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♪ It's impossible ♪

♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ It's impossible ♪

♪ Ask a baby not to cry ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ Can I hold you ♪

♪ Closer to me ♪

♪ And not feel you ♪

♪ Going through me? ♪

♪ Split the second ♪

♪ That I never think of you ♪

♪ Oh, how impossible ♪

♪ Can the ocean ♪

♪ Keep from rushing to the shore? ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ If I had you ♪

♪ Could I ever want for more? ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ And tomorrow ♪

♪ Should you ask me for the world ♪

♪ Somehow I'd get it ♪

♪ I would sell my very soul ♪

♪ And not regret it ♪

♪ For to live without your love ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ Can the ocean ♪

♪ Keep from rushing to the shore? ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ If I had you ♪

♪ Could I ever want for more? ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Should you ask me for the world ♪

♪ Somehow I'd get it ♪

♪ I would sell my very soul ♪

♪ And not regret it ♪

♪ For to live without your love ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ Impossible ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Impossible. ♪

It looks pretty much
the same as last time.

See the lower-right lobe?

This tumor should be shrinking.

And the spot on the
spine, that's not great.

I hate the radiation.

Then why keep doing it, Bernard?

Babe, we have to make sure
that this metastasis is stopped.

I hate it, too, but it's what we've got.

- Isn't there anything else?
- Look, there's a guy in Philadelphia

doing high doses of interferon.

And even if you do try that,

at this point you can't
stop the radiation.

- Why not?
- Babe, if the tumors grow

in the spine, the radiation
is keeping that in check.

But unchecked, I can't let
you have that kind of pain.

It's stopping the pain?

Bill wants you to do some trial in Paris

that I haven't even heard of.

Peach pits or something.

Well, it's not up to him.

Everyone handles it differently.

He's used to running the world.

Nobody runs cancer.

I'll-I'll talk to him again.

But I can't bullshit you.

Babe...

I think...

How long do I have?

Take the call.

I said, "Think again, Kitty.

"Lana Turner got
everyone wearing turbans

back in the '40s.

Everything comes back
around again and again."

Well, there is another
reproduction on the horizon.

Truman has got it in his head to revive

the Black and White
Ball, and do a sequel.

Are you... ?

- You're kidding, right?
- He told me yesterday

between bites of shrimp
scampi at table two.

Truman, shut up. Are you nuts?

I will invite all my swans,

and it will be a kind of grand reunion,

a treatise on the power of friendship.

Maybe the Plaza, or maybe I fly everyone

to Buenos Aires or to Rio.

Truman, those days are over.

They're gone. Finito. Kaput.

I think you're wrong about
how much they miss me.

Oh, we all miss you.

Doesn't mean you're coming back, babe.

The guest list includes
Princess Margaret,

The Who, Richard Nixon, Totie Fields

and Fidel Castro, if you can believe it.

And, of course, us.

He's... he's a cockroach.

Y-You try to stamp him out, but
his legs just keep twitching.

I'm not going to let this happen.

Well, it'll blow up before
he even pulls it together,

so don't do anything.

He should just let Jack
export him to Switzerland.

Take the goddamn cure in
the Alps once and for all

and quietly never publish another word.

Look, I told him it was a bad idea.

C.Z., I know you still love him,

but it's not going to stand.

I'm from rancher stock in California.

We don't turn the other cheek.

I don't see what your upbringing
has to do with any of it.

Hello, ladies.

I think spring may have come early.

The sun is just dazzling today.

C.Z., how's your winter jasmine doing?

To hell with my winter jasmine, darling.

- How are you?
- Happy.

- Honestly.
- Well, I've got

just the cure for that.

C.Z. says that the imp
is throwing another ball.

Of course, none of us are going.

But the real trick is
to make sure nobody does.

Please, can we just
enjoy a meal together?

Life is literally short.

And I rather like balls.

I feel like I haven't danced in years,

so if I'm invited, maybe I'll go.

After everything we've done?

After everything you've done, Slim.

You've controlled this
circle, this situation

for far too long now.

You really think Truman
deserves your forgiveness?

You know, it's funny, with forgiveness,

you give it to someone,
but the real gift

goes to the person doing the forgiving.

Am I not allowed to give
that to myself before I die?

Alexander, were those, uh,

sautéed morels I just
spotted cruising by?

Let's do an order.

And, uh, another bottle
of the Coche-Dury.

And a pack of smokes.

I've been a ding-dong
and left mine at home.

Walter Cronkite,

Walter Matthau.

Am I missing any other Walters?

Disney?

Deceased, I'm afraid.

I'm doing the pot pies.

Barbara Walters!

How about putting the San
Diego Rooster on your list?

Enchanting, but no.

The only birds admitted will be swans.

That's called enabling.

- I read about it in a book.
- Yep.

How about you invite
that little starlet,

uh, Jodie...

- Ooh, Jodie Foster.
- What's her name? That's it.

- That's a good idea.
- Or Linda Lovelace from Deep Throat.

No, not Linda Lovelace

- from Deep Throat.
- No? All right, fuck it.

The president of France
"Gistard Gis-Giscrang... "

Giscard d'Estaing?

Yeah, that's it.

I said that. That's nice.

Giscard d'Estaing.

Can you believe I haven't had
a real drink in almost a week?

I can feel a clarity returning,
and I can see in color again.

- Hmm.
- And you have

a very cute pink ear.

Thanks.

How about we invite Catherine Cooterman?

Catherine Cooterman?
That's a great name.

- Mm-hmm.
- Who is she?

Someone you're dating?

Not dating, no.

You're fucking?

I don't know. Maybe.

Why would you say that to me?

Why?

Come on, Truman, I got to
have someone there I like.

All you famous people,
you never turn off.

Cathy is plain folk.

You love to see me hurt, don't you?

Jesus Christ, you're
fucking girls again?

You told me you only wanted me.

You swore fidelity.

That mattered to me.

- Deeply.
- Mm-hmm.

You know what, if you've
also invited Jack Dunphy

to give me the stink eye, cut him.

Well, he makes sure I'm still breathing.

And he sure doesn't drink
around me when I'm...

It's my fucking nature.

Huh? You think I'm just gonna fucking...

... fuck you, huh?

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

- Fucking you is like fucking a fish.
- You know what?

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Hit me, baby.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You know, after three
marriages and one Truman,

I've come to a conclusion.

Solitude is what I've
been looking for all along.

To be alone and content,
no greater luxury.

I could think of greater luxuries, Slim.

I'm having more fun, worrying less.

Mm. Having much better sex.

That's a good thing.

Hey, I heard you
retained Cravath, Swaine.

Who you going after?

I'm suing Truman for defamation.

Be careful, Slim. Truman's clever.

And the state that Babe is in,

I'm afraid that she
might let him back in.

He's her addiction, you know.

I can feel it stirring in her.

William, come here.

Now, listen.

I will handle this.

I will make it clear to
Babe what the agenda is here.

You just have to trust me.

That's an order.

And as for Truman,

have you ever known me
to lose a fight? Hmm?

I never have.

None of us are going
to that goddamn party.

He's finished.

Fierro. Fierro.

Chicken schnitzel, and
box it up to go, will you?

Thank you, David.

Thank you.

Truman. What are you doing here?

- Hey.
- Axed from the Lollipop Guild, too?

Slim.

Ooh, mustn't scrub too hard, big mama.

Lord knows you have such thin skin.

And you're positively transparent.

Isn't it fun to banter
with an old friend

who really knows how you tick?

Must be so dreadfully boring
being a woman alone at your age.

Not alone. Liberated.

I miss you, Slim.

If I'm truthful, I
miss Babe more, but...

Truthful?

How about this for truth?

I'm suing you for defamation.

And if you want more legal woes,

send Babe an invitation
to your sorry little party.

I dare you.

Slim, get real, dear.

You were all immortalized by me.

Admit you actually appreciate the...

Appreciate the what?

The philandering men?

The idle, shallow, pornographic women?

You told more lies
to hurt people than...

Who does that?

Never let the truth get
in the way of a good story.

- Oh.
- What are you living for

if not the spotlight,

if you ever left it for one second?

And I held that spotlight right on you

and illuminated every pore.

You think you can get
back in before she dies,

and all your sins will
be forgotten in tragedy,

washed away by shared grief,

and back you will be sitting pretty

in a cottage on Long Island?

I assure you,

this will not happen.

Babe loathes you, Truman.

You're not in the picture.

You're not in her life.

You're not in the will.

And none of that will ever change.

Because you are incapable of change.

Hey.

If you've come for a free dinner,

you're too late, I've closed my tab.

I'm not here for dinner.

Your neurologist from
Mount Sinai called...

... hoping that I could make you listen.

The CAT scan that you did?

Your brain is shrinking
from all the booze.

And before you reach
for the right bon mot,

ask yourself if that's
how you want to die.

Mentally impaired, with
your faculties gone.

I'm not drinking, Jack.

It's strictly orange juice.

Vitamin C's good for the complexion.

With just a little Stoli to get it down.

Yeah.

If you want to pull out
of this kamikaze dive...

... I can help.

Silver Hill has a room,
I've packed a bag for you,

there's a car waiting outside.

Or I'm done.

You can't expect me
to sit around watching

as your fucking brain turns into mush.

I won't do it.

I see.

And John O'Shea, he goes. He's out.

Okay?

Now.

Jealousy does not suit you, dear.

Do I look jealous to you?

What I am...

... is fucking angry.

I don't want this in my life anymore.

I-I'm not, I'm not accepting it, so...

... just, you choose.

I can...

try.

No.

It's-it's just not enough, no.

All right.

I'll do it.

And I'll get rid of John.

Now, Slim,

- I'm just not comfortable with this.
- But, Liz, all I'm asking you

to say is that Truman's
attempt to throw another ball

is shaping up to be the
social disaster of the year.

Don't tell me what to write.

- I'm not telling you what to write.
- Oh, my flowers are here.

- Hold on, just...
- No, no, don't put me on hold.

Fucking Liz Smith.

Now, where were we?

Yes. As I was saying,

it is the opinion of all of us invited.

Mm. I hear that C.Z. feels differently.

Well, yes, C.Z. feels differently.

She was not slandered,
so it's not the same.

Okay, Slim. I'll write it on Tuesday.

Thank you.

Oh, and, Liz, just the one item

so he knows how foolish you find it.

All right, you owe me.

What did Liz Smith say?

What were the invitations?

Well, sources say invitations to
his second party of the century

will be going out any moment.

The guest list includes
Mrs. Paley and...

Right, yes, got it.

Thank you.

Oh, I'd love some tea in
the bedroom, please, Martha.

Mm.

Oh, and if any sort
of invitation arrives,

- please, please bring it to me.
- Mm-hmm.

Not Mr. Paley.

Really, it's very important.

Hmm.

I would like to respond,

not Mr. Paley. Hmm.

Isn't the cafeteria just marvelous?

Better than La Cote.

They'll make you anything you ask for.

Maureen.

Ravishing as usual.

My nurse.

She was downright icy when I got here,

but I have warmed her right up.

What are the pills for?

They do something to your system

so that if you dare sneak
a drink or even a sip,

you instantly vomit.

It's some new, exciting science.

It's all so fascinating.

We have individual session and
we have group meetings, and...

So, it all started when...

The stories one hears. My God.

I always felt like I had 100 voices

competing in my head, and...

and I looked for a way to...

block them out,

but I'd always been so compulsive.

It's marvelous inspiration.

It's the stuff of a
really, truly great book.

That man over there in the
brown sweater? Don't look.

He's an obsessive.

He picks fuzz

off his socks and he
rolls it in little balls

and sticks it in his ear.

The doctors removed a
wad the size of a kiwi.

That's obscene.

He's also hung like a Pegasus.

C.Z., are you gonna finish that pie?

I don't think so.

Oh, give it to me.

We're going for a walk.

I'm learning how to meditate.

Let in the golden light.

There's something to it.

You know, Tru, when you get out
of here, you should come to L.A.

I have a guy who does the
most incredible Rolfing

and meditation and colonics.

I'm telling you, it was a godsend.

Yay! Colonics!

Hi.

I come bearing pie.

My hero.

Esme, these are my dear friends.

- This is Joanne.
- Hi.

- And this is C.Z.
- Nice to meet you.

And this is Esme and her
kingdom of art and crafts.

This is Alex, who loves to paint.

- And this is my station.
- Ooh.

Are these yours, Tru?

Uh, yes, all of this is mine.

They're so festive.

There's a combination of the formal

- and the less formal.
- Mm.

And the less formal is
really the result of mistakes.

I see that.

Mistakes which...

But that's... You can't
really make mistakes in art.

Wonderful mistakes.

You know, we could put together a show.

In Brentwood?

Maybe. Would you like that?

Malibu.

I would. We-We're not allowed

newspapers or magazines.

They don't want us
distracted by outside issues.

But, of course, Esme
gets me whatever I need.

For my projects, naturally.

I need to ask you a serious favor.

I told you, I'm not getting
the Roger Lucas Cartier ring.

It's too chunky for me. You can buy it.

That's not the favor, but, gee, thanks.

No, I need you to stop planting
those hideous little blind items

about Truman in the paper.

And Liz and Suzie.

About his party? It's not me.

You didn't speak to Liz Smith?

Or Rona Barrett?

Please, Slim. He's trying to get sober.

Give him a break.

I think I'll go to it, his party.

I'm trying to protect
you from spectacle,

from the insanity of a Truman rat-fuck.

Well, I appreciate that, Slim,

but you decide for
yourself, and so will I.

Oh.

Well, somebody's been
cleaning in my absence.

Yes, you'll also notice

I removed whatever
temptation I could find.

Um, I've stocked the refrigerator

with matzo ball soup, papayas,

and roast chicken from Paul's.

Thank you, sir.

Well, now that I'm sober again,

I suppose I should face the demon.

Oh, dear.

Well, this is a mess.

What am I to do?

You could come to Sagaponack
with me like we used to.

Both work during the day and
reconvene at night for dinner.

No, I need to stay here.

Were you really gonna
give up on me, Jack?

And why haven't you?

'Cause of whatever we are.

And what's that?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, "boyfriends" doesn't
seem quite right at our age.

You're my friend, you're my...

... good, great friend.

Maybe something...

more like a brother.

I don't know.

What?

You are just the most important person

in the world to me, Truman.

A-And I need for you to remain intact.

Intact, eh?

Well, this is impossible.

I don't know the proper etiquette.

What's the... appropriate gift

for someone who's given
you the whole world back?

If you just...

Listen.

Finish the book, and
let's be done with it.

Sorry I'm late.

- I, uh... mwah.
- Mm.

I had a thing.

Oh, God, save us from all the things.

In-fucking-deed.

I ordered us a very serious
bottle of chardonnay.

Order another. You might need it.

I might?

Is something wrong?

I sense your customarily hidden temper

is just under the surface today.

Oh, well, your powers of
observation are intact,

if not your judgment.

- Julian.
- Mrs. Radziwill,

- may I pour some wine?
- Oh.

- May I taste it first, Julian?
- Absolutely.

Lady Keith and I seem
to have divergent tastes,

- so I've noticed.
- Oh, boy.

Mmm. Hmm.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

I'm asking you very politely
to stop attacking Truman.

Why are you leaping to his defense, too?

Does everyone have amnesia?

Slim, this is going to be
a brief part of our lunch

and we won't discuss it again.

Okay.

Let me say this very clearly.

You don't need to avenge everyone.

It's beneath you.

Truman is a sick,
desperately unhappy man

destroying himself without
any, any help from you.

I'm just so angry.

What he did to Babe.

- To Babe.
- Well...

... at least he isn't
fucking Babe's husband.

It's over. No more Bill.

No more compensating for your guilt

by squashing Truman,
do you understand me?

I just...

Yes.

But...

Bill?

It's mostly... I don't know.

Grief?

And it's more of a
friendship than an affair.

Please don't look at me like that.

Nobody's looking at you, I'm
talking to you as a friend.

Christ.

- Who knows about Bill and me?
- No one.

No one who doesn't love you.

God, Lee.

I'm so tired of being strong.

- Mm.
- You get no credit for it at all.

Everyone just expects it.

This is lonely work.

Whatever it is I'm doing here.

Oh, we love you, Slim. You're right.

You are the center of all of
us. We can't do this without you.

There are so few of
us who can share this.

So don't turn yourself into
some 19th century villain.

Oh. Okay.

Thank you.

- Mm.
- Okay.

The thing with Bill and me is done.

Trust me, it's done.

We both know that.

And you want me to lay off Truman?

Yes.

What if Esquire was
just the first slice,

and he keeps going,
chapter after chapter,

turning all of us into...

What will you do, Lee?

What will you do when he gets
to the Lee Radziwill chapter?

I ask you because it hurts, okay?

Christ. Where's the waiter?

I need more wine.

Julian. Thank you, dear.

Oh. I didn't hear you come in.

Well, the board meeting went long.

How was it?

Third place in the ratings.

60 Minutes, MASH, and All in the Family,

- and we're third.
- Hmm.

We haven't been in
third place in decades.

ABC is trouncing... Eh, forget it.

Doesn't matter.

How are you?

Good day.

The Cézanne looks good there.

I didn't think it would work.

You didn't like it on the island?

Well, I know you like it,
so I had it brought in.

- Oh.
- We're here more now.

♪ It's impossible ♪

♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪

♪ It's just impossible... ♪

What's this?

This is your favorite song.

Come on, let's dance.

We haven't done this
for a while. Come on.

♪ Ask a baby not to cry ♪

♪ It's just impossible... ♪

♪ Can I hold you ♪

♪ Closer to me ♪

♪ And not feel you ♪

♪ Going through me? ♪

♪ Split the second ♪

♪ That I never think of you ♪

♪ Oh, how impossible... ♪

This is good practice.

For?

You're taking me to Truman's ball.

Oh, Babe, we can't, no.

We can and we will.

I'm too tired to be angry anymore.

♪ Should you ask me for the world... ♪

I'm close to the end not to forgive.

Oh, stop, stop.

♪ Sell my very soul
and not regret it... ♪

Listen, Paley.

Another thing, since
forgiveness is on my mind.

I don't want you to be
alone after I'm gone.

Slim is good.

She's smart, witty,

reliable, solid, and she gets you.

She won't let you push her around.

♪ If I had you... ♪

Does that mean you forgive me, too?

♪ Could I ever want for more? ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ And tomorrow ♪

♪ Should you ask me for the world ♪

♪ Somehow I'd get it ♪

♪ I would sell my very soul ♪

♪ And not regret it ♪

♪ For to live without your love ♪

♪ It's just impossible ♪

♪ Impossible ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Impossible. ♪

Tru?

I got the samples for your invitations.

Who knew how many different
kinds of paper stock there were

at the stationery store?

God.

Cruisier than the Christopher
Street Pier after midnight.

There's a boy working there

who looked like one of those, um,

Sound of Music kids, you
know, kind of bookish,

doe-eyed Aryan.

I wanted to take him
to Switzerland with us.

Anyway, I went to Bombay
Palace, got us some stuff.

That lamb vindaloo that you...

Is there enough for three?

You know, what's f-funny is
how little it means anymore.

Jack.

- I don't even feel it.
- No, Jack.

Oh, my God, it's just a
little roll in the hay.

Come back, Jack.

No!

Oh, or don't.

It's no bother.

I can't tell you how
she knew, but she knew.

Did you do some Freudian thing?

Give it away?

Did she say she knew outright?

Do any of you ever
say anything outright?

She's my wife. I know
her better than anyone.

She knew.

Is she livid?

No, no, she's not.

That is the point.

She's happy for us.

Listen, Slim, this has to end.

Of course this has to end.

You thought I would
sleep with you after this?

I'm sorry, I...

Yes, y-you're right. You're...

I-I-I just don't know
how I'll face seeing her.

I don't know how I'll
face not seeing her.

I mean, what's the guest list, Tru?

The city isn't as
glamorous as it once was.

It's always the same hundred people.

Invite some Brits. They're fun.

I can't decide, should I invite Ed Koch?

- Ed Koch?
- That closeted little shit?

What is it, a bar mitzvah? No.

- Mm.
- Where's Jack?

I don't think Jack is coming.

He fucked off to Switzerland.

I mean, part of me feels
I was literally goaded

into having this party, so
I can't even finish the list.

Well, you goaded yourself, as usual.

C.Z., I got to call you back.

I ordered some sesame noodles

and all the fortune cookies in New York.

Bye, darlingisima.

Coming!

Kerry O'Shea, what a surprise.

Keep the change, please.

But your father isn't here.

- I...
- I'm not here to see him, Truman.

I'm here for you.

Sure he's off drunk somewhere.

Said he's going to
Carlsbad, wherever that is.

Oh, it's near San Diego.

Hot mineral baths.

Silent movie stars used
to go there to dry out.

Can I take your coat? You want tea?

Um, no, I'm...

Sesame noodles and those
crab-cream cheese monstrosities,

or some nice fortune cookies?

- I love them.
- No, thanks.

Hmm.

It's, it's nice to see you.

And I always love seeing you,
but as far as your father goes,

I don't have anything
to do with him anymore,

so please don't ask me to
take him back or to help him.

I don't want him either.

Well, I know you think
I split up your family

and that he left you all for me.

I'm glad you took him.

You've seen how he gets.

Well, we had years of that.

One day funny and sweet, and then

suddenly a shark is in the room.

I need you to help me.

Well, do you want to take a seat?

I need someone to learn from.

To come to.

I read Other Voices, the
copy you gave me, and...

I want to write like that

and live in the world you do.

Stuck with a mom who drinks now, too.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kerry.

I'm not meant to be in
this stupid little town

in the middle of Long Island, Truman.

And he doesn't give us any money.

I need a job.

You know so many
smart, important people.

Find me a job with one of them.

I'm still in school, but
I-I need the money for us.

Well, we can take care of
the money part right now.

And you know, Kerry,
school isn't everything.

Smart people, and you're one
of them, don't need school.

I never even graduated.

And you're utterly beautiful.

I know beauty.

You could model.

One call from me to Wilhelmina...

you'll start booking instantly.

And you can learn from
me the writing thing.

So, when you model in the
city, you can stay here.

But if you want to write...

... you have to have...

Start taking notes.

- About... ?
- All of it.

The people you talk to, what you think,

what you see and hear.

The hidden sounds
underneath all the talk

humans never stop doing.

Talk.

Where all the secrets live.

I think I'm getting somewhere new.

Once I accepted that,
despite all the treatments,

it's almost over.

But now I have all this work to do,

to connect to...

what I've disconnected with.

Something happened

when John's daughter came
to me asking for help.

I had made her life harder.

And suddenly...

I got her a modeling agent
right away, and she's got jobs.

They had to change her
name to Kate from Kerry

'cause there was another Kerry
Harrington on their books.

She's a delight, I...

I sort of thrill when she comes over.

It's a battle, you know,

if you're your own work of art.

You can't crumble at
the end, you have to...

go on, the show must go on.

I do the makeup, the hair, the jewels,

but inside...

... inside, I'm laughing.

You know,

I used to keep this book of
everything I could do better.

I threw that away.

I don't know if there's hope for me.

The only hope I have is finishing

this cocksucker of a book,

and that's a very hard redemption.

I am being punished.

I am being punished for
stealing fire from Zeus

to give to mankind.

Chained to a rock,

every day an eagle comes
to eat part of my liver.

The eagle's called vodka in my case.

And it grows back at
night and on it goes.

And this is my eternity.

No, it was funny,

because what he really
meant was, "You're bad."

Wait.

I have dreams...

of a lunch between us.

We meet in Paris.

There's nobody around, it's snowing.

And it goes on into the night.

And we, we walk.

His funny little walk.

You'd look good in one of those.

Maybe I'll wear one for your big party.

Oh, I canceled that.

I was waiting for the invitation.

I pictured it.

The paper, the font, the edging,

how you were gonna get
it right without me.

Well, I would.

Just as well.

You never want to repeat yourself,

never go backwards.

And that,

that was a very special
night we all had.

Wasn't it?

And no, never backwards.

How are you doing?

Well, I-I seem to have inherited

a sort of very precocious
daughter from John O'Shea.

The only good thing to come of him.

I'm taking her to meet Dick Avedon.

I hope you're working.

I'm trying.

It's the most important
part, the trying,

'cause who ever really
succeeds in the end?

I should go. Bill's waiting for me.

Are you okay?

I'm trying.

Take care of that little girl.

She looks like someone who needs you.

Or vice versa.

You should buy that dress anyway.

So what if there's no party?

Who needs parties anyway?

He was the love of my life.

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