All language subtitles for Two.Girls.And.A.Guy.1997.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AM]

## [Classical]

## [Classical Continues]

## [Ends]

## [Background: Tribal-Techno]

## [Man Singing, Indistinct]

## [Singing Continues, Indistinct]

You got a problem?
Me? No, I ain't got
no problem.

Take a good look.
Does it look like
I got a problem?

## [Ends]
Yeah. It looks to me like
you got about 350 problems.

You better get your eyes
checked, 'cause I ain't
got no problems.

Matter of fact,
around here, I'm the one
that makes the problems.

Oh, I'm scared.
I'm just standing here
checkin' you babes out.

Why don't you go
down to the supermarket
and check yourself out first?

You're a tough
little cookie.
I like that.

But you know what?
A little smack will
straighten you right out.

How about that?
Who's gonna do the smacking�
you and what militia?

Listen, you stuck-up
little bitch�
No, you listen, dick face.

My boyfriend's gonna
be here any second.

If you're still here when
he comes, you're gonna want
to run as fast as you can.

Only then it'll be too late.
You're such a tiger.
I love that.

Fuck you and your pink shirt
and your pathetic suit.
[Woman] Hey, asshole!

Carol! What are you doing here?
I thought you were going
to the tanning salon.

I am. I am. I was.
I was just.
You were. You are. You just.

I was just giving these
tourists directions.
Come on, baby.

You know I love you.
Directions for tourists,
my ass.

You think those girls
mean anything to me?
Goddamn weasel. Fuckin' asshole.

[Leopard-skin Coat Girl]
Men. Am I right or wrong?

- [Blonde Girl]
They serve their purpose.
- I'm not complaining.

I've got
the greatest boyfriend
in the whole world.

But the way I look at it,
most guys are like that jerk
than they are like my boyfriend.

By the way, my name's Lou.
It's short for Louise.

My father wanted a boy,
so he made everyone call me Lou.
The name just kind of stuck.

What's yours?
Carla.

Are you kidding?
No.

My best friend in third grade
was named Carla� Carla Naksenhoff.

What's your last name?
Bennett.

- Bennett� great name. Bennett.
- It's English.

I've been to London before.
Twice actually.

Once to dance and once with
my boyfriend for two days.
He was giving a concert.

That's why I'm here.
My boyfriend lives
in this building.

Do you got a boyfriend?
Sort of.

- What does he do?
- He's an actor.

- Get out! Like mine!
- I thought that yours was a musician.

- You said he gave a concert
in London or something.
- Not that kind of concert.

More like mixed-media.
He sings, he dances,
he acts, he does stand-up.

[Deep Breath]
He's a real entertainer...
like Liza Minnelli.

- So what do you do?
- Design.

- Female Calvin Klein, huh?
- We're in the same field, but I'm not�

You're not nearly as famous.
I'm going to be famous one day.
I just know it.

My boyfriend promised me
that as soon as he makes it,

he's going to cast me as his costar
because we're so good together.

But you never know.
I may make it first.

Then I'll have to cast him
as my costar... if I'm in the mood.

Just kidding.
He's actually really talented.

I'm not just saying that.
He has a way with words.

He could talk you
into buying a house
without a roof.

Sounds irresistible.
That's what he is.
He's irresistible.

People cannot resist him.
I bet you've seen him on TV.

He's had guest spots
on NYPD Blue and Homicide.

And he did
The Garry Shandling Show twice.
He was totally hilarious.

He's read personally
for Barry Levinson
and Don Simpson.

Simpson was gonna give him
a lead in this romantic comedy...

that his new production
company was gonna do,

but then he died and�

Are you okay?

Blake Allen.

Yeah. Th-That's�
That's his name.

- Who are you?
- His girlfriend.

I'm his girlfriend.

American Airlines, Flight 11.

Right.

So, you mean that you came here
to surprise him too?

[Sighs]

Oh, my God.

Looks like he's gonna get
a lot bigger surprise...

than either one of us
was planning on giving him.

Just one minute.

[Glass Clattering]

I'll buzz you in!

[Stereo: R & B, Slow]

[Man]
# You give your hand to me #

# And then you say hello #

# And I can hardly speak #

# My heart is beating so #

# And anyone can tell #

# You think
you know me well #

# Mmm, you don't know me #

# No, you don't
know the one #

# Who dreams of you
at night #

[Volume Lowers]

# And longs
to kiss your lips #

# And longs
to hold you tight #

# To you
I'm just a friend #
Welcome home.

# That's all
I've ever been #

# Mmm, you don't know me #

"You Don't Know Me."
No wonder
it's his favorite song.

It should be his anthem.
Notice anything
different?

## [Continues]

That's where my picture
used to be.
It still is.

It is? When?
When you're here.

Did he ever tell you
this was the first time...

he put anyone's
picture on his piano
besides his mother?

Yes. He said
it made him feel that
I was physically with him.

In front of him
and inside him
at the same time.

Maybe we should just wreck
his whole fucking apartment
right now.

I'd rather wreck him.

That's a really good idea.
But how?

Should we...
Should we stab him?
Too quick.

Asshole.
Creep.

Scumbag.
Did you really
love him?

Yeah, I did.
Did you?

I told him I did,
and I thought I meant it.

Who knows?
I felt something.
Emotional?

More.
More?

More than I felt
for anyone else.
Different.

Which is what he said.
That you
were different.

That he never experienced
real love before he met me.
Before me, love was�

Just another
four-letter word�
Beginning with "L."

No more significant
than "like" or "lust."

Then he would shake
his head like this.

Show how helpless he was
in the grips of his
overwhelming passion.

And when he would
go inside you,
it was like�

Returning home to
his sanity, his refuge.

Perfect rhythm.
Perfect rhythmic harmony.

Atomic union
or something.
The union of atomic matter.

Matter returning
to its purest state of unison...

after a temporary separation
in time and space.

## [Ends]
How do you
remember all that?

Easily. He said it
about a hundred times,
as if it were a mantra.

## [Classical]
Did he ever ask you
to marry him?

No. Why, did he ask you?
No.

Why do you ask?
Just curious.

Just trying to understand
his twisted mind.

I think his thing for me
was more sexual.

Although he did say he felt
romantic towards me.

He told you
he loved you?
Yeah.

He would say,
"I love you,
and you love me"...

because he couldn't stand it
if he said "I love you"
and I didn't say it back.

[Carla] It's crazy.
Even now, when I shouldn't care
what he said or did, it still�

It still hurts.
I know. It hurts me too.

I feel like
this is some weird dream
I'm gonna wake up from.

So do I. How long
have you known him?

Ten months.
What about you?
February 15.

I don't remember the date,
but it was definitely
snowing,

so it must have been February.

And everything
started off real slow.

Then he got really intense
all of a sudden,
and he told me�

That he was yours
and you were his,

and neither one of you
was ever gonna be
with anyone else.

That was in March.
Yeah. March, right.

Because he said it to me
at halftime at the NCAA
semifinals.

Un-fucking-believable.
He knew it from
the beginning.

Knew what?
Knew what he wanted?
He knew what he was up to.

It's not like
he knew one of us
for years or months,

then met the other one,
and his life became
more complicated.

He decided consciously
to take a shot with
two girls at the same time.

He wanted a girlfriend.
He wanted to fill the void.

So he figured if one
of us didn't work out,
then the other might.

What he didn't count on
was that both of us
would work out.

But we did.
Until now.

When it's gonna be
neither.

But you don't think he was
looking to have two
permanently, do you,

like those-those
what-do-you-call-its?

Bigamists?
No, no, no.
Those ones in Utah.

Mormons?
Yes. Mormons.

Do you think
he's a Mormon?
He's no Mormon.

Well, he sure is
a cocksucker.
[Glass Shatters]

No, I think that was
our function.

Oh, you did that
with him?
What?

You gave him head?
Why? Does that shock you?

No. It�s just that�
You know what he
used to tell me?

What do I mean, "used to"?
He said it on the phone
last night.

He said he couldn't even
get a hard-on for any
other girl besides me...

no matter how good she was
or what she did.

And you believed him.
I believed him.
Isn't that pathetic?

I'm as pathetic as that
asshole on the street.

Would you have
believed him?
Not "would have." Did.

He said the same
things to you?
Word for word.

And that that was
why he was being
faithful to you.

It wasn't that it was
a matter of choice�
It was phallic incapacity.

He knew he would be
impotent with anybody
except you.

Because I owned his dick.
It didn't belong to him.

It was attached
to him�
But it belonged to me.

Huge and hard
and thick and long and
perpendicular to the earth.

Not to the floor,
but to the earth,
and filled with oceans of come.

Oceans of come.
Oh, my God, I am gonna
fucking cut it off.

I am gonna slice it off,
sliver by sliver,
with an electric meat slicer.

That's what
I'm gonna do.

That motherfucker.
You said it.

What?
That's what he is...
a motherfucker.

You think he did it
with his mother?
Not literally.

I just think his relationship
with his mother is more
complicated than he admits to.

Definitely. Who else has framed
photographs of their mother
all over their apartment?

The way that he used her.
The stories he would tell.

Like when
he was little.
No father around.

"Mother and I went to Florida."
"Mother and I went
to Atlantic City."

"Mom and I had this argument
over me having a ponytail."

Right.
And the way that
he used her with us.

No, not with me.
I never met her.
I never met her either.

The way that he used her...
saying he was spending
the night at her house...

because she was sick.

You don't think
she was sick?
Who knows?

All we knew was not to call
because the ringing sound
would frighten her.

Exactly. Just leave
a message on the voice mail
if anything urgent came up.

Four nights a week.
Those are the nights
he must've been with you.

No. I was always three.
Never four.
You must've been four.

No, I was three also.

Well, do you think
there's a third?

Or one night of cruising�
recruitment for the future.

Can you believe
we fell for this?

You only suspect it when
you're doing it yourself.

Interesting.

But you weren't fucking
around on him, were you?
No.

No, neither was I, but�
but I could have.

I had plenty of chances.
Like that guy in the street
in the white suit?

Oh, much better than him.
I know that.
I was just�

I was being facetious.
[Laughs]
Right.

But you must've had
a million chances.

I mean,
you're beautiful, Carla.
No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.
Let me ask you
something.

Oh, wait.
He's here.
Okay.

[Stereo Shuts Off]

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patris #

# Dei Patris
Amen #

[In Falsetto Voice]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei� #

Ooh.

[In Baritone Voice]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patri #

# Dei Patri
Amen #

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

[Falsetto]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

[Baritone]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patri #

# Dei Patri
Amen #

[Phone Beeping]

Mommy, it's me.
I'm back.

A little trouble getting
back from the airport,
but the plane got in on time.

And I love you.
Hope you're doing well.

Call me soon as
you get this. Bye.
[Beeps]

[Falsetto]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #
[Beeping]

# In gloria Dei Patris #

# Dei Patris
Amen #

# Cum Sancto�#
[Normal Voice]
Carla. It's Blake.

I just got back in town,
and I am prepared...

to perforate your every orifice
with my tongue.

I've missed you wildly.
I am, uh�

I am� I'm hot
and I gotta see you. Bye.

[Falsetto]
# Sancto Spiritu #
[Beeping]

[Clearing Throat]
Hi. Is Lou there?

All right, well,
just tell her that, uh,

Blake... is back.
Thank you.

[Falsetto]
# Cum Sancto Spiritu #
[Beeping]

# In gloria Dei Patris #

[Baritone]
# Dei Patris, Amen ##

# Mark #
It's Blake.

What is it, like,
4:30 there? Get up.

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

So what happened
with this job?
Did I get it?

No? Why, too talented,
as usual?

What are you�
What-What's going on?

There's all these
blowhards working.
I can't get a job.

[Groans]
So what else?

You, uh� What about,
like, anything?

What else? Tell�

Really? Wow.

That's in the Catskills, huh?
God, you know,
I know a lot of-

No, actually, I don't know
anyone who's made it
in the Catskills.

What's...
What are they paying me?

Wow. Yeah, that'll cover
the dry cleaning.

What about, like,
a TV spot or something�

I can't even believe
we're discussing this job.

This is ridiculous.
It's like you don't know
who you're dealing with here.

And� Have you been drinking
quite a bit again?

I'm sor... I'm just kidding.
I'm just a little...

Hold on. Let me think
about it for a second.

## [Piano: Up Tempo]
# Call me Daddy
Call me Daddy #

# Bend over and then squeal
like the pig that you are #

# For offering me
this job ##

Uh, no, I'll take it.
When do I start?

Okay.
Okay. Thanks, man.

Okay. Bye.

[On Speaker]
Nobody recognizes
talent in this town... anymore.

Hi. Yes.

Live from La Paz,

it is Blanco Alegre.

## [Vocalizing]

# You give your hand
to me #

# And then you say hello #

# And I can hardly speak #

# My heart is beating so #

# And anyone can tell #

[Whispering]
# You think
you know me well #

[Normal Voice]
# No, you don't know #

[Stretching Note]
# Me #

# No, you don't
know the one #

# Who dreams of you
at night #

# Afraid and shy #

# Honey
I let my chance go by #

# And the chance
you might have loved me #

#Too #

# Ooh #

# You give your hand to me #

# And then you say good-bye #

Mmm-bop!

# I watch you walk away #

# Beside that lucky prick #

# To never, never know #

# One who loves you so #

# No, you don't know #

[Holding Note]
#Me ##

[Applauds]

Uh, I� Huh.

What a surprising way
to see you.

I was just� 'Cause�

My God, I was just thinking,
"When am I gonna see her?"

And, uh, here you are.
How did you get in?

Magic.
Huh.

What did you, uh�
Super let you in?

You look great.
That's, uh�

Fuck. Okay.

You know what's so great?
I mean, I could not have
orchestrated this any better.

This is a rare opportunity.
You get to see how I'm behaving
when you're not here.

What did I do? I came in.
I call you.

First thing I do is I tell you
I love you, I miss you,

I wanna lick you,
I can't wait to see you.

I get up. I'm inspired.
I'm thinking I know
I'm gonna see you.

I sit down, I�
I play, I sing.

How the fuck
did you get in here?

Wow. You've never looked
this phenomenal.

Did I give you a key?
I did, right? Okay.

I'm just so happy to see you.
I really am.

I mean, these two weeks,
I'd forgotten�

I'd forgotten
how beautiful you are.
And I missed you.

Did you miss me
as much as I missed you?
How much did you miss me?

I missed you pretty madly,
like a psychotic.

Why do you think
I was calling you? I was
calling you 40 times a day.

I don't know.
To check up on me?

What? What kind of
crazy statement is that?

Why do I need
to check up on you?
To see what I was up to.

What would you
have been up to?
What are you talking about?

What would you suspect
that I would be up to?

Ho. Whoa.
This conversation's
getting real strange, okay?

What's going on?
What's going on?
Nothing.

Nothing? Then why are you
using a word like "suspect"
with me?

Like I would suspect you
of something.
And you don't?

No. Suspect you of what?
Anything. No. Nothing.

Why? Why would I?
That would imply that
you'd done something wrong.

I don't think you've
done anything wrong.
You don't think that?

No. Why would I?
I don't think you've
done anything wrong.

What you might think
is wrong for me,

I might think is right,
and vice versa.

- What are you trying to tell me?
- About what?

- About you.
- Nothing.

Did you fuck anybody?

- When?
- When?

- Ever.
- Ever?

Well, yes. I mean,
I seem to recall you and I
having shared a little fucking.

Making love. Come on.

"Making love."
Is that what
you wanna call it?

That's what I call it.
That's what it is to me
when I'm with you.

That's what we've called it
together.
As opposed to what?

As opposed to nothing.
What are you driving at?
Come on.

How many girls did you fuck
while you were in L.A.?

When I was in L.A.
That's the last 2 weeks.
None.

None, 'cause I haven't been
with any other women
since I was with you.

That's the last 10 months.
You don't have
to say that.

I know I don't have to.
I'm saying that
because it's true.

We're not married.
You're a free man.
You can do whatever you want.

It's okay if you have.
I don't want to.
Do you?

No.
Well�

With anyone,
you don't want to?
With anyone but you.

Okay, whatever you say.
Whatever. Whatever.

This has got to be
the most bizarre exchange...

I've ever experienced
in my life.

Did you take acid?
Did you?

Are you� I mean, are you�
This is� I-I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to figure out
some explanation...

for this
Jekyll and Hyde behavior
that you're exhibiting.

I'm scared. I don't�

My.

What's this?

This here.
Look. What's this?

It looks like a broken window
and a plant.

Yeah, I know.
It is a plant
and a broken window.

The question is, how did
the window get broken?

It looks like the plant
might have done it.

Yeah, but I don't think
the plant just came through
the window on its own.

Did� Did you
throw the plant
through the window?

Did you throw this
through the window?

Maybe.

Maybe?

Maybe? Maybe.

Have you gone
completely and utterly
out of your mind?

I just�
Are you glad I came by
to surprise you?

Yeah. I'd have been gladder
if you met me at the airport
or outside on the street.

I can't believe that you
just threw this plant
through the window.

I can't believe you're getting
so upset about this window!

You're more upset about
this window than you are�
Than I am about what?

Than about your
protestations of fidelity!

They are not protestations.
They are outright denials.

It's beyond desire. It's beyond choice.
It's phallic incapacity.

It's an inoperative shaft.

If you were to put
a gun to my head
and say, "Fuck her.

She's gorgeous.
She needs you. It's easy.
No one will know."

I'd say, "Pull it. Pull the trigger.
Empty the chamber into my head."

Because that's
where it's at with me.
It's not even my dick anymore.

It's attached to me, yeah,
but it belongs to you.

I'll take it a step further.
Not only at this point�
because I'm so attached to you�

is every other girl on earth
not exciting to me
in the slightest,

every other girl
on earth, to me...
It's like a salaman�

It's like something
that came from under
a fucking rock!

It's disgusting to me.
It's like smelling cheese.

It's like...
It makes me fucking sick.

It disgusts me!
It's like smelling vomit.

Including me?

Wow. Whoa.
This is a shock.

This is a surprise.
Surprise.

Okay, this is a massive,
shattering shock.

But as difficult as it's
going to be for either
of you to believe me,

there's an absolutely
legitimate explanation.
What is it?

He doesn't have an explanation.
Just answer me one question.

In what way am I physically
disgusting to you?
In no way.

You just said I was.
When?

When? Thirty seconds ago!
You said every single person
except for Carla...

was physically disgusting
to you!

- It was a figure of speech. Hyperbole.
- Stop lying, you asshole.

I'm not lying.
You're not lying?

- I'm not lying.
- Everything you've said to both of us...

- for the past 10 months has been
a total, utter fucking lie!
- Can I say one thing?

This is not self-serving jargon
or an attempt to give myself
an out for the moment.

I may have been hiding parts
of my life from both of you
to avoid causing pain.

- Fuck you!
- I've never said anything
to either one of you�

- Fuck you!
- That I did not wholeheartedly mean.

- Fuck you.
- If you actually believe
what you just said,

- it's worse than if you don't.
- I don't follow that at all.

Oh, big surprise.
Huge, huge surprise.

- You know what she just meant by that?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I understood perfectly what she meant.
- Go ahead. Explain it to me.

I don't have to tell you anything.
You�re just lucky...

you don't have a kitchen knife sticking
through your Adam's apple right now!

- Carla. Carla, she's-
- I prefer you not use my name.

- You want me to call you Timmy?
- I don't wanna hear your voice
at all right now.

[Phone Rings]
Oh, absolutely. Excuse me.

I gotta get that.
[Ringing]

Hi, Mom.
Mom.

Hi. Uh�
[Stamping On Feet]

Yeah, it was pretty-
It was good.

I didn't get it,
but I got this other...

this thing
in the Catskills
that's gonna be real�

Can I call you back
in 10 minutes? Thanks.

Ten minutes. Okay.
Okay, bye. Bye, Ma.

[Lou]
So there is a third.
Third what?

Third girlfriend.
That's absurd.

You used your mother with me
to get free with Carla.

You used your mother with Carla
to get free with me.

Now you're using your mother
with both of us to get free...

- with whoever it is you plan on
going out with tonight.
- What? No, you don't understand.

No, no, no. Actually,
we didn't understand.

Now we do understand.
We understand everything.

Everything except why.
It would be better
if you stopped lying.

You were caught.
[Blake]
Wait.

- Stop. And try to explain.
- He can't.

- Let him try.
- Go ahead.
- My mom is...

Your mother is your excuse,
if she even exists.
Who knows?

You know what this is?
Um, this is really, um�

- This is horrendous. This is...
I'm� I'm devastated by this.
- No, you're not.

- You�re just exposed.
- What do you have to be
devastated about?

You didn't find out
that someone you trusted
had betrayed you.

I know, but� I'm just saying�
[Lou]
No, you know what?

Nothing you say means
fucking shit anyways.

Because you're a lying, cheating,
manipulating motherfucker!

You know what I think?
That's really abusive.

I don't think you understand
how it causes me pain to hurt
people that I care about.

Care about?
Yes, care about.

I'd like to cause pain
to people I hate, but�

Care about?
What happened to love?

I thought you loved me.
I really did.

And Carla thought
you loved her.

I did. I� and I do.
I really�

I do.
Me or her?

Both of you.
[Lou]
Both.

"Both" is very convenient.
"Both" is really convenient.

What about only?
You said only.

Look, I-I�
I fucked up here.

Horrendously, okay?
I was�

- You were greedy, and you were selfish.
- I was, well, wrong.

- A coward.
- A greedy, selfish coward.

You know what?
Um, I'm gonna�

And don't- Please stop, like,
pursuing me and follow�
'Cause I can't� I can't�

'Cause I think
that I understand
where you're coming from.

And I was there,
and I have been straight
with you the whole�

This whole entire�

If this was the forum that
would've been appropriate
for you to, you know�

If you have
to confront me...
And yet, at this-

I don't think that there's
anything for me now to�

I can't. I just- I can't.
Because if this was, uh�

No, this isn't, you know?
And both of you
at the same time.

And the word�
What you just-
That wasn't nice.

That wasn't right.

I was, uh�
No way.

No, 'cause I know
if I� if I�

[Deep Breath]
I know what I�
I think it's abusive.

I don't think-
Yeah.

I know� I know what I�
It�s just�
[Opening Drawers]

I gotta� I gotta�

I gotta do it, uh, for-for me.
For me, you know?

It's not like if there
was, uh, another�

'Cause this wasn't, uh�

It's not supposed
to have been�

This is affecting me.

It's mis-misery.
This, to me, is misery.

[Gunshot]

[Screams]
Oh, my God!

Oh, my�
[Gasping]

[Carla]
Oh! Oh, my�

[Groaning]
Oh!

Okay. Okay, fine.
He's about as dead
as we are.

Listen, I'm trying to teach
a little something here.

You fucking�
Oh, my God!

You fucking asshole!
How could you do that?

You know what that
feels like, you fucker?
Pretending like you're dead!

That's sadistic!
I had a point to make.
I had a valid point.

I'm not interested in
your fucking stupid point!

I'm interested in why you are
such a sick, compulsive liar!

You are caught in a sewer
of lies and deception,

and your response
is to lie and deceive!

You're right.
This is kinda fucked up.

But I am an actor,
and actors lie.

It just gets worse
and worse.

I'm not trying to excuse it.
I think I learned something.

It's not even a valid point.
A lot of actors don't lie.

Just as a lot of actors
who play killers...

do not kill people
when they are not acting.

Not good actors.
Name one good actor
who doesn't lie.

This is beyond belief,
even for you.

Okay. Denzel Washington.
He doesn't lie.

- How do you know that?
- Because I just do.

- He oozes honesty and integrity.
- See? Denzel Washington is a good actor,

and a good actor persuades you
of one reality and lives out another.

Blake, are you gonna tell me
that Denzel Washington isn't
the most coolest person around?

- I don't know. Do you know
Denzel Washington personally?
- No. Do you?

Yeah. I've seen him around.
I've seen him at parties, auditions.

Really? You and Denzel Washington.
Did you guys audition together?

- Yeah.
- Like the two of you for a big director?

I mean, I don't think
Denzel fucking Washington
auditions, do you?

He's a huge, fucking movie star,
unlike yourself.

I saw him at Gray's Papaya,
like, two weeks ago, okay?

I think I got a pretty fair
indication of what he's like.

I'm not even talking about
Denzel Washington as an individual.

I'm talking generically.
I'm talking about the art of acting.

The nature, the life,
the experience for me as an actor, okay?

Your point is it's okay for you
to lie and lead a double life
because you're an actor.

I'm saying that the two
are connected, okay?

If I was a Supreme Court justice,
you would expect a literal, on-the-nose,

literal-minded answer,
a straight-ahead answer like that.

But as an actor, I think that
I'm granted a little leeway.

So this makes it our fault.
We should know you�re
a liar and double-dealer-

Clarence Thompson.

Who the fuck
is Clarence Thompson?

The Supreme Court justice
who lied about Anita Hill. Duh!

- Thomas.
- Thomas who?

Thomas. Clarence Thomas.
Clarence Thomas is�

And there's no proof that
he lied about anything.
[Lou] Oh, really?

You think that Anita Hill made up
the whole coke can-pubic hair thing?

Are you intentionally missing my point?
That's the feeling I'm getting.

No, I am not.
You said you're not
a Supreme Court justice.

And I said that Clarence Thompson
is exactly the same lying, cheating,

pathetic fucking fool
as you are!

Okay, stop it, both of you.
You are letting him
sidetrack us...

from finding out why he is such
a liar, which is the only reason
I am still here.

That's a very,
very good point, Carla.

Why am I still here?

I'm fuckin' outta here.

Why would you treat two people
that you claim to love
with such contempt?

It wasn't contempt.
That's the last thing it was.

It was love.
It was love.

Fuck you, Blake.

I mean fuck you
up and down,

in and out,
front and rear.

Fuck you till you bleed
and pus pours out of your asshole.

You're a lying,
mugging,

misogynistic,
unemployable, short,

loft-inheriting,
piece-of-shit fraud.

And love? You have the audacity
to use the word "love"?

You don't even know
the meaning of the word "love."

Fuck you.

I'm short now too, huh?
I'm, like, 5'10".

I'm short...
and a fraud.

Loft-inheriting.

I mean, what, did you want me
to sell it when he died?

It was supposed to go to me.
It's mine.

You enjoy it.
You lived�

[Sighs]

What is wrong with you?
Why-Why are you doing this?

Is this what you want?
Is this how you wanna live
the rest of your life�

just damaging people around you,
damaging yourself? Just�

Is it?
Really? Is it?

'Cause if it is,

why don't you just really
fucking blow your brains out?

Really. Right now.

That's not what you wanna do.
You should make a commitment
to really shape your ass up.

Stop bullshitting everyone.

Stop deceiving everyone.
Stop doing this...

And yourself too.

You should promise me this
right now.

Like, the real promise.
The real deal now, or�

[Deep Breath]
All right, I'm gonna� See,
I can't even fucking believe you.

I can't believe shit that you say.
Your word is worth shit.

But I'm going to give you a chance,
and I think this is really-

This is your last,
your last chance...

to fucking just
get your shit together.

You've gotta
get it together.

Gotta get it together.

You've got
to get it together.

Got to get it together.
Got to get it�

# And you give
your hand to me #

# And then you say #

# And I can hardly speak #

# My heart is beating so ##

[Jabbering]

[Gasping]

[Exhales]

[Water Runs]

## [Stereo: Male Choir Singing
"Cum Sancto Spiritu"]

## [Boys Choir Singing
"Cum Sancto Spiritu"]

## [Choirs Overlapping]

## [Orchestra Continues]

Mmm.

## [Continues, Muffled]
I come in, and-and the second
I walk in the door�

The-The ground floor,
the door's open.

And I look in there,
and there's-
There's a body in there.

I don't know. No, it's not them.
It's, like, the artist guy, Rex.

I don't know if it's him.
I don't know if it's...
I don't know who it is.

I call the police.
They come over.

And within 25 seconds
of finding this body- They
call the coroner or whatever.

They come upstairs
and they're grilling me,
these two detectives.

That's- Yeah,
when you called me.

They were, like, relentless,
like I did it or something.

And then maybe 'cause, like,
the time of death of the body
or something,

it was obvious
that I couldn't have
'cause I just got back.

So they- So then�

Stop. You're smoking right now.
I can hear it.

## [Choirs Continue]
You want some more?

I've had too much
already.

Pour me a little of yours.

Good.

Yeah, I know you're smoking.
You don't have to tell�

You can't.

Yeah, but I know. It's not even like,
"I can sometimes" or whatever.

Because you have no idea.
I'm the one. I took you to hospital.

## [Continues]

That's enough.

One more.

We'll finish
the bottle.

Mom?

[Combined Choirs]
# In gloria Dei Patris
Dei Patris #

# Amen ##

Mmm!

Did you throw away
the cigarettes?

[Lou]
Know what you should
do with your hair?

Mom, you are destroying
your voice.

No, I'm serious. What�
Why are you talking
so loud?

[Carla]
That'd be good.
Mom, you are� You�

You're wrecking
your circulation.
It's a very elegant look.

I'm serious.
You're strangling
your circulation.

Mom, each cigarette
is like a nail in your�

You just gotta stop.
Do you want me to come over
there? I'll come over there.

What about, um�
Do you think that I could
ever braid your hair?

If you want to, you can.
Because I used to like
to braid my hair,

but now I have short hair.

Okay.
Okay, well, call me
if you need me, okay?

- Okay. I love you. Bye.
- [Laughs]

Wow.

[Both Laugh]

Hey, Blake, you wanna braid
Carla's hair with me?

It could be fun.
We could braid her hair.

- You want the truth?
- No. We want another lie.

No, seriously. The truth.
The truth, um� The truth is�

Look at him. I mean,
the very words "the truth is"
make him draw a blank.

The truth is that I meant
everything that I said
to each of you...

- at the time I was saying it.
- Bullshit.

- No, it was new to me.
- Oh, it was new to you.

The first time I'd ever felt love
was simultaneously with both of you�

for the first time ever in my life�
and I was� I was baffled.

It was very unnerving to me.
It was very unsettling.

Poor you.
Poor fucking you.

I'm not suggesting sympathy.
I think that would be grotesque.

I'm just trying to do what
I think we all want done here,

which is to make sense
of this fiasco that I've created.

So you've made your point.
It was confusing and unsettling
when you discovered,

as you put it,
that you were in love with
two women at the same time.

Yes.
And?

And it was... it was exciting,
if you wanna know the truth.

It never occurred to me
at any point to give up
either one of you.

Because both of you
made me feel phenomenal
when I was with you,

and I was under the impression
that I was not totally
uninspiring to both of you.

So as long as we didn't
know about each other,
then it was okay?

No, I'm not saying
it was okay.
I knew that it was wrong.

But the rightness of it that I felt
gave me a way of justifying it,

a way of seeing it the way
that I wanted to see it
so that I could continue.

- You are such a manipulator.
- Manipulation?
No, it's not manipulation.

'Cause manipulation
implies concealment.
I'm concealing nothing.

- Since when?
- Since now.

I absolutely think you�re lying.
You're definitely
concealing something.

It's too easy.
Yeah, it's too fucking easy.

- It's too fast.
- What am I concealing?

You may not even
be aware of it.

Lying comes like
breathing to you.

[Beeping]

Mom, hi. It's me. Listen,
I'm sorry I'm calling back,
but your voice sounds weird.

It's- It's really low.

See, why are you
talking like that, Mom?
'Cause I'm getting scared.

I need to call you right back.
If it's the connection,
then I can�

I'm calling you right back.
Hold on.
[Both Giggling]

[Beeping]

Why is this funny to you?
I'm concerned.

Hi. Are you sure
you're okay?

Look, I'm sorry.
I just� I just� I just-
I don't understand why you�re...

I know, but just let me�

Okay, well, I'm here,
and I am worried about you.
And I'm gonna� If I don't-

Okay. Okay. Sorry.

She gets upset
if I'm too solicitous.

There's something wrong
with her though. Her voice�
she sounds really strange.

Blake, hasn't your mother
been sick for, like, 10 months?

- I mean� [Laughs]
- [Carla] Mm-hmm.

That's what you have
been saying, right?

Yeah.

If there's a real
change in her voice,
you should call a doctor.

I know. I am going
to call the doctor.
[Beeping]

All right. Sorry.

Hi. Dr. Cutler,
please.

Can you tell him Blake Allen
called and it's very important
he calls me at home?

He has the number.
Thank you.

## [Techno:
Man Singing, Indistinct]

[Laughing]
What?

## [Continues]

So will you ever believe
anything I say again?

I would be pretty stupid to,
wouldn't I?

Haven't you
ever lied to anyone
and-and� and known...

what it'd done and felt
horrible about it...

and-and� and known you
could never do it again?

Known and then not done it
or known and then gone ahead
and done it anyway?

I guess what
I'm asking is-is-
is can you forgive me?

## [Continues]

So explain
something to me.

Did it excite you to know
that you were always
in danger of being caught?

It must have.
It excited you.

It had to.
[Blake]
No.

[Carla] Oh, yes, it did.
You were exciting yourself
by leading a double life.

You were risking disaster.
Of course it excited you.

If it did,
I wasn't aware of it.
You were aware.

## [Continues]

Mmm.

## [Continues]

Mmm.
Yeah.

## [Continues]

[Carla Moaning]

## [Continues]

[Blake Groans]

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Where the fuck
are you going? Huh?

[Carla Whimpering]

[Moans]

## [Continues]

[Carla Moaning]

Ohh! Ohh!

[Moaning, Climaxing]

## [Ends]
[Moans]

[Out Of Breath]

Mmm.

I have to make a call.
What? I have a phone
right here.

[Chuckles]
It's private.

[Out Of Breath]

Why don't you
run after her?
She doesn't want me to.

But you would if she did.
It's okay. You can admit it.

I understand perfectly
why you�re attracted to her.

She's great. She's beautiful.
She's clever.
She's a good person.

And she knows how
to take care of herself.

I mean, what more
could somebody want?

Nothing. But you have
all those qualities too.

No, I don't, and you know it.
I'm not� I'm not beautiful.
I'm cute.

And I'm�
No.

I'm not clever. I'm streetwise.
And I'm not a very good person.

I mean, the only thing I am
is self-sufficient.

I do know how to
take care of myself.
And you are a good person.

Don't say that
about yourself.
No, I'm not.

How can you say that?
How do you know?
You don't even know me.

I thought I knew you
better than anyone
who had ever known you.

I thought I knew you better
than you knew yourself.
That's what you said.

No, that's what you said.

Maybe I did. Maybe I said it
because I knew that was
what you wanted to hear.

The way everything
you said to me was what
you thought I wanted to hear.

Right up until just now
when you did it again.

Speaking of which, I noticed
that you didn't correct me...

when I said that I was cute
instead of beautiful...

and streetwise
instead of clever.

You're thinking about Carla.

See? If you had been honest
from the beginning,

things might have
worked out a lot better
for all three of us...

and much more
interestingly, hmm.

How so?

Sometimes you
underestimate people.

What? Meaning
I underestimated you?

No. Meaning that I might have
been ready for certain things.

- Such as?
- Such as... a lot of things.

Such as?

Different things. And Carla
might have been ready too.

For what?

You know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, I know. I just want
to hear you say it.

- Yeah, I'm sure you do.
- So?

- Use your imagination.
- So what you're saying is�

What I'm saying is that you blew it.

You didn't have the confidence
in yourself to believe...

that you could get what
you wanted with the truth.

What did I want
that I didn't get?

Half of what you just got in there.

- You mean double?
- Yeah, right. Double.

Like what? Like I've... To have
been with both of you together?

That that was my secret desire,
and I was too timid to admit it?

Well, no. I mean,
I'm not saying just sex,

and I'm not saying sex once.

What do you mean?

I am referring to...
Mormonism.

- Mormonism?
- Mormonism.

- I think you mean bigamy.
- Yes, bigamy, right.

But not about the whole
"getting married" thing.

Just more about us all
hanging out together,

you know, and doing things
together...

and just being together
all the time, you know?

More like a triple
instead of a couple.

So that's how you
would have wanted it?

No. That's how you
would've wanted it.

You didn't have the...
whatever to admit it.

You think that's what
Carla would want?

Maybe. I think- I think
she would be open to it.

I think that we�
we could convince her.

[Phone Ringing]
[Chuckles]

Uh� Excuse me.

[Ringing]

[Doorbell Buzzes]
Hello. Hi, Dr. Cutler.
Thanks for calling me back.

Listen, I've talked to my mom, like,
three, four... a bunch of times today,

and there's something
in the level of her voice that
has got me, like, frightened.

And I just
want to know if you�
Will you just call her...

and-and then call me back
and tell me what I should do?

No, I'm telling you that
I know something is wrong.

I just want you to call her,
call me back and tell me
what is to be done.

[Lou]
This is turning out
to be a very strange day.

[Carla] After starting
out rather innocently.
Okay.

[Lou] Everything
is changing so fast.
Thanks.

Everything seems to be going
from one extreme to another
and back again.

Almost as if love and hate
were interchangeable.

No, I don't mean
interchangeable.
I mean inverted.

You know, especially now
for us with him.

I mean, there's a part of me
that feels like we could just
tell him to fuck off...

and never see him again.

But I was also thinking that
we could try something else.

You know,
something new and modern
and kind of strange.

Like this famous poet.
Do you know what
I'm talking about?

Excuse me. Am I right
in assuming that I'm not
wanted for the moment?

Yes.
Or for longer
than a moment.

Then I'll vanish.

Which famous poet?
Um, well, I can't
remember his name,

but there was a biography
on him the other night
that I watched on cable.

And he had a wife
and a mistress,

and they did
everything together.

And the women really got along.
They were attracted
to each other.

They respected each other,
and there was no jealousy
or possessiveness.

I mean, it was
really very cool.

And I just can't remember
his fucking name.
D.H. Lawrence?

No. Wasn't he
the Lawrence of Arabia guy?
Wasn't he gay?

No. That was T.E. Lawrence.
T.E. Lawrence. No.
This guy had a weird name.

It was like� It sounded
like a "Zzz," like Ezard or�

Ezra Pound.
Pound.

Yes! Ezra Pound. That's it!
I thought you vanished.

I don't think-
What�
What are you doing?

I mean, really.
What are you doing?

Are you trying to figure out
how to make us forget?

Are you searching for a new role
to slip into because this
old one doesn't work?

Are you lost?
Are you nervous?
You look nervous.

Are you practicing
your act?

I'm a practicing actor.
You're trying hard.

I'm a good actor.
Right.

I'm not a hack.
Oh, really?

Obviously, you've never seen
my Hamlet, or you wouldn't
be berating me in this fashion.

You'd have respect for me.
You would.

See, that's me
in that picture over there.
I am the Melancholy Dane.

Did Hamlet lead a double life?
I have to lay you on
to a little of it, I think.

So you want center stage?
Yep.

Always trying to be loved.

Okay. Hamlet is upset
with his mother for...
amongst many things...

co-conspiring to kill
his father and also
for owning his dick.

Oh, well, you can relate
to that one, right?

No, but I can relate
to how angry he is.

And to how she
controls his dick.
Okay. Shh.

It's coming. It's coming.
[Deep Breath]

Ecstasy.

My pulse, as yours,
doth temperately keep time,

and makes
as healthful music.

It is not madness
that I have uttered.
Bring me to the test.

And I the matter will re-word
which madness would
gambol from.

Mother!

For love of grace,
lay not that flattering
unction to your soul,

that not your trespass,
but my madness speaks:

It will but skin and film
the ulcerous place,

whilst rank and corruption,
mining all within, infects...

unseen.

Confess yourself to heaven;
repent what's past;
avoid what is to come;

and do not spread
the compost on the weeds...

to make them ranker.

Forgive me this my virtue;

for in the fatness
of these pursy times...

virtue itself of vice
must pardon beg.

Yeah, curb and woo...

for leave to do him good.

O Hamlet, thou hast
cleft my heart in two.

Oh, throw away the worser part
of it and live the purer
with the other half.

Good night, but do not go to
my uncle's bed; assume a virtue,
if you have it not.

You're gonna tell me that
I'm not a great actor?

I like your singing better.
You do?

## [Singing In German]

## [Continues]

Where did you grab that line?
I didn't know that you knew
Shakespeare.

There's a lot you
don't know about me.

Yeah, I know, like who did
you just go outside to call?

- My mother.
- Really?

See, by the way that you're
looking when you say that�

No, you didn't call your mom.
Who did you call?

My mother. Why is it
so hard for you to believe
that I'm calling my mother?

Aren't you calling
your mother all the time?

Yeah, but my mom is not well.
My mom hasn't been well.

I would never lie about
whether or not my mom was well.

Well, who knows? You've lied
about everything else.

I have lied about nothing
except sexual fidelity.

That's really nothing, isn't it?
It's hardly worth mentioning.

It's one tiny, little, infinitesimal
glitch on the radar screen.

Yeah, and what do you mean
about sexual fidelity?

Do you mean that
it was just the two of us
for the last year?

- That I was lying to, yeah.
- Oh, that you were lying to.

But what about casual
acquaintances that you
didn't have to lie to...

because they didn't care what you did
or who you did it with?

- There was a few. Very few.
- How few is very few?

I thought that
we were beyond...

this-this stage�
What made you think
we were beyond it?

Because it's unpleasant for
you to be put on the spot 'cause
you'd like to be beyond it?

Because we had
a little moment?
Moment?

Yes, a little moment,
which changed nothing.

Just as when I went outside,
you and Lou had a little moment,
which changed nothing either.

- We didn't touch each other.
- He's actually telling the truth this time.

- It didn't even come up.
- Why not?

Why not?
Well, I wouldn't
have let him.

Just the thought
never crossed my mind.
Nice. Thank you very much.

Well, no. You said you
wouldn't have anyway.
Well�

How few is few?
Five.

Seven. I'm sorry.
It was seven. It was sev�

- It was less than 10.
- Less than 10?

Less than 10?
Do I hear- Do I hear 20?

Hey!
Thirty? Fifty?

Hey, come on.
Who do you think I am? Nero?
I'm not Wilt Chamberlain.

[Lou] No, but you're desperate
and you're obsessed and you're
totally out of control.

Don't deny it, Blake,
you are.

Well, all right, maybe
I am out of control often,
usually.

Do you really want to do this?
'Cause we're at the door of
utter, uninhibited disclosure.

Do you really want to hear
names, dates, places?

Who wanted to be licked where?
Who wanted to be fucked how?

Who had to be told what?
Or in my estimation, what I think
your personal defects are?

Or what you're ready to hear?
Or what you don't want
to hear secretly?

Or what if I told you what
I thought about you but would
devastate you to hear?

Oh, so you're saying
that the reason that
we're in this situation...

is because of
our personal defects?

What kind of girl gets involved
with a guy like me knowing�
But we didn't know.

You never even let us get
to know you. That's the thing.

Because why? I don't know.
You thought that if we would
get to know you,

then we would see who you
really are and we wouldn't
want to be with you.

Why weren't you honest
from the beginning?
I never told you�

You could've said,
"Look, I just cannot be faithful.
Let's get to know each other."

Why did you have to make it
into some fucking romance
that you didn't believe in?

I think you�ve been
avoiding us this whole time
by calling your mother.

It's like you're obsessed
with your mother. We can't even
talk to you for two seconds.

But you're on the phone
talking to your mother.

You're substituting her
for having a real relationship
in your life.

Stop talking about my mom.
This is not right.
This is about us.

Everything is from your
point of view, and you're
not fucking interested in us,

because you're so fucking into
your own head and how fucking
charming and funny-

And you're an actor, and everything.
You just fucking avoid it.

And you don't care about us
and our problems at all.

All you care about
is convincing yourself
that you're so desirable...

by getting lots of women
to fuck you, right?

You don't even know how to be,
like, just a person,

just a clear, simple person.

And this is probably the most
truthful moment of your life
right now. Am I right?

I cannot believe that you are
just dumping all this shit
on me right now.

This is really toxic.
This is really fucked up.

I would never get off
on just sitting down
and just railing into someone...

and telling them all
their character defects.
This is twisted.

- You think you really know me?
- Yeah.

And you think you just have me down
and you know all my faults and all that.

- Pretty well.
- Okay, well, how many guys
do you think I fucked?

None.
You've always said none.

Well, that's right, but you've
said none, too, haven't you?

Not only is that what you've
told me, but I just know that
you're probably incapable of it,

because you're so�
you're so...

You think I don't even know
what sexual temptation is,

like I couldn't understand
on your higher plane
of sexual aliveness.

I could never understand that?
How many guys do you think I've
fucked since I've been with you?

None.
More.

- One.
- More.

- Two. You're lying, so�
- More.

Three. I know what you're doing.
You�re just trying to be�
I don't know.

More.
Four?
Fuck you. Four?

Yes, four, but maybe it was
three because one was Victorio,
and he was a repeat.

Now do you want to hear
what these guys liked?

How they liked to be
degraded or deified...

or how they liked to be licked
or touched or fucked?

Or do you want a comparative
description of dick size,
including your own?

I don't like this.
Do you still love me?

Am I still your one,
your one and only one that you love?

Are you incapable of getting
excited by anyone except me?

I can't�
I can't even look at you.

I mean, do you?
Do you still love me?

Okay, I know what
you're trying to do.

I kind of understand it even
though it's twisted and really,
like, psychotic of you to do it,

but I will forgive you.

Just-Just stop,
'cause it's not working.

You can call him at the Soho Grand.
He's staying there at Penthouse 5.

He threatened to tell you if
I didn't go see him tonight when
I talked to him on the phone.

I know that you would never
do it, because you would never
have reacted with such anger...

to what I did
if you had been
doing it yourself.

Because if you have, then you are
so much more fucked up than I am.

At least I'm fucking finally
telling you the truth. You don't
need to pull it out of me.

When I did this to you,
I wasn't trying to hurt you.

Now you�re doing it to me, like,
with the intention of being hurtful.

I'm not trying to hurt you.
I'm only trying to get
on some honest ground...

where I feel like the rug
isn't going to be pulled out
from under me.

You fucked Victorio? Victorio?
That Chippendale�s jerk?
Speaking of honest ground.

I want to be on
honest ground too.

I understand completely
what Carla's saying.

Right.

Three girls.

[Giggles]
Three girls.

[Sighs]
I'm so glad I said it.

This is� You know what?
This isn't even,
like, going well,

this little thing that you guys
set up to fuck with me.

No. We have not discussed this.
I had no idea that
she was gonna say this,

- and I'm sure she had no idea
that I was gonna say�
- Jesus Christ!

And this just proves
to both of us...

that we were both sort
of unsatisfied with you.
Girls? Girls?

- So you are essentially
a carpet-muncher then?
- No. I find that term offensive.

I'm sorry.
I find that term offensive.

- Clam-bumper.
- No. I am an evolved woman...

that realizes that you can
get a lot out of a relationship
from a woman�

like sensitivity, trust,
nurturing�

that you cannot
get out of a man.

There's, like, a gray area�
I can't fucking believe
that you came here...

and have driven my ass into
the ground for 45 minutes,

holding on to this information
of what you two have been up to.

- This is fucking nuts!
- Because you are not open with us.
You're not who you are.

You have fucked
four other guys, and you've
been with three women?

Yeah.
This is pathetic.

Oh, you're so shocked.
You said we should know�
Shut up!

Just fucking lash out!
You guys have been railing
into me about this bullshit!

You're eating pussy!
You're fucking three other guys
and Victorio! Fuck both of you!

You should have known
that we were doing this
if you�re telling us�

We didn't love those people.
What does it matter
if you loved them or not?

This is fucking ridiculous.
Oh, yeah? Well,
have you loved anyone?

You think you really love me?
Did you really love Lou?

How do you love two people?
Have you ever really
loved anyone?

Can you spare it in between
all the times you're fucking
all these different people?

Do you have time
to, like, have a feeling?

And it doesn't feel
very good, does it?

Do you ever have
any real feelings?

Or do you just, like, uh,
play Hamlet all the time
and pretend to have real feelings?

Look, I made
my suggestion,

and I thought
it was a good one�

Two girls and a guy.

But it seems like
you guys are a little
too conventional for that.

And that's okay.
[Phone Rings]

[Ringing]

Hello. Hi, Dr. Cutler.

Thanks for calling me back.
So you talked to her?

Yeah.

No. I think there was
a very significant drop
in her voice.

Fifty percent at least.

Well, no offense,
but maybe you don't know.

I talk to her three times a day,
and I know that there is
something different.

Do you think that
it's possible that-that�

Yes, she's still smoking.

I don't know
what she told you,
but that's the truth.

Well, when you tell me
not to worry� Don't worry?
I am worried.

Your professional opinion?
I� Listen, I know my mother.

I'm telling you there's
something wrong with her,

and I think that she should
probably be admitted today.

Well, I don't think
that's acceptable.

All right, so if you�re not
going to be in the office,
then-then give me�

What good is having
your service number?

When I call you,
they're gonna track you
down to the ninth hole?

I'm telling you I need your help,
and you're telling me not to worry,
and I am worried.

Well, then refer me
to someone else.

I'm telling you
that something's wrong.
I've got to bring her in. No�

I am relaxed.
I am relaxed.

But I don't understand
why you�re-you're...

Well,
what do you suggest?

Is that all
you have to say?

You're a fucking quack.

I'll just do it myself.

This fucking helps a lot
with this bullshit.

[Muttering]
I'm gonna go upstairs
and make a phone call.

Okay.
Okay.

I apologize if I was derogatory
about your bisexuality.

It's okay.

I'm gonna have to go see
my mom in a couple of minutes,
'cause there's something, uh�

This guy's inept.
He's a quack, and I just�
For five minutes, I gotta�

[Sighs]

I feel bad
about everything.

I do. I'm sorry that
I reacted the way
I did in there.

And-And I just�
Words are, uh,
not serving me at all.

I think that language
is always lies, no matter...

That's why I like playing
the piano, because then
there's no words, and-and�

What's your point?
What do you want to do?

I don't know.
I'm very reluctant
to just say good-bye.

I think that there's
something exceptional
that could come of us,

not just ditching our
relationship right now,
don't you?

Even if I think that,
I think it would� The cycle
would just still continue.

Finally, it would just
come down to chemistry.
Hormones.

Yeah, or the only thing to do
when you�re just overcome
with overwhelming desire...

Is just submit to it.
I mean, even if it's
only rarely or once.

Right. It's still�
I don't know.
A violation.

Yeah. Well, even if
it was admitted to,
if it was owned up to�

Bragged about?
What?

Don't you think that's
what it would feel like?

"Hi, how was your day?"
"It was great. I fucked
this guy. How was yours?"

What are you saying?
That after everything,
it's better to lie?

I'm just saying
that maybe we�re just
not capable of monogamy.

I mean, maybe to some people
it's second nature.

Maybe we�re just�
Fucked up?

Maybe monogamy violates
some essential part of our being
and desire makes us feel alive.

We need to feel desired
and to say no is like
a self-mutilation.

Some people, maybe they're
so desperate they need to feel
they're not alone...

so they just pretend that they
can love one person exclusively.

"They" being you and I?
Well, would you
argue with that?

I'd like to,
but I don't think I could
make a valid argument for it.

But I think that regardless
of whether or not you can
trust me 100% of the time,

or I can trust you
when I'm not with you,
or we trust ourselves,

that doesn't mean
that we should just
can it right now.

I think we should continue
and see what happens.

Stick it out.

I gotta go see my mom.
I'll be right back, okay?

Don't leave, okay?

I'm gonna go.

But here's my number.

If you ever have the beer,
I'll always have the time.

And I don't mean
just sexually.

Not just sexually anyway.

[Silent Sob]
[Beeping]

Hi. Manhattan on,
uh, Madison Avenue.
It's Frank E. Campbell.

It's a business.

Uh, Cam� uh, "E,"
the letter "E."

And then Campbell.
C-A-M-P-B-E-L-L.

Uh, it's a funeral home.

[Beeping]

[Sobbing]

Hi. I'm call� uh�

[Sobbing]

I'm sorry.

Hi. Hello�

Hello? Hi. My-

[Sobbing]

Hello? Hi, yeah, um,

I'm calling to make
funeral arrangements...

for my friend's mother.

Dorothy Allen.

Okay. Yeah, we'll
be there then. Okay.

[Sobbing]

Oh, shit.

[Sobbing]

Oh, shit.
I'm really sorry.

Oh, goddamn.

I'm sorry.

We should go.
Okay.

[Sighs]

Let me get my coat.

## [Intro, Slow Tempo]

## [Ballad]

## [Continues]

## [Ends]

[Man]
# You give your hand to me #

# And then you say hello #

# And I can hardly speak #

# My heart is beating so #

# And anyone can tell #

# You think you know me well #

# No, you don't know me #

[Woman]
# No, you don't know the one #

# Who dreams of you at night #

# And longs to kiss your lips #

# And longs to hold you tight #

# To you, I�m just a friend #

# That's all I've ever been #

# No, you don't know me #

[Man]
# Well, I never knew #

# The art of making love #

[Woman]
# Though my heart #

# Aches with love for you #

[Man]
# Afraid and shy #

# Honey, I let my chance go by #

[Woman]
# The chance that you
might have loved me too #

[Man]
# You give your hand to me #

# And then you say hello #

[Woman]
# And I can hardly speak #

# My heart is beating so #

[Man]
# And anyone can tell #

# You think you know me well #

[Woman]
# No, you don't know me #

[Both]
# No, you don't know the one #

# Who dreams of you at night #

# And longs to kiss your lips #

# And longs to hold you tight #

# To you, I�m just a friend #

# That's all I've ever been #

# No, you don't know me #

# Well, I never knew #

# The art of making love #

# Though my heart #

# Aches with love for you #

# Afraid and shy #

# Honey, I let my chance go by #

# The chance that you
might have loved me too #

# You give your hand to me #

# And then you say good-bye #

# I watch you walk away #

# Beside that lucky guy #

# Oh, you'll never know #

# The one who loves you so #

# No, you don't know me #

[Man]
# You don't know me #

[Woman]
# You don't know me ##