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[music playing]

What happens between two people in bed?

Well, it's private, intensely private.

Maybe it was the magic fingerspecial at the no tell motel.

Maybe the grand circular suite at the Portobello.

No matter.

I don't know what you did.

And you don't want to know what I did.

Private, unique, unknowable, silent.

What happens between two people in bed?

As long as there are only two of you--

[music playing]

PETER GARSON: I was afraidwe were going to drive back

to turn off, for like an hour, and spend

the night in that lousy motel.

JENNY GARSON: I knew we'd find some place.

[music playing]

Honey, you're such a romantic.

[ringing doorbell]

Maybe they're closed. It is the off season.

No, no, no. The sign said vacancy.

Hello!

I guess we keep driving. - No.

This place is perfect.

There's nothing around for miles.

[wood splitting]

Oh.

Wait a second.

[music playing]

PETER GARSON: Ma'am.

Oh, hi.

Sorry.

I wasn't listening out for anyone.

Don't usually get guests this time of year.

At least not drop ins.

Hi.

Mrs. Garington.

Peter Garson.

This is my wife.

That's the first time I've said that.

Sounds like you'll bewanting the bridal suite.

I knew it.

I knew there'd be a bridal sweet.

There's a storm coming in.

Come on, let's go inside.

Get warm quick.

Oh.

Ha, ha.

You can put your coats overthere on that coat rack.

Mr. Garson, are you a faithful man?

He'd better be.

Call me old fashioned,but I prefer faithful men

in my bridal suite.

I love my wife very much.

I'm sure you do.

We flew into Burlington last night.

No agenda, he said.

We'll just go where the spirit takes us.

And a spirit took you to afamously picturesque Vermont

church.

Gavet Town hall, actually.

Ah.

Then your vows are to man rather than God.

We made them to each other.

Don't get me wrong.

My generation broke all the rules.

Let me help you with your bags.

I can manage.

Oh, don't be silly.

I usually get one of the local high school boys

to help me during highseason, but I'm used to it.

What else am I going to do with all my energy?

I haven't even told my mother.

May I use your phone?

MRS. GARINGTON: Of course, dear.

It's right in that room to the left.

Thank you.

Don't be long.

I promise.

Do you know one of the worst things

about being a widow woman running an inn?

Ah, you can't tell yourhusband to do some of the work.

No.

Well, that too.

There's never any eligible male guests.

We couldn't have found a better place, not even

if we spent months planning.

Great.

It's a big old house hidden from the world.

There is no other guests.

I don't know what you're going to get me, mom.

See, that's what Peter taughtme, how to value a surprise.

Mom-- mom, Peter's waiting for me upstairs.

I just wanted to give you the good news.

I love you too.

Bye.

You must get a lot of couples like us, huh?

That bed has started many marriages.

Marriages aren't started in bed.

Oh yes, they are.

A lot of the men theretoo, if you're not honest.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

That looks an awful lot like a threshold to me.

MRS. GARINGTON: I do envy you two.

Don't ever take this moment for granted.

Well, Mrs. Garson.

Oh my god.

This is amazing.

[music playing]

I think the inn keeper likes you.

She's just lonely.

She's just horny.

So am I. What is yourconsidered opinion, Mr. Garson.

Is sex different after marriage?

I'll be happy to answer that once I've

had the requisite experience.

[music playing]

[singing] Boys are like theshining stars of summer's morn.

Never their souls tonight.

[music playing]

[singing] Come all you [inaudible]

tender grass take warning [inaudible].

[music playing]

JENNY GARSON: Come.

[dramatic music]

What are you afraid of?

Take me, take me, take me again.

[music playing]

That was the best fuck I ever had.

Peter.

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

MRS. GARINGTON: [singing]

Mrs. Garington?

MRS. GARINGTON: [singing]

JENNY GARSON: Mrs. Garington?

[singing] Away they gocourting some other fool.

Mrs. Garington.

Have you seen Peter?

No.

Not recently

Um.

Well, it seems he's disappeared.

Well, darling, I'm surehe'll materialize soon enough.

Um.

We were um-- well, I don'tknow how to explain this.

Sweetheart you just made love.

There's nothing to be ashamed about.

No.

Of course not.

Um.

But then he was just gone.

Jenny-- women are often transported, mesmerized.

I didn't fall asleep.

[rumbling]

Peter.

[dramatic music]

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

Jenny-- Jenny, come back inside.

He's out here.

I promise you, he would nevergo out in weather like that.

His clothes-- his clothes.

[clock chiming]

[music playing]

I packed this bag myself.

It's all here.

His clothes are here.

Then he's here.

Well, then if he'shere, then I'll find him.

Peter.

Peter.

Peter.

Peter.

Peter.

He isn't anywhere.

I've looked everywhere.

We'll probably find him downin the kitchen sipping a cup

of tea, wondering where we are.

It's like finding that set of car keys

which ended up being in your pocket all along.

Why the fuck are you talking about car keys?

Where the fuck is my husband?

The fire, it was lit when we came in.

Yes, of course.

Well, you weren't expecting any guests.

Why light the fight?

I like to keep this particular room warm.

[dramatic music]

I don't know where he couldhave gone in this weather.

That's why I'm calling you officer.

In the morning?

What are you crazy?

He could be buried dead in the morning.

Can't you people do anything about this?

No.

Look, I'm not being hysterical.

I'm scared.

I'm really scared.

Yeah.

Well, I hope it's soon enough too.

You know, Jenny, I really don't think

the police can do anything.

We're out here in the boonies.

We're low priority on their list.

Roads probably usable for hours.

He has to be somewhere.

Come sit with me.

I thought I knew my husband too, I did.

No.

We were not exactly hippies, but we

did all those crazy things.

And one day I decided that the old fashioned

rules were really the best.

So we had a second wedding,this time in a church.

We proclaimed our vows to each other.

Truly, for the first time.

And I thought that they meant asmuch to him as they did to me.

He swore to be faithful.

I know you love Peter very much.

I do.

It's crazy.

I don't know whether to be angry or worried.

It is crazy.

Love is crazy.

It's crazy.

It's nature's little trap.

Makes us blind to the way men really are.

How could he have left me?

Jenny, don't try so hard to understand.

It is what it is.

You know what I think?

I think you just need a good night's sleep.

Nothing's going to happenbefore the morning anyway.

I can't sleep.

Let me at least make you comfortable, OK.

Here.

Blanket.

I'll be upstairs, OK?

If you need me.

Just rest.

[music playing]

[noise]

Peter.

Peter.

[music playing]

[heavy breathing]

Peter?

[heavy breathing]

Son of a bitch.

[moaning]

Where is he?

Where's my husband?

He's in the bed, dear.

Well, you tell thatbastard to come out then.

It's not quite so simple, Jenny.

Here, let me show you.

Is this some kind of trick?

No trick.

He simply joined the others.

He's become a part of the bed.

[roar]

Oh, Jenny, haven't youever wanted a man to attend

solely to you're pleasure?

[moaning]

I can get them to do anythingI want, and only what I want.

My great, great, great grandmother made

this bed with her own hands.

One day she went to the market and she came back

and her husband was sleepingwith the servant girl.

She was devastated.

She put a spell on this bed.

The faithful have no fearof being in this bed.

The unfaithful who sleep in itbecome it's prisoner or slaves

to those whom they betray.

Peter never did.

He's here in the bed.

Jenny, are you sure he never betrayed you?

That was years ago.

We weren't even livingtogether, it doesn't count.

Oh, it counts.

Don't worry.

You shall have your husband.

Peter.

Peter.

Peter.

[moaning]

[music playing]

Peter.

[screaming]

Peter.

[screaming]

[sirens]

She's regaining consciousness.

[coughing]

Relax, you're going to be fine.

FIREFIGHTER: Oh, I can't believewhat we got in this place.

Eleven bodies all in the same bed.

[footsteps]

FIREFIGHTER: Poor bastards,burned right down to the bones.

It was a bridal suite.

One hell of a honeymoon, eh?

Some people.

I'm not saying those guys deserved it.

Nobody does.

If I had a pretty young wife like that,

I wouldn't be sharing her.

No way.

What kind of husband does that?

When I'm in bed I like to be alone, just me.

Well, that's not strictly true.

Just me and a friend.

[dog whimper]