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BIRDMAN: How did we end up here? | 0:01:59 | 0:02:00 | |
This place is horrible. | 0:02:07 | 0:02:08 | |
Smells like balls. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:16 | |
We don't belong in this shithole. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:24 | |
SKYPE CALL SOUNDS | 0:02:24 | 0:02:32 | |
-Hey, Sam. -Dad... -Hi, hon. -What kind of... Shut up! | 0:02:43 | 0:02:45 | |
What kind of flowers did you say you wanted? | 0:02:45 | 0:02:47 | |
Alchemillas. Or something that smells nice, you know. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:50 | |
-Something soothing. Listen, I can't... -It all smells like fucking kimchi! | 0:02:50 | 0:02:53 | |
OK. Something that's, uh... that looks nice. You know. Anything but roses. | 0:02:53 | 0:02:56 | |
-I hate this job. -OK. | 0:02:56 | 0:02:58 | |
Riggan, everyone's set for 1-4. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
They're ready for you. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:21 | |
Riggan, they're ready for you. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
-Mr Thomson. -Steve. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
-It's Daniel. -OK. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:00 | |
-Oh, hey, buddy. -Hey. -How you doing? | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
Pretty good. Good. Yeah, I'd be a lot better if I could get, uh... | 0:04:05 | 0:04:08 | |
Ralph to stop, you know, acting. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
He's going to be fine. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:12 | |
And he was yelling, "I love you, I love you, bitch!" | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
What do you do with a love like that? | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
How is that... That is not love and you know it. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:19 | |
Why do you insist on calling it love? | 0:04:19 | 0:04:21 | |
You can say what you want, but I know what it was. | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
What about you, Nick? Does that sound like love to you? | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
Sorry I'm late. Uh, sounds like love... | 0:04:26 | 0:04:28 | |
Look, I'm the wrong person to ask. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:29 | |
I only knew...heard the man's name mentioned in passing. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
I wouldn't know. You'd have to know the particulars. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
But I think what you're saying is love is absolute. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:37 | |
Yeah. The kind of love I'm talking about is... | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
The kind of love I'm talking about, | 0:04:40 | 0:04:41 | |
you don't try and kill people. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:43 | |
It was love, Mel. To Eddie, it was. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:44 | |
I don't care what anyone says. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
He was ready to die for it. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:47 | |
Ask her what he did after she left him. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
He shot himself in the mouth, but he screwed that up, too. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
Poor Ed. | 0:04:53 | 0:04:54 | |
Poor Ed, my ass! The guy was... dangerous! | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
Well, how'd he screw it up, if he shot himself in the mouth? | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
He used to carry this .22. We lived like fugitives then. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:02 | |
Ralph, Ralph, Ralph. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:04 | |
Fugitives are...scared, you know? | 0:05:04 | 0:05:05 | |
Fugitives are on the run. So, you know, how many times can we get... | 0:05:05 | 0:05:09 | |
Can you just give me more of that? You know, fear? | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
Yeah. Great idea. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
We lived like fugitives then. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
I never knew if he was going to come out from behind a bush, | 0:05:15 | 0:05:18 | |
or...or a car and just start shooting. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:20 | |
The man was crazy! He was capable of anything! | 0:05:20 | 0:05:23 | |
-Christ, what a nightmare. -Yeah! | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
He used call me up at the hospital and say, | 0:05:25 | 0:05:27 | |
"Son of a bitch, your days are numbered!" | 0:05:27 | 0:05:31 | |
It's too much? It's a little bit too much. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
I can tell, because, with you... I just want to give you a range. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
Oh! Shit! | 0:05:38 | 0:05:39 | |
-Someone call 911! -Oh, my God! Is he breathing? | 0:05:39 | 0:05:42 | |
-Is that blood coming out of his ear? -It's OK, he's still breathing. | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
-Where are you going? -Well, did someone call 911? | 0:05:44 | 0:05:46 | |
-Do not move him! Wait for an ambulance! -Did someone call for help? | 0:05:46 | 0:05:49 | |
Well, that's going to be a fucking lawsuit! | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
OK, where you going? The understudy'll be ready in less than five minutes. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
Forget the understudy. We have to cancel the first preview. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
-But it's a full house! We would have to refund the entire... -Just do it. Just do it. | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
-What happened? How's Ralph? -He'll be fine. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
Wait, wait, wait. Will you fucking wait? | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
Listen to me, Jake, it was going to be a disaster. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:05 | |
That guy's the worst actor I've ever seen in my life. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
-The blood coming out of his ear is the most honest thing he's done so far. -He's not that bad! | 0:06:07 | 0:06:11 | |
OK, he's fucking terrible. But listen. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:14 | |
You have the press in your dressing room in a few hours. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:17 | |
I'll make something up. I don't know. I'll think of something. I'll riff. Listen. Hold on. | 0:06:17 | 0:06:22 | |
That wasn't an accident. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:23 | |
What do you mean? | 0:06:25 | 0:06:27 | |
I made it happen. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:28 | |
Oh, OK. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
Are you drunk? | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
Just find me an actor - a good actor. Give me, uh... Woody Harrelson! | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
He's doing the next Hunger Games. | 0:06:35 | 0:06:37 | |
Um, uh, Michael Fassbender. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:38 | |
He's doing the prequel to the X-Men prequel. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:40 | |
-How about, um, uh, Jeremy Renner? -Who? | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
Jeremy Renner! He was nominated. The... He was the Hurt Locker guy. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:46 | |
He's an Avenger. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
Fuck! They put him in a cape, too? God! I can't believe this! I don't care. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:52 | |
Just find me someone. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:53 | |
Ralph will sue us. He'll sue us and he has a case. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
Just make it go away. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:02 | |
Look, you're my attorney. You're my producer. You're my best friend. Right? | 0:07:02 | 0:07:07 | |
Now, go out there and do what you were born to do. I don't care how you do it, just go. | 0:07:07 | 0:07:11 | |
How do you suppose I do that? How... | 0:07:11 | 0:07:13 | |
When we come back, an exclusive interview with Robert Downey Jr, | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
who's busy following up his billion-dollar Iron Man franchise | 0:07:18 | 0:07:22 | |
with the equally successful Avengers series. He will take us behind the scene... | 0:07:22 | 0:07:26 | |
BIRDMAN: That clown doesn't have half your talent, | 0:07:34 | 0:07:37 | |
and he's making a fortune in that Tin Man get-up. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
We were the real thing, Riggan. | 0:07:42 | 0:07:44 | |
We had it all. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
We gave it away. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
Breathing in. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:52 | |
We handed these poseurs the keys to the kingdom. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:55 | |
Breathing out. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
You listening to me? | 0:07:56 | 0:07:57 | |
Breathing in, I embrace my anger. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
Yeah, embrace it. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
But I'm not going away. You know I'm right. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:06 | |
Look at that. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
These people don't know what you're capable of. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
SOUND OF SMASHING | 0:08:40 | 0:08:41 | |
Why would somebody go from playing | 0:08:45 | 0:08:48 | |
the lead in a comic book franchise | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
to adapting Raymond Carver for the stage? | 0:08:51 | 0:08:55 | |
As you're probably aware, Barthes said, | 0:08:55 | 0:08:58 | |
"The cultural work done in the past by gods and epic sagas | 0:08:58 | 0:09:02 | |
"is now being done by laundry detergent commercials | 0:09:02 | 0:09:06 | |
"and comic strip characters." | 0:09:06 | 0:09:09 | |
This is a big leap you've taken. | 0:09:09 | 0:09:11 | |
Yeah, it is. Absolutely. Absolutely. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:14 | |
And, you know, like you said... | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
..that, uh, Barthes said, uh... | 0:09:16 | 0:09:20 | |
..Birdman, like Icarus... | 0:09:20 | 0:09:21 | |
OK, w-w-w-w-wait. Hang on. Who is this Barthes guy? | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
Which Birdman was he in? | 0:09:24 | 0:09:25 | |
Uh, Roland Barthes was a French philosopher, | 0:09:25 | 0:09:28 | |
and if you knew anything about the history of... | 0:09:28 | 0:09:30 | |
Now, is it true you've been injecting yourself with semen from baby pigs? | 0:09:30 | 0:09:35 | |
-I'm sorry, what? -As a method of facial rejuvenation? | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
Where did you read that? | 0:09:37 | 0:09:38 | |
It was tweeted by @prostatewhispers. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
-No. That's not true. -I know, but did you do it? | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
-No, I didn't do it. I just said it's not true. -OK, I'll write you're denying it. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:47 | |
No! Don't write anything. Why would you write anything? I didn't...I didn't do... | 0:09:47 | 0:09:50 | |
Don't write what she said. I didn't do it. I didn't put any baby pig sem... | 0:09:50 | 0:09:53 | |
Are you at all afraid that, uh, people will say you're doing this play | 0:09:53 | 0:09:57 | |
to battle the impression that you're a washed-up superhero? | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
No, absolutely not. Absolutely not. That's why, | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
20 years ago, I said no to Birdman 4. That's why... | 0:10:02 | 0:10:06 | |
Oh! | 0:10:06 | 0:10:08 | |
Birdman 4? You do Birdman 4?! | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
Thank you for coming out. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
We're expecting some great pieces. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:16 | |
The guys in publicity... | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
..now want a Times feature, | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
which is the worst idea right now. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
What are you doing? | 0:10:26 | 0:10:27 | |
-I don't want to look at this any more. -That was a present from the crew. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:30 | |
Don't fuck with those guys, they're union. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:32 | |
I don't care. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
-How'd it go? -Good. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:36 | |
They talk about Ralph at all? He did it, you know. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
The motherfucker did it. Threatened to sue us. Didn't even wait to get out of the hospital. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:42 | |
-What'd you say? -What'd I say? | 0:10:42 | 0:10:43 | |
I said, "You motherfucker, are you threatening me? | 0:10:43 | 0:10:46 | |
"I swear to God, if I so much as get a letter from a lawyer, | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
"then the press is going to get the pictures off your computer." That's what I said. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
What pictures? | 0:10:51 | 0:10:52 | |
He has a thing for nuns... in diapers. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
Why do you care? You shouldn't have any knowledge of that, anyway. Point is is I made it go away. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:59 | |
That's right. That's great. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
-Yeah, it is fantastic, except for one thing. -What? | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
-We don't have an actor. -Uh-huh. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
And if we cancel the first preview, the press is going to smell blood. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
And we can't afford to lose any more money. At all. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
OK. What do you think I should do? | 0:11:10 | 0:11:11 | |
Well, we hired an understudy. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
-Let's use the understudy. -No. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
Riggan, listen to me. Please, for the love of God, listen. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
Our perfect dream actor is not going to knock on that door and go, | 0:11:17 | 0:11:20 | |
"Hey, fellas, when do I start?" You know? | 0:11:20 | 0:11:22 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:11:22 | 0:11:24 | |
-Can I talk to you for a second? -Yeah. What's up? | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
-Did you find another actor? -No. | 0:11:26 | 0:11:27 | |
-OK, well, Mike's available. -He is? -Mike who? | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
-I thought he was doing the thing... -He was. | 0:11:30 | 0:11:32 | |
-He quit. Or got fired. -Mike who? | 0:11:32 | 0:11:34 | |
-Which is it, quit or fired? -Well, with Mike, it's usually both. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:37 | |
-Mike fucking who? -Shiner. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:38 | |
-Yes! -Jake. | 0:11:38 | 0:11:40 | |
Oh, my gosh! How do you know Mike Shiner? | 0:11:40 | 0:11:42 | |
-We share a vagina. -You think he'd want to do it? -Mm-hm. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:44 | |
-How do you know? -Cos he told me he'd want to do it. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
Jake. Jake, yes. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
-Ask me if he sells tickets. -Fine. Does he sell tickets? | 0:11:48 | 0:11:51 | |
He sells a shitload of tickets. Now ask me if the theatre critics love him. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:54 | |
Do theatre critics love him? | 0:11:54 | 0:11:55 | |
-They want to spooge on him. -Hey! | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
-Lesley. -Right on his face. | 0:11:57 | 0:11:58 | |
-Everything for a reason, right? -You think he'd come in this evening? | 0:11:58 | 0:12:01 | |
I'll call him and find out. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
I'll call his agent. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
Amazing, amazing. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:06 | |
Annie? Clear the theatre, send everyone to dinner | 0:12:14 | 0:12:17 | |
and give me some lights! | 0:12:17 | 0:12:19 | |
We got a put-in tonight. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:20 | |
Who is it? | 0:12:20 | 0:12:21 | |
You'll find out. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
Intimidating, isn't it? | 0:12:35 | 0:12:37 | |
You have any idea of the people who have | 0:12:37 | 0:12:39 | |
walked on these boards... before you? | 0:12:39 | 0:12:43 | |
Geraldine Page. Helen Hayes. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
Jason Robards. Marlon Brando. And now Riggan Thomson. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:50 | |
-Hey, thanks for coming in on such short notice, Mike. I really appreciate it. -This is what I do. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:54 | |
You-you-you wrote this adaptation? | 0:12:54 | 0:12:56 | |
I did, yeah. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:57 | |
And you're directing and starring in your adaptation? That's ambitious. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
Well, thanks. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:02 | |
Well, it's a good theatre. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
I can't speak for your play, but... let's, uh...let's do a little bit of it. Yeah? | 0:13:05 | 0:13:08 | |
Oh, I didn't expect you to come in and, you know, just jump right in. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:11 | |
It's first preview tomorrow night, man. Let's get to work. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
OK. Well, you know, look...you know, feel free to take the script up until you feel comfortable. | 0:13:13 | 0:13:17 | |
No, no, no, let's just...let's just do...do some of it. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
All right! OK, uh... | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
Hey, take a look at page 20. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:23 | |
-I...I'm good. I don't need that. -What? | 0:13:23 | 0:13:25 | |
-I don't need the script. Just give me a cue. -What are you talking about? | 0:13:25 | 0:13:28 | |
-Feed me a line. -Wha... H-h-how are you going to... -Feed me a line. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:31 | |
OK! All right. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:32 | |
OK, uh...let me think. Uh...yeah... Uh... | 0:13:32 | 0:13:36 | |
Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, OK. I didn't actually know the man. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
-I only heard his name mentioned in passing. -Mmm-hmm. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:41 | |
I don't know. You'd have to know the particulars. | 0:13:41 | 0:13:43 | |
But I think what you're saying is love is absolute. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:47 | |
Is that what I'm saying? Am I saying love is absolute? | 0:13:47 | 0:13:50 | |
Yes. OK, yeah! The kind of love | 0:13:50 | 0:13:52 | |
that I'm talking about is absolute. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
The kind of love that I'm talking about, you don't try to kill people! | 0:13:54 | 0:13:58 | |
How do you know the lines? | 0:13:58 | 0:14:00 | |
-It's a thing I have. I don't know, it's a gift. -Wow. OK, so, that's, uh... | 0:14:00 | 0:14:04 | |
Oh, come on, man. I've been helping Lesley get off book for, like, a month. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
-Oh, right! Right. Right, right, right. -These lines are right here. That makes sense. | 0:14:07 | 0:14:10 | |
-That's good. Give me my cue again. -OK. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:12 | |
Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know the man. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:14 | |
I've heard his name mentioned in passing. But, yeah, I didn't know... | 0:14:14 | 0:14:17 | |
You never know the particulars. I think what you're saying... | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
-C-can I make a suggestion? -Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:22 | |
-Do you mind? -No, no, no, not at all. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:23 | |
No, no, forget...forget that. Just...stay with me. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:27 | |
"I'm the wrong person to ask," he says, but what...what is that? What's the intention in that? | 0:14:27 | 0:14:31 | |
Is he fed up with the subject so he's changing it? | 0:14:31 | 0:14:33 | |
Is he deflecting guilt over the marriage? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:34 | |
And here's the thing, you've got four lines after that | 0:14:34 | 0:14:37 | |
that all say the same thing. "I didn't even know the man." | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
"I only heard his name mentioned in passing." | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
"I wouldn't Know." | 0:14:42 | 0:14:43 | |
"You'd have to know the particulars." | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
And the "particulars", I mean, it sounds like my grandmother. But...but... | 0:14:45 | 0:14:48 | |
..the point is, you don't know the guy. We fucking get it. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:51 | |
Make it work with one line. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:52 | |
"I didn't even know the man." Right? | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
Wait... I-I-I... You know my lines, too, huh? | 0:14:54 | 0:14:57 | |
-Can we not get hung up on knowing lines? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
Can we just work on this? Tear it apart? | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
So, why don't you just give me that same thing again, | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
-but cut it down. Try it. -OK. Uh... | 0:15:04 | 0:15:06 | |
Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
Oh, no! But that's the thing, see? "I'm the wrong person to ask." What is it? | 0:15:08 | 0:15:11 | |
I think it's, "Fuck you." | 0:15:11 | 0:15:12 | |
"Fuck you. Don't put me on the spot, man." | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
"Don't make me feel self-conscious about my marriage | 0:15:15 | 0:15:17 | |
"while my life...my wife is sitting..." | 0:15:17 | 0:15:19 | |
-Right there. -"..right there." | 0:15:19 | 0:15:21 | |
-Can I sit down for this? -Yeah, sit, sit. Good idea. Yeah. | 0:15:21 | 0:15:24 | |
So just give it to me as a "fuck you". Try it. Lay it on me. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:28 | |
Just do it. Come on. Give it to me. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:29 | |
-Well, I'm thinking. -Fuck me hard. Just give it. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
Come on! Don't talk about it! Just do it! | 0:15:31 | 0:15:33 | |
Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, all right?! | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
I don't even know the guy, OK? What's your point?! | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
-What's my point? -Yeah, what's your point? What are you saying? Spit it out! -Oh! Oh! | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
You're saying what? What are you saying? You're saying love is absolute. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
Yes! Yes! | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
The kind of love that I'm talking about, it is absolute! | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
The kind of love that I'm talking about, you don't... | 0:15:48 | 0:15:51 | |
..you don't try to kill people. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
Yeah. Good. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
-I don't know, what do you think, boss? -Wow. OK. | 0:15:59 | 0:16:01 | |
You want to do this with me? | 0:16:01 | 0:16:04 | |
What do you think? | 0:16:04 | 0:16:05 | |
Everybody's back. Larry needs to see him for a fitting. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:08 | |
I'll take that as a yes. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:09 | |
So, who are you? | 0:16:13 | 0:16:15 | |
-That's Sam, my daughter. -Oh. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
Your daughter! Wow! That's amazing. You don't look anything like each other. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:20 | |
-What do you do? -Um... -She's my assistant. Works with me. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
And does she talk, uh...and speak? | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
She does. Yeah. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
She can even sit or stay or roll over, if you have any treats. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:32 | |
Hey, welcome aboard, Mike! | 0:16:32 | 0:16:33 | |
Thank you, Captain. | 0:16:33 | 0:16:34 | |
Um, I'm Mike...Shiner, by the way. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:38 | |
Oh, I know who you are. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:39 | |
I, uh, I saw you in Hothouse at the Geffen. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:43 | |
You were great. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:44 | |
Oh, thank you. Your ass is great. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
Dude. Seriously? | 0:16:47 | 0:16:49 | |
You see..that was just me... | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
Larry? Larry? | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
This is the theatre, sweetheart. Don't be so self-conscious. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
He's here. | 0:16:57 | 0:16:58 | |
OK. Thank the Lord and pass the biscuits. I finally have an actor to dress. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
How have you been, Larry? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
Better now that you're here. Take off your clothes. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:05 | |
You're just going to stand there? | 0:17:08 | 0:17:09 | |
This is the theatre, honey. Don't be so self-conscious. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:12 | |
We have to start from scratch with less than 24 hours. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:16 | |
Here. Try these. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:17 | |
Holy sh...! What's happening? Where are your underpants? | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
Under the bed at home, I think. | 0:17:20 | 0:17:22 | |
OK. Uh... | 0:17:22 | 0:17:24 | |
No. OK, OK. Everything's too small. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:27 | |
-You're not kidding. -Oh. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:29 | |
Whoa. That's nice. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:30 | |
Forgive him, Larry. Mike's like my five-year-old son. | 0:17:30 | 0:17:33 | |
Neither of them has clean underwear. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:34 | |
Or pubic hair, I imagine. OK... | 0:17:34 | 0:17:37 | |
I can alter the suit. | 0:17:37 | 0:17:38 | |
But we're going to have to make new trousers and shirts. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:40 | |
And underwear. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:42 | |
-What are you doing? -Waiting on Larry. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
I'm finished! | 0:17:45 | 0:17:46 | |
Then I'm just standing with my cock out. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:48 | |
Well, get dressed. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
Riggan's daughter's hanging around and I don't need her to walk in here. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
-Lesley. -No, Mike. You haven't seen her. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:54 | |
She's always hanging around, watching everyone, like Little Miss Creepy. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:57 | |
-Les... -I don't know if it's the drugs that fried her brain or what, | 0:17:57 | 0:18:00 | |
but I just don't want her running to her father, saying you showed her your junk. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:04 | |
Then we should ask her to leave. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:05 | |
-Oh, God. Really? -Mmm-hmm. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:08 | |
-Sammy? -It's Sam. | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
Sam. Lesley. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
Listen, um, when I said that I... | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
Oh, don't worry about it. He's a handful, huh? | 0:18:14 | 0:18:17 | |
How is it that you always manage to find a new way to humiliate me? | 0:18:19 | 0:18:22 | |
Oh, to be fair, you make it really easy. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:24 | |
What the hell was she doing here? | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
-She brought me down. -And stayed? | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
-Well, she is a little... something. -Listen, Mike. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:30 | |
This is Broadway. And I'm here, finally. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:33 | |
Now, please, just do me a favour, I'm begging you. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
Don't fuck it up! | 0:18:35 | 0:18:37 | |
Lesley. | 0:18:37 | 0:18:38 | |
Come here. Come here. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:41 | |
Play with my balls. | 0:18:45 | 0:18:46 | |
-Don't do it. Ow! -Just sign it. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:50 | |
-Listen. -No, you listen to me! -I can't afford to listen to you. | 0:18:50 | 0:18:52 | |
-I'm going to have to go shopping again. -Just sew something, you old fuck! | 0:18:52 | 0:18:55 | |
-Give him whatever he wants! -He just asked for four times what we were paying what's-his-name! | 0:18:55 | 0:18:59 | |
-Go into the reserve, Jake. -The reserve is gone! We spent it on fog and those fake trees. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:02 | |
-It's a dream sequence, Jake. -And goddam midgets! | 0:19:02 | 0:19:04 | |
-Hey, don't say... You're not allowed to say "midgets" any more. -The reserve is gone! | 0:19:04 | 0:19:09 | |
You didn't see what I just saw. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
I'm telling you, this guy's the real deal. | 0:19:13 | 0:19:15 | |
I can feel it in my bones. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:16 | |
He's the actor we've been waiting for. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
Come on. Just get the contract done. | 0:19:18 | 0:19:20 | |
Please, Jake. I'll get the money. | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
-OK, I'll do it. -OK. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:26 | |
Get that smile off your face. You're freaking me out. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
Sorry. You're right. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
Hey! | 0:19:30 | 0:19:31 | |
Is it true? Shiner? | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
-Holy shit. When can I meet him? -He's in a fitting with Larry right now. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:35 | |
-Hey, guys. I'm going to Starbucks. You want anything? -I'm good. I'm good. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:39 | |
She has a great ass. Hey, I have some news for you, too. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
Is it good or is it bad? Cos, right now, I really... | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
I missed my last two periods. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:46 | |
I think it's really happening. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
Wow. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:50 | |
Is that good or bad? Riggan! | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
It's good. It's good. It's great. | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
-Well, say something else. -Um...OK. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:57 | |
Uh... | 0:19:57 | 0:19:58 | |
You sure it's mine? | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
Well, you know, there's you, there's Jake, you know, that masseur wore a condom... | 0:20:00 | 0:20:04 | |
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's yours, yeah. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:06 | |
Idiot. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:07 | |
-Are you excited? -Yeah. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
Me, too. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
-What? -You're not funny! | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
What? Hey, what? | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
First preview tomorrow. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:43 | |
Here we go. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:46 | |
I rode with him in the ambulance to the hospital. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:52 | |
I will never get that image out of my head. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
Right before he did it, those eyes were so sad and...and lonely. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:59 | |
Did you have to treat him? | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
I didn't have to, but I did. | 0:21:01 | 0:21:03 | |
Music out. Cue 34, 35, ready. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
He was in terrible shape. | 0:21:06 | 0:21:08 | |
His head had swelled up. It was twice the size of a normal head. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
-He's good, huh? -He's incredible. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
-I think he's drinking real gin. -What? | 0:21:13 | 0:21:16 | |
Ask...ask Nick. I...I want you to ask Nick if he thinks that that's love. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:21 | |
Oh, honey, can't we just go to dinner? | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
Mel, don't get him started. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
You don't know how he's been lately. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:28 | |
He's been depressed. I've been worried about him. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
You've been what? | 0:21:30 | 0:21:31 | |
Let me tell you...let me tell you guys something about real love. I'll tell you something. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:37 | |
We all should be ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
when we talk about love. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:42 | |
Oh, for God's sake, are you getting drunk? | 0:21:42 | 0:21:45 | |
I don't have to be drunk to say what I think. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:46 | |
-Nobody's drunk. We're just having a few drinks. -Exactly. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
You've had more than a few. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:51 | |
What, are you counting? | 0:21:51 | 0:21:52 | |
Leave her alone. If you're not drunk, don't talk like you're drunk. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
Shut up! | 0:21:55 | 0:21:56 | |
Do me a favour. For once in your life, | 0:21:58 | 0:22:00 | |
honest to God, shut up for a minute. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:02 | |
Anyway, like I was saying... | 0:22:04 | 0:22:07 | |
..you want to know about real love, there's this old couple... | 0:22:07 | 0:22:10 | |
..had a car wreck out on the Interstate. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
Some drunk kid...ploughed his old man's pick-up... | 0:22:14 | 0:22:19 | |
..right into their camper. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
By the time I got down to the hospital, this kid, | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
this fucking teenager, was dead. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:26 | |
So we took the old couple up to the OR. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:29 | |
We worked like hell on them through most of the night. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:32 | |
By the time...we were done with them, we just, you know... | 0:22:34 | 0:22:38 | |
..wrapped them...in their full body casts. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:41 | |
The husband, the old man... | 0:22:43 | 0:22:45 | |
..was depressed for the longest time. | 0:22:47 | 0:22:49 | |
Even after I said to him, | 0:22:49 | 0:22:50 | |
"Look, your wife's going to pull through," he was still depressed. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:54 | |
So I went up to the mouth hole and I asked him. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:59 | |
And he told me it was because he couldn't...see her... | 0:23:01 | 0:23:05 | |
..through the eyes. Couldn't see his wife. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:08 | |
Can you imagine? | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
I'm telling you, this guy's heart was breaking because... | 0:23:11 | 0:23:15 | |
..he couldn't turn his goddamn head | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
and just look at his goddamn wife. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:21 | |
Shit! | 0:23:21 | 0:23:22 | |
I mean, it was killing this guy. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:25 | |
I...I am so tired of this. Is this water? | 0:23:25 | 0:23:27 | |
It was killing the guy. | 0:23:27 | 0:23:28 | |
Did you replace my gin with water, man? | 0:23:28 | 0:23:33 | |
-GLASS SMASHES -Oh! | 0:23:33 | 0:23:34 | |
-Mike, come on. -No! Come on what? -Come on. You're drunk. | 0:23:34 | 0:23:37 | |
I'm drunk? Yes, I'm drunk. I'm supposed to be drunk! Why aren't you drunk? | 0:23:37 | 0:23:40 | |
This is Carver! He left a piece of his liver on the table every time he wrote a fucking page! | 0:23:40 | 0:23:44 | |
If I need to be drinking gin, who the fuck are you to touch my gin, man? | 0:23:44 | 0:23:47 | |
You fucked with the period, you fucked with the plot so you could have the best lines. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:51 | |
You leave me the fucking tools that I need! | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
Oh, come on, people, don't be so pathetic. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
Stop looking at the world through your cellphone screen! | 0:23:56 | 0:23:59 | |
Have a real experience! | 0:23:59 | 0:24:00 | |
Does anybody give a shit about truth other than me? | 0:24:00 | 0:24:03 | |
I mean, this set is fake, the bananas are fake. | 0:24:03 | 0:24:05 | |
There's fucking nothing in this milk carton! | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
Your performance is fake! | 0:24:07 | 0:24:09 | |
The only thing that's real on this stage is this chicken! | 0:24:09 | 0:24:12 | |
So, I'm going to work with the chicken. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:15 | |
AUDIENCE LAUGHS AND WHISTLES | 0:24:15 | 0:24:18 | |
That was interesting. | 0:24:18 | 0:24:19 | |
-Bring the curtain down. -Hey! | 0:24:19 | 0:24:20 | |
That's good bird, man! | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
Get him out of here! | 0:24:23 | 0:24:24 | |
How do you want me to do that? | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
Hey, hey, wait. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:29 | |
-I want him gone. -No! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
-What? -We cannot do that! | 0:24:31 | 0:24:33 | |
Of course we can do that! It's our show! | 0:24:33 | 0:24:34 | |
-Listen to me, please. -No, you listen to me. | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
Get him the fuck out of my play. I'm not going to stand up there. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:39 | |
It was a preview! Nobody gives a shit about a preview! | 0:24:39 | 0:24:42 | |
Nothing matters until that old bat from | 0:24:42 | 0:24:43 | |
the New York Times is sitting on that audience opening night! | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
We're getting rid of him. I don't give a shit. | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
Shut up! Shut up and listen to me for once! | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
As soon as we announced he was taking over, the advance doubled, and that took less than a day. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:54 | |
We can't afford to lose the preview. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:55 | |
We can't afford to lose any more money and we can't afford to lose Mike. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:58 | |
This has been about... This is about being respected and validated, remember? | 0:24:58 | 0:25:02 | |
That's what you told me! | 0:25:02 | 0:25:03 | |
That's how you got me into this shit! | 0:25:03 | 0:25:06 | |
Now, you're the director. Get him under control, OK? | 0:25:08 | 0:25:11 | |
Fuck. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
This isn't the '90s any more. | 0:25:15 | 0:25:16 | |
Your zipper's down. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
Fuck. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:25 | |
Hey! | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
You were really good, cabron. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
Mmm-hmm. | 0:25:35 | 0:25:37 | |
Hey! Out in front of the theatre in ten minutes! | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
Don't overthink it. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:42 | |
What the hell was going on up there? | 0:25:54 | 0:25:56 | |
I didn't know you were here tonight. | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
That guy's an asshole, huh? | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
Yeah. What are you...what are you doing here? | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
Sam and I are going to grab a bite after she's finished. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:07 | |
No, no, I mean here now. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
Well, I know how much this means to you. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 | |
Oh. | 0:26:12 | 0:26:13 | |
Thanks. I appreciate that. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
So, what's happening? | 0:26:16 | 0:26:17 | |
-With the play? You saw what's ha... -No, no. You and Sam. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:20 | |
Oh, it's... You know, it's great. | 0:26:20 | 0:26:23 | |
It's the same. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:25 | |
Do you talk to her? | 0:26:25 | 0:26:26 | |
Yeah, we talk. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
You know, it's just been so crazy around here, you know? | 0:26:28 | 0:26:31 | |
-You understand where her head is at these days? -Yeah, of course. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
She's trying to stay away from everything and everyone | 0:26:34 | 0:26:36 | |
-that got her into rehab in the first place. -Yeah, yeah. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
I know. I really do. I get it. I get it. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:42 | |
That's all she's had, so she's confused. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:44 | |
Yeah, I get it. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:45 | |
Look, I know you're caught up in all this stuff, but you just have to... | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
-"Stuff"? -Uh...uh... | 0:26:48 | 0:26:49 | |
You know what I mean. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
Riggan, you don't have to be a great father right now. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:54 | |
You just have to be one. | 0:26:54 | 0:26:56 | |
Oh, sorry. | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
How's that going? | 0:27:01 | 0:27:02 | |
I'd rather not talk about that. | 0:27:04 | 0:27:05 | |
You're drinking? | 0:27:05 | 0:27:07 | |
Yeah, I'm having a beer. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:08 | |
So... | 0:27:12 | 0:27:13 | |
..what's going on with you? | 0:27:15 | 0:27:17 | |
Me? Oh... | 0:27:17 | 0:27:18 | |
Nothing. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Everything's the same, I guess. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:23 | |
I'm going back to teaching. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:27 | |
Oh, yeah? Hey, uh... | 0:27:27 | 0:27:30 | |
..I'm thinking of refinancing the Malibu house. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
What? I'm sorry? | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
I'm thinking of refinancing... | 0:27:35 | 0:27:36 | |
No, I heard you. I just need a second. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
That's going to be Sam's house. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
Why would you...? For this play? | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
I need the money. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:49 | |
Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds? | 0:27:49 | 0:27:52 | |
What do you want me to say? My health lasted longer than the money. | 0:27:52 | 0:27:56 | |
Go figure that out. | 0:27:56 | 0:27:57 | |
What's going on? | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
Riggan, look at me. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:04 | |
Uh... | 0:28:04 | 0:28:05 | |
I got a chance to do something right. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
I got to take it. I got to. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:16 | |
It's funny. I was sitting here, waiting for you... | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
..and, all of a sudden, I couldn't remember why we broke up. | 0:28:20 | 0:28:24 | |
You know, the last time I flew here from LA, | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
George Clooney was sitting, like, two seats in front of me | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
with a nice pair of cufflinks and that fucking chin. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
We ended up flying through this really, really horrible storm. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:43 | |
I mean, the plane was, like, rattling and shaking. | 0:28:43 | 0:28:47 | |
And, uh, all the people on board were, you know, crying. | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
I mean, crying. Praying, right? | 0:28:50 | 0:28:53 | |
I just sat there. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:56 | |
They're crying, I sit there. | 0:28:56 | 0:28:58 | |
And I'm thinking, "Oh, boy, | 0:28:58 | 0:29:01 | |
"next morning, when Sam looks at the paper, | 0:29:01 | 0:29:05 | |
"it's going to be Clooney's face on the front page, not mine." | 0:29:05 | 0:29:09 | |
You know? Boom! | 0:29:09 | 0:29:10 | |
Did you know Farrah Fawcett died | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
the exact same day as Michael Jackson? | 0:29:18 | 0:29:21 | |
Is that crazy? | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
Why did we break up? | 0:29:38 | 0:29:40 | |
Because you threw a kitchen knife at me | 0:29:40 | 0:29:42 | |
and, an hour later, you were telling me how much you loved me. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:46 | |
You know, just because I didn't like that ridiculous comedy you did with Goldie Hawn | 0:29:46 | 0:29:50 | |
did not mean that I did not love you. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
That's what you always do. | 0:29:52 | 0:29:54 | |
You confuse love for admiration. | 0:29:54 | 0:29:56 | |
It's your house, you do what you want with it. | 0:29:58 | 0:29:59 | |
You just make sure you're there for our daughter. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:02 | |
I will. | 0:30:02 | 0:30:03 | |
You're not Farrah Fawcett, Riggan. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:06 | |
-BIRDMAN: -We should have done that reality show they offered us - The Thomsons. | 0:30:09 | 0:30:12 | |
Shut up. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:13 | |
-That would've been good. -Shut up! | 0:30:13 | 0:30:15 | |
Crazy, druggy, wise-ass daughter, MILF-y wife with the perky tits. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:19 | |
People would've wanted to see that. | 0:30:19 | 0:30:21 | |
-Shut up. -More than I can say for this piece of shit. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:23 | |
Shut up! | 0:30:23 | 0:30:25 | |
The sunbed is here. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:29 | |
What does that mean? | 0:30:29 | 0:30:30 | |
It means there's a sunbed out there being delivered to in here. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:34 | |
Who ordered a sunbed? | 0:30:34 | 0:30:36 | |
Mike. He said it's for his character - | 0:30:36 | 0:30:37 | |
-part of his process and that shit. -Fuck. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:39 | |
He said he has to be a redneck. | 0:30:39 | 0:30:42 | |
Son of a bitch. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:43 | |
Let's go. Walk. | 0:30:48 | 0:30:50 | |
-Where are we going? -To get you some coffee. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:52 | |
-Did I do something to disrespect you? -Not yet. | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
-I have a lot riding on this fucking play. -Oh, is that right? | 0:30:54 | 0:30:57 | |
Yeah. People know who I am, and... | 0:30:57 | 0:30:59 | |
Bullshit. They don't know you, your work, man. | 0:30:59 | 0:31:02 | |
They know the guy from the birdsuit who goes and tells coy, slightly vomitous stories on Letterman. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:06 | |
Well, I'm sorry if I'm popular, Mike. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
Popular? I don't give a shit. Popular?! | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige, my friend. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:14 | |
OK, I don't even know what the fuck that means, so... | 0:31:14 | 0:31:17 | |
It-it-it means...it means my reputation is riding on this, and that's worth a...a... | 0:31:17 | 0:31:21 | |
-A lot. -..a lot, exactly! Fuck you. Yes! | 0:31:21 | 0:31:24 | |
If this doesn't work out for you, | 0:31:24 | 0:31:26 | |
you fuck off back to your studio pals | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
and dive back into that cultural genocide you guys are perpetrating. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:31 | |
You know, a douchebag's born every minute! | 0:31:31 | 0:31:33 | |
That was PT Barnum's premise, when he invented the circus, | 0:31:33 | 0:31:35 | |
and nothing much has changed. And you guys know that, if you crank out any toxic piece crap, | 0:31:35 | 0:31:39 | |
people will line up and pay to see it! | 0:31:39 | 0:31:41 | |
But long after you're gone, I'm going to be on that stage, | 0:31:41 | 0:31:44 | |
earning my living, baring my soul, | 0:31:44 | 0:31:46 | |
wrestling with complex human emotions, cos that's what we do. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:49 | |
Oh, so that... Is that what tonight was about? You wrestling with complex emotion? | 0:31:49 | 0:31:53 | |
Tonight was about seeing if it's even alive, seeing if it can bleed. | 0:31:53 | 0:31:56 | |
This isn't a backlot, Riggan, this is New York City. This is how we do things. | 0:31:56 | 0:32:01 | |
Where you going? | 0:32:01 | 0:32:02 | |
They have coffee here. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
Thanks, Tommy. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:13 | |
They were laughing in our fucking faces. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:14 | |
Tonight they were laughing, tomorrow they'll be tweeting. | 0:32:14 | 0:32:17 | |
Fuck 'em! Who cares? | 0:32:17 | 0:32:18 | |
These are the people who pay half price | 0:32:18 | 0:32:20 | |
to watch us rehearse. Stop fucking caring. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:22 | |
This play's a drama. We're doing Raymond Carver. This play's about... | 0:32:22 | 0:32:25 | |
-You don't know what this play is about. -I do know what this play is about. | 0:32:25 | 0:32:28 | |
-No, you don't. That's what previews are for. -Oh, man. -That's why they call them previews. | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
That's where you figure out what the play is. I mean... | 0:32:31 | 0:32:35 | |
OK, look, look. Listen to me. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
Do you see the woman at the far end of the bar? | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
The one who looks like she licked a homeless man's ass? | 0:32:41 | 0:32:43 | |
Yeah. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:45 | |
The only thing that matters is what she writes about us in 500 words in the Times. | 0:32:45 | 0:32:49 | |
-That's, uh... -Tabitha Dickinson, yes. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:51 | |
And, believe it or not, the only opinion that matters in New York theatre is hers. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:55 | |
If she likes us, we run. If she doesn't, we're fucked. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:58 | |
She does look like she licked a homeless guy's ass. | 0:33:00 | 0:33:02 | |
Do me a favour. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:03 | |
Don't get your panties in a twist over a fucking preview, like some rookie, | 0:33:03 | 0:33:06 | |
and don't tell me how to do my job. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
This is my town and, to be honest, most people don't give a shit about you here. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:12 | |
-You're Riggan Thomson, right? -Sorry to interrupt you. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:15 | |
-Would you mind having a picture with us here? -No, no. Not at all. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:18 | |
Would you mind? | 0:33:18 | 0:33:20 | |
-What? -The button's on the bottom. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:21 | |
-Who is this guy? -He used to be Birdman. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:27 | |
Oh, great! | 0:33:30 | 0:33:32 | |
Oh, you're such a doll. Thank you. You're so sweet. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
-Handsome. -Thanks. Oh. | 0:33:34 | 0:33:36 | |
OK, sweetheart, come on. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
Are we good here? | 0:33:43 | 0:33:46 | |
I'm going to go home. | 0:33:46 | 0:33:47 | |
All right. See you tomorrow. | 0:33:48 | 0:33:50 | |
Oh... | 0:33:52 | 0:33:54 | |
..I want to know something. | 0:33:54 | 0:33:55 | |
Why Raymond Carver? | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
I was a kid in high school... | 0:34:02 | 0:34:05 | |
..doing a play in Syracuse, and he was in the audience. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:09 | |
And he, uh, sent this back afterwards. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:12 | |
A little note. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:15 | |
"Thank you for an honest performance. Ray Carver." | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
Yeah. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
Yeah? | 0:34:20 | 0:34:21 | |
That's when I knew...I was going to be an actor. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
Right there. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:25 | |
Oh. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
What's so funny? | 0:34:30 | 0:34:31 | |
Nothing. It's just, it's on a cocktail napkin. | 0:34:31 | 0:34:33 | |
Yeah? So? | 0:34:33 | 0:34:35 | |
He was fucking drunk, man. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:37 | |
You headed to Hollywood, Mike? | 0:34:40 | 0:34:42 | |
No. | 0:34:42 | 0:34:43 | |
No. Hollywood's heading here, Tabby. | 0:34:45 | 0:34:47 | |
Good luck with that. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
"A man becomes a critic | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
"when he cannot be an artist, | 0:34:52 | 0:34:53 | |
"the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier." | 0:34:53 | 0:34:58 | |
That's Flaubert, right? | 0:34:58 | 0:34:59 | |
He's a Hollywood clown in a Lycra birdsuit. | 0:34:59 | 0:35:02 | |
Yes, he is. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
But tomorrow night at eight o'clock, | 0:35:04 | 0:35:06 | |
he's going out on that stage and risking everything. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:09 | |
What'll you be doing? | 0:35:09 | 0:35:10 | |
Don't you ever worry that I'll give you a bad review? | 0:35:12 | 0:35:15 | |
I'm sure you will... | 0:35:15 | 0:35:17 | |
..if I ever give you a bad performance. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:19 | |
Miss Dickinson. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:22 | |
Mr Shiner. | 0:35:22 | 0:35:24 | |
-Hey. -Hey. | 0:36:30 | 0:36:33 | |
What are you still doing here? | 0:36:33 | 0:36:34 | |
Nothing. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:36 | |
Nothing. Um, your costumes are hanging in your dressing room. | 0:36:36 | 0:36:40 | |
Oh, great. Great. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:42 | |
Oh, I got that coconut water that you wanted. Um... | 0:36:42 | 0:36:44 | |
-If you want the face stuff, it's not open till tomorrow. -Hey! -What? | 0:36:44 | 0:36:48 | |
Uh... | 0:36:48 | 0:36:49 | |
I'm not sure that I said thank you. | 0:36:49 | 0:36:52 | |
For what? | 0:36:52 | 0:36:53 | |
For everything. I mean, you've been doing a really good job and, you know, honestly. | 0:36:53 | 0:36:57 | |
I've been so preoccupied with all the... | 0:36:57 | 0:37:01 | |
OK, well, I...just wanted to say that. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:06 | |
-What is that? -What? | 0:37:10 | 0:37:11 | |
That smell. | 0:37:12 | 0:37:14 | |
What is it? Look at me. Look at me! | 0:37:14 | 0:37:16 | |
What? What? | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
-Goddamn it! You've got to be shitting me! -Dad! -Where is it? | 0:37:18 | 0:37:21 | |
Can we not do this, please? | 0:37:22 | 0:37:24 | |
Dad? | 0:37:24 | 0:37:25 | |
Where is it? I can't believe this. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:28 | |
Wh-what is this? | 0:37:31 | 0:37:32 | |
Chunky peanut butter. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:34 | |
-This? This? What is that? -Ah. | 0:37:34 | 0:37:36 | |
That's pot. Relax. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:40 | |
-Relax? You can't do this to me! -To you? | 0:37:40 | 0:37:43 | |
Oh, shut up. You know what I'm talking about. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:44 | |
Oh, yeah, you're talking about you! What else is new? | 0:37:44 | 0:37:47 | |
-Don't do that thing where you... -That thing where I make it about me? | 0:37:47 | 0:37:49 | |
-Look! I'm trying to do something important! -This is not important! | 0:37:49 | 0:37:52 | |
It's important to me! | 0:37:52 | 0:37:53 | |
OK? Maybe not to you or your cynical friends, | 0:37:53 | 0:37:55 | |
whose only ambition is to "go viral", | 0:37:55 | 0:37:58 | |
but to me...this is... My God, this is my career! | 0:37:58 | 0:38:03 | |
It's my chance to finally do some work that means something. | 0:38:03 | 0:38:05 | |
That means something to who? | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
You had a career, Dad, before the third comic book movie. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:11 | |
Before people started to forget who was inside that bird costume. | 0:38:11 | 0:38:14 | |
You are doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago | 0:38:14 | 0:38:17 | |
for 1,000 rich old white people | 0:38:17 | 0:38:20 | |
whose only real concern is going to be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over! | 0:38:20 | 0:38:24 | |
Nobody gives a shit but you! | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
And let's face it, Dad, | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
you are not doing this for the sake of art, | 0:38:28 | 0:38:30 | |
you are doing this because you want to feel relevant again. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:33 | |
Well, guess what? There is an entire world out there where people | 0:38:33 | 0:38:35 | |
fight to be relevant every single day! | 0:38:35 | 0:38:37 | |
And you act like it doesn't exist. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:39 | |
Things are happening in a place that you ignore, | 0:38:39 | 0:38:42 | |
a place that, by the way, has already forgotten about you! | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
I mean, who the fuck are you?! | 0:38:45 | 0:38:47 | |
You hate bloggers, you mock Twitter. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
You don't even have a Facebook page! | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
You're the one who doesn't exist! | 0:38:52 | 0:38:54 | |
You're doing this because you're scared to death, | 0:38:54 | 0:38:56 | |
like the rest of us, that you don't matter. | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
And you know what? You're right! You don't! | 0:38:58 | 0:39:01 | |
It's not important, OK? You're not important. Get used to it! | 0:39:01 | 0:39:05 | |
Dad. | 0:39:23 | 0:39:24 | |
HE SPARKS LIGHTER | 0:39:54 | 0:39:55 | |
Oh! | 0:40:13 | 0:40:14 | |
In the days before Nick's depression started to eat away at him, | 0:40:27 | 0:40:30 | |
he never knew I was pregnant, | 0:40:30 | 0:40:31 | |
and I never intended on telling him. | 0:40:31 | 0:40:35 | |
I guess we make choices in life, | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
and we choose to live with them. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
Or not. | 0:40:39 | 0:40:42 | |
I didn't want that baby. | 0:40:42 | 0:40:44 | |
Not because I didn't love Nick, | 0:40:44 | 0:40:46 | |
and not because I didn't love the idea of it, | 0:40:46 | 0:40:49 | |
but just because I wasn't ready to love myself. | 0:40:49 | 0:40:52 | |
There's a distance to it all now. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
A wistful distance, underscored by a gentle breeze... | 0:40:55 | 0:40:59 | |
Actors in position. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:00 | |
..and the sound of the birds... | 0:41:00 | 0:41:01 | |
Music out. | 0:41:01 | 0:41:03 | |
..laughing at the whimsy of it all. | 0:41:03 | 0:41:05 | |
-Lesley? -What? | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
I think I'm hard. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:08 | |
No, you're not, it's just that sometimes you don't consider other people's feelings. | 0:41:08 | 0:41:12 | |
No, no, no. I'm getting hard. Feel that. | 0:41:12 | 0:41:14 | |
-SHE SHRIEKS -What?! You've got to be kidding. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:17 | |
-Let's really do it. Let's really fuck. -No! Are you crazy?! | 0:41:17 | 0:41:19 | |
I know! It'll be incredible! It'll be so real. | 0:41:19 | 0:41:21 | |
Cut it out, Mike! I'm serious, Mike. | 0:41:21 | 0:41:24 | |
Don't call me Mike. Call me Mel. Mel! | 0:41:24 | 0:41:26 | |
Get off! | 0:41:26 | 0:41:27 | |
BANGING ON DOOR Terri! Terri! | 0:41:27 | 0:41:30 | |
-Terri, I know you're in there! -Get off me! Get off me! | 0:41:31 | 0:41:34 | |
LOUD BANG | 0:41:34 | 0:41:36 | |
-Ed? -Why? | 0:41:37 | 0:41:38 | |
-What are you doing here? -I just need you to tell me why. | 0:41:38 | 0:41:40 | |
Take it easy, Ed. Take it easy. I know this is hard. | 0:41:40 | 0:41:42 | |
AUDIENCE LAUGHS Shut up! Shut... | 0:41:42 | 0:41:45 | |
-Shut up! -OK. Just don't do anything stupid... | 0:41:45 | 0:41:47 | |
Hey! | 0:41:47 | 0:41:48 | |
Eddie, please! | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
What's the matter with me? Why do I always end up having to beg people to love me? | 0:41:50 | 0:41:55 | |
Eddie, please, give me the gun. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:57 | |
Look at me. | 0:41:57 | 0:41:59 | |
I was drowning. I'm just not capable of... | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
You...you deserve to be loved, Eddie. You do. | 0:42:03 | 0:42:07 | |
I just wanted to be what you wanted. | 0:42:07 | 0:42:09 | |
Now I spend every fucking minute praying | 0:42:09 | 0:42:11 | |
to be somebody else, somebody I'm not! | 0:42:11 | 0:42:14 | |
Anybody! | 0:42:14 | 0:42:15 | |
OK. J-just put the gun down, Ed. She just doesn't love you any more. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:19 | |
You don't, do you? | 0:42:19 | 0:42:21 | |
No. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:22 | |
And you never will. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:25 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:42:25 | 0:42:27 | |
I don't exist. | 0:42:30 | 0:42:31 | |
I'm not even here. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
None of this even matters. I don't exist. I don't exist. | 0:42:36 | 0:42:40 | |
-Ed... -I don't exist. | 0:42:41 | 0:42:44 | |
Ed! Hey, hey, hey, hey, no, don't do that! | 0:42:44 | 0:42:46 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:42:46 | 0:42:47 | |
SCREAMING | 0:42:47 | 0:42:48 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
-You're such an asshole! -Are you kidding me? That's the best I've seen you ever. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:58 | |
Why would you do that?! We were on stage! | 0:42:58 | 0:43:01 | |
What the fuck?! It's like my head's a jar of Bolognese! | 0:43:01 | 0:43:04 | |
Hand me the blood rig. I'll fix it. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:05 | |
-They're fucking in a motel room. -You've got to be shitting me! You can't get it up in six months, | 0:43:05 | 0:43:09 | |
and now you want to fuck me in front of 800 strangers?! | 0:43:09 | 0:43:11 | |
Look. I need it to feel real, OK? I need that intensity. You've known that about me... | 0:43:11 | 0:43:15 | |
-Oh, fuck you! -..from the beginning. | 0:43:15 | 0:43:16 | |
I was in the moment. I thought that you were, too. | 0:43:18 | 0:43:21 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:43:21 | 0:43:22 | |
-APPLAUSE -I told you to stop, you fucking animal! | 0:43:22 | 0:43:26 | |
And you were brilliant. Brilliant. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:28 | |
What is wrong with you?! | 0:43:28 | 0:43:30 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:43:30 | 0:43:38 | |
I want your shit out of the apartment. | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
What? Hey, no, no, no, wait. OK. Look, look, look, look, look. I'm sorry. Can we just... | 0:43:50 | 0:43:54 | |
No, we can't, Mike! You know, maybe up here, you're Mr Truth, | 0:43:54 | 0:43:58 | |
but, in the real world, where it counts, you're a fucking fraud! | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
How's that feel for truth, you dick?! | 0:44:01 | 0:44:03 | |
-What's going on? -He's such an asshole. | 0:44:04 | 0:44:06 | |
-What'd he do now? -Oh, nothing, he just tried to fuck me in front of an entire audience! | 0:44:06 | 0:44:09 | |
-Oh, my God! -Right? | 0:44:09 | 0:44:11 | |
That's kind of hot! | 0:44:11 | 0:44:12 | |
SHE SHRIEKS | 0:44:17 | 0:44:18 | |
Why don't I have any self-respect?! | 0:44:18 | 0:44:21 | |
You're an actress, honey. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:22 | |
I'm pathetic! | 0:44:22 | 0:44:24 | |
Look at me. | 0:44:26 | 0:44:28 | |
You know, I...I've always dreamed of being a Broadway actress... | 0:44:32 | 0:44:36 | |
..since I was a little kid. And now I'm here, and I'm... | 0:44:36 | 0:44:40 | |
..I'm not a Broadway actress - | 0:44:40 | 0:44:42 | |
I'm still just a little kid. | 0:44:42 | 0:44:44 | |
And I keep waiting for someone to tell me I've made it. | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
Hey. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:52 | |
You made it. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:54 | |
I did? | 0:44:56 | 0:44:58 | |
Sadly, it was with Mike Shiner on a fake motel bed in front of, like, 800 people, but... | 0:44:58 | 0:45:02 | |
-Oh, shut up! -Oh. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:03 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:45:05 | 0:45:07 | |
-Oh, God. -Hey, is she OK? | 0:45:07 | 0:45:09 | |
Yeah, she's going to be fine. | 0:45:09 | 0:45:11 | |
Look, none of this is your fault, OK? | 0:45:13 | 0:45:17 | |
OK, look. You're beautiful and you're talented, | 0:45:17 | 0:45:21 | |
and I'm lucky to have you. | 0:45:21 | 0:45:24 | |
OK? | 0:45:24 | 0:45:25 | |
-OK. -OK. OK. | 0:45:25 | 0:45:28 | |
That was kind of sweet. | 0:45:37 | 0:45:39 | |
Yeah. | 0:45:39 | 0:45:41 | |
What's wrong? | 0:45:43 | 0:45:45 | |
Nothing. Two years, and he's never said anything like that to me. | 0:45:45 | 0:45:49 | |
Hey. | 0:45:51 | 0:45:52 | |
You're beautiful and you're talented, | 0:45:53 | 0:45:56 | |
and I'm lucky to have you. OK? | 0:45:56 | 0:46:00 | |
We're gross. | 0:46:00 | 0:46:01 | |
We are. | 0:46:01 | 0:46:03 | |
-What are you doing? -Nothing. | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
Do it again. | 0:46:24 | 0:46:25 | |
Can we talk about this like two mature artists? | 0:46:32 | 0:46:35 | |
I mean, what, really, is the big deal about... | 0:46:35 | 0:46:37 | |
Fuck you! | 0:46:37 | 0:46:38 | |
You're not ready yet. That's fine. | 0:46:41 | 0:46:43 | |
Hm. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:47 | |
Fuck! Actresses. | 0:46:50 | 0:46:52 | |
They drive me fucking crazy! | 0:46:52 | 0:46:54 | |
Riggan? | 0:46:55 | 0:46:57 | |
Riggan. | 0:46:57 | 0:46:58 | |
Your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel, | 0:46:58 | 0:47:02 | |
so you look like a kid with a plastic toy when you point it at me. | 0:47:02 | 0:47:06 | |
I don't feel threatened at all. | 0:47:06 | 0:47:09 | |
Get a better one. Have some self-respect. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:12 | |
Please. | 0:47:12 | 0:47:13 | |
Hey, apart from that, uh... | 0:47:15 | 0:47:18 | |
..I thought that was a pretty fun crowd, huh? | 0:47:18 | 0:47:20 | |
I don't think it's high enough. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
Me neither. | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
What are you doing up here? | 0:47:47 | 0:47:50 | |
Uh, adrenaline? | 0:47:50 | 0:47:52 | |
I just got out of rehab. It's the closest thing I get to a drug. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:57 | |
-You went to rehab? -Yeah. | 0:47:57 | 0:48:00 | |
Cool. | 0:48:00 | 0:48:02 | |
It wasn't all Dr Drew or anything, | 0:48:02 | 0:48:03 | |
-but that dude from American Pie was there. -Yeah? | 0:48:03 | 0:48:07 | |
Jump! | 0:48:07 | 0:48:08 | |
Eat me! | 0:48:08 | 0:48:10 | |
OK, then jump on my face! | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
-SHE CHUCKLES -I love this city. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:15 | |
Yeah? | 0:48:15 | 0:48:16 | |
Why do you act like a dick all the time? | 0:48:19 | 0:48:22 | |
Do you just do it to antagonise people? | 0:48:22 | 0:48:24 | |
Maybe. | 0:48:25 | 0:48:27 | |
You really don't give a shit if people like you or not? | 0:48:27 | 0:48:29 | |
Not really. | 0:48:30 | 0:48:33 | |
That's cool. | 0:48:33 | 0:48:34 | |
Is it? I...I don't know. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:37 | |
Hey. | 0:48:38 | 0:48:40 | |
-Hey! -What? | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
Let's play a game. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:43 | |
-A game? -Mmm-hmm. | 0:48:43 | 0:48:45 | |
-What are you, eight? -What are you, 78? | 0:48:45 | 0:48:48 | |
-Truth or dare? -Oh, come on. Let's...let's... | 0:48:48 | 0:48:50 | |
-Truth or dare? -Oh. | 0:48:50 | 0:48:51 | |
Truth. | 0:48:52 | 0:48:54 | |
When we first met, you made a comment about my ass. | 0:48:56 | 0:49:01 | |
Why did you do that? | 0:49:01 | 0:49:02 | |
You have a terrific ass, and I noticed that. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:08 | |
And I just commented on it. | 0:49:08 | 0:49:10 | |
-Truth or dare? -Dare. | 0:49:12 | 0:49:14 | |
-Really? -Yeah. | 0:49:14 | 0:49:16 | |
OK. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:17 | |
OK. There's a bald guy. He's going to walk right under you. | 0:49:20 | 0:49:23 | |
I want you to...spit on his head. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:24 | |
-No! -You said dare. | 0:49:24 | 0:49:26 | |
-Truth. -No, it's too late. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:29 | |
-You happy? -Yeah. | 0:49:36 | 0:49:37 | |
Ew! | 0:49:37 | 0:49:39 | |
Truth or dare? | 0:49:41 | 0:49:43 | |
-Truth. -You're boring. | 0:49:43 | 0:49:45 | |
The truth is always interesting. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:47 | |
Uh... | 0:49:49 | 0:49:50 | |
Do you want to fool around with me? | 0:49:51 | 0:49:53 | |
No. | 0:49:54 | 0:49:56 | |
Really? | 0:49:56 | 0:49:58 | |
Why not? | 0:49:58 | 0:49:59 | |
-That's a second question. -It's a second part. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:02 | |
I'd be afraid I couldn't get it up. | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
That didn't seem to be a problem for you on stage. | 0:50:11 | 0:50:14 | |
That's because nothing is a problem for me on stage. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:19 | |
-I want to ask another question. -You already asked another question. | 0:50:21 | 0:50:24 | |
-One more. -Go ahead. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:26 | |
If you weren't afraid, what would you want to do to me? | 0:50:28 | 0:50:31 | |
I'd pull your eyes out of your head... | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
That's sweet. | 0:50:40 | 0:50:41 | |
I'd put them in my own skull... | 0:50:41 | 0:50:44 | |
..and look around so I could see the street | 0:50:44 | 0:50:46 | |
the way I used to when I was your age. | 0:50:46 | 0:50:48 | |
Goodnight. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:02 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:51:45 | 0:51:46 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:51:49 | 0:51:50 | |
Don't kill the messenger. | 0:51:53 | 0:51:55 | |
He's an asshole. | 0:51:56 | 0:51:57 | |
-BIRDMAN: -I told you. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:00 | |
You fucking prick! | 0:52:00 | 0:52:02 | |
He's playing you, Riggan. | 0:52:02 | 0:52:03 | |
This is it? | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
Page 12. Page 12. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:08 | |
"Riggan Thomson, better known as the face of the Birdman films, | 0:52:10 | 0:52:13 | |
"tries not to lay an egg on Broadway." | 0:52:13 | 0:52:15 | |
-Where's the rest of it? -There is no rest of it. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:18 | |
-Don't worry, somebody'll be using that to scoop up dog shit tomorrow. -How can you be so calm about this? | 0:52:18 | 0:52:23 | |
What are my other choices? | 0:52:23 | 0:52:24 | |
-Aren't you scared at all, Laura? -About what? | 0:52:24 | 0:52:27 | |
About being humiliated out there! | 0:52:27 | 0:52:28 | |
It won't be the first time I've been humiliated. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:31 | |
Well, of course it won't. | 0:52:31 | 0:52:32 | |
You're an asshole. | 0:52:36 | 0:52:37 | |
And, by the way, I'm not pregnant, | 0:52:44 | 0:52:46 | |
so there's one thing you don't have to worry about. | 0:52:46 | 0:52:48 | |
-BIRDMAN: -Forget about her. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:54 | |
He stole your front page. | 0:52:54 | 0:52:56 | |
He's stealing your show. He thinks you're a joke. | 0:52:56 | 0:52:59 | |
Now 2 million people agree with him. | 0:53:00 | 0:53:03 | |
Maybe you are, Riggan. Maybe that's what you are - a joke. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:07 | |
Whoa! What the hell is going on? | 0:53:26 | 0:53:29 | |
-Get up! -Hey! Ow! That hurts! | 0:53:29 | 0:53:30 | |
-Get up! -Back away! | 0:53:30 | 0:53:32 | |
-So, Carver's the reason you became an actor, huh? -What? | 0:53:32 | 0:53:34 | |
Listen to me. This is my fucking show. | 0:53:34 | 0:53:36 | |
I did the work. I raised the money. I arrange the fucking press! | 0:53:36 | 0:53:39 | |
Oh, Jesus! THEY called ME for an interview. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:43 | |
-I told them the first thing that came into my head. -Really? | 0:53:43 | 0:53:46 | |
The cover of the Arts section, for Christ's sake! | 0:53:46 | 0:53:48 | |
You told them the first thing that came into your... Fuck the Arts section! | 0:53:48 | 0:53:51 | |
You told them the first thing that came into your head? Right. Because that's you, Mike, right? | 0:53:51 | 0:53:55 | |
You're Mr Natural. Mr Fuck-the-scene. | 0:53:55 | 0:53:57 | |
-Just-stare-at-my-massive-hard-on. Right? That's the truth of the moment. -You think it looked massive? | 0:53:57 | 0:54:01 | |
Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up! You don't get hard on my stage unless I tell you to! | 0:54:01 | 0:54:04 | |
-Your stage? -Yeah. -Oh, let me tell you something. | 0:54:04 | 0:54:06 | |
This stage has belonged to a lot of great actors, but you are not one of them, pal. | 0:54:06 | 0:54:10 | |
Really? So you wrote your own lines, huh? | 0:54:10 | 0:54:12 | |
Ow! I did, actually. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:13 | |
You wrote a few changes and you mumbled a little bit, you self-absorbed prick! | 0:54:13 | 0:54:16 | |
-Hey! I'm self-absorbed? Look at you. -You nobody, spiteful piece of shit! -Nobody? | 0:54:16 | 0:54:19 | |
-Yeah. -My massive hard-on got 50,000 views on YouTube. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:22 | |
A cat playing with a dildo gets more than that! Get the fuck out of here! | 0:54:22 | 0:54:25 | |
-I don't care. -Yes, you do! You care. | 0:54:25 | 0:54:27 | |
-I'm a theatre actor. -I don't give a shit. You care. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:29 | |
Everybody says, "Oh, Mike is so honest. | 0:54:29 | 0:54:31 | |
-"Mike is so motherfucking truthful!" -Ow! Hey, hey! | 0:54:31 | 0:54:34 | |
-Shit! -You said in the interview your father was a drunk like Carver. Is that true, Mike? Is that true? | 0:54:34 | 0:54:38 | |
-No. No. -Cos my father was. | 0:54:38 | 0:54:40 | |
-My father was a mean fucking drunk. You understand? -OK. | 0:54:40 | 0:54:44 | |
He beat the shit out of us. | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
That was OK, though, because at least when he was beating us, | 0:54:46 | 0:54:48 | |
he wasn't thinking about taking us out to his tool shed. | 0:54:48 | 0:54:52 | |
Because when we got to the tool shed... | 0:54:52 | 0:54:54 | |
..that son of a bitch would smile and say, | 0:54:54 | 0:54:56 | |
"You want to get down on your knees and unbuckle my belt, | 0:54:56 | 0:54:58 | |
"or do you want me to take it off and use it on you?" | 0:54:58 | 0:55:01 | |
After a while, I made myself numb, so, you know. But my... | 0:55:01 | 0:55:04 | |
..my little sister... | 0:55:04 | 0:55:05 | |
OK. OK. OK. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:11 | |
Oh, God. | 0:55:11 | 0:55:12 | |
Uh, I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:16 | |
-That's...that's fucking horrible, man. I'm sorry. -Yeah. | 0:55:16 | 0:55:20 | |
-It's also not true. See, I can pretend, too. -Oh! | 0:55:21 | 0:55:24 | |
Don't fuck with me, Mike. I'm telling you. | 0:55:24 | 0:55:26 | |
-You're a little bit crazy. You should start using that on stage. -Yeah, you have no fucking idea. | 0:55:26 | 0:55:30 | |
-"Working with Riggan Thomson's like waltzing with a monkey." Huh? -I might have said that. | 0:55:30 | 0:55:34 | |
Yeah, you might? Come on, let's go. | 0:55:34 | 0:55:36 | |
-Come on. -Yeah? -Yeah. | 0:55:36 | 0:55:38 | |
Why don't you get your wings and your fucking birdsuit, man? | 0:55:38 | 0:55:41 | |
Ow! | 0:55:41 | 0:55:42 | |
THEY GROAN | 0:55:46 | 0:55:48 | |
I'm going to crab up on your ass and choke you out. I'm going to fucking choke you out! | 0:55:51 | 0:55:54 | |
-Get off of me! -What are you looking at? | 0:55:54 | 0:55:56 | |
What are you going to do, you going to replace me?! | 0:55:56 | 0:55:58 | |
You going to get fucking Ryan Gosling or some shit?! | 0:55:58 | 0:56:01 | |
What do you think my friend Tabitha's going to do to you in the Times, you fucking dilettante? | 0:56:01 | 0:56:05 | |
-BIRDMAN: -You are lame, Riggan, | 0:56:23 | 0:56:26 | |
rolling around with that poncy theatre fuck | 0:56:26 | 0:56:30 | |
in an 800-seat shithole like this. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:33 | |
Oh, you really fucked up this time. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:42 | |
You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation. | 0:56:42 | 0:56:46 | |
Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career. | 0:56:46 | 0:56:50 | |
It's pathetic. | 0:56:51 | 0:56:53 | |
Breathing in, I am calm. | 0:56:53 | 0:56:54 | |
Let's get the hell out of here while we can. | 0:56:54 | 0:56:57 | |
I ignore this mental formation. | 0:56:57 | 0:56:59 | |
This is a mental formation. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:01 | |
Stop that shit! | 0:57:01 | 0:57:03 | |
I'm not a mental formation. I'm you, asshole! | 0:57:03 | 0:57:06 | |
Leave me alone. | 0:57:07 | 0:57:08 | |
You were a movie star, remember? | 0:57:08 | 0:57:10 | |
-Pretentious, but happy. -I wasn't happy. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:13 | |
Ignorant, but charming. Now you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker. | 0:57:13 | 0:57:17 | |
I was fucking miserable. I was fucking miserable. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:20 | |
Yeah, but fake miserable. Hollywood miserable. | 0:57:20 | 0:57:24 | |
What are you trying to prove? | 0:57:24 | 0:57:25 | |
That you're an artist? Well, you're not. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:27 | |
Fuck you! | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
No, fuck you, you coward. | 0:57:29 | 0:57:31 | |
We grossed billions! What, are you ashamed of that? Billions! | 0:57:31 | 0:57:35 | |
And billions of flies eat shit every day! | 0:57:35 | 0:57:37 | |
So what? Does that make it good? | 0:57:37 | 0:57:39 | |
I don't know if you noticed, but that was 1992! | 0:57:41 | 0:57:44 | |
You could jump right back into that suit, if you wanted to. We're not dead. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:47 | |
Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look! | 0:57:47 | 0:57:51 | |
I look like a turkey with leukaemia! | 0:57:51 | 0:57:54 | |
I'm fucking disappearing. | 0:57:54 | 0:57:56 | |
This is what's left! | 0:57:57 | 0:57:58 | |
I'm the answer to a fucking Trivial Pursuit question! | 0:57:58 | 0:58:01 | |
You're an impostor here. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:02 | |
Eventually, they're going to figure you out. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:05 | |
What part of this don't you get? You're dead. | 0:58:05 | 0:58:07 | |
We are not dead. | 0:58:07 | 0:58:09 | |
Oh, please, just stay dead. | 0:58:09 | 0:58:11 | |
We are not dead. | 0:58:11 | 0:58:12 | |
Stop saying "we"! There is no "we"! | 0:58:12 | 0:58:15 | |
I'm not fucking you! I'm Riggan fucking Thomson! | 0:58:15 | 0:58:19 | |
No, you're Birdman. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:22 | |
Because, without me, all that's left is you... | 0:58:22 | 0:58:26 | |
..a sad, selfish, mediocre actor... | 0:58:26 | 0:58:29 | |
..grasping at the last vestiges of his career. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:33 | |
GLASS SMASHES | 0:58:35 | 0:58:37 | |
What the hell did you do that for? I liked that poster. | 0:58:39 | 0:58:42 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:58:42 | 0:58:43 | |
It's always "we", brother. | 0:58:43 | 0:58:45 | |
Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! | 0:58:45 | 0:58:48 | |
Leave me alone! | 0:58:48 | 0:58:49 | |
You're fucking, so fucking annoying! Shut up! | 0:58:58 | 0:59:01 | |
Hey. What's up? | 0:59:08 | 0:59:10 | |
Um, well... | 0:59:10 | 0:59:12 | |
-..one hour till curtain. -Yeah, cool. -Why don't you rest a little bit? | 0:59:12 | 0:59:15 | |
Yeah, I'm going to lay down. | 0:59:15 | 0:59:17 | |
-Almost there, buddy. Last preview. -OK. Cool. | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
-How you doing? -Good. Great. | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
Good. The money came through. I just need to transfer it into the account. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:25 | |
There you go, thank you. Good, that's terrific. | 0:59:25 | 0:59:27 | |
So...yeah, I'll go, uh, do that. | 0:59:27 | 0:59:29 | |
Thanks for stopping by. | 0:59:29 | 0:59:31 | |
-Yeah. -OK. | 0:59:31 | 0:59:32 | |
You know I'm proud of you, don't you? | 0:59:35 | 0:59:37 | |
This took balls. | 0:59:38 | 0:59:40 | |
-And you did it, OK? -I know. | 0:59:40 | 0:59:43 | |
Hey, I think we ought to cancel the preview. | 0:59:43 | 0:59:46 | |
-What? -I'm tired, dude. I can't do this any more, Jake. | 0:59:46 | 0:59:50 | |
I can't. | 0:59:51 | 0:59:52 | |
-HE LAUGHS -That's a joke, right? | 0:59:54 | 0:59:56 | |
You know, I don't think this is for me. The whole... | 0:59:57 | 1:00:01 | |
They're laughing at me. | 1:00:02 | 1:00:03 | |
There is a three-block line of people waiting for you! | 1:00:03 | 1:00:08 | |
It's a...it's a full house. W-w-we're sold out! | 1:00:10 | 1:00:13 | |
-Really? -Yes! | 1:00:13 | 1:00:15 | |
And the French Ambassador's coming. | 1:00:15 | 1:00:17 | |
And the Prince of Saudi Arabia's bringing one of his wives. | 1:00:17 | 1:00:20 | |
And I didn't want to tell you this, but Martin Scorsese... | 1:00:20 | 1:00:25 | |
..is casting his new film and, you know... Don't tell anybody. | 1:00:25 | 1:00:28 | |
-No, no, no, I won't. -OK? | 1:00:28 | 1:00:31 | |
OK? | 1:00:31 | 1:00:32 | |
OK. Yeah, yeah, I'm ready. I can be ready. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:35 | |
-Good. -Thank you. | 1:00:35 | 1:00:37 | |
How is he? | 1:00:41 | 1:00:43 | |
He'll be fine. | 1:00:43 | 1:00:44 | |
Poor creature. | 1:00:44 | 1:00:46 | |
Is it true? Scorsese? | 1:00:46 | 1:00:48 | |
Yeah. And the new Pope, too. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:50 | |
You're an asshole, Jake! | 1:00:52 | 1:00:54 | |
I'm the one keeping this afloat! | 1:00:54 | 1:00:57 | |
Hey. | 1:01:10 | 1:01:12 | |
Are you OK? | 1:01:15 | 1:01:16 | |
Yeah. Yeah. | 1:01:16 | 1:01:18 | |
No, I-I...think I cut my hand shaving. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:21 | |
Well, I-I-I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. | 1:01:21 | 1:01:24 | |
What for? | 1:01:24 | 1:01:25 | |
Well.. | 1:01:25 | 1:01:26 | |
..I knew what Mike was capable of, and I brought him in, anyway. | 1:01:26 | 1:01:30 | |
No, no, no, no, no. You did good. You did good. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:32 | |
Are you kidding? You did great. | 1:01:32 | 1:01:34 | |
Tomorrow's my first opening night on Broadway. | 1:01:36 | 1:01:40 | |
Mine too. | 1:01:40 | 1:01:42 | |
And I just want to let you know that, no matter what happens, that... | 1:01:42 | 1:01:45 | |
..I'm really grateful to you. | 1:01:47 | 1:01:48 | |
Oh, no, no. Me too. | 1:01:48 | 1:01:50 | |
Hey, this is exciting. | 1:01:51 | 1:01:53 | |
We have a full house. Jake just told me. | 1:01:54 | 1:01:57 | |
Yeah, it's great. | 1:01:58 | 1:02:00 | |
Oh, God! | 1:02:07 | 1:02:09 | |
For fuck's sake, just jump already. | 1:02:34 | 1:02:36 | |
How'd you know I'd be up here? | 1:02:37 | 1:02:40 | |
Well, I didn't know, but I... kind of hoped, maybe. | 1:02:40 | 1:02:44 | |
Where's Lesley? | 1:02:45 | 1:02:46 | |
Lesley? Uh, Lesley's moving on. | 1:02:47 | 1:02:50 | |
Smart girl. | 1:02:52 | 1:02:53 | |
Oh, thank you. I appreciate that support. | 1:02:53 | 1:02:56 | |
You ready for your last preview? | 1:02:58 | 1:03:01 | |
Sure, yeah. | 1:03:01 | 1:03:02 | |
Who did that to you? | 1:03:02 | 1:03:04 | |
Could have been anybody, I guess. | 1:03:06 | 1:03:08 | |
Yes. | 1:03:08 | 1:03:10 | |
I'm sort of hoping it was Lesley. | 1:03:10 | 1:03:13 | |
Well, it wasn't Lesley. | 1:03:13 | 1:03:15 | |
Oh, my God. | 1:03:18 | 1:03:19 | |
-Are you fucking kidding me? -No. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:22 | |
-Jesus Christ! -No, no. I-I... | 1:03:23 | 1:03:26 | |
..I think maybe I deserved it. | 1:03:26 | 1:03:28 | |
Fuck. | 1:03:30 | 1:03:32 | |
Hey. | 1:03:32 | 1:03:33 | |
Fuck. | 1:03:33 | 1:03:34 | |
Tell me something. What is... | 1:03:35 | 1:03:38 | |
What is the worst thing that he did to you? | 1:03:38 | 1:03:41 | |
Seriously. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:42 | |
He was never around. | 1:03:42 | 1:03:44 | |
Yeah? I mean, so what? That was it? | 1:03:44 | 1:03:48 | |
No. It was...how he tried to make up for it | 1:03:48 | 1:03:52 | |
by constantly trying to convince me that I was special. | 1:03:52 | 1:03:56 | |
OK. Look. | 1:04:04 | 1:04:06 | |
Look at me. | 1:04:06 | 1:04:08 | |
He was right, though. | 1:04:09 | 1:04:11 | |
About what? | 1:04:11 | 1:04:12 | |
About your being special. | 1:04:12 | 1:04:14 | |
You know, you...you've been hanging around here, | 1:04:15 | 1:04:18 | |
trying to make yourself invisible | 1:04:18 | 1:04:20 | |
behind this fragile little fuck-up routine of yours, | 1:04:20 | 1:04:22 | |
but you can't. | 1:04:22 | 1:04:24 | |
You're anything but invisible. You're big. | 1:04:24 | 1:04:27 | |
You're kind of a great mess. | 1:04:28 | 1:04:30 | |
It's like a candle burning on both ends, but it's beautiful. | 1:04:30 | 1:04:33 | |
No amount of booze or weed or attitude is going to hide that. | 1:04:34 | 1:04:38 | |
I'm glad you're an actor and not a writer cos that was, like... | 1:04:43 | 1:04:48 | |
..Oprah... | 1:04:49 | 1:04:50 | |
..Hallmark... | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
..R Kelly bad. | 1:04:54 | 1:04:55 | |
Yeah, well, I wasn't... | 1:04:55 | 1:04:57 | |
Mm. | 1:04:58 | 1:04:59 | |
HE CLEARS THROAT | 1:05:04 | 1:05:05 | |
Truth or dare? | 1:05:19 | 1:05:21 | |
-Truth. -No. | 1:05:21 | 1:05:22 | |
-Truth. -No. | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
Truth or dare? | 1:05:32 | 1:05:34 | |
Do you have any idea where you're going? | 1:05:54 | 1:05:56 | |
Absolutely not. | 1:05:56 | 1:05:58 | |
How do you do it? | 1:06:07 | 1:06:09 | |
Do what? | 1:06:10 | 1:06:11 | |
How do you go out there, every single night, | 1:06:11 | 1:06:13 | |
and pretend to be somebody else in front of all those people? | 1:06:13 | 1:06:16 | |
I don't pretend out there. I told you. | 1:06:16 | 1:06:19 | |
I pretend just about every place else, but not out there. | 1:06:19 | 1:06:23 | |
That's a shame. | 1:06:23 | 1:06:25 | |
What are we doing here? | 1:06:26 | 1:06:29 | |
What do you mean? | 1:06:29 | 1:06:30 | |
I mean, what are we doing here? | 1:06:31 | 1:06:33 | |
Fucking teenagers! | 1:06:39 | 1:06:41 | |
By the time we got to the hospital, the kid was dead. | 1:06:42 | 1:06:46 | |
So we took the old couple up to the OR. | 1:06:46 | 1:06:51 | |
And we...worked like hell on them... | 1:06:51 | 1:06:54 | |
..through most of the night. | 1:06:54 | 1:06:56 | |
The husband, the old man, was depressed for the longest time. | 1:06:57 | 1:07:02 | |
Even after I told him the wife was going to pull through, he was still depressed. | 1:07:02 | 1:07:06 | |
So, I went up to the mouth hole and I asked him. | 1:07:06 | 1:07:10 | |
And he told me it was because he couldn't see her, | 1:07:12 | 1:07:16 | |
the wife, through the eyeholes. | 1:07:16 | 1:07:19 | |
Can you imagine? | 1:07:19 | 1:07:20 | |
I'm telling you, this guy's heart was breaking | 1:07:20 | 1:07:23 | |
because he couldn't turn his goddamn head just to see his goddamn wife. | 1:07:23 | 1:07:28 | |
So... | 1:07:28 | 1:07:30 | |
..I guess the question we should ask ourselves is... | 1:07:30 | 1:07:34 | |
..what do we talk about when we talk about love? | 1:07:34 | 1:07:38 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 1:07:40 | 1:07:47 | |
Mel and I had been together five years, | 1:07:50 | 1:07:52 | |
and I don't know how many times I'd heard the words "I love you", | 1:07:52 | 1:07:56 | |
but it wasn't till that night... | 1:07:56 | 1:07:57 | |
-Blood rig should be good now. -OK. | 1:07:57 | 1:07:58 | |
Be ready to go in two minutes. | 1:07:58 | 1:08:01 | |
That was amazing! | 1:08:01 | 1:08:03 | |
-Yeah, good, right? -Yeah! | 1:08:03 | 1:08:04 | |
It's actually going well. | 1:08:07 | 1:08:09 | |
Yeah. | 1:08:09 | 1:08:10 | |
I, uh... | 1:08:12 | 1:08:13 | |
..think we need to talk. | 1:08:13 | 1:08:15 | |
No, no. | 1:08:15 | 1:08:16 | |
Yeah, I guess you're right, | 1:08:16 | 1:08:18 | |
but we will eventually because that's the only way | 1:08:18 | 1:08:21 | |
I'm going to get a chance to say I'm sorry. | 1:08:21 | 1:08:23 | |
I really am sorry. | 1:08:23 | 1:08:24 | |
We could've made great parents. | 1:08:26 | 1:08:28 | |
-Horrible. We'd have been... -Awful. We would've raised, like... | 1:08:28 | 1:08:30 | |
-A serial killer. -Justin Bieber. | 1:08:30 | 1:08:33 | |
I really wanted to be a mum. | 1:08:35 | 1:08:38 | |
But my body doesn't seem to agree. | 1:08:38 | 1:08:40 | |
When I imagined myself on Broadway, | 1:08:46 | 1:08:48 | |
I never saw the dancing reindeer. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:50 | |
Nice touch. | 1:08:50 | 1:08:51 | |
In the days before Nick's depression started to eat away at him, | 1:08:57 | 1:09:00 | |
he had no idea I was pregnant | 1:09:00 | 1:09:03 | |
and I never intended on telling him. | 1:09:03 | 1:09:06 | |
I guess you make choices in life, | 1:09:06 | 1:09:07 | |
and you choose to live with them. | 1:09:07 | 1:09:10 | |
Or not. | 1:09:10 | 1:09:11 | |
I didn't want that baby. | 1:09:11 | 1:09:14 | |
Not because I didn't love Nick, and not because | 1:09:14 | 1:09:16 | |
I didn't love the idea of it, but because... | 1:09:16 | 1:09:18 | |
..I just wasn't ready to love myself. | 1:09:20 | 1:09:22 | |
There's a distance to it now. | 1:09:24 | 1:09:26 | |
Hey, Jimmy, you got a smoke? | 1:09:27 | 1:09:30 | |
INAUDIBLE | 1:09:57 | 1:10:01 | |
Jimmy! | 1:10:15 | 1:10:16 | |
Hey! | 1:10:18 | 1:10:19 | |
Hey! | 1:10:24 | 1:10:25 | |
Jimmy! Jimmy! | 1:10:25 | 1:10:27 | |
Jimmy! | 1:10:27 | 1:10:28 | |
Hey! | 1:10:31 | 1:10:32 | |
Argh! | 1:10:33 | 1:10:34 | |
Shit! | 1:10:34 | 1:10:35 | |
Fuck! | 1:10:36 | 1:10:37 | |
Fuck. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:45 | |
Hey, aren't you Riggan Thomson? | 1:10:53 | 1:10:55 | |
Holy shit, let me get an autograph. | 1:10:55 | 1:10:57 | |
Don't be a dick. Let me get an autograph. | 1:10:57 | 1:11:00 | |
Dude, you fucking rock! | 1:11:00 | 1:11:01 | |
Birdman! | 1:11:01 | 1:11:03 | |
Oh, shit! | 1:11:03 | 1:11:04 | |
Oh, my God! Do you see that? | 1:11:10 | 1:11:13 | |
Oh, can we take one picture? | 1:11:14 | 1:11:17 | |
Just one picture! Kids, get next to him! | 1:11:17 | 1:11:19 | |
-Hey, Birdman! -You suck! | 1:11:19 | 1:11:21 | |
You suck! | 1:11:21 | 1:11:22 | |
Riggan, we're going to miss him. | 1:11:33 | 1:11:35 | |
It's the Bird-fucking-man! Hey, come look at this guy! | 1:11:35 | 1:11:38 | |
Birdman! Hey, Birdman, whoo! Look at that! | 1:11:38 | 1:11:42 | |
Where you going, man? | 1:11:48 | 1:11:51 | |
You look so old in person. | 1:11:51 | 1:11:53 | |
Fuck you! | 1:11:53 | 1:11:54 | |
Sir! Sir! Where are you going? | 1:11:58 | 1:12:00 | |
Sir! Where are you... Sir! | 1:12:00 | 1:12:03 | |
What are you doing? | 1:12:03 | 1:12:05 | |
I'm waiting for Jake. This is my attorney, Mr Roth. | 1:12:05 | 1:12:08 | |
We're pursuing financial remunerations for the injuries... | 1:12:08 | 1:12:10 | |
-I got a play to do! -Excuse me? | 1:12:10 | 1:12:12 | |
Excuse me, sir, you can't go in there! You can't... | 1:12:12 | 1:12:14 | |
Actors Equity is a very strong union, sir! | 1:12:14 | 1:12:17 | |
THUNDER CLAPS | 1:12:20 | 1:12:23 | |
Knock, knock, knock! Terri! Terri! | 1:12:27 | 1:12:31 | |
Ed? | 1:12:31 | 1:12:32 | |
What are...what are you doing here? | 1:12:33 | 1:12:35 | |
Why?! I just need you to tell me why! | 1:12:35 | 1:12:38 | |
Take it easy, Ed. I know this is hard. | 1:12:38 | 1:12:40 | |
Shut up! Fuck you! Shut up! AUDIENCE LAUGHS | 1:12:40 | 1:12:42 | |
Shut up! | 1:12:42 | 1:12:43 | |
Eddie, please! | 1:12:43 | 1:12:44 | |
What's wrong with me? | 1:12:47 | 1:12:49 | |
Why do I always...beg people to love me? | 1:12:51 | 1:12:54 | |
Eddie, please, just...please, just give me the gun. | 1:12:54 | 1:12:58 | |
AUDIENCE MURMUR | 1:12:58 | 1:12:59 | |
I just wanted to be what you wanted. | 1:13:00 | 1:13:02 | |
Now I spend every fucking day... | 1:13:02 | 1:13:06 | |
..trying to be somebody else, somebody I'm not! | 1:13:06 | 1:13:08 | |
Put the gun down. She just doesn't love you! | 1:13:08 | 1:13:10 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 1:13:10 | 1:13:11 | |
AUDIENCE GASP | 1:13:11 | 1:13:12 | |
Eddie. Look at me. I was drowning. | 1:13:12 | 1:13:15 | |
I-I'm just not capable of that kind of... | 1:13:15 | 1:13:17 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:13:17 | 1:13:19 | |
You deserve to be loved, Eddie. You do. | 1:13:19 | 1:13:22 | |
-I just wanted to be what you wanted. -Hello? | 1:13:22 | 1:13:24 | |
Mr Roth? OK, don't leave, please don't... | 1:13:24 | 1:13:27 | |
Is that a threat? What wheelchair? | 1:13:27 | 1:13:29 | |
OK, Mr Roth, please, just hear me out. Will you hear me out? | 1:13:29 | 1:13:32 | |
Don't hang up. Don't hang up. OK, listen. | 1:13:32 | 1:13:34 | |
Give me ten minutes to grab my things, | 1:13:34 | 1:13:36 | |
give me ten minutes, and we can meet to discu... Please, don't hang up. | 1:13:36 | 1:13:39 | |
Goddamn it! The motherfucker hung up! | 1:13:39 | 1:13:42 | |
LOUD BANG IN DISTANCE | 1:13:52 | 1:13:54 | |
SCREAMING IN DISTANCE | 1:13:54 | 1:13:56 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE | 1:13:56 | 1:14:04 | |
Dad. | 1:14:29 | 1:14:30 | |
Dad! | 1:14:32 | 1:14:33 | |
-Hey! -Are you...OK? | 1:14:33 | 1:14:35 | |
Why? | 1:14:35 | 1:14:37 | |
You...s-seem sort of... | 1:14:37 | 1:14:39 | |
No, I'm good, I'm good. | 1:14:39 | 1:14:42 | |
This is good. You want some? | 1:14:42 | 1:14:44 | |
No. | 1:14:44 | 1:14:45 | |
OK. | 1:14:46 | 1:14:47 | |
Do you really think you'll be ready for opening tomorrow? | 1:14:47 | 1:14:50 | |
Yeah. Yep. | 1:14:50 | 1:14:51 | |
Yeah, well, I mean... | 1:14:53 | 1:14:56 | |
..previews were pretty much a train wreck. | 1:14:56 | 1:14:58 | |
We can't seem to get through a performance without... | 1:14:58 | 1:15:01 | |
..a raging fire or a raging hard-on. I'm broke. | 1:15:01 | 1:15:05 | |
I'm not sleeping, like, you know... at all. | 1:15:05 | 1:15:08 | |
And, uh, this play is kind of starting to feel like a... | 1:15:08 | 1:15:13 | |
..miniature, deformed version of myself that just keeps... | 1:15:13 | 1:15:17 | |
..following me around and, like, | 1:15:17 | 1:15:20 | |
hitting me in the balls with a, like...a tiny little hammer. | 1:15:20 | 1:15:24 | |
I'm sorry, what was the question? | 1:15:26 | 1:15:27 | |
Never mind. | 1:15:27 | 1:15:30 | |
-Tonight wasn't bad. -I know. | 1:15:30 | 1:15:32 | |
-It was weird, but it was kind of cool. -Yeah, really, you think? | 1:15:32 | 1:15:35 | |
-Yeah, I think people liked it. -Yeah, well... | 1:15:35 | 1:15:38 | |
What are you doing, by the way? Homework? | 1:15:38 | 1:15:40 | |
No, I don't.. | 1:15:40 | 1:15:42 | |
No, um... When I was in rehab, they made us do this. | 1:15:42 | 1:15:45 | |
Really? What is it? | 1:15:45 | 1:15:46 | |
It's, um... These dashes represent the 6 billion years | 1:15:46 | 1:15:50 | |
that the Earth has been around. | 1:15:50 | 1:15:51 | |
And so, each dash represents 1,000 years. | 1:15:51 | 1:15:54 | |
And, um, this...is how long humans have been here. | 1:15:54 | 1:15:59 | |
150,000 years. | 1:15:59 | 1:16:01 | |
I think they're trying to remind us that | 1:16:02 | 1:16:04 | |
that's all our ego and self-obsession are worth. | 1:16:04 | 1:16:07 | |
I was a shitty father, wasn't I? | 1:16:11 | 1:16:13 | |
No, you were... | 1:16:15 | 1:16:16 | |
You were fine. | 1:16:18 | 1:16:20 | |
Yeah. | 1:16:20 | 1:16:21 | |
That's right, I was... I was just fine. | 1:16:21 | 1:16:23 | |
Um... | 1:16:25 | 1:16:26 | |
I can't... | 1:16:27 | 1:16:28 | |
-Dad? -What? | 1:16:28 | 1:16:30 | |
Oh, shoot. Ow! I'm sorry. | 1:16:30 | 1:16:32 | |
You just wiped out the entire human race. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:36 | |
There it goes. I'm sorry. | 1:16:36 | 1:16:38 | |
Hey, um... | 1:16:40 | 1:16:42 | |
You're becoming a trending topic. | 1:16:42 | 1:16:44 | |
-Really? -Yeah. | 1:16:44 | 1:16:46 | |
I should probably tell you about this before anybody else does. | 1:16:47 | 1:16:50 | |
350,000 views in less than an hour. | 1:16:54 | 1:16:57 | |
Fuck! | 1:16:59 | 1:17:00 | |
Believe it or not, this is power. | 1:17:02 | 1:17:05 | |
Hey, look at that! Hey, look, it's Riggan Thomson! | 1:17:08 | 1:17:12 | |
Whoa! Look at that. | 1:17:12 | 1:17:14 | |
1 million, 300,000 hits in the last two hours. | 1:17:14 | 1:17:16 | |
What you're seeing is Birdman actor Riggan Thomson running through the streets... | 1:17:16 | 1:17:19 | |
-Hey, give me another one. -You got it. | 1:17:19 | 1:17:22 | |
-Oh, come on. That takes a lot of balls. -Or not. -Ouch! | 1:17:22 | 1:17:26 | |
What do you need to do to get a job in this town these days? | 1:17:26 | 1:17:28 | |
I know, like, why do actors have to resort to this? Come on... | 1:17:28 | 1:17:31 | |
That's going over to Ms Dickinson. | 1:17:31 | 1:17:34 | |
Yeah. Yeah. Give me a minute. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:36 | |
Hey, um, that's on me. She's a friend of mine. | 1:17:40 | 1:17:43 | |
OK. | 1:17:43 | 1:17:45 | |
Thank you. | 1:17:45 | 1:17:47 | |
That was... | 1:17:57 | 1:17:59 | |
..20 years before I put on that goddamn outfit. | 1:17:59 | 1:18:02 | |
I don't care. | 1:18:02 | 1:18:04 | |
OK. I was...just... | 1:18:06 | 1:18:08 | |
You...you know, before you come tomorrow night... | 1:18:09 | 1:18:11 | |
-It doesn't matter. -OK. | 1:18:11 | 1:18:13 | |
I'm going to destroy your play. | 1:18:16 | 1:18:18 | |
But you didn't even see it. | 1:18:20 | 1:18:22 | |
-Um, you know, did I do something to offend you? -As a matter of fact, you did. | 1:18:22 | 1:18:25 | |
You took up space in a theatre which, otherwise, | 1:18:25 | 1:18:27 | |
might have been used on something worthwhile. | 1:18:27 | 1:18:30 | |
OK. Well... I mean, you don't even know if it's any good or not. I didn't... | 1:18:30 | 1:18:35 | |
That's true. I haven't read a word of it, or even seen a preview, | 1:18:35 | 1:18:39 | |
but, after the opening tomorrow, | 1:18:39 | 1:18:40 | |
I'm going to turn in the worst review anybody has ever read. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:45 | |
And I'm going to close your play. | 1:18:45 | 1:18:47 | |
Would you like to know why? | 1:18:47 | 1:18:49 | |
Because I hate you and everyone you represent. | 1:18:49 | 1:18:54 | |
Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. | 1:18:54 | 1:18:58 | |
Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared... | 1:18:58 | 1:19:02 | |
..to even attempt real art. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. | 1:19:04 | 1:19:08 | |
Measuring your worth in weekends? | 1:19:08 | 1:19:11 | |
Well, this is the theatre. | 1:19:11 | 1:19:13 | |
And you don't get to come in here and pretend | 1:19:13 | 1:19:15 | |
you can write, direct and act | 1:19:15 | 1:19:17 | |
in your own propaganda piece | 1:19:17 | 1:19:18 | |
without coming through me first. | 1:19:18 | 1:19:21 | |
-Ah. -So break a leg. | 1:19:21 | 1:19:23 | |
Wow. You know, what has to happen in a person's life | 1:19:25 | 1:19:28 | |
for them to become a critic, anyway? | 1:19:28 | 1:19:31 | |
What are you writing, another review? | 1:19:31 | 1:19:33 | |
Huh? Is it any good? | 1:19:33 | 1:19:35 | |
Is it? Is it bad? Did you even see this? Let me read it. | 1:19:35 | 1:19:38 | |
-I will call the police. -No, you won't call the police. Let's read your fucking review. | 1:19:38 | 1:19:42 | |
"Callow." Callow is a label. | 1:19:42 | 1:19:45 | |
"Lacklustre." That's just a label. | 1:19:45 | 1:19:48 | |
Margin... "Marginalia"? Are you kidding me? | 1:19:48 | 1:19:50 | |
It sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. | 1:19:50 | 1:19:53 | |
That's a label, too. These are just all labels. You just label everything. | 1:19:53 | 1:19:56 | |
That's so fucking lazy. You're just...you're a lazy fucker. | 1:19:56 | 1:20:01 | |
You're a lazy... | 1:20:01 | 1:20:02 | |
Do you know what this is? Do you even know what that is? | 1:20:02 | 1:20:06 | |
You don't. You know why? | 1:20:06 | 1:20:07 | |
Because you can't see this thing | 1:20:07 | 1:20:10 | |
if you don't know how to label it. | 1:20:10 | 1:20:11 | |
You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge. | 1:20:11 | 1:20:15 | |
-Are you finished? -No, I'm not finished. | 1:20:15 | 1:20:17 | |
There's nothing in here about technique. There's nothing in here about structure, | 1:20:17 | 1:20:20 | |
nothing in here about intention. It's just a bunch of crappy opinions | 1:20:20 | 1:20:23 | |
backed up by even crappier comparisons. | 1:20:23 | 1:20:27 | |
You write a couple of paragraphs, and you know what? | 1:20:27 | 1:20:30 | |
None of this costs you fucking anything. | 1:20:30 | 1:20:33 | |
GLASS SMASHES | 1:20:33 | 1:20:34 | |
You risk nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing! | 1:20:34 | 1:20:36 | |
Well, I'm a fucking actor! | 1:20:36 | 1:20:38 | |
This play cost me everything. | 1:20:42 | 1:20:44 | |
So I'll tell you what. You take this fucking... | 1:20:46 | 1:20:49 | |
malicious, cowardly... | 1:20:49 | 1:20:51 | |
..shittily-written review and you shove that right the fuck up... | 1:20:51 | 1:20:56 | |
..your wrinkly...tight ass. | 1:20:56 | 1:21:00 | |
You're no actor, you're a celebrity. | 1:21:04 | 1:21:07 | |
Let's be clear on that. | 1:21:07 | 1:21:08 | |
I'm going to kill your play. | 1:21:14 | 1:21:16 | |
Tomorrow... | 1:21:47 | 1:21:50 | |
..and tomorrow... | 1:21:50 | 1:21:52 | |
..and tomorrow... | 1:21:53 | 1:21:55 | |
-..creeps in this... -CAR HORN BEEPS | 1:21:57 | 1:21:59 | |
..petty pace... | 1:22:02 | 1:22:04 | |
..from day to day... | 1:22:04 | 1:22:06 | |
..to the last...syllable... | 1:22:08 | 1:22:11 | |
..of recorded time. | 1:22:13 | 1:22:15 | |
And... | 1:22:17 | 1:22:18 | |
..all of our yesterdays... | 1:22:20 | 1:22:23 | |
..have lighted... | 1:22:25 | 1:22:26 | |
..fools! | 1:22:28 | 1:22:29 | |
Give me a pint of whisky, please. | 1:22:32 | 1:22:33 | |
Dusty death. | 1:22:33 | 1:22:36 | |
Out...out... | 1:22:36 | 1:22:39 | |
6.50, my friend. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:42 | |
-Huh? -6.50. | 1:22:42 | 1:22:43 | |
Here, just, uh...uh... just take that. | 1:22:45 | 1:22:48 | |
Walking shadow... | 1:22:51 | 1:22:53 | |
..a poor... | 1:22:55 | 1:22:57 | |
..player... | 1:22:57 | 1:22:59 | |
..that struts and frets his hour upon the stage... | 1:23:00 | 1:23:05 | |
..and then is heard... | 1:23:05 | 1:23:07 | |
..no more! | 1:23:08 | 1:23:10 | |
It is a tale... | 1:23:10 | 1:23:12 | |
..told by an idiot... | 1:23:12 | 1:23:16 | |
..full of sound and fury... | 1:23:16 | 1:23:19 | |
..signifying nothing! | 1:23:20 | 1:23:24 | |
Where you going, man? Was that too much? | 1:23:27 | 1:23:30 | |
I was just trying to give you a range. | 1:23:30 | 1:23:32 | |
It's a little bit too much. I can tell because you... | 1:23:32 | 1:23:34 | |
I just wanted to give you a range. I just... | 1:23:34 | 1:23:36 | |
That was a little too much.... | 1:23:36 | 1:23:38 | |
-BIRDMAN: -God! You look like shit, brother. | 1:24:31 | 1:24:35 | |
You get that mongoloid look when you're hungover. Don't you? | 1:24:35 | 1:24:39 | |
Ha-ha! Yeah. | 1:24:39 | 1:24:40 | |
Let's go! Come on. Get up. | 1:24:41 | 1:24:44 | |
It's a beautiful day. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
Forget about the Times. Everyone else has. | 1:24:46 | 1:24:51 | |
Come on! Stand up! | 1:24:51 | 1:24:53 | |
So you're not a great actor. Who cares? | 1:24:54 | 1:24:57 | |
You're much more than that. | 1:24:57 | 1:24:59 | |
You tower over these other theatre douchebags. | 1:24:59 | 1:25:03 | |
You're a movie star, man! | 1:25:03 | 1:25:05 | |
You're a global force! Don't you get it? | 1:25:05 | 1:25:08 | |
You spent your whole life building a bank account | 1:25:08 | 1:25:10 | |
and a reputation, and you blew 'em both. | 1:25:10 | 1:25:12 | |
Good for you. | 1:25:12 | 1:25:13 | |
Fuck it. We'll make a comeback. | 1:25:13 | 1:25:16 | |
They're waiting for something huge. Well, give it to them. | 1:25:16 | 1:25:19 | |
Shave off that pathetic goatee. Get some surgery! | 1:25:19 | 1:25:22 | |
60's the new 30, motherfucker! | 1:25:22 | 1:25:25 | |
You're the original, man. You paved the way for all these other little clowns. | 1:25:25 | 1:25:28 | |
Give the people what they want... | 1:25:28 | 1:25:30 | |
..some good old-fashioned apocalyptic porn. | 1:25:30 | 1:25:32 | |
Birdman: The Phoenix Rises. | 1:25:32 | 1:25:34 | |
Pimple-faced gamers creaming in their pants. | 1:25:34 | 1:25:36 | |
A billion worldwide, guaranteed! | 1:25:36 | 1:25:39 | |
You are larger than life, man. | 1:25:39 | 1:25:41 | |
You save people from their boring, miserable lives. | 1:25:41 | 1:25:44 | |
You make them jump, laugh, shit their pants. | 1:25:44 | 1:25:47 | |
All you have to do is... | 1:25:47 | 1:25:49 | |
That's what I'm talking about! | 1:25:59 | 1:26:02 | |
Bones rattling! Big, loud, fast! | 1:26:02 | 1:26:05 | |
Look at these people, look at their eyes. They're all sparkling. | 1:26:05 | 1:26:08 | |
They love this shit. They love blood. They love action. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:12 | |
Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit. | 1:26:12 | 1:26:16 | |
ROARS | 1:26:21 | 1:26:22 | |
Yes! | 1:26:25 | 1:26:26 | |
And the next time you screech... | 1:26:26 | 1:26:28 | |
HE SCREECHES | 1:26:28 | 1:26:30 | |
..it'll explode into millions of eardrums. | 1:26:30 | 1:26:33 | |
You'll glimmer on thousands of screens around the globe. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:38 | |
Another blockbuster. | 1:26:38 | 1:26:41 | |
You are a god. | 1:26:41 | 1:26:43 | |
See? There you go, you motherfucker. | 1:26:43 | 1:26:47 | |
Gravity doesn't even apply to you. | 1:26:47 | 1:26:49 | |
Wait till you see the faces of those who thought we were finished. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:53 | |
Listen to me. Let's go back one more time | 1:26:53 | 1:26:55 | |
and show them what we're capable of. | 1:26:55 | 1:26:58 | |
We have to end it on our own terms...with a grand gesture. | 1:26:58 | 1:27:02 | |
Flames. Sacrifice. | 1:27:02 | 1:27:06 | |
Icarus. | 1:27:06 | 1:27:07 | |
You can do it. | 1:27:07 | 1:27:09 | |
You hear me? | 1:27:09 | 1:27:11 | |
You are... | 1:27:11 | 1:27:13 | |
Birdman! | 1:27:13 | 1:27:14 | |
Hey! Is this for real or are you shooting a film? | 1:27:18 | 1:27:22 | |
A film! | 1:27:23 | 1:27:25 | |
You people are full of shit! | 1:27:25 | 1:27:27 | |
Hey, man, can I help you? | 1:27:29 | 1:27:31 | |
You should be careful. | 1:27:32 | 1:27:33 | |
Sorry, I can't talk. I'm late. | 1:27:33 | 1:27:36 | |
Music. | 1:27:36 | 1:27:37 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS | 1:27:37 | 1:27:40 | |
MUSIC STOPS | 1:27:40 | 1:27:41 | |
You OK, man? | 1:27:42 | 1:27:43 | |
You want me to call somebody for you? | 1:27:45 | 1:27:47 | |
Do you know where to go? | 1:27:49 | 1:27:50 | |
Yeah. | 1:27:55 | 1:27:56 | |
I know where to go. | 1:27:56 | 1:27:57 | |
Oh! Hey! No, wait! What the fu...! | 1:27:59 | 1:28:01 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS | 1:28:06 | 1:28:12 | |
Oh! Oh! | 1:28:12 | 1:28:13 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:28:17 | 1:28:20 | |
Whoa! | 1:28:26 | 1:28:27 | |
HE LAUGHS | 1:28:27 | 1:28:29 | |
MUSIC STOPS | 1:28:38 | 1:28:39 | |
You see? | 1:28:42 | 1:28:44 | |
This is where you belong. | 1:28:44 | 1:28:46 | |
Above them all. | 1:28:50 | 1:28:52 | |
Hey, you! Hey! | 1:28:55 | 1:28:57 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS | 1:28:57 | 1:29:04 | |
Stop the music. MUSIC STOPS | 1:29:51 | 1:29:53 | |
-Hey, hey, hey! -I beg your pardon? | 1:29:53 | 1:29:54 | |
Hello, sir? Hello! Sir, you did not pay me! | 1:29:54 | 1:29:56 | |
What are you doing? Where are you going? Hey! | 1:29:56 | 1:29:59 | |
Hey, are you deaf, idiot? | 1:29:59 | 1:30:01 | |
This guy didn't pay me, man. He's fucking crazy! | 1:30:01 | 1:30:03 | |
Not a bad first act, huh? | 1:30:36 | 1:30:37 | |
Not bad at all. | 1:30:37 | 1:30:39 | |
It's going really well. | 1:30:39 | 1:30:40 | |
I didn't think he could do Broadway. | 1:30:40 | 1:30:42 | |
I never would have expected it, from him. | 1:30:42 | 1:30:44 | |
If the second act is half as good as that... | 1:30:44 | 1:30:45 | |
It's pretty glorious. | 1:30:45 | 1:30:47 | |
What do we talk about when we talk about Riggan Thomson? | 1:30:47 | 1:30:49 | |
How long's the intermission? | 1:30:49 | 1:30:50 | |
Birdman can act. | 1:30:50 | 1:30:52 | |
Oh! Whoa. | 1:31:10 | 1:31:11 | |
I just came to say hello. | 1:31:11 | 1:31:13 | |
It's going great out there. You're so good. | 1:31:13 | 1:31:17 | |
I mean it. You're... I really mean it. | 1:31:17 | 1:31:18 | |
Places for the final scene, Riggan. Places for the final scene. | 1:31:18 | 1:31:22 | |
Do you need to...? | 1:31:22 | 1:31:23 | |
No, it's fine. Just sit here for a second. | 1:31:23 | 1:31:25 | |
Look at all these roses. | 1:31:25 | 1:31:27 | |
I hate roses. | 1:31:27 | 1:31:28 | |
And you hate roses. | 1:31:28 | 1:31:29 | |
Are you OK? You seem... | 1:31:31 | 1:31:34 | |
You seem... I don't know, you seem abnormally calm. | 1:31:34 | 1:31:37 | |
I am calm. | 1:31:39 | 1:31:40 | |
I am great, actually. | 1:31:41 | 1:31:43 | |
You know... | 1:31:45 | 1:31:47 | |
I got this...little voice... talks to me sometimes. | 1:31:47 | 1:31:51 | |
Tells me the truth. | 1:31:51 | 1:31:53 | |
It's comforting. | 1:31:53 | 1:31:55 | |
Kind of scary, but it's comforting. | 1:31:55 | 1:31:57 | |
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that. | 1:31:57 | 1:31:59 | |
OK. | 1:31:59 | 1:32:01 | |
You wouldn't believe the crowd outside. | 1:32:01 | 1:32:03 | |
They said some people paid up to 500 a ticket. | 1:32:03 | 1:32:06 | |
Really? | 1:32:06 | 1:32:07 | |
Hey. | 1:32:08 | 1:32:10 | |
-Can I tell you something funny? -Sure. | 1:32:11 | 1:32:13 | |
You remember our last anniversary party? | 1:32:14 | 1:32:16 | |
Seriously? You're going to ruin a nice moment, with that? | 1:32:16 | 1:32:18 | |
Do you remember the party? | 1:32:18 | 1:32:20 | |
The party where you fucked Janet Rossbach, in our bed. | 1:32:20 | 1:32:22 | |
Try to skip over that part. | 1:32:22 | 1:32:23 | |
Oh, gladly. | 1:32:23 | 1:32:25 | |
And you threw all the guests out of the house... | 1:32:25 | 1:32:27 | |
..and you threw all the furniture out the window. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:29 | |
-I remember... -And you locked yourself in the bathroom. | 1:32:29 | 1:32:31 | |
Riggan. Why are we talking about... | 1:32:31 | 1:32:33 | |
I drove out to... | 1:32:33 | 1:32:34 | |
..Malibu. | 1:32:34 | 1:32:37 | |
And I just sat on the beach, for a while, looking out at the ocean. | 1:32:37 | 1:32:40 | |
Riggan. | 1:32:40 | 1:32:42 | |
And I...walked... | 1:32:42 | 1:32:44 | |
..straight into the water. | 1:32:44 | 1:32:45 | |
And then I tried to drown myself. | 1:32:50 | 1:32:52 | |
I was up to my chest when I felt the first one. | 1:32:57 | 1:33:00 | |
On my back, it was like somebody was | 1:33:00 | 1:33:02 | |
holding a frying pan against me and really burning. | 1:33:02 | 1:33:04 | |
And then they were on my chest and all over my legs. | 1:33:04 | 1:33:09 | |
The water was full of jellyfish. | 1:33:09 | 1:33:11 | |
They were all over me. | 1:33:13 | 1:33:15 | |
I-I had to fight my way out of the water and went up to the...beach. | 1:33:15 | 1:33:18 | |
I was rolling around like a maniac in the sand... | 1:33:18 | 1:33:23 | |
..crying. | 1:33:23 | 1:33:24 | |
You said it was a sunburn. | 1:33:25 | 1:33:27 | |
Yeah, I know. And you believed me. | 1:33:28 | 1:33:32 | |
To be honest, I didn't give a shit. | 1:33:32 | 1:33:34 | |
I love you. | 1:33:42 | 1:33:43 | |
And I love Sam. | 1:33:47 | 1:33:48 | |
I know. | 1:33:48 | 1:33:49 | |
I really wish I wouldn't have videotaped her birth, though. | 1:33:53 | 1:33:56 | |
Why? | 1:33:56 | 1:33:57 | |
Cos... | 1:33:57 | 1:33:58 | |
..I just missed the moment, really. | 1:33:59 | 1:34:01 | |
I don't have it. | 1:34:01 | 1:34:03 | |
I should have just been there with the two of you. | 1:34:03 | 1:34:05 | |
You know...just the three of us. | 1:34:05 | 1:34:09 | |
But I wasn't. | 1:34:12 | 1:34:14 | |
I wasn't even present in my own life, and now I don't have it... | 1:34:14 | 1:34:17 | |
..and, I'm never going to have it. | 1:34:17 | 1:34:19 | |
You have Sam. | 1:34:19 | 1:34:20 | |
Not really, I don't. I mean, she's... | 1:34:20 | 1:34:22 | |
No, no, no. Listen, she's just going through... | 1:34:22 | 1:34:24 | |
No, I get it, I understand. | 1:34:24 | 1:34:26 | |
I know she needed to have a dad... | 1:34:26 | 1:34:28 | |
..and instead she got this guy who was... | 1:34:28 | 1:34:31 | |
..a three-day viral sensation. | 1:34:31 | 1:34:34 | |
-It is so pathetic, I can't... -No. Come on. | 1:34:34 | 1:34:36 | |
There are things more pathetic things than that. | 1:34:36 | 1:34:38 | |
Yeah, like? | 1:34:38 | 1:34:39 | |
That moustache. | 1:34:39 | 1:34:40 | |
Riggan, we are in the motel. | 1:34:45 | 1:34:47 | |
Last scene has started. You're not here. | 1:34:47 | 1:34:50 | |
Last chance for "places". | 1:34:50 | 1:34:53 | |
You better get back to your seat. | 1:34:53 | 1:34:55 | |
20 little leopards laughed at two lofty lions. | 1:35:14 | 1:35:19 | |
20 little leopards laughed at two lofty lions. | 1:35:19 | 1:35:22 | |
20 little leopards laughed at two lofty lions. | 1:35:22 | 1:35:26 | |
20 little leopards laughed at two lofty lions. | 1:35:26 | 1:35:30 | |
Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum... | 1:35:30 | 1:35:35 | |
DRUMMER PLAYS | 1:35:43 | 1:35:44 | |
Break a leg, Mr Thomson. | 1:35:56 | 1:35:58 | |
Let me put the blood rig on? Hey! | 1:36:26 | 1:36:30 | |
Hey! | 1:36:32 | 1:36:34 | |
Riggan! | 1:36:34 | 1:36:36 | |
Hey! | 1:36:36 | 1:36:37 | |
SOUND EFFECT OF THUNDERSTORM | 1:36:39 | 1:36:40 | |
Terri! | 1:36:44 | 1:36:46 | |
Terri! | 1:36:46 | 1:36:47 | |
Eddie! What are you doing here? | 1:36:48 | 1:36:50 | |
Why? I just want you to tell me why. Just tell me why. | 1:36:50 | 1:36:53 | |
-Shut up! -Eddie, please! | 1:36:53 | 1:36:56 | |
What's the matter with me? | 1:36:56 | 1:36:57 | |
Tell me what's the matter. Why do I always end up having to beg people to love me? | 1:36:57 | 1:37:01 | |
Eddie, please, give me the gun. | 1:37:01 | 1:37:03 | |
It was me. I was drowning. I'm just not capable of... | 1:37:03 | 1:37:06 | |
You deserve to be loved, Eddie. You do. | 1:37:06 | 1:37:09 | |
I just wanted to be what you wanted. What YOU wanted. | 1:37:11 | 1:37:15 | |
Now I spend every fucking minute trying | 1:37:15 | 1:37:17 | |
to be something else, something I'm not. | 1:37:17 | 1:37:19 | |
Just put the gun down, Ed. | 1:37:19 | 1:37:21 | |
She doesn't love you anymore. | 1:37:21 | 1:37:22 | |
You don't, do you? | 1:37:25 | 1:37:27 | |
No. | 1:37:27 | 1:37:28 | |
And you never will. | 1:37:28 | 1:37:30 | |
I'm sorry. | 1:37:30 | 1:37:31 | |
Ah. | 1:37:31 | 1:37:33 | |
I don't exist. | 1:37:42 | 1:37:43 | |
I'm not even here. | 1:37:47 | 1:37:48 | |
I'm not even here. | 1:37:50 | 1:37:52 | |
Bang! | 1:37:52 | 1:37:53 | |
Bang! | 1:38:05 | 1:38:06 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:38:15 | 1:38:16 | |
AUDIENCE GASPS | 1:38:16 | 1:38:17 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:38:23 | 1:38:25 | |
CHEERING | 1:38:27 | 1:38:29 | |
MUFFLED DRUMMING AND MUSIC | 1:39:01 | 1:39:02 | |
SILENCE | 1:39:36 | 1:39:37 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 1:39:47 | 1:39:48 | |
Yes? | 1:39:51 | 1:39:53 | |
Is he up? | 1:39:55 | 1:39:57 | |
He just woke up. | 1:39:57 | 1:39:58 | |
I thought I lost you, buddy. | 1:40:03 | 1:40:05 | |
What the hell happened? | 1:40:07 | 1:40:09 | |
I was watching you on that stage and then, all of a sudden... | 1:40:09 | 1:40:12 | |
..you had that goofy look in your eye and you were just, like... | 1:40:12 | 1:40:16 | |
What is wrong with you? He tried... | 1:40:16 | 1:40:18 | |
I'm happy! He's alive! My best friend is alive! And... | 1:40:18 | 1:40:22 | |
..he happens to be, the fucking man of the hour. | 1:40:22 | 1:40:24 | |
What is that? | 1:40:24 | 1:40:25 | |
You have to be shitting me. | 1:40:25 | 1:40:27 | |
Read it. | 1:40:27 | 1:40:28 | |
I don't believe this. "The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance"? | 1:40:28 | 1:40:31 | |
Read it. | 1:40:31 | 1:40:33 | |
"By Tabitha Dickinson." | 1:40:33 | 1:40:34 | |
Read it out loud! | 1:40:34 | 1:40:36 | |
"Thomson has unwittingly given birth | 1:40:36 | 1:40:38 | |
"to a new form, which can only be described as... | 1:40:38 | 1:40:41 | |
"..super-realism. | 1:40:41 | 1:40:43 | |
"Blood was spilled both literally and metaphorically | 1:40:43 | 1:40:45 | |
"by artist and audience, alike. | 1:40:45 | 1:40:47 | |
"Real blood. | 1:40:47 | 1:40:49 | |
"The blood that has been sorely missing | 1:40:49 | 1:40:51 | |
"from the veins of the American theatre..." | 1:40:51 | 1:40:53 | |
You're happy about this? | 1:40:54 | 1:40:57 | |
Happy? I'm fucking euphoric! | 1:40:57 | 1:40:59 | |
This is the-this is the kind of review that turns people into living legends! | 1:40:59 | 1:41:01 | |
He shot the nose off his face! | 1:41:01 | 1:41:03 | |
He's got a new nose! | 1:41:03 | 1:41:05 | |
And if he doesn't like that one, we'll get him a new one! | 1:41:05 | 1:41:08 | |
We'll use Meg Ryan's guy. Who gives a shit? | 1:41:08 | 1:41:10 | |
They're lighting candles for him in Central Park. | 1:41:10 | 1:41:12 | |
Turn on your TV. Where's the... | 1:41:12 | 1:41:14 | |
-TV: -..a spontaneous vigil for actor Riggan Thomson. | 1:41:15 | 1:41:17 | |
They're praying for him all across the country. He did it. You did it! | 1:41:17 | 1:41:21 | |
I've been reborn, brother. And I can see the future. | 1:41:21 | 1:41:24 | |
This play is going to last forever. | 1:41:24 | 1:41:26 | |
It's going to open in London and Paris, | 1:41:26 | 1:41:28 | |
and the studio is going to call again and | 1:41:28 | 1:41:30 | |
we're going to get some book deals...you'll see. | 1:41:30 | 1:41:31 | |
So you can see the future? | 1:41:31 | 1:41:33 | |
Yeah, I can see the future! | 1:41:33 | 1:41:35 | |
How about that, huh? Did you see that coming? | 1:41:35 | 1:41:38 | |
Why aren't you saying anything? | 1:41:39 | 1:41:42 | |
This is what you wanted, wasn't it? | 1:41:42 | 1:41:44 | |
Riggan, this is what you wanted. | 1:41:44 | 1:41:46 | |
Yeah. | 1:41:48 | 1:41:49 | |
Yeah, this is what I wanted. | 1:41:49 | 1:41:51 | |
OK, listen. You're going to get hit | 1:41:51 | 1:41:53 | |
with a "brandishing a weapon" charge. OK? | 1:41:53 | 1:41:56 | |
If anybody talks to you about it, it was an accident. | 1:41:56 | 1:41:59 | |
Is that what this was? | 1:41:59 | 1:42:00 | |
-An accident? -An accident. That's what I want to film... | 1:42:01 | 1:42:04 | |
Did you intend to shoot yourself! | 1:42:04 | 1:42:06 | |
You motherfuckers, this is a hospital! Get the fuck out of here! | 1:42:06 | 1:42:09 | |
This is a hospital! | 1:42:09 | 1:42:12 | |
Get the fuck out, you assholes! | 1:42:12 | 1:42:15 | |
Out! This is a personal matter! | 1:42:15 | 1:42:18 | |
A personal matter! | 1:42:18 | 1:42:20 | |
I don't give a shit! | 1:42:20 | 1:42:21 | |
Hey, Sam! What did you feel like | 1:42:21 | 1:42:24 | |
the night your father tried to kill himself? | 1:42:24 | 1:42:26 | |
Lilacs. | 1:42:52 | 1:42:53 | |
-Are you laughing? -Yeah. | 1:43:01 | 1:43:03 | |
What's so funny? | 1:43:03 | 1:43:05 | |
I can't smell them. | 1:43:06 | 1:43:08 | |
What are you doing? | 1:43:14 | 1:43:15 | |
I'm posting a photo of you on your Twitter page. | 1:43:15 | 1:43:17 | |
I have a Twitter page? | 1:43:17 | 1:43:18 | |
Yeah, I set it up today. | 1:43:18 | 1:43:20 | |
-Let me see. -No way. | 1:43:20 | 1:43:22 | |
No. You look hideous. | 1:43:22 | 1:43:23 | |
Oh, wow, thank you. I appreciate it. | 1:43:23 | 1:43:25 | |
I'm just kidding. | 1:43:25 | 1:43:27 | |
No, I'm actually not. You-you do look hideous. | 1:43:27 | 1:43:29 | |
You got 80,000 followers, in less than a day. | 1:43:31 | 1:43:34 | |
-Really? -Yeah. | 1:43:34 | 1:43:35 | |
I'm going to scare the shit out of all of them. | 1:43:35 | 1:43:36 | |
-Let me look at it. -Mmm-mmm. It's done. | 1:43:36 | 1:43:39 | |
-Uh, I'm going to go get a vase, for the flowers. -OK. | 1:43:43 | 1:43:46 | |
Move my... | 1:45:17 | 1:45:18 | |
TOILET FLUSHES | 1:45:23 | 1:45:25 | |
Bye-bye...and fuck you. | 1:45:41 | 1:45:44 | |
Dad? | 1:47:08 | 1:47:09 | |
Dad? | 1:47:11 | 1:47:12 | |
Dad? | 1:47:14 | 1:47:15 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 1:47:39 | 1:47:40 |