd.
Here.
ELLIOT: Thanks.
(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING)
(lNDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Officer.
What do you say to all those young men fighting in Vietnam
while you're here enjoying yourselves?
FEMALE HIPPIE 1: We're waging peace, man. We're teaching peace to the world.
REPORTER: You think they're gonna understand that? While they're bleeding and dying?
FEMALE HIPPIE 1: Why won't they...
FEMALE HIPPIE 2: Find your buddy, girls!
FEMALE HIPPIE 3: The innocent people of North Vietnam...
Bombs for peace! DEMONSTRATORS: Bombs for peace!
War bombs for peace! War bombs for peace!
OFFlCER: Yeah, dream on there, buddy.
MALE HIPPIE 1: Hey, it could happen.
MALE HIPPIE 2: I know you can do it. Come on, just for fun.
Okay, thank you. Thank you, Sister.
SISTER: Peace to you.
MALE HIPPIE 2: Thank you.
God bless you.
(WOMAN SINGING BLUES ROCK SONG IN THE DISTANCE)
FEMALE HIPPIE 1: Come on, burn them, sisters!
FEMALE HIPPIE 2: Burn your bras and read this!
(MALE HIPPIE PREACHING)
You've gotta join this demonstration.
MALE HIPPIE: Stop the pollution. Keep our rivers clean.
(MALE HIPPIE CONTINUES PREACHING)
(FOLK ROCK SONG PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(SLOW SONG PLAYlNG)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING IN THE DISTANCE)
MALE HIPPIE: Hey, man.
ELLIOT: Hey. Hey.
You look thirsty.
I am.
Thanks.
Have you guys been down to see the festival yet?
We're cool, and we'll get there again.
We got to the top of the hill, and looked down at the sea,
and the tiny little people on stage with their waves of tiny electric voices.
Like ants making thunder, man. It was cool.
But you couldn't really tell who was jamming down there.
And we left our trip in the car.
And the shit they're passing around down there, not quality.
Ours is beautiful.
I see you have California plates. Is that where you're from?
There, and New Mexico...
And Oregon.
You're from everywhere.
We're from everywhere.
You're from everywhere.
I'm from here.
You're from here, man.
That's so cool.
I guess so.
Man, you're amazingly from here.
Here, man, take a ride to here and now.
Eight miles high.
I'm actually a little afraid of heights.
What the heck.
Hey.
Come on in, sit.
So...
MALE HIPPIE: Yeah?
You sure that was acid?
I didn't really taste any...
It just takes a while.
Hey, let's listen to some of our own sounds.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)(PSYCHEDELIC ROCK SONG PLAYING)
What? What's that?
Hey, it's okay. Just breathe.
Hey, it's okay, just breathe.
It's okay, just breathe. Just breathe.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
(EXHALES)
Just breathe.
Where are my arms?
Where's my arm? It's right here.
Just breathe.
Hey. Let's go down to the ocean. Let's go swim.
(TIN RATTLING)
Elliot. You look well.
I want you to meet the ladies from St. Paul's in Liberty.
They made 5,000 sandwiches!
Vilma, don't exaggerate.
We made 4,000.
Honey, please. Anything more than one is a miracle in my book.
My God! Look at him! Where have you been all day and night?
How was the concert?
Well, I met some friends on the way there.
It was great. It was great.
SONIA: Are you hungry?
I'm starving.
So I was thinking, when this is over...
What a mess.
It'll take months to clean up.
ELLIOT: We can keep some of these new people on, right?
We can afford the help now.
And with the place paid off,
maybe it's time you thought about some permanent staff.
Some people to help run the place, make some improvements.
What are you talking about? That's why we have you.
I'm just saying. I was thinking when this is over, with all the money now,
I could take a trip. And where did you get those pajamas?
You're not going anywhere dressed like that.
(DOOR OPENING)
We've made brownies. Wonderful brownies. Very special brownies. Elliot?
We'll take a pass.
Right.
You see, Jake? That's just like him.
He doesn't want dessert, but does he think to ask his mother?
You know what? That's enough.
You know, I'm the only one here, out of hundreds and hundreds
and hundreds of thousands of people, who's having breakfast with his parents!
Do you think Janis Joplin's mom is standing backstage telling her to tuck her,
I don't know, her whiskey bottle back into her pocket or something?
Or Jimi Hendrix's mom is telling him to wash his hair?
I'm gonna lie down, then I'm going to Max's and I'm gonna enjoy myself.
And you know what? Go ahead. I'd love to see you eat a brownie.
You should have two!
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
FEMALE HIPPIE: Elli!
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(COUNTRY ROCK SONG PLAYING)
BlLLY: Hey, Elliot. Hey.
See you guys later.
(SOFT ROCK SONG PLAYING lN THE DISTANCE)
Billy?
Man, I remember this hill.
Remember remember, or, like, Vietnam flashback remember?
Remember remember, man.
Homecoming. Senior year. We fucking massacred Monticello.
I caught like three touchdown passes. Rum and Cokes.
And we fucking tipped three of Yasgur's cows,
man, right there, at the top of that hill.
And Shirley Livingstone,
man, right there, at the top of that hill.
Wait a second. That was you?
Was.
Is.
And that's the Shirley Livingstone,
the one who works at the animal hospital?
Yeah.
We were engaged, man.
Come on, man. I love this fucking hill.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(BLUES ROCK SONG PLAYING)
(WHOOPS)
ELLIOT: Billy!
(YELLS)
I love this hill!
We love this hill!
VlLMA: The prodigal son returns.
Well, you know,
I didn't quite, you know, go.
(CHUCKLES)
I got it.
I'm happy to see you, Elliot. Come on.
I want you to meet some very, very groovy people.
(JAKE AND SONIA LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
You gave them the hash brownies?
They told me you said I should.
How many?
Four each.
(JAKE SCATTING)
Elliot! My baby!
Her baby!
My little baby. My filthy baby boy. Give Mamma some of that dirt.
(JAKE CONTINUES SCATTING)
(JAKE AND SONIA CONTINUE LAUGHING)
(SONIA STOPS LAUGHING)
(JAKE STOPS LAUGHING)
(SHUSHING) Dad.
She got up in her sleep, walked over there and...
What's with the money?
We've been depositing everything that's come in this week.
Where did all that come from?
Ma, what the hell?
Don't come near me, you two.
But what... This is mine.
It's my savings for 20 years.
It's my savings.
Jesus, how much you got there?
None of your business.
(MUMBLES)
$97,000.
Dad, did you know about this?
You think she'd tell me?
You'd have let the bank foreclose?
Let me put all my earnings into this place.
And you...
Elli.
Why does it matter? We're rich now.
(SONIA SOBS)
Elli, I was scared.
Mom.
I've got to fix your father his lunch.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MALE REPORTER: Hey, man. What do you think of the kids here?
I think it's great. I got one here myself and I got one in Vietnam,
and I wish he were here in the mud.
(MAN ANNOUNCING ON PA)
TlSHA: Hey, Elliot. What?
Just come around. Stay on the wood.
(GRUNTS)
Yeah, everything's electric now.
(FEEDBACK SCREECHING THROUGH SPEAKERS)
What are you up to?
Thought I'd try to see the concert finally.
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe later. They can't get anyone to play right now.
There's too many shocks.
That's a bummer.
How's your day going?
Uh...
Yeah.
No, no. My family, you know...
Sorry.
It's trivial compared to what you guys are going through.
Maybe it's the most important thing happening in the whole universe.
How do you know?
I'm pretty sure it's trivial, you know, in perspective.
Perspective is what shuts out the universe.
Everyone with their little perspective.
It keeps the love out.
I'm so tired. I'm starting to talk like that swami what's-his-face.
Far out.
Anyway, I'll see you.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Yes?
Come on in.
You're up early.
I couldn't sleep.
Hey, Dad.
I was gonna come say goodbye. I hope that's okay.
Listen.
Sit.
A month ago, I was a dying man.
I would think to myself, "It's nice of Elli to come back here
"to tend to a dying man."
Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I'll be dead.
But now,
I'm alive.
You understand?
No.
It's because of you. Because of you I'm alive.
And what should I want now, but for you, my son, to live, too?
(ELLIOT SNIFFLES)
Huh?
That's not so much to ask.
No, it isn't.
They're all starting to leave, the young people.
Who knows where? They don't even know.
And now you're one of them. You go.
I'll stay in touch. I'll be back.
Yeah, sure you will.
Elliot.
(GROANS)
My hip, my...
Elli, that business with your mother...
Don't worry about it.
No.
Dad, can you just tell me one thing?
What?
How have you done it?
I mean, how have you lived with her more than 40 years?
I love her.
(ACOUSTIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey, Mike. Elli, you made it.
Yeah, finally. It's amazing.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Hey, thanks for calling and welcoming us to your international resort, man.
The whole world came, and now everyone's pulling together.
Yeah. It's all just like you said, Mike, isn't it?
Yeah, three days of peace and music.
So what happens now?
Man, who knows?
Everybody's gotta chase the money now, right?
Yeah.
We're all probably gonna sue each other, but that's cool.
We'll figure it out.
What about you?
I don't know. I put all my stuff in my car.
Hey, that's a sign.
If your car moves, come look me up. I'm going to San Francisco.
Me and Chip and some of the guys,
we're gonna help out with a truly free concert.
It's gonna be even more beautiful than this one.
Wow. Yeah.
The Rolling Stones.
Rolling Stones?
Yeah, Stones.
Beautiful.
(URGING HORSE)
Beautiful.
(ROCK AND ROLL SONG PLAYING)
(FOLK ROCK SONG PLAYING)