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(train rattling)

(train screeching)

- Baby, you are looking particularly voluptuous tonight.

(train rattling) (gentle jazz music)

- It's kind of crazy for you

to be leaning against my desk like that.

People will think that we're not getting any work done.

(train rattling)

So,

why don't you go to your office,

and in 10 minutes, meet me in the storeroom

on the 31st floor.

I'll say I need more Manila folders.

(train rattling)

(gentle jazz music)

I'll get the key from the mailroom boy.

- I am the mailroom boy.

(train rattling)

- It's really cold outside, but it's warmer here,

which is why I like to wear this light cotton dress.

(train rattling) (gentle jazz music continues)

It's a summer dress, really,

but no matter how hot they turn up the heat,

I'm only gonna sweat a little.

(train rattling)

Even if you run your fingers

down the arch of my back,

(gentle jazz music continues)

taste my mouth with your tongue.

Such a light summer dress.

It's almost like I'm wearing nothing at all.

(train rattling)

(singer grunting)

(train rattling)

(gentle jazz music continues)

(Bill exhales)

- What was that?

- What was what?

- I heard a noise.

- I didn't hear anything.

(train rattling)

- Someone coming down the hallway.

- No, no one ever comes

in this room. (gentle jazz music continues)

- Yes, they do.

They're coming in for supplies.

Manila envelopes, paper, clips, pen-

- No, no one has the key.

(train rattling)

- My supervisor has the key.

If he catches me in here with you he'll throw a fit.

I'll have my job.

- [Jessica] Who cares?

- I'll lose my job.

I'll ring my neck.

(train rattling)

(gentle jazz music)

Put your dress back on.

(Jessica sighs)

- It's on.

(bed rustles)

- Didn't you have a bra?

- No, I didn't.

(clothes rustle)

(Bill sighs)

(bed rustles)

- That was close.

- Was it?

- You were there.

You saw it.

That was very close.

- Close doesn't count for anything, Billy.

The closest the same is not at all.

(tires screech)

(gentle jazz music)

(coffee sloshing)

(phone ringing)

(pitcher clatters)

(phone ringing)

- So the pilot, he has no idea where he is.

I mean, this guy is confused.

He thinks he's some sort of ballerino or something.

He's dancing around and the doctor is just shaking him,

shaking him, saying, "Do you know where you are?"

And the guy opens up his eyes and says,

"What do I look like, a pickle?"

(both chuckling)

- Oh.

(gentle jazz music)

(both chuckling)

(sirens blaring)

- Ooh.

I'm feeling it.

I feel it coming.

Um.

Hit me.

- Views.

Views from very, very high floor.

30-foot windows.

On the river.

Huge gallery. (Bill sighs)

Sounds like our place, of course.

Eight rooms, 2500 square feet,

great family apartment with 24-hour doorman.

I could really go for that.

Nursery.

(Bill blowing)

Four new baths and kitchen, park river and city views.

16 by 45 foot living room with WBF.

WBF, I forget.

- It's a wood burning fireplace.

- Wood burning fireplace.

Three bedrooms, three baths.

Of course, a maid's room.

That's very important.

- All right, does it say something

about the foundation of the building?

- Of course, not.

It never says anything about stuff like that.

- Well, come on, it's very important.

I mean, if it's a curtain wall hung off

reinforced concrete slab, baby, that's no good to me.

- Quit stalling.

- Okay. (Jessica chuckles)

(Bill inhales)

800,000.

- 775.

That's very impressive. (Bill chuckles)

- That's right.

So, why don't you bring on something hard, huh?

Get something a little difficult for me, a little challenge.

- Okay. (tongue clicks)

Okay, here we go.

Large L-shaped studio, lots of closets,

extremely sunny, 950 square feet.

We'll sell to best offer.

- All right, there's obviously something wrong.

They're emphasizing closets and sun to compensate.

(Bill inhales and exhales)

110.

- 75. (cackles)

- Let me see that, get out of here.

All right, all right, all right.

Here, I'll give you one.

- Okay.

- All right, your turn.

Just listed.

G-mull design, cat sloop, 4'6", sholdraft, aft cabin,

extra clean.

- A boat?

You're not playing fair.

(footsteps tapping)

- Come on, you can, you can learn.

Think about it.

It would be great.

You and I, the line of the horizon stretching out

as far as we could see.

- We could charter cruises

for tourists off the Florida Keys.

- Yeah, yeah, but not just cruises, fantasy vacations.

You know, like pirate voyages,

Columbus's discovery, you know, shit like that.

People eat that shit up, or you make a fortune.

- You need a lot of money

to start something like that, Bill.

- No, you don't.

You just, just need a little seed money.

- And things are starting to happen for me at work.

- Yeah, you're really going places.

You're really moving up in the world, Jess.

(footsteps tapping)

Hey, you chat with Arthur today?

- What is with this Arthur shit?

He's harmless.

He's got a wife, a house, maybe some kids.

- Hey, where does this guy live, anyway?

- Scarsdale, Larchmont.

How the hell should I know?

- Is that where you did it, huh?

Huh, is that where you did it?

Is that where you fuck him?

You fuck him in his fucking house in Scarsdale?

- Shut up, Bill.

- What?

No, I want the truth.

- You want the truth? - Yeah.

- Okay, you want the truth?

I'll tell you the truth.

The truth is I haven't had sex

with anyone in six months, Bill.

Not with Arthur, not with you.

Not with anyone.

It's 12 times a year, Billy.

A few hours, just 12 times a year.

And our next chance, you're spending with your brother.

(Jessica sighs)

(head thudding)

Billy!

(dramatic music)

I love you more than anything in the world.

But i-if your problem means

that we can't have a child together,

I just, I can't take it anymore.

(Bill sighs)

- I'm sorry.

(Jessica sighs)

Oh, I wish.

(dramatic music continues)

(sighs) Listen.

Maybe,

maybe you should just go ahead and sleep with this guy.

- I love you.

I wanna sleep with you.

- I don't want you to leave me.

- I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

- I want things to be all right.

I want them to be the way they were before.

- I love you more than is humanly possible.

I would go to hell for you

and let the devil scrape out my soul with his fingernails.

(train rattling)

(horn honking)

(footsteps tapping)

- What?

Yeah, no, I gotta go, I gotta go.

I'll call you later, okay, bye.

(phone clatters)

- Spencer, we have a deadline to meet here, okay?

I want those numbers by three o'clock.

(phone ringing)

Hi.

- That's a very pretty skirt.

- Yeah.

- So, did you think about, uh, what we talked about?

- I gave it some thought.

Yup. - Good,

because I see big things in the future.

- Big things, huh? - Mm-hmm, big things.

(Jessica chuckles)

(elevator dings)

(footsteps tapping)

Come on.

You're wasting away in this job.

Besides, I have some very sound advice about

how to move up in this company.

(Jessica sighs)

Things we can't discuss here, of course.

- Sure.

Okay.

Okay, uh, but this is business, right?

(phone ringing)

- Strictly business.

- [Jessica] Okay.

- [Arthur] Tonight then?

- Uh, no.

Um, how about, how about Friday?

- Friday's good.

Friday after work it is.

- Okay.

- Bye.

(people chattering)

(footsteps tapping) (phone ringing)

(paper rustling)

(bouquet thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(zipper rasps)

- Hell of a game last night, huh?

- Yeah.

- Fumbles will kill you every time.

They're going nowhere this year.

Don't you think?

- I don't know.

Could be.

(zipper rasps)

(flush rustling)

(footsteps tapping)

- Hey, hey.

I, uh, I saw you before talking to some brunette chick.

Is that your girlfriend?

- My girlfriend? - Yeah.

- No, that's not my girlfriend.

I'm, uh, pretty much spoken for.

(both chuckle)

- Pretty much? - Yeah.

What are they doing?

Construction up on 11?

- No, no, no, no.

Hey, (stammers) you think I could ever, uh,

get a girl like that?

- Sure, why not?

You know, I mean, you're a good looking guy.

But it takes money, you know, you gotta have money.

Show these girls a good time, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You, you, you must be rolling in it here, huh?

- Well,

I ain't hurtin'.

(both chuckling)

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

- Takin' her out Friday night though.

(tongue clicks)

Take it easy.

- Hey!

(bouquet rustles)

Go get her, killer.

(footsteps tapping)

(phone ringing)

- Honey, I've got some bad news.

I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it

to your mother's this weekend.

I know, I know, I know, I promise.

I know.

But what can I do?

I know, honey.

I know, but what can I do?

I'm absolutely swamped here.

Don't touch that.

No, not you.

I'm swamped.

I know, honey.

I know, I know, I know.

(singer shouting)

(gentle jazz music)

So the, um.

The bartender leans across the bar and he says,

"How about, uh,

how about a, uh, a monkey for your banana?"

I know, that's not it, I screwed it up. (chuckling)

Wait. (chuckles)

He says, "How about a banana for your monkey?"

I don't know, forget it, I hate jokes, forget it.

(Arthur clears throat)

(footsteps tapping)

That's a very pretty dress.

I've been thinking that all night.

(bed creaks)

Perfecto.

(Arthur clears throat)

Really.

I mean it.

(ice tube rattles)

Hey, you're not having a drink, or?

- No.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

- Won't take advantage of me, will you?

(both chuckling)

(Jessica clears throat)

(Arthur sips)

Hey, you weren't kidding when you said you'd like to read.

Hmm?

You got a lot of books.

I admire the intellect.

I really do. (sniffs)

I personally try to stifle mine.

- Too vast?

- Too painful having a drink.

- So what would you prefer having?

- I don't know.

How about another drink?

- One more?

- Do you mind?

- Well, you're not gonna take advantage of me, are you?

(footsteps tapping)

(gentle jazz music)

- It's very, uh, decent of you to have me up here, Miss, uh,

Jessica.

Aren't you many decent people around these days?

(footsteps tapping)

- Decent is a very subjective term.

(ice tube rattles)

(footsteps tapping)

(ice tube rattles)

(lips smacking)

- Oh, boy, I've been thinking about that.

(lips smacking) (Arthur moans)

Wait.

I have a wife.

(Jessica moans)

(lips smacking)

(Jessica panting)

I'm married, I have a wife.

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

I mean, I just don't think that you should know that

before we, you know?

- Before we?

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

- I mean, I don't.

'Cause I don't really, I don't wanna hurt anybody.

- Shh, I understand.

- You do?

- Mm-hmm.

(lips smacking)

- Because I feel like I've gone pretty far already, I mean-

- Frankly, I have a boyfriend.

- Oh, you do? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh. - Mm.

- Oh, that's okay. - Mm.

- That's good. (Jessica sighs)

- Yeah, if not decent. - Yeah.

(both groaning)

(lips smacking) (both moaning)

Here.

(Jessica chuckling)

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

Where does your boyfriend live?

- With me.

- Here? - Mm.

- Here? (lips smacking)

What, what time does he usually get home?

- Oh, 5:30.

(Jessica moaning)

- What?

It's almost 10:00. (chuckles)

- I don't wanna talk anymore.

- Okay.

(lips smacking)

But aren't you nervous that he's gonna come home?

- He's in Maryland.

- Oh, yeah.

(Jessica panting)

(lips smacking) (Jessica chuckling)

(shoes clatter)

(key clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

(door creaks and clatters)

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

(camera shutters clicking) (Jessica gasps)

(both gasping)

(camera shutters clicking)

- Honey, I'm home.

(Arthur panting)

Hello, Alfred.

(camera shutters clicking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Jessica sobbing)

Hey.

(camera shutters clicking)

Relax.

Don't mind if I lock this door, do you?

(footsteps tapping)

I always feel a little more relaxed in a locked door.

It's good to feel relaxed, isn't it, Archie?

- Oh, my God.

Oh, oh, look, man, I had no idea

that this was your girlfriend.

Um, Jesus.

- Hey, no problem.

There's probably someone out there screwing your woman, too.

- You're probably right, there probably is.

But look, we were not screwing.

I mean, it was not-nothing, okay?

Nothing.

All right?

(Arthur panting)

I'm terribly sorry.

- Apology accepted.

- Okay.

(footsteps tapping)

- Button your shirt.

Hey, don't forget this.

- Oh.

- Anthony.

- Um.

Do you mind tell me, um, why you took those pictures?

- Yes.

Yes, I do.

(Arthur sighs)

- Right, okay, bye.

(footsteps tapping)

(doorknob rattling)

(lock rattling)

(door clattering)

(door rattling)

(Arthur exhales)

Um.

(coat rustling)

I'm terribly sorry.

Uh.

(knuckles rapping)

(Arthur stammering)

The door is like, uh, locked or jammed or something.

- It's locked.

- Oh.

Can I have the key?

(Bill chuckling) Please?

- [Bill] "Can I have the key?"

(Bill chuckling)

This guy's gonna come to my house and tell me what to do.

That's rich.

(Bill chuckling)

- Can I please have the key?

What's going on here?

(Bill chuckling)

- So, chess, checkers, or shall we sodomize you?

- This is crazy.

Uh.

Give me the fucking key, man, come on.

- "Give me the fucking key, man."

- I said, can I have the key, please?

- No.

You said, "Give me the fucking key, man."

Give me the fucking key, man.

Give me the key, man.

Give me the key, man.

Give me the key, man.

Give me the fucking key, man.

Give me the key, man. - All right, all right.

- [Bill] Give me the fucking key, man.

- All right.

- Give me the key, man.

Give me the fucking key, man.

Give me the key, man. - All right.

- Give me the key, give me the key.

I got fucked!

(footsteps tapping)

(pensive music)

- I'm sorry, Billy.

- Baby, I love you more than is humanly possible.

I love you more than my own life.

I would go to hell for you,

and I would let the devil scrape out my soul

with his fingernails.

- I love you too, Billy.

(footsteps tapping)

(window tapping)

- Help!

(window tapping)

Help!

(window tapping)

(gun cocks)

Help!

Help!

(gun thuds) (Arthur groans)

- Bill.

(Arthur groans)

(suspenseful music)

(knuckles rapping)

Yeah!

- [Neighbor] Are you okay in there?

Is everyone okay in there?

(body thuds)

- Um, yeah!

- [Neighbor] What the hell is going on?

- I don't know.

E-everything's fine.

We're just, um, a little joke.

We're playing a little game.

- [Neighbor] A joke?

What the hell's the matter with you?

You know what time it is?

You woke up my kids, goddamn it.

- [Jessica] Sorry.

- [Neighbor] Well, keep it down, for Christ's sake.

We're trying to get some sleep out of here.

- Okay.

(Jessica clears throat)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps tapping)

Billy, what are you doing?

Bill, stop it.

- Hey, would you look at these?

These are beautiful.

Handmade in England.

English hands.

- Cut it out, Bill! - It's very nice.

Must be a month's rent here, huh?

- Look, stop it!

- I'm just curious, that's all.

- Well, you can't be tying him up like this.

- Yeah, you seem pretty tied up with him before.

Who was it, huh?

Just, just tell me.

What was it?

Was it his money, his power, his job?

What?

I'm, I'm interested.

- It was just sex, Billy.

I never should have.

(Bill chuckling)

This is not funny.

This isn't funny, this is wrong.

(footsteps tapping)

(Jessica sighing)

- It isn't wrong, Jess.

Plenty of things are wrong.

This is not one of them.

I need you to help me.

(lips smacking)

(Jessica panting)

(lips smacking)

(Jessica panting)

(bed rustling)

Baby, you're looking particularly voluptuous tonight.

- Remember when we first met?

- Tell me.

(soft suspenseful music)

There was this terrible accident.

Two cars collided.

- There was blood everywhere.

- I was terrified.

- You were shaking.

Little beads of sweat, clean between your breasts.

- You took me by the arm.

You told me I needed a drink.

- You did.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- You wanted to take me to dinner, but I was already late.

A wealthy Moroccan was waiting for me.

Moroccan took me dancing.

His cologne was so strong

that it really made me dizzy.

Some of his friends showed up

and the champagne was being poured, and we were laughing,

and then you came over to the table.

- The laughter subsided.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- You asked me to dance,

and the Moroccan got angry.

You threatened him.

- [Bill] Yes.

- They had to take you before the local court the next day.

- [Bill] I threw myself on the mercy of that court.

Pleaded innocent by reason of insanity.

- Oh.

(Jessica moaning) (lips smacking)

You told me you were insane

from the first moment you let eyes on me.

- [Bill] I knew what I was doing.

- You told me that you loved me and would always love me.

That was your promise to me,

(Arthur grunts)

that you'd love me for the rest of my life.

(lips smacking) (Jessica moaning)

(Arthur grunting)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(both moaning) (lips smacking)

- Hey.

Are you hungry?

(both grunting)

(Bill chuckling) (lips smacking)

All right, now, would you like some Chinese food?

- Yeah, it sounds great.

(lips smacking)

(hand tapping)

(horn honking)

(bed rustling)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(door creaks and thuds)

(door creaks)

Bill, can you come here a minute?

Bill.

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

(Jessica sighs)

What are we gonna do about Arthur?

We can't just keep him here.

- Why not?

- I'm not kidding, Bill.

- Then neither am I.

(Jessica sighs)

- We could go to prison for this.

- We could.

(chuckles) I thought we won't.

(Jessica sighs)

But I think you've gotta relax.

(lips smacking)

Come on.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks and creaks)

(footsteps tapping)

(keys jingling)

(door clicking)

(keys jingling)

(door clatters)

(horn honking)

(knuckles rapping)

Excuse me.

(footsteps tapping) (keys jingling)

Can I borrow a few bucks?

- Sure.

- Great.

(clothes rustling)

- No, in my jacket pocket.

It's right there in my jacket pocket.

Right there on the right, inside.

Yep.

- Ah, you freaking loaded, Arthur.

Is 20 okay?

- Sure.

(money rustling) (horn honking)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, please. (Bill shushing)

No, I can't take it. - Huh?

Arthur? - No, take it out, please.

No.

(Arthur groaning)

- You wanted to know about these, right?

(photos thudding)

We should talk.

(hand taps)

(footsteps tapping)

Egg rolls fried rice, good for you?

Don't go anywhere.

- No, don't do this, please, don't leave me.

No, don't, don't go.

We don't need (mumbles), just.

No, don't, don't do this.

(door creaks and thuds)

(Arthur grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(horns honking)

(vehicle engines revving)

(door clicking)

(door clatters)

- You're still here?

- Please get this off me.

(Arthur mumbling)

- What's that? (Arthur mumbling)

You're hungry?

- Please get this off me.

Please get this off me.

(Arthur exhales and shivers)

- You're such a baby, Arthur.

(pensive music)

You hungry?

There.

Mm, mm, mm.

Come on, hey.

(Arthur grunts)

Hey, I got this food for you.

And you were gonna eat it one way or the other.

(suspenseful music)

Eat it.

Eat it.

Eat it.

(Arthur spits)

What fuck did I buy it for anyway?

- Why are you doing this to me, Bill?

- Because I like you, Arthur.

(suspenseful music continues)

Hell, (chuckles softly) we both like you.

- Then, why are you terrorizing me?

(footsteps tapping)

What's the plan here, Bill?

(Bill blows)

My father built that.

Guess what my father did for a living?

- He was a sailor.

- No, he was a baker.

He stood in front of an oven all day long,

just wasting away.

Fucking jerk.

My brother, his first mate in the Merchant Marines.

Open sea, Arthur.

That's freedom.

- That's great.

That's great.

Can I go home now, Bill?

(soft pensive music)

Bill, what's the plan here?

- The way I understand it, Arthur,

is that, uh, you and your lovely wife

live in a, uh, big house in a Scarsdale

or Larchmont or something like that, right?

You just stop me if I'm barking up the wrong tree here.

But I don't think that she is gonna like

any of these photos.

I mean, sure, the use of negative space, it's nice,

but I think the content might upset her.

(soft suspenseful music)

- This was a setup, huh?

You and Jessica?

- No, Arthur.

No, it was just me.

Jessica thought I was away.

She really wanted to talk about business.

And then, of course, she really wanted to fuck you,

but I don't.

So I'd like to offer you a deal.

You give me a loan, and I give you these glossies.

What do you say?

(gentle rock music)

- A loan?

- Yeah, I'm not greedy, Arthur.

Just $300,000.

Just enough to put a down payment on a sailboat,

so I can charter cruises for rich fucks like you.

- Bill, I would like to help you out.

I mean, I would, and I, I would,

but I don't have that kind of money.

- Arthur, please.

You must have that much in your checking account alone.

- No, no, Bill, I don't have it.

I don't have that kind of money, I don't.

Besides, my wife won't go for it.

She'll know it's a setup, she won't buy it.

(Bill chuckling)

(gentle rock music)

- She will buy it, and she will divorce you.

And then, you'll lose your job

because you work for her daddy.

- Fuck you.

- Let's see what your bank has to say about poverty.

(footsteps tapping)

(case clicks)

(papers rustling)

Hey, Arthur.

Come on.

Let's take a ride down the information superhighway.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Yo, Jessica.

Hey, how you doing?

Where's my little buddy, Arthur?

I heard the big date was tonight.

- Big date?

(scoffs) Listen, the big date was business.

- How the hell can you only have $75,000

in your bank account?

(Arthur panting)

- Look, Bill, okay, please.

I mean, I-I'll help you get a bank loan or something.

I really will, and I can do that, I can help you.

But please, you're gonna wipe me out.

(pen scratching)

Oh, please, come on.

- You make this back in no time.

(pen clatters)

I'll pay you back.

I really will.

Once the boat is profitable,

hell, I-I'll even pay you back compounding interest.

(Arthur sighing)

Sign it, please.

(soft suspenseful music)

Sign it, Arthur!

(pen scratching)

- Aw!

(Arthur groaning softly)

- Sorry about yelling like that.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(check rustling)

(Bill chuckling)

(check rustling)

(Bill chuckling)

Let's have a drink.

I would like a drink.

You know, this money is gonna do us much more good

than it ever would have done you.

(liquor sloshing)

(bottle and glasses clinking)

(Bill sighs)

To new beginnings.

(glasses clink)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Arthur groans)

(Bill chuckling)

(Bill sips)

What if I were to tell you

that it's been over six months

since Jessica and I have made love?

(chuckles) Not because we didn't try, because we did.

Nothing worked, nothing went right until tonight

with you here.

What'd you say?

- I would say

that that happens to lots of guys.

- Has it happened to you?

- Has it happened to me?

No.

It's never happened to me.

But I know that it's normal.

- So, you said I'm normal.

- Sure.

You're normal.

You're perfectly normal, Bill.

- You're damn right I'm normal.

(footsteps tapping)

You know, the first two years we lived in this apartment,

we spent the whole time in bed.

Making love.

We never left the room.

We used to call in the work sick,

say we had the flu or influenza or a scarlet fever.

(chuckles) We didn't care.

We didn't eat.

And we didn't care about time.

- You can get the report straight from me, okay?

We had a very lovely time.

Arthur went home.

Good night.

(gentle jazz music)

- I think it's gonna work out 'cause, I mean,

looks like things are getting better already.

- I am so glad that you said that.

(chair clatters)

Because

realizing that I really need a friend.

We both need a friend.

(door clicks)

(door clatters)

(door thuds)

- [Jessica] Sorry, I took so long.

- Oh, that's okay.

Gave us time to, uh, get to know each other a little better.

A few drinks, a few laughs.

- Good.

Because this moron from the office cornered me.

You were supposed to go meet John if things didn't go well?

- Jess, this guy knows he's here?

- Yeah, it's no problem.

I told him that Arthur and I had a very nice dinner

and then Arthur went home.

And now, it's just you and I all alone.

(lips smacking)

- So, everything's all right now?

(paper bag rustling)

- Everything is fine.

(footsteps tapping)

- You enjoying yourself, Arthur?

- Can I go home now, Bill?

I wanna go home.

- I'm sorry, Arthur.

I can't catch your check until Monday.

In the meantime, it's nice to have a friend.

(footsteps tapping)

Hey, Jess!

Jess, you want me in there?

- I'm fine.

(door clicks and creaks)

- Are you sick or something?

- No, why don't you come in for a minute?

(door clatters)

I'm doing an ovulation predictor test.

- Now?

(Jessica scoffs)

- Now that we're having sex again,

I wanna make sure that I can get pregnant tonight.

- Come on, Jess.

- What?

- What?

(tongue clicks)

(Bill sighs) - Bill, wait.

What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

(door clicks and clatters)

(door thuds)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Jessica sighs)

(footsteps tapping)

- Ice cream?

What are we doing?

- Jessica, (sighs) I'm getting a little scared here, okay?

Can you untie the ropes, please?

- Look, Arthur, everything is gonna be okay, I promise.

- [Arthur] Jessica, please, just untie them.

- I can't do that.

- Yes, you can. - No, I can't.

- Yes, you can.

- I can't do that.

- Why not?

- Because I don't want to.

- Jessica, you have to want to.

You're a normal person like me.

Will you please just untie these ropes?

- I can't, we need you here.

Arthur.

Look, everything is gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be over soon.

Okay?

Come on, have, have some ice cream.

(Jessica sighs) - You could always adopt.

- Well, I'm glad you've been paying attention.

(liquor sloshes)

(bottle thuds)

You want some?

- Yes.

- Arthur, did you know that

about one out of every six pregnancies ends in miscarriage?

- Yeah, I think I heard that.

- Bill hadn't.

He thought it was all his fault

that we shouldn't have had sex while I was pregnant.

(chuckles) What do you think about that?

(Jessica sighs)

So what about you?

- What?

- Why don't you tell me

how you rose to become the boss's son-in-law?

- If I tell you about my life, will you let me go?

- Uh, why don't you let me tell it?

You find the perfect firm.

You marry the boss' daughter, become VP.

(Jessica scoffs)

I-I bet you had the whole thing planned for years.

- Actually, that's not true at all.

After college, I thought about going to graduate school

to study Victorian poetry.

I had won a, a major writing award in college.

It was called the Himmelman Award.

And it brought a cash prize of 65 cents.

This was not much of an incentive for a career in the arts.

So, here I am.

- Maybe I could read some of your stuff sometime.

- It's mostly garbage.

- I bet you she doesn't think so.

- Who?

- Your wife.

I bet she thinks you're wonderful.

- [Arthur] Well, she wasn't much of a critic.

- Bullshit.

(footsteps tapping)

Bullshit.

She's the only one that matters.

(glass thuds)

- Jessica, can you untie these?

Your boyfriend tied them too tight.

Jessica?

Jessica?

(chair thuds)

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Jessica sighs)

(door clicks)

Jessica, can you untie me, huh?

Just one arm.

Jessica?

Just one arm, please. (Jessica sighs)

- Arthur, can't we talk about something else?

Maybe your writing or your career, anything.

- Jessica, no, we can't.

Look, I can't move here, I can't even move, okay?

- Please, Arthur.

- No, Jessica, please, come on, please.

- Shut up! - I can't stay here.

I can't stay here at all day.

I can't, I can't take it anymore.

- Just shut up! - I can't stay here

just so he can get it up.

- Arthur, just shut up, just shut up, just shut up!

- Well, it's hard.

It's hard, Miss Hill, to be trapped in a room

with a couple of gun-wielding perverts.

- Well, Mr. Wilkins,

you won't have to endure much more of this, okay?

Because pretty soon, you can leave here,

you can go back to your boring existence,

and your boring little wife.

- How dare you call my wife boring?

She's intelligent, she's sensitive, she's beautiful,

she's everything that you're not.

- Fuck you!

- No, fuck you, Miss Hill!

Fuck you!

(Jessica chuckling)

You wouldn't understand anything about our relationship.

- Oh, what about your relationship would I not understand?

What's so different?

- Nothing.

There's nothing different about it.

There's nothing different or weird or twisted.

It's just two people who care about each other.

- (chuckles) Oh, come on, Arthur.

Is that why you came to my apartment tonight?

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

- How? (crowd cheering)

Holy cow, it's another home run!

(switch clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

Baby, I love you.

I'm sorry I got angry.

I'm really glad you wanna get pregnant.

(bouquet rustles)

- Oh, I love you too, Billy.

- Baby, you are looking particularly voluptuous

this evening.

Maybe you think I'm lying,

but I would not lie about a thing like that.

(lips smacking)

(both moaning)

Hey, Art, nothing like a nice wet kiss, huh?

A nice wet kiss from a beautiful woman.

(chair rattles)

Isn't she beautiful?

Isn't she, how beautiful she is?

You know, from the, the moment we met,

I had an aching because I found her so painfully beautiful.

The most beautiful woman on the face of this earth.

Isn't she beautiful, Arthur?

- Billy, the test was positive.

(both chuckling)

- Baby, I love you more than is humanly possible.

I would go to hell for you

and I would let the devil scrape out my soul

with his fingernails.

(lips smacking)

(Jessica chuckles)

(lips smack)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Jessica sighs)

(lips smacking)

(both moaning)

(Jessica chuckles)

(lips smacking)

(Jessica chuckling)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(both panting)

(Jessica moaning)

(Jessica chuckling)

(Jessica moaning and panting)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(Jessica moans)

(lips smacking)

(both moaning and panting)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(lips smacking) (both moaning)

(rope rustling)

(Arthur sighs)

(Arthur panting)

(rope rustling)

(floor creaking)

(keys jingling)

- Sit down in the chair, Arthur.

Arthur, you can't go yet.

- No, no.

You won't shoot me.

You can't.

You two can't touch each other without me.

- I don't wanna hurt you, Arthur,

but I will if you don't sit down in that chair.

- No, you won't, you can't.

- Arthur!

Arthur!

(door clicks)

(gunshot bangs) (door clatters)

(body thuds)

Shit, that's loud.

(dog barking)

- Nice shot.

(footsteps tapping)

- Thanks.

- Somebody's gonna call the cops.

- Yeah, we better get out of here.

(footsteps tapping)

- How did he get out of that?

I tied a double hitch knot.

I feel kind of sorry for him, you know?

- I know you do, Billy,

but I didn't force him to come, did I?

I mean, he came because he wanted to.

- That's true.

- He has a wife and he still came.

- She's probably gonna come looking for him soon.

We should get out of here.

(door clicks and creaks)

- Go.

(door clatters)

(door clicks and creaks)

- Start the car.

Open the car.

(footsteps tapping)

- [Jessica] Bill.

- Get it the car. - I don't have the keys.

I don't have the keys.

(Bill stammers)

- Fuck.

(vehicle engines revving)

Oh, shit.

(body thuds)

(Jessica gasps)

Start the car, start the car.

Start the car! (alarms blaring)

(dogs barking)

Start the car.

- [Jessica] Okay.

(car door thuds)

(Bill groaning) (dogs barking)

(car engine sputters)

You need help? - I got it.

Go.

Start the car.

Start the car.

- [Jessica] It's already started.

(Bill grunting)

Let's go.

- I got it.

(Bill grunting)

- Get it in the car. - Okay.

(car door thuds)

Shit, shit.

Oh, shut your dogs off, it's nothing.

- [Arthur] I'm alive.

- Of course, you are, you fainted.

Blanks in a gun. (car door clicks)

- Go to bed.

Shit.

(car door thuds)

(Arthur groans)

(car engine revving)

(car engines revving)

♪ Old kidnapper had a farm

♪ E-I-E-I-O

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa

♪ And on that farm he had some pigs ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-O

- Shut up.

♪ With a policeman here and a policeman there ♪

♪ Here's a cop, there a cop

- Oh, God.

(Arthur sighs)

So, we're going on a family vacation, huh?

Are we going on a family vacation?

I think we are going on a family vacation, Bill.

Don't you think- - Would you shut up?

- How much longer?

When are we gonna get there?

I have to go to the bathroom.

(Jessica chuckling)

How much longer?

How much longer?

- Would you shut up?

- Just call me Junior. (chuckling)

You know, this could really fuck me up, you know?

Watching Mom and Dad sex it up.

- Come on, Arthur, why don't you relax?

Take it easy, have a drink.

(Arthur groans)

- Oh, my God.

You've crossed state lines with a hostage

and an open bottle of booze.

The feds are gonna be after us, the FBI.

I'm talking about that's the real thing, Jessica.

The real thing.

You, Billy.

Billy Boy.

♪ Oh, Billy Boy

Ow!

(gentle jazz music)

Ow!

(car engine revving)

(gentle jazz music continues)

(car door clicks)

- Come on, get up.

Come on.

(car door thuds)

- Billy!

(footsteps tapping)

(body thuds) (both groan)

- Are you trying to make me look bad?

(door thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

You sit.

- Ow!

- Yeah.

- Ah.

Aw.

- It's not, it's not broken.

Put your feet together.

(gentle jazz music)

- Can you not do it so tight?

- Oh, no, it's too tight?

Okay, I'll do it.

You let me know when it's loose enough, okay?

- [Arthur] Forget it, forget it, forget it.

(curtain rattling)

(woman singing indistinctly)

(Bill grunts)

- Bill, let me look at that cut.

- That's okay.

That's good, that's good, thank you.

(lips smack)

(Jessica grunts)

(Jessica grunts and chuckles)

(both chuckling) (Arthur coughs)

(Jessica whooping and chuckling)

(Jessica screams)

(both laughing and grunting)

I gotta go to the gas station

and get something for this chin.

(lips smack) (Jessica chuckles)

- Hurry back.

- I love you, baby.

(lips smack)

(air whooshes)

(Jessica chuckles)

(Bill chuckling)

(door clicks and thuds)

- (sighs) Let me fix you up.

- Jessica. - Mm?

- Why don't you just let me go?

I promise I won't get you in.

Aw, aw!

- Sorry.

Just-

- I promise I won't get you in any trouble.

- Put your head back to stop the bleeding.

Arthur, I want you to know that you've

(sighs) you've changed our lives immeasurably.

There you go. - Ah, aw.

- And I'm really grateful.

- Let's just go away, huh?

And forget about this whole thing.

- And I wanna thank you too because, you know, now.

Hey, I may become pregnant. (chuckles)

- Do you really wanna have a family with him, huh?

I mean, you deserve somebody calm.

Somebody normal, Jess.

- He is normal, Arthur.

Actually, he's really quite loving.

And he's gonna be a great father.

Great father.

And he's gonna have his boat.

- Oh, yeah.

The boat.

Let me ask you, Jess,

where do you and a child fit in with the boat?

- It'll work out great.

I can handle all the business.

And babies love water, you know?

Bet your wife knows that.

They love water.

Does she wanna have children?

- Who?

- Your wife.

♪ No, I can't

- We stopped talking about things like that a long time ago.

- Really?

Is that why you cheat on her?

I'm sorry.

(footsteps tapping)

I'm sorry, I.

Arthur.

You're gonna go home soon.

Okay, Arthur.

On Monday, Bill will cash your check.

And then you can go home

and you can give your wife a big hug. (chuckles)

And maybe I'll get pregnant.

(lips smack)

And,

and maybe you can have a second chance, too.

(Jessica chuckles softly)

- Jess, let me ask you something.

- What?

- After I'm gone?

- Yeah?

- Do you really think that Bill will be able to.

You know.

Without me?

(door clicking)

(door clatters)

- Man!

Did I find a great supermarket down the way?

(paper bags rustling)

(handcuffs clicking)

Look at these. (chuckling)

(handcuffs clatter)

- Extensive inventory.

- Hey, we're in Motel Heaven here.

- Love's many faces.

(handcuff clicking)

(Arthur groans) - Too tight?

- Just my size.

- Good, because I would hate for you to be uncomfortable.

Listen.

Baby, here's the deal.

Monday, we call in sick.

(glass thuds)

All right?

Tuesday, we call in sick.

Forget about it, the whole week, we call in sick.

We'll tell 'em we have the flu or influenza.

Or scarlet fever. (chuckles)

- Bill?

- Yes?

- What about me?

Do I call in sick, too?

- No.

You.

Shut up.

(bullets clattering)

(gun clicking) (suspenseful music)

How are you feeling, sweetheart?

- I'm okay.

- Good.

(gun clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

(gun clicks)

Okay, let's go.

- Where are you going?

- Where are we going?

- I wanna go.

- No, I don't wanna go.

(footsteps tapping)

I don't wanna go.

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(bell clanging)

(car engine revving)

(soft suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

(car door thuds)

(car door clicks)

- Come on, get out.

Come on.

- All right, all right.

All right, Bill.

(car door thuds)

- Walk.

(suspenseful music)

(engines revving)

(footsteps tapping)

(gun cocks)

Walk.

Arthur, walk.

(footsteps tapping)

Don't make me say it again, Arthur.

Walk. (suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(Bill screaming)

(Bill chuckles)

Oh, that feels great.

Go ahead, do it.

- Why?

- Why?

Because it relieves tension.

I do it all the time.

Go ahead, go ahead, try one.

- No.

You'll shoot me.

(Bill chuckles)

- What would be the logic in that?

- [Arthur] Because if I scream,

my screams will cover the gunshot.

(Bill chuckles)

- You have a very good imagination.

(horn honking)

- You took me out here to kill me, right, Bill?

- I'm not gonna kill you, Arthur, unless you want me to.

I'm gonna cast that check, and then you're out of here.

But if you ever tell anyone about this,

or if I ever see you again,

or if I ever hear from you again,

then I will definitely kill you, Arthur.

Do you understand me?

- Yes.

- Good.

(Arthur screaming)

(gentle rock music)

(objects clattering)

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

- Oh, my God.

(Jessica sighs)

- [Arthur] Are you all right?

- [Bill] Go in the chair.

- [Arthur] She's sick, Bill.

- Sit!

(blanket rustles)

Jess, you all right?

Babe, you all right?

Jess, you look terrible.

(handcuffs clicking)

- [Jessica] Billy.

Billy, I need you to do me a little favor.

- Sure, anything.

- I sort of have a craving.

- You do?

- Yeah.

Yeah, for an apple pie.

(chuckles) We have vanilla ice cream.

I'd really love some apple pie.

- Now?

- That's okay, I can get it myself.

- No, no, I'll get it.

I'll get it for you.

- Thanks.

I am really tired.

(footsteps tapping)

I love you, Billy.

- I love you, too.

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(blanket rustling)

(footsteps tapping)

(handcuffs clicking)

- Damn it.

(handcuffs clicking)

You don't have much time to escape.

- Time to escape?

(handcuffs clicking)

- There, that's it.

- That's it?

- Hurry, Arthur, go!

(footsteps tapping)

- Jessica.

- Hurry!

(door clicks)

- Jessica, come with me.

- [Jessica] Get out of here, I'm letting you go.

- [Arthur] No, I can be decent.

We can be decent together.

- You're proposing that you and I run off together?

(chuckles) You still want me even after all this?

(footsteps tapping)

- Yes.

(footsteps tapping)

(door thuds)

(objects clatter)

(footsteps tapping)

(handcuffs clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

- What are you doing?

Arthur, don't you wanna be free?

- Yes, Jessica.

I do.

- (sighs) Well, then go!

Go back to your wife and your job and your house.

- I can be free with you.

We can be free together.

(Jessica scoffs)

- You don't even know what you have.

(door clicking)

(door clatters)

(handcuffs clicking)

(door thuds)

- Apple pie.

(footsteps tapping)

- Great, thanks.

(zipper rasping)

Wow, it looks great.

Would you like some pie, Arthur?

(shoes thudding)

- Yes, please.

- You're gonna let him go?

- He doesn't wanna go, Billy.

- You asked him?

- I'm really tired, okay?

I-I just wanna go to sleep.

(footsteps tapping)

(shoe thuds)

- So you wanna stay with us, Arthur?

(Bill chuckling)

Good boy.

(Bill grunts)

(Bill chuckling)

(Bill chuckling)

- Tell us a poem, Arthur.

- A poem?

- Yeah.

One of your favorites.

- Let's see.

There'll be none of beauty's daughters

with a magic quite like thee.

(dramatic music)

And like music on the waters

is thy sweet voice to me.

When as if its sound were causing

the charmed oceans pausing,

the waves lie still and gleaming,

and the lulled winds

seem dreaming.

(gentle rock music)

- [Bill] Baby, you are looking

particularly voluptuous tonight.

And maybe you think I'm lying,

but I wouldn't lie about a thing like that.

- [Jessica] I know that, Billy.

(lips smacking)

(gentle rock music continues)

- What was that?

- What?

- [Bill] You winked at me.

- Billy.

- Why?

Why did you wink at me?

- I'm just doing my job, Bill.

- That's sick.

(gentle rock music continues)

- Billy.

Come here.

(lips smacking)

- She looks at him and she says,

"Poppy, can you put your glasses on

so I can see you better?"

- She needed his eyes so she could see.

Oh, that's great.

Kids are so great.

Kids are great. (chuckles)

- Great.

Is it checkmate yet?

- No, as a matter of fact, it's not.

(check piece thuds)

- Mm.

- Check.

- Painfully obvious who's winning.

(Bill sighs)

- You know, Arthur,

I don't think you understand the situation here.

We're not here for your entertainment.

That is not what's going on here.

(Bill sighs)

(chess king thuds)

(chess queen thuds)

- [Jessica] Checkmate.

- Finally.

(footsteps tapping)

- You still wanna be entertained, Arthur?

Huh, huh. - No, no, no, no, no.

- Billy.

- Should I shoot you in the head?

That would be entertaining. - Billy.

- No, no, would you find that more interesting

if I shot you through the fucking head, Arthur?

Would you?

- Billy. - Would you?

What?

(Jessica scoffs)

- Don't be such a bully.

- I'm not being a bully.

I'm trying to play chess.

I'm trying to relax.

Huh?

And these

(chess piece clatters)

constant comments

from the peanut gallery are breaking my concentration.

And I cannot win without my concentration.

So.

(objects clattering)

(Jessica screams) (table thuds)

(chess pieces clattering)

So you win.

I'm going to go pay for tonight.

Tomorrow I'm gonna cast a check and then we're out of here.

(Bill panting)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks and thuds)

(objects clatter)

- I'm sorry.

(object clatters)

- It's not your fault.

He can't stand a lose. (chuckles)

- I guess not.

(Arthur sighing)

(both chuckling)

Mm.

- It's really nice to have you as a friend again, Arthur.

- It's nice being your friend, Jess.

Look, let me just tell you,

when we were in your apartment

and we were kissing and everything, you know,

I just wanna tell you that, you know,

I felt, I don't take that casually.

- It was very nice.

(lips smack)

- So my marriage is over.

- What?

- We haven't lived together for, uh, eight months.

We haven't told anybody, you know, we kept it a secret.

We thought it would break her father's heart.

Then, he just find some excuse to fire me.

(Jessica chuckles softly)

- Arthur, I'm so sorry.

(soft suspenseful music)

- You wanna go away with me?

- Arthur. (sighs)

Arthur.

(Jessica sighs)

Where would we go?

(Jessica sighs)

- You mean, you'll go with me?

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(soft suspenseful music)

(bed rustling)

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

(door creaks and thuds)

(seagulls squawking)

(footsteps tapping)

(car door clicks)

(car door thuds)

(car engine sputters)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

(truck engine rumbles)

(car engine revving)

(suspenseful music continues)

(check ripping)

(car engine revving)

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

So, how does it feel to be a rich man, Bill?

- Great.

(key clinks)

(zipper rasps) - [Jessica] Bill.

- It's over, get out.

- [Arthur] What are you talking about?

- Uh, wait, I don't, I don't understand

what's going on here.

- [Bill] Unlock him.

Unlock him, please.

(footsteps tapping)

(handcuffs clicking)

- No, no, no, no.

- It's time to go, Artie.

(keys clatters)

Just go.

- No.

You both need me.

- 'Cause that's a thing, Arthur.

We don't really need you anymore.

Just go. - No.

- I don't believe this.

(footsteps tapping)

(door clicks)

Go!

(objects clatter)

Go!

(door thuds)

Let's go.

Arthur, please.

Arthur.

(body thudding) (bottles clinking)

- No, no, no.

No!

No, no, no, I don't wanna go!

I don't wanna go!

(Bill grunts)

I don't wanna go!

- [Jessica] No! (Arthur shouts)

- Give me the gun, Arthur. - No.

- [Jessica] Arthur, please.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

Jessica's coming with me.

Jess?

- No, Arthur.

- What do you mean?

No!

You want to!

- No, Arthur, I'm sorry.

- [Arthur] No!

- No. - Arthur.

Arthur, give me that gun and go home.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, I don't have a home.

I got nothing.

(Bill panting)

- This is stupid, Arthur.

(Bill panting)

What's your plan, Arthur?

(suspenseful music)

(Bill chuckling)

- Don't you laugh at me!

You're get in the chair!

Get in the fucking chair!

- Are you gonna shoot me, Arthur?

Huh?

Are you gonna shoot me?

Then do it!

Fucking shoot me, then, Arthur!

Do me a fucking favor!

Please!

(suspenseful music intensifies)

Give me that gun.

(gunshot bangs)

(Jessica screaming)

(body thuds)

(Jessica sobbing)

Baby, the devil has scraped out my soul with his fingernails

and I got nothing left to give you.

- [Jessica] Billy, don't you love me anymore?

- [Bill] Baby, I love you now.

And I love you always.

(door clicks)

I love you for the rest of my life.

- [Jessica] I love you too, Billy.

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(singer whooping)

(singer grunts)

(gentle music)

(singer grunts)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(singer grunts)

(gentle music continues)

(singer grunts)

(singer grunts)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)