All language subtitles for Old Boyfriends (1979).en

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Hello?

Who the hell is this?

I first started thinking about
my old boyfriends

about two months ago.

I wish I knew how it started,
but once it started,

I couldn't stop it.

I think it was around my birthday.

I began reading my old diaries
again, over and over.

I read about my parents
and teachers, but mostly

I read about old boyfriends.

I realized that
if I could figure out who I was

when I loved them then,
I would know who I am now,

and maybe love myself too.

Action!

We elected
that long-haired cowboy,

and what happened?

First thing he does
is turn Colorado

into a garbage dump,

and for what?

A fast buck.

Then, he has the gall
to raise his salary.

Well, I say...

"Enough dead fish."

Throw the bum out.

- Cut.
- Was that okay?

First of all, try not to hit
yourself in the face

with a dead fish, because it looks

unnecessarily stupid,
and secondly,

it sounds like "celery."

When you say,
"raise his salary,"

it sounds like
he's growing vegetables.

- How about if I say "pay"?
- No, I want "salary"!

"Wages," I could say,
"raise his wages."

No?

What lens size are you in?
“What difference does it make?

Look, it may be a joke to you,
but my face is my fortune,

all right... what?

The pollution machine is jammed.

Jesus Christ, I don't believe it.

It's ironic!

All right, take five minutes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, you a friend of Jeff's?

- Maybe.
- Oh, just a friend.

- Know much about films?
- Not much.

Uh-huh.

Making films is the greatest,

and I'm really getting into
directing myself.

Machine fixed.

Okay, Sam, you and the horse,

back in the water.

I'll catch you later.

Star power, you and me.

I'm not kidding.

Okay, roll, please.

Action!

We elected
that long-haired cowboy,

and what happened?

First thing he does
is turn Colorado

into a garbage dump.

And for what?

For a fast fuck.

Well I...

Oh, for Christ!

Look, it's the horse,
he's got me worried.

All right, cut!

Cut, we'll do it again.

"February 9th, 1967.

Dear diary,

I'd never want to marry
anybody but Jeff.

I'd be safe,
yet I can't marry him.

Every day I put off telling him
only makes it worse.

There's no way I can
be myself and a wife.

Why does he think
it's so simple?"

Have you ever met a guy here
and gone out with him

- more than once?
- No.

- Yeah.
- No.

Oh yeah, I know,
I work at a singles bar.

- Really?
- Swear to god.

I'm going to point Percy
at the porcelain.

I'll be right back.

- All right, well anyways.
- It wasn't the greatest...

Have you ever seen
the spoon trick?

- Oh this is...
- Jerry, could we have

- like four spoons right away?
- Yes, sir.

And this is guaranteed,
really, guaranteed to...

Those spoons... guaranteed to stop
every chick in the joint, here.

All right, now you take
your spoon, and you start

to rub it with your thumb,
now you've gotta rub your nose,

all right, at the same time.

Now wait, 'cause this works.

- It doesn't work.
- I guarantee.

It works... the most beautiful
women in the world...

You watch... go for this.

Now, breathe on it,

and hang the spoon
on the end of your nose.

Wait, there's one...
Oh, she didn't see.

Oh, here comes one,
come over here, come here.

Oh, now, don't you like my spoon?

Confess... oh, don't go away, aww.

All right,
did you ever see a glacier?

I did in Norway, incredible.

- Three months I was there.
- Norway, what are you

- talking about Norway for?
- Fantastic.

- I'm talking about Norway to...
- This is about spoons.

Spoons, schmoons,
talk to me about Norway.

Listen, I'd like
to buy you a drink.

Too late.

Sure I can't buy you a drink?

I'm sure.

I'd like to buy you a drink.

I got a cameo
on Starsky and Hutch.

Huh, why don't you come on out
to my winnebago?

Still fishing, Sammy?

See you in Hollywood.

Yeah, sure, I'll call you
when I need an extra.

Fighting 'em off today.

Excuse me.

Oh yeah?

Jerry, could I have
my drink down here?

Um, look.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

- So long, Jeff.
- Good night, guys, take it easy.

- Huh, don't I?
- You've got to be kidding me.

Come on, I know I know you.

Of course you know me,
Jeffrey turrin.

You only asked me
to marry you three times.

- Dianne cruise.
- That's very good.

Yeah, it was three times.

How many diannes
did you propose to?

Oh uh, only one, I mean,
one was enough,

'cause I did
it three times, I mean.

Listen, I'm sorry, I mean,
but my god, it's been ten years.

You know, I...

You've changed, I mean,
you used to have hair

halfway down your back,
you look different.

Obviously.

Yeah, but for the better.

You know, how could I
be expecting you right now?

Of course I recognized you.

I saw you out there
on the set today.

You... you... you did not.

- Yes I did, yes I did.
- You did not.

And you ordered seven over seven,

just like you used to.

Oh my god,
how do you drink that stuff?

- That's terrible.
- I know.

Would you like a... wouldn't you
like a cup of coffee?

- Yes.
- Okay, Jerry,

can we get a cup of coffee?

So, come on,
what are you doing up here?

I'm on vacation.

- Really?
- Mhm.

- You married?
- Mhm, are you?

Yeah, me too.

Huh.

Hm, and what do you do
for a living?

I teach sociology at ucla.

- Sounds impressive.
- It's not as impressive

as I thought it would be.

And what about you,
I mean, how are you?

I'm not as impressive
as I thought I would be either.

- Why?
- Too many expectations, maybe.

Hasn't been very comfortable.

Ah, yeah, well...

Where's your husband?

Uh, I came without him.

- Problems?
- Yeah.

Who split, you or him?

He did, he killed himself.

- Where's your car?
- Over there.

- That's your car?
- Mhm.

Hey, I got... l know a guy
in town, he can paint

some flames for you,
kinda curling up around...

Maybe a nude,
wriggling on the hood.

You really drove this thing
all the way from L.A.?

I did.

Not tonight.

We always made such good love.

I know.

Where can I meet you tomorrow?

Here is fine.

What time? 7:30 okay?

Mhm.

How do I know you won't take off?

You don't.

How long you been in town?

Long enough to find you.

Hey.

Then you won't take off?

And now, it's time for your date

with the continental.

Forgive me, darling, it's only...

Do you know... you know
I've always wanted to, uh,

fo thank you for...

For making me so happy.

With the pains you take to...

To always look at your best.

So well-dressed, well-groomed,
well-coiffed.

And all for me.

Oh yes, I've heard...
I've heard it said

that women are supposed
to dress to please themselves.

But you and I know better.

The story must've been
started by a man,

who wanted to blame you
instead of himself

for those little charge accounts

you open with such gay abandon.

Come here.

What is it, you call it,

for such a necklace.

This needless necklace.

It's not the...

Let's go to a motel, all right?

We'll go to a motel,
and make love all night.

We can't lose, not you and me.

What do you say?

How are you?

Your hair's wet.

Yeah, I took a shower.

You could catch a cold.

No, no, no, that's mommy's talk.

You never catch a cold.

What do you wanna do?

It's your town.

Yeah, that's the problem.

I... 1 don't know
what to do, I mean.

- There's this place.
- No.

Yeah, no, okay.

Well, um... think fast.

- Are you hungry?
- No.

Okay, you wanna go to a movie?

- No.
- Um.

- I could use a drink.
- Please, Jeff,

let's go to a motel, okay?

Let's go to my motel.

And?

And we could talk.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

No.

Because I don't need it, you know.

Jeff.

What?

Please, Jeff, I wanna be near you.

Okay.

Let's go to your motel.

"March 1st, 1967.

Jeff reaches inside me
and pulls me out.

It's scary and wonderful.

He pulls out
a person I don't know.

A person I'm not sure
I want to know.

[ Only wish I loved me
as much as he does.”

Will you stay? “Ah.

God, I wish I could.

But I have to help my kid
get off to school

in the morning.

Can't your wife do that?

Huh, yeah, I suppose she could.

Except she's living
with some guy up in Vancouver.

Yeah, she says he's an artist.

You're divorced?

No, we're working on it.

- Oh, gee.
- These things take time.

She doesn't have custody?

I don't think she wants custody.

Yeah, she just packed up
and left one day.

She never said anything,

she didn't bother to fight.

I think it was 'cause
of something she read

in some women's magazine.

About the dull, tedious life
of a housewife.

So, she packed up.

And now,

I'm a working mother.

She'll probably come back.

No, no, no,
what would I do if she did?

- You'd take her back.
- No way.

Why?

Listen, you need a drink?

Why?

'Cause...

She doesn't know what she wants.

She doesn't know
what's good, what's bad.

And besides,

I've been through too much
to go through it all again.

I know the feeling.

Sometimes I think
it's better if they die.

I mean, at least
you can hate what killed 'em.

I don't know,
instead of hating yourself,

hating each other.

At least you can
start all over again.

I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

I'm sorry, no.

Can you believe

that loves horses?

Oh-ho, and you're a horse trainer.

Right? Aren't I?

Mhm.

Come on, I always told you
I'd be a filmmaker.

- And?
- And I am!

Documentaries...
I made a film that's been seen

by a couple million people.

- Really, mm?
- Yes.

Really.

It's about the ocean.

- I made it for texaco.
- You...

I waited two years
for you to ask me.

And then when I did,
you didn't know what to do.

You said we'd go
to the same graduate school,

I'd get my m.A.
And we'd be the perfect couple.

Joan baez and Bob Dylan.

That's the dumbest thing
I ever heard.

Hey, shut up
and do the dishes, kid.

Did you really say that, dad?

Yeah, I guess I did, Jesus.

Well, you know what she said,
"when we get married,

can I have greatness?”

That sounds pretty dumb, too.

Yeah, we were kinda dumb
in those days.

I wanted to do something
with my life.

And did you?

Not so good, I guess.

- Could you help me?
- What do you need?

I'd like to make my hair
look like yours.

I'm not very good with hair,
but let's see what we can do.

- How tall are you?
- Your height.

Take off those boots.

You see, I'm your height,
now let's go over there

and do your hair.

First time I cut my hair
I got into terrible trouble.

My father and I,
we have the same color hair,

and it was Christmas,
and I thought,

"gee, he's losing his hair,”
so I cut some of mine off.

A lot of it actually,
bagged it up,

gave it to him.

And he opened it up, and he cried,

because it was the first time
he realized he was losing his.

I've always wanted
to cut off my hair

and make a wig to give somebody.

- Goodnight, Dylan.
- Goodnight.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Did you put the cat out?

You're lucky.

Oh, why's that?

You've got something
to show for your marriage.

Yeah, I do.

She likes you.

That's major for Dylan.

What would have happened
if we had gotten married?

I don't know.

I was just thinking that myself.

What if I asked you now?

What if I said, "yes"?

I don't know.

I'd think you were putting me on.

Does that mean you don't want to?

- What?
- Try again.

Dianne.

I don't even know you anymore now.

Now, what's it been?

Two days and three nights?

How can you find out
if you won't take a chance?

What makes you think it'd be
any different between us now?

I mean, maybe it will be,
but you gotta give it time,

you can't just
pick these things up again

like a book
that you never finished.

Yes, we can.

That's bullshit, sweetheart.

No, it's not.

You just want me to ask you,

so you can shoot me down again.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

Jeff.

What have you got to lose?

Everything.

How can you be so sure?

Just take my word for it.

Okay, I'm not sure.

Because I can feel you now.

And you bring out all that need.

Oh my god.

What the hell are you doing?

- I got you.
- Oh good.

- I do.
- Oh yeah?

What are you gonna do to me?

- Everything.
- Great.

Dianne?

Hi, I'm looking for dianne cruise,

she's in room 121.

Oh, she checked out.

- What?
- Yeah.

Er, when?

This morning.

Let me see the registration card.

You can't see that.

Oh come on, she must've left
an address or a phone number.

- No.
- How about a credit card number?

No, she paid cash.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Where's dianne?

Gone.

Gone”?

That's right. Where?

How should I know?

"December 12th, 1962.

I walked over to Eric's house,
and he was working on his car.

He asked me
if I wanted to go for a spin.

I about died right there.

Around here, they judge
a person 'cause he has a car

or smokes, stuff like that.

Eric plays the guitar,
so you know that

teachers are gonna hate him
no matter what else he does."

- Room service.
- Hi, this is room 1203,

could you send up a fifth
of Dewar's scotch, please?

A fifth of Dewar's scotch
for room 12083.

Yes, and could you put
red ribbon around it?

- A red ribbon around it.
- Yes, thank you.

Eric's formal wear.

Hi, I'm dianne brinks and I'm
staying at the pilgrim inn,

and I've gotten myself
into a terrible bind.

I'm wondering
if you could help me.

- Yes, what is it?
- I'm being given an award

at the teacher's
conference banquet tonight,

and they forgot to tell me
it's formal, and...

And I've got to speak
in three hours.

Well, it's really too late.

Well, I know it's a lot to ask,
but I wear a standard size 9,

and if you could just drop off
a formal dress,

it would get me out
of a very rough spot.

I'd be willing to pay
any extra service charge.

Well, the boys have gone home
for the night,

so there would be an extra charge.

Then, you can bring one over?

I'm getting ready to close.

I'll drop it off myself.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Come in, the key is in the door.

Mrs. brinks?

It's Eric's formal wear.

I brought the dress!

Just a moment.

I brought along a size 11 also.

Just in case it didn't fit,
they run a little small.

- Thanks very much.
- Hey, you're dianne cruise!

Dianne cruise from central high,
don't you remember me?

Eric katz.

Eric, oh Eric, my god!

Oh my god, of course,
I didn't expect to...

Oh Eric, look, we gotta talk,
but let me take these,

I gotta try these on.

- Yeah.
- There's a bottle of scotch

over there that they sent me,
open it, pour yourself a drink,

and I'll be right back.

Eric!

I always knew you'd
get into women's clothes,

but I think this is ridiculous.

Yeah... yeah, well me
and the boys were playing

a lot of high school proms,
you know?

You remember my band, don't you?

We used to wear those red shirts
with the blue Dickies,

and we used to wear
the blue shirts,

you could see
the Dickie right through.

Well, anyway, I realized I could
make some money in clothes.

You know, the kids have to rent
tuxes and formals to proms.

So, why not rent 'em
from me, Eric katz,

the guy who plays the proms.

That way I could promote my band
and the store at the same time.

It turned out to be
a pretty big thing.

So,

no more Ricky and the pink eyes?

Never was Ricky and the pink eyes,

it was Ricky and the red eyes.

But now we changed the name
to bloodshot.

You know, you gotta keep up
with the times.

Hey, maybe you can
come hear us sometime?

Oh, that would be nice, but I...

Hey listen, tonight,
we're playing at

the holiday inn north.

We got a gig there
every weekend this month.

Gee, I have this banquet tonight.

Hell, we play till they
shut us down 2:30 A.M.

All night long,
late hours don't bother me.

I got nothing to go
home to ever since

me and the old lady broke up.

Listen, when you're finished
with your banquet,

why don't you drop by?

I'll have them
set up a tab for you.

That's not necessary.

Now, we play everything.

Jazz, pop, rock, country,

mood music, nostalgia,

and nobody can walk away
saying they didn't

get their money's worth.

Come on, what do you say?

It's been 15, 16 years.

Come on, 1-5, 1-6,

how many years has it been?

Come on, we've got a lot
to talk about.

Well.

Maybe.

# warden threw a party
in a county jail #

# prison band was there,
they began to wail #

# the band was jumpin'
and this joint began to swing #

# you should've heard those
knocked out jailbirds sing #

# let's rock #

# everybody, let's rock #

# everybody
in the whole cell block #

# was dancin'
to the jailhouse rock #

# spider Murphy
played the tenor saxophone #

# little Joe was blowin'
on the slide trombone #

# the drummer boy from Illinois
went crash, boom, bang #

# the whole rhythm section
was the purple gang #

# let's rock #

# everybody, let's rock #

# everybody
on the whole cell block #

# was dancin'
to the jailhouse rock #

# well, number forty-seven
said to number three #

# "you're the cutest jailbird
I ever did see #

# I sure would be delighted
with your company #

# come on and do
the jailhouse rock with me #

# let's rock #

# everybody, let's rock #

# everybody
on the whole cell block #

# was dancin'
to the jailhouse rock #

# was dancin' to
the jailhouse rock #

# was dancin'
to the jailhouse rock #

# was dancin' to
the jailhouse rock #

# everybody
on the whole cell block #

# oh, was dancin'
to the jailhouse rock #

huh, woo, oh!

Thank you, Elvis.

Elvis, the king,
what can you say about him?

I guess he said, he said it all,
for all of us.

Okay, we're gonna
slow this way down.

Do another song from way back.

A favorite of mine, dedicated to
a special lady in the audience.

You know who you are.

I was fortunate enough
to work with the duprees

15 years ago, and if you're
too young to remember this song,

all I can say is
"c'est dommage."

One, two, three, four.

Three, four.

# see the pyramids

along the nile #

# watch the sunrise

on a tropic isle #

# just remember, darling,

all the while #

# you belong to me #

"this is the worst day
of my whole life.

Eric told all the guys at
school I went all the way.

I can't believe
I ever let him touch me.

We were at lookout park and he
ripped off my underpants.

I threw his ring at him
and ran away."

# maybe you'll be lonesome too

and blue #

on, terrific.

# fly the ocean

in a silver plane #

# watch the jungle

when it's wet with rain #

# just remember #

# when you're home again

you belong to me #

Thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you.

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you very much.

Okay, the band's gonna take
a little pause for the cause,

be back in about 15 minutes.

Need a brew.

Ain't this joint the pits?

You don't do your Dr. cool
routine anymore.

The bill Haley bit?

Nah, I'm getting a little
too old for that, you know.

Well, sometimes at parties,
you know, when people

really get up.

Say listen, why don't you stay
at my place tonight?

It'd be a lot more comfy
than your hotel.

No, not really.

Well, you can just come by
and we can talk old times.

I can't, it's late.

Come on.

What are you fighting it for?

- We know what we both want.
- You think you know what I want?

Still playing hard to get, huh?

Well, some people never change.

- You haven't.
- Nah.

Fall in a shit pile,
come out smelling like a Rose.

It's the story of my life...
Come on, let's go to my place,

relax, come on.

Spinning your wheels, Eric.

Uh, it's late anyway.

Listen, we're playing a dance
tomorrow at north high,

why don't you fall by?

- I don't think I can.
- Yeah, you can.

You gotta see us
when we really party down.

Come on, it'll be like old time,
you're gonna love it.

Okay, what time?

Pick you up at eight,
don't be late.

Pick you up at seven,
and we'll fly to heaven.

I'll come later
and meet you there.

Now you're talking, baby.

- How are you?
- Hi.

- Have a seat.
- Thanks.

Would you like some coffee?

Yeah, that'd be nice,
uh, just black.

Sue Anne, can we get
some coffee for Mr. turrin?

Black.

So, what's your problem?

Oh, uh.

I'm trying to locate this woman
who, I know for a fact,

used to live here
about seven years ago.

Her maiden name was dianne cruise.

Mm.

Do you want some coffee, art?

No.

C-r-u-i-s-e, right?

You have any idea
where she might be?

No, I saw her up in Colorado
about a week ago.

She was driving a firebird

with California plates.

Why'd she come to L.A.?

To go to graduate school, I think.

What were her majors?

English and philosophy, I think.

No, no, wait a minute.

Psychology was the other major.

Which did she intend to pursue?

I don't know.

See, we broke up a couple
of months before graduation.

This may take a little time,
can you cover my expenses?

Yeah, how much?

$100 a day, $250 minimum.

Long-distance calls,
mailing expenses, and travel

- are extra.
- How long will it take?

Couple... two or three days.

Um.

And we're talking about $3007?

An employment agreement.

Ah, that's an awful lot
of money to pay out

without my knowing
if I'm gonna get results.

Mr. turrin, look around
this office, I mean,

do you think I furnished it
by not getting results?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you're worried,

and I can see that you are,

if... if I don't find her
in five days,

I'll give you
half your money back,

if a month goes by, I'll give
you the whole thing back.

Does that guarantee
enough for you?

Yeah, sounds fair enough.

Fine.

Sue Anne, would you
come in here, please?

Sue Anne, will you take
Mr. turrin's checks,

and give him a receipt?

And get me bill spieloff

at the teacher's association,
and Terry Johnson

at the L.A. society
of clinical psychologists.

Sure.

Well, I'll call you
in the morning.

I'm staying at
the holiday inn in Hollywood.

What's your hurry?

Have some more coffee,
help yourself.

Sue Anne has to
get you those receipts.

Yeah?

Okay.

Hey, Terry.

I'm trying to run down a woman
who did some post-grad work

in psych in the L.A. area
in the late '60s.

Maybe got her degree,
maybe didn't.

She may have done
some volunteer work

at one of the clinics.

Her maiden name is dianne cruise.

Mhm.

Over near 20th.

What's her married name?

Got a social security number?

Okay.

Thanks, Terry.

Carol, art kopple here.

Get me an address on 1024

40670.

You got anybody else
you wanna find?

No.

Yeah.

Thanks, Carol.

Here's her married name,
her home address and phone,

her business address and phone.

Jesus Christ.

We do real fast work.

# I been up, I been down,

let me take you running around #

# lord, I ain't askin' for much #

j' I said, lord, take me downtown

I'm just looking for some tush #

# I been bad, I been good #

# Dallas, Texas, Hollywood #

# yeah, I ain't lookin' for much #

# I said, lord, take me downtown #

# I'm just lookin' for some tush #

# take me back, way back home #

# not by myself, not alone #

# 1 ain't lookin' for much #

“today, we had a pep rally.

Eric came out
bouncing a basketball

with my underpants tied to it.

I left school
and cried all afternoon.

Daddy found me, he says
I don't have to go back

to school again.

In the spring, I'll go
to college and start over.

Woo!

Just like old times, hey, kid?

Let's spend the night together.

We'll take my car.

I got some grass.

Can you leave right now?

Sure, vinny can wrap it up.

Let's go.

Yeah, I've always
been tempted to go to L.A.

Take my shot
at the big time, you know.

Hey, where we going?

Back.

- Back where?
- You know.

Anywhere you wanna go
is all right with me.

Fuckin' a, di.

I never would've
thought of this place.

I haven't been in here in five...

Weeks.

What do you wanna do?

Got any suggestions?

Let's get naked.

You think you can see
right through me, don't you?

I think you make it easy.

You college girls are all alike.

You talk, talk, talk,
and all you wanna do

is fuck, fuck, fuck.

This time we're really gonna
go all the way.

Come on, Eric, let's get naked.

- Huh?
- That was your phrase,

wasn't it? "Let's get naked.”

Now you're talkin'.

Hey, hey, hey, Jesus, di,
take it easy.

What's the rush?
It's been 16 years.

So, why should it be any more?

Hey, listen.

You're gonna go through
with this, aren't ya?

Eric, how can you ask
such a silly question?

Of course,
I'm going through with this.

No.

Yeah, but just last time
this happened to me,

things didn't
turn out so hot, you know.

Eric.

It's... it's me.

Dianne, the girl you know so well.

You know, I... l um,

a little bit high.

You gonna talk or fuck, Eric?

Well.

I mean,
this is really heavy for me.

Come on, Eric, come on, lay here.

Now, tell me.

What's on your mind?

Is this really heavy for you too?

Mm.

Well, I thought a lot
about you since high school.

Wondered what
you were doing, and uh,

wondered what it'd have been
like if we'd uh,

you know, fucked, and uh,

I thought a lot about
this moment right now.

Hey, listen, di,
you haven't changed a bit.

I mean, you are the...
Was the classiest girl

in the school.

You know, I mean, you were
different than the other girls,

you had brains.

And I respected you for that.

Tell me again.

You were the classiest girl
in the whole school.

No, no, no, tell me about
how everybody does it,

tell me how it will make you
respect me even more.

- Oh, sure.
- Come on.

Sure, if you want.

Do it for me.

Hey, di.

Come on, everybody does it now.

You know.

It's not wrong.

Two people should do it
if they're in love,

because it's the only way
they can really show it.

I mean, uh,

I mean, I'll respect you,
I'll respect you more,

because I'll love you more,

and,

we can't turn back now.

We have to go forward,
or our love will die.

How do you like that?

Mm, tell me about the other girls.

Does it always come
so easy for you?

Easy?

God.

Easy.

What do you think I am, a pistol?

Eric, come on!

Beg me, Eric, beg me.

Beg me to let you put the tip in.

Tell me how you want
to come inside.

Wait a minute,
what's happening here?

- Baby.
- Hey, take it easy.

Come on, call me a cock teaser.

Look, this is a mistake,

you shouldn't fuck
with people's dreams.

What's the matter, Dr. cool,
can't get it up anymore?

You do remember when you were
Dr. cool, don't you?

Hey you're fuckin' with my head.

Your head needs fucking.

Look, just get into that seat
and just take me home.

What are you gonna do, hit me?

Just give me the keys, bitch.

Oh, that's better now hit me.

God, dianne, I want you so bad.

Eric, listen,
I'm gonna rape you, okay.

Oh, okay, god.

You, you stay here
and let me get ready for you.

- Close your eyes.
- Sure.

Oh, god, dianne,
I can hardly stand it.

I know it, hold on,
Eric I'm coming.

Oh yes, Eric, yes.

Oh, god, di I can
hardly believe it.

- I know, I'm coming.
- Okay.

Hey, hey what are you doing?

All right you want me
to come back in, huh?

No, hey wait a minute, wait.

Hi, hey, dianne hey.

Come on, let me in.

No, dianne open the door, please.

Please open the door,
please open the...

Open the fuckin' door
you fuckin' bitch!

God damn you, you fuckin' cunt,
fuck you!

Shit!

Ah, fuck me gently, shit, oh!

Fuck, fuckin' cunt.

Shit!

Fuck...

- Pamela Shaw?
- Yes, Jeff...?

- Jeff turrin, that's right.
- Come in, sit down.

Thank you.

- Oh, it looks like fun.
- Itis.

It's nice that it's so small here.

I mean you can push 'em around
and make 'em do what you want.

That's the whole point,
you act out your fantasies.

You talked with dianne?

Yeah, I saw her for a couple
of days about a week ago.

She seemed okay but, you know,
maybe a little upset.

- In what way?
- Oh, I don't know.

Restless, a little lost,
maybe kind of desperate?

- You knew her?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, she looked me up.

We went to college together.

Oh, I see, why are you here?

I guess 'cause I'm a little
worried about her.

Well, we are, too.

She left over a week ago,
no advanced notice,

no idea when she'd be back.

It's not like dianne,
she's very responsible.

We don't quite know
what to do about her patients.

Has she been having any trouble
with work around here?

No, on the contrary,
she's very successful.

Maybe too successful.

You know it takes so long.

Well, I don't know,
it must have been hard on her

with her husband like that.

Well, that was a year ago!

Dianne didn't seem to be
so upset about it at the time.

Don't these things take a while
to have their real impact?

You know, maybe you should
talk to him.

Maybe he's heard from her.

- Who?
- Her husband.

David brinks, he's a professor
of sociology at ucla.

I think he still
lives in Van nuys.

It should be in the phone book.

December 3rd, 1958.

I died yesterday.

I'll never go back
to ludington again.

Minneapolis will be my graveyard

and our new house
will be my coffin.

I will never see Louis again.

He kissed me goodbye at the dock,

even though mom and dad
were watching.

They thought it was cute.

I couldn't stop crying.

Mom says [I'll find new
boyfriends in Minneapolis.

But I don't want
any new boyfriends.

Dad says it's just
a 7th grade crush

but he doesn't know anything.

They don't know me at all,
only Louis does.

I'll never find another boyfriend.

Ludington is a dumb little town.

Mr. hoog says I should be glad
to go to a big city.

My class will graduate without me.

I dreamt Louis and I
ran away and got married.

And when we came back,
we moved into my old house

because the new owners
had abandoned it.

Louis was supposed
to paint the fence

but I said I didn't want fo.

So we rode our bikes
to the state park.

Louis said he'd never leave me.

We hugged so tight
his jacket buttons hurt me.

He said we could run away

and live with his cousin
Vince in Chicago.

We must've kissed a million times

before we had to go back home.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Do you have a room?
- Yes we have.

- It's $30 a week with breakfast.
- That's fine.

Will you sign your name please?

Do you have a room upstairs
in the left-hand corner?

Um, number nine, right there.

That's fine.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I'm from products research company

we're doing a marketing survey.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

You don't have
to give us your name,

just answer a few
simple questions.

Okay.

Do you use an aerosol
or stick deodorant?

Aerosol.

- What brand?
- Rite guard.

Rite guard.

What brand toothpaste do you use?

Crest.

Except now I'm using pepsodent.

My mother likes it.

Look, maybe you should
ask somebody else.

I don't really wanna talk.

- Don't you recognize me?
- No, who are you?

- You don't remember me?
- No.

I'm dianne cruise.

We used to go
to ludington grade school

and junior high together.

I lived on beachwood street.

We were in Mr. hoog's class.

Oh, I never had Mr. hoog
as a teacher.

You must have made a mistake,
I'm sorry.

You're Louis Van til, aren't you?

No.

No?

Louis was my older brother.

- You're little Wayne!
- Yeah.

You were in third grade when
Louis and I were in seventh.

I must have been
but I don't remember you.

Well, you wouldn't.

Where's Louis?

Does he still live in town?

Louis died ten years ago.

He was killed in the Navy
at cam ranh bay.

Oh.

Look, you wanna come inside?

I'm sorry, Wayne.

Why don't you come inside?

Sure, thanks.

You want some coffee?

Yes.

- You want cream and sugar?
- No, thanks.

It was the summer I was selling
magazine subscriptions

door-to-door
for the sheriff's department.

Oh.

Wayne, where are you?

Oh, there you are.

Well, hello.

- Mrs. Van til?
- Yes?

- It's dianne.
- Dianne.

- Dianne cruise.
- Oh, for heaven sakes, dianne!

- How are you?
- Fine.

Well, oh, Wayne good
you got out the coffee cake.

Did you get everything
on the list?

- Yes.
- Where's the change?

By the sink.

Dianne, tell me, what are you
doing in this neck of the woods?

Oh, just on vacation, you know.

- Wandering around?
- Just wandering around.

Well, I can't tell you how
lovely it is to see you again.

Now you make yourself at home.

I'll be out back if you need me.

You have to forgive her, she's
getting old and a little funny.

I remember her very well.

- I had quite a crush on Louis.
- I guess everybody did.

They made a big deal out of it
when they brought his body back.

They had a parade
and made speeches.

What do you do?

- Did you join the service, too?
- No.

I was exempted by the sole
surviving son provision.

Oh.

- What do you do now?
- Odd jobs.

I help out at the store sometimes.

- Where do you live?
- Here.

- I'm the sole surviving son.
- Oh!

Louis let me visit him
at the camp once.

Everybody went, but I was
the one he wanted to see.

- Were you his favorite?
- Sure, he was mine.

- He was mine, too.
- Louis was gonna be a writer.

Sometimes I write stories.

Maybe you could write
a story about him?

Maybe I could write
a story about you?

- Maybe.
- Maybe we could be friends.

- Bye.
- Bye!

Dianne? Yes?

It's so nice to see you again.

I can still see you and Louis
just like two peas in a pod.

Yes, we were.

- Did you talk with Wayne?
- Yes.

Did you notice anything odd?

- Like what?
- Well, look at him.

He looks fine.

Wayne is 27 years old
and he does nothing

but sit around the house
all the time.

He's never had a job.

He never dates anybody.

He never goes out.

He just sits around all the time.

Have you taken him
to see a doctor?

He's an outpatient at pine rest.

He sees a psychiatrist
every morning.

The government helps
or we couldn't afford it.

I'm supposed to assign him
special tasks

so I send him
to the market every day.

That's about all he does.

They don't know
what's wrong with him?

Not really.

One doctor said he thought it
was brought on by Louis' death

but they don't seem
to be able to help him much.

Well, maybe I can help?

- Oh, I didn't mean...
- No.

I'd like to if I can.

- Are you a doctor?
- I work at a clinic in la.

I always knew
you were a smart girl,

but I had no idea!

A doctor, my goodness!

Your parents must be
very proud of you.

Are they still in Minneapolis?

Yes, they are.

I just came from seeing them
as a matter of fact.

Isn't that nice?

Not many young people
take time out these days.

Well I'll see you later,
Mrs. Van til.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- What do you want?
- Is David brinks in?

- I'd like to talk to him.
- Oh, yeah just a second.

David, there's a guy
at the door for you!

I don't know,
it's a guy with a suit.

- Yeah?
- Hi.

My name's Jeff turrin,
I'm a friend of dianne's.

I'd like to talk to you
for a minute.

- Well, is it important?
- Yeah, I think so.

Okay, come on in.

- You want a beer?
- Oh, no thank you.

You know, if someone had
told me five years ago

I was gonna be standing here
with a can of easy lite,

I would have puked.

What's dianne done now?

Oh, I saw her about a week ago.

She's taken off from her job

and she's winding around
the country, I guess.

Sounds like a damn
good idea to me.

Yeah, well I'm not sure it is.

She's been saying
some fairly weird things.

- What's the matter, sweetheart?
- I can't read your writing.

What does this say?

- It looks like, "awk."
- Well, it is, "awk."

It stands for awkward.

It means this lardhead can't
write a coherent sentence.

It also means that you're too
lazy to write out a whole word.

- What did she say?
- She said you'd killed yourself.

She what? “Yeah.

She said you'd committed suicide.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Why would she say that?

Look, I'm not the one
who tried to kill himself.

It was her.

Are you from the clinic?

No, I'm just an old friend.

She looked me up in Colorado.

Well, look, old friend,

she took an overdose of pills,
she got into her car

and tried to drive it
into a concrete wall.

She missed the wall and went
into a chain-link fence.

Made a mess of the car
but thank god

she came out without a scratch.

Why would she do that?

She didn't say.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Look, Mr... Jeff.

I failed.

Now, maybe it was her fault,
more probably it was mine.

But, at any rate,
it doesn't matter

'cause I've given up trying.

- Hi, Wayne.
- Hi.

- How you doin'?
- Fine.

- You started your story yet?
- Little bits of it.

- Am I in it?
- You are now.

- Can I help you carry anything?
- I got it.

I was gonna go take a walk
and see some stuff.

You wanna come with me?

- Did you talk to my mom?
- Yes, why?

What'd you talk about?

She said it was nice to see me
because Louis and I

were like two peas in a pod.

What else?

I saw you out there.

She told me you didn't have
too many friends.

She tell you I had to go
to the market every day?

I told her maybe we'd be friends.

If you want to, that is.

She tell you about Dr. Hoffman?

Wanna take a walk with me, or not?

Louis and I had a private room.

I used to take those tooth
picks, you know with the paper,

and I'd twist the ends
and I'd drop 'em down here

and they'd spin.

Then we'd go up wrath.

Sometimes they'd hit the sides
and it wouldn't work.

Then we'd take stray
and we'd touch the tree

in front of the wilkson house.

I know that tree!

Then we'd step on every crack
in the sidewalk.

Step on a crack,
break your mother's back.

That's what Louis used to say.

And this was the special tree.

We'd touch it and Louis would say,

"let me walk you home."

And I'd say, "no, too far.”

It was really because
my mother would have a fit.

What made the tree special?

In fifth grade, Louis kissed me
for the first time.

It was right here.

He snuck up behind me
and he kissed me.

So this became our special tree.

You sure know a lot about Louis.

I've been thinking
a lot about him.

I'm not supposed
to think about him.

There are a clump of trees way
over there, in lyndale park.

- Past the tracks?
- Oh, they're not there anymore.

There was a arbor in the park
where we used to hide.

People would walk right by
and not even see you.

We'd sit in there by the hour.

That's where we'd kiss.

I wasn't allowed to go
past the tracks.

- Would you like to see it?
- Uh-uh.

- Why?
- It's too late.

I have to take
these groceries downstairs.

Okay, we can go there
tomorrow if you want to.

Maybe.

Hey.

- You wanna see something?
- Sure.

Come here.

Come here.

This is everything.

Louis' team made the finals
in his senior year.

Yeah?

They lost to St. Joe.

I played, too.

I was the most valuable
player on my team.

We had a lousy team.

You looked a lot alike.

Yeah, maybe.

- I was a better dancer.
- I bet.

- How's that?
- Fine.

Why don't you put this sweater on?

That look like Louis?

Put on the sweater.

I don't wanna do this.

Oh, come on.

Wayne, come on you look
like you're the same size.

- We were.
- Then put it on.

This is dumb.

Go on!

Put it on.

Okay.

Smells of moth balls.

These sweaters,
they're coming back in style.

Hold onto anything long enough
it'll come back and bite you.

You look nice.

I hope it's still there.

Definitely the place.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

I really loved Louis, you know?

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Why?

It's not right.

I loved Louis, too.

I even love you.

Then we kissed and I knew
it was a special place.

And then I was special.

I wasn't like the other girls.

I was happy and beautiful.

I knew I was loved.

- Hi.
- Get out.

- What's wrong?
- Just get out.

Get off my porch
and don't come back.

What's wrong, Mrs. Van til,
where's Wayne?

I don't want you
to ever see him again.

Now leave, leave town
and don't come back!

Where is he?

Don't you think you've
done enough damage?

I had to call Dr. Hoffman!

- Why?
- Why?

You're the one who did it!

You're the one
who should tell me why!

- What happened?
- He'll never be the same!

- Mrs. Van til...
- Maybe I can help him.

Maybe I can be his friend,
I'm a doctor too!

- What did he do?
- He changed.

He changed, he's not like he was.

You've made him worse.

- Where is he?
- He's in the hospital!

He's had another breakdown!

- Good morning, Dr. Hoffman.
- Good morning.

- Dr. Hoffman?
- Yes?

I'm dianne cruise.

I'd like to talk to you about
Wayne Van til just for a moment.

Sit down, miss cruise.

I'll be right with you.

Now, miss cruise,
what can I do for you?

How is he?

- Wayne?
- Yes, Wayne Van til.

I had to put him back
on thorazine.

- Thorazine?
- Thorazine, miss cruise.

Or don't you approve?

What happened?

Perhaps you should tell me,
miss cruise.

How you ruined many months
of treatment.

How I ruined...?

Did you think you were so detached

that you would explore Louis'
role in Wayne's life?

Did you think
you were being objective?

Did you know what
you were doing, miss cruise?

Playing your little
game of transference?

I wonder, was it for him
or for yourself?

You identify yourself,
not only with Louis,

but as Louis' girl.

Then you dress Wayne up
in a dead boy's clothing.

Is your present life
so insufficient, miss cruise,

that you have to make love
to a dead boy's memory?

I didn't mean any harm.

Transference is a very powerful
psychiatric weapon.

And you couldn't have used it
more dangerously, miss cruise.

You twisted Wayne's
perception so badly

it's almost as if you'd
set out to destroy him.

That's not true.

He opened, he opened up,
he showed me things.

Mrs. Van til mentioned
that you are in my line of work.

- Yes.
- A clinical psychologist, is it?

- Yes.
- In Los Angeles?

How did you know that?

I did some investigating,
miss cruise.

You would have,
if you were in my position.

Clinical psychologists are
a phenomenon of large cities.

Here, in ludington,
you'd only be available

for the administration
of psychological tests.

How would you take care
of Wayne, Dr. Hoffman?

Keep him quiet?

Keep him still,
keep him under control?

Would you like to continue
the treatment

of your patient, miss cruise?

Perhaps you could find a few
more old clothes, miss cruise.

Stop it!

Do you know what precipitated
Wayne's present condition?

No.

Did you know that he feels
responsible for all of it?

Death, his father
leaving his mother, all of it.

No, no.

A psychologist is a doctor,
just like a surgeon.

Most surgeons cure by amputation.

And what is your answer,
miss cruise?

Cure by rediscovery?

Your rediscovery or the patient's?

Your oblique little walk
down memory Lane

with you as the leader,
Wayne as a follower,

did more damage to him than any
surgeon could ever have done.

Impersonating a doctor
should be a crime, miss cruise.

I wish it were a crime
so I could revoke your license.

Hello, hey down here!

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was in the neighborhood.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You're a hard one to find.

- Why are you here?
- Oh, come on.

I asked you first.

Listen, I was worried about you.

- I don't believe you.
- Oh, you don't huh?

Well I'll tell you, there was
this girl I used to know

who came up to Colorado to see
me for a couple of days

and she let on like
she kind of liked me.

And I thought
she was gonna stick around

to get better acquainted.

But then she disappeared.

I don't know,
I couldn't figure it out.

I mean, maybe it was my bathtub,
maybe it was my shaving cream,

maybe it was that spoon
on the end of my nose, huh?

Why were you worried about me?

You cut your hair again, huh,
looks good.

Listen, you gonna invite me up?

Okay.

Take it easy.

Oh, wait!

Just a minute.

- What do you want?
- What do you think?

I've done some awful things,
awful things.

I've gotta make up for them.

Yeah, you do have some
things to make up for.

And you can start with me.

See, I didn't come here
to save you.

Oh, god.

After you left, Dylan said some
things that taught me a lot.

Mainly to get off my butt.

- Dylan, how is she?
- Oh, she's fine.

She's bobbing around.

- You still wanna see me?
- Yeah!

I mean, Dylan thinks you're okay.

I think you're pretty good.

And I had to come
to California anyway

because I figure it's time
to start making real movies.

Yes? Yeah.

Yes.

Besides...

We still have that great kiss.

A great kiss.

Yeah, I mean it is very good.

I mean, it's not great
but it's pretty good.

Yeah.

Listen. What?

I'd like to come
inside with you now

but only if you want me to.

Oh, I don't have a tub,
I don't have a very big tub.

A cup of coffee will do.

I once believed that
if I discovered who I was

I would understand who I am now.

That seems like a long time ago.

Thank god life goes on.