Listen to Me Marlon

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This is the beginning of the tape.

We're on mono and we're on microphone 1.

Okay.

Now listen,

let me tell you something that I did.

I've had my head digitized.

And they put this laser

and it goes around you like this...

and they digitized my face.

And I made a lot of faces

and smiled and...

and made a sad face and...

So they've got it all on digital.

And actors are not going to be real,

they're going to be inside a computer.

You watch, it's gonna happen.

So maybe this is the swan song

for all of us.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

creeps in this petty pace

from day to day,

to the last syllable of recorded time;

and all our yesterdays

have lighted fools the way

to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player, that struts

and frets his hour upon the stage,

and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot,

full of sound

and fury, signifying...

nothing.

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units responding to a shooting.

Police came to a call to 911,

but this was no ordinary address,

the caller no ordinary citizen.

Marlon Brando was on the line

to report a shooting at his home.

Misery...

has come to my house.

Brando won an Oscar

for his performance in the 1954 film

On the Waterfront.

He was already being acclaimed

as the greatest American

film actor ever.

You take the good goods away,

and the kickbacks

and the shakedown cabbage

and them pistoleros and you're nothin'.

Hey, Stella.

You can bet that Marlon Brando's impact

on the world of movie acting

will still be felt 500 years from now.

I'm gonna make him an offer

he can't refuse.

Marlon Brando was here

at his home at the time of the shooting,

but police who questioned the actor

say he did not witness it.

The shooting

put a spotlight on the private life

of one of Hollywood's

most reclusive stars.

And it's been a struggle

to try to preserve sanity

and sense of reality

that is taken away from you by success.

It will be

a highly personalized documentary

on the life activities of myself,

Marlon Brando.

We establish that he is a troubled man,

alone, beset with memories,

in a state of confusion and sadness,

isolation, disorder.

He's wounded beyond being able

to be social in an ordinary way,

he becomes like a mechanical doll.

Maybe he felt that he was treated badly.

And that he's angry about the treatment.

He's collecting bits

of information here, odd bits of film

to try to explain why are you this way?

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

Now let your mind drift

back,

way back in time

to a time when you were very young,

when you used to wake up in the morning,

put on your clothes

while everyone was sleeping,

and walk down the sidewalk in Omaha

and sit underneath that big elm tree.

With the wind blowing the light,

the shadow of leaves.

It is like a wonderful, soft dream

and that soft wind calling.

That's a wind that you can trust.

You are the memories.

I've always in my life had

a strong sense that I had to be free.

Standing on that train, I was free.

I used to love to stand in the car

and listen to the rails.

You know?

It's an eccentric kind of rhythm.

I arrived in New York with holes

in my socks and holes in my mind.

I remember getting drunk,

lying down on the sidewalk

and going to sleep.

Nobody bothered me.

I was always somebody who had

an unquenchable curiosity about people.

I liked to walk down the street

and look at faces.

I used to go to the corner

of Broadway and 42nd Street

in an Optimo cigar store.

I would watch people for three seconds

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