Animals with the Tollkeeper
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- 1998
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Animals with The Tollkeeper
It has been almost three years,
Since I first heard the
story of the tollkeeper.
At first, the tale seemed
too unimaginable to be true.
But as I heard more and more rumours
of this contemporary phenomenon,
the myth became a
source of great intrigue.
Finding the exact location of this man
required true detective work.
But after months of trekking
We have found our quarry.
Hello!
I am a film-maker.
Interested in talking with you.
I would like to talk to you on film.
Are you gonna go on?
No. We came to talk with you.
Go on, Fillmore. Go inside.
An unexpected snag.
Our subject appears to be apprehensive.
This first day was not so successful.
This man has shown a
strange resistance to us.
Our concerns have now
turned to the weather.
A storm is on the way.
We must prepare for its arrival.
We shall stay in the truck,
except for Henri, our sound-man,
who has volunteered to stay
in a small tent with a camera.
Felipe thinks Henri is insane. I agree.
We are happy to see Henri.
We are happy that we have survived
the brutality of the desert night.
But now, we must get back to work.
Please!
I have searched for
you for three years.
Give me one minute of time.
We have run into an immovable object.
We must try an unorthodox approach.
Look at Felipe!
Look, what he can do!
Look at us!
Isn't this amazing. Come on.
You can stand on Felipe's stomach.
Felipe's years in the
circus have paid off.
At long last, we have made a friend.
This is the toll-gate.
What is wrong?
I feel kinda naked without my tuba.
This is the toll-gate.
It's the most essential part
of the toll-gathering mechanism.
On this day, we were treated
cactus wine, and what looked
like the meat from a small bird.
His initial unwillingness to talk to us,
seems a distant memory.
Now we could not keep
him quiet if we tried.
When I was a young man,
I played third horn in
the Milbert and Gilmore
all-marching band, out in San Francisco.
I love playing the horn.
But I didn't play too good.
Not for the marching band.
I play good enough for out here.
One day after we gave
a real bad performance,
I got an idea. It was
gonna be a gold-rush town.
It sprang up from nowhere,
about 50 miles to my right down here.
And another gold-rush
town spring up to my left.
And it only made sense that
people were gonna go back and forth.
So I said, 'If I put a toll-gate
between the two, I could make a fortune!'
Here I am!
As time went on, my horse died, two towns died.
But I still have a feeling
that someday somebody's
gonna build a big road
right through here.
It's just a matter of time.
Has anyone ever passed
through your toll-booth?
No, not yet.
You have been here fifty years?
Yes, that's right.
The second and most
important part of this toll operation,
Is this coin-deposit facility.
Filmore came to me eight years
ago. Just wondered up one day.
Never taught him to
dance. He just does it.
When he sleeps, the toll-keeper's
dreams are filled with effigies of romance
he could only only in the
silence of a desert night.
This morning's sunrise was
accompanied by a strange humming
sound coming from the distant horizon.
A spectacular event will occur.
After fifty years of waiting,
an automobile will pass
through the toll-keeper's gate.
Preparations have begun.
I see it! L'arrive!
Gotta get it ready for the next
folks that come by. There'll be others.
Too many broken people
today. No place to go.
No hope.
So they'll come to
me because I'll be waiting for
them. with my tuba, and they'll stop.
They'll stop at my gate and
they'll be still like the wind.
And they'll hear my music.
That'll fix them.
And it'll only cost them a nickel.
This day we said goodbye
to our strange new friend.
Whether our expedition was
successful, I do not know but
I am satisfied.
Today, I feel less a film-maker
than an archaeologist.
Who has stumbled across
a rare but fragile relic.
who marvelled at its beauty
momentarily, and must walk softly away.
leaving no footprints.
Henry, can you hear me?
Where are you, Henry?
Where are you?
Out of sorrow we walk in
the language of a dream.
You must have heard it somewhere?
Stuck in his head and it
rolls around and around.
I hate to rush you, but I've
been half a fart behind all day.
Where are you going again?
Under the bridge, where all the
old Mafia dudes used to hang out.
You think he's an idiot, don't you?
You're not one of those guys that's
that's gonna yap the whole time,
are you? 'Cus I don't like yappers.
No, I'm not like that, I keep to
myself. You happen to bug me too.
It's a popular misconception,
the idiot thing.
He butchers his
words, but they're always well
chosen. He's clean, compulsively
Show him your nails, friend.
That was a close shave.
Sorry.
You're in your own little
world today, aren't you?
Got your own little symbiosis
going with yourself.
Talk to your friend, will you?
He's got his own little world, himself.
Smiles all the time.
Even at his mother's
funeral, he smiled.
Must be a nice life.
Easy navigation for perpetual bliss.
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Imagine a guy like
you with a guy like me.
ending up alone together
under a bridge like this.
Pretty romantic, huh?
Necessity makes strange bedfellows.
All lovey-dovey. I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to ask you
In the parlance of the tough-guy world
To stick 'em up.
This is perfect.
You don't know how perfect this is.
You're a real son of a
b*tch, you know that?
but you come at me
just at the right time.
Don't blame me. I'm not inventing this
kind of thing, I'm just part of a trend.
This can't be your first time.
Part of the job.
Still, kind of makes your colon twitch.
To tell you the truth
I don't feel a thing.
Nothing.
I'm numb.
You know, I prefer to do
this with a sense of poetry.
If I had to shoot you,
I'd feel real sad.
Go ahead, blast away.
Who's stopping you?
It's a real gun. It has
bullets and everything.
I'm afraid the prognosis
of you surviving with this
attitude of yours is fairly remote.
You're making a very
unfortunate choice.
The last fellow who resisted
now suffers from a
severe lack of breath.
It's not a matter of resisting.
I want you to shoot me.
Go ahead!
Do it!
I don't give a f*** anymore. I don't
wanna be part of your world anymore.
There's no future in nobility.
You're going to die for $23?
My friend, I'm not one
to judge another man's bible
but I'm afraid your
brains aren't all in a row.
I'm sorry I had to take your money.
You seem like a nice guy.
but I couldn't sleep at
night knowing I let it slip by.
It's just the beast of the nature.
Are you mad at me?
Bonjour!
Thank the Lord we found you!
Hit the road, I'm not in the mood.
This address.
I'm not gonna take you
anywhere, so just get out.
I don't think it's too far away.
Look, you see this vein?
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