这是1900和MAX诀别那段台词，感人至深……
(At last, Max finds his life friend, Nineteen Hundred, who still remains in the would-be-destroy Virginia after World War II. Two friends sit on TNT boxes, accompanied by the sound of water dripping and machine faraway, to have a farewell talk.)
Max: What have you been up to all these years?
1900: Making music.
Max: Even during the war?
1900: Even when no one was dancing any more. Even when the bombs were falling. The music helped them get better. The wounded I mean. Or else, I kept them entertained, as they slipped into another world. (Light up) Sometimes, they didn't even mind the voyage, if they could listen to the music. Mine was the last face they saw. And I kept playing, till the ship got here.
Max: Call this a ship? (Looks around) It's more like a mountain of dynamite about to explode. A bit dangerous, don't you think?
1900 (avoids answering the question): And you, Max? Where's your trumpet?
Max: I gave it up as well, a while back. But you know now I'm in a mood for starting again. I'm bustling with new ideas. Let's start a duo, you and me. Or our own band: The "Danny Boodman T.D.Lemon Nineteen Hundred Big Band!" huh? (Nineteen Hundred smiles quietly) It gets the blood going! We'd be a smash. C'mon, Nineteen Hundred, come with me. Let's get off, watch the fireworks from the pier. And then we'll start from scratch. Sometimes that's the way you have to do it-you go right back to the beginning.
(Nineteen Hundred doesn't respond to this suggestion, and Max continues)
"You're never really done for as long as you've got a good story, and someone to tell it to". Remember? Uh? You told me that.
(Nineteen smiles as if saying 'yeah'.)
What a fantastic story you've got now! The world would hang on your every word, and they'd go crazy for your music. Believe me.
1900 (looks at Max calmly, and slowly, he starts to reveal the mystery about why he went back on the middle of the gangway): All that city...You just couldn't see an end to it. The end? Please, you please show me where it ends? …It was all very fine on that gangway, and I was grand, too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure, and I was getting off, guarantee. That wasn't the problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. You understand that? What I didn't see...In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world.
(gives a black smile)
Take a piano. Keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
(Max smiles agreeably, but Nineteen Hundred comes to the point, his voice becomes sharper)
You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions of billions of keys that never end and that's the truth, Max, and they never end, that keyboard is infinite. If that keyboard is infinite, on that keyboard there's no music you can play.
(pauses, calm down, as if he wants to calm Max)
You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.
(again voice up)
Christ, did you, did you see the streets, just the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you do it down there, how do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world just weighing down on you don't even know where it comes to an end. Aren't you ever just scared of breaking you apart and just thought of it, the enormity of living in it?
(pauses, calmly)
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way.
(pauses)
Land? Land is a ship too big for me, it's a woman too beautiful, it's a voyage too long, perfume too strong. It's music I don't know how to make.
(Max' face cloudy)
I can never get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life.
(Max can't help weeping)
After all, I don't exist for anyone. You're exception, Max. You're the only one who knows I'm here. You're a minority, and you'd better get used to it.
(quietly yet firmly)
Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.
(Nineteen Hundred stops here, two friends sits face to face, all is silent except the sound of Max weeping.)
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