All language subtitles for 1993 - Secret Games 2 The Escort

Sex is not an act of love.

It's an act of violence.

Emotional violence.

The hotter the sex, the more emotionally
violent it is.

Some people may not agree with me on
this.

And I wouldn't have when I married
Heather.

But I thought I was in love with her and
that sex and love was somehow the same

thing.

Boy, was I wrong.

I have an 8 o 'clock tomorrow.

It's only 11 o 'clock now.

Count, please.

I've been correcting papers all night.

I'm not in the mood.

Someone, Heather, look at us.

Both young and healthy.

We're screwing our brains out, not
worrying about early morning lit

If you worried a little less about sex
and more about other things, we wouldn't

be filming the house right now.

What do you want me to do?

Howl like a coyote?

I want you to lighten up.

Take everything so damn seriously.

Yes, I do. I need a serious man with
serious ambition.

Not some flash in the pan who views life
like it's some weird kind of

experiment.

That you could have been somebody's
speech.

It's true.

You went from being a respected art
critic to some conceptual artist.

That no one's interested in.

It was the best goddamn move I ever
made.

And what about all those years you've
tried to make a name for yourself?

It was all bullshit.

Everything is bullshit to you now.

I think while I'm away, you need to take
a long look at yourself and decide what

you want to do with this marriage.

Kyle, please.

You're not even going to give me a
goodbye kiss?

What's gotten into you?

I thought we discussed last night it's a
little late for all this.

Mr. Lake?

Yeah? Hi, I talked to you on the phone.
I came by to see the house.

Oh, yeah, right.

Come on in.

Oh, this is lovely.

I really want to thank you for letting
me come by. I know it's not officially

lifted yet.

No problem.

Is there something wrong?

Would you mind if I taped us?

I'm doing a video piece on the selling
of the house.

I guess not.

I'm not particularly photogenic, but...
Then just act natural.

Pretend that it's not even here.

Can I get you something to drink?

Coffee? Tea?

Wine?

I really shouldn't, but wine sounds
nice.

Is Mrs.

Lake around?

No, we're all alone.

No, I really meant to... I know what you
mean.

Thank you.

I'm not prying. I don't even know if you
are married.

Yes, I am.

But we're in the process of getting a
divorce.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I stuck my foot in my mouth,
didn't I?

No, not at all.

People fall in love. People fall out of
love.

From the first moment I saw Kyle, I
liked him.

I thought he was good -looking,
intelligent, mysterious.

He was everything my husband was not.

So naturally, I was attracted to him.

And because there was such a lack of
romance and sensuality in my own life, I

fantasized about what it would be like
to be with Kyle, this attractive,

sensually reckless man.

I didn't go to that house looking for an
affair. It just happened.

It started off as an idle fantasy, maybe
even a little innocent, but...

But I guess it was driven by a deep
need, something that was lacking in my

life.

I can see that now.

But I didn't then.

Is this Starlight Escort?

The idea of calling an escort service
was exciting because it seemed like such

sleazy, sordid thing to do.

And because it offered me something that
I wasn't getting from Heather.

So Kyle was having problems with his
wife.

Essentially, she was the good girl.

But she refused to be the whore for him.

So he picked up the phone and found...
one. By screwing me and playing out our

perverted little sex games, he could
compensate for his sexual frustrations

his wife, pretending that I was her.

For a while, that was good for him. But
because I could transform so easily from

the bad girl to the classy, intelligent,
seemingly good girl, he

naturally became obsessed with me.

psychologically hooked on my sexuality.

Why are you staring at me?

I wasn't expecting something so young
and pretty.

Is this the first time you've done this?

No.

Are all the starlight girls as pretty as
you are?

There's only one starlight girl.

Me. Really?

I know who you are.

Who am I?

You're a performance artist.

I've seen some of your work.

I'm getting my master's in contemporary
criticism.

I even know your wife.

I've seen her on campus.

What else do you know about me?

Well, I think you're horny.

Am I ever going to see you again?

That's up to you.

You've got my number.

Is there a problem with my wife? You
know, college and everything?

Does it seem like I have a problem?

As far as I'm concerned, it's strictly
business between you and me.

Your wife is your problem.

I was totally stunned when I first saw
Stacy.

I was expecting somebody completely
different.

But she was sweet and very attractive.

And I was drawn to her because of that.

And because she was a call girl.

Somebody you pay to have sex with and
then never see again.

But I went and I made the same mistake
that I made with Heather.

And that was confusing lust for love.

Man, they are so easy.

But then, given my line of work, you
might say that would be obvious.

After all, why does a man call me up
anyway?

I do escort on the side. It's fun, I
enjoy it, and the pay is good. And I

get off on the game playing.

Looking back on it now, it seems to me
that my wife wasn't the partner she

pretended to be.

You know, both on an intellectual and an
emotional level.

I understand.

Seems I feel that way often.

You know, the problem with most men is
that they're just not liberated enough

treat a woman as an equal.

Could you show me the rest of the house
now?

Oh, damn.

By all means.

My, you could beat an army in here.

That was the plan.

How many children do you have?

None.

When we were first married, Heather and
I decided that we wanted to establish

ourselves.

Then we thought it would be nice to have
a house before we raised the family.

And then, well, here we are.

You're a young man, Mr. Legg. You can
still have children.

Thank you.

Kyle.

Kyle, I don't think anymore this wine is
a real good idea. I'm kind of feeling

getting a little out of control here.

Hey, that's okay.

There's nothing wrong with getting out
of control every now and then.

Makes people more interesting.

You know something? I don't even know
your name.

No, no, don't tell me.

It's better this way.

I'm married.

Are you happily married?

Well, I don't think that's... I think
that you're looking for something.

And I think I know what it is.

This is not a good idea.

I have to leave.

When I realized that Kyle was really
interested in me sexually,

I was shocked and taken aback.

I couldn't believe it.

I was flattered, of course, but I didn't
know what to do. I just went along with

it.

It was scary and exhilarating at the
same time.

When he came on to me, very bold and
sexy, something happened inside me.

Something clicked like a switch.

It was wonderful.

It hadn't happened for years, and it
made me feel young and beautiful again

sexy.

Very sexy.

But it was more than that.

He made me feel needed.

He gave me purpose.

Thank you.

knew vaguely who he was, some kind of
art reviewer or writer.

I didn't know he was into doing that
video performance stuff, but when he

me, I thought it was really stupid.

It was kind of fun, though, playing for
the camera. Of course, I have a natural

exhibitionist tendency, and why not?

It's a woman thing.

I have a sexy body, and it makes me feel
good to see a man getting excited just

by looking at me.

I'm in this business for the sex, too.
Believe me.

It's been good.

It's been really good.

It's been good for me, too.

If this keeps up, I'll be able to get my
Ph .D.

I was kind of hoping I meant more to you
than that.

Kyle, I'm a hooker.

I can be anything you want me to be.

Look at you. You're beautiful.

You're intelligent.

It just seems such a shame that you...
That I fuck anyone who's got the money?

How many are there?

A few.

There haven't been that many lately.

Did you ever consider just having one
client?

That's sweet, Kyle.

But education ain't cheap.

Besides, what's going to happen when
your wife gets back?

Stacy taught me to view the sex act as
something insensitive, destructive, and

completely selfish.

You see, I used to make love to Heather
with a wounded ego.

I was always reaching out, begging for
her attention, for her to love me, to

build up my male pride.

But I was thinking like a victim.

Stacy had no need for all that bullshit.

She used me to achieve her goal, which
was to put herself through school.

Once I understood that, the power of sex
as a tool came clearly into focus.

The whole sex thing is just one big
game.

It's no secret that men pretend to be
polite, courageous, romantic,

or even macho just to get laid.

That's how they win.

When they finally nail the girl, it's
like a conquest.

Like St.

George slaying the dragon.

They don't kill the dragon without
paying for it. And the more they pay,

more excited I get.

I may be a tramp, okay, I admit to that,
but I'm certainly not cheap.

What I really go for is an emotional
sacrifice.

He still has to pay money for me to have
sex with him, of course.

But he also gives something of himself
emotionally or psychologically.

Now that's what the intrigue with Kyle
was.

He was such a self -obsessed,
pretentious, pseudo -intellectual rich

snob. I just had this overwhelming
desire to take him for everything I

get. I just couldn't help myself.

He was so willing to be a victim and it
was...

So easy.

Almost too easy. In fact, I had to
figure out ways to prolong it to make it

challenging for me.

Hello?

Kyle?

Who's this?

This is Irene Shavers. I came by
yesterday to see the house.

Oh, yeah, geez.

I'm sorry, of course.

How are you?

No, no, I'm glad you called. I wanted to
apologize for what happened.

Well, really, I feel so embarrassed.

I behaved like a fool. I ran away. What
can I do for you, Irene?

Well, I'm calling you because I would
like to see the rest of the house.

Well, sure. Anytime.

Now that I know your name.

Maybe you should bring your husband
along just in case.

You can tell I'm a real pro at this,
huh?

Want me to do it?

No.

I've opened bottles of wine before.

Here to successful house hunting.

Nice wine, huh?

Why are you here?

To see the house.

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

I want to make love to you.

You really turned me on.

The first time we made love, I was so
excited I couldn't believe it.

He made me feel alive again, as if I
were participating in reality again, not

just a piece of furniture.

He was interested in me and wanted to be
with me and enjoy my body, and I needed

that desperately.

It wasn't until I met Kyle that I
realized exactly how desperately lonely

sexually frustrated I really was.

No pictures, no names, just sound.

You're crazy.

You have a beautiful body.

Thank you.

I bet you were fantasizing about this
all day, weren't you?

I can see it now.

Taking a long shower.

Standing in front of the mirror, getting
your makeup just right.

going through your closet, picking out
just the right outfit.

Do you have any idea what it's like for
me to love you?

I've never felt like this before

It's Stacy there, please.

I'm not sure.

Can you check for me? It's important.

All right, hold on.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, she's not here right now.

Do you know when she'll be back?

No, I don't.

Could you leave a message for her and
tell her that Kyle will come by around

I'll be out front in my car.

What's wrong?

I've been trying to reach you all day.

I left messages.

I'm not your girlfriend, Kyle.

Why do you deliberately say things to
hurt me?

Do you know what your problem is?

You just can't take the truth.

Would you mind telling me where you went
tonight?

Lisa and I did a party.

What kind of party?

Are you sure you're up for this?

Yeah, maybe it'll turn me on.

A limousine came and picked us up and
took us to this place on top of a

firehouse.

Then we went into this room and got
changed and got a little stoned. And

were ready, we went outside.

What were you wearing?

Panties and high heels.

Go on.

They formed a big circle with chairs and
put a rug down in the middle of the

floor.

For a while, we just walked around the
circle and kissed them and joked around

with them and let them feel us.

Then they started cheering.

Then we picked a couple guys from the
circle and brought them out to the

of the rug.

A lot of them were too embarrassed to do
it, so they just sat there and watched.

You okay?

Anyway, later on we went into another
room and took care of the others who

didn't want to do it in front of
everyone else.

Next time I call you, I want to do
something we've never done before.

But what really excites me is fucking
with a guy's mind.

Playing psychosexual games with him. And
let me tell you, it's so easy to get

under a man's skin.

Some guys completely fall apart at the
mere sight of a beautiful woman.

especially when she takes her clothes
off and starts to come onto them.

I've had guys pop before they could get
their pants off.

But it's not that much fun for me.

Some guys, you just have to work a
little harder.

Some are jaded and seem to have this
hard exterior.

But once you find the key, it's really
easy to get to them, too.

It all boils down to what a man really
wants, and that's to express his

masculinity.

through his penis.

He either wants to corrupt a good girl
by touching her with it, or he wants to

reform a bad girl, a girl who is already
comfortable with sex and is not

intimidated by a man's sex organs.

He wants to make her pure again, or
afraid, or in awe of his

disgusting genitalia, so he has the
power to corrupt her himself.

It's the opposition thing, transforming
a woman from one kind, to the other.

And that's what the masculine power is
all about.

And all a woman has to do is allow him
to do that. As far as I can tell, most

men are really oblivious to this.

They just feel compelled to screw or
tame whatever chick they become

with.

Kyle Lake.

Nice to meet you. Hey, how's it going?

Blake!

Let me get you Jack.

No thanks, I'll keep mine.

I gave mine to a guy at a party once,
never saw it again.

Most men think that women are just
passive players in the sex game.

That they just sit by their phones
waiting for a guy to call and ask them

But their methods are much more
sophisticated than you'd think.

Women go out of their way to attract
men.

It's their nature.

It's the nature of the prostitute.

To offer herself as a sexual object in
order to achieve her goal.

I'm not saying all women are
prostitutes, but through their feminine

transform themselves into objects of
desire in order to get their men.

I don't see any love or sensitivity in
that, do you?

Well, does she get my messages?

And what does she say?

Does she say when she'll get back to me?

Look, it's very important that I speak
to her.

Is Lisa there?

Lisa.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Okay, if you could just tell the station
I called it.

Thank you.

Who are you?

I'm Darcy.

Stacy says she's sorry she couldn't make
it.

She asked me to come by.

Could I come in, Mr. Lake? I need to use
your bathroom.

Yeah, it's down at the end of the
hallway.

Thank you.

Stacy said you were intense.

Oh, really?

What else did she say about me?

Well, she says she likes you.

No offense, but if she likes me so much,
how come you're here and she isn't?

She's been avoiding me like the plague.

I guess she's been busy.

Too busy for her best customer.

Is she on a date?

Look, I don't know anything about that.
I just got a call on my beeper.

Your beeper?

I'm not a part of Starlight. That's
Stacy's thing.

I work for a professional service.

Stacy's not exactly an amateur.

You know her friend Lisa?

Sure. We all went to high school
together.

Well, if you learned half as much as
they did, tonight's going to be very

profitable for you.

Are you always so generous?

Ask Stacy.

Well, Stacy's not here.

I am.

All this talk of money.

Let's get down to business.

You seem to enjoy your work.

I do.

What do you like about it?

You're everything.

The excitement, the money, the sex.

I'm a people person.

Girls are all alike.

The clothes.

The way you all... Fuck anything that
moves.

Those are your words.

I could really fall for Stacy.

Why don't we give Stacy a call?

Let her know what a wonderful time we're
having.

Bill, did you know that the layout of
this house is based on a Richard Neutra

design?

Who's he?

He was a famous California architect
back in the 40s and 50s.

Kyle, you don't have to give me a sales
pitch. I like the house.

But you haven't even seen the upstairs
yet.

More rooms.

That's Irene's department.

I'm interested in the guts of a house.
Plumbing, heating.

Septic. It's got good guts.

I know, that's why I like it.

Did you know that when they plant a
city, the first thing they do is figure

where to put the shit?

Oh, Bill, please.

Kyle, am I right or am I right?

There's probably some truth in that.

Kyle, I have to use your bathroom.

This coffee's gone right through me.

Why don't you use the one upstairs?

That way you can check it out.

You see what it's like?

Let's face it.

I'm married to a plumber.

I couldn't help thinking about you last
night.

I really enjoyed myself.

He seemed to be able to look into me and
tell if I was putting him on or not.

He laughed when I teased him. He reacted
when I gave him a sexy look.

And that day we made love while my
husband was upstairs in the bathroom.

I can't tell you how incredibly exciting
that was.

Every moment, the chance of getting
caught with another man increased, and

more it increased, the more excited I
got.

I fantasized about my husband walking
into the room, catching me with Kyle.

Maybe he'd realize that I was a woman
who had her own feelings.

Maybe, if it was right in his face.

Right in graphic detail. He'd come to
know I was a woman who could be inspired

to respond.

Who deserved to be thought of as a
sexual being.

A sensual woman who could give as good
as she could get.

Stand up.

Unbutton your jacket.

You're crazy.

He's upstairs.

Unbutton your jacket.

Of course, we didn't get caught.

And I doubt that either Kyle or my
husband would have turned out to be

confrontational. But the idea, the
possibility of such a thing happening,

that really turned me on that day. It
was that unknown quality of our affair

that excited me.

The never really being sure where I
stood, where we, Kyle and I, were going.

was risky.

Dangerous.

It was everything but routine.

And that was what really made it a turn
on, the not knowing the danger, the

detachment that Kyle had.

He wanted sex for the moment, not
something to placate me. He wanted it

own sake, the intensity of the moment.
But I guess somewhere in there, during

our brief affair, I wanted something
more permanent.

I grew to depend on him, his attention.

I guess that's why I married my husband
in the first place.

I was scared no one else would like me
or I'd get hooked up with a loser or

someone who couldn't take care of me.

Why don't you try something else?

Help me with this.

What's to become of me?

God, that sounds so formal.

What's to become of us?

What's to become of us?

Your wife will get back and we'll all go
on with our lives.

Is it always so easy for you?

Kyle, that's the nature of the game.

I'm a weekend girl, a vacation girl.

I know the vacation always comes to an
end.

What happens now?

What happens now?

What do you want to happen?

I'm not exactly sure.

I just know I really enjoy these times
we have together.

So let's just enjoy it for what it is.

That's it?

What's happening now doesn't mean
anything to you?

Come here.

What would you say if I told you that I
was leaving my wife?

I'd say you should try and work it out.

I don't want to work it out.

She doesn't want me, and I don't want
her.

Well, I don't know what to say.

That's it?

I tell you how I feel, and you tell me
you don't know what to say?

Kyle, you're married, and I'm a hooker.
Get with it.

Only college kids fall in love with
hookers.

Irene, get serious.

You're going to leave here tonight and
go home to your husband.

Two of you are planning to buy a house
together, for Christ's sakes.

Buying a house together is like some
people having a baby to try to save

marriage.

So what are you saying?

That you're breaking up?

Like you told me when I first met you.

People fall out of love.

Listen. Listen to me.

That's just the way it is right now.

Just give me the chance to make it
happen for us.

And he feels the same way?

We've talked.

And you want me to be your private
little stud on the side so you both

decision?

What if I told you I could leave him
within a week?

I'd say, call me in a week. My husband
didn't make me feel needed anymore. I

just another piece of furniture in his
house.

Something that he took to bed with him.

Made coffee for him in the morning.

Did his laundry.

A prop he dragged along to a business
dinner or social engagement.

His attempts at being romantic were
pathetic.

Sex was only for him, to get him off.
There was nothing for me. When he'd get

the mood, he'd just crawl on top of me
and start pumping, moaning and puffing

his face like he was having a heart
attack.

He wasn't making love.

He didn't want to kiss me while we were
having sex. He just wanted to pound

away.

In fact, that's what he made me feel
like, dirty.

Oh, I pretended to be excited, and then
I was really into it and all, but I

wasn't.

Because I knew he didn't really get off
on my excitement.

I could fake it and tell him I was
getting really hot for him, how much I

looking at him, how much it turned me
on.

He couldn't tell the difference.

He took everything I said or did,
literally.

How could you?

My wedding dress?

That was my grandmother's, for Christ's
sake.

I said I was sorry.

Things got out of hand.

Shit, I have a few friends over and you
act like it's the end of the world.

That dress was packed away in my closet.

I don't know how they found it.

I was drunk.

That's your justification?

I've been thinking about what you said
before you left.

And?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I haven't been living up to
everybody's expectations.

I don't want to hold you back.

You son of a bitch.

You've been having an affair, haven't
you?

Before, when a woman would show interest
in me, I would instantly find her

attractive, whether she was pretty or
not.

Now I wouldn't give her a second look, a
hold back, denying myself those

emotions.

But in doing that, I compressed them,
making them more intense.

And that was exactly what Stacey was
doing, waiting for that one big orgasmic

rush.

I know that you're horny.

And you want to fuck me.

Kyle, I want you to lick me all over my
body.

I'm right here.

Surprise!

I've been thinking.

Maybe I have been a little distant
lately.

Maybe I have been withholding myself
physically.

Maybe there is some common ground.

Common ground?

Compromise.

You give me a little of what I want, and
I'll give you a little of what you

want?

I mean, after all, isn't life one big
compromise?

I think I know what you want.

What do you think I want?

Sex.

Sorry about last night.

Don't be.

I told you, it's no big deal.

No, it is important.

I'm really trying to make an effort.

It just seems... a little... I don't
know.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Hello? Yeah,

well, I'm home.

Lousy.

Irene,

what do you want?

Uh,

no, I... Actually, I'm not.

Well, is it something you can get out
of?

Look, Irene, can you call me back later
in the week? I'm busy right now, okay?

I had nothing personal against Irene.

As a matter of fact, I liked her.

But all she was to me was a hot fuck.

And so she became a victim.

If I had allowed emotion to enter into
it, then there was a chance that I would

have become victimized again.

And I couldn't afford to let that
happen.

Hi.

Lucky me, I didn't think I'd catch you
in.

Be nice. I've been busy.

Too busy to come over and see me?

That depends.

On what?

On you.

Heather.

Lots of things.

I think Heather and I have finally
reached a decision about breaking up.

You think?

You have or you haven't?

Yeah, definitely. It's just that
Heather's taking it kind of hard.

I don't know. Last night she tried
seducing me.

You should have seen it. It was pretty
pathetic.

Listen, when can I see you? Can I see
you later?

I told you, I'm busy.

Until when?

All night.

Well, when are you leaving?

Well, I'll be over before then.

Okay.

Of course, most men think that it's only
about sex when they make a date with a

call girl.

But being in this business for a while,
I know it's more than just sex.

It's what sex represents, but it's
different for each man.

Some are lonely. Some are just curious.

Some need to act out repressed
fantasies.

Some men want to be humiliated.

Screwing a prostitute, especially a real
low -life slut, is a way of debasing

themselves.

Some are a little more obvious and get
into whips and handcuffs and stuff, but

that's not my thing.

Personally, I just like screwing.

It's just plain fun for me.

It's, uh, recreation.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Are you happy that I'm leaving, Heather?

Why should I be?

That's not what I asked.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that you can't wait
for us to be together all the time.

Now, wait a second, Kyle.

No one's going to map out my life for
me. I have my own agenda.

I'm an ambitious girl.

I know.

I understand.

It's just that I'm excited about being
with you without this other relationship

hanging over our heads.

Kyle, there's also a little matter of
money, you know.

What do you mean?

I mean you have all these romantic plans
and ideas. How are you going to pay for

them? There are things I want to do,
places I want to go.

There are certain things I have to have.

Let me worry about that, okay?

Right.

The affair accelerated the deterioration
of his marriage until there was nothing

left between them. When she discovered
the videotape, well, that just made her

realize that she was no longer part of
his life.

I had taken her part.

And to tell you the truth, it was
thrilling.

It really excited me. Because not only
had I gotten a Kyle, I'd gotten to his

wife, too!

Oh, that made me really bad. If
transformation was what Kyle's sexual

all about, then I had given him exactly
what he wanted.

Total destruction.

And you know he deserved it.

Cal Lake?

Yeah. Good.

This is for you.

What is it?

I think your wife is divorcing you.

You think that's funny?

Hey, I'm just trying to do my job,
buddy.

Some fucking job, asshole.

Yeah, hi, may I speak to Stacy, please?

I know it's early, but it's important
that I talk to her.

What do you mean she's not there?

When do you expect her?

And what the fuck do you know?

Are you married?

Not yet.

Marriage is a strange institution.

You fuck to get into it and you're
fucked trying to get out of it.

What are you doing here anyway?

They thought there might be a problem.

A problem?

I got caught fucking another woman. What
am I going to do, beat my wife?

reminds you, Mr. Lake, that until you
and your wife reach a property

you refrain from moving anything from
the house.

Didn't she take something of mine?

Are you referring to the pornographic
tape?

I'm an artist. I prefer to look at it as
an art tape.

That tape is evidence of my client's
lawsuit.

Ah, so you are admitting that she took
it without my permission.

See you in court, Mr. Lake. I think
that'll be all, officer. Thank you.

This may be the best thing that ever
happened to me.

I've never done it in a car before.

Congratulations.

Isn't it perfect?

What?

My settlement with Bill.

As soon as I sell my house, I'm filing
for divorce.

And then, I'm going to buy your house.

It could take months.

What am I supposed to do?

Wait around while you tie your life up
into a nice neat bow?

What's the rush?

There's things I want to do, and to do
them I need money.

Look, I've cut my ties with this place.
If I can sell the house, I'm going to

take the money and run.

What about us?

What about us?

We have a good thing going.

Shouldn't we see where it takes us?

We have a few laughs, we spend a few
nights together, and all of a sudden you

want to see where it takes us?

Why do you have to be so hard all the
time?

I know we're both coming off of bad
relationships.

But we know what mistakes we've made.

We have chemistry, Kyle.

I'm not the sort of guy who feels he has
to marry every woman he sleeps with.

Can't you give me a little time to put
it all together?

I used to have dreams of something
threatening surrounding the house,

get in.

And I'd run to my daddy so he could
protect me.

In school.

I wanted to be more athletic, but I was
afraid it wasn't a girl thing. I wanted

to be on the track team, and I liked
soccer with my brother, but I was afraid

go out for sports.

I went to college for two years, and of
course, I didn't study a thing.

I was looking for Mr. Right, and I
thought I found him. Bill was getting an

and when he graduated, he became a
partner in his father's construction

business. He was well off financially,
and everyone said I'd married well, but

they didn't know.

It was a meal ticket, nothing else.

There was never really a connection
between us, and I thought I could live

the trade -offs.

Hello?

Thank God.

I've been trying to get in touch with
you for days.

Where?

What were you doing in Puerto Rico?

Who the fuck's Hector?

Listen when can I see you? I have some
great news.

I'll tell you when you get here.

So you and Heather finally did, huh?

How did you know?

Look at this place. It's obvious.

So what do you think?

Well, that's why I came over here
tonight, to tell you what I think.

There's something I have to tell you
first.

I'm in love with you, Stacy.

And I want to be with you.

And I want to take care of you.

Look, Kyle, you've been a really good
client, okay?

But you just don't do it for me.

What are you saying?

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I spend every night with you for weeks.
I...

I spend a small fortune on you. I leave
my wife for you.

And you're telling me this?

You just don't get it, do you?

Get what?

Kyle, let's put all our cards on the
table.

You knew the first time you called me
here was to get back at Heather.

In her eyes you were a failure.

And deep down inside I think you knew
you were a failure too.

So what did you do?

You stuck it to her where it would hurt
her the most.

What better way to get back at her than
to fuck a call girl?

You're serious, aren't you?

Of course I am.

While you were playing your game of
fucking me to fuck Heather, I was

little game of my own.

And what was that?

To get you to love me.

It worked.

I know it worked.

I'm good at it.

It's not easy to get someone to fall for
you so hard that they'll rid their

whole world for you.

So that's it?

You get some sucker to fall in love with
you?

For what?

What's in it for you?

I get off on it. I mean, I really get
off on it.

It makes me...

God, it makes me wet.

Right now, seeing you like this, I could
come in a second.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to go home and give old Hector
a call.

Tell him I need it right away.

And while he's fucking me, I'm going to
think about how defeated and frustrated

you look.

I'm going to have the best fucking
orgasm I've ever had.

Goodbye, Kyle.

So, now that the performance piece is
done, what are you going to do with it?

Invite your husband to the office.

Really?

That'll be interesting.

I mean, there's something I have to tell
you.

What?

I don't have any feelings for you.

So, you're just in it for the sex, huh?

Not especially.

Why are you saying this?

It's amazing how easy it is to
manipulate people.

Kyle, you know how I feel about you.

Why are you saying these things?

Because it's over.

The performance piece is finished.

I don't need you anymore.

You're such an asshole.

off and down more than I ever did when I
was fucking you.

Oh, God.

Stop.

I don't know what kind of sick game you
are playing.

I don't know you are one disgusting,
selfish son of a bitch.

You have helped me ruin my life.

I wish I had never said I liked you.

I don't know if Irene ever understood
what happened to her.

But that kind of a sexual relationship,
that intensity, someone's going to get

hurt.

And it wasn't going to be me.

I didn't do it to get back at Stacy
either.

Sure, she hurt me.

She hurt me a lot.

But that wasn't her fault. It was mine.

Just as it was Irene's.

If I could take back the pain that I
inflicted on Irene, I would.

But she's gonna have to deal with her
own demons and in the end she'll be

stronger because of it Just as I am

you