We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th Street and Avenue B. It's the top floor of what was once a music-publishing factory. Old rock 'n' roll posters hang on the walls. They have Roger's picture advertising gigs... ...at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club. We have an illegal wood-burning stove. Its exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged... ...into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, it's freezing because we have no heat. Smile! December 24th, 9 p.m. Eastern Standard Time From here on in, I shoot without a script See if anything comes of it Instead of my old shit First shot Roger Tuning the Fender guitar He hasn't played in a year -This won't tune -So we hear He's just coming back From half a year of withdrawal -You talking to me? -Not at all Are you ready? Hold that focus steady Tell the folks at home What you're doing, Roger I'm writing one great-- -The phone rings -Saved Re-screen Zoom in on the answering machine -Speak. -Speak. That was a very loud beep I don't even know if this is working Mark? Mark? Are you there? Are you screening your calls? It's Mom We wanted to call And say we love you And we'll miss you tomorrow Cindy and the kids are here Send their love Oh, I hope you like the hot plate Just don't leave it on, dear When you leave the house Oh, and Mark We're sorry to hear That Maureen dumped you I say c'est la vie So let her be a lesbian There are other fishies in the sea Love, Mom Tell the folks at home What you're doing, Roger -I'm writing one great song -The phone rings We screen -Speak. -Speak. -Chestnuts roasting -Collins -I'm downstairs -Hey Roger picked up the phone? -No, it's me -Throw down the key A wild night is now preordained I may be detained What does he mean? What do you mean, detained? -Benny. Shit. -Shit. -Dudes, I'm on my way -Great, fuck -I need the rent -What rent? -This past year's rent, which I let slide. -Let slide? You said we were golden. -When you bought the building -When we were roommates -Remember, you lived here? -How could I forget? You, me, Collins and Maureen. How is the drama queen? She's performing tonight. I know. Still a production manager? Two days ago, I was bumped. -You still dating her? -Last month, I was dumped -She's in love -Oh, she's got a new man? -Well, no-- -What's his name? -Joanne. -Joanne. Rent, my amigos, is due, or I will have to evict you. Be there in a few. The power blows. How do you document real life When real life's getting more Like fiction each day? Headlines, bread lines Blow my mind And now this deadline Eviction or pay Rent How do you write a song When the chords sound wrong? Though they once sounded Right and rare When the notes are sour Where is the power You once had to ignite the air? -We're hungry and frozen -Some life we've chosen -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay -How we gonna pay -Last year's rent? -Last year's rent? We light candles. How do you start a fire When there's nothing to burn And it feels like something's stuck In your flue? How can you generate heat When you can't feel your feet -And they're turning blue? -And they're turning blue? You light up a mean blaze -With posters -And screenplays -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay -How we gonna pay -Last year's rent? -Last year's rent? Don't screen, Maureen, it's me. Joanne, your substitute production manager. Hey, hey, hey. Did you eat? Don't change the subject, Maureen But, darling, You haven't eaten all day You won't throw up You won't throw up The digital delay didn't blow up, exactly. There may have been one teeny, tiny spark. You're not calling Mark. How do you stay on your feet When on every street It's trick or treat And tonight it's trick? Welcome back to town I should lie down Everything's brown And, uh-oh, I feel sick -Where is he? -Getting dizzy -How we gonna pay? -How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay? How we gonna pay Last year's rent? Allison, baby You sound sad I can't believe those two After everything I've done Ever since our wedding, I'm dirt They'll see I can help them all out In the long run The music ignites the night -With passionate fire -Maureen, I'm not a theater person. The narration crackles and pops With incendiary wit Could never be a theater person. Zoom in as they burn the past To the ground And feel the heat Of the future's glow Hello. Maureen. Your equipment won't work? Okay, all right, I'll go. How do you leave the past behind When it keeps finding ways To get to your heart? It reaches way down deep And tears you inside out Till you're torn apart Rent How can you connect in an age Where strangers, landlords, lovers Your own blood cells betray? What binds the fabric together When the raging, shifting winds Of change keep ripping away? Draw a line in the sand And then make a stand -Use your camera to spar -Use your guitar When they act tough You call their bluff We're not gonna pay We're not gonna pay We're not gonna pay Last year's rent This year's rent Next year's rent Rent, rent, rent, rent, rent We're not gonna pay rent 'Cause everything is rent Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Somewhere else, not here You okay, honey? I'm afraid so They get any money? No, had none to get But they purloined my coat Well, you missed a sleeve -Thanks -Hell, it's Christmas Eve I'm Angel Angel Indeed. An angel of the first degree Friends call me Collins. Tom Collins. Nice tree Let's get a Band-Aid for your knee I'll change it There's a Life Support meeting At 9:30 Yes, this body Provides a comfortable home For the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome -As does mine -Oh, well, you look fine Get you a coat Have a bite and make a night -I'm flush -My friends are waiting You're cute when you blush The more, the merry Ho, ho, ho And I do not take no -Where are you going? -Maureen calls. You're such a sucker. I don't suppose you'd like to see her show in the lot tonight... ...or come to dinner? Zoom in on my empty wallet. Touché. Take your AZT. Close on Roger His girlfriend April left a note Saying, "We've got AIDS" Before slitting her wrists In the bathroom I'll check up on you later. If you change your mind.... You have to get out of the house. I'm writing one great song Before I.... God. One song Glory One song before I go Glory One song to leave behind Find one song One last refrain Glory From the pretty-boy front man Who wasted opportunity One song He had the world at his feet Glory In the eyes of a young girl A young girl Find glory Beyond the cheap colored lights One song Before the sun sets Glory On another empty life Time flies Time dies Glory One blaze of glory One blaze of glory Glory Find glory In a song that rings true Truth like a blazing fire An eternal flame Find one song A song about love Glory From the soul of a young man A young man Find the one song Before the virus takes hold Glory Like a sunset One song To redeem this empty life Time flies And then no need To endure anymore Time dies The door. -What'd you forget? -Got a light? I know you, you're-- You're shivering It's nothing They turned off my heat And I'm just a little weak on my feet Would you light my candle? -What are you staring at? -Nothing Your hair in the moonlight You look familiar -Can you make it? -Just haven't eaten much today At least the room Stopped spinning anyway -What? -Nothing -Your smile reminded me of-- -I always "remind people of" -Who is she? -She died -Her name was April -It's out again Sorry 'bout your friend Would you light my candle? -Well? -Yeah? Oh, the wax -It's-- -Dripping -I like it between my-- -Fingers I figured Oh, well, good night -It blew out again? -No, I think that I dropped my stash I know I've seen you out and about When I used to go out Your candle's out I'm illin' I had it when I walked in the door It was pure Is it on the floor? The floor? They say that I have the best ass Below 14th Street -Is it true? -What? -You're staring again -Oh, no I mean, you do have a nice-- I mean, you look familiar -Like your dead girlfriend -Only when you smile But I'm sure I've seen you Somewhere else Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That's where I work I dance Help me look Yes They used to tie you up It's a living I didn't recognize you Without the handcuffs We could light the candle Oh, won't you light the candle? Why don't you forget that stuff? -You look like you're 16 -I'm 19 But I'm old for my age I'm just born to be bad I once was born to be bad I used to shiver like that -I have no heat, I told you -I used to sweat -I got a cold -Uh-huh, I used to be a junkie -But now and then I like to feel good -Uh-huh -Oh, here -What's that? Candy-bar wrapper. We could light the candle Oh, what'd you do to my candle? -That was my last match -Our eyes'll adjust -Thank God for the moon -Maybe it's not the moon at all I hear Spike Lee's shootin' Down the street Bah humbug Bah humbug -Cold hands -Yours too Big Like my father's Do you wanna dance? With you? -No, with my father -I'm Roger They call me They call me Mimi Hi, you've reached Maureen and Joanne. Leave a message. Don't forget "Over the Moon," my performance... ...protesting the eviction of the homeless and artists... ...from the 11th Street lot tonight at midnight, between A and B. Party at Life Cafe to follow. Well, Joanne, we're off I tried you at the office And they said you were Stage managing or something Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem need her help too. Call Daisy for our itinerary Or Alfred at Pound Ridge Or Eileen at the State Department In a pinch We'll be at the spa for New Year's Unless the senator changes his mind -The hearings -Oh, yes, kitten Mommy's confirmation hearings Begin on the 10th We'll need you alone By the 6th -Harold! -You hear that? Just three weeks away And she's already nervous -I am not -For Mommy's sake, kitten No Doc Martens this time And wear a dress, oh, and Kitten -Have a merry -And a bra Enter Tom Collins. Computer genius, teacher, vagabond anarchist... ...who ran naked through the Parthenon. Bustelo, Marlboro Banana by the bunch A box of Cap'n Crunch Will taste so good -And firewood -Look, it's Santa Claus -Hold your applause -Oh, hi -"Oh, hi," after seven months? -Sorry This boy could use some Stoli Oh, holy night You struck gold at MIT They expelled me for my theory of actual reality... ...which I'll soon impart to the couch potatoes at New York University. -Still haven't left the house? -I was waiting for you, don't you know? Well, tonight's the night. Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show. No flow. Gentlemen, our benefactor On this Christmas Eve Whose charity is only matched By talent, I believe A new member of the Alphabet City Avant-garde Angel Dumott Schunard Today for you Tomorrow for me Today for you Tomorrow for me -And you should hear her beat -You earned this on the street? It was my lucky day today On Avenue A When a lady in a limousine Drove my way She said, "Darling, be a dear Haven't slept in a year I need your help to make my Neighbor's yappy dog disappear This Akita, Evita, just won't shut up I believe if you play nonstop That pup will breathe its very last High-strung breath I'm certain that cur Will bark itself to death" Today for you Tomorrow for me Today for you Tomorrow for me We agreed on a fee $1000 guarantee, tax free And a bonus if I trim her tree Now, who could foretell That it would go so well? But sure as I am here That dog is now in doggy hell After an hour, Evita, in all her glory From a window ledge Of that 23rd story Like Thelma and Louise did When they got the blues Swan-dove into the courtyard Of the Gracie Mews Today for you Tomorrow for me Today for you Tomorrow for me You go, girl. Back on the street Where I met my sweet Where he was moaning and groaning On the cold concrete The nurse took him home For some Mercurochrome Then I dressed his wounds And got him back on his feet Sing it Today for you Tomorrow for me Today for you Tomorrow for me I said Today for you Tomorrow for me Today for you Tomorrow For me Joy to the world Hey. You bum. Yeah, you. Move over. Get your ass off that Range Rover. That attitude toward the homeless... ...is exactly what Maureen is protesting tonight. Close-up: Our ex-roommate, Benjamin Coffin III.... ...who married Allison Grey of the Westport Greys... ...then bought our building and the lot next door... ...from his father-in-law, in hopes of starting a cyber-studio. Maureen is protesting Losing her performance space Not my attitude What happened to Benny? What happened to his heart And the ideals he once pursued? Any owner of that lot next door Has the right to do with it As he pleases Happy birthday, Jesus -The rent -You're wasting your time -We're broke -You broke your word, this is absurd There is one way You won't have to pay I knew it. Next door, the home of CyberArts And now that the block is rezoned Our dream can become a reality You'll see, boys You'll see, boys A state-of-the-art, digital Virtual interactive studio I'll forgo your rent And on paper guarantee That you can stay here for free -If you do me one small favor. -What? Convince Maureen to cancel her protest. Why not just get an injunction or call the cops? I did, and they're on standby. But my investors would rather I handle this quietly You can't wipe out an entire tent city... ...then watch It's a Wonderful Life on TV. You wanna produce films and write songs? You need somewhere to do it It's what we used to dream about Think twice before you pooh-pooh it You'll see, boys You'll see, boys You'll see the beauty of a studio That lets us do our work And get paid With condos on the top Whose rent keeps open our shop Just stop the protest And you'll have it made You'll see Or you'll pack. That boy could use some Prozac. -Or heavy drugs. -Or group hugs. Which reminds me, we have a detour to make tonight. Anyone who wants to can come along. Life Support's a group for people coping with life. We don't have to stay too long. First I've got a protest to save -Pleasure. -I'm not much company. -Behave. -He'll catch up later. He's just got other things on his mind. We'll see, boys We'll see, boys Let it be, boys -I like boys -Boys like me We'll see And so, into the abyss The lot, where a small stage is partially set up. Line in. I went to Harvard for this? -Close on Mark's nose dive. -Line out. Will he get out of here alive? -Mark? -Hi. I told her not to call you That's Maureen, but can I help Since I'm here? I've hired an engineer. Great. So nice to have met you. Wait. She's three hours late. The samples won't delay But the cable-- There's another way Say something, anything Test, one, two, three Anything but that -This is weird -It's weird -Very weird -Fuckin' weird I'm so mad that I don't know what to do Fighting with microphones Freezing down to my bones And to top it all off I'm with you Feel like going insane? Got a fire in your brain? And you're thinking Of drinking gasoline? -As a matter of fact -Honey, I know this act It's called the Tango: Maureen The Tango: Maureen It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round -As she keeps you dangling -You're wrong -Your heart she is mangling -It's different with me And you toss and you turn 'Cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn, and you churn And rebound I think I know what you mean -The Tango: Maureen -The Tango: Maureen Has she ever pouted her lips And called you "pookie"? Never. Have you ever Doubted a kiss or two? This is spooky Did you swoon When she walked through the door? Every time, so be cautious Did she moon over other boys? -More than moon -I'm getting nauseous Where'd you learn how to tango? With the French ambassador's daughter in her room at Miss Porter's. And you? With Nanette Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter... ...at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center. It's hard to do this backwards. You should try it in heels. -She cheated -She cheated -Maureen cheated -Fuckin' cheated I'm defeated I should give up right now Gotta look on the bright side With all of your might I'd fall for her still, anyhow When you're dancing her dance You don't stand a chance Her grip of romance makes you fall -So you think, "Might as well" -"Dance a tango to hell" "At least I'll have tangoed at all" The Tango: Maureen Gotta dance till your diva is through You pretend to believe her 'Cause in the end You can't leave her But the end, it will come Still you have to play dumb Till you're glum and you bum And turn blue Why do we love when she's mean? And she can be so obscene Try the mike. My Maureen -Patched. -Thanks. You know, I feel great now. I feel lousy. Hey, honey. We're-- "Pookie"? You never called me "Pookie." Forget it. We're patched. The Tango: Maureen Steve. Gordon. Ali. -Pam. -Lisa. Hi. I'm Angel. Tom. Collins. I'm Paul. Let's begin. There's only us There's only this Sorry. Excuse me. And you are...? Oh, I'm not-- I'm just here-- I don't have-- I'm here with.... Mark Mark I'm Mark. Well, this is quite an operation Sit down, Mark. We'll continue the affirmation. Forget regret Or life is yours to miss Excuse me, Paul I'm having a problem with this This credo My T-cells are low. I regret that news, okay? All right, but, Gordon How do you feel today? -What do you mean? -How do you feel today? -Okay. -Is that all? -Best I've felt all year -Then why choose fear? I'm a New Yorker Fear's my life Look, I find Some of what you teach suspect Because I'm used to Relying on intellect But I try to open up To what I don't know Because reason says I should have died Three years ago No other road No other way No day but today What's the time? Well, it's gotta be close to midnight My body's talking to me It says, "Time for danger" It says, "I wanna commit a crime Wanna be the cause of a fight I wanna put on a tight skirt And flirt with a stranger" I've had a knack from way back At breaking the rules Once I learn the game Get up, life's too quick I know someplace sick Where this chick'll Dance in the flames We don't need any money I always get in for free You can get in too If you get in with me Let's go Out tonight I have to go Out tonight You wanna play? Let's run away We won't be back Before it's Christmas Day Take me out tonight Meow. Yeah When I get a wink From the doorman Do you know how lucky you'll be? That you're on the line With the feline of Avenue B Let's go Out tonight I have to go Out tonight You wanna prowl? Be my night owl? Well, take my hand, we're gonna Howl Out tonight In the evening I gotta roam Can't sleep in the city Of neon and chrome Feels too damn much like home When the Spanish babies cry So let's find a bar So dark we forget who we are Where all the scars From the nevers and maybes die Let's go Out tonight I have to go Out tonight You're sweet Wanna hit the street? Wanna wail at the moon Like a cat in heat? Just take me Out tonight Please take me Out tonight Don't forsake me Out tonight I'll let you make me Out tonight Tonight Tonight Tonight Who do you think you are? Barging in on me and my guitar Little girl, hey, the door is that way You better go You know the fire's out anyway Take your powder Take your candle Your sweet whisper I just can't handle Well, take your hair In the moonlight Your brown eyes Goodbye, good night I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you, I should-- No Another time, another place Our temperature would climb There'd be a long embrace We'd do another dance It'd be another play Looking for romance? Come back another day Another day The heart may freeze Or it can burn The pain will ease If I can learn There is no future There is no past I live this moment as My last There's only us There's only this Forget regret Or life is yours to miss No other road No other way No day but today Excuse me if I'm off track But if you're so wise Then tell me Why do you need smack? Take your needle Take your fancy prayer Don't forget Get the moonlight out of your hair Long ago you might have Lit up my heart But the fire's dead Ain't never ever gonna start Another time Another place The words would only rhyme We'd be in outer space It'd be another song We'd sing another way You wanna prove me wrong? Come back another day Another day There's only yes Only tonight We must let go To know what's right No other course No other way No day but today I can't control Control your temper My destiny She doesn't see I trust my soul -Who says that there's a soul? -My only goal Is just to be Just let me be -Who do you think you are? -There's only now, there's only here -Barging in on me and my guitar -Give in to love, or live in fear -Little girl, hey -No other path -The door is that way -No other way No day but today The fire's out anyway No day but today Take your powder Take your candle No day but today Take your brown eyes Your pretty smile, your silhouette No day but today Another time, another place Another rhyme, a warm embrace No day but today Another dance Another way, another chance Another day No day but today I'm writing one great song Before I.... Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare? Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow From this nightmare? -Will I lose my dignity? -Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will someone care? -Will I wake tomorrow -Will I wake tomorrow -From this nightmare? -From this nightmare? -Will I lose my dignity? -Will I lose my dignity? -Will someone care? -Will I lose my dignity? -Will I wake tomorrow -Will someone care? -From this nightmare? -Will I wake tomorrow -Will I lose my dignity? -From this nightmare? Will I lose my dignity? -Will someone care? -Will I lose my dignity? -Will I wake tomorrow -Will someone care? -From this nightmare? -Will I wake tomorrow? Christmas bells are ringing -Christmas bells are ringing -Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Out of town Santa Fe Honest living, man. Evening, officer. Smile for Ted Koppel, Officer Martin. And a merry Christmas To your family Right. Who the fuck do you think you are? I don't need no goddamn help From some Bleeding heart cameraman My life's not for you To make a name for yourself on Easy, sugar, easy He was just trying to-- Just trying to use me To kill his guilt It's not that kind of movie, honey. Let's go. This line is full of motherfucking artists. Hey. Artist. You got a dollar? Yeah, I thought not. New York City. Center of the universe Sing it, girl. Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. I hear you. It's a comfort to know When you're singing The hit-the-road blues That anywhere else you could Possibly go after New York would be A pleasure cruise Now you're talking. Well, I'm thwarted by a Metaphysic puzzle And I'm sick of grading papers That I know I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle All this misery pays no salary So Let's open up a restaurant In Santa Fe Sunny Santa Fe would be nice We'll open up a restaurant In Santa Fe And leave this To the roaches and mice -You teach? -I teach. Computer Age Philosophy. But my students would rather watch TV. -America. -America. You're a sensitive aesthete Brush the sauce onto the meat You can make the menu Sparkle with a rhyme You can drum a gentle drum And I can seat guests as they come Chatting not about Heidegger But wine Let's open up a restaurant In Santa Fe -Santa Fe -Our labors would reap financial gain -Gain -Gain We'll open up a restaurant In Santa Fe -Santa Fe -And save from devastation our brains Save our brains We'll pack up all our junk And fly so far away Devote ourselves to projects That sell We'll open up a restaurant In Santa Fe Forget this cold bohemian hell Do you know the way To Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds Prairie dogs Yeah I'll see you at the show I'll try and convince Roger to go -Alone at last -He'll be back. I guarantee. -I've been hearing violins all night. -Anything to do with me? Are we a thing? Darling, we're everything. Live in my house I'll be your shelter Just pay me back With 1000 kisses Be my lover And I'll cover you Open your door I'll be your tenant Don't got much baggage To lay at your feet But sweet kisses I've got to spare I'll be there and I'll cover you -I think they meant it -I think they meant it When they said you can't buy love Now I know you can rent it -A new lease you are, my love -A new lease you are, my love -On life -On life -Be my life -Be my life -Girl, where you taking me? -Wherever you wanna go. -All right. -My wig, hold on. Just slip me on I'll be your blanket Wherever, whatever I'll be your coat You'll be my king And I'll be your castle No, you'll be my queen And I'll be your moat I think they meant it When they said you can't buy love Now I know you can rent it A new lease you are, my love -On life -On life -All my life -All my life -I've longed to discover -I've longed to discover -Something as true as this is -Something as true as this is -So with a thousand sweet kisses -If you're cold and you're lonely I'll cover you With a thousand sweet kisses -You've got one nickel only -I'll cover you With a thousand sweet kisses -When you're worn-out and tired -I'll cover you With a thousand sweet kisses -When your heart has expired -I'll cover you -Oh, lover -Oh, lover -I'll cover you -I'll cover you -Yeah, yeah, yeah -Yeah, yeah, yeah -Oh, lover -Oh, lover -I'll cover you -I'll cover you Steve, Joanne. The Murget case? A dismissal. Good work, counselor. We're okay Honey bear, wait I'm on the other phone Yes, I have the cowbell We're okay So tell them we'll sue But a settlement will do Sexual harassment And civil rights too Oh, Steve, you're great No, you cut the paper plate Did you cheat on Mark A lot would you say? We're okay Honey, hold on. Steve, I need-- Hold on. Hello? Dad, yes, I beeped you Maureen is coming To Mother's hearing We're okay Honey bear, what? Newt's lesbian sister? I'll tell them. You heard? They heard. We're okay And you, Dad Yep, Jill is there Steve, got-- Jill with the short, black hair The Calvin Klein model? Steve, gotta go The model who lives In Penthouse A? We're We're okay I'm on my way Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are singing On TV at Saks Honest living, honest living Honest living, honest living Can't you spare a dime or two Here but for the grace of God go you You'll be merry I'll be merry Though merry Ain't in my vocabulary No sleigh bells No Santa Claus No yule log No tinsel No holly No hearth -No -Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer No room at the Holiday Inn Oh, no And it's beginning to snow Hats, bats, shoes, booze Mountain bikes, potpourri Leather bags, girlie mags Forty-fives, AZT No one's buying Feel like crying No room at the Holiday Inn Oh, no And it's beginning to snow How about a fur In perfect shape Owned by an MBA from uptown? I got a tweed Broken in by a greedy Broker who went broke And then broke down -You don't have to do this -Hush your mouth, it's Christmas I do not deserve you, Angel -Give, give -Wait -All you do is give -What's on the floor? -Give me some way -Let's see some more -To show -No, no, no How you've touched me so Kiss me It's beginning to snow She said "Would you light my candle?" And she put on a pout And she wanted you To take her out tonight? -Right -She got you out She was more than okay But I pushed her away It was bad, I got mad And I had to get her Out of my sight Wait, wait, wait You said she was sweet Let's go eat I'll just get fat It's the one vice left When you're dead meat -There, that's her -Maureen? Mimi! I should go Hey, it's beginning to snow I'm dreaming of a white Right Christmas Follow the man, follow the man With his pockets full of the jam Follow the man, follow the man Help me out, Daddy, if you can -Got any D, man? -I'm cool -Got any C, man? -I'm cool Got any X? Any smack? Any horse? Any jugie boogie boy? Any blow? -Hey -Hey I just want to say I'm sorry for the way -Forget it -I blew up -Can I make it up to you? -How? -Dinner party? -That'll do Hey, lover boy, cutie pie You steal my client, you die You didn't miss me You won't miss her You'll never lack for customers I'm willin', I'm illin' I gotta get my sickness off Gotta run, gotta ride Gotta gun, gotta hide, gotta go And it's beginning to snow We're out of luck, Allison The protest is on L.L.Bean, Geoffrey Beene Burberry zip out lining Mark, this is Mimi. She'll be dining with us. -Here's a new arrival -That is an ounce -Hats, bats, rats -That's my coat -We give discounts -I think we've met -Let's get a better one -It's a sham -That's what he said -I said it's a gram -She's a thief -But she brought us together -Which investor is coming? -I'll take the leather Your father? Damn. Let's go to the lot Maureen's performing -Who's Maureen? -His ex. But I am over her I should tell you I have to tell you -Let's not hold hands yet -Is that a warning? I need to take it slow I should tell you, I should tell you I should tell you, I should tell you I should tell you I-- And it's beginning to And it's beginning to And it's beginning to Joanne? Which way to the stage? Snow Maureen's performance. Last night I had a dream. I found myself in a desert called Cyberland. It was hot. My canteen had sprung a leak, and I was... ...thirsty. Out of the abyss walked a cow. Elsie. I asked if she had anything to drink. She said: "I'm forbidden to produce milk In Cyberland we only drink Diet Coke" Yes. She said: "Only thing to do Is jump over the moon They've closed everything real down Like barns and troughs And performance spaces And replaced it all with lies And rules and virtual life" But there is a way out. Leap of faith, leap of faith Leap of faith, leap of faith Only thing to do Is jump over the moon I gotta get out of here It's like I'm being tied to the hood Of a yellow rental truck Packed in With fertilizer and fuel oil Pushed over a cliff By a suicidal Mickey Mouse I've Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta Gotta, gotta find a way To jump over the moon Only thing to do Is jump over the moon Then a little bulldog entered. His name, we have learned, was Benny. And although he once had principles... ...he abandoned them to live as a lapdog... ...to a wealthy daughter of the revolution. A one, two, three "That's bull," Benny said "Ever since the cat took up the fiddle That cow's been jumpy The dish and the spoon were evicted From the table and eloped She's had trouble with her milk And the moon ever since Maybe it's a female thing 'Cause who'd wanna leave Cyberland anyway? Walls ain't so bad The dish and the spoon, for instance They're down on their luck They come knockin' On my doghouse door And I said 'Not in my backyard, utensils. Go back to China"' "The only way out is up" Elsie whispered to me "A leap Of faith" "Still thirsty?" "Parched." "Have some milk." And I lowered myself beneath her swollen udder... ...and sucked the sweetest milk I had ever tasted. "Climb onboard," she said And as a harvest moon rose over Cyberland... ...we reared back, we sprang into a gallop... ...leaping out of orbit. I awoke, singing.... Singing. Shit. Leap of faith Leap of faith Leap of faith Leap of faith Only thing to do Only thing to do is jump Only thing to do is Jump over the moon Only thing to do is Jump over the moon Over the moon Over the.... Moo with me. Moo, yes. Oh, it's so great. Yeah. Up there, let me hear you. Yes! Thank you. No, please, no, not tonight Mister, can't you go? -Can't have a scene -What? Please go. You-- Hello sir. I said no. Important customer. What am I, just a blur? -You sit all night, you never buy -That's a lie, that's a lie -I had a tea the other day -You couldn't pay Oh, yeah. Benjamin Coffin III, here? Oh, no Wine and beer The enemy of Avenue A And Mr. Grey. What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Cafe? I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try. -It went well. -Go to hell. Was the yuppie scum stomped? Not counting the homeless, how many tickets weren't comped? -Why did Muffy-- -Allison. --miss the show? There was a death in the family if you must know. -Sorry. -Who died? Our Akita. -Evita. -Evita. Mimi. I'm surprised. A bright and charming girl like you Hangs out with these slackers Who don't adhere to deals They make fun Yet I'm the one Attempting to do some good Or do you really want A neighborhood Where people piss On your stoop every night? Bohemia Bohemia's a fallacy in your head This is Calcutta Bohemia is dead Dearly beloved We gather here To say our goodbyes Here she lies No one knew her worth The late, great daughter Of Mother Earth On this night When we celebrate the birth In that little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass You bet your ass To La vie Bohème La vie bohème La vie bohème La vie bohème -La vie bohème -To days of inspiration Playing hooky Makin' something out of nothing The need to express To communicate To going against the grain Going insane -La vie bohème -Going mad -La vie bohème -To loving tension No pension To more than one dimension To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention, of course Hating dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike midday Past the three-piece suits To fruits To no absolutes To Absolut To choice To the Village Voice To any passing fad To being an us for once Instead of a them La vie bohème La vie bohème -Is the equipment in a pyramid? -It is, Maureen The mixer doesn't have a case Don't give me that face Hey, mister She's my sister So that's five miso soup Four seaweed salad Three soy-burger dinner Two tofu-dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls It tastes the same If you close your eyes -And 13 orders of fries, is that it here? -Wine and beer To handcrafted beers Made in local breweries To yoga To yogurt To rice and beans and cheese To leather To dildos To curry vindaloo To huevos rancheros And Maya Angelou Emotion, devotion To causing a commotion Creation Vacation Mucho masturbation Compassion To fashion To passion when it's new -To Sontag -To Sondheim To anything taboo Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham And Cage Lenny Bruce -Langston Hughes -To the stage -To Uta -To Buddha Pablo Neruda too Why Dorothy and Toto Went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em La vie bohème And wipe the speakers off Before you pack -Yes, Maureen -Well, hurry back -Sisters? -We're close. Brothers Bisexuals, trisexuals Homo sapiens Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men Pee-wee Herman German wine, turpentine Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana To apathy To entropy To empathy Ecstasy V?clav Havel The Sex Pistols 8BC To no shame Never playin' the fame game -To marijuana -To sodomy It's between God and me To S & M Waiter, waiter, waiter. La vie bohème In honor of the death of bohemia... ...an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner. Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubblewrap... ...will perform her famous lawn-chair handcuff dance... ...to the sounds of iced tea being stirred. And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary... ...about his inability to hold an erection on the High Holy Days. Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular... ...one-night engagement at the 11th Street lot... ...will sing native American tribal chants backwards... ...through her vocoder, accompanying herself on electric cello. Which she has never studied. Your new boyfriend Doesn't know about us -There's nothing to know -Don't you think we should discuss? -It was three months ago -He doesn't act like he's with you -We're taking it slow -Where is he now? He's right-- Where'd he go? And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song... ...that doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz." Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris... ...while accompanying herself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub. And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist... ...including his successful reprogramming... ...of the MIT virtual-reality equipment to self-destruct... ...as it broadcasts the words: Actual reality. ACT UP. Fight AIDS. Excuse me Did I do somethin' wrong? I get invited, then ignored All night long I've been tryin' I'm not lyin' No one's perfect I've got baggage Life's too short, babe Time is flyin' I'm lookin' for baggage That goes with mine -I should tell you -I've got baggage too -Should tell you-- -Baggage Wine and beer AZT break. You? Me You? Mimi I should tell you I'm disaster I forget how to begin it Let's just make this part go faster I have yet to be in it I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you I should tell I blew the candle out Just to get back in I'd forgotten how to smile Until your candle burned my skin I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you -I should tell -I should tell -Well, here we go -Well, here we go -Now we -Now we Oh, no I know this something is -Here goes -Here goes Guess so, it's starting to -Who knows? -Who knows? -Who knows where? -Who knows where? -Who goes there? -Who goes there? -Who knows? -Who knows? -Here goes -Here goes -Trusting desire -Trusting desire -Starting to learn -Starting to learn -Walking through fire -Walking through fire -Without a burn -Without a burn -Clinging a shoulder -Clinging a shoulder -A leap begins -A leap begins -Stinging and older -Stinging and older -Asleep on pins -Asleep on pins -So here we go -So here we go -Now we -Now we Oh, no -I know -Oh, no -Who knows where? -Who knows where? -Who goes there? -Who goes there? -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes -Here goes Are we packed? Yes, and by next week, I want you to be. Pookie-- And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B -Benny called the cops. -That fuck. They don't know what they're doing The cops are sweeping the lot But no one's leaving. They're just sitting there mooing. -To dance -No way to make a living Masochism, pain, perfection Muscle spasms, chiropractors Short careers, eating disorders -Film -Adventure, tedium No family, boring locations Darkrooms Perfect faces, egos, money Hollywood and sleaze -Music -Food of love, emotion Mathematics, isolation Rhythm, power Feeling, harmony And heavy competition -Anarchy -Revolution, justice Screaming for solutions Forcing changes, risk and danger Making noise and making pleas To faggots, lezzies, dykes Cross-dressers too -To me -To me To you and you and you You and you To people living with Living with, living with Not dying from disease Let he among us without sin Be the first to condemn La vie bohème La vie bohème -La vie bohème -Anyone out of the mainstream -La vie bohème -Is anyone in the mainstream? -La vie bohème -Anyone alive with a sex drive -La vie bohème -Tear down the wall Aren't we all? The opposite of war isn't peace It's creation La vie bohème The riot continues. The Christmas tree goes up in flames. The snow dances. Oblivious, Mimi and Roger share a small, lovely kiss. Viva la vie bohème! Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure Measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles In laughter, in strife Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure A year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure the life Of a woman or man? In truths that she learned Or in times that he cried In bridges he burned Or the way that she died It's time now to sing out The story never ends Let's celebrate Remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love You got to You got to remember the love Don't you know Got to give love Give love Give love Measure, measure your life In love Seasons of love Seasons of love Gonna be loved Loved Pan to the padlocked door. New Year's Rockin' Eve. The breaking back into the building party. -How long till next year? -Three and a half minutes. I'm giving up my vices I'm going back Back to school Eviction or not This week's been so hot That as long as I got you I know I'll be cool I couldn't crack the love code, dear Till you made the lock On my heart explode It's gonna be a happy New Year A Happy New Year Coast is clear You're supposed to be working That's for midnight Where are they? There isn't much time Maybe they're dressing I mean, what does one wear That's apropos for a party That's also a crime? Chips anyone? You can take the girl Out of Hicksville But you can't take the Hicksville Out of the girl My riot got you on TV I deserve a royalty Be nice, you two Or no God-awful champagne Don't mind if I do No luck? Bolted plywood Padlocked with a chain -A total dead end -Just like my ex-girlfriend Honey, I know you're there Please pick up the phone Are you okay? It's not funny It's not fair How can I atone? Are you okay? I lose control But I can learn to behave Give me one more chance Let me be your slave I'll kiss your Doc Martens Let me kiss your Doc Martens Your every wish I will obey That might be okay. Down, girl. Heel, stay. I did a bit of research With my friends at Legal Aid Technically, you're squatters There's hope -But just in case -Rope! -We can hoist a line -To the fire escape -And tie off at that bench -That bench -I can't take them as chums -Start hoisting, wench I think I should be laughing Yet I forget Forget how to begin I'm feeling something inside And yet I still can't decide If I should hide Or make a wide-open grin Last week I wanted just to disappear My life was dust But now it just may be A happy new year A happy new year -Bond. James Bond. -And Pussy Galore, in person. Pussy, you came prepared. I was a Boy Scout once, and a Brownie... ...till some brat got scared. -Moneypenny, my martini -Will bad champagne do? -That's shaken, not stirred -Pussy, the bolts Just say the word Two minutes left to execute our plan -Where's everyone else? -Playing Spider-Man Ironic close-up tight On the phone machine's red light Once the boho boys are gone The power mysteriously comes on Mark, it's the Wicked Witch Of the West Your mother Happy New Year from Scarsdale We're all impressed that the riot Footage made the nightly news Even your father says mazel tov Honey, call him Love, Mom Mark Cohen, Alexi Darling From Buzzline Oh, that show's so sleazy. Your footage of the riots, A-one Feature segment, network, deal time I'm sending you a contract Ker-ching, ker-ching Marky, give us a call 970-4301 Or at home try 863-6754 Or my cell phone at 919-555-0090 Or you can e-mail me At Darling Alexi Newscom.net Or you can page me at-- -I think we need an agent -We? -That's selling out -But it's nice to dream Yeah! It's network TV And it's all thanks to me Somehow I think I smell the whiff Of a scheme Me too. -We can plan another protest -We? This time you can shoot from the start And you'll direct, starring me! Five, four, three, open sesame Happy New Year Happy New Year Happy New.... I see that you've beaten me To the punch -How did you know we'd be here? -I had a hunch -You're not mad? -I'm here to end this war It's a shame you went And destroyed the door Why all of a sudden The big about-face? The credit's yours You made a good case Mimi came to see me She had much to say That's not how you put it At all yesterday I couldn't stop thinking About the whole mess -Mark, you'd wanna get this on film. -I guess. I regret the unlucky circumstances Of the past seven days Circumstance? You padlocked our door And it's with great pleasure On behalf of CyberArts -That I hand you this key -Golf claps -I had no juice in my battery -Reshoot Oh, I see This is a photo opportunity The benevolent god ushers the poor artists back to their flat. Planning on taking the barbed wire from the lot? -Anything but that -Clearing the lot was a safety concern We break ground this month But you can return That's why you're here With people you hate Instead of with Muffy At Muffy's estate I'd honestly rather be with you tonight Than in Westport -Spare us, sport, the sound bite. -Mimi, since you're so seductive Persuade him not to be So counterproductive -Tell them what you wore to my place -I was on my way to work Black leather and lace My desk was a mess, I'm still sore I kicked him And told him I wasn't his whore Your boyfriend know Who your last boyfriend was? I'm not her boyfriend. I don't care what she does. People, is this any way to start A new year? Have compassion -Benny just lost his cat -My dog, but I appreciate that My cat had a fall I went through hell Like losing-- How'd you know that she fell? -Champagne? -Don't mind if I do -To dogs -No, Benny, to you! -Let's make a resolution -I'll drink to that Let's always stay friends -Though we may have our disputes -This family tree's got deep roots -Friendship is thicker than blood -That depends -Depends on trust -It depends on true devotion -Depends on love -Depends on not denying emotion Perhaps. -It's gonna be a happy new year -I guess It's gonna be a happy new year -You're right -It's gonna be a happy new year -I'm sorry. -I'm sorry. -Coming? -In a minute, I'm fine, go Well, well, well. What have we here? It's gonna be a happy New Year There, there. There, there. Valentine's Day. Pan across the empty lot. Roger's down at Mimi's, where he's been for almost two months now. Although, he keeps talking about selling his guitar... ...and heading out of town. Still jealous of Benny. God knows where Collins and Angel are. Could be that new shantytown near the river or a suite at the Plaza. Maureen and Joanne are rehearsing. -I said, once more from the top! -I said, no! That is, if they're speaking this week. Me? I'm here. Nowhere. The line is, "CyberArts and its corporate sponsor... ...Grey Communications, wish to mitigate the Christmas Eve riots." -What is so difficult about that? -It just doesn't roll off my tongue. I like my version. You, dressed as a groundhog to protest the groundbreaking? -It's a metaphor. -It's less than brilliant. -That's it, Miss Ivy League. -What? Ever since New Year's, I haven't said boo. I let you direct. Didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out. I didn't dance that night because you wanted to go home. You were flirting with the woman in rubber! That's what this is about? There will always be women in rubber flirting with me. Give me a break. Every single day I walk down the street I hear people say, "Baby" It's so sweet Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me Boys, girls, I can't help it, baby So be kind And don't lose your mind Just remember that I'm your baby Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me, baby, or leave me Take me, baby, or leave me A tiger in a cage Can never see the sun This diva needs her stage Baby, let's have fun You are the one I choose Folks would kill to fill your shoes You love The limelight too, baby So be mine Or don't waste my time Crying, "Oh, honey bear Are you still my baby?" Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me, baby, or leave me No way can I be what I'm not But, hey, don't you want Your girl hot? Don't fight Don't lose your head 'Cause every night Who's in your bed? Who? Who's in your bed? -Kiss, Pookie. -It won't work. I look before I leap I love margins and discipline I make lists in my sleep, baby What's my sin? Never quit I follow through I hate mess But I love you What to do With my impromptu baby? So be wise 'Cause this girl satisfies You got a prize So don't compromise You're one lucky baby Take me for what I am A control freak. Who I was meant to be A snob, yet overattentive. And if you give a damn A lovable, droll geek. Take me, baby, or leave me An anal-retentive. -That's it -That's it The straw that breaks my back -I quit -I quit Unless you take it back -Women -Women What is it about them? -Can't live with them or without them -Can't live with them or without them -Take me for what I am -Take me for what I am -Who I was meant to be -Who I was meant to be -And if you give a damn -And if you give a damn You better take me, baby -Oh, take me, baby -Or leave me Take me or leave me -Take me, baby -Take me, baby -Or leave me -Or leave me -Guess I'm leaving -Guess I'm leaving -I'm gone -I'm gone In diapers, report cards In spoked wheels, in speeding tickets In contracts, dollars In funerals, in births In 525,600 minutes How do you figure A last year on Earth? Figure in love Figure in love Figure in love Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love -Where were you? -Sorry. No, you lost your keys. No, you went for a walk. Had to help your mother. -How's Benny? -Baby-- -I'm working upstairs tonight. -Wait. I should tell you I should-- Never mind. Happy Spring. Without you The ground thaws The rain falls The grass grows Without you The seeds root The flowers bloom The children play The stars gleam The poets dream The eagles fly Without you The Earth turns The sun burns But I die without you Without you The breeze warms The girl smiles The cloud moves Without you The tides change The boys run The oceans crash The crowds roar The days soar The babies cry Without you The moon glows The river flows But I die without you The world revives Colors renew -But I know blue -But I know blue -Only blue -Only blue -Lonely blue -Lonely blue Within me, blue Without you Without you The hand gropes The ear hears The pulse beats Without you The eyes gaze The legs walk The lungs breathe -The mind churns -The mind churns -The heart yearns -The heart yearns -The tears dry -The tears dry -Without you -Without you -Life goes on -Life goes on -But I'm gone -But I'm gone -'Cause I die without you -'Cause I die Without you Without you -Without you -Without you -Speak. -Speak. Mark Cohen, Alexi Darling Labor Day weekend in East Hampton On the beach Just saw Alec Baldwin Told him you said hi Just kidding We need directors You still need money You know you need money Pick up the phone Don't be afraid of ker-ching, ker-ching Marky, sell us your soul Just kidding We're waiting -Yes. -Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, right there. -You got it. -Oh, you're gonna make me come. Yeah, right there. Keep doing that. Oh, yeah. Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet Wet, wet, wet, red heat Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet Wet, wet, wet, red heat Please, don't stop, please Please, don't stop, stop Stop, stop, stop Please, please -Please -Harder -Faster -Wetter -Bastard -You whore -More -You animal -Sticky, licky, trickle, tickle -Fluid, no fluid, no contact, yes -Steamy, creamy, stroking, soaking -Fire, fire, burn, burn No latex rubber, rubber Fire, latex rubber, latex bummer Lover bummer Take me, take me, take me Take me, take me Today for you Tomorrow for me Today me Tomorrow you Tomorrow you Love you, love, love you Love you, I love you I love you Take me, take me, take me Take me, yeah -Wait -Slipped -Shit -Where'd it go? -Safe -Damn I think I missed Don't get pissed It was bad for me Was it bad for you? -It's over -It's over -It's over -It's over It's over. Angel was one of my closest friends. It's right that it's Halloween because it was her favorite holiday. I knew we'd hit it off the moment we met. That skinhead was bothering her... ...and she said she was more of a man than he'd ever be... ...and more of a woman than he'd ever get. And then there was a time... ...he walked up to this group of tourists... ...and they were petrified... ...because, A, they were obviously lost... ...and, B, had probably never spoken to a drag queen before in their lives. And he.... She... ...just offered to escort them out of Alphabet City... ...and then she let them take a picture with her... ...and then she said she'd help them find the Circle Line. So much more original than any of us. You'd find an old tablecloth on the street and make a dress... ...and next year, sure enough... ...they'd be mass-producing them at the Gap. You always said how lucky you were that we were all friends... ...but it was us, baby... ...who were the lucky ones. Live in my house I'll be your shelter Just pay me back With 1000 kisses Be my lover And I'll cover you Open your door I'll be your tenant Don't got much baggage To lay at your feet But sweet kisses I've got to spare I'll be there and I'll cover you I think they meant it When they said you can't buy love Now I know you can rent it A new lease you are, my love On life All my life I've longed to discover Something as true as this is So with a thousand sweet kisses If you're cold and you're lonely With a thousand sweet kisses -You've got one nickel only -I'll cover you With a thousand sweet kisses -When you're worn-out and tired -I'll cover you With a thousand sweet kisses When your heart has expired Oh, lover -I'll cover you -Yes, I will -Yes, I will -Yes, I will Oh, yes, I will Oh, lover I'll cover you Five hundred twenty-five thousand Seasons of -Love -I will cover you Hi, it's Mark Cohen. Is Alexi there? No need to bother her. Just let her know I'm running a little late for my appointment. I'm at my.... Yes, I'll still be there. Yes, I signed the contract. Thanks. How did we get here? How the hell? Pan left Close on the steeple of the church How did I get here? How the hell? Christmas Christmas Eve last year How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw? Why are entire years strewn On the cutting-room floor of memory When single frames From one magic night Forever flicker in close-up On the 3-D Imax of my mind? That's poetic That's pathetic Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door And Collins choose that phone booth Back where Angel set up his drums? Why did Maureen's equipment Break down? Why am I the witness? And when I capture it on film Will it mean that it's the end And I'm alone? It's true you sold your guitar And bought a car? It's true I'm leaving now for Santa Fe It's true you're with This yuppie scum? You said you'd never Speak to him again -Not now -Who said that you have any say -In who she says things to at all? -Yeah. Who said that you should stick Your nose in other people--? Who said I was talking to you? -We used to have this fight each night -Calm down -She'd never admit I existed -Everyone, please He was the same way He was always Run away, hit the road, don't commit You're full of shit -She's in denial -He's in denial Didn't give an inch When I gave a mile -I gave a mile -Gave a mile to who? -Don't you dare come at me. -Come on, guys, chill. I'd be happy to die For a taste of what Angel had -Someone to live for -Someone to live for -Unafraid to say, "I love you" -Unafraid to say, "I love you" All your words are nice, Mimi But love's not a three-way street You'll never share real love Until you love yourself I should know You all said you'd be cool today So please, for my sake I can't believe he's gone I can't believe you're going I can't believe this family must die Angel helped us believe in love I can't believe you disagree I can't believe this is Goodbye -Pookie. -Honey bear. -I missed you so much. -I missed you. -I missed your smell. -I missed your mouth. -What? -Nothing, Pookie. No. No, baby, you said, "Ow." What is it? You bit my tongue. -No, I didn't. -Yes. It's bleeding. I think I should know. -Let me see. I was just try-- -She doesn't believe me. Thomas B. Collins? Coming. I hear there are great restaurants Out West Some of the best How could she? How could you let her go? You just don't know How could we lose Angel? Maybe you'll see why When you stop escaping your pain At least now if you try Angel's death won't be in vain His death is in vain Are you insane? There's so much to care about There's me, there's Mimi Mimi's got her baggage too So do you Who are you to tell me What I know and what to do? -A friend -But who, Mark, are you? "Mark has got his work" They say, "Mark lives for his work" And, "Mark's in love with his work" -Mark hides in his work -From what? From facing your failure Facing your loneliness Facing the fact you live a lie Yes, you live a lie Tell you why You're always preaching Not to be numb When that's how you thrive You pretend to create and observe When you really detach From feeling alive Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive Poor baby! Mimi still loves Roger Is Roger really jealous Or afraid that Mimi's weak? Mimi did look pale Mimi's gotten thin Mimi's running out of time Roger's running out the door No more Oh, no, I gotta go Hey, for someone Who's always been let down Who's heading out of town? For someone who longs For a community of his own Who's with his camera, alone? I'll call I hate the fall You heard? Every word You don't want baggage Without lifetime guarantees You don't want to watch me die I just came to say Goodbye, love Goodbye, love Came to say goodbye, love Goodbye Just came to say -Goodbye, love -Glory -Goodbye, love -One blaze of glory Came to say goodbye, love -Goodbye -I have to find Please don't touch me Understand I'm scared I need to go away -I know a place, a clinic -A rehab? Maybe Could you? I'll pay Goodbye, love Goodbye, love Came to say goodbye, love Goodbye Just came to say Goodbye, love Goodbye, love Goodbye, love Hello, disease Off the premises now We give no handouts here -What happened to "rest in peace"? -Off the premises, queer That's no way to send a boy To meet his maker They had to know We couldn't pay the undertaker Don't you worry about him Hey, I'll take care of it -Must be nice to have money. -No shit. I think it only fair to tell you... ...you just paid for the funeral of the person who killed your dog. I know. I always hated that dog. Let's pay him off and then get drunk. I can't. I have a meeting. -Punk. Let's go. -Punk. Let's go. Hi. Mark Cohen here for Buzzline. Back to you, Alexi. Coming up next, vampire welfare queens... ...who are compulsive bowlers. Oh, my God. What am I doing? Don't breathe too deep Don't think all day Dive into work Drive the other way That drip of hurt That pint of shame Goes away Just play the game You're living in America At the end of the millennium You're living in America Leave your conscience at the tone And when you're living in America At the end of the millennium You're what you own The filmmaker cannot see And the songwriter cannot hear Yet I see Mimi everywhere Angel's voice is in my ear Just tighten those shoulders Just clench your jaw till you frown Just don't let go -Or you may drown -Or you may drown -You're living in America -You're living in America -At the end of the millennium -At the end of the millennium -You're living in America -You're living in America -Where it's like The Twilight Zone -Where it's like The Twilight Zone -And when you're living in America -And when you're living in America -At the end of the millennium -At the end of the millennium -You're what you own -You're what you own -So I own not a notion -So I own not a notion -I escape and ape content -I escape and ape content -I don't own emotion -I don't own emotion -I rent -I rent -What was it about that night? -What was it about that night? -Connection in an isolating age -Connection in an isolating age -For once the shadows -For once the shadows -Gave way to light -Gave way to light -For once I didn't disengage -For once I didn't disengage -Angel, I hear you, I hear it, I see it -Mimi, I see you -I see it, my film -I see it, I hear it, I hear it, my song -Alexi, Mark. Call me a hypocrite... -One song, glory -...I need to finish my own film. I quit. -Mimi, your eyes -Dying in America -Dying in America -At the end of the millennium -At the end of the millennium -We're dying in America -We're dying in America -To come into our own -To come into our own -And when you're dying in America -And when you're dying in America -At the end of the millennium -At the end of the millennium -You're not alone -You're not alone -I'm not alone -I'm not alone -I'm not alone -I'm not alone -Speak. -Speak. Roger, this is your mother Roger, honey I don't get these postcards "Moving to Santa Fe" "Back in New York Starting a rock band" Roger, where are you? Roger, where are you? Roger, where are you? Roger, where are you? Kitten, wherever are you? Kitten, wherever are you? Kitten, wherever are you? Mark, are you there? Are you there? I don't know if-- Please Call Your mother -Christmas bells are ringing -Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing How time flies When compassion dies No stockings, no candy canes No gingerbread, no safety net No loose change No change, no -Santy Claus is coming -'Cause Santy Claus ain't coming No room at the Holiday Inn again Well, maybe next year Or when December 24th, 10 p.m. Eastern Standard Time I can't believe a year Went by so fast Time to see What we have time to see Turn the projector on. First shot, Roger With the Fender guitar He just got out of hock When he sold the car That took him away and back I found my song He found his song If he could just find Mimi I tried. You know I tried. Fade in on Mark Who's still in the dark -But he's got great footage -Which he's cut together To screen tonight. -In honor of Benny's wife -Muffy Allison Pulling Benny Out of the East Village location Then again, maybe we won't screen it tonight. I wonder how Allison found out about Mimi? Maybe a little bird told her. Or an angel. I had a little hunch That you could use a little flow -Tutoring again? -Negative -Back at NYU? -No, no, no I rewired the ATM At The Food Emporium To provide an honorarium To anyone with the code The code -Well? -Well? A-N-G-E-L. Yet Robin Hooding Isn't the solution The powers that be Must be undermined where they dwell In a small, exclusive Gourmet institution Where we overcharge The wealthy clientele Let's open up a restaurant In Santa Fe With a private corner banquette In the back We'll make it yet We'll somehow get to Santa Fe But you'd miss New York Before you could unpack Mark! Roger! Anyone, help! -Maureen? -It's Mimi! We can't get her up the stairs! No! She was huddled in the park In the dark And she was freezing And begged to come here -Over here? Oh, God. -Yeah. Got a light? I know you You're shivering -She's been living on the street -We need some heat -I'm shivering. -Okay. We can buy some wood And something to eat I'm afraid she needs more than heat I heard that Collins will call for a doctor, honey Don't waste your money on me Hello, 911? I'm on hold. Cold, cold Would you light my candle? Yes-- Oh, God Find a candle I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you I should tell you Benny wasn't anything-- I know I should tell you why I left -It wasn't 'cause I didn't-- -I know -I should tell you -I should tell you I should tell you, I love you Who do you think you are? Leaving me alone with my guitar Hold on, there's something You should hear It isn't much, but it took all year Your eyes As we said our goodbyes Can't get them out of my mind And I find I can't hide From your eyes The ones that took me by surprise The night you came into my life Where there's moonlight I see your eyes How'd I let you slip away When I'm longing so to hold you? Now I'd die for one more day 'Cause there's something I should have told you Yes, there's something I should have told you When I looked into your eyes Why does distance make us wise? You were the song all along And before this song dies I should tell you I should tell you I have always loved you You can see it in my eyes Mimi -I jumped over the moon. -What? A leap of: She's back. I was in a tunnel... ...headed for this warm, white light. Oh, my God. And I swear... ...Angel was there. And she looked good. And she said: "Turn around, girlfriend... ...and listen to that boy's song." She's drenched. Her fever's breaking There is no future There is no past Thank God this moment's Not the last -There's only us -There's only us -There's only this -There's only this -Forget regret -Forget regret Or life is yours to miss No other road No other way No day but today -I can't control -Will I lose my dignity? -My destiny -Will someone care? -I trust my soul -Will I wake tomorrow My only goal -Is just to be -From this nightmare? -Without you -There's only now -The hand gropes -There's only here -The ear hears -Give in to love -The pulse beats -Or live in fear -Life goes on -No other path -But I'm gone -No other way -'Cause I die without you -No day but today -I die without you -No day but today -I die without you -No day but today -I die without you -No day but today -I die without you -No day but today -I die without you -No day but today No day but today Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure Measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles In laughter, in strife In 525,600 minutes How do you measure A year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand Journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure The life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned? Or in times that he cried? In bridges he burned? -Or the way that she died? -It's time now to sing out Though the story never ends Let's celebrate Remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love Oh, you got to You got to remember the love You know that love is a gift From up above Give love, give love, spread love Measure, measure your life in love Seasons of love -Seasons of love -Measure your life in love With a thousand sweet kisses With a thousand sweet kisses With a thousand sweet kisses With a thousand sweet kisses How about Love? How about Love? How about Love? Measure in love Seasons of love