Original subtitles

(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)