Harold And Maude Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Harold And Maude Script


   

                   

I suppose you think

that's very funny, Harold.



 

                   

- Hello? Fée?

- Yeah.



 

                   

Darling, be a dear and cancel my

appointment with René this afternoon.



 

                   

I know he'll be furious

but I've had such a fright today



 

                   

and with guests coming

this evening... Oh, would you?



 

                   

Tell him I promise to be in

on Tuesday.



 

                   

Thank you, Fée,

you're a darling. Yes.



 

                   

Bye. Bye.



 

                   

Dinner at eight, Harold.



  

                   

And do try and be

a little more vivacious.



  

                   

Of course, Harold's father

had a similar sense of the absurd.



  

                   

I remember once in Paris,

he just stepped out for cigarettes



  

                   

and the next thing I knew

he was arrested



  

                   

for floating nude down the Seine!



  

                   

Experimenting in river currents

with rubber water wings!



  

                   

Mauve ones.



  

                   

That cost quite a bit of influence et

d'argent to hush up, I can tell you!



  

                   

Harold, dear,

don't play with your food.



  

                   

What's the matter?

Don't you feel well?



  

                   

I have a sore throat.



  

                   

Now, directly after dinner,

I want you to go straight to bed.



  

                   

Harold's always been

a delicate child.



  

                   

Even as a baby, he seemed prone

to every possible kind of illness.



  

                   

Harold, dear, eat up your beets.



  

                   

I remember in Tokyo, I had

to call the embassy for a doctor...



  

                   

Oh, my God!



  

                   

This is too much.



  

                   

I can't stand much more of this.



  

                   

I can't take any more.



  

                   

Oh, my God!



  

                   

Oh, God!



  

                   

That's very interesting, Harold,

and I think very illuminating.



  

                   

There seems to be

a definite pattern emerging



  

                   

and of course this pattern,

once isolated, can be coped with.



  

                   

Recognise the problem and you're

halfway on the road to its...



  

                   

its solution.



  

                   

Tell me, Harold,

what do you do for fun?



  

                   

What activity gives you a different

sense of enjoyment from the others?



  

                   

What do you find fulfilling?



  

                   

What gives you that special...

satisfaction?



  

                   

I go to funerals.



  

                   

"Thou dost prepare for me a table

in the sight of my adversaries,



  

                   

"Thou dost anoint my head with oil,



  

                   

"my chalice overflows.



  

                   

"Kindness and grace shall follow me

all the days of my life



  

                   

"and I shall dwell in the house

of the Lord for length of days.



  

                   

"The earth is the Lord's

and the fullness thereof,



  

                   

"the world

and they who dwell therein.



  

                   

"For He has established it upon the

waters and set it upon the rivers.



  

                   

"Who shall ascend

the mountain of the Lord



  

                   

"or who shall stand

in His holy place?



  

                   

"The innocent of hand

and the pure of heart



  

                   

"who has not turned his mind

to vanity



  

                   

"nor sworn deceitfully

to his neighbour,



  

                   

"he shall receive the blessing

from the Lord



  

                   

"and a reward from God,

his Saviour.



  

                   

"This is the generation of those

who seek him..."



  

                   

Harold?



  

                   

Why you purchased that monstrosity

I have no idea.



  

                   

You can have any car you want

but that ugly horror is an eyesore



  

                   

and an embarrassment.



  

                   

Really, it is time you settled down



  

                   

and stopped flitting away your

talents on these amateur theatrics,



  

                   

these little divertissements,



  

                   

no matter how

psychologically purging they may be.



  

                   

I don't know what to do.



  

                   

Go and have a talk

with your Uncle Victor.



  

                   

Perhaps he can fathom you.



  

                   

After all, he was

General MacArthur's right-hand man.



  

                   

What do you say, Harold?



  

                   

It's a great life.



  

                   

There's action, adventure, advising

and you'll see the war first hand.



  

                   

And there are plenty

of slant-eyed girls.



  

                   

It'll make a man out of you, Harold.



  

                   

You'll travel the world, put on

a uniform and take on a man's job.



  

                   

You'll walk tall with a glint in

your eye and a spring in your step



  

                   

and a knowledge in your heart

that you are working for peace



  

                   

and are serving your country,



  

                   

just like Nathan Hale.



  

                   

That's what this country needs,

more Nathan Hale.



  

                   

I think I can see

a little Nathan Hale... in you.



  

                   

Tell me, Harold, how many of these...



  

                   

suicides have you performed?



  

                   

An accurate number

would be difficult to gauge.



  

                   

Well, just give me a rough estimate.



  

                   

A rough estimate?



  

                   

I'd say...   .



  

                   

-   ?

- That's a rough estimate.



  

                   

Were they all done

for your mother's benefit?



  

                   

No, no - I would not say benefit.



  

                   

Harold, I only have a few minutes and

I want to inform you of my decision.



  

                   

You have led a very carefree,

idle, happy life up to the present,



  

                   

the life of a child.



  

                   

But it is time now

to put away childish things



  

                   

and take on adult responsibilities.



  

                   

We'd all like to sail through life

with no thought of tomorrow



  

                   

but that cannot be.



  

                   

We have our duties,

our obligations, our principles.



  

                   

In short, Harold, I think it is time

for you to get married.



   

                   

Let's pray to the Lord,

King of Glory,



   

                   

that he may bless and deliver

the souls of all faithful departed



   

                   

from the pain of hell

and the bottomless pit.



   

                   

Deliver them from the lion's mouth

and the darkness therein



   

                   

and rather, bring them

to the blessing of light,



   

                   

holy life, eternal rest.



   

                   

"Oh, Lord, do not bring yourself

into trial



   

                   

"for no man...



   

                   

"becomes holy in your sight unless

you grant forgiveness of his sins.



   

                   

"I implore you, therefore,



   

                   

"do not let the verdict

of your judgement go against him...



   

                   

"Rather, by the help of your Grace,



   

                   

"may he escape the sentence

which he deserves



   

                   

"for during his earthly life he would

sign the seal of the Holy Trinity.



   

                   

"You, who live and reign

forever and ever.



   

                   

"Amen."



   

                   

- Like some liquorice?

- No, thank you.



   

                   

You're welcome.



   

                   

Did you know him?



   

                   

- No.

- Me neither.



   

                   

I heard he's    years old.

I'll be    next week.



   

                   

A good time to move on,

don't you think?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

I mean,    is too early but at   

you're just marking time.



   

                   

You may as well

look over the horizon.



   

                   

I'll never understand

this mania for black.



   

                   

Nobody sends black flowers, do they?



   

                   

Black flowers are dead flowers,

who sends dead flowers to a funeral?



   

                   

It's absurd!



   

                   

- What is your name?

- Harold, Harold Chasen.



   

                   

How do you do? I'm Dame Marjorie

Chardin but you may call me Maude.



   

                   

- Nice to meet you.

- Thank you.



   

                   

I think we're gonna be great friends.



   

                   

Can I give you a lift, Harold?



   

                   

No, thank you. I have my own car.



   

                   

Well, I must be off.

We shall have to meet again.



   

                   

Tell me, do you dance?



   

                   

- Pardon me?

- Do you sing and dance?



   

                   

- No.

- No, I thought not.



   

                   

That woman! She took my car!



   

                   

I have here the forms sent out by

the National Computer Dating Service.



   

                   

They screen out the fat and the ugly,



   

                   

so it is obviously

a firm of high standards.



   

                   

First, here is

the personality interview,



   

                   

which you are to fill out and return.



   

                   

Now then, are you ready, Harold?



   

                   

Here is the first question.



   

                   

"Are you uncomfortable

meeting new people?"



   

                   

Well, I think that's a yes,

don't you agree?



   

                   

"Should sex education be taught

outside the home?"



   

                   

I would say no, wouldn't you, Harold?

Yeah, we'll give a D there.



   

                   

"Should women run for

president of the United States?"



   

                   

I don't see why not. Absolutely yes.



   

                   

"Do you remember jokes and take

pleasure in relating them to others?"



   

                   

Well, you don't do that,

do you, Harold? Absolutely not.



   

                   

"Do you often get the feeling that

perhaps life isn't worth living?"



   

                   

What do you think, Harold? A? B?

We'll put C - not sure.



   

                   

"Is the subject of sex being

overexploited by our mass media?"



   

                   

Well, that would have to be yes,

wouldn't it?



   

                   

"Is it difficult for you

to accept criticism?"



   

                   

No. We'll mark D.



   

                   

"Do you sometimes have headaches

or backaches after a difficult day?"



   

                   

Yes, I do indeed.



   

                   

"Do you go to sleep easily?"



   

                   

I'd say so.



   

                   

"Do you believe

in capital punishment for murder?"



   

                   

Yes, I do indeed.



   

                   

"In your opinion, are social affairs

usually a waste of time?"



   

                   

Heavens, no!



   

                   

"Can God influence our lives?"



   

                   

Yes, absolutely yes.



   

                   

"Does your personal religion

or philosophy



   

                   

"include a life after death?"



   

                   

Yes, indeed. That's absolutely.



   

                   

"Did you enjoy life

when you were a child?"



   

                   

Yes, you were a wonderful baby,

Harold.



   

                   

"Do you think the sexual revolution

has gone too far?"



   

                   

It certainly has.



   

                   

"Do you find the idea

of wife-swapping distasteful?"



   

                   

I even find the question distasteful.



   

                   

"Do you..."



   

                   

Harold, please!



   

                   

"Do you have ups and downs

without obvious reason?"



   

                   

That's you, Harold!



   

                   

"Dearest brothers, let us faithfully

and lovingly remember our brother



   

                   

"whom God has taken to Himself

from the trials of this world.



   

                   

"God have mercy,

Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy."



   

                   

Our Father, who art in heaven,



   

                   

hallowed be Thy name.



   

                   

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.



   

                   

Give us this day, our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses



   

                   

as we forgive

those who trespass against us.



   

                   

Lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.



   

                   

Amen.



   

                   

My boy, excuse me.



   

                   

One moment, please. Who was that

old lady waving to you earlier?



   

                   

Hello, Harold. Can I give you a lift?



   

                   

There you are, madam. Were you the

lady who drove my car off yesterday?



   

                   

- The one with the St Christopher?

- Yes.



   

                   

Then I suppose it was me!

Get in, Harold.



   

                   

Were you also the one

who painted the saint?



   

                   

Yes! How did you like that?



   

                   

- Well, I didn't.

- Don't be too discouraged.



   

                   

For aesthetic appreciation,

always a little time.



   

                   

What a delight it is, Harold,

to bump into you again.



   

                   

I knew we were gonna be good friends

the moment I saw you.



   

                   

- You go to funerals often?

- Yeah.



   

                   

So do I.

They're such fun, aren't they?



   

                   

It's all change, all revolving.



   

                   

Burials and births, all linked.



   

                   

The great circle of life.



   

                   

This thing handles well.

Ever drive a hearse, Harold?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- It's a new experience for me.



   

                   

Well done, hearse!



   

                   

Shall I take you home, Harold?



   

                   

This is my car.



   

                   

- Your hearse?

- Yearse!



   

                   

Then you shall take me home.



   

                   

So, just before he left

for the monastery in Tibet,



   

                   

Big Sweeney gave me his keys.



   

                   

I had to make changes for the new

model, not as many as you'd think.



   

                   

Once you have you the basic set,

it's only a question of variation.



   

                   

You hop in any car you want

and just drive off?



   

                   

Not any car. I like a variety. I'm

always looking for a new experience.



   

                   

Maybe... Nevertheless,

I think you're upsetting people.



   

                   

I don't know if that's right.



   

                   

If people get upset cos they feel

they have a hold on some things,



   

                   

I'm just acting as a gentle reminder,

here today, gone tomorrow.



   

                   

So don't get attached to things.

Now, with that in mind,



   

                   

I'm not against collecting stuff.



   

                   

I've collected quite

a lot of stuff in my time.



   

                   

This is all memorabilia



   

                   

but it's incidental, not integral,

if you know what I mean.



   

                   

The birds.



   

                   

I love them so much.



   

                   

They are the only wildlife

I get to see any more.



   

                   

Ah, me, free as a bird.



   

                   

At one time, I used to break into

pet shops to liberate the canaries



   

                   

but I decided that was an idea

way before its time.



   

                   

Zoos are full,

prisons are overflowing.



   

                   

Oh, my, how the world still...

dearly loves a cage.



   

                   

Please sit down, Harold.



   

                   

I'll put the kettle on.

We'll have a nice, hot cup of tea.



   

                   

Thank you but I really have to go.



   

                   

But it's oat straw tea!

You've not had that, have you?



   

                   

- No.

- Well, then.



   

                   

I really do have to go.

I have an appointment.



   

                   

I really can't miss it.



   

                   

At the dentist?



   

                   

Kind of.



   

                   

Then, you'll just have to come back

and visit.



   

                   

- All right.

- My door's always open.



   

                   

- All right.

- Promise?



   

                   

I promise.



   

                   

I asked, do you have any friends?



   

                   

- No.

- None at all?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Maybe one.



   

                   

Would you care to talk about

this friend?



   

                   

No!



   

                   

You are an interesting case

but this reluctance is detrimental



   

                   

to the psychoanalytical process.



   

                   

Do you understand?



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

Your mother tells me that she's

arranging several dates for you



   

                   

with some young ladies.



   

                   

How do you feel about that?



   

                   

- Hello, I'm Candy Gulf.

- How do you do? I'm Mrs Chasen.



   

                   

Do come in. Harold's in the garden

but he'll be here in a moment.



   

                   

Shall we sit down?



   

                   

There's Harold.



   

                   

- He seems very nice.

- Thank you.



   

                   

- You are at the university?

- Yes, I am.



   

                   

- What are you studying?

- Poli Sci with a minor in Home Ec.



   

                   

Poli Sci...?



   

                   

Political Science.

It's all about what's going on.



   

                   

Is Harold interested in

what's going on?



   

                   

I just think

it's such a super thing to study



   

                   

and I can always fall back

on my Home Ec.



   

                   

- That's good planning.

- Yes.



   

                   

Tell me, are you a regular

with this Computer Club?



   

                   

Heavens, no!

I don't have to worry about dates.



   

                   

Some of the girls in my sorority

decided that someone ought to try it



   

                   

so we drew straws and I lost!



   

                   

But I'm looking forward to

meeting Harold.



   

                   

I should mention, Candy, Harold does

have his little eccentric moments.



   

                   

That's all right. I have a brother

who's a real cut-up, too.



   

                   

I will never forget the time,



   

                   

we had this old TV set

with no parts in it,



   

                   

Tommy stuck his head behind it

and started giving a whole newscast



   

                   

before the entire family!



   

                   

Must have been very funny.



   

                   

Yes, dear, here is Harold now.



   

                   

Harold, this is Candy.



   

                   

Candy's just been telling us

a funny story about...



   

                   

Walter Cronkite.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

- I beg your pardon.

- What do you want?



   

                   

I'm sorry, I was looking for Maude.



   

                   

How about some ginger pie?



   

                   

- Fine. Thank you.

- I'll heat some up.



   

                   

My, Harold,

I'm glad to see you again.



   

                   

Do you often model for Glaucus?



   

                   

Heavens, no!

I don't have the time



   

                   

but I like to keep in practice



   

                   

and poor Glaucus occasionally

needs his memory refreshed



   

                   

as to the contours

of the female form.



   

                   

- Do you disapprove?

- Me? No, of course not.



   

                   

Really? Do you think it's wrong?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Heavens! I'm glad you said that.



   

                   

I wanna show you my painting.

This is The Rape Of Rome.



   

                   

Over in the corner

is Leda And The Swan,



   

                   

self-portrait,



   

                   

and over here is my favourite.



   

                   

It's titled... Rainbow With

Egg Underneath And An Elephant.



   

                   

- Do you like it?

- Yeah, very much.



   

                   

I then became infatuated with these,

my odorifics.



   

                   

Give the nose a treat!

A kind of a... olfactory banquet.



   

                   

So, I began on the easiest -

roast beef, old books, mown grass



   

                   

and Mexican farmyard.



   

                   

Here's one you'll like,

Snowfall on   nd Street.



   

                   

I'll put it on.



   

                   

Now, you hold onto this,

I'll pump it up.



   

                   

Now, hold it up there. That's right.

What do you smell?



   

                   

Subways?



   

                   

Perfume?



   

                   

Cigarettes!



   

                   

- Snow.

- Sn...!



   

                   

It goes on and on.



   

                   

It's just great.



   

                   

But... then I decided

to switch to the tactile.



   

                   

- What do you think?

- I like this.



   

                   

No, no, really get close

and reach in and feel.



   

                   

There's my kettle.



   

                   

Well... stroke...



   

                   

palm... caress... explore.



   

                   

Here we are.

Oat straw tea and ginger pie.



   

                   

Excuse the mismatched saucers.



   

                   

- This is a new experience for me.

- Wonderful!



   

                   

Try something new each day. After

all, we're given life to find it out.



   

                   

Doesn't last forever.



   

                   

You look as if you could.



   

                   

Did I tell you

I'll be    on Saturday?



   

                   

You don't look   .



   

                   

That's the influence of the right

food, exercises and breathing.



   

                   

Greet the dawn with a breath of fire.



   

                   

There's no question,

my body's giving out.



   

                   

I'm well into autumn. It's all gonna

be over after Saturday.



   

                   

Tell me about yourself. What do you

do when you aren't at funerals?



   

                   

Yes, there is definitely

a certain attraction.



   

                   

I ask you though, Harold,

is it enough?



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

I like to watch things grow.



   

                   

They... grow and bloom and...

fade and die



   

                   

and change into something else.



   

                   

Life!



   

                   

I should like to change

into a sunflower most of all.



   

                   

They're so tall and simple.



   

                   

What flower would you like to be?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

- One of these maybe.

- Why do you say that?



   

                   

- Because they're all alike.

- But they're not.



   

                   

Look, see, some are smaller,

some are fatter.



   

                   

Some grow to the left,

some to the right.



   

                   

Some, even, have lost some petals.



   

                   

All kinds of observable differences.



   

                   

You see, Harold, I feel that

much of the world's sorrow



   

                   

comes from people who are this...



   

                   

yet, allow themselves

to be treated as that.



   

                   

Power steering.



   

                   

That little tree is in trouble.

Come on.



   

                   

Look at it.



   

                   

It's suffocating. It's the smog.



   

                   

People can live with it but trees,

it gives them asthma.



   

                   

They can't breathe.

The leaves! They're turning brown.



   

                   

Harold, we have got to do something

about this life.



   

                   

- What?

- We'll transplant it to the forest.



   

                   

- You can't do that.

- Why not?



   

                   

- This is public property.

- Well, exactly.



   

                   

Well, we'll need tools.



   

                   

You're right.

We'll go see Glaucus. Come on.



   

                   

Wait a minute.



   

                   

Police. Come.



   

                   

Good afternoon, Officer.

A bit of trouble here?



   

                   

Yes, ma'am.

Someone had trouble parking.



   

                   

Tell me, that car over there,

is that parked all right?



   

                   

Yes, ma'am, that's fine.



   

                   

Thank you so much. You might turn

the radio off - saves the battery.



   

                   

A little after-dinner liqueur,

Harold?



   

                   

- Thank you, I don't drink.

- It's all right, it's organic.



   

                   

- Thanks.

- It has no nutritional value



   

                   

but consistency

is not really a human trait.



   

                   

What is that up there?



   

                   

That's my umbrella.



   

                   

That's just a relic. I found it when

I was packing to come to America.



   

                   

It used to be my defence

on picket lines and rallies



   

                   

and political meetings,



   

                   

being dragged off by the police

and attacked by thugs.



   

                   

What were you fighting for?



   

                   

Big issue.

Liberty, rights, justice.



   

                   

Kings died, kingdoms fell.



   

                   

I don't regret the kingdom.



   

                   

What sense in borders

and nations and patriotism?



   

                   

But I miss the kings.



   

                   

When I was a little girl,

I was taken to the palace in Vienna



   

                   

to a garden party.



   

                   

I can still see the sun shining,

the parasols,



   

                   

the flashing uniforms

of the young officers.



   

                   

I thought then

that I would marry a soldier.



   

                   

Later on,

Frederick would chide me about it.



   

                   

He was so serious.



   

                   

A doctor at the university...



   

                   

and in the government.



   

                   

But that was all before.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

you don't use the umbrella any more?



   

                   

No more revolts?



   

                   

Yes. Every day...



   

                   

but... I don't need a defence

any more, I embrace.



   

                   

Still fighting for the big issues



   

                   

but now in my small, individual way.



   

                   

Shall we have a song?



   

                   

- I don't play...

- Come on, I'll show you.



   

                   

No...



   

                   

Harold, join in.



   

                   

That was fun!

Let's play something together!



   

                   

- I don't play anything.

- Nothing?!



   

                   

Dear me! Everybody should be able

to make some music.



   

                   

That's the cosmic dance.

Come with me.



   

                   

There has to be something.



   

                   

Now, let me see...



   

                   

Hold onto this. What is this?



   

                   

Just a second, there we are.



   

                   

You take...

This is the one. Take that.



   

                   

Just be impulsive, be fanciful.

Let the music flow out of you.



   

                   

You gotta make some chords.



   

                   

Put your finger

on the second fret there



   

                   

and this one on the third.

Then this one here.



   

                   

Harold dear.



   

                   

There you are!



   

                   

I have a little surprise for you.



   

                   

It's a present.



   

                   

Come along.



   

                   

There!



   

                   

Isn't it darling?



   

                   

I had them take away that monstrous

thing of yours and send this.



   

                   

So much more appropriate,

don't you think?



   

                   

One thing more, Harold.



   

                   

I telephoned

your second computer date



   

                   

and she seems a very nice,

quiet girl.



   

                   

Cute little thing, isn't it?

I like it very much.



   

                   

Your licence, lady.



   

                   

I don't have one.

I don't believe in them.



   

                   

- How long you been driving, lady?

- About    minutes, I guess.



   

                   

We were hoping to start sooner

but it's rather hard to find a truck.



   

                   

Is this your truck?



   

                   

No, I just took it.



   

                   

- You took it?

- Yes, I have to plant my tree.



   

                   

Well, it's not mine really



   

                   

but we would like to get it

into soil as soon as possible.



   

                   

Let me get this straight, you...



   

                   

All right, then, we'll be off.

Nice chatting with you.



   

                   

- He was very nice.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- I think he's following us.

- Is he?!



   

                   

The police,

always wanting to play games.



   

                   

Ma'am!



   

                   

Is the little tree all right?



   

                   

Yeah, fine.



   

                   

Terrific!



   

                   

There.



   

                   

I love the feel of soil, don't you?



   

                   

And the smell.



   

                   

It's the earth...



   

                   

The earth is my body,

my head is in the stars.



   

                   

Who said that?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

I suppose I did.



   

                   

Poor baby.



   

                   

Isn't it wonderful?!

All around us, living things.



   

                   

All right, out, lady.



   

                   

- Come on.

- Hello. Have we met before?



   

                   

None of that, lady. Out.



   

                   

It must have been your brother.

There is a family resemblance.



   

                   

Buddy, get out of the car.

Just stand over there, lady.



   

                   

Get out, buster!



   

                   

You're in a lot of trouble, lady.



   

                   

I have you for several offences,

including...



   

                   

possession of a stolen vehicle,



   

                   

resisting arrest and possession

of a stolen tree. Where is it?



   

                   

- We planted it.

- You planted it.



   

                   

- Is this your shovel?

- No.



   

                   

Possession of a stolen shovel.



   

                   

Don't get officious.

You're not yourself when you are.



   

                   

That's the curse of a government job.



   

                   

Lady.



   

                   

Are you gonna take

a lot of time with this?



   

                   

- Lady, please. Just quiet, please.

- Cos if you are...



   

                   

Grab the shovel, Harold.



   

                   

Lady! Stop or I'll have to shoot.



   

                   

I sure am picking up on vices.



   

                   

Vice? Virtue?

It's best not to be too moral.



   

                   

You cheat yourself out of

too much life. Aim above morality.



   

                   

If you apply that to life,



   

                   

then you're bound to live it fully.



   

                   

I haven't lived.



   

                   

I've died a few times.



   

                   

What was that?



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

The first time

was when I was at boarding school,



   

                   

in the chemistry lab.



   

                   

I was in there cleaning it up so I

decided I'd do a little experiment.



   

                   

You know, so I got all this stuff out

and began mixing it up,



   

                   

it was very scientific!



   

                   

There was this massive explosion.



   

                   

It knocked me down,

blew out a huge hole in the floor.



   

                   

There was boards and bricks

and flames leaping up.



   

                   

I figured, you know... time to leave.



   

                   

My career in school was over.



   

                   

So... I went home.



   

                   

My mother was a giving a party so

I went up the back stairs to my room.



   

                   

Turned out the light and...

I got this funny feeling.



   

                   

The doorbell rang.

I went out to the banister



   

                   

and these two policemen came in,



   

                   

found my mother... and... told her



   

                   

that I was killed in the fire.



   

                   

She put one hand up to her forehead,



   

                   

the other one she reached out

as if groping for support,



   

                   

and with this long sigh,



   

                   

she collapsed in their arms.



   

                   

I decided right then

that I enjoyed being dead.



   

                   

I understand.

A lot of people enjoy being dead



   

                   

but they're not dead really.



   

                   

They're just backing away from life.



   

                   

Reach out and take a chance,

get hurt even,



   

                   

but play as well as you can.



   

                   

Go team, go!



   

                   

Gimme an L, gimme an I,

gimme a V, gimme an E.



   

                   

L-l-V-E, live.



   

                   

Otherwise you got nothing

to talk about in the locker room.



   

                   

I like you, Maude.



   

                   

I like you, Harold.



   

                   

Harold is down at the garage.



   

                   

He has a new car

and he's just been tuning it up.



   

                   

- He's very mechanical.

- What kind of car is it?



   

                   

It's a little Jaguar.



   

                   

It looks like a hearse.



   

                   

Very nice. You know, compact.



   

                   

Edith, I'd like you to meet

my son Harold.



   

                   

Harold, this is Edith...



   

                   

- Phern.

- Phern. Very pleased to meet you.



   

                   

I think you should go and wash up,

dear. Join us in the drawing room.



   

                   

And what do you do, my dear?



   

                   

I'm a file clerk,

Harrison Feed and Grain.



   

                   

Well, what is it exactly that you do?



   

                   

I'm in charge of all the invoices

for the southwest.



   

                   

How interesting.



   

                   

We supply, for example,

most of the egg farmers in Pataluma.



   

                   

- So you can imagine...

- Yes.



   

                   

Here's Harold now.



   

                   

Don't get up, dear.



   

                   

Edith has been talking about her job.



   

                   

I'm a file clerk.



   

                   

Henderson Feed and Grain.



   

                   

Harrison, Harrison Feed and Grain.

It's at Hamilton and  th.



   

                   

I'm in charge of the invoices.



   

                   

I type up the schedule

for the trucking fleet.



   

                   

She supplies the whole southwest

with chicken feed.



   

                   

Well, not exactly

the whole southwest,



   

                   

although we do do a large business.



   

                   

Barley was very big last week.

    ...



   

                   

bushels.



   

                   

In view of your recent actions,

Harold,



   

                   

you have left me with no recourse



   

                   

but to listen to

your uncle's proposed solution.



   

                   

Consequently, I have instructed him

to induct you into the service,



   

                   

and for your own good,



   

                   

to take up active duty

with the United States army.



   

                   

And I hope they have more luck

with you than I.



   

                   

Maude, they're gonna draft me.



   

                   

Well, don't go.



   

                   

They'll put me in jail.



   

                   

Well, historically,

you'll be in very good company.



   

                   

Maude, can you help me?



   

                   

With your skill and my experience, I

think we can come up with something.



   

                   

Look on me

as a father in this matter.



   

                   

I know you have no desire

to join the army



   

                   

but once you're in, you'll love it.

It's a great life.



   

                   

Look at me - chauffeur, respect,

money in the bank.



   

                   

It has its drawbacks

like anything else, I suppose,



   

                   

but the army takes care of you

and you've got a buddy for life.



   

                   

Good idea coming out here, Harold.

It's a lovely spot.



   

                   

- Thank you, Uncle.

- Call me sir.



   

                   

That's the first thing you learn.

An officer deserves your respect.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Let's examine the facts on it.



   

                   

I say this country has been too harsh

on its outright condemnation of war.



   

                   

You can point to the many

material advantages brought about



   

                   

by a crisis and conflict policy.



   

                   

Hell, World War II gave us

the ballpoint pen.



   

                   

In wartime,

the national suicide rate drops.



   

                   

Is that a fact? Now, why in hell

did we give up on the Germans?



   

                   

Since the damn politicians

chalked them up on our side,



   

                   

the wars ever since

have been a national disgrace.



   

                   

Hell, look at history -



   

                   

the two best wars we ever

fought were against the Jerries.



   

                   

I say get the Krauts

on the other side where they belong.



   

                   

Let's have an enemy worth killing

and a war this country can support.



   

                   

That's pretty strong stuff, sir.



   

                   

Well, Harold, I've always been a man

that speaks his piece.



   

                   

Always hurt me.

I'm not liked in Washington.



   

                   

I know that...

but I do have friends in high places.



   

                   

They kept falling!



   

                   

Joe falls back,

a neat, red hole in his head.



   

                   

Only one thing

kept going through my mind.



   

                   

Kill! Kill! For Joe and Mack

and all the rest of the guys.



   

                   

Kill! And then there was

a blinding flash...



   

                   

and I woke up on a stretcher.



   

                   

"Did we hold?" I asked the medic.



   

                   

"Yes, sir," he said...



   

                   

and I slipped into unconsciousness.



   

                   

Boy!



   

                   

That's a terrific story, sir.



   

                   

Well, you'll have stories like that

to tell of your own some day.



   

                   

- Do you think so, sir?

- Sure you will.



   

                   

Gee, I never dreamed

it could be that exciting.



   

                   

It's the most exciting thing

in the world.



   

                   

To pit your own life against another.



   

                   

- Yes.

- To kill.



   

                   

The taste of blood in your mouth.



   

                   

The moment of truth.



   

                   

- Another man's life in your sights!

- Yes!



   

                   

- Will they really teach me to shoot?

- Sure. A range of weapons.



   

                   

- To use a bayonet?

- Yes!



   

                   

- How about hand-to-hand combat?

- Yes.



   

                   

To strangle someone, choke 'em,



   

                   

squeeze out his life

in your bare hands!



   

                   

- You're getting carried away.

- To slit his throat...



   

                   

- I don't know.

- See the blood spurt out.



   

                   

- And souvenirs.

- Souvenirs?



   

                   

Of your kill.

Eyes, ears, nose, scalp, privates.



   

                   

What would be the chance

of getting one of these?



   

                   

- To think I could make my own!

- That's disgusting.



   

                   

- It certainly is.

- Madam, who are you?



   

                   

- I am petitioning for peace.

- Parasite.



   

                   

- I came here to speak.

- Crazy parasite. Commie bastard.



   

                   

Don't you talk to me like that,

you foul-mouthed degenerate.



   

                   

- Remember Nathan Hale.

- Calm down.



   

                   

- She's a commie pig...

- Don't you advance on me!



   

                   

You'll all end up like this.



   

                   

- Just like this!

- Filth. Filth!



   

                   

Give me that.

I'm gonna throw that in the sewer.



   

                   

- Madam, please.

- She took my head.



   

                   

- Calm down, Harold.

- She took my head!



   

                   

I'll kill her! I'll kill her!



   

                   

I'll kill her!



   

                   

Give back the head,

let's have no trouble. Harold!



   

                   

Madam!



   

                   

Damn you!



   

                   

You took my head! You cow!



   

                   

- I'll kill you!

- Help!



   

                   

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.



   

                   

Harold, stop that.



   

                   

What have you done?



   

                   

Do you pray?



   

                   

Pray? No, I communicate.



   

                   

With God?



   

                   

Life.



   

                   

- This is real nice.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Makes me want to do somersaults.

- Why don't you?



   

                   

I'd feel stupid.



   

                   

Harold, everyone has the right

to make an ass out of themselves.



   

                   

You can't let the world

judge you too much.



   

                   

Do you care to join me

in a little cartwheel?



   

                   

I feel more like yelling!



   

                   

I had the most wonderful day today...



   

                   

and... you're very beautiful.



   

                   

You make me feel like a schoolgirl.



   

                   

Shall I come and visit you tomorrow?

Oh, I can't.



   

                   

I have a luncheon date...

with a girl.



   

                   

I don't even know her.

My mother arranged it.



   

                   

Look!



   

                   

Dreyfus once wrote from

Devil's Island that he would see



   

                   

the most glorious birds.



   

                   

Many years later in Brittany, he

realised they had only been seagulls.



   

                   

For me, they will

always be glorious birds.



   

                   

I cannot emphasise too strongly

the importance of this meeting.



   

                   

This is the last girl so this is

your third and final chance.



   

                   

And please try to be serious, Harold.



   

                   

If not for your sake,

at least for hers.



   

                   

There she is.



   

                   

Sunshine, I'd like you

to meet Harold.



   

                   

Harold, this is Sunshine Doré.



   

                   

How do... How do you do?



   

                   

I can't complain.



   

                   

Sunshine is an actress, Harold.



   

                   

- I like to think so.

- Wonderful.



   

                   

Why don't you two go down

to the music room



   

                   

and I'll follow with some drinks.



   

                   

Or perhaps Starlight

would like a cigarette.



   

                   

- Sunshine!

- Yes, of course.



   

                   

Sunshine.



   

                   

Would you like a cigarette?



   

                   

No, thank you. They stain my fingers.



   

                   

Is Sunshine your real name?



   

                   

Well, actually it was the name

of my drama teacher, Louis Sunshine.



   

                   

Perhaps you've heard of him?



   

                   

He was such an influence on

the development of my instrument.



   

                   

That means my body in theatre talk.



   

                   

Doré is my real name.



   

                   

Well, Dore, actually.



   

                   

Oh, my! What a lovely place

you have here.



   

                   

Do you play?



   

                   

No. I am learning the ban...

The harmonica.



   

                   

Is this your father?



   

                   

No. It's my Uncle Victor.



   

                   

He's in the army. I do so like

the military, don't you?



   

                   

What a wonderful collection

of knives. May I see them?



   

                   

No, don't touch. They're very old.



   

                   

Do you enjoy knives?



   

                   

Oh, yes!



   

                   

You might find this one interesting.

It's a Hara-Kiri blade.



   

                   

What's Hara-Kiri?



   

                   

That was marvellous!



   

                   

It had the ring of truth.



   

                   

I played Juliet

in the Sunshine Playhouse.



   

                   

Louis thought it was

my best performance.



   

                   

What's here?

A cup, closed in my true love's hand?



   

                   

Poison, I see,

hath been his timeless end.



   

                   

O, happy dagger.



   

                   

O, happy dagger,



   

                   

this is thy sheath,

there rest...



   

                   

...and let me die...



   

                   

I-I've...



   

                   

That was your last date.



   

                   

It wasn't very scary.



   

                   

No. It had nothing on this afternoon.



   

                   

Come on, you loved it.

It was a new experience.



   

                   

You sure have a way with people.



   

                   

Well, they're my species.



   

                   

Look at these stars.



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

A gift!



   

                   

"Harold loves Maude"



   

                   

And Maude loves Harold.



   

                   

This is the nicest present

that I've received in years.



   

                   

So I'll always know where it is.



   

                   

Could I speak with Fée, please?



   

                   

Fée? Darling,

I know René will be furious but...



   

                   

If he knew what I had to put up with

in the last few days.



   

                   

- Mother.

- Not now, dear.



   

                   

Could you put me down for Monday?



   

                   

- I'd like to talk to you.

- I'm on the phone.



   

                   

I'm getting married.



   

                   

What did you say?



   

                   

I'm getting married.



   

                   

Hold the line, Fée.



   

                   

To who?



   

                   

I suppose you think this

is very funny, Harold. A sunflower.



   

                   

You can't be serious.



   

                   

Your mother has spoken to me

about your marriage plan



   

                   

and although I have nothing

against marriage,



   

                   

I don't think

this is quite... normal.



   

                   

A very common neurosis,

particularly in this society,



   

                   

whereby the male child subconsciously

wishes to sleep with his mother.



   

                   

Of course, what puzzles me, Harold,



   

                   

is that you want to sleep

with your grandmother.



   

                   

I would be remiss in my duty...



   

                   

if I did not tell you...



   

                   

that the idea of...



   

                   

intercourse...



   

                   

and the fact of your firm, young...



   

                   

body...



   

                   

co-mingling...



   

                   

with the...



   

                   

withered flesh...



   

                   

sagging...



   

                   

breasts...



   

                   

and...



   

                   

flabby...



   

                   

buttocks...



   

                   

makes me want...



   

                   

to vomit.



   

                   

It's... dazzling.



   

                   

You've thought of everything,



   

                   

and champagne.



   

                   

It's all right, it's organic.



   

                   

For you.



   

                   

And...



   

                   

after dinner...



   

                   

one more little surprise...



   

                   

that I hope will make you very happy.



   

                   

I am happy.



   

                   

I couldn't imagine

a lovelier farewell.



   

                   

Farewell?



   

                   

Yes, it's my   th birthday.



   

                   

Well, you're not going anywhere...

are you?



   

                   

Yes, dear.

I took the tablets an hour ago.



   

                   

I'll be gone by midnight.



   

                   

What?!



   

                   

What a fuss this is. So unnecessary.



   

                   

Don't die, Maude, for Christ's sake.



   

                   

Don't upset yourself so.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

Harold... that's wonderful.



   

                   

Go and love some more.



   

                   

Never. Never.









 
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