- * JUST ANOTHER DAY
* AN EASY GAME TO PLAY [door closes]
- JULIE, YOU'RE HOME EARLY.
[sad music]
JULIE, WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S--WHAT'S WRONG?
- SAM, I'M PREGNANT.
- WITH WHAT?
- A BABY.
- [sighs]
- WHOSE IS IT?
- YOURS. - MINE?
MINE AND-- AND WHO--WHO ELSE?
- MINE.
- IS IT--
[laughs]
IS IT GONNA GROW? - YES. MM-HMM.
- WOW. WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW.
WOW.
WHAT DOES IT--
WHAT DOES IT DRINK?
- UM, BREAST MILK. - FOR THE REST OF ITS LIFE?
- NO, JUST FOR A WHILE. - [sighs]
[sniffles]
DOES IT EAT?
- YES, IT EATS FOOD.
- THANK GOD.
- WELL, BABY FOOD.
- [laughs]
ARE YOU KIDDING? GREAT. JUST PERFECT.
JUST PERFECT.
DOES IT HAVE A NAME YET?
- NO, NOT YET. - CAN WE NAME IT LIONEL?
- PROBABLY NOT.
- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?
- WELL, YOU HAD A NOCTURNAL EMISSION,
AND ME, YOUR GIRLFRIEND,
WHO HAS BECOME INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATED
AT YOUR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE OF ANYTHING SEXUAL,
SAW IT AS THE ONE AND ONLY CHANCE TO HAVE A BABY WITH YOU,
THE MAN THAT I LOVE.
SO I TOOK YOUR DNA--
- MY DEOXYRIBONUCLEIC ACID?
- YES. AND I PUT IT INSIDE OF MYSELF,
IMPREGNATING ME.
- WOW.
WELL...
I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO RAISE IT.
I'LL TRY MY BEST. I HOPE I DON'T LOSE THE THING.
- YOU WON'T. - I LOVE YOU, HONEY.
- * YOU GO BACK AND FORTH
* HEADING FOR THE DOOR
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- THE BABY'S IN THERE.
- I DON'T--I DON'T GET IT.
- THE BABY'S IN THERE.
- THE BABY'S IN THERE? - YES.
IN MY STOMACH. - NO.
- YEAH. YES. - NO.
NO! NO!
AH, SHIT.
[upbeat music]
*
- YOU KNOW, IT'S BEEN SAID A DREAM IS A POWERFUL THING.
[chuckles]
SO WHEN DID YOU GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAM?
AT WHAT POINT DID YOU START SAYING,
"OH, IT'S JUST A DREAM-- IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN"?
NO. THIS IS AMERICA, OKAY?
SO, IF YOU DREAMED OF BEING AN OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST,
WHY ARE YOU WORKING AT A FAST-FOOD JOINT?
JUST QUIT. LOBBY THE OLYMPIC COMMITTEE
TO MAKE SOMETHING YOU'RE THE BEST AT A SPORT
OR JUST REACH PEAK ATHLETICISM IN AN OLYMPIC YEAR
AND WIN THAT GOLD MEDAL.
NOW, MAYBE THAT'S NOT YOUR DREAM.
MAYBE YOUR DREAM IS TO BECOME
THE GREATEST HERO IN ALL HISTORY.
[mockingly] "OH, GEE, I DON'T KNOW, DAVE.
THAT'S PRETTY HARD."
STOP IT, OKAY?
I'VE HEARD ENOUGH.
JUST PUT DOWN THAT SODA,
INVENT A TIME MACHINE, GO BACK IN TIME,
AND KILL ADOLF HITLER.
BUT, PLEASE, DO IT TODAY.
NOW ME, WHAT'S MY DREAM?
[chuckles] WELL, I HAD ONE OF THOSE WEIRD DREAMS
WHERE I SHOW UP TO MY THIRD-GRADE CLASS NAKED,
SO THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO.
HEY!
[children scream]
[siren wails]
OH!
- I COME TO AMERICA IN 1988.
WITH MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, ELSA, AND MY FIVE LITTLE SONS.
IN TIME, WE MAKE TWO MORE.
MY WIFE DIE.
I WORK THREE JOBS TO GIVE MY BOYS GOOD HOME,
GOOD EDUCATION.
THEY ARE LIGHT OF MY LIFE.
[electronic music]
- CALL MY BY MY DJ NAME, DAMN IT.
YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE I'M GONNA GET A BILLBOARD
ON THE SUNSET STRIP BEFORE YOU, CHRIS.
- THERE'S NO WAY YOU GET A BILLBOARD BEFORE ME.
- HERE, USE THIS.
[electronic music]
- TIM, YOU BLEW MY TRANSITION!
- YEAH? WELL, MIKE WAS TOUCHING MY BUTTON!
- MATT, STOP TOUCHING MY FADERS, OKAY?
POPPY? - NOW, BOYS,
YOU'RE ALL WONDERFUL DJs.
YOU ALL SPIN THE DISCS,
ATTEMPTING TO TRANSITION FROM ONE RECORD TO ANOTHER
AND CARRY THE BEAT TO A MUSICAL CRESCENDO.
- QUIT HOGGING ALL THE BASS. - YOU KEEP MOVING MY LOWS.
- DJ PLATTERPUSS, TECHTONIC RAT,
STOP WITH THE ARGUMENT.
THERE'S ENOUGH NIGHTCLUBS IN LAS VEGAS FOR BOTH OF YOU.
- THANK YOU, DEAR GOD, FOR THIS FAMILY--
MINE SEVEN D.J. SONS WHO BRING ME SUCH JOY.
GIVE THEM STRONG EARS, FAR SURPASSING THEIR PEERS.
GIVE THEM STRONG WRISTS FOR MIXER KNOB TWISTS.
GIVE THEM THE KNACK TO SELECT THE RIGHT TRACK.
BUT PLEASE KEEP THEM HUMBLE WHILE THEY MAKE THE BASS RUMBLE.
- STOP! - GET OFF!
- BOYS, BOYS, STOP!
LOOK, YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL DJs.
YOU WOULD ALL MAKE YOUR MOTHER PROUD.
NOW, THERE'S SOMETHING I MUST TELL YOU.
THE DOCTOR--
HE SAY I HAVE A SPOT ON MY LUNG...
TOO MUCH CIGARS.
I WANTED TO TELL YOU, WITH THE SHORT TIME I HAVE LEFT,
I WANT TO BE A DJ TOO.
[electronic music]
- ARE WE THERE? DID WE MAKE IT?
- LOOKS LIKE IT. HITLER SHOULD BE SOMEWHERE IN THIS PARK.
- GOT IT. ALL RIGHT.
- LET'S TAKE THIS SON OF A BITCH OUT AND CHANGE HISTORY FOREVER.
- I...I CAN'T.
- COME ON, TAKE THE SHOT, MULHERN.
- I CAN'T, OKAY? WE WENT BACK TOO FAR.
- IS THAT HIM?
WELL, I DON'T CARE HOW OLD HE IS, OKAY?
EXECUTE THE TARGET, AND WE GO BACK TO THE FUTURE AS HEROES.
- I CAN'T DO IT, OKAY?
IF YOU WANT TO SHOOT HIM, BE MY GUEST.
- ALL RIGHT. FINE.
I'M GONNA DO IT. I'M GONNA KILL THAT CUTE LITTLE BABY
AND THAT ADORABLE PUPPY.
DAH! UGH! - WAIT A MINUTE.
I HAVE AN IDEA. WE CAN TRAVEL TO ANY TIME WE WANT, RIGHT?
- YEAH.
YEAH!
[laughs]
[beeping]
- MUCH BETTER.
I SEE THE BASTARD NOW.
"OFF WIDERHEISEN," MEIN FUHRER.
- HEY, HEY. ARE THOSE KIDS TRYING TO MAKE HIM SMOKE?
- YEAH, I THINK SO.
- OH, MY GOD. HE TURNED THEM DOWN.
[both laugh] THAT'S AMAZING.
- THIS IS WEIRD TO SAY, BUT I'M KIND OF PROUD OF HIM.
- I AM TOO! [laughs]
- WE GOT TO GO FARTHER.
- BACK? - NO. INTO THE FUTURE.
- HMM.
- COOL. THE TREES HAVE GOTTEN TALLER.
WHAT'S UP? CAN YOU SEE HIM?
- NO. TWO JEWISH GUYS ARE IN THE WAY.
O.M.G., I THINK WE JUMPED AHEAD TO PROM NIGHT.
- WHAT? REALLY? HOW'S HE LOOK?
- VERY HANDSOME. AND HERE COMES HIS DATE NOW.
SHE'S A KNOCKOUT. - GORGEOUS!
[both laugh]
WAY TO GO, ADOLF.
WAIT, WHAT'S HAPPENING?
- CUT IT OUT. YOU--
YOU CAN'T DO THAT.
SHE'S LEAVING HIM ON PROM NIGHT?
- NO! NO, YOU DON'T DO THAT. YOU DON'T DO THAT!
- OH, MY GOD, THIS IS HEARTBREAKING.
WE CAN'T ASSASSINATE THE GUY NOW.
- THAT REALLY STINKS.
ALL RIGHT, NOW THIS SHOULD WORK.
LET'S JUST TAKE HIM OUT, ALL RIGHT?
- ICH BIN EIN BERLINER! [crowd cheers]
- HEY, HE'S REALLY INSPIRING THOSE PEOPLE.
- YEAH.
MAN, I HAD NO IDEA HE COULD BE SO...
EMPOWERING.
- ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL WE'VE SEEN HIM GO THROUGH.
- [shouting] [crowd cheers]
- HEY, MAN, WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?
- UM, WHO ARE THOSE GUYS?
- THEY MUST HAVE SENT MORE SOLDIERS BACK
TO GET THE JOB DONE.
- OH, NO, YOU DON'T.
- OH-HO-HO-HO!
[laughs] OH!
NICE.
- SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WE'LL TAKE ADOLF OUT SOME OTHER TIME?
- YEAH. YEAH, DEFINITELY. WE HAVE TO, THOUGH.
- I KNOW. WE WILL. - OKAY.
[computer beeps]
- OH, STOSH, ALWAYS WITH YOUR HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.
WHAT ARE YOU DREAMING ABOUT ANYWAY?
- I DREAM ABOUT GOING TO AMERICA.
* IT'S BEEN MY DREAM
* FOR A LONG, LONG WHILE
* TO PUMP UP THE CROWD WITH MY DJ STYLE *
* I'D HAVE LASER BEAMS TO WOW THEM ALL *
* BUT HERE IN POLAND
* THERE'S NO FOG MACHINES AT ALL *
* BUT all: * BUT?
* IN AMERICA, ALL THE RECORDS SPIN *
* AND THE TURNTABLES COME IN PAIRS *
* IN AMERICA, ALL THE DJs WIN *
* THEY'RE ON BILLBOARDS EVERYWHERE *
- * THEY'RE ON BILLBOARDS EVERY... *
- * DANCE NOW, EVERYBODY
- * WHERE
all: * BILLBOARDS EVERYWHERE
* HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY...
- IS IT READY, POPPY?
- WHAT YOU DOING?
YOU SHOULD BE PRACTICING THE D.J.
GO PRACTICE WITH YOUR BROTHERS.
SPIN THE DISCS! SPIN THE DISCS!
[indistinct chatter]
- SLOWINSKI WITH THE WINDUP.
- WAY TO GO, BUTT-MUNCH. - WHAT?
[ethereal music]
- PETE, WHAT ARE YOU DO-- - SHH!
- WHAT IS THAT, PETE?
[backfires, engine sputters]
- A DRIVING SAUCER.
- DRIVING SAUCERS, U.D.O.s--
THEY'VE LONG BEEN THE SUBJECT OF HOLLYWOOD SCIENCE FICTION.
BUT WHAT IF IT'S ALSO SCIENCE FACT?
- I WAS COMING HOME LATE AT NIGHT,
AND A BRIGHT OBJECT PULLED UP ALONGSIDE OF ME,
AND IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A-- LIKE A DISC.
AND IT FLEW-- FLEW DOWN THE ROAD.
- NOW, YOU SAY IT FLEW?
- NO, I'M SORRY. I MISSPOKE. IT DROVE.
IT DROVE REAL FAST DOWN THE ROAD.
- IN THE LAST 50 YEARS,
WE'VE EXPERIENCED AN INCREASE IN THESE STRANGE ENCOUNTERS.
- I SEEN IT. IT WAS IN A PARKING GARAGE,
AND IT DROVE UP ONE LEVEL,
AND THEN WENT UP TO A SECOND LEVEL.
AND THEN WHEN IT GOT UP TO THE TOP,
IT DROVE RIGHT BACK DOWN AND OUT ONTO THE STREET.
- UNFORTUNATELY, U.D.O.s REMAIN A SUBJECT
BRUSHED OFF BY THE AUTHORITIES.
- OH, YEAH, THEY'RE A HUGE PROBLEM.
TOP OF MY LIST, RIGHT AFTER BIGFOOT,
SASQUATCH, AND THE NORTHEASTERN YETI.
[indistinct chatter on police radio]
- EXPERTS BELIEVE THAT SAUCER ACTIVITY
IS BEING KEPT HIDDEN
BY SOME OF AMERICA'S MOST POWERFUL ORGANIZATIONS.
- BYE! - BYE! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!
- WE'LL MISS YOU! BYE!
- WHILE MANY OF US WILL EXPERIENCE THE WONDER
OF DRIVING SAUCERS ON THE SILVER SCREEN,
THEY REMAIN A MYSTERY TO US ALL.
IT IS UP TO EACH OF US TO SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH.
- NICE MOVES, LIONEL.
- THANKS, DAD.
HEY, DAD, I'VE BEEN WONDERING SOMETHING.
- YEAH, WHAT IS IT, SONNY?
- WHERE DO BABIES COME FROM?
- WOW.
WELL, SON, I GUESS YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW NOW.
WHEN A MAN AND A WOMAN LIKE EACH OTHER,
SOMETIMES THE WOMAN WILL SPEND A LOT OF TIME WITH THE MAN.
THEN ONE NIGHT WHEN THE MAN'S ASLEEP,
DREAMING ABOUT TWO GIRLS IN BIKINIS RIDING BY IN A BOAT,
THAT'S WHEN YOU WILL HAVE A NOCTURNAL EMISSION,
AND THE WOMAN WILL SCOOP UP SOME OF YOUR DNA--
- MY DEOXYRIBONUCLEIC ACID? - [chuckles] THAT'S RIGHT.
AND SHE'LL PLACE IT INSIDE OF HERSELF, CREATING A BABY.
THAT'S HOW YOU WERE BORN AND HOW I GOT HERE.
THE CYCLE OF BIRTH AND DEATH-- YOU KNOW, THE HOOP OF EXISTENCE.
THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT ALL WORTH LIVING, MY BOY.
- THANKS, DAD.
[insects chirping, owl hooting]
- [slurping]
[rooster crows]
LIONEL? LIONEL?
OH, SHIT, I LOST HIM.
- [gasps]
- ALIVE! - DEFROSTED!
- HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN FROZEN? - 40 YEARS, SIR.
- 40 YEARS I'VE BEEN FROZEN?
NO TIME FOR THAT.
IT'S ALL SO DIFFERENT. - WHAT IS, SIR?
- LOOK.
THE TREES-- THEY'RE SO MUCH TALLER.
WELL, LOOK AT THIS ONE. HA HA!
- YEAH. - THEY'RE ALL MUCH BIGGER.
LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT ONE. AND THAT ONE. MAMA MIA.
- SIR, LOOK, THIS IS A SMARTPHONE. IT CAN GO--
- YEAH, IT'S LIKE A SMALL COMPUTER.
CAN IT MEASURE THE GROWTH OF TREES?
- I CAN FIND OUT. - FIND OUT.
[upbeat funky music]
*
[knock at door]
- HI. - IS THAT MY RAIF?
- YES, RIGHT THERE. - OH!
- HELEN, MY WIFE!
- FATHER, IS THAT REALLY YOU?
- YES, IT'S ME.
- I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
- I DON'T BELIEVE IT EITHER. [laughs]
HA HA! IT'S GROWN!
[laughs]
I CAN BARELY WRAP MY ARMS AROUND IT.
- I'VE GOTTEN BIGGER TOO, FATHER.
WANT TO SEE IF YOU CAN WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND ME?
HE'S BACK.
- LOOK AT THE SIZE OF IT.
WHY, SHE'S GROWN!
MARK IT DOWN! IT'S 78 INCHES!
- GOT IT, FATHER.
- OH! YOU'VE GROWN.
I CAN'T MEASURE IT. WE NEED A BETTER MEASURING TOOL.
EACH MARK IS 15 INCHES LONG. MARK IT DOWN.
- GOT IT, FATHER.
- THIS BRANCH HAS GROWN 2 FEET SINCE I WAS HERE LAST.
- WAS HE LIKE THIS BEFORE HE WAS FROZEN?
- NOT QUITE.
- SEVEN SPRIGS AT 9 INCHES. MARK IT DOWN!
- STOP.
- WE HAVE 120 UP TO HERE.
MARK THAT DOWN! - I GOT IT, DAD.
- TELL ME SOMETHING, RAIF.
WHY ARE YOU CONSUMED BY THE TREES AND THEIR GROWTH?
- YOU KNOW, I'VE WONDERED THAT MYSELF--
WHY I ONLY CARE ABOUT TREES.
AND I HAVE AN ANSWER.
YOU SEE, WHEN YOU'RE ALIVE, TREES BARELY GROW.
JUST AN INCH OR TWO A YEAR.
BUT WHEN YOU'VE BEEN FROZEN FOR 40 YEARS,
THEN YOU REALLY NOTICE HOW MUCH YOUR TREES HAVE GROWN.
NOW, I'M GONNA NEED MORE LADDERS,
AND I'M GONNA NEED MORE RULERS, MEASURING DEVICES,
BECAUSE I WANT TO MEASURE EVERY SINGLE ONE!
- COULD YOU MAYBE REFREEZE HIM?
- IT COULD KILL HIM.
- THIS ONE'S GROWN SINCE WE TALKED!
- RIGHT IN THERE, DAD. - YOU THINK THEY'LL BE
EVEN TALLER WHEN I COME OUT?
- RAISE THE HEART RATE, DR. JAMES.
- YEAH, IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO.
- MWAH. [sighs]
WATCH THE TREES WHILE I'M GONE.
- OH, I WILL. - TAKE NOTES.
- THERE'S A LOT OF TREES
WHERE YOU'RE GOING. [monitors beep]
[flatline]
- HE'S DEAD.
both: [whispering] IT WORKED.
- HEROIN HAS RUINED MY LIFE,
BUT I'M DETERMINED, AND I'M DEDICATED,
AND--AND--AND THAT'S WHY I'M HERE--
TO GET CLEAN.
[applause]
q- MY NAME'S DARBY.
I TRIED HEROIN FOR THE FIRST TIME A COUPLE YEARS AGO.
I STARTED USING A LITTLE MORE AND A LITTLE MORE.
AND SOON, ALL I CARED ABOUT
WAS WHERE MY NEXT HIT WAS COMING FROM.
AND THEN ONE DAY...
I STOPPED.
- YOU JUST STOPPED?
- YEAH, I JUST STOPPED.
- WELL--WELL, HOW'D YOU DO IT?
- I JUST DECIDED NOT TO DO IT ANYMORE.
- YEAH! - YEAH, HEY!
[applause] - YOU SHOULD BE MORE LIKE HIM.
WE ALL SHOULD BE.
- WELL, IT CAN BE HARD TO STAY CLEAN, BUT--
- MM, NAH. I ALREADY STOPPED. THAT ONE DAY, REMEMBER?
LATER.
[rumbling, soil falling]
- [breathing heavily]
[gunshot]
- OOH! HUH? WHAT THE--
- IT JUST DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT TO LET HIM KILL HIMSELF, YOU KNOW?
- [gasps]
WHAT THE HECK?
- HEY, I GOT AN IDEA.
WHAT IF WE GO BACK, TAKE BABY HITLER TO THE FUTURE,
AND RAISE HIM?
- WHAT? NO, THAT'S--
- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. RAISE HIM OURSELVES...
AND RAISE HIM RIGHT.
- [chuckles] YEAH.
[computer beeps]
- BOYS, POPPY'S HOME.
SEVEN DJs, I HAVE YOUR GIFTS.
USB CABLES, FADER KNOBS.
[indistinct chatter] [gasps]
[chatter stops]
- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR COOL-GUY D.J. THREADS?
- WELL, WE'RE ACTUALLY NOT BEING DJs ANYMORE.
WE JUST STOPPED.
- BEING A DJ ISN'T SOMETHING YOU JUST STOP.
IT'S SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE.
IT'S IN YOUR DNA.
- MY DEOXYRIBONUCLEIC--
- WE WERE VERY COMMITTED TO OUR CRAFT.
WE BOUGHT IN FULLY TO THE WHOLE LIFESTYLE.
AND THEN TODAY, WE JUST GAVE IT UP.
OH!
- I'M NOT HAPPY. I'M NOT A HAPPY PAPPY.
- POPPY, WE'RE VERY SUCCESSFUL.
- [shouts in native language] SHUT UP!
I GIVE EVERYTHING FOR YOU TO BE DJs.
I MAKE YOU THE GOLUMPKI
SO YOU CAN MAKE THE BASS DRUM KICK LIKE A DONKEY.
I MAKE YOU THE SAUERKRAUT
SO THAT YOU CAN MAKE THE CROWD SHOUT.
I MAKE YOU THE BEETS
SO THAT YOU WILL MAKE BEATS.
- AND WE APPRECIATE IT, POPPY,
BUT THAT'S YOUR DREAM.
AND WE WANT YOU TO HAVE IT.
- WE GOT YOU A GIFT. - SHOW IT TO HIM.
- WE WANT YOU TO HAVE OUR GIGS.
- ME, EMCEE?
[sobs]
- HE LIKES IT.
[crowd cheers] - DON'T WORRY, PARTY PEOPLE.
TONIGHT YOU'RE IN THE ABLE HANDS OF MY DAD,
D.J. POLLOCKTAPUS.
HIT IT, PAPPY.
- YEAH!
[music blares through headphones]
[screams]
I-I SORRY. I SORRY.
- USE THE SPEAKERS NOT THE HEADPHONES.
- AAH! - PUT THE FOG DOWN.
- THE SNOW MACHINE IS NOT HELPING.
- WE'RE PROUD OF YOU, DAD. - GOOD JOB, DAD.
- WE LOVE YOU, DADDY. - WE LOVE YOU, DAD.
[jazzy music]
*
- OH!
HI. [laughs]
- [exhales sharply]
[both giggle]
WELL, SLAP MY FACE AND CALL ME LIONEL.
WHOA.
WHOA! WHOA!
OH!
WHAT--WHAT HAPPENED?
- YOU HAD A DREAM, SAMMY, A VERY SPECIAL DREAM.
I THINK WE MIGHT BE HAVING ANOTHER BABY SOON.
- ANOTHER LIONEL?
THE HOOP OF EXISTENCE.
- HOOP OF EXISTENCE!
[traditional African music]
*
- * IT'S THE HOOP
* IT'S THE HOOP OF EXISTENCE *