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Love makes the world go round. Love makes my

pants come down.

Never, I say never give away what you can't afford and nobody can afford to

away love.

So if you want to make a date, and find a mate. Stay tuned, y 'all.

Hi, this is Jack.

I'm not home right now, so maybe you could call me back.

Jack, I was just... I don't know.

There's something weird about me.

I hear my friends talk and I read things and it's not like that for me.

Everybody seems to be doing it.

I don't know. I just want to know if I'm okay.

Jack, isn't it?

I'm a friend of Diane's, and she said I should get in touch, that, you know, you

might be able to accommodate me.

Anyway, I know the score.

I have to call again.

I'm in love with someone, Jack, and it is not my husband.

Oh, it is so hard to be a married woman these days, Jack.

It's never just sex, is it, Jack?

I mean, there's always something more involved.

It can never just be sex.

Hi, this is Jack.

How can I help?

Is that, um, Jack?

Jack? Sure.

What can I do for you?

I'm sorry.

Did I get you up?

Not yet.

No, I didn't mean that.

Hey, hey, hey, wait up.

Don't be embarrassed.

Do you still laugh?

It's just like a late -night radio phone.

Oh, sure.

Try me.

What's your name?

Summer.

Uh -huh.

It's my real name.

Okay, well, tell me something about a real summer.

What? I don't know. Tell me... Tell me what's on your mind right now. Right

Right this very second.

Right now, I feel like I'm just about the dumbest 18 -year -old in Santa

That's okay.

18, huh?

I'm the best -looking woman I've spoken to all day.

Yeah, like it's 9 in the morning. That doesn't make for big competition.

No, but it doesn't make you 18 either.

Whatever you want to say.

Okay, okay, I get it. Like, um, like I can be who, whoever.

Right. You can tell me whatever.

You're real, you're, you're nice.

Maybe.

So, what do we do next?

That's up to you.

You pick a day, I give you the address, we take it from there.

Okay. How much is it?

$2 .50 cash.

Oh, whoa.

I don't suppose there's a student rate?

In my hands, everyone learns something.

I hope so.

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I meant like, okay, Saturday.

How about Saturday, maybe?

Let me see.

It's 1720 Idaho.

Is three okay with you? Is that it? We've got a date?

We have an appointment.

Thank you.

Sex?

What does anybody know about sex?

I mean, my parents never told me anything.

Their single attempt at talking to me involved asking me if there was anything

didn't know.

To which I replied, I don't know.

And we left it at that.

First time I did it was a total disaster.

He only got in like an inch before it was all over.

I figured if I went all the way, you know, at least it would have bells on or

something.

How can anybody know anything about something nobody talks about?

Not even two people doing it together talk about it.

Hi.

Summer, right?

So you made it.

Are you gonna be okay?

Then, uh, I guess you can let go of my hand.

So what do we do next?

What do I do?

Anything.

It's up to you.

Okay. Like I pay whatever happens, right?

Right. Right.

Let's get on with it, then. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Why are you here?

I'm not just a kid.

I think it's important for me to know.

Yeah, well, I know what I'm doing.

Sure. If you don't, nobody else does.

I've thought about this, you know, a lot.

Hey, I'm not judging you, okay?

To be someone I don't know. You know, someone... Someone who won't go around

bragging about how he was my first.

My best friend spent hers on a piece of trash.

And I don't know about this thing.

You're not as good looking as I thought you'd be.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

They say you're the best, you know.

I know what they say.

Yeah, you come highly recommended.

Look, what a guy doesn't know can hurt me, you know. I just don't want to be

that dumb.

It's society's fault.

Naturally. Well, it is, because, you know, the girls are trying to be good,

guys are supposed to be, like, experienced, so they're all

trying to get experience with girls who are trying to be good.

Okay.

Mm -hmm. I mean, I don't blame them, you know. I mean, a 17 -year -old guy is

labeled a fruit if he is still a virgin, so...

He's under some heavy pressure to get his rocks off. You know, he's desperate

lay anything except the table for dinner.

So, you figure guys are trying to get experience at your expense?

Yeah. Yeah, like it's real static, you know, because all the guys

I know are in... Danger of catching diaper rash from.

And what about love?

Love.

It's not love.

And because it's free, you know, it's worse than a favor.

Once you do it with someone, you can't go back to holding hands. That's right.

That's exactly it.

So, what makes you think that I'm what you want?

I figured you'd get what you pay for.

I don't think you're truly that cynical.

I'm really nervous.

I know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.

The only rule of the game is... the condom.

This is the point of no return.

Before things get carried away, you bring up the subject.

Always. I'll go home, you hear?

Okay.

Hey, look at me.

Don't go down for me now.

Here, come on.

Go on.

Oh, God, it looks like a 1950s B -movie monster.

Okay.

Birthday money.

Not quite what your parents had in mind, huh?

Jack.

Do you ever, like, fall in love with clients?

No. You ever been in love?

Sure. Yeah.

Was she pretty?

Jack, can I see you again?

Anytime.

No, um... No, I mean, like, um... Nice compliment, but

it's just a job.

And I was getting like you.

Hey, Katie.

Hey.

It's okay.

Thumb around.

If you want to talk, go on.

You know I need you.

I need you to talk me down.

Are you there?

Oh, please, baby.

I could come right now.

All over my fingers.

Just talk to me. You know how I like it.

Are you there for me?

time I do coke on my own.

I'm home!

I know you don't mind.

Do you?

Sorry, I was just taking a leak.

Party pooper.

Tell me next time.

I'll come and hold it for you.

I like a girl who shows initiative.

I knew everything I've got.

You still surprise me, Barbara.

I hope what I brought in my bag surprised you.

Chad? Come on, then.

Nick?

I'm ready for dessert now.

Let's see what you brought me this week.

Oh, Jack.

That's you finished.

Not quite.

Oh, no.

Next time, will you throw in a leg wax for the same price?

So, can I stay this time?

I don't sleep on the job.

Or drink.

You know the answer.

Don't you want to wake up with a warm, soft woman beside you?

Only one I really care about.

No offense taken.

Just in case you were wondering.

Is there one?

Well?

Women ask so many questions.

She's very lucky.

Well, maybe she doesn't think so.

Who is it?

Hello, Jack.

Michelle.

I'm surprised.

You could say that.

Uh, can I come in?

So, uh...

What's new?

Everything.

And you?

I, uh... I don't know where to begin.

Try at the beginning.

You were there.

You look really good, Jack.

Yeah, well, I work out now.

so are you pleased to see me you should have called i

didn't have your number although i hear it's widely available

so you know what i do

Let's not do this.

Do what?

Hate each other.

What are they like?

Who? The women that come to you.

Ordinary. How do they know about you?

By recommendation.

Are they?

Most of them just want to talk.

About what?

Their relationships.

You must be quite an expert by now.

I think you learn from your own mistakes.

Don't you find them sad?

No.

Why are you...

Doing this.

That's none of your business anymore.

You were worth so much more. So much you left me. No, I left the man you became.

Oh, and who was that?

Different from the man I fell in love with.

Don't.

Tell me why.

Why now?

Or why then?

I don't know.

Are you coming back?

Back to what?

Away from this.

And then?

Be the teacher you always wanted to be.

You've got it all worked out.

It's not impossible.

A teacher, huh?

Oh, him.

The guy who's got no status.

No earning power.

The one who doesn't move in the right circles. Doesn't have influential

et cetera, et cetera.

Is that the one you mean?

It's who you are.

No. No!

You're wrong.

You say, who is that? Oh, that's Jack from next door.

Oh, what is he? He's a bright young professor of philosophy.

A job title, so what?

To me, that was something complicated. By Ph .D., campus politics and research

papers, right up to my butt, worth as much as 250 sheets for old two -ply

paper.

Oh, and oh, yes, occasionally the students get in the way, and you've got

You're gonna stand up and babble at him.

God damn it.

I did everything for you.

For us.

For the all -important future.

Yes, you did do everything.

Except ask me what I wanted.

I... Gave you everything.

And then you took it away.

Chloe.

You took my control of my life away from me.

So who was I with then?

Who was it enjoying the academic social life?

The big names on the party list, huh?

There was nothing I could do.

Is that a problem?

God damn you.

You're doing a fine job.

Why don't you just hold the door open for me?

I don't recall sending you an invitation to come back into my life.

Oh, I'll leave if that's what you want. No.

Leave if that's what you want.

I am not responsible for this.

I don't hold you... responsible.

That's what you do, isn't it?

Go on.

Hi, uh... Can I talk to Jack? Not right now. Can you, uh... Can you get back to

me? I just have to deal with something.

Hi, this is Jack. How can I help you? Hi, Jack.

Can I see you next week? Let me go see.

No, it looks like I'm right out of time.

Why don't you give me a call next week and I'll see what I can do.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Believe me, I'm sorry too.

To live and die in Aristotle's works.

Hell, we used to be at it like two dogs in season.

We'd book into a motel room and we'd go for seven hours straight at a time.

I mean, I'd limp out of that motel room.

And now... Zip.

Nothing. I mean, how can you not blame yourself when you go from seven hours

straight to nothing?

It doesn't matter what he says.

First it's one thing, then another.

It doesn't matter how many times I try to change those things or do them

different.

There's always another thing.

He says, I always want to do it right in the middle of a Raiders game.

If it's not the Raiders, then it's the Dodgers.

Well, actually, it's any sport that's on.

And we got cable and satellite and all the regular channels pumping up the

into the tube.

You can find it on TV anytime.

I mean, it's like he's not heard of videotape.

Look, I don't mean that sex is the main thing.

It only becomes the main thing when there's no thing of it.

When it's not happening.

His lack of emotion makes me feel like a cheap one -nighter.

I mean, I don't understand.

If I'm his wife and he says he loves me, why can't he satisfy my needs?

Ain't you just a little curious how come I'm married ladies here at night?

You have your reasons.

I've never done this before, you know.

You're a virgin, then.

Hell no. I've got three kids.

I love sex.

Do you change your sheets?

I know, I know.

I'm such a housewife.

It's the truth.

Marriages may be made in heaven, but beds are made here on Earth.

By women like me.

I got married because it made it okay.

To have sex?

Yes.

I see it's working out.

How can you expect a man who can't find that big laundry basket in the corner of

the room to even begin to locate a teeny weeny little bitty clit?

Does my language offend you?

No. I don't talk like this at home.

Why not?

The kids.

Well.

My husband's the sort.

Well, if I had any suggestions, he's up there saying, who's doing this, you or

me?

Hell, sometimes.

I don't even know if he's fucking me or masturbating.

What do you do?

Fake it. What do you think?

Is that a good thing?

It's a lost cause.

He thinks if he tunes my nipples in like two dials on a radio, I have an orgasm.

Why do you do it?

To get it over with.

It's okay to like sex.

Oh, really?

He'd think I was a whore.

You talk to him?

Well, it's not that I won't talk to him. It's that he won't listen.

Um, is that the only problem?

Oh, no.

But the lack of sex in a marriage leads to other problems.

Because if you believe he's withholding sex from you, then you tell yourself all

these reasons why it's happening.

And?

I've got unbearable cellulite.

My cooking's lousy.

Or did I do the right thing 11 years ago?

What? By marrying him?

Oh, yeah.

All that goes through your mind because you think there's something terribly

wrong with you.

Sex is a very validating experience.

For me.

I can't speak for anyone else.

Sure.

It's a way of communicating.

What do you fantasize about during sex?

I don't fantasize when I'm having sex.

Frankly, there isn't time.

Oh, my goodness.

Tell me what you want.

In bed?

Sure. Oh, hell.

I want all that kissy, huggy kind of stuff.

Giggling.

I want the passion.

Experimenting. Lusting.

Sharing.

But most of all...

I want to overflow.

Over and over.

In other words, I want a lot more than I'm getting at home.

I'm sorry.

I'm boring you.

No, I was... You reminded me of somebody.

Consider divorcing him. Twice.

One. Just because of the sex.

The only reason.

It's the only reason.

Oh, that feels good.

I hope you don't think I'm being disloyal.

I'd hate you to think that.

It doesn't matter what I think.

But it does.

I'm not a cold person.

I know.

Did have an affair.

I suppose to prove I was still attractive to others. Or to recapture my

youth. What happened?

When? Oh!

He couldn't last long.

Wasn't as good looking as my husband.

Hardly creative.

You know, he wasn't that big.

And...

I don't know why I bothered with him.

The risk of being found out and jeopardizing my marriage.

And for what?

A lousy fuck.

It's just that sex is my story, too.

I want to participate.

And that seems to be creating a whole new script.

That was some button pushing.

Maybe your husband could. Please.

Truth is, I'm supposed to do all the initiating when... If...

We did it

every day for a while.

And then it turned into three times a week.

And then it just dwindled until it...

How did that happen?

You miss a night, and soon it's a week, and before long it's two weeks, and then

before long it's a month.

A month.

Then how long?

Longer. What then? I actually tried scheduling sex into the week so it would

happen.

What? You marked the calendar?

No.

We'd have our days.

I'd get sex on my days.

He didn't have to. I'm his.

But that lasted about a week.

I spent the first three years of my married life pregnant.

You must have been doing something right.

That was the problem.

It seemed like we were getting it right every time.

I think he began to see me more as a mother than a wife.

And you don't have sex with Mommy.

Yeah, right.

Unless the kids are sucked out and they aren't sexy anymore.

Yes, they are.

Why don't you try taking some time out, you know?

Phone off the hook.

Shipping the kids out, maybe.

Right.

The other night, the excuse was he had a sour stomach and he was afraid he'd

throw up.

Hi, Jack.

How can I help?

Jack.

Michelle.

I was just... Go ahead.

I just wanted to apologize.

Accepted.

Well, that was all, really.

Michelle.

Would you like dinner?

To friends, maybe.

I like that.

Babe?

Sure.

I have nothing to hide from you any longer.

What were you hiding before?

Almost everything, I guess.

You're hiding that from yourself.

Phil! I hope I'm not interrupting anything this evening.

Michelle.

You ever mix business with pleasure?

They always get around to asking that.

Sorry.

No.

If you answer.

And, uh, that when you beat an afford to person minimum.

Oh, you're talking as though it were yesterday.

It's been 18 months.

18 months.

You and I have changed.

You know, I have to.

What?

About this.

There wasn't much point to anything when you weren't around any longer.

This was all an accident.

I met this guy.

An escort.

He did okay.

I wasn't really serious and one night I got really loaded.

The money was on the table in the morning.

After that, everyone is a friend of a friend.

It's all very innocent.

Pro -form.

It seemed easier than...

It has a transience.

Those last grains of rice.

I'm going to miss you. You've got to have.

We all want what's hard to get.

Sometimes they're the only things worth having.

Never seems important at the time.

Do you remember the day we found that?

We have some good memories.

We used to go there to get away.

We used to go there and be together.

What are we doing?

Do you know what a half -life is?

I'm sure I soon will.

It's the time during which a radioactive substance loses half its power.

Come again.

Let's say uranium has a half -life of a hundred years.

That means it'll take a hundred years for its power to decrease by half.

Nothing can alter that.

Some things have a half -life of nearly forever.

Are you saying that's what we have?

I'm just saying that some things can't be changed.

They just are.

Can we control it?

We can try.

I don't know.

Becoming romantic with time, Jack.

This isn't good.

Should we be doing this?

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

I just know that it's not right.

It's not fair.

Michelle, I... It's okay, Jack.

Don't say anything you'll regret.

We deserve more.

Michelle.

Hi. Oh, hi.

You must be Alan.

You cancel a couple of times.

Problems?

You're not a big talker, are you?

I didn't realize I was here to talk.

Most women do.

What about?

Their husbands, usually.

You have some interesting books.

How's this?

The Man Who Sold His Soul to the Devil.

We've all sold something.

For demure.

For lack of something better.

I thought you didn't want to talk.

I don't.

Sorry, I can't do this Dear

Your

lucky day

Thank

you what for

Understanding. I don't.

Well, it's a long and a very tedious story.

I'm not sure that this is the time or the place.

Sometimes we're so afraid we don't see things for what they are.

I better go.

No, Alan, wait.

No, really, I'm coming.

You loved him very much.

Ian left me last year.

I'm sorry.

Now I'm alone.

I miss him.

I knew it would happen.

We both did, but... Just when it happened... I wasn't really ready. He

young.

You want to tell me?

We met in... In 69.

I was 19 and... Been on vacation in London for the summer.

There was a...

It was some concert in Hyde Park, and just about everybody in the whole world

was there.

He strolled right up to me, and he asked me to dance right there in the open

outside.

Imagine that.

Of course, there were lots of people dancing, but he asked me, and I felt

so special.

From that moment on, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with that man.

It sounds crazy nowadays, but... We were like teenagers for the next ten years.

And then, uh... Well,

at first he would get dizzy.

I told him to go to the doctor.

The day they diagnosed...

Well, we didn't even know what MS was. They had to explain it.

You don't die of it. It's just terminal.

What the difference is, somebody really ought to tell me now.

Slowly, he got worse over the years.

He couldn't move at all. He'd stare at the wall day in, day out.

I had to do everything for him.

He couldn't look at me.

He was always that big, beautiful bear I saw that day in London.

He lay there with a single tear rolling down his cheek.

And he said to me,

Ellen, I want to kill myself.

If you love me, please don't try to stop me.

I will never forget how I felt.

He died in my arms.

I held him like a baby all night.

I told him everything's going to be all right.

I love him.

I miss Ian.

So, that's where I come in.

Someone to hold you.

We guess so.

Do you really think this is what he would want for you?

Do you really think that he'd want you here with me?

This is a betrayal of love being here.

I know what I'm talking about.

You have so much love. He'd want you to find someone to give it to.

I don't want to love somebody else. I think you do.

And it's what Ian would want.

You'll always love him.

He knows that.

You're a little too smart for someone your age.

Hey, I just watch a lot of Oprah.

I love Oprah.

I'm just what you see.

I've needed you.

I insist.

Looks like you've got a busy week.

Looks like.

Take care, Jack.

You never know how long you have to good times for.

Don't leave it too late.

Yo. That's not your usual call, Jackie.

Annette, go away.

Jackie, baby, what's up?

Nothing I wouldn't rather be left alone with.

It's not good to be alone and sober.

I'm not.

Yes, Annette.

You want me to bring over a little pick -me -up?

Narcotics are illegal.

Reality's too hard for some of us.

Yeah, right.

I don't have to deal with you on that.

Ugly hell.

Gate nuts.

Come nuts.

I'll burn my books.

Shit.

I can't remember.

Happen to be looking my best.

Happen to be in the neighborhood.

Why am I back?

I'm on a conclusion.

I thought I'd cook for you. Actually, it's belly -ready, but it's the sauce.

We've got shrimp.

We've got rye bread.

We've got tortilla.

And the wine is cold.

Okay, well, the food's not that important.

So it's going to be great. And, and, and, the wine is not a $6 bottle.

It's nice to cross town for this.

Michelle. I think we should take a chance.

No, I think we need a chance to talk.

If you want to. I mean, a lot.

I

think

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry. I should have.

No, Michelle.

Of course.

Is this, um... Well, for $250, you too can have it, Michelle.

I'm sorry, Tim.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

I think I had a business, Jack.

I didn't say that, just...

It's not healthy.

Jack?

It's got no attachment.

Isn't that the point?

The way I like it.

We're not talking about one of your toys, Barbara.

You're free.

No roots, no ties.

Just getting by.

You should find yourself a boyfriend.

Where do you get off telling me?

I just... I'm having the energy for it.

No bullshit, Jack. At least this is honest.

Well, what if I go away or something?

Are you?

No, but just say something happens.

That's okay.

You were hardly the last post or anything.

I like you. You're fun.

But I... I figured... No.

No?

You really know how to hurt a guy.

You go if you have to.

Women are confusing.

I just don't need you.

There's one thing I'd really like to do.

I mean, I don't know how or when, but I want to make

love with a woman.

Real bad.

I want us to be together.

And I would just feel her soft back.

And then I would start to lick and nibble

and suck on her clit and on her

nipples until they were rock hard.

And I would just feel.

I want to know what carpet munching tastes

like.

Hi.

Let's make puppies.

Annette. Jackie, baby.

I miss you.

So you tell me.

I love you.

Annette, are you high?

No, baby.

This is a real low.

I need you.

Yeah, right.

Annette, it's late.

Really, Jackie?

I'm going to have a baby.

Congratulations. It's your baby.

You're going to be a daddy.

Fuck you, Annette.

Baby, it's true.

You can't wrap that on me, Annette.

You know I use industrial strength condoms. We don't kiss and I don't cum.

Get yourself a life, Annette. Don't call me until then.

Jesus, women.

Look, your sex organs are on the outside.

All you've got to do is feel a tight ass shifting up against you in a crowd and

you're going to come.

A woman, a woman's like a pot of stew.

You've got to warm her up a while before she's bubbling.

Listen, if a woman isn't sexually satisfied, she is going to become

patchy, a crab.

If you keep her denied, well, you know,

I'd like to see a man go six months or a year or five years

without an orgasm.

You'd sure see how cranky he'd be.

But a woman who doesn't have an orgasm and she makes love to her man and he

does?

She leaves his socks over the floor, she is going to flip. I mean, she is going

to be a total wreck. She is. So God forbid he should come home late. I mean,

is really going to shake the salt out and yell at him.

All right, let's take the reverse of that.

You putting her under performance pressure.

You are going to make her come if you have to pump her till she's raw.

Normally, foreplay means you finger her until she's damp.

Then you fumble around on top.

And you expect her to have a big O.

It may be that technically you're a whiz. But you've got to emotionally

connect. Engage her as a human being.

You can't just do the man thing or be a machine, right?

You've got to communicate.

I thought you weren't going to show.

So? I'm a little late.

That's a problem.

No, no, just breaking ice.

You have a bathroom?

Some place I can put my flexible friend in.

And, uh, I prefer my brand choice.

You think Lizard and the Price?

There are diseases in the city.

I don't have those problems. None of them ever do, until you find yourself in

line at the clinic.

Besides, how do I know you're not a psychotic bastard who poked holes in

everyone? My parents were mad at me.

You?

Very cute.

Do you go out of your way to be offensive, or is it a natural talent?

Payment will be on delivery.

Yes, ma 'am.

I know the old wumpity -wump's easier, but I'm hoping you at least show a

imagination for the price.

Am I getting this static for men in general or one specific man?

What?

So you got hurt.

Oh, bear me the amateur analysis. I'm right, right? It's a cheap shot. It

be true for so many women.

So it's one man in all of them.

Men are hardly relevant.

Obviously haven't found an alternative.

With a career, you know where you stand.

A career goes for you. It allowed me to care for myself.

It gives me the power to buy what makes me happy.

So is that what you're doing here?

Fuck you.

No.

Fuck you.

It's what I do.

Chicken shit, dick for rent.

What man makes the grade, Vicki? Only money makes the grade. Oh, how very

up. Oh, what a crock.

Men have their criteria, too.

It's okay to reject a woman based on her figure.

It's all just based on a figure.

And what if it buys?

Buys my time.

What about you?

Not everything's for sale.

Oh.

Independence has its price, too, you know.

You're tugging at my strength.

You are taking up my time.

So buy his market.

I've paid the organ grinder.

For now, the monkey dances.

He doesn't feel like it.

What's the problem?

Not man enough for it?

There has to be an element of mutual respect for its work.

What?

You afraid that you can't make it with me?

That I'm too much woman for you?

You're one hard -boiled bitch.

I...

Like me.

Sure. What do you know? I know what I see.

You, uh... Like yourself.

Bingo.

You... Are a dick for rent.

Nobody. You were leaving.

What are you waiting for, Jacker?

Love?

Love is all there is.

You couldn't commit to something as big as that.

Take a look.

What is all this, hmm?

Nada. Will you just... What's the matter, Jacko? You don't like your tiny

world getting all messed up.

Here's news for you.

It is anyone.

You push the self -destruct button, it's just a slow fuse to hell from now on.

There's no place for you to go.

This is all there is.

You haven't the first idea.

Yes, I do.

You're just like me.

I don't think so.

What have you got?

That's worth anything.

Not one of the pieces in here.

Good catch.

How many women did it take to buy that?

Whatever you have comes down to the price of what's in your pants.

Ooh.

What did this take?

A weekend?

What's this word?

Put it back.

Teenage sweetheart?

First love?

What do you do? You screw other women to pay for your dates with her? Just put

it back.

Does she really?

None of your damn business.

It's just a little unprofessional. I don't give a shit.

My, my, I never had you figured for a cheap sentimentalist. Put the picture

down. Put the picture down. Put it down. Make me.

Put the goddamn gun down, Vicky.

No, Jack.

This is my game.

You.

Strip.

I said strip, Jacko.

It's what you're paid for.

Just put the gun down.

Drip. You crazy bitch. Fucker, get undressed. Put the goddamn gun down. Get

fucking pants off.

What are you going to do, huh?

Shoot me.

You think I give a shit?

How you can never say what you want to say to a person.

You can sit in a room with a complete stranger and tell them, well,

the most intimate details of your life.

You can find the words.

The right words.

But how it's impossible to tell the person who really matters the truth.

You know, if you want to say to someone, this isn't working, it's not easy.

Or if you want to say, you know, like, this is really good, I...

It's even harder.

What you trade for this is more time spent with... the tension.

Between you so you live a lie and no matter how small it is

it grows and Soon it becomes stronger and bigger than the two of you

until eventually Everyone loses

You can be intimate with a

stranger but

a stranger to intimacy right world

peace is one thing but this this is something else

anyway hey that's just about all i

wanted to say

Hello, operator. I'm looking for someone.

Amy Hall, honey.

How can I help?

Right. Well, I need an address. Can you give me that for my name? I can't give

you that, period.

Even if you is a name.

What if... I can't help.

Look, maybe whoever it is don't want to be found. You think of that?

Yeah, right.

Thanks anyway.

No, Jack doesn't live here anymore.

I didn't know if you'd be here.

I am.

Did you know that I would come?

No.

Are you okay?

In some ways.

Of course.

So, um, what are you doing here?

Is it just a coincidence?

I can't do all the work, Jack. Don't make me.

Michelle.

You know why.

No, Jack. I don't know anything.

You're all that I have. It's worth anything.

I should have thought about this before I came, maybe wrote a little speech or

something, but I didn't.

Michelle, I might mess this up, but it makes me nervous.

Am I stupid to still be here?

I don't know.

I'm not sure we didn't already blow it.

I don't think so.

You love me, Jack.

Come on, Jack, you know what it isn't.

Well?

What?

You want to hear me say it?

Yes, you do.

You'll never know what I think of you, Michelle.

It's not good enough.

I love you.

Good.

You know it's easy.

So, what now?

I'm not sure the rules have changed.

I'm not sure we can work it out.

It's the only thing worth believing in.

I got a teaching post in the college.

They didn't ask what I've been doing the last year.

So, you know where I'll be.

Jack.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I don't blame you.

Can I give you a ride somewhere?

No.

I'll make my own way.

I've decided where I'm going.

Are you going my way?