All language subtitles for Teenage.Seductress.1975

(lively funk music)

- Hello. - Oh, howdy, ma'am.

- Could you tell me where
the pinon nuts are?

- (chuckles) Pinons, yeah, pinon.

Yeah, we got 'em, ma'am, sure.

They grown 'em out here, you know.

New Mexico is famous for pinons.

Got them trees up there,
you can pick 'em.

But we got 'em in bags right down
the aisle down there.

- Thank you. - Get
yourself some pinons.

Right there, you got 'em.

Just, yeah.

That's two bags pinons,
that's 59 a piece.

Dollar and 18 cents.

- I hear there are a lot
of famous artists

and writers in Taos. - Oh, yes,
ma'am.

Quite a few artists come
up here to Taos.

They like it up here,
it's kinda quiet

and can do their thing.

- My aunt went to school with a
very famous writer, King.

- King, Preston King? - Yeah,
that's it.

- Well, don't I know him!

Comes in here all the time,
loves them pinons.

Takes him about two hours to
crack that many.

You got that for 59 cents.
(laughs)

Yeah, he's a nice fellow.

- I'd love to meet him, could you
tell me where he lives?

- Pardon me, ma'am? -
Where does he live?

- No, ma'am, I'm afraid I
couldn't do that.

See, most people come up here to
get their privacy,

and I kinda respect that,
you know?

- I'm only asking where he lives.

- I know what you asked me, I
said I can't tell ya.

I'm sorry. - Thank you very much.

- Well, there's no need to get
huffy about that.

Don't you want your pinons?

I'll eat 'em myself, I love 'em.

- I'd like to apply for
a library card.

Could I have a pen, please?

I'm looking for a writer
who lives in Taos.

Preston King?

- Will you check the due cards,
Laura, I'll help the girl?

You're looking for Mr. King?
- Yes, I am.

- Well, he seldom comes in here,
only once in a great while.

You aren't from Taos, are you? -
No, I'm from Connecticut.

- Oh, just out of college?

You admire his writing,
you're a writer, right?

- Yes, that's right.

- Well, I happen to know that
he's busy on a project

right now and does not
wanna be disturbed.

Maybe next time you're
through Taos.

- I have to see him this time.

- I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Seems as if they get
younger all the time.

(suspenseful music)

(peaceful music)

- Ah, senorita. (speaks Spanish)

(woman speaks Spanish)

(man speaks Spanish)

(woman chuckles and
speaks Spanish)

- (chuckles) I speak poquito
much more than you.

Just enough to keep me
out of fights.

I own this place, my name is
Ronaldo Cantuga Gonzales DeMio.

You can call me Reggie.

- Well, I'm Terry Nelson.

- Ah, talking like that makes me
kiss the hands of the

(speaks Spanish). (Terry chuckles)

- Do you know Preston King?

- He wouldn't take his
paintings to anyone else.

- I like them. - Me, too.

Me, too.

You wouldn't wanna buy one,
would you?

- (chuckles) I don't think I
could afford it.

- Oh? (chuckles)

Make an offer.

(Terry sighs)

- Oh.

- Oh, I sell his books, too.

Are you a fan of his?

- Do you know where he lives?
- Uh-huh.

- Could you tell me?

- Did it look like rain outside
before you came in?

- (chuckles) No.

- Then I'll take you.

- What are you doing?

- Now, if I told you
where he lived,

you'd probably just get lost,
I better show you.

- [Terry] I found my way here,
didn't I?

- You were just lucky. - Well,
what about your shop?

Your customers? (Reggie chuckles)

- What about 'em?

Let 'em wait.

Paintings are always worth more
the older they are.

Where's your car? - In the plaza.

- Shall we?

(upbeat music)

It doesn't look like he's home.

(wind whistles)

(suspenseful music)

Well, his car's not here.

Guess he's not home.

Come on, we'll come back later.

Alright.

(Terry sobs)

(Terry whines)

Hey, what's wrong?

(suspenseful music)

Hey, how about dinner tonight?

Try the El Pueblo Motel, they've
got reasonable rates!

Drop me a round again sometime.

(peaceful music)

(water sprays and splashes)

(suspenseful music)

- Terry, poor Terry.

Terry, poor Terry, your daddy
doesn't love us anymore.

Daddy's gone away, your
daddy has left us.

Your daddy has left you, Terry.

Terry.

I'm not saying anything
against your father.

I just want you to make the
same mistake I did.

- My daddy loves me! - Has he
ever talked to you?

- My daddy loves me! - Has he
ever written you?

- My daddy loves me! - On your
birthday, Christmas?

All men only want one thing.

Now, don't you give a
man anything.

(water sprays and splashes)

Why are you going out with him?

- Because I like him.

- But why are you going
out with him?

- Because I like him.

- [Mom] I don't want you to make
the same mistake I did.

That boy is nothing.

- But I like him.

- (sighs) Men are no good, you
can't trust them.

(water sprays and
splashes) (moody music)

- [Terry] But I like him.

- Men are no good, you
can't trust them.

(Terry moans softly)

One thing.

Men want.

Don't expose.

Don't give it away.

Make them pay.

- Pay.

Pay.

Pay.

- Pay.

Pay.

Pay!

Pay!

Pay!

(wind whistles) (birds tweet)

(suspenseful music)

- I'm gonna fuck you, Father.

Like you fucked me.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, Mr. King?

- Yes?

- So, you're Preston King?

- What?

Well, yes.

Where'd you come from?

- I was just driving by.

I've read everything
you've ever written.

- Oh, well, thank you very much.

- [Terry] Oh, no, Mr. King,
thank you for writing.

- (chuckles) Well, thank
you for reading.

Miss, what can I do for you?

- You can talk to me.

- [Preston] Talk to you?

What about?

- Well, I took journalism at the
University of Connecticut,

and I'd like you to talk to
me about writing.

- Well, I was just about to
have breakfast.

I've got about 10 minutes,
would that be alright?

Alright.

(Terry chuckles)

Oh.

Forgot about that.

So, you're a journalist major?

- I've a BA.

- That's nice, I hope they
taught you something.

(chuckles) They didn't
teach me anything.

I can tell you that.

- Well, I could learn a lot more,
I mean,

if I could work with
someone like you.

- Miss, the best help you
can get is to write

and keep right on writing.

My gosh, I better get to work
before I get too old.

- Oh, you're not too old, Mr.
King.

- Well, it's nice of you to
say that, miss.

And I'll tell you, I've never
enjoyed such lovely

company for breakfast, but, I
really have to go.

- I've heard you're working
on something new.

Do you think I could
see some of it?

- Miss, I, um, I don't let anybody
see my writing until,

until it's finished.

Now-- - I'm sorry.

I guess it's just that sometimes
I get over anxious.

- Yes, Elena?

- Mr. King, I've gotta go
to town to shop.

I forgot my key, if you open
the gate, we'll go.

- Alright, excuse me.

Here you are, Elena.

Your salary's in there, too.

Isn't that right?

(Elena speaks Spanish)

- Now we go.

- Oh, uh, that's alright.

You finish your coffee.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm
overstaying my welcome.

- No, that's alright, finish your
coffee and then you'll go.

Elena, Mr. Holland has a
prescription for me at the drug

store, could you please pick that
up for me and, oh yes,

Mr. Granger has some papers
for me to sign.

If you could go by the office and
pick them up for me.

(moody music)

Miss?

Miss?

Miss.

Miss?

Miss?

- [Terry] In your bedroom,
Preston.

- Miss?

Oh. - Come here, Preston.

- Yes, um... - Come here.

- Put your, uh, put your, Christ.

Oh, God, here, here's
your clothes.

Here, put these-- - Preston.

- Will you, what are you, what?

- Preston!

- Lady, lady, will you stop it?

Listen, don't.

Miss, stop it.

Stop it.

God damn.

I can't believe this.

I mean, you come out to
my house at dawn,

and you come in and you're in
my bed, I, I, why?

What do you think you're gonna do?

What are you gonna accomplish?

Are you alright?

Are you okay?

Look, here, get your clothes on
and, uh, well, just...

It didn't happen, okay?

Alright?

Huh?

- [Terry] Could I have
something to drink?

- Oh, sure, sure.

Just get your clothes on and, uh,

I'll get you something to drink.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, sweet princess,
we meet again.

Hi, there!

How's the El Pueblo?

- It's fine, would you move
your cart, please?

- [Reggie] As soon as you say yes,
but don't say no

until you have a chance to hear
what I have to ask,

then you can say yes, okay?
- Okay.

- (drowned out by traffic)
smiled on me today.

I sold her paintings, I'm gonna
have a fiesta tonight.

See the cart there, it's full of
beer, wine, tequila,

- Hey! (horn honks) - Burritos.

- Hey! (shouts in Spanish)

- Oh, he can't, would you move,
please?

- Seriously, though, why don't
you come to my fiesta?

All my artists are gonna be there,
even Pres.

Pres, Preston King?

I just saw his housekeeper in
the market there.

Told her to spread the good word
for him to be there.

Hey, look.

I don't know what I did to upset
you, but I'm sorry, okay?

- Yeah, okay. (horn honks)

Look, I'd like to come. - Okay,
dig it.

- Hey, where, what time?

- [Reggie] My gallery, as soon
as you get there.

(tires screech)

- Elena, wait a minute!

Elena, I'm so glad I caught you.

I'm so excited, Mr. King just
hired me as his secretary.

I'm on my way there now, so
I'll take these.

- You are sure of that? - Yeah!

By the way, he said you could
have the day off.

See you later!

Call him!

(doorbell chimes)

Hi!

Careful, it's heavy.

Sit down right there.

I told you.

Now, please don't get
mad or anything.

I have something very
important to tell you.

- How did you get in here? - Well,
the gate was open.

Now, just sit down and listen to
what I have to say, okay?

Please?

Okay?

Look, I'm really embarrassed
about what happened.

It was very childish, you knew
it and now I know it.

But I'm still a very, very
good secretary.

I mean, I type 100 words a minute,
I take dictation,

and well, I know you need a
secretary because I noticed

you take your notes in
longhand and I need a job.

- How'd you get my groceries?

- [Terry] Well, I saw Elena
in the marketplace

and I told her I was your
new secretary.

- Anything else?

- Well, I also gave her the
rest of the day off.

(Preston chuckles)

Please give me a chance.

Look, if you don't like what I do,
I'll leave,

but I guarantee you I can type
50 pages in two days.

How about these? - Just, yeah.

Yeah, right there.

- [Terry] Please?

- I'm not an easy man to work for.

- (laughs) That's terrific!

- Put away the groceries.

- Oh, Mr. King? - Mm-hm?

- I ran into Ronaldo at
Ronaldo's Gallery?

He sold a painting and he's
gonna have a party,

and he wants you to go.

- You know Ronaldo, I mean Reggie?

- Mm-hm. - Hm, it figures.

You've been in town one day.

Call him and tell him that I have
a previous engagement,

and I can't make it. -
(laughs) Okay.

(horn honks)

- Hi! - Hi, how are ya?

- Oh, super.

God. - Am I glad to see you.

- You too, how was your day? -
Mine was alright.

Now, just don't say anything,
don't say anything.

Just let me walk with you here.

You know what? - What?

- Reg sold a painting today. - Oh,
good, yours?

- No, not one of mine.
(woman speaks Spanish)

You know, but he was having a
party, but we're not gonna go.

- Good, I'm delighted. - We're
gonna stay right here.

Do you want a taste? - Oh,
I'd love one.

I'm dying of thirst, but I've
gotta go powder my nose.

- I see. - Be back in a minute,
huh?

Who are...

Aren't you the girl I saw
in the library?

How did you get here?
(Terry giggles)

- Well, I see you've met. - Well,
not really.

- Well, no, we haven't.

- Victoria Hughes, Terry Nelson.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- I was just taking the salad out
to the patio, excuse me.

- I tried to catch you. - She
startled me, who is she?

- That's my secretary.

Look, I-- - Secretary?

You couldn't have got a short,
fat, dumpy one

that's 80 years old? -
Forget about it.

Look, I'll tell you what to do,
you put yourself

into something and I'll
get rid of her.

- Yeah, okay.

- Terry, you're working too long,
why don't you take off?

Be here at one o'clock tomorrow,
okay?

- Okay, as soon as I finish
mixing the salad, okay?

- Mm, mm!

Do me a favor.

Go into Reggie's and
represent us at his party,

and tell my buddy to hoist a
few for me, okay?

- (giggles) Okay, I'll do that.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

- Bye.

(lively music)
(background chatter)

(Terry giggles)

- That's a neat step. - Ah,
you like it, huh?

It's necessary.

You see, I don't want some hero in
there punching me out.

- Why would he hit you?

- Well, because I plan to hug you
and kiss you and, well,

you might start yellin' and
screamin', you know how you are.

- Let me explain about that, okay?

When I was 13, a man, actually a
friend of my father's,

raped me.

He was a very kind man, so I
didn't suspect anything

when he offered me a ride. - Oh,
hey, hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

- Oh, but Reggie,
you're different.

Oh, I'm confused.

- Oh, it's a beautiful night out
tonight, isn't it?

- Yeah, lovely.

Romantic.

You know, you really ought to see
Taos in the daytime.

It's beautiful, you haven't
even seen it yet.

Why don't you let me
show it to you?

- Let's go! - Not now, not now.

(chuckles) In the daytime.

- Oh.

Oh, Preston said that since he
couldn't make it tonight,

that you should hoist
a few for him.

- [Reggie] Huh? You saw Pres?

- Yeah, I work for him. - Oh,
you work for him?

- Mm-hm, as of this morning,
I'm his secretary.

Do you know Elena? -
Everybody knows Elena.

She's the best
housekeeper in Taos.

Most independent lady in
the territory.

You know, Pres would be
lost without her.

- I, um, met Victoria as I was
leaving this evening.

- Yeah, they're pretty close.
(chuckles)

- Serious? - Well, I don't know.

I think she wants to marry him.

- [Terry] Oh, Reggie.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- How long have they been
going together?

Does he cheat on her?

- Cheat?

Pres and Elena have something
going every Thursday morning

between two and three.
(Terry giggles)

You know, you have beautiful eyes.

Why are you asking me
these questions?

- Well, it's just that I don't
know Mr. King and

I really don't wanna put myself in
a compromising position.

- Him?

He's an old man!

- (moans) Reggie!

(moans)

Please, Reggie, just slow down
just a little bit.

It's really too soon, okay?

Later, some other place?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

(sighs) - Come on.

(lively music)

(suspenseful music)

♪ I can make Preston love me

♪ I know how to do that

♪ I can make Preston love me

♪ I know how to do that

- Your father was no good.

♪ I know how to do that

♪ I can make him love me

- He left me, he left you.

- Do you know what I'd like to do?

- What, hon? - Paint
that damn stream.

- That's a toughie. -
I know it is.

(Elena speaks Spanish)

- Cheers. - Look at this.

To your health. (chuckles) - Mm,
I need it.

How about some, let's see,
what do you need?

- What do I need? - Grapes?

I'll feed you one.

- Oh, you don't have to do that.

- Oh, come on.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Hey!

What are you running for?

- What? - Just come
here for a second.

- Why?

- [Reggie] 'Cause I have something
important to tell you.

(chuckles) (Terry moans)

- Come on, Reggie!

- There she goes again.

I'm too old to keep up.

I'm 27.

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(distant chatter)

- Hey, tell me something. - What?

- What did you first think of
me when you saw me?

The very first time.

In the library, do you remember?

- [Preston] You weren't
wearing glasses.

- What does that mean? -
You were pretty.

- [Victoria] Oh, thank you, sir.

- You looked like you didn't
belong in a library.

- Where do you think I belong,
Preston, hm?

- Well, right now, I think you
belong right over there,

in the light, so I can
begin sketching you.

- Mm-hm.

Okay.

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

- Welcome home. - Hi.

I'm not very hungry.

Look, Reggie, why don't you just
take the car and go?

I'd kinda like to just walk
home by myself.

(Reggie sighs)

(Reggie sighs)

- Here, have an orange.

- No, I'm serious. - I know
you're serious!

God.

Tell me something, is it me?

Now, I'm no saint, I've done a
lot of wrong things.

But in this case, you're wrong.

I haven't done anything to you!

What do you want from me?

- Look, Reggie, it's not you,
I'll explain later.

I just wanna be by myself. -
Explain it to me now.

- Please, Reggie, just take
the car and go.

I'll call you later.

- Okay.

I'll do it.

But you know what you are, lady?

You're weird.

You know what that makes me?

Weirder.

- See you later. - Yeah.

- I can't get your chin
shadow correct.

- Are you inferring I have a
double chin, sir?

- No, I'm not. - That's good.

- It's just the artist's talent.

- [Victoria] Mm, take your time,
I'm enjoying the sun.

Might get rid of that old-maid
librarian pallor, right?

- What?

- Oh, you know that
pallor one gets when

they're too long in one situation.

- Why would you say that?

- Because it's true, Pres.

I do have an old-maid
librarian pallor.

Living in that damn library day
after day, week after week.

It tears a person down, Pres.

Doing nothing tears a person down
mentally and physically.

I'm not like you, I can't
make my own hours.

Work where I want to.

- There's absolutely nothing
wrong with your color.

- That sounds very much like a
proposition there, sir.

- You're right.

(Terry groans dramatically)

- What the hell?

(Terry groans)

- Will you help me?

- [Preston] Where are you?

- Over here!

(groans)

- Oh, my god.

(Terry groans) -
What's the matter?

- I slipped.

- [Preston] Look, is
it your ankle?

- I think so. (groans)

- [Preston] Can you
straighten your knee?

- I don't know! - Try.

Ah, it doesn't seem to be
broken or anything.

Let's see if you can straighten it
out, straighten it out.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Hughes.

Gosh, I hope I didn't disturb you.

- Not much, you didn't.

- How come you happen to be here?

- I was taking a walk.

- Well, do you think
you can stand?

- I don't know. - I bet she can.

- Oh, let's try it. - Oh, jeez.

You guys, careful! - Come on,
come on, come on.

It's alright, it's alright.
(Terry groans)

- It hurts!

- Listen, you hold her and
I'll go clean that.

- No, I'll do that.

You see that she gets to the car.

- Come on, come on.

It's alright, it's alright,
come on, put your arm.

That's it, that's it. - It's
a little better.

- Ah, come on, come on.

(upbeat music)

- Oh, any more? - No, stop, no.

That's it, I can't do any more.

- Don't you wanna
finish this chapter?

- No, I can't, I
can't-- (phone rings)

I can't think of anything.

- Hello, Mr. King's residence,
Miss Nelson speaking.

I've got it, Elena.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes.

- Oh, my. - Just a second, please.

- Vicky.

Yeah. (chuckles)

Look, I'm sorry, we got wrapped up
in a thing and, uh,

yeah...

Could you excuse me?

Yeah, I know, I don't know
how to apologize.

I don't know how to, we were...

Gee, your ankle's better,
Terry's ankle's better.

You remember the problems we were
having in chapter five?

Yeah, well, we solved them.

Characterization, you
remember the people,

they didn't relate to one another?

Yeah.

Well, uh, it's not too late.

You can come over, can't you?

Oh, great, okay.

I'll see you later.

(groans)

Elena, we have to get
dinner right away.

- I'm sorry, senor, I
have to leave.

- What?

- I have to go.

- We have to get,
Victoria's coming.

- I have a long drive and I
don't have time.

- I can't cook, Elena.

- I fixed something,
I'll show you.

(Preston sighs)

- Oh, oh, your car.

Well, call the shop and have them
bring it over right away.

- Right away, sir.

(horn honks)

Good evening, Mrs. Hughes.

- Hi, Vicky. - Is she still here?

- [Preston] Well, yeah, she--

- Hey, Papi, how's the old oil
squeezin' these days?

- Hey, is that you, Reg?

What're you doin' here?

- Reggie brought my car up,
Preston.

- Preston? - I hope
you don't mind!

- Oh, come off it, will you?

Hey, I got an idea, come on,
we'll all have a drink.

Come on in!

What's the matter with you?

- I told you there was no hurry.

- I knew it, (chuckles) I knew it.

I'm gonna go see my mother.
- Wait a minute!

- Oh, but you do look
beautiful tonight.

A little dragged out,
but beautiful.

- I told him my car
was in the shop.

- What'd you do that for?

- [Terry] Because I didn't want
them to think, you know.

- No, I don't, you lied.
- I did not!

- Well, what do you call it?
- Please, Reggie.

- I've gotta think about this one.

Yeah, you lied.

- I did not. - Yes, you did.

- [Preston] Hey, you two,
get in here!

- You lied. - No, I didn't.

- Serve 'em up, Papi,
here we come!

Ah, Papi's martinis, best in
the west and lethal.

- I'll drink to that.

- Hey, Papi, slip your
secretary a double.

I'll let my charm take
over from there.

- I bet it will.
(chuckles) - You got it.

- Reg, how's business?

- [Reggie] Well, your paintings
aren't keeping me in the--

- You look lovely this evening,
Mrs. Hughes.

- I had plenty of time
to get ready.

And please, call me Victoria, hm?

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry I
offended you, Mrs. Hughes.

- Listen, I have a great idea.

Reg, why don't you take Terry in
and get us some ice?

- Yeah.

I've got this. - Go talk to her,
Reg.

Victoria, why don't
we have a chat?

- I think it's time for us to.

It's been a hell of a long day.

- How long has it been, Victoria?

24 hours, right?

- Preston, do you see how
she looks at you?

- Why are you-- - How she
acts toward you.

- Why are you angry?

- Hey, what are you doing? -
I'm getting some ice.

- Oh, Jesus, Terry,
didn't you notice

the friction building between
those two in there?

Let's just leave.

- Why no, Reggie, I didn't
notice any friction.

- Oh, come on!

- Well, you know them
better than I do.

I think we should go
back in there.

- God damnit, lady, you
can't be that dense.

They don't want anybody in there,
just leave them alone.

Alone.

That's it, you don't wanna be
alone with me, do you?

So why waste my time?

Look, do me favor, don't call me,

and if I ever call you,
hang up on me.

Okay, you go on in there and you
make some excuses for us.

You're good at that.

And you get back in here and
we'll leave, got it?

- Sure, Reggie.

- And if you're not back
in one minute,

I'm gonna drive myself home.

See if you can lie your way
out of that one.

(suspenseful music)

(muffled chatter)

- [Preston] My god, Victoria,
she's just a kid.

- [Victoria] Female
and you're male.

- [Preston] So what?

- [Victoria] Next thing you know,

she'll be moving in with you.

She will! - Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Preston, you're so naive. -
Drink, you know, forget it.

- Good morning, Elena.

I've already done the shopping
for the day, you won't

have to come in at all, I've also
picked up the mail.

- Where is she goin'?

Elena, I have an errand I'd like
you to run for me,

if you would, please.

- I can longer work for you,
senor.

- What?

- My brother in Raton, he is sick,
I must go.

- Well, for how long, Elena?

- I don't know.

Two, maybe three months.

He very sick.

I must go.

(suspenseful music)

- What's going on? -
She's just quit.

She's been with me for 10 years,
she just quit.

- It's too bad.

Well, come on, I'll make
you some breakfast.

I'm pretty good, I can cook, too.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Hughes.

Yes, I'll give him the message.

Goodbye.

- Anybody call? - Pardon me?

- Did anybody call? - Oh, no,
just a wrong number.

(Preston laughs)

- I'm sorry we have to quit
so soon, Victoria.

- Bullshit.

- These have to be signed and

this has to be paid right away.

You also have to contact
your publisher

about the next 50 pages.

- Boy, you are fantastic.
(Terry chuckles)

I don't know what I've done
without you. (chuckles)

(groans) Poor Terry, it's
been a long day.

- It's been a long month.

- Vicky, don't start. - I
can't help it, Preston.

I've gotta say something.

- Look, I'm done in, the
book's almost finished.

Why can't we just sit here
and talk pleasantly?

- Honey, I know you're done in,

but it's something I've gotta say.

There is something between
you and that girl,

and I've seen it coming, don't
tell me no, I've felt it.

Ever since the first day I laid
eyes on her, Preston.

Preston, I love you.
(melancholic music)

It's not easy for me to say this,

but I cannot compete with her.

I can't compete with her age,
I am too old.

- You're not old. - Shut up,
Preston!

That girl in there is
a cheap tramp.

She's deceitful, conniving,
dishonest.

- Come on.

- Preston, did you ever ask
yourself why Elena left?

Did you ever once get any of the
messages that I called?

That girl in there is making a
damn fool of you, Preston.

A damned old fool.

- That girl in there is a
damned good secretary,

and nothing else, and if you think
there's something going

on between Terry and me, then
you're acting like somebody

her age is supposed to act,
Victoria.

- Don't you compare us, Preston,
we aren't anything alike!

- [Preston] You're right.

- But she's in there
on your couch,

where is gonna be in the morning?

- Jesus Christ.

She's a help around here, she's,

she doesn't demand
anything from me.

- And me, Preston, what do
I demand of you?

- You demand one hell of a lot!

- Well, I won't demand
anything anymore.

(door opens)

- Vicky.

(car starts) Vicky!

Vicky.

There's no reason why we should be
angry with one another.

- Oh, Pres, I'll pick up my
things over the weekend.

(melancholic music)

- Let's go!

(smooth jazz music)

It's right there on the left.

- Oh.

- Oh, you must have a
lot of clothes.

- [Terry] Oh, wow!

- Oh, it's a little small, but I
hope it's comfortable.

- It's terrific. - And um...

Here's your key to the...

- Oh! (giggles)

Thank you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Tell me about yourself.

- [Preston] What do
you wanna know?

- [Terry] Well you said you were
married and had a daughter.

How come you got unmarried?

- [Preston] Oh, I don't know.

We were both young, it just
didn't work out.

- [Terry] What about
your daughter?

- [Preston] Well, I sent
checks to the court

until she was 18, I haven't seen
her since she was two.

- [Terry] Why?

Why didn't you keep in
touch with her?

- [Preston] You sound like a
prosecuting attorney.

Am I accused of a crime?

- [Terry] No, just curious.

I wanna know about you.

- [Preston] Well, my attorney and
I thought it was best

to get out of her life,
her mother was...

How can I describe her
mother to you?

Her mother was something else.

What about you? (Terry chuckles)

- [Terry] Oh?

I haven't lived long
enough for a lot.

- [Preston] There must be a
boyfriend someplace.

- [Terry] Not really.

- [Preston] You must have
had boyfriends.

- [Terry] Oh, sure,
it's just that,

well, it's just that none of
them has lasted.

I guess I haven't found
the right one.

- [Preston] Do you have any
brothers or sisters?

- [Terry] No, the whole world.

No.

Just my mother and me.

She was abandoned by my father
when I was very young.

She's very bitter about it.

So am I.

- [Preston] It's too bad.

I can't imagine your father not
wanting to see you.

- [Terry] Neither can I.

- [Preston] What else?

- [Terry] Well, would
you like to ball?

- [Preston] Hm?

(Terry laughs)

- [Terry] Oh, excuse me.

I forgot I'm not supposed to
say things like that.

- Here, type these up right away
and we'll call it a day.

- Okay, thank you.

- I better get outta here and let
you get back to work.

Terry...

You've made working on this book
almost a pleasure, but,

it's over now and do you
have any plans?

- No.

- Well, I'm not gonna be
writing anything

for at least a couple of months.

You're welcome to stay on here,
if you'd like to.

- Wow, I'd like to stay.

- Same setup as now, if
that's okay with you?

- That's fine.

- Okay, then it's settled.

(sighs)

Tomorrow then, I have to go
into Santa Fe and

deliver my manuscript to my
lawyer who will

begin the legalities with
my publishers and,

well, in the meantime, I'd like to
exchange some paintings

at Reggie's, could you
pack them for me?

- Sure.

- I'd like the one of you and the
one of the landscapes.

- You're going to put a picture of
me in Reggie's gallery?

- Yeah, I'd like to
pretty up the place.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, would you,
do you wanna go?

(Terry giggles)

(knocks)

Terry?

- Come in.

Come on in.

- I'm gonna be back
at six o'clock.

Be sure and call Reg
and tell him that

I'm gonna be at his gallery at
five o'clock sharp.

I don't want him closing up on me.

- Okay, will do. - And we'll
celebrate tonight.

- Okay.

- My daddy loves me! - Has he
ever written you?

- My daddy loves me! -
On Christmas?

On your birthday? - My
daddy loves me!

- [Mom] All men only
want one thing.

(Terry giggles)

(moody guitar music)

- Hello?

- Be with you in a minute.

Oh.

Here comes trouble.

Long time no see.

What can't I do for you?

- Preston has the wrong landscape,
I brought the right one.

- Beautiful landscape.

Wish time did that to
my paintings.

- We finished the book, we're
celebrating tonight.

- [Reggie] Good!

Terrific.

- We've been working hard, Reggie,

but I've been thinking about you.

- [Reggie] You've been
thinking about me?

Uh-huh.

Look, lady, I've gotten
first-degree burns

from you where it hurts.

I can recognize those
heat-rising signs by now.

- Reggie-- - Now, wait a minute!

- Reggie, I've needed you, more
than you'll ever know.

(moans)

- [Reggie] Oh, Jesus.

- Stop now, Reggie.

Wait a minute, baby.

I need some help.

(melancholic guitar music)

(melancholic guitar music)
(muffled moans)

- You're timing's off, Papi.

- Hell, it's five o'clock,
I'm right on time.

Didn't you tell him I was gonna be
here at five o'clock?

- No, I forgot.

- Why don't you pretend
I'm not here?

- Did you also forget we were
gonna meet at six?

- No.

- Well, why don't you forget it?

- Preston, wait!

What are you so mad about?

- You have a very poor
concept of time.

- I didn't do anything.
(Preston chuckles)

- You didn't have time
to do anything.

- In case you haven't noticed,

I'm a very healthy,
normal young lady.

- I've noticed.

- You've what?

- I've noticed.

- Where are you going? - I'm
gonna get some ice.

- There's ice in the bucket.

- [Preston] Thank you.

- [Terry] Some men find
me attractive.

- Yeah.

- Well, what do you
expect me to do?

- About what?

- Well, you won't pay any
attention to me.

(warm music)

- [Preston] What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I'm alright.

I'll be right back.

(dark music)

- You didn't tell him.

It's no good unless you tell him.

He's not hurt.

Hurt.

Hurt!

Hurt!

Hurt!

Hurt!

Hurt!

- Are you alright? - Mm-hm.

- You were crying.

- There's something I
have to tell you.

- Oh?

- How does it feel?

- What?

- How does it feel to
fuck your daughter?

- That's not a very good joke.

- I'm your daughter.

My name is Emily, same
as my mother's.

She began calling me
Terry after you left

when I was two years old.

You married her in St.
Michael's Church

in Manhattan in 1950!

Her maiden name was Cobb.

Her mother's name was Niles.

Spelled N-I-L-E-S!

- You're lying.

- Look at me!

- You're lying.

- Look at me!

- You're lying!

- I am not!

You don't look so good.

- Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

- You haven't even written.

Remembered my birthday, or
Christmas, or anything!

You sent checks.

Who gives a damn about checks?

You don't give a shit about me.

You don't give a shit
about anybody!

(Preston groans)

- [Preston] Oh, why?

Tell me why.

- It wouldn't matter.

(tense music)

- Are you alright? - Mm-hm.

- You were crying.

- I'm okay.

Girls do that sometimes.
- They do.

- I have something to tell you.

- What?

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

(peaceful music)

- I love you, Father.

(melancholic music)

(lively funk music)