All language subtitles for 10.1979.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.MX]-English

- Ah. Come in, Mr. Webber.
- Hi, Covington. What happened?

I think we blew a fuse a minute ago.

It's as though somebody died.

- Come this way. Careful, now.
- Okay.

- Is Mr. Fallon here?
- Oh, yes, he's here.

Would you take this?
I'll check the fuse box.

- Yeah, sure, okay.
- Careful.

Hugh?

Hugh?

Surprise!

Is it 41 or 42?

...Right in and chase the shepherds away

...right in and made my sunniest day

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear George

Happy birthday to me

I go down on my knees to you.

How do you feel about 42?

- 42 what?
- Mm.

You know. Years.

It depends. How do you feel?

- I feel betrayed.
- Ohh.

Really?

Well...

You know...

...they say...

...you know who "they" are...

...that life begins at 40.

I spent the last...

...2 years...

...realizing they'd been
lying in their teeth.

I don't know. I think the last 2 years
have been rather good.

That's because you're 38.

- Keep your voice down.
- Ohh.

- Goodnight, George.
- Mm.

- Good night, Sam.
- Night, Sheila.

Night, Sheil.

Sam...

...I want you to promise me something.

Never!

Never throw me
a surprise party again.

- You're welcome.
- Oh, you know what I mean.

I'm going to fill out my night.

Could I have some more white wine,
Bacchus, my dear?

How you feeling, birthday boy?

Oh. Invalided.

You mean invalid?

I'm... Well, that, too...

...but I feel basically invalided,
like an invalid.

Remember what they say, George.
After 40, it's all patch, patch, patch.

Ugh. I'm going home.

- We're working here in the morning.
- Oh, goody, goody.

- Hey, hi.
- Hi.

- How you doing?
- It's good to see you.

- How's the water?
- Great.

Oh. Thanks, Covington. Thanks.

Happily

Oh, baby, won't you and me

We had it made

Here, try this.

Put this in front of
"don't call it love."

- Oh, in front.
- Right. Try it.

If they ask you

You can say that
We ended happily

- And then have...
- Right.

But don't call it love

When you're talking to me

Great.

If they ask you

You can say that
We ended happily

But don't call it love

When you're talking to me

- Great. Yeah.
- Got it?

- I'm going home.
- Right.

How's Sam?

Oh. Sam's great.

Sam's mostly always great.

Can I have my jacket, please?

That sounds mostly intellectual,
not emotional.

I guess so.

I guess she'd be happier
if things were more emotional.

- I guess so would you.
- Ho-ho-ho.

For a man who's
never been analyzed...

I'd analyze you better
than that expensive shrink.

But you'd come out gay
and I couldn't do that to Sam.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- I'll give her your love.
- No. Give her yours.

He's no more than a man

Nothing special that you'd run to see

He's a child to be sure
At times insecure

But he pleases me

For when I'm in his arms

And the last little star slowly dies

I'm enchanted to be

The me that I see in his eyes

He's a man, nothing more

Sort of clumsy and absent of mind

Not the kind of a beau
I dreamed long ago

That I would find

He's my lover, my friend

What more could I ask him to be?

So in our little plot

The mystery is what he sees in me

Why is it I never doubt him

When I've known all along

Now and then

The very best of men must roam

Sure, I get lonely without him

But a man, right or wrong

The more you bind him

The less you find him home

He's no more than a man

Just a weaver of wishes and dreams

Very shy, insecure

He's a child...

Oh, shit!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

Would you mind stepping out?

- Do you have a license?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Did you know
your license had expired?

- What?
- July 26.

Oh, no!

Yeah. Uh...

Do you have a registration?

- For the car.
- Um...

Yeah, sure.

Expired license, no registration...

...and reckless driving.

I think you'll need a lawyer to help you
with this one, Mr. Webber.

Yeah.

- See if you can get this thing started.
- Yeah. Thank you.

Go on, move it!

Marriage is a sacred commitment...

...designed on earth,
sanctified in heaven.

Consider these two rings.

Perfect circles...

...without beginning, without end...

...signifying God's eternal love
and devotion.

Where would we be without God's love?

One of the most glorious
of God's institutions...

...is the institution of marriage.

A union of two souls
swearing allegiance...

...and promising in God's name
to obey one another...

...until death do them part.

In today's world...

...it does well to consider
such a commitment.

For in the final analysis,
on the day of reckoning...

...we shall all be held to account.

The time has come
for David and Jenny...

...to make this commitment
to one another.

Do you, David, take Jennifer...

...as your lawful wedded wife...

...to have and to hold...

...in sickness and in health...

...from this day forward
till death do you part?

Ahh! Shit!

Hello!

Hi.

- Whose car?
- What?

- Whose car?
- It's a loaner.

- Jesus, George!
- Don't look.

What have you done to your nose?

A bee flew in the car.

My God! You're lucky
you didn't have a wreck.

- I did have a wreck. I hit a police car.
- A police car?

Yes. And not just a police car.
A Beverly Hills police car.

- My God. Does it hurt?
- You bet your knickers it hurts.

Have you taken anything for it?

Four of your birth control pills.
I hope that's all right.

Try an antihistamine.

I don't like those.
They make me pregnant.

I'll start dinner.

Thank God for that.

Okay, what's up?

What do you mean?

I've been getting
strange vibrations.

Probably just a temporary...

...malfunction of my
biorhythms, dear.

Maybe you are allergic.

That bee sting's awfully close
to your frontal lobes.

Sit down. You'll just
screw things up in the kitchen.

- Go play the piano.
- I want to do my share.

- You shall, darling. Later.
- Ohh. Yeah!

Unbelievable.

Un-fucking-believable.

- Does that guy have a telescope too?
- Yeah.

- See anything interesting?
- Oh, yeah!

Hi, Sam!

Shit! She did it again.

The latest hike in OPEC oil...

That son of a bitch
has a bigger telescope than we have.

Not "we" have, "you" have.

I don't peep into somebody
else's windows to get my jollies.

You and your friend
are dirty old men.

He's not my friend.

He should be.
You know him intimately now.

I don't watch him, I watch his broads.
He's got a hell of a stable.

He must be good in the sack.

What's that got to do with it?

Unless he has a new
remote control screwing device...

...how can you keep
from watching him too?

I concentrate on the broads.

- He's around, isn't he?
- Why are you so het up?

You got the time or you want
to wait till after the late show?

First, I'm getting a little fed up...

...at sexually emancipated ladies
being referred to as "broads."

Second...

...I think a telescope aimed
at anything other than stars...

...is an invasion of privacy and
qualifies the voyeur as a peeping Tom.

And there's a very good law
against that.

Third, the first two
wouldn't bother me a bit...

...if you'd stop watching
so much television...

...and pay attention
to your bedroom guests.

This guest, in particular.

Now, you want to argue
or you want to make love?

Define "broad."

- Your definition or mine?
- I know yours.

A girl who screws around a lot.

- A hooker.
- A hooker's a hooker.

Their spreading their legs
doesn't make the terms interchangeable.

- What's the difference?
- A hooker sells it.

So does a broad.
A hooker makes the price going in.

Ahh. So by definition a broad
is less virtuous than a hooker.

As far as I'm concerned,
virtue has nothing to do with it.

As far as you or any man is concerned,
virtue has everything to do with it.

Listen, I just said "broad."

You applied a disparaging connotation
to the term.

Come on. Are you trying to tell me...

...that "broad" is not a term
used by men...

- ...to describe women disparagingly?
- I'm just saying I didn't use it that way.

- Would you call me a broad?
- That depends.

On whether you watched me
through a telescope...

...while I fooled around
with your degenerate neighbor.

Okay, you define it.

First and foremost, I don't equate
the term exclusively with sex...

...voyeurism or, quote,
"degeneracy."

- You do that.
- So do you, but you won't admit it.

"Broad" to me is just another
colloquial term for "woman"!

Like "dame," "skirt"...

- "Moll."
- "Crumpet." "Moll."

I'm sure Dillinger never used
that word derogatorily.

For authority on female aggrandizement
consult the FBI's 10 Most Wanted List.

Let's look it up.

I want your definition, not Webster's.

I'm going to get
Monsieur Roget's definition.

You know my definition.

"Broad" means woman. Not good,
not bad, unless so designated.

You said a broad does it for money.

You said a hooker sells it.
I said so does a broad.

If a broad is a woman,
then women screw for money?

- Some women!
- Broads!

Some broads do it for other things,
but in a way, they sell it!

Here we are:
"Woman - dame, hen, petticoat."

"Slang or derogatory. Jane, broad."

Look. "Slang. Derogatory. Broad."

Okay? How about that, smartass?

You want to look up "derogatory?"

George...

Don't be a shitheel.

Whatever Monsieur Roget's
définition was...

...I was not using the term
in a derogatory fashion!

Some of my oldest and
dearest friends are broads!

- Including your mother.
- You bet!

I want a broad...

My maternal grandmother was one
of the greatest broads that ever lived.

They don't make "broads"
like that anymore.

- You know what's wrong with you?
- Male chauvinist pig.

Besides that.

You're gutless. You're afraid to admit
you blew it, and lose like a man.

I wouldn't mind losing
like a man...

...if you weren't so damned
determined to win like one!

Oh, Christ.

I've got an early call.

Um... Care to translate that?

Yup. It's getting late.
I think I'd better go.

From Hollywood, The Tonight Show...

...starring Johnny Carson.

This is Ed McMahon,
along with Doc Severinsen...

...and the NBC Orchestra,
inviting you...

...to join Johnny and his guest
Cloris Leachman.

From the Metropolitan Opera company,
Judith Blegen...

I thought we were
going to make love.

It'll cost you 50 bucks and an apology.

Here's Johnny!

Sam!

Oh, damn!

Oh, bollocks!

Ow.

God.

Oh, God.

I give my heart

Just to one man

Loving...

I can't hear you, Fraser.

This too I swear

While I am there

- It's too soon.
- Keep going.

Didn't we have more tables
in San Francisco?

More tables, you know. Never mind.

I give my heart

I know my man

Hold it. You must spend
more time at the tables.

Did we have more tables
in San Francisco?

We did, but...

- Do you mind if I make a phone call?
- Go ahead.

Give everybody a 10, would you?

Okay. Everybody take 10, please.

Stage phone, please.

Sorry, that line's busy.

- Still busy.
- I'll hold.

Okay, over here!

Still busy.

Okay, thank you.

Does he do anything except
swim and jog on the beach?

Oh, yes.

He makes me happy, so I let him
swim and jog on the beach.

The more you do for him,
the more he rubs your nose in it.

Speaking of noses, why don't you keep
yours out of my personal affairs?

In return, I won't bring up that you've
acted like a spoiled child all morning.

I'm going to the market.
Anybody want anything?

No, but bring back the receipts.

George thinks you
take advantage of me.

Is that so?
Well, I suppose I do.

But then, nobody's perfect.

Oh, George is.

What a drag.

Hugh, sometimes you really are
a pain-in-the-ass fag.

Coming from one of the great
Anglo-Saxon heterosexual...

...bores of all time,
that's the ultimate compliment.

You've brooded and sulked
around my house all morning...

...without the good manners to explain
or apologize, and I'm fed up.

So you know what I'll do?
I'll call it a day.

I'll invite some company over
to soak up the strain.

Some happy, conversational...

...intellectually stimulating,
pleasant company.

The Malibu chapter
of the Sugar Plum Fairies?

As you don't qualify, you understand
why I don't ask you to stay.

I couldn't. I forgot my tutu.

Yeah, see you later, Butch.

- I won't be long.
- Don't be.

What does that mean?

It means go to the store
and come back.

Don't hang around
with your friends at the beach!

Don't get heavy with me.

I'll be back when I'm ready.

What were your thoughts
at the moment of this fixation?

That she was the most beautiful girl
I had ever seen.

Uh, on a scale from 1 to 10?

11.

You said there was
no such thing as a 10.

There's nothing unusual.

I was sitting at the stop sign.

I wasn't thinking anything special.

Suddenly there she was.
And I reacted.

I mean, I wasn't expecting
to see that vision.

What about the young girls
on the beach? And Larry?

I don't like...

...middle age.

I mean, it's not that complicated.
I'd just rather be 30.

Or 20, even.

God. If to make it, I had to
change places with Larry...

...and a life of faggotry...

...I'd sure as hell
give it consideration.

You don't consider that significant?

I'm just using an extreme example
to make a point.

If you could, wouldn't you
change places with Larry?

But I can't!

Didn't you ever
play games like that?

But not to the point
where I got all hung up with it.

You're becoming obsessed
with the ugliness of old age.

The fear of death.
The inevitability of it.

You'd change places
with a homosexual to put it off.

So what do you do?

You play it safe.

You get a fixation
on a beautiful young girl.

A "vision," I think
was your description.

And I suspect,
for your total vision...

...a virgin.

Yes?

Um, excuse me, reverend,
I was just driving by your church...

...and, uh, a thought struck me.

If it wouldn't be an imposition...

...and you could spare a few minutes,
I'd be eternally grateful.

By George!

Aren't you George...?

- Webber.
- Of course!

George Webber!

My goodness!

Well, come on in, George!

- Thank you.
- How wonderful!

You know, George,
I'm a songwriter too.

When you are near

Though we're under a cloud

Why do I hear

Rainbows that shine out loud

Why is there music

When I'm kissing your glove

Could it be

That I have an ear for love

Why, when you smile

Do those bells ding-a-ling

Turning my heart

Into a thumping thing

Glee clubs of moonbeams

Sing your name in the blue

When I hold you near My love

Look into my ear My love

You'll see that what I say I hear

My love

Is true

Well?

Well...

Now, George, you must be
absolutely frank with me.

Yes. Well, frankly, I...

- I'm stunned.
- Do you think it's professional?

I think it's amazing.

You realize, I've loved music all my life.

Excuse us, Mrs. Kissel.

Loved it all my life.
Of course, I made a choice.

I'm not dissatisfied.
I took the right road.

- I think you did.
- But the music, you know.

- Always there, right?
- Oh, yes, yes.

Sometimes, though,
it gets to be almost too much.

I feel like chucking everything,
and just write, write.

Yes. Well, I think you should
stick with it, reverend.

You really did like it.

No. He that hath clean hands
and a pure heart...

...who hath not lifted up
his soul unto vanity...

Yes, yes. Quite.

All right,
Mrs. Kissel, we'll take care of it.

- She's been with me for ages.
- Yes.

It's all right.
You go on back to the kitchen now.

No damage done.

How old is she?

I honestly don't know.
I don't think she does.

Whenever Mrs. Kissel breaks wind,
we beat the dog.

I mean, the whole depersonalized lifestyle
that puts down anything traditional...

...and completely ignores many of our...

...socially most fundamental institutions.

Such as marriage, for instance.

Right on, George. Heh-heh-heh.

I think I'm fairly well
psychologically oriented.

I've talked to psychologists,
psychiatrists...

...welfare workers...

But when I drove by your church
today, I thought, "God!

Goodness...

...who better than somebody
who truly represents...

...the institution of marriage
and all it stands for?"

I'd be more than happy to help.

That's really marvelous.

Well, for instance,
compared to, say, 5 or 10...

You may not believe it...

...but just as many young people
are marrying today...

- ...as they were 10 years ago.
- Really?

Of course, there's a difference.

It fits right in
with this depersonalized concept.

So many don't seem able to relate
to the true meaning of the ceremony.

Mm. Can you be more specific?
Have you married any young people lately?

Yesterday I married
Jennifer Miles and David Hanley.

Perhaps you might know
the bride's father, Dr. Miles.

He's a very prominent
Beverly Hills dentist.

No. No.

- Theater.
- Stage phone, please.

All I possess is

Get the phone

Hello?

- Samantha Taylor, please.
- She's busy.

God, she's always busy.

My name is George Webber. I'm trying
to get a message to her. Can I do that?

- For Samantha Taylor? Who's calling?
- Right. George Webber.

- Webber.
- Could you spell that?

- Got it.
- Hello? Hello?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah. If you could just tell her...

Hello? Oh, dammit!

Oh, God!

You have all the... Ohh!

Ahh! Shit! God!

Dammit. Ow!

Hey, I see him!

What's he doing?

Come on, George!

- Oh!
- Hello?

Hello!

I didn't want to bother you
but I'm leaving town tomorrow.

How long since you've had
your teeth checked?

God, I don't know. Uh...

My dentist is Dr. Shoup in New York.
Do you know him?

- No. Don't believe I do.
- Oh.

Open, please.

- Ahh!
- Shh.

How long since you've seen Dr. Shoup?

Couple of years.

- You've got six cavities.
- Tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Two of them are pretty bad.
- Really.

- Six cavities?
- This is the worst. See this shadow?

That's the nerve.
Lucky if we can save this tooth.

Oh. What?

- Who are my next appointments?
- Mrs. Phillips and Mr. Rodinsky.

Now open as wide
as you can, please. Wide. Wide.

See if you can cancel them.

And tell Janie that we may have
to work through the lunch hour.

You have to do them all now?
Couldn't we just do the bad ones?

Well, they're all bad. Two of them
really serious. But they're all bad.

Look, I can cancel my vacation
for a few days...

I'm afraid that wouldn't help very much.

In an emergency,
I can shift things around a bit.

But otherwise I'm booked solid
for the next month.

No, I think under the circumstances...

...better we just get it over with.
It won't be so bad.

Then you can take your vacation,
and as far as your teeth are concerned...

...you can relax and enjoy yourself.

- Beginning to feel the Novocaine?
- Yeah. My lips are tingling.

I enjoy your music.

The last time I was in New York,
Mrs. Miles and I saw, uh...

...Dream Boat!
That was your show, wasn't it?

- Uh.
- Ha-ha-ha!

It was '67. '68.

- '68.
- '68.

That was a hell of a good show.

- That hurt?
- Not really.

Where are you going
on your vacation?

The Virgin Islands.

Mrs. Miles and I always go to Mexico.

- Oh.
- Las Hadas.

Lava tus dientes.

That's Spanish for "brush your teeth."

It's really terrific.

My daughter Jenny's there now
on her honeymoon.

- How are you?
- Not very well.

Pardon?

- This'll take a few minutes.
- Okay.

- Sir?
- Forget it.

Sure.

Hi, Mr. Webber.

Huh?

Cup of coffee. Black coffee.

- Oh, coffee.
- Coffee.

That's all right.

Thank you.

Oh, Christ.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Who is this?

Is this 275-0817?

Yeah, yeah, it's George.

Ohh!

Hello?

Operator.

Operator, I'm having trouble
reaching 275-0817.

Could you try it, please?

Ohh.

Hello?

Hello?

- Operator.
- Would you get me the police?

- Josh?
- Yeah?

- I'm going out. I'll be back.
- Okay.

- Do your homework.
- I've already done it!

Oh, what?

What is this?
What's wrong? What's wrong?

- Pardon?
- What's wrong? What are you doing here?

We got a call from a Miss Taylor.

She spoke to this house.
A strange man answered.

He spoke gibberish,
made obscene sounds.

She was afraid Mr. Webber,
the tenant...

- That's me!
- ...met with foul play.

The prescription's for G. Webber.

Do you know Mr. Webber?

He wants to write something.

"My name is George Webber.

I just came from the dentist
where I had 6 cavities filled.

I have identification in the house."

Six?

You better take it easy.
Pain pills and alcohol don't mix.

You could've fooled me.

Oh, George! With the...

Come in. Step right in.

George?

George?

You go for it, George!

- Are you going for it?
- I'm going for it.

Oh, God! Anything.

I want to say something.

- I have a telescope.
- You do?

I look at him every day
and he looks at me.

I don't think I've been
so happy for years.

Come have a walk with me.

You miserable little son of a bitch!

- Yup?
- Sam?

Yep!

Oh!

Oh, fuck! Uh.

Hello?

Aeromexico.

Oh!

Damn you, George!

Ow!

- George Webber.
- Would you please sign in?

Mr. Webber?

Buenos dias.

I'm Vicente, the assistant manager.

Welcome to Las Hadas.

Oh.

Is that for me?

It's a custom here
at Las Hadas. It'll keep you cool.

- Can I drink on the way to the room?
- Of course.

We've got a very beautiful place here.

Look out!

I hope the maid has made up
the room. Good, she did.

Mr. Webber?

- Mr. Webber.
- Huh?

Right this way.

Mr. Webber, right this way.

- You must have had a rough flight.
- Huh?

- I said you must have had a rough flight.
- Nyeh.

These rooms are well-insulated.

You'll have peace and quiet.

And also, as I said...

...the view from the balcony
is magnificent.

Mr. Webber?

Mr. Webber?

- Hugh?
- Hm?

What is it about that miserable little
son of a bitch that makes me care?

- Well...
- I don't want to, you know.

He's more trouble than any man
I've ever known, including my ex-husband.

Apart from being uncommonly bright,
wonderfully witty...

...generous, occasionally lovable
and a genius...

...I can't think of a single thing.

- How about unnaturally belligerent?
- Oh, yes.

- Exhaustingly childish?
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

We've nothing in common.

We're the original odd couple.

And when he really gets me going...

...I can't ask him to step outside
because he's too small.

I hope he's gone for good.

Well, he hasn't.

- He's going through male menopause.
- Come on.

All right.
Ladies have a biological edge...

...but most males over 40 make up for it
in the emotional department.

He's gone. I don't know where he is.

Nothing has happened to him.
Nothing sinister, that is.

It'll take him a while to find out
he's a certified imbecile.

He'll come home, tail between his legs
and settle down for good.

Lest ye judge harshly, remember...

- Nobody's perfect.
- Thank God.

Anyway, I'd still like to punch him
right in the mouth.

Buenos dias.

A very good evening to you.

Oh. I'd like strong black coffee
and some amphetamines.

Might I suggest the dining room?

And the local pusher.

In whatever order you
consider appropriate.

Yes, yes.

I'll settle for a brandy.

- Thanks.
- Certainly.

Cheers.

I think, one more time, basically.

If you still want coffee...

I've survived the crisis, thank you.

- Is there a phone I can use?
- Sure.

- Dial "9."
- Mm.

Thank you.

- Operator.
- Mm.

Hello, this is Mr. George Webber.

I'm in room...

I don't know what room I'm in.
Do you know?

- Yes. 104.
- Thank God. Thank you.

Could you do me a favor and get me...

...area code 213...

...655-2264?

Miss Samantha Taylor.

- Miss Samantha Taylor?
- Right. Thank you.

By what name are you known, sir?

I'm known by the name of "Donald."

"Don," to my friends
and paying customers.

In that case...

...another double, Don.

"Double Don."
That'll be hard to say...

...by the shank of the evening.

Better make that a single.

Hello? Yes.

- Sam!
- George?

Yes. Listen, you'll never guess
in a million years.

I'm in Mexico.

And I'm sitting in...

...the Las Hadas bar...

...having a brandy
with my old friend, Don.

- Say hello to Sam, Don.
- Hello, Sam.

Listen, I tried to call you
a dozen times.

When do you plan on coming back?

Hello? George?

Darling...

...I won't stay...

...a minute longer than I have to.

Just a couple of days...

...a couple of weeks.
I should have it all sorted out.

I love you too much...

...to put you through
all that rubbish.

I need... Ahem.

I need the time to be alone.

Okay?

Sam? Sam?

- Mm-hm?
- Say something.

Piss off, George!

They don't write music
like that anymore.

Well, not much anymore, anyway.

Is that good or bad?

What do you think?

I'm opposed to bartenders making
value judgments while on duty.

- For that matter, so is the management.
- Oh, poo-poo.

How old are you?

Thirty-seven. But I look 40.

No. You look 33.

That's because I'm really 25.

We are each of us
the product of an era.

That music is my era.

Beautiful melody.

Great lyric.

If you were 19...

...and 20 years from now...

...you were dancing with your wife...

...or girlfriend you knew
in high school...

...and you said to her, "Darling...

...they're playing our song"...

...do you know what they'd be playing?

"Why Don't We Do It In the Road?"

What the fucking hell
kind of era is that?

- To each his own.
- Ah. Now that's a good song.

What...

What is the sum total
of my indebtedness...

...to this establishment?

Name and room number.

Uh...

I have left something
for your favorite charity.

- That's me.
- Why not?

- Good night, Don.
- Good night.

Mr. Webber...

And for what it's worth...

...I like your songs.

God.

Well...

You know something?
You suddenly don't look a day over 30.

Oh, oh.

Oh, Sam.

Come and save me, for chrissake.

- Hello?
- Josh.

- Yeah.
- Hi, it's George.

- How are you?
- Okay.

Let me speak to your mother.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

What do you mean?

Young man, go and tell her
I'm on the phone, right now!

Piss off, George!

I couldn't sleep.

- It's the brandy.
- Yeah.

- Let's get back to the doubles.
- How will that help you sleep?

I said I couldn't.
I didn't say I wanted to.

Live and learn, like I always say.

Oh, God.

What else do you always say?

I always say...

...down the hatch.

Ho, ho. Oh.

Up the rebels.

Hello.

Hello.

I don't mean to be rude,
but aren't you George Webber?

Yes, I am, and I don't think
you're being the teeniest bit rude.

Terrific.

I met you at Truman Capote's party.

- Terrific.
- My name is Mary Lewis.

- Congratulations, Mary Lewis.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Enid. Enid, darling. Have you met my wife?

I'm so pissed.

- She's lost her shape.
- She's going to enjoy this.

Nice room you have. Pretty.

- Oh!
- Oh, God!

I'm sorry.

Let me make it well.

I don't want you to be afraid.

George.

Hmm?

Is it me?

No.

Yes, it is.

Okay.

- Is it?
- No.

It is me, isn't it?

No.

This ever happen to you before?

Well, it's happened to me before.

Ta-da. Heh-heh-heh.

There was this...

...beautiful guy. Willis.

- Willis...
- Ackerman.

Willis Ackerman.

We slept together,
by actual count, 16 times.

No matter what we did or how,
he just couldn't manage.

That's terrible.

One time he got so crazy,
he just started punching the wall.

Hit it as hard as he could.

Broke the old hand in three places.

He swore he loved me.

He'd sit on that bed in the dark
and he would cry like a baby.

It never happened to him before,
he said.

We stopped seeing each other finally.

You know, he's got three kids now.

He's married
and he's got 3 kids in 4 years.

I think he's...

...worked his problem out.

Yeah, well, I was his problem
and he sure worked me right out.

So don't go punching any walls,
Georgie, huh?

Some of us...

...just don't bring out
the man in men.

Good night, sweet Georgie.

The sand is hot! Oh! Ah! Hot!

Oh, God.

The sand is hot.

God, bloody hell.

- Oh! Ha, ha.
- Sorry.

Ah! Ahh. Oh, God.

God.

Hello. Drink, sir?

Can I get you anything to drink?

Something cool, refreshing?

Can I soak my feet in it?

How about a Bloody Mary? You can stand
in the ocean while drinking it.

God, yeah.
That may be the suggestion of the week.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Oh, God.

Think I'll go out
and get a surfboard.

Ow, ow! Damn! Damn!

Ah, fuck it!

- Here you go, sir.
- Oh, shit!

Here's your Bloody Mary.

- Would you like to drink it in the ocean?
- No, no.

- It's really warm in the ocean.
- No, no.

- I'll take you on my back. Come on.
- No.

- Okay here, sir?
- Yeah.

- Cheers!
- Thank you.

Enjoy yourself.

- He is a very enterprising young man.
- Mm. Yes, yes.

I must admit I feel a bit foolish.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I didn't get your name.

Webber. George.

- Collins. Bill.
- Hi. How are you?

- Switzer. Chuck.
- Hi.

Chuck refuses to be carried.

He used to be a Marine.

Oh, well. To Tripoli.

Semper fi.

I was in the Royal Air Force,
as a matter of fact.

I thought you had to be English
to be in that.

You do.

- You an English fellow, huh?
- Mm-hm.

That's all right.

Sir. Can I get you anything else?

Yeah. Terrific.

How about a beer?

Uh. No, actually. Thanks.
I think I might go for a swim.

- If you need anything...
- I'll give you a shout.

- Surfboard?
- It's great. Can I get you one?

I've never really used one.

There's nothing to it. No big waves.
Just paddle around.

Sure it's not dangerous?

Absolutely. The hotel's had only
one accident since opening.

- That was because the dummy fell asleep.
- Fell asleep?

Yeah. He fell asleep on the board...

...drifted out to sea
and the currents got him.

The currents?

Past the point, there's heavy currents.
6 or 7 knots.

If you're on a surfboard or swimming,
that's it. You could end up in Peru.

- You mean he...
- Never found him.

But you don't fall asleep on a surfboard.

And you don't paddle out too far.

- Well, maybe tomorrow.
- What about sailing?

- Great sport.
- Maybe. I'll see you later.

Adios.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come on!

Oh!

Against odds
and without thought for his own safety...

...George Webber, composer,
playwright...

...and winner
of four Academy Awards...

...braved treacherous waters
to save a drowning man.

David Hanley, 23,
and his bride, Jennifer...

...are honeymooning at
the Las Hadas Hotel in Mexico.

David fell asleep on his surfboard
and drifted out to sea.

I've got to call Sam!

...Told me how dangerous
it is in the currents.

I was out in the boat...

...and I decided...

...there wasn't time to go for help,
so I went after him.

Hello? Hello?

- George Webber, please.
- One moment please.

- To your very good health.
- Thank you, Don.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Lounge.
- Mr. Webber, please.

Wait one moment.

- Are you in?
- No, no.

Listen, Kitty,
until otherwise instructed...

...Mr. Webber'll be incommunicado.

Oh, my God! Where's that?

About 20 miles east,
and make a left turn.

Okay. Thank you, Don.

Clever girl. She wanted to know
where "communicado" was.

Oh, it's very obvious.

It's a stone's throw from "cognito."

Sorry.

Sorry.

This is the new one, Hugh.

That's beautiful.

More, Georgie.

Play "Funny Valentine."

You don't remember?
I played that for you already.

You did?

At Truman Capote's party.

Gosh, I don't remember.

Are you sure?

I play it at every party.

Keep a light in the window.
I may be back.

- Right, mate.
- Oh, yes.

- Who is it?
- Uh, George Webber.

Sorry, I didn't realize
you were in the shower.

Oh, no, no. Come in.

I tried to call,
but you weren't in.

I'll just slip into a robe. Come in.

There's a bar if you want a drink.

There's a joint in the ashtray.

I didn't get home
from the hospital until 8:00.

How is your husband?

He's got a terrible sunburn.

He'll lie on his stomach for days.

It could have been much worse.

- Wouldn't you like a drink?
- No, thanks.

- Some grass?
- No, no, no.

- Would you like to sit down?
- Yes.

You know my father.

- Yes.
- He says you're his patient.

- Dr. Miles, D.D.S.
- That's right.

Well, isn't that wild?

Yeah.

You wouldn't believe this.

About two weeks ago,
David and I saw you on Dinah Shore.

Oh, right.

To be honest, I didn't know
who you were or what you did.

But I said to David,
"There's a really attractive older man."

Oh. Well, that's nice.

And you've written all those songs.

- A few.
- Elevator music.

God! Elevator music.

The music in elevators.
Lots of violins.

I know what you mean.
I'm very big in elevators.

- And here you are.
- Yeah.

You saved my husband's life.

It's unbelievable, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Did you know we were
on our honeymoon?

- No.
- We were married Friday.

Oh.

- Not much of a honeymoon.
- It doesn't matter.

We lived together two years.
We only did it for the family.

My father's just right of Attila the Hun.

- May I ask you something, Mr. Webber?
- If you call me George.

I haven't eaten all day.

Well, in that case
let me take you out to dinner.

That's what I was going
to ask you, George.

Pretty song.

"Esta noche, la paso contigo."

What does that mean?

Tonight I spend with you.

Tell me something, sweet Donald.

What's fair about a man...

...getting older...

...and looking more distinguished
and worldly...

...and a woman getting older
and looking old?

There's nothing fair about that.

Yeah.

No, I'm...

...just fine.

I wasn't expecting Prokofiev.

I saw Romeo and Juliet
at the Royal Opera House...

...when I was 16,
with Nureyev and Fonteyn.

It really wiped me out.

I like different music
for different things.

I like to listen to rock.

I like to dance to jazz.

What do you do to Prokofiev?

Fuck.

And not only Prokofiev. Ravel.

Did you ever do it to Ravel's "Bolero"?

No.

My uncle turned me on to it.

My stepmother's younger brother.

I spent weekends at his house.
I was at school in England.

Uncle Fred said "Bolero" was the
most descriptive sex music ever written.

And he proved it.

George?

I forgot the joint.

What, now?

Oh, God, you beautiful thing!

Better hurry or you'll
have to start it again.

The music.
You'll have to start it again.

- Start it again!
- What?

It's better if you start right
at the beginning. Please?

Hurry!

Oh, shit.

It's all right. It's a long piece.

Oh, God. Oh, Jenny.

You're the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.

Ah, ah, ah! Ow, my hair!

Oh, I'm sorry.

- What?
- It's better if I'm on top.

Oh, okay.

- What?
- A feather!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- Maybe it's better if we go the other way.
- Okay.

- Now what?
- It's stuck!

It's not. Really, don't be afraid.

The record is stuck!

The record!

Oh, Christ.

Fix it, please!

Finally.

- Oh, Jesus!
- I don't believe it!

Hello?

Oh, hi, baby.
How do you feel?

It's David.

George Webber.
We went out to dinner.

George Webber,
the man who saved...

Right, right.

Hold on. He wants to talk to you.

He wants to thank you.

Hi, David.

Yeah. Oh, no big deal.

No, it's my pleasure.

Yeah, she's...

We had a nice dinner.

And we were just sitting around talking.

I was just getting ready to leave.

Sure will. Okay, nice talking to you.

Hi. You sound like you're
really out of it.

Beautiful. I envy you.

You'd better get some sleep.

I'll be there about 11:00.

Okay. All right. Bye.

They just gave him a shot of Demerol.
He's really out of it.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck! Ow.

Hold it.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Why me?

What do you mean?

Tonight! Me. This.

Why not?

Are you bothered
because my old man called?

God, aren't you?

No.

And what about this?

- I don't understand.
- Oh, come on.

This! Us!

What about it?

Why the hell get married?

I got married because I wanted to.

A week later you have an affair with
the man who saved your husband's life!

- Oh, wow!
- Oh, Jenny.

"Oh, wow"?

I don't understand that thinking.

Well, evidently not.

Five minutes ago
you weren't worried about him.

- Oh, boy.
- Or whether I was married.

The hell I wasn't!

How do you act
when you're not worried?

I thought maybe you thought
I was more than just a casual lay.

Why'd you think that?

Oh, great. Thank you. Terrific.

Because I thought you were something
different. Something special!

I am. As far as I'm concerned,
I'm very special.

If I sleep with someone,
it's because I want to.

- Mm-hm.
- I enjoy it. It pleases me.

Jolly good!

It's okay if your husband does it?

If it makes him happy.

Nothing wrong with being happy...

...but there's more to life than
screwing to Ravel's "Bolero."

Sure there is.

But what's wrong with screwing
to Ravel's "Bolero"?

It depends why you're doing it
and with whom you're doing it...

...with.

If I thought that much, I'd be a virgin!

Oh, look, Jenny!

George, are you happy?

Let me see...

Um... No.

Not at this minute.

Neither am I.

But I was,
and I intend to be again soon.

I don't know your problem
but you won't solve it by solving mine.

- Fine.
- And I don't think I really have a problem.

Mm-hm.

That's your problem.

- George?
- Hmm?

Would you turn off the record?

I give my heart

Just to one man

I give my heart

To one man

Alone

- They loved it.
- At $8.50 a crack, I'm lucky.

- What's up?
- George fucking Webber!

Hello, Mr. Webber. Come in.

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

- Is she expecting you?
- No.

- I'd better let her know you're here.
- Okay.

Mrs. Taylor?

- Yes?
- Mr. Webber's here.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks.

Your phone's out of order.

No, it's not.

It's been busy all day.

It's Josh talking to his dad.

I... I got back this afternoon.
I thought I'd surprise you.

You did.

Uh... Maybe you'd like to go have dinner?

- No, thanks.
- Okay.

I'm having dinner with Bernie Kaufman.

- How come?
- Because he asked me.

Mom? Dad wants to talk to you.

He wants me to come
to Southampton for Easter.

- Oh, hi, George.
- Hi, Josh.

You mad at me?

Yeah.

Mom says I should apologize.

I think you should apologize
because you want to...

...not because of your mother.

- What if I don't want to?
- Uh...

Then don't.

- Okay, I won't.
- Why the hell not?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Bernie Kaufman.
Your mom expects me.

She's on the phone.

I'll apologize to you
if you apologize to Mom.

- Why should I do that?
- Because you've been a real shit!

- You little...
- I'll tell her you're here.

- Bernie Kaufman.
- Hi. George Webber.

Okay, I'll see you later.

- You two know each other?
- I think we just met.

- Hi, Bernie.
- Hi

- You know where the Scotch is.
- No, I don't.

Make yourself at home.

- Nice meeting you.
- Yeah.

Yes?

- What did you do, work all night?
- I did. Was it worth it?

As a matter of fact, it was.

One of your better lyrics.

I was inspired by
one of your better melodies.

Hmm.

You don't sound happy.

I've always gone on
the premise that...

...to be happy,
you have to feel happy.

How's Larry?

He's traveling abroad.

I got a telegram saying
he might come back.

But due to some...

...foolish pride,
I don't think I'll take him back.

Have you seen Sam?

She's going out to dinner
with Bernie Kaufman.

Don't do as I do. Do as I say.

Kill if you must, but don't lose her.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- All right.

It's easy to say

It's over

It's easy

To say

We're the best of friends

You walk away and for a while

You try the summer

Of a younger smile

But the memory never ends

You could lose your mind

But then you'll find

It's easy to say

I love you

There's only one way to say

I love you

You could search the years away

That old cliché

Is the first of May

Too old...

...for new love

It's easy to say

It's easy

As A, B, C

I love you

Love you

Love you

That is pretty.

Yeah. Thank you.

I was going to call it,
"I Love You, Samantha"...

...but some old hack
got there before me.

It's the thought that counts.

Yeah.

Uh...

- Sam?
- Hm?

Do you want to get married?

No.

Oh, um...

Why not?

Just as a matter of interest.

We spend too much time
arguing and not enough making love.

I could work on that.

You know, just reverse that trend.

Make a lot of love,
and just that much arguing.

- As easy as that?
- You've got it.

It would make a difference.

So you'll think about it?

- Unless you want to argue.
- Oh, no.

I want to make a cup of coffee.

And think about it.

- Any action?
- Ehh.

She's in the kitchen.
He's playing the piano.

And I've had it!

That's it, George!

For one year I've been providing
X-rated entertainment...

...and you reciprocate with PG!

It's an iniquitous arrangement!

- What's iniquitous?
- I show him mine, he don't show his!

Come on, Rapunzel.
From now on, we do it in the dark!