Across the Universe

Who will take me out next week?

You'll be halfway around the world.

Well, it better not be Phil Scully.

Come here.

I'll be back soon.

They give you a furlough after boot camp.

And after that?

- Yeah. All right. - Good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

All right, then.

Don't spend it all at once. Last one for a while, eh, son?

- Last one ever, Cyril. - I felt the same at your age.

I told myself, "When I'm 64, I'll be long gone from this place."

- But I'm still here. - Move it along.

Some of us are thirsty and the pubs have been open five minutes.

Hi, Charlie.

You're gonna miss this place.

Don't count on it, Phil.

I've ironed your best shirts.

I'll be shoveling coal in a furnace, Mum. I don't think I'll be wearing them.

You'll be wearing them when you go ashore in America.

Yeah, well, that could be months from now.

If you wanted a seafaring life...

couldn't you have signed up for the Mersey Ferry?

At least you'd be home for your supper every night.

I sometimes feel you're not telling me everything.

I just need a break from the yard, Molly.

I'll be back before you know it.

Or do you need a break from me? Is that what this is about?

Come here.

- Pull the other one. - What?

You better.

You bastard.

- Bye, sweetheart! - Bye!

Goodbye, Danny!

Bye.

- Go deep! - Let's go...

Wildcats!

All right, ladies, let's take a break. Come on.

Hop in.

Thanks, mate. Appreciate it.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Shit! Goddamn it.

Thanks, man.

Excuse me, you don't where I could find Professor Huber, do you?

No such person. Not that I'm aware of.

Professor Wesley Huber?

Listen, I've pissed off every professor in Princeton...

and he's not one of them.

Oh, wait a second, there's a Wes Huber.

That's him right over there.

Can I have a word?

If you're looking for work here, check with administration.

I got a job, thanks.

You sound like a limey.

I am, yeah.

I was stationed there during the war. I had some good times.

Yeah, I know.

At Burtonwood, right?

How would you know that?

I... I believe I'm your son.

I don't think so.

Me mother's Martha Feeny.

How'd you track me down?

Through Army records.

If I would have known about you...

What? You would've come back, is that it?

You know, she said that wouldn't have proved that you loved her...

only that you felt obligated.

Well, it would have been better than raising a kid on her own.

Yeah, well, she wasrt the only one in those days.

You could excuse a bastard by saying his dad was killed in the war.

Did she find someone else?

There were a few hopefuls over the years, yeah.

I think I scared them off.

- Listen, kid, l... - It's Jude.

Jude.

I got a family. I got a wife, I got two kids.

Yeah, look. Mr. Huber, I didn't come here to derail your life.

You know? And I'm not here for your love or your approval.

I'm just here so that we both...

Both know that the other one exists.

All right.

- Fifteen bucks says you miss this shot. - Fifty says your sister still marries me.

Yeah, well, maybe.

All right, window. Let's go.

- All right, ladies. - There you go.

- Ready? - Yep.

Okay.

Fore!

Run!

You missed!

- Whatever. - It was the wind.

- Set me up. - I believe in you.

You couldn't hit the barn side of a broad, man. Come on.

There you go.

Fore!

Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!

- How do you like me now? - We're gonna get you, asshole!

How do you like me? Go to bed. Go to bed, you ain't got nothing.

- Yeah, they're going back into... - They're not going back to bed.

- No, they're not. - Go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

They went this way. Come on!

Shit, I'm out of shape.

You're the guy who was asking for the janitor, right?

Yeah.

So, what are you, like the assistant janitor?

I'm just bunking down here, you know, temporarily.

- Why? - Why do you need to know?

You're wanted by the cops, huh? FBI?

You know, it looks to me as though you're the one who's on the run.

Yeah. Thank you for that, by the way.

What would they have done if they caught you?

I don't know. Something involving genitalia and shoe polish.

- Nasty. - Yeah.

- Where's that accent from? - Same place as me. Liverpool.

And do you have a name?

Yeah.

- It's Jude. - Max.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Well, Jude, as a stranger to our shores...

the least I can do is offer you some Ivy League hospitality.

Cheers.

Welcome to the nursery.

- Take it easy, man. - Hold it in.

I can't believe her.

I'm never having children.

- Really? - No.

Think about it, it's pure narcissism.

I mean, people putting out little carbon copies of themselves, going:

"Oh, doesn't he have his father's eyes?

Doesrt he have his mother's lips?" It's...

It's disgusting.

Well, what about adoption?

Luce!

Lucy!

- Do you know when? - Next weekend.

He got a pass before his outfit ships out.

I tell you, man, this is my favorite time of day.

- Look at these. That one, she's cute. - Emily!

- Look at these. That one, she's cute. - Emily!

- Hey. - Max!

Jailbait.

- How are you? Good. - I'm good.

- Damn. - Max, you're such a pervert.

What? Some of them are kind of cute.

When did Emily get tits?

Emily.

This is Jude. I asked him over for Thanksgiving.

We don't have it in England. Is it...? Is it a big deal?

Well, it's a heartwarming American tradition.

Yeah. It celebrates the time...

when the Indians shared their food with the early settlers.

And how did we repay them? We slaughter them in thousands...

and then ship them off to the shittiest bits of real estate.

I'm Lucy.

I went to the closet under the stairs and my clubs werert there.

- If you'd asked... - You'd have said no.

I never knew Princeton had a golf program.

They don't.

It's just my way of unwinding, you know?

Whack a few balls around at the end of the day.

Those lectures can fry your brains.

"Lectures." What lectures? He dropped two courses.

Is that fashionable?

Is what fashionable?

- Your haircut, or lack of one. - Androgyny suits you, Max.

These kids are so spoiled.

I washed dishes to put myself through college.

You've never washed one since. More stuffing, Jude?