The Man Who Fell to Earth Page #2

- That's my advice.

- That's your advice to me?

- Yeah. - You're so f***ing smug and

ignorant, you don't know what's going on.

- Oh, really?

- These kids are bored.

They're bored with you

and these f***ing textbooks.

They're five years out of date.

I mean -

What they need is some real stimulus.

- Ideas to pursue.

- Yes, well...

we've had enough

of your pursuits.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about

the things you pursue, Nate.

Young things.

I don't know. Maybe it's your age.

You've become a novelty freak,

and you're not that young anymore.

You don't even get it, do you?

I'm younger than most of those kids.

- Oh, come on! - They're already middle-aged

because that's what they're taught.

Well, I want out.

- That's the fact.

- Face the facts.

What the hell else

can you do now except teach?

Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.

Tell you what. Why don't you go get a job

with that great company of yours?

I believe I will.

I believe you won't.

All the boys from the South

play the guitar

Dance to town, gonna sing

They stand when a lady

enters the room

They won't let her do a thing

All the boys from the South

went to boarding schools

It didn't hurt them none

- Weird-lookin' one. - Hey. That's got a

New York license number. Shall we check it?

- Yeah, might as well.

- Run an N.C.I.C.

39 Artesia. Ten-four.

Request N.C.I.C. Check.

New York license plate

158, zebra, boy, boy.

Morning. How are you this mornin'?

Uh, Sussex. I have a reservation.

Oh, yes, Mr. Sussex.

We've been expecting you.

Room 505, please.

Boy, that sure is a fancy-lookin' pen

you got there.

When shall I call

for you, sir?

I'm not sure.

Sometime tomorrow. I'll let you know.

He was born in Dixie

And his mama raised him right

He was born in Dixie

On a sultry summer night

- Um

No. No, I'll take that.

- No, I'll take the stairs.

- It's five flights.

- Do you want me to go back-

- No. Keep on going.

Oh! Oh, God!

Oh, God! God!

Oh! Oh. Oh.

Are you all right?

It's all right.

You're all right now.

We're on the fifth floor.

Oh, God!

Oh, Lord.

Oh. You're gonna be okay.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Lord.

This good?

You okay? Oh.

Lord.

Oh.

Mister?

Mister? Mister?

Are you okay?

- Are you okay?

- I - I must have fainted.

Fainted? I thought you were dead.

I'll call a doctor.

No, don't call a doctor.

Mmm.

Hello.

- You know, you're not at all like

my father. - I'm glad about that.

You know, you're not

a bit like my father.

I'm glad about that.

- You've got more little wrinkles.

- Mmm.

You have a lot of lines

on your forehead and wrinkles.

And things.

And things.

- And more things.

- That's why you torment me.

- I'm probably older than your dad.

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