How's it going?
How's it going?
Yeah, how do you feel?
Well, my parents are dead. My wife is in an institution. My son has disappeared out west somewhere. I feel old and I feel swindled, that's how I feel.
How's it going?
How's it going?
Yeah, how do you feel?
Well, my parents are dead. My wife is in an institution. My son has disappeared out west somewhere. I feel old and I feel swindled, that's how I feel.
Miriam! I have to take your blood pressure!
I've been sitting still for 25 years. You missed your chance.
What's it like to be them? What are they thinking?
They're not. The virus didn't spare the higher faculties.
We know that for a fact?
Yes.
Because?
Because the alternative is unthinkable.
You told him I was a kind man. How kind is it to give life, only to take it away?
It's given to and taken away from all of us.
Why does that not comfort me?
Because you are a kind man. Because he's your friend.
It's quiet.
Yes, everybody's sleeping.
I'm not asleep.
No. You're awake.
We've got to tell everybody. We've got to remind them. We've got to remind them how good it is.
How good what is, Leonard?
Read the newspaper. What does it say? All bad. It's all bad. People have forgotten what life is all about. They've forgotten what it is to be alive. They need to be reminded. They need to be reminded of what they have and what they can lose. What I feel is the joy of life, the gift of life, the freedom of life, the wonderment of life!
Miriam, there's no easy way to tell you this, so - your husband - he was granted a divorce from you in 1952.
Oh, thank God!
My son is in pain! Please, stop this!
He's fighting, Mrs. Lowe.
He's losing.
Awkward turtles make weird babies.
Hello. My name is Leonard Lowe. It has been explained to me that I've been away for quite some time. I'm back.
His gaze is from the passing of bars so exhausted, that it doesn't hold a thing anymore. For him, it's as if there were thousands of bars and behind the thousands of bars no world. The sure stride of lithe, powerful steps, that around the smallest of circles turns, is like a dance of pure energy about a center, in which a great will stands numbed. Only occasionally, without a sound, do the covers of the eyes slide open-. An image rushes in, goes through the tensed silence of the frame- only to vanish, forever, in the heart.
I can't imagine being older than 22. I've no experience at it. I know it's not 1926. I just need it to be.
I'm not very good with people. I like them. I wish I could say I had more than a rudimentary understanding of them. Maybe if they were less unpredictable...
I'm sorry, if you were right, I would agree with you.
Read the newspaper. What does it say? All bad. It's all bad. People have forgotten what life is all about. They've forgotten what it is to be alive. They need to be reminded. They need to be reminded of what they have and what they can lose. What I feel is the joy of life, the gift of life, the freedom of life, the wonderment of life!