All language subtitles for Henry June_full xx

Thank you.

It began so innocently.

He said it was strange that a woman
would want to publish a defense of D .H.

Lawrence and that his words are
considered an incitement to sex.

Then he said, you write about sex... Sex
with some authority, Miss Nin.

You must have led a rather free life.

Free? I mean, you must have had a lot of
experience.

You know, affairs.

What I'm interested in is how you came
to have such insights into the erotic.

Through literature.

Yes, I love Proust and...

But I suppose my real

awakening came when my husband Hugo and
I first arrived in Paris and rented a

bachelor apartment for the summer.

One day I was tidying up.

As I was going through the closets where
the owner had left his personal

belongings, I discovered...

In that closet I became familiar with
the endless varieties of erotic

Hugo

I thought you might need a lift

Are you all right, Pussy Willow?

He kissed me, Hugo.

What?

Oh, my God.

It was just one kiss.

He kisses me once.

Then he caresses all of my body.

He seeks my breasts.

and my most secret, sensitive part.

His hands are deft.

I'm tempted by unknown pleasures.

When I see that I have let him be
aroused, I let him release his desire

my legs.

I just let him.

Out of pity, I tell Hugo only part of
the story.

Remember to meet me at 8 tonight.

Oh, Hugo, would you mind very much if I
didn't go this evening?

Yes, I would mind.

Oh, I'm sorry, but all that crowd talks
about is bad loans or threats or estate

planning. Estate planning can be very
creative.

Look, the bank is how we got to Paris.

I need this job, and I admit I sometimes
enjoy it. Why not?

Why not?

You're changing into someone else, Hugo.

You're even beginning to smell like the
bank.

I'm working so that you can write.

I need to know people who are alive,
Hugo.

You're not concentrating.

You're holding on. Do it again.

I can't seem to concentrate anymore,
Eduardo.

My life... Sometimes I think I need
something else.

An older man, a man stronger than I am.

You like to make me suffer.

I've loved you since we were children,
Anais.

But... I've always had a fear that I
wouldn't be able to.

No. Oh,

look at them, Eduardo.

They're so exquisite.

Why were Hermione to be swept away?

They don't move me like you do.

What place you got here, Hugo?

Peaceful.

Been here long?

Just since the crash.

Since the crash?

Don't you live before?

We lived well.

This is Henry Miller, the American
writer Osborne is putting up. My wife,

Nin.

How are you, Anis?

Eduardo Sanchez, Anais' cousin.

Anais, you ought to read some of Henry's
stuff.

For my money, he's got it over D .H.
Lawrence.

Oh, I'd love to read what you've
written. Henry hasn't been published

And you're comparing him to Lawrence?

I don't want to be compared to Lawrence.
Lawrence probably would have hated the

way I write. Henry writes for the man in
the streets.

Just like I don't care for his writing.

Nice. I've just been writing a book
about Lawrence.

Oh, perhaps his sexuality is too strong
for you. Too strong? He's childish.

He's prudish, if you ask me. I mean, the
French have been writing about this

stuff all along.

I mean, Rabelais, Flaubert.

Frankly, I can't imagine any modern
writer not to owe a debt to Lawrence. We

should eat something. If you ask me, he
makes too much out of sex. He makes a

damn gospel out of it. Now, in my way, I
think sex is a natural, you know.

Like birth or death.

Besides, I'm not interested in
literature as we know it or poetry as we

What are you interested in? Henry writes
about fucking.

Fucking? No, I'm saying about self
-liberation. Nope, it's definitely about

fucking. Osborne! We should eat
something. Hold on.

Amelia's waiting. What are you doing?

flip through a few more pages, and I
realize this is my own novel I'm

with some joker's name on it, written in
French, being sold in the best

bookstore in Paris.

Unbelievable. How's that possible? How's
that possible?

Hugo, you remember last year when some
guy stole my briefcase with my

in it?

Well, this guy swiped my manuscript, but
what this joker doesn't realize is I'll

get him.

The souffle is from an old family
recipe.

Souffle? So this is a souffle.

I hope it's substantial enough.

So, what this joker doesn't know is I'll
get him because I'm a copyright lawyer.

I'm going to go after him just like I
went after the other joker. The guy who

stole your play. The guy who stole my
play. That's on Broadway. That's on

Broadway.

I told you this already?

About how this guy must have stolen my
play right out of my briefcase?

I'd be a well -received writer by now if
it weren't for these jokers.

But I'll get him. I'm not taking any
chances.

This is my new baby in me.

You laughing at me?

I just feel so good.

Wonderful. What a fine moment we have
here.

A free lunch, fire in the fireplace,
wonderful wines.

The color's blue and orange.

It's wonderful. Wonderful.

No other word for it.

So what do you write?

Poetry or something?

Most of my writing is in these diaries.

No.

No,

I never let anyone read it.

I never show it to anyone.

Except Hugo.

Sometimes.

I always wanted to read The Captive.

A prison, yeah.

Please,

I want you to have it.

I'll borrow it.

Thanks.

I used to go to the six -day bike races
we had in Brooklyn.

Yeah, I love prizes.

Whoa!

But I couldn't take it. I want you to
have it.

But what'll you use, Pussyboy? I'll
borrow yours, Hugo.

You can't ride a man's bike. In that
case, Henry should take mine.

Hey, thanks, Hugo.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I could really use it.

Let's go and visit.

Come on, Eduardo.

I'll race you back to Paris before I get
started.

On your mark.

Come on. I don't paint anymore.

The mere bike is just a means of getting
home.

Get set?

You're no match for me.

Are you set, O'Dwarnall?

I must warn you that I used to rake. Go!

I'd love to read some of these written.
Bad chance. He'll never get published.

I've met Henry May.

He's feral, flamboyant.

He's a man life intoxicates.

He's like me, but he doesn't know it
yet.

Henry's quite a character.

Night,

pussy willow.

Night, Hugo.

Let me help you. Hugo, I'll be fine.

Osmond said he'd be home and I want to
surprise Henry.

I just thought you could use a hand.

Sure you're all right? Yes, I'm fine,
Hugo.

I'll take the train and meet you home
later.

I'll wait a minute, just in case.

I don't want you to wait.

I'll see you tonight.

See you tonight.

© transcript Emily Beynon

Osborne?

you

Oh, God, Anitha forgot.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Wait.

Henry? Hey, kid.

Slumber, huh?

I went to Osmond's place and he told me
where to find you.

I bought my typewriter. I thought you
should have it.

Hey,

um, can we go and sit down somewhere?

Why not?

There's a little cafe back there.

Come on.

Actress in the film.

She reminds you of someone.

A woman who obsesses you.

I know that feeling.

I'm often obsessed.

You ought to eat something, kid. Eat
like a bird.

All right, I'll tell you.

June appeared like an angel. I offered
her a fool's fate.

She was a taxi dancer.

I paid my dime.

She put her head on my shoulder.

But then the lies began.

She told me her mother was a gypsy.

Her father was a cunt.

Later I saw a film and realized she
swiped her whole childhood right out of

film.

And so?

So I married her.

She gave me the courage to finally quit
my job so I could write full time.

She believed in me.

Somehow she got some money and we'd buy
strawberries in the winter.

We're broke. We're living in a dump in
Brooklyn, but we're living like kings.

Then one day she meets an artist.

Brings her home to live with us.

Pretty soon we're supporting Jean, too.

But how is she getting the money?

Pop. Pop?

Pop's a scam.

I found out about Pop only after she
comes barging in one day with a fistful

money and suggests I go to Paris to
write.

Then she'll join me later.

I'd take one look into her lion eyes and
say...

Anything you say?

Pack my bags and I'm off to Europe.

But... I'm not quite the sap she takes
me for.

Something tells me to double back, do
you see?

Thank you.

But when I confront her, she gets
furious with me.

Says we would have starved without Pop.

Says Pop's my patron saint.

Your patron saint?

Yeah, that's what she calls him.

Only she's been telling Pop that it's
her right.

She says, that's why Pop's been buying
you because of her.

Hey,

how you doing? Bonjour.

And I should be grateful that you've
done it all for me.

She says, I love you.

And everything else vanishes.

In that moment, I live eternities.

Why does she get angry at me?

Jealous and cruel.

I mean, why does she lie?

That I can't understand.

Maybe you're not asking the right
questions.

Oh, yeah?

Then what would you ask?

I'd ask, what makes her lies necessary?

What is she afraid of?

Who is she afraid of?

The kinds of things a woman would ask.

A woman?

Hey,

excuse me, pal. I wonder if you could
bring for a few francs. I'm a little

today. Beat it.

I could give you some money if you need
it.

Thanks. I stole it.

Here,

kid. I'll get home okay?

Yes, of course.

I'll be fine.

Should be taxis all the time. You know,
a lot of your quanking types come down.

See ya.

I'm getting some...

Interesting shadowy images here.

Oh, I like them.

You fall in love with people's minds.

I'm afraid I could lose you to Henry.

Don't be ridiculous.

He's so rough.

He calls me a kid.

I think I hate him.

He's a parasite, an egoist.

Maybe it's just jealousy.

What are you jealous of?

His life seems so full of pain and
chaos.

He has someone who drives him to pain
and chaos.

Anna, meet my wife, June.

Thanks for taking care of Henry.

He didn't describe you right.

He didn't, Henry.

The colors you've used.

It's as if you painted each room for a
different mood, Anna.

Henry gets everything wrong.

Oh, sorry.

Always merry and bright.

You said it.

So, Henry, what's the title of your book
gonna be?

I'm knocking around a couple.

I sing the equator and the topic of
cancer.

I like seeing the equator.

No.

Topic of cancer.

Without question.

Anais, you are so absolutely right.

See, Henry?

I told you so.

So?

What do you think of her, Hugo?

June? Not much.

You're afraid of her?

No. I just don't trust her. Do you?

Trust her?

Of course not.

But you do think she's beautiful, don't
you?

No.

That's the truth.

You have no aberrations.

No cruelty.

I don't want to be cruel.

I hate men who are afraid of a woman's
strength.

I'm not afraid of your strength.

I love it.

The stronger the better.

Come here.

You don't hate me, do you?

Making love to her?

Yes.

To her body.

Her voluptuous body.

She's so perverse.

So naked.

Tell her that you love her.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Hold tight.

Possess her like a man.

Yeah, I used to pay some six -day bike
races in Brooklyn.

You're pretty damn good to keep up. Come
on. Yes, let's go.

Yes, it's just natural with me.

I've always loved sports.

Hey, hey, come on.

That was fun.

I'll give you a ball kiss on this one.

Goal is a tie pal.

It's a tie.

You're like the school teacher.

I'm like the young girl.

What's your name?

I'm Count Brugger.

Where'd you come from, Count Brugger?

Count Brugger's been on the stage.

That's why he's so spoiled.

Count Brugger is not spoiled!

Jean made Count Brugger.

She's an artist.

Her hands are incredible.

Her beauty's more like a man's. She's no
ordinary woman.

No ordinary woman could meet Count
Brugger!

Bruegel was talking.

Shut up, you!

You shut up, too!

Where did you learn how to do this?

My parents were show people.

My father was a magician in the circus.

My mother was a trapezeist. I was born
on the road.

What has Henry told you?

Nothing. Really.

He mentioned Pop?

No. Who's Pop?

Pop? He's a patron saint of the arts, I
know.

Henry's jealous of him because Pop's
rich.

Henry sees a letter under every rock.
You know how men get.

Do you love women?

What do you mean?

What about Jean?

Did Henry tell you about Jean and I?

No, you've been telling me about her.

Sometimes he has a way of... Making
everything ugly.

He's not sleeping with you, is he?

What?

Nah, I guess not.

Did we pay?

Oh, let me get it.

Okay, good, because I've got to book my
passage.

Passage? To where?

New York.

Come on, Ruga.

I've got my own life to lead.

So many things up in the air.

My friends, my acting.

There's an audition I don't want to
miss.

Excuse me, is this all the money you
have?

Yes.

Sorry, I can't do anything for you.

What do you want me to do, swim?

We'll find a solution.

Something's happened.

I don't know.

The price has gone up, the exchange
rate's gone down.

I tried to get a reduction, but I don't
have enough even for third class.

Here. Oh, no, I couldn't.

Please, take this.

About that boat.

So, did you find a solution?

I hope so.

I'd really like to travel first class.

So, it's possible.

Maybe you know a place where we could
meet for a drink.

Let's say, six o 'clock.

Seven's better.

Seven.

Here I am.

As character Mona.

She's supposed to be me?

What?

Nothing.

Henry, it's so good.

I always wanted you to be Dostoevsky.

Is that good?

Good?

I struggled, suffered for this.

This isn't me.

This is not me.

Of course it's you. It's the you inside
me.

It's a distortion.

Henry, look at me.

Look.

You can't see me or anyone as they are.

I wanted Dostoevsky.

Well, who could be Dostoevsky with you?
You make that impossible.

What do you want? What do I want? Yeah.

After I brought the world to you.

After I told you all of my stories.

Sing my praises.

Make me an admirable character.

I'm not a portrait painter.

I'll say you're not.

Look what you've done to Anais.

You make everything ugly.

Beauty is a joke to you.

It's so negative.

You're a failure as a writer.

You're not a man.

You're a child.

You use women. You use...

Thank you.

Thank you.

I want to be drunk and make you drunk.

Because I'm intimidated by you.

And I need to feel free to say anything
and know that you'll forgive me.

I want to tell you things so you won't
stumble through life.

I've done the vilest things.

The foulest things.

But I've done them superbly.

I feel innocent now.

Do you believe that, Anais?

You are innocent.

I want to be innocent like you.

I want to experience everything you've
experienced.

Anais, take care of Henry for me.

I'll be leaving in the morning.

What?

The morning?

But when will you come back?

Maybe soon.

Maybe never.

Oh.

There's so much I wish I could have done
with you.

I wish I could have taken opium with
you.

Give me your wrist.

No, you have so few things.

I wanted to give you more.

I wanted to hold you.

She's crazy.

Don't you see?

No, I don't see.

I don't care.

She's just using you.

No.

You just don't understand.

You're jealous of her.

No, I'm not.

Besides, you'll never see her again.

Where did you get this?

Show me Does she think she can love
anything in you I haven't loved?

Henry, you may have genius and passion,
but something is definitely missing.

Oh, yeah?

What?

Compassion.

Compassion for whom?

June, for instance.

Might as well have compassion for the
moon.

I'm going to write a book about June.

I'm writing about her.

I know more than anybody will ever know
about us.

But I'm talking about something totally
different.

It's a woman.

On the inside out.

I can get into the poetry of June.

Hey.

She's my fucking wife.

You don't understand your own fucking
wife.

Write about whatever you want to write
about for Christ's sake.

More power to you.

Gotta get back to work. I'll stay a
while longer if you can, Henry.

She's been under stress.

Just getting back in her feet.

You know they've got some Haitian drums
up there? That fellow said I might sit

in.

I saw your true nature when you were
dancing out there.

You don't understand.

Maybe I'm just a peasant. Only whores
can understand me.

You want to dance?

Dance.

It makes you whiter.

Love you.

You go.

You go. You go.

You go.

You go.

You're driving me wild.

pass from Henry's arms into Hugo's.

Hugo lies next to me as I write this.

I love Hugo, and I feel innocent.

Did I ever tell you, Anais, about the
time when I was a little boy growing up

Puerto Rico?

My father used to take me to the
carnival.

There were wild drums beating and
frightening masks.

There was something going on that was
terrifying that I didn't understand.

And I said to my father, I'm not afraid.

Give me your hand.

Hello, Mr. Richard.

Hello, Hugo.

Mr. Grant can't join us till Friday at
Dover.

Annis, I don't know how much I dare
write you.

I would call you, only I'm afraid Hugo
would answer.

God forgive if this letter's ever opened
by mistake.

I can't help it.

I want you.

I love you.

I've been living with you constantly.

But I've been afraid to tell you.

I thought it would terrify you.

But today, as I watched Dreyer's Passion
of Joan of Arc, I saw the mad monk

played by Antonin Artaud.

I thought of you, like Joan, in all your
youth and purity and single -minded

madness. And I saw myself in Artaud, a
hungering monk in love with you and in

love with my madness and your madness.

And the demon in Artaud's eyes was like
the demon in your eyes.

oh

Thank you.

This Reggie goddamn book on D .H.
Lawrence, my, oh, my, it's one hell of a

isn't it?

Shows me I didn't know shit about
Lawrence when I spoke.

You know, who am I to go shooting off at
the mouth about him?

He was much greater, finer than I ever
thought.

Never mind how he failed or triumphed as
a man, as an artist.

Did he succeed?

I say...

Magnificently. He tried to liberate
literature.

And that's our task.

Liberation. Freedom.

Let's toast to Lawrence.

Let's toast to our friendship.

Drink cold, piss warm.

Ah, fuck the Huns.

But you know who I really am?

It's only me from over the sea. I'm
Barnacle Bill the Sailor. I'm all of us

a... I'm Barnacle Bill the Sailor. I'll
sail the seas until I fall. I'll fight

and stray. I'm drinking smoke. But I
can't feel my bloody throat. I'm

Bill the Sailor. I'll put my mask on
when I please. I'm Barnacle Bill the

Sailor. I'm drinking my fucking smoke.
But I can't feel my bloody throat.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey,
hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey,
hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey,
hey.

Hey,

hey,

hey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Everybody says sex is obscene.

The only true obscene is war.

I'd believe only in a God who would have
stood on a dance.

Isn't that something?

Nietzsche says that at the same time,
the hums in Germany are gearing up,

perverting what he says.

We're given this gift, don't you know,
the ability to understand if no one

to understand.

We're given the ability to read.

I mean, read Nietzsche, read Thomas
Mann, read Spengler, Joyce, Rimbaud.

Hell, read fucking Alice in Wonderland.

Everything's out of whack.

People just worry about money now and
deny their inner self.

What the hell is money, anyway?

If shit had value, the poor wouldn't
have asses.

Money, money, money. They walk through
the night crowd protected by money,

lulled by money, dulled by money. No
least single object anywhere that is not

money. Money, money everywhere, and
still not enough.

And then no money, or little money, or
less money, or more money. But money,

always money.

And if you have money or you don't have
money, it's the money that counts, and

money makes money. But what makes money
make money?

I say, what the hell?

We got to die to the world like the
clowns. Right, clowns? Right.

I've never seen the sunrise in Paris.

I've never been up all night.

or the woman I could be so sincere with.

I feel so free to write now.

I'll help you.

And I'll help you.

I feel so pure.

So strong.

So new, Henry.

You and I together, not any man or woman
together.

Yes.

I'm going to demand everything of you.

Impossible. Because you encourage it.

Maybe I should get down on my knees and
worship you.

I'm going to undress you.

Vulgarize you a bit.

Lift up your dress.

No, Henry, not here.

Mr. Grant.

Don't care.

I'm gonna fuck you.

Teach you things.

And mill you a little.

Wrap your leg around me.

of the most beautiful things I've ever
read.

I've never sent this diary to anyone
before.

No one will ever know these things but

you.

You're becoming all the things you wish
to be as a little girl.

I had a cricket.

What?

A little pet cricket in a cage.

I love your accent.

And I carried it everywhere with me.

But when we arrived in America, they
took it away at the immigration.

The only thing they let me keep in
America was my diary.

And my accent.

I love you now.

I will love you at a hundred.

This is good.

Powerful. Yours, too.

Tell the truth with such delicacy.

I hope you don't mind.

Mind?

Why should I mind?

I welcome constructive criticism.

Good.

If it's constructive.

Just a few things.

See here, it's all shrieks and
abstracts.

It's too melodramatic.

You've got to take time to expand.

You're enjoying this.

What? Cutting me up.

I don't want to write the way you write.

I don't want you to write the way I
write.

You've got to write in your own voice.
I'm just making a few suggestions.

It's...

Tighten the blanket.

Here.

Read it out loud and see how it sounds.

I'm not going to give you that pleasure.

Pleasure? What?

Hold on a minute here.

Can't you take it?

I mean, you gotta take a few taps on the
chin.

A few taps on the chin?

Amuse yourself with someone else.

A prize fighter, for instance.

You're right. Exactly.

A prize fighter.

I mean, you gotta get knocked down
occasionally to a... Require the

ring tactics, the strategy, the art of
fighting.

You can't just shout a box in your room.
You wouldn't last two minutes when you

stepped into the ring.

I'm not interested in stepping into a
ring with you.

The world will give us plenty of
beatings.

What we need is each other's support.

Should I criticize you like an outsider?

Should I say you write caricatures?

That you write only...

From a man's point of view, and you
can't understand women, should I say

sometimes there's a touch of the brute
in your writing, that you're too much of

a realist?

What's the matter?

Can't you take it?

Like a pie sucker?

Knock it off.

Hey.

Don't.

Leave it. Looks nice that way.

Wild.

Loose.

You never liked the way I look.

Oh, I do. I do love your hair.

Just think it shouldn't be so severe.

Tight. Like my writing?

No, not like your writing. I love your
writing. I believe in you.

Last night I thought that you were the
woman I should have been married to.

You're always ironizing with me.

Ironizing? There's no such word. It's to
be ironic.

Look it up.

Hey, hey.

I'm sure of it.

Somehow he got into my briefcase and
swiped my ideas.

Impression, that rhapsodizing, it's
mine.

Nietzsche?

I introduced him to Nietzsche.

I introduced him to Hugo and you.

He stole you from Hugo.

No, Nietzsche. And he stole you from me.

That's true.

It was my idea to become your lover.

He betrayed me by stealing you from me
and from my best friend, your husband.

This man is treacherous to the core.

This Neanderthal from Brooklyn is trying
to murder me.

For all his pretended friendship, his
most intimate friends are nothing but

fodder for the unrolling of his own
sanctified destiny, his own creative

I leave the two of you to your destiny.

And one more thing.

No more sex in my apartment. I won't
stand for it.

I won't stand for it.

I love that guy.

He understands.

Even though he is, uh, hey, hey, hey,
come up now, later.

Even though he is ironite.

My greatest desire is now to eat, to
sleep,

and... And?

Jerry, it's out there.

It's just the old student's ball.

Maybe you just don't want it tonight.

It's fine.

Fine, I understand.

It's natural.

I've had about such moments.

It happens to women, too. Only women can
conceal it.

You feel that you have to fuck me or
I'll be disappointed.

But you don't always have to fuck me.

Don't say that word.

What word?

Fuck?

It just bothers me now.

Maybe it's the accent.

Maybe it's just because you can't.

Fuck.

It's important not to imagine terrible
things like being impotent from now on.

You just laugh about it.

I love you, Peter.

I love you, too, Hugo.

I

gave

myself with such... feelings against
Henry that I experienced a great

pleasure.

My first infidelity to Henry was with my
own husband.

I've changed.

I feel restless, spirited, adventurous.

To be absolutely truthful, I hope
secretly to meet someone else.

I have erotic imaginings.

I want pleasure.

Every time I go out with you, I love you
more than ever.

You seem so wild tonight.

Tonight, I could do anything.

I could, too.

We need to think of something that will
stimulate us both.

Anything you say, kiddo.

This ought to be something.

Wait here.

I'm with you. We'll just look.

What's an exhibition?

truth, too.

An exhibition is us watching a man and a
woman doing it?

No men.

Only women.

One pretends to be the man.

It is better that way. You will not be
disappointed.

You will see everything.

And now, you must choose.

There are 66 ways in which to make love.
Oh, really?

They will show you love in a taxi, love
when one of the partners is sleepy,

love in the street, etc., etc.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You like something else?

Yes.

Stop pretending to be a man.

Would you like to join us?

As you wish.

As you wish. You're the boss.

Yeah Yeah

Nice. What?

I love your green eyes, Eduardo.

Nice.

Yeah.

I want to show you things.

had suddenly returned.

We sat ourselves in a room.

I began to undress.

I begged her to undress.

She asked to let me see between her
legs.

As he lay over me, I felt a penis
touching me.

Aren't you glad?

I'm passing through a crisis, Eduardo.

Be careful, Anais.

Abnormal pleasures kill the taste of
normal ones.

I hate you, Hanoi, because I now realize
I love you as I have never loved

anyone. I miss your voice, your hands,
your body, your tenderness, your

bearishness, and your goodness.

Most of all, I miss our friendship.

oh you mean me

finished.

He's just finished his novel.

It's wonderful.

Stupendous.

Come and join us.

Yes, come and light on with us, will
you?

I hope you don't mind.

Anais was just reading this, and I'm a
pretty nosy guy, so I took a peek.

I just love it.

I've been trying to write something
about it, about how necessary this book

for our times.

You give us a blood transfusion.

Beautiful. Thanks.

Wait till June reads this.

She'll be so thrilled that you've
finished your book.

Each mention of her name, each page I
read is painful.

Well, this was a swan song.

It's a way to understand her so I can
free myself from her.

It's finished now.

Not yet.

Now we've got to get it published.

Published? Who'll publish it?

I know what they'll say.

There's even laws against what I've
written.

But I feel good now.

I'm ready to celebrate my failure.

I won't let you be a failure.

I'll make the world listen to you, I
promise.

I'm ready now to call on the Pope, on
all the kings, and on all the editors

the publishers in the world to get them
to support it.

Eduardo. Hello, Henry.

Hey, where's you going?

You could go on business.

Osborne's gone, too. Gone crazy. Really.

Totally. We're celebrating Osborne's
madness. It's a rare occasion, don't you

know? It doesn't happen every day. I
hope he's really insane and not just

it. They just came and took him away. He
was a monster.

And that was his best part.

That's for sure.

Oh, my God.

John.

Sorry. I couldn't keep in touch.

I thought of you every day.

But you know me with writing, I have a
terrible time.

I don't have a gift like you and Henry.

I found your book lying around here.

I hope you don't mind.

I took a peek.

House incest?

It's nice.

This character, Sabine, is supposed to
be me?

The muffled, close, half -talk of soft
-fleshed women.

Deep into each other, we turned our
hollered eyes.

Seems like... poetry, sort of.

It's so...

I don't know, damn sweet of you to try
to write something about me.

I really... I really expected something
more... I don't know,

more real.

More real?

Yeah, more about, you know, life.

Hey, don't get upset.

Some of it's really beautiful.

I promise I'll read it again.

Things have been so damn tough for me.

The acting didn't pan out.

And then Gene, my friend, left.

Anais, what's happened to Henry?

He's so changed.

June, I don't know.

I don't know what to say.

I've been busy.

I've seen him occasionally. We work on
our writing together.

Sometimes.

But... I don't know.

I've... I've been seeing someone.

You mean you have a lover?

That man you came with?

Yes, Eduardo.

Anais, I'm so happy for you.

I don't know who I came back for.

Please. I need your faith.

That could be good luck, too.

Henry. Jack.

Good night.

Uh, June.

Um, I'd like you to meet Jack, the man
who wants to publish my book. My wife,

June. Hiya, Jack.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller.

I feel I already know you intimately
from reading Henry's book.

Oh, yeah?

What do you think?

I think it's strong meat.

That's how we'll market it.

What's our cut?

Your cut?

Oh, well... 5%. Crummy 5 %?

You mean Henry spends years writing the
book, lives like a bum, busts his

nuts, and I scrape by and do without,
and pour my heart and soul into making

some kind of Dostoevsky, and all we get
is 5 %? With me, the percentage will

mean something.

What does mean something mean?

I believe it's a fair deal.

Well, I'll be.

Of course, if you don't want to publish
it, it's all right. No, no, no, no.

Henry just doesn't get business.

Let's us talk.

By all means.

But as I've said, before we can do
anything, absolutely necessary to have

money printed.

Jack, Jack, I've told you, I'll get the
money.

Jack.

I guess I was naive about how things
work in your business.

I hope I didn't upset you, Jack.

I was wondering if some sort of advance
might be possible.

Or maybe there's room to improve on the
percentage.

Let's not discuss it now.

Here's not the place.

Maybe you know a place where we could
have lunch?

I do. I certainly do. Do you? Well,

it's done, then.

It's been so good to meet you, Jack.

Really. It's been wonderful having you.
Good night.

Oh.

Yeah. See you.

Bye.

What is he trying to kid?

Crummy 5%. Well, he hasn't dealt with
this Brooklyn girl yet.

Let's go to the dome for a nightcap,
Henry.

Go ahead. We'll join you later.

A bientot.

Always merry and bright.

Yeah, to you too.

Fine.

Well, I should go now.

No, no, Anais, don't go.

You can catch up with Eduardo later.

All right, Eduardo?

Now, you know, I don't know.

I was thinking maybe it's not time to
publish Henry's book just now.

I'll publish.

What the hell are you talking about,
June?

What I'm talking about is a crappy deal.

And the fact that you're taking
advantage of Anais.

And Hugo, too.

They're not made of gold, Henry.

Am I right, Anais?

Well, yes, but... No, we really believe
we have to publish it.

I'll get it published.

The right way.

Just like I always have.

We've always managed to survive, you and
me, Henry.

Besides, it needs work.

What? It's not ready.

It's much better than when I first read
it. But it could be even better.

There's too much anger in the book,
Henry.

Too much anger?

Too much fucking anger?

Even I used to agree that you distorted
me in your book.

She had to write her own book.

Isn't that right, Anna?

No, June.

Well, I mean, I did tell June that you
failed to perceive certain things.

don't. After all I've done for him,
Anais, he owes me. For all the years,

I sacrificed.

Oh, well, your sacrifice is just air to
your greatness.

I don't know what you're thinking.

You don't what?

No, June, what Henry really means...
Anais, don't, for Christ's sake, can't

see what she's doing?

Don't yell at me!

He treats you like a child.

She's a woman, Henry.

I know she's a woman.

I'll bet you do.

You're weak.

I hate when you get weak.

Are you mad?

Violence.

I hate your violence.

Men.

Clever. You're both cruel and clever.

I'm afraid of both of you.

Get some sleep, Anais.

I don't know why I keep on thinking of
this little Chinese restaurant Henry and

I used to go to after I got off work.

He'd wait for me outside the dance hall
at two in the morning.

Then we'd rush through the freezing
cold, holding each other tight.

We get there just before closing time.

Sit in the booth by the window, eating
chow mein.

Watching the snow swirl by.

There was some kind of unbelievable
thrill in the air between us.

I feel kind of haunted by it now.

Chin leaves.

It's funny.

Seems like a dream.

Your eyes make me shy.

Don't be shy.

You're so lovely.

So small.

I burnt myself out.

Oh, Joan, I worship you.

I don't want worship.

I want understanding.

We understand.

We should go away somewhere together
where there's lots of snow.

Little you are, so thin.

I could break you in two.

Oh, should I feel innocent now?

No. Once Henry falls asleep, nothing can
wake him up.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I lost my hand. I was drunk, I guess.
Don't be sorry.

This new lover of yours has really made
you blue.

Oh, it's so chilly.

Tell me more about him.

Did you make curtains for him?

Did you give him books to read?

Did you give him a typewriter?

No.

June, no, you don't understand.

I don't understand?

What don't I understand?

That I love you.

Love?

You just want experience.

You're a writer. You make love to
whatever you need.

You're just like Henry.

No, I'm just like you. I can see exactly
what you're doing.

You're so slippery.

So slippery.

You bitch.

Liar. Trickster. You bought his love.

June, shut up.

You both robbed me blind.

You stole everything.

Well, what do I care?

I got plenty more to give. Shut up. To
someone new.

Some truly great writer.

Henry said you just took it in because
you were bored.

That's a lie.

What?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

She lies.

She lies.

What is she afraid of? I don't
understand. I tried to give her

I know.

Very pretty.

Just like I figured it.

Now I know everything.

I just wanted to return something before
I leave.

We're just friends. I never touched her.
Get rid of her, Henry. Get rid of it.

Okay. All right. You made your choice.

I've only got one more thing I can give
you.

Your last chapter.

Watch closely.

June.

Hey, what are you doing out here? It's
freezing.

I thought you'd do something crazy. I
never know.

I looked all over for her.

You like the war though

Hey, what's going on? Come on.

What do you got there?

They went mad for Christ's sake.

Gotta talk.

Here.

Where are you going?

Home.

Great guy.

Fuck you, Jack.

That won't do it.

That won't get rid of me.

You're my friend.

I'm gonna come after you.

Hey, hey, hey.

Why couldn't you leave me at a time like
this? I need you.

I need you.

Thank you.

I thought you might need a lift.

Is everything alright?

Give me your hand.

That morning, I wept.

I wept because I loved the street that
took me away from Henry and would lead

back to him.

I wept.

the process by which I had become a
woman was painful.

I wept because from now on I would weep
less.

I wept because I had lost my pain and I
was not yet accustomed to its absence.

What?

Thank you.