All language subtitles for The.Favourite.Game.2003.(Drama-Erotica).720p.x264-Classics

I'm in a new place. There's
actually a kind of absolute purity,

without scars or traces,
where life begins to unfold.

If such a place exists, for me
it is the park of my childhood.

In the park at noon, I saw her
and wrote this down:

"She stood in my mind,

the colour of her skin was startling,
nipples the colour of bare lips.

She was made of flesh
and eyelashes."

O.K., give
me a cigarette. Oh...

O.K.

You know that if anybody
was to walk by there,

they'd see a naked woman being
caressed by a naked man.

Then they would all need binoculars.
Yeah?

Yeah.

Would they become aroused?
Why not? I know I am.

God...

I couldn't even hypnotize you
last night.

My lips were too sore
from kissing.

Ah... Mine too.

You know, even with the window
open, this room stinks of the bed!

That's because we haven't
been outside in 5 days.

Has it been that long?
At least.

Are you cold?
Not like this.

Are you hungry?
Not for another anchovy!

Anchovies are all we've got.
We shouldn't have bought

such expensive stuff. It doesn't
quite go with the furnishings.

I could stay like
this forever.

She used the word "forever", but
I wanted nothing but the here and now,

with no assurances but its own
vivid intensity.

Hey...

Don't freak out on me, O.K.?

A kiss?
Yeah.

For her, a kiss on
the shoulder was reassurance.

For me, a kiss on naked flesh
could only be a question.

From forever
to the here and now.

I would use the old man
to bring her back.

What's he doing?
He's playing with a cat.

Oh!
Hey!

Hey you!

Hey!
Ah...

Ah... anchovies.

Maybe we shouldn't have scared
him off like that.

That guy was probably starving.

Ah, Leo, he was going
to eat that thing?

That's disgusting.

It's all relative.

You know, we haven't had much
sleep in the last couple of days.

Why don't you try and get some?

O.K. Just give me a kiss.

Go to sleep.

All right, I got one for you.

Why are brown bags full
of white bread so ugly?

I'm glad you asked, Krantz.

It's a kind of frailty
for the human body.

If a junkie walked around with
his syringe hanging out of his mouth,

you'd feel the same disgust.

It's like a visible bowel.

Good Breavman, I thought
you'd know the answer.

Oh, my!

Tamara!

Do you remember her?
She went to school with us.

That's Tamara?
Oh yeah!

See, you don't recognize her
because she was really fat back then.

You know, if I were at school with her
right now I'd be hypnotizing her?

Oh, don't tell me you've lost
your magical powers!

You know why I want her?

I cannot imagine.
Hey...

you're wrong Krantz. It's because
she lives 1 street away from me.

Wait a second, I thought
you said you didn't know her?

I don't, but she's mine...

the same way this park is mine,
and this bench is mine.

Very soon, I'll be in a room
with her, me and her alone,

surrounded by a room.

Hm... Good luck my friend.

I cannot follow you
my love

You cannot follow me

I am the distance you put between
All of the moments that we will be

You know who I am
You've stared at the sun

Well I am the one who loves
Changing from nothing to one

Sometimes I need you naked

Sometimes I need you wild

I need you to carry
my children in and

I need you to kill a child

You know who I am

You've stared at the sun

Well I am the one who loves
Changing from nothing to one

When I look back at my childhood,
I try to rememberthe secrets.

How did it feel to know things
I didn't have the words to say?

And the greatest enigma...the girls who
grew up to become the women I loved,

how was it we were so connected,
a complicity of pleasure,

and now it all grows
into words?

What are you doing?

Hey, Leo!
What?

What the hell are you doing?
Excavation.

Autobiographical archaeology,
my friend,

a thread through the maze of life
so I can retrace my steps.

Yeah, as if you know
where you're going.

New York.

You're going to New York?
No, we're going to New York.

Ha, ha, ha!
What are you, high?

I get lost enough with you here
in Montreal, thank you very much,

but you go ahead. You go on
your journey of self-discovery.

What's so interesting?

He reminds me
of myself as a kid, Krantz.

That's an omen
for self-discovery.

No, I know him. He's in my mom's
summer camp. He's a special kid.

Really?
Yeah.

Do you like flowers, sir?
I love flowers!

I'm Leo.

I'm Martin and I like
to count petals.

Oh, yeah? Ha, ha, ha...

Martin, home now!
Hi!

Krantz, how are you?
Good.

Enjoying the sunshine?
That I am.

Regards to your mother, and tell her
I'll be calling about the camp.

O.K.
Come on! Uh...

Bye!
Bye!

So long, Martin!

So I guess this is it?
You're leaving for New York?

It's not forever.
Yeah, well, you want it to be over.

I never said that.

What if I went to New York then,
with you?

Listen, I need to do this by
myself, so I can be free of things.

Well, then I can go
to New York by myself

to feel free of things
just like you.

You couldn't stop me
from doing that, could you?

O.K. let's play a game.
O.K.

We accidentally meet in New York,
then it's fate; if we don't, then...

God! A trip like that could give me
plenty of time to really hate you.

Leo the bastard.
Yeah.

Hm...

And I love you.

And the city drew me back,
as it always did, into my past.

Hello?
Krantz, I think I just saw Lisa!

Stop shouting! Where are you?
Oh, I'm off at Atwater,

but it's about Lisa,
I think I see Lisa!

Lisa?
Yeah.

I'm looking at her right now.
How does she look?

Krantz, a blond open face
with no family lines,

so you could make anything
you want of it.

Well, go get her!
That's what I'm doing.

Lisa!

Mr. Breavman, wow!
What are you doing here?

Ah, well I'm moving back
with my husband.

What about you?

I'm still here
but I'm going to New York.

So what are you up to? Studying?
No. I'm just searching.

Hey, do you want to go
for a drink?

Oh, I can't. I'm bringing
some stuff to my uncle's

and then I'm meeting Carl, and...
oh, I'm already 1/2hr. late as it is.

How about tomorrow?

Ah, geez Leo,
I'd love to but...

I'm back to Vancouver tomorrow, but I'm
sure we'll see each other again soon.

Yeah, inevitably.

And Lisa the woman led
me back to Lisa the child.

Dear Mrs. Kaplan,

I have to inform you that your illness
is bigger than at first thought.

We have no choice but to do
the operation.

Are you sure you can't do anything
else? I don't like operations.

Surgeon Breavman,
one of the top in our country,

will be performing
the operation.

Dr. Breavman, will it hurt?
You don't have to worry Mrs. Kaplan.

You'll fall asleep.
It will be like a dream.

You won't feel anything.

The surgeon will now give you
an injection.

Just on the bottom.
Please turn over and undress.

The rule was only
on the bottom.

That was last time!
Ugh!

What's the matter
with him?

O.K., I'm getting dressed.

She's perfect, isn't she?

What's so perfect about her?
Everything! Didn't you see?

And now we played
the end game.

Winners and losers laying down
their hands for the last time.

Tamara I enable you
to ask the right questions.

What are you writing?

It's for you.

Well I'm right here, Leo.
You can read it to me.

So my body leaves no scar
on you, nor ever will.

It's a poem.

Oh, is it?
Yeah.

Looks more like a kiss-off
to me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go out
for some air.

You know Leo, for such a tough stud
you turn and you run pretty easily.

I wrote that for you Tamara.
It's...

That's how I feel, and you're
not interested?

These are just words Leo; they're
not feelings. This is not real, it's...

I'm real.
I love you, and that's real.

You're just living inside
your head.

You can't... You cannot pretend that
this didn't happen between us.

Mara, I never intended to be
the one to hurt you.

Thank you. That's really sweet
of you, Leo. Thank you so much.

Just get out. Go.

God, what are you waiting for?

This room is disgusting enough
without you in it.

She was something
distant.

Nothing to do with me.

Some girl in a far-off tragedy.

So the image of Tamara was overwhelmed
by the enigma of my childhood,

and again the mystery of the connection
with the women I embraced.

As the mist leaves
no scar

On a dark green hill

So my body leaves no scar

On you and never will

Through windows in the dark

The children come

The children go

Like arrows with no targets

Like shackles made of snow

True love leaves no traces

If you and I are one

It's lost in our embraces

Like stars against the sun

I was in New York
to find myself,

but I met Shell instead.

When I first saw her,

I envisioned everything as the
words filled me in that moment.

...remember that dream
I told you about

when we were at the restaurant
the other day?

Yes, I do. Well, if I were
you, I'd--

Excuse me.
Yes?

I just wanted to say I think
you're beautiful.

The promise, the conspiracy of
desire in all its incarnations of sweat,

taste and breath.

As a falling leaf
may rest

A moment on the air

So your hair upon my breast

So my hand upon your hair

And many nights endure

Without a moon

Without a star

So will we endure when one
is gone and far

True love leaves no traces

If you and I are one

It starts in our embraces

like stars against the sun

I was overwhelmed,
my body some hollowed-out place,

an imprint open
and waiting for Shell...

and I felt my whole being
folded into this moment,

as if a single,
intense flare of desire

could illuminate
all the mysteries of my life.

And there she was,

the incarnation of taste,
sweat and breath.

Thank you.

Some women, like Shell,

reinvent their beauty
in every moment,

changing even
the air around them.

Come with me.

What's your name?

Leo.
I'm Shell.

That's beautiful.

All light
converges here.

Rules of illumination dissolve.

Shell inhabits her world
with absolute grace.

Streets like these have
layers of secrets.

It's always been
just a street to me,

but it's neat certainly,
deserted at night like this.

I've got to get up there.

What are you doing!
I've got to go! Whoo!

Where are you going?
There's something up here.

A lovely woman
on a deserted street.

There it is!
Get down.

You're scaring me.
You'll get vertigo.

Not a chance.

I always wanted to do this.
Then you should.

I can't do this.
Why?

Well, there's things in life
you just can't do.

Just do it. Go.

O.K.

All the way to the top.

Oh, vertigo! Nope!
Well...

That's pretty good.
I didn't do anything.

Yes you did.
I didn't even go...

But you did it,
and that's something.

I have to go.
No. No way, we have all night.

Let's wander the city and lose
ourselves till daylight.

We can walk through the Village,
watch the late-night bar stragglers,

down to cab drivers arguing
on Canal St. and then,

finish the night off by drinking
fragrant tea in Chinatown.

Sounds good,
but I have to work.

So do the Chinese
in Chinatown.

Ha, ha...

I really should go.

I'll walk you.
But I live on 27th and 5th.

And that's at least...
50 blocks?

Uh-huh.

O.K. We'll catch a cab,
and I'll drop you off at home.

I'm married, Leo.

No. No, I don't think you are.

I won't ask you up.
That's O.K.

We'll run into each other
in the next few days.

Oh, I don't think so.
I have to go to Montreal for work.

There's the sign.

A sign?
Montreal.

That's my home town,
and we have time.

Thanks for saying that.

I loved the walk.

So, you didn't come all the way from
New York just to take me on a car ride.

What's up?

I'm following a plan.
C'mon, you know I'm always moving on.

Yeah, it looks like
you're getting interested

in the old industrial
neighbourhoods also.

Hell, why not? C'mon, whole lives
have been spent here Krantz.

Doesn't it blow your mind
to zap past buildings

that have been here
for 100 years?

God bless modern engineering!
I mean, the arrogance of tearing past

mountains that took millenniums
to wear down,

or fields that took
generations to clear.

What the hell are you talking about?
That was then; this is now.

Suppose that we could spend the rest
of our lives exactly as we are now,

while alternatively getting laid
by beautiful women under tropical skies

but without the fuck-ups
that could bring?

Which would you choose, huh?
Two more years of speed and music,

women just a mental blur
like the trailing moon,

or 50 more years
of discovery and loss?

Why do you ask questions that
you already know the answers to?

Then let it stay as it is now.
No one waits for us. No one misses us.

Let the moon hang fixed in the
sky, let the trees never bloom,

and let the monks chanting their 4 a.m.
prayers stay on their knees forever.

Leo, I'm uh...

I'm going to England to study.

Mom offered me a job at the camp
to help pay for it, so...

I guess this means we're not
going to play anymore, eh?

I knew something like this
would happen eventually.

Yeah.

Man, I'm sorry.

We had to try to stop figuring each
other out sooner or later, right?

Yeah, I wanted to.

Leo...

When you come to my territory,
I should be your guide.

Well, you're not a man
to miss his chance.

Hum, not chance. Fate?

What is fate?
No explanation.

You're quite something,
you know that?

Do you want to come in
for a minute?

O.K.
O.K.

Welcome to my world.
Hum, what a coincidence.

No, not a coincidence.

Like I said, only fate.

Or maybe just fatal...
you hardly know me.

Yeah.

Yeah, but I feel like I do.

I'm a little strange,
but not crazy.

There was this woman
on the plane.

She was all excited
about meeting her lover,

and not at all concerned
that she was cheating.

She was married?
Yeah.

Like you?
No. Not like me.

But you said back in...
I don't want to talk about it now.

I had a feeling
it would happen like this.

Isn't it amazing when
imagination and reality connect?

A rare thing.

It's a pity.

The loveliness she composed
seemed to rebel and escape her,

incandescent with
her flesh and desire.

You know you can't stay.
O.K.

I want to see you again.

There's something I need to do
to free myself.

I understand.

Thank you.

This time I was hooked.
I had to follow her back to New York.

"When you call me close to tell me
your body is not beautiful,

I want my body and hands to be pools
for your looking and laughing."

Oh, it's beautiful.
Good. That's what I wanted.

It's for you.
No, that's not for me.

Yes it is, I wrote it for you.

No. Poetry is for everybody.
It's meant to be read.

Sweet, industrious poet...

I never thought of poetry
as an industry.

It's just something
you grab as it flies by.

Oh, I know people
we can show this to, Leo!

They're friends of ours!

Well, they're friends
of my husband and I.

Actually, they're just my
friends, not my husband's.

What's the matter?

I told him I wanted
to divorce him.

Well you had to tell
him sometime.

No, you don't understand. I didn't
have to tell him everything...

not everything!

I told him how good it is with you;
I didn't have to tell him that.

I just wanted to hurt
him so badly.

Do you still love him?

Love him?

I hate him.

Good. Now you're
completely mine.

One day you might hate me.
Never.

Leo, if it ever stops working for either
of us, we mustn't lie about it, O.K.?

I'd hope to have the courage
to cut the cord.

And so we left everything behind
us...the city streets, the noise,

all attachments but ourselves.

I began to understand that there were 2
one daring and sure of herself;

the other insecure, fearful.

She had a job as a graphic
designer and loved literature.

She had never dared write
anything on her own.

A big, white wedding at 19
to some intellectual journalist

was a way to escape
an over-sheltered childhood.

The journalist almost never touched
her, and after 5 years of that,

she really needed out.

From now on,
she was the medium for everything,

catalyst for
my deepest feelings.

Is it possible for all this
to stay forever?

I mean, if we came back,

would we see and hear
everything in the exact same way?

Well that depends
on your perspective.

It depends on you, Leo.

No, there are other
things too.

But it can also stay like this
if we want it to, it's possible.

Possible... Possible. That's a word
always open to changes.

Ha, ha... The more I discover,
the more I like you.

I'm touched.

I was living in denial
being with someone,

sharing nothing,
expressing nothing.

In fact, I was completely alone,
the sameness to everything.

I thought life was like that
when you got old,

but with you life is
a roller coaster.

Don't you love that rush?

And still be able to have moments
of just complete stillness.

You know there's a word for this,
but we won't say it. It's our secret.

When she was a kid, Shell's ears
were pierced with tiny gold earrings,

and now she has a tiny scar
on each ear.

On my right temple, I have a scar where
Krantz whacked me with a shovel.

A difference of opinion over
the construction of a snowman.

Krantz wanted to use Oreo cookies
for the eyes, and I was and still am

against the use of foreign objects
in the decoration of snowmen.

Children show scars
like medals.

Lovers use them for secret
revelations.

A scar is what happens
when a word is made flesh.

A scar is like a gateway to our
pasts, a trace that asks:

What happened here?

What is this an imprint of?

And so it was I crossed
another threshold with Shell,

one that led to my childhood.

What are you doing?
Come here.

Let's just look at ourselves.

We don't need to see ourselves;
we need to feel ourselves.

My mother had this obsession
with mirrors when I was a kid.

She imagined her whole body as a scar
grown over some earlier perfection.

She'd spend hours hunting down
wrinkles.

This is not my face,
not my real face.

Where's your real face, Mother?
Leo, look at me.

Do I really look like this?
Where is it? Where's your real face?

I don't know.
In Russia, when I was a girl.

What did my real mother
look like, I wondered.

She was always busy, my mother.

Always in flight, always alone trying
to figure out who she really was. Ah...

Do you think your mother felt
yourfather loved her?

Who knows? My father was just
someone to hang out with,

without ever really
meeting anybody.

Are you ticklish?
No.

Yes you are! You are ticklish!
No! Ha, ha, ha!

Not quite true.

Sure, my father was absent
even when he was around,

a sick man
with nowhere to rest.

Come Nelly,
bring the vegetables.

But then...
Come Leo, sit at the table.

...when I was 10, one of my
cousins from Pittsburgh came

to prep school in Montreal and stayed
with us. She was my goddess.

A nice piece of white meat, no skin.
Exactly what the doctor ordered.

Nelly, you serve Mr. Breavman his
cauliflower and his potatoes.

Thank you.
Everyone enjoy the meal.

How lucky can you get

How lucky that we met
when it came true

That means you too, Leo.

I'm talking to you, Leo.

Your father is talking to you,
Leo Breavman.

Lost again in that
stupid head of his!

Stand up!

Ha, ha, ha!
I'm not kidding.

So are you still dreaming
of being a hypnotist?

I am a hypnotist.
I can make things happen.

Ha, ha, ha! You have a colourful
imagination. I will grant you that.

Careful, I might hypnotize you.
It's too late.

Yeah?
Yes.

Hey. How many guys know about
these tiny scars?

Not as many as you think.
No, no, I'm not talking about

the 2 or 200 that kissed you there.
I'm talking about in your fantasies.

How many tongues have caressed
you in their possible ways?

Are you trying to ruin this
somehow?

Let's get back to your game.
What was your favourite game?

And there it was...
the question.

All this just a cover
for a deeper truth.

Yeah, that's why
I want to hear it all.

Hum...

And because she had
asked me the question,

the thing I needed to know
but didn't,

I told her another story
instead.

Like this is going to work?
You're going to try to convince me

I actually like going to my
stupid private school?

When I think of all those cute
public school boys?

Is that all you think about?
No, silly.

So think about this.

Your eyelids are as heavy
as lead.

Breathe slowly and regularly.

You're falling backwards.

Your body is falling backwards,

getting smaller and smaller.

You can hear nothing
but my voice.

You are asleep.

Are you asleep?
Yes.

You feel nothing, absolutely
nothing. Do you understand?

Yes.

You're hot.
You've never been so hot.

Your sweater weighs a ton.

You're sweating like a pig.

It's morning. You have to get up now.
Nothing happened.

You will remember nothing.

Maybe Nelly was never really
hypnotized,

but that day, I felt
like I really became a man.

Hey, why?

It's just strange, like...that night

I remember I was reading the animal/
plant books that my father gave me.

I sneaked into my parents' room.
They were sleeping in separate beds.

There was a moon, and they were
both facing the ceiling,

lying in the same position,

but I knew if I shouted only
one of them would wake up.

It didn't work?
No.

I got an idea.

Watch this.

You're going to be impressed.

Hey, what does it matter where
the bed is, as long as it's a bed?

Well O.K., then I'll move
it myself.

Ah... don't be silly, Shell.

We're going to be out of here
first thing in the morning.

Yes, but we'll see the trees
when we wake up.

I don't want to see the trees
when I wake up.

I want to see
the peeling wallpaper,

like everybody who slept here before.
They didn't need to move the bed.

Precisely.
Uh!

Hm, c'mon. Ha, ha, ha!

C'mon, over there.

Wait! I have to make the bed.

The bed is already made.

Switch things around,
or we won't see anything.

Are you doing this deliberately?
Leo, this is our room for tonight.

Give me 5 min. O.K.?

C'mon!

There we go.

Look at that sink,
all those cracks in it.

We could pry up a couple of floor
boards and hide it under the carpet.

Uh-huh, if you help me.

Come.

Should I turn off the light?
Yes.

Now the room looks the same
for the both of us.

I know you would have liked
it dirtier,

maybe even some roaches
in the sink.

You never get to see them
if you leave the lights on.

But when it's off you can't
see them anyway.

But it's the time between
that counts.

You come home late at night
and you turn on the kitchen light

and the sink is
swarming black,

but they disappear in seconds,

and they leave the porcelain

whiter than you could imagine.

I know you think I can't
possibly know what you mean,

but I do.

You want to live in a world where
the light has just been switched on

everything vivid and intense,

leaping from black to brightness

...everything is just there.

That's O.K. Leo, but you can't
live like that all the time.

I know you hate me for
having changed the room

because that means
I compromised,

and everything is not
just there anymore,

and you think that
had you been alone,

you wouldn't have lost
that vividness.

Do you want to be alone Leo?

It was as if Shell had held up
a mirror for me to see

that this was not me,
Leo, asking the questions.

It was Leo the child who needed
to know the favourite game.

My darling Shell, there is
someone lost in me.

I will find him for you.

I'm going to take us to the top
of the mountain.

But it's nearly dark.

Closer to moon rays.
You're not hungry?

No. Are you?
Yeah, I'm starving.

I told you a while back.
Well grab an apple from the back.

No, Leo, please...
no more games.

We've been driving 4 hours
non-stop.

Yeah, and we've had
a lot of fun, Shell. C'mon!

You were fine a few hours ago.
I know, but now I need a break.

Well then, close your eyes and
relax. I'm taking us somewhere.

Let's come back tomorrow?
Shell, c'mon!

These are new horizons,
a wild mountain at night!

Yes, and we need to get some
gas before everything closes up.

You want a dangerous thrill.

You know, Leo, I think
you're trying to change me.

You like me, but you object
to my upbringing,

and now you're pushing
the envelope to see how I'll react.

No. I just want it to be
different...for the both of us.

Like being trapped in a car,
all alone in the woods?

That's original, Leo, but really
it doesn't change anything.

We're still the same people.
But it's a different experience, Shell.

No, Leo.
Been there. Done that.

I was trapped in the woods for 36 hours
with a friend of my father's

and we got caught
in a big storm,

and we made love in a downpour,
and it was wonderful,

and I never talked
about it till now.

See, you did it again.
You won.

What does that mean?
You got something

secret out of me.

What is it?

Nothing...

I love you.

I knew if I didn't leave soon,
I never would,

and something would be lost
forever.

Morning.
Hi.

Boy, you haven't slept at all,
have you?

No.

Come here.

Tell me.

I think I should go
to Montreal for a while.

You're leaving?
I'll be back.

I phoned Krantz, and he offered
me this job working with some kids.

A job with kids?
Yeah, summer camp.

And then back to New York?

Yeah, of course.

Of course.

And who by fire

Who by water

Who in the sunshine
Who in the night time

Who by high ordeal

Who by common trial

Who in your merry
merry month of May

Who by very slow decay

And who shall I say
is calling

Who in her lonely slip
Who by barbiturate

Who in these realms of love
Who by something blunt

Who by avalanche
Who by powder

Who for his greed
Who for his hunger

And who shall I say is calling

And who by brave assent

Who by accident

Who in solitude

Who in this mirror

Who by his latest command

who by his own hand

Who in mortal chains
Who in power

And who shall I say
is calling

All right guys, I just wanted
to make sure that you were aware

of the schedules that I put in
those little booklets of yours.

Now, this is really important,
all right, because the parents

have copies of these schedules
as well. So please...

I can't emphasize this enough...
but just follow them carefully, O.K.?

Now, uh, we're each going to have 8 kids
at all times. This is your group.

You're responsible for their
participation in outdoor activities,

and also, it's not such an easy task,
but getting them up in the morning,

getting them ready. Any questions so
far? All right, well good luck.

You guys start moving that stuff inside.
I'm going to take care of this guy.

Oh, Krantz!

Uh... geez! Hey!

You're late, man.
It was a long ride, Krantz.

Yeah, I don't care.
What can I do?

Start by helping us move
that stuff inside.

Whew... O.K.

Hey! Hey! Remember me?

I'm Martin Stark. Capital S, small t,
small a, small r, small k. No e.

Sometimes I spell it with an e

and then I have to tear up the page
and begin again.

I remember you, Martin.

I'm Leo Breavman. Capital B,
small r, small e, small--

Small a, small v, small m,
small a, small n.

Nice! I am going to be...

your counsellor for the summer.
What do you think of that?

Uh... What's your favourite store?
What's yours?

Holt Renfrew.
What's your favourite parking lot?

I don't know. What's yours?
Holt Renfrew.

How many windows are in the
Holt Renfrew building?

Well Martin, I don't know.
How many?

In all the walls?
Yes, of course in all the walls.

What's the point in knowing the windows
in just 1 wall, or just 3 walls?

122.
Hey Martin, hey...

Do you like the countryside?

Only after I investigate it.
Let's go and investigate it. C'mon!

All right, let's go!
My group follow me!

Krantz,
I brought a bottle of cognac.

Are you crazy? Have
some respect for the people sleeping.

C'mon, Krantz!
Breavman, go to sleep.

Hey, where'd you come from?

Hey, Breavman, you're supposed
to integrate the kid into the group.

Come here, Martin.
Good morning to you too, Krantz.

Martin was that rare
creature, a blissful mad child.

His rituals resonated with my
past games and secret powers.

246...
O.K., times...

759!
Go!

You can do it!
You're really smart!

You're really good Martin.
We know you can do it, Martin!

You can do it! Go, go!
186,714.

He's right!

Ya! Ya!
That's great, Martin.

O.K., let's have a game of tag.
I'm it!

You go get me something to measure
the square of 5 metres by 5 metres,

which is the size of my
grandmother's apartment?

O.K. Martin.
I'll be right back.

What did I tell you? All the kids
have to follow the schedule.

Yeah, well he's not
a normal boy, Krantz.

He's a very special human being,
and that's important to me.

Yeah, well that's very
compassionate, Breavman,

but it's really none
of your business is it?

Leo? God,
I was really in a deep sleep.

I just wanted to hear your voice.
Where are you?

Canadian boonies.
How are you?

Sometimes it's hard, Leo. Sometimes
I just need someone to hold me.

Just someone?
Well, I guess you would do, ha, ha...

Maybe I just need to get laid.
See who's the romantic, Leo?

You need to hear my voice,
and I need to get laid.

Listen Shell,
I'm coming to New York.

You're quitting the camp?
Yeah. There's nothing here for me.

You're coming?
You promise?

Yeah, I promise. I'll see you soon.
O.K.

You know we can't find a replacement
at this point in the season.

Well then you're going to have
to let me handle him in my own way.

I enjoy his madness, Krantz.
He enjoys his madness.

He's a free person,
maybe the 1st one I ever met,

and that's very important to me.

That's total nonsense.
Maybe...

You made a mistake coming
here, didn't you, Breavman?

You made a mistake asking me,
didn't you, Krantz?

I guess we both thought that we could
pick up where we left off.

Yeah, well...
At least we know it's over now.

It's a job. You know? Work?

There's fun,
and then there's work.

And now
I've got to be serious.

All right!

Who's up for a really serious
game of hide-and-go-seek?

Yeah! All right!

We'll get back to the camp and we'll
dump out this knapsack full of stuff

that we've found, sort through it all,
and then we'll go for a swim!

That will be nice.

Ouch! I've been bitten more
times by things in this...

What are you doing?
Counting.

Oh yeah?
Want a box to put those in?

That would be helpful.
O.K. Here's a little help.

Thanks.
Hey, guys!

Let's gather around here and talk about
the tree that never loses its leaves!

Martin, don't wander off buddy.
Come stay with the group.

This, my fine furry friends,
is the spruce tree.

Spruce trees never, ever lose
their leaves.

They have them all year round,

they're from the evergreen family,
like pine trees.

Pine trees are used for Christmas trees.
So let's try a little something.

Close your eyes and think about
the type of Christmas tree

that we all just had
at home, O.K.?

Martin, c'mon over here, buddy!
Come and join us!

Don't wander off! Keep your eyes closed,
thinking about the pine trees.

Hey, look at this one over here,
guys. C'mon over this way.

It smells so good!
Yeah, they're lovely. They're great!

Yeah, I've changed my mind.
I'm sorry, Shell.

You promised.
I know I promised, but I can't.

Why?
Because...

Tell me why.

I can't explain it. I just know that
I have to stay here for a while.

I miss you. It's hard.
I know. I know it's hard.

It's hard for me too, but at
least I get to hear your voice.

Yeah... yeah.

All right, uh...

I have to go, but I'm going
to call you as soon as I can.

When?
I don't know. Soon.

I love you.
I love you too.

O.K. bye.
Yeah.

Hope everybody
likes their hot-dogs well-done.

Yeah, I heard that!
Ah, they're burnt!

I really like them burnt.
Hey! Hey, hey! No hot-dog for you!

Good job!

See, you're going
to get that one there!

Have you seen Martin?

Yo, Breavman!
Where are you going?

I'm just going to go and find Martin.
All right.

Martin!

Martin!

C'mon buddy, I know your secret
hiding spot.

O.K. I'll tell you what, I will
stay up with you tonight

and we'll count the needles till
at least 6,000. What do you say?

Martin?

Martin! Martin!

Dear Shell,

it will take me a little while
to tell you.

It is the middle of the night,
and you're sleeping.

I know exactly
how your body looks.

Lying on your side, knees bent,

and your hair like calligraphy,

one hand cupped
beside your mouth,

and the other arm hung over
the edge of the bed.

I can be peaceful because
I know what I want to say.

I am afraid of Ioneliness.

Just visit a mental hospital
or a factory,

sit in a bus or a cafeteria.

Everywhere people are living

in utter loneliness as their
bodies slowly fail them.

I want to take your hand to protect me
from this lingering carnage.

I wish you were beside me now.

I saw a dead child,
and learned nothing.

When you read this letter,
you will see

that that uncomfortable world
has been irrevocably destroyed.

I'm not a good lover,
or I'd be with you now;

I'd be beside you, not writing
this the lover-in-waiting.

Dear Shell if you let me,

I'd always keep you 400 miles away
and write you poems.

I'm afraid to live
anywhere but in expectation.

I don't want to see you
or hear from you again.

I want no attachments.

I want to begin again.

I think I love you, but I need
the idea of a blank page more.

I must end this letter now
because I feel like flying down

and falling into bed
beside you.

Please don't phone or write.
Something wants to begin in me.

Four o'clock in the afternoon

And I didn't feel like very much

I said to myself
Where are you golden boy

Where is your
famous golden touch

I thought you knew where all
of the elephants lie down

I thought you were
the crown prince

Of all the wheels
in Ivory Town

Just take a look
at your body now

There's nothing
much to save

And a bitter voice
in the mirror cries

Hey Prince
you need a shave

Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave

Why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade

That's right
it's come to this

Yes it's come to this

And wasn't it
a long way down

Wasn't it
a strange way down

There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin

Well what do you expect
from the kind of places

You've been living in

Don't drink from that cup

It's all caked and cracked
along the rim

That's not the electric light
my friend

That is your vision growing dim

Cover up your face
with soap

There now you're Santa Claus

Shell!
And you've got a gift

For anyone who will give you
his applause

I thought you were
a racing man

Ah but you couldn't take
the pace

That's a funeral in a mirror

How may I direct your call?
It's a collect call, please.

Could you tell me
under what name please?

Leo.
Thank you.

Hello?
I have a collect call

from Leo.
Do you accept the charges Madam?

Yes.
Go ahead please.

Shell!
I was going to say no.

Marry me.
That's what I want.

Leo, you can't treat people
this way.

Did you hear what I said?
I said I want to marry you.

I haven't heard from you
in weeks, Leo!

I know, and I'm sorry. I will
explain everything, I promise.

No. You don't need to.
I've read your letter.

No, no! No, Shell, never mind
the letter!

Oh God! I know I hurt you.
I'm sorry.

I want to go back to bed.
I'm not feeling well.

No, don't hang up.

I love you, Shell.

I really do.

Please go away!
I can't be what you need!

Yes you can. You already are.

Nobody can be what you need,
Leo.

This is crazy, Shell,
talking this way.

There's 400 miles between us.

I'm going to come to New York.
No! I don't want you to.

No, Shell, I have to.
No, Leo, please!

I can't see you!

What are you saying?

I'm saying please don't come.
It's better this way.

No. No, Shell.

I'm going to come to New York,
and we're going to talk,

and everything is going
to be all right.

I promise, you'll see.

I don't believe you...

I'm hanging up now.

Shell...
Good-bye, Leo.

Once there was a past
and a girl with chestnut hair

And you passed the summers

Picking all of the berries
that grew there

There were times
she was a woman

Oh there were times
She was just a child

And you held her
in the shadows

Where the raspberries
grow wild

And you climbed
the twilight mountain

And you sang about the view

And everywhere you wandered

Love seemed
to go along with you

That's a hard one
to remember

Yes it makes
you clench your fist

And then the veins
stand out like highways

All along your wrist

And yes it's come to this

It's come to this

And wasn't it a long way down

Wasn't it a strange way down

You could still find a job...

By the following spring,

Shell's publishing firm
printed my work

and made me
a living, breathing poet.

I have been dumped into success
the same way parents dump

their child in school
for the first time,

resistant and resentful.

All that was necessary
to be universally loved

was to publish one's anxieties.

Art is a calculated
display of suffering.

I became a poetic Prozac
for unhappy women.

Hey, Leo!

It's been a while.
Lisa! God, you look great.

Oh, thank you, Leo,
and you've become famous.

Hardly famous, but uh...
it's okay.

I just saw you interviewed
on TV last night.

Yeah. All part of the
business, the media junkets

for media junkies.
You know the game.

Everybody says you're
very... clever.

Everybody loves you when you're...
Exactly.

How are the kids and uh...

Carl.
Carl!

Carl is in Toronto
with my father.

They're opening up
a new restaurant.

Nice.
Uh-huh.

Ah, yeah.
Ha, ha!

Ah, would you like to sign mine?

Do you everthink
about us as kids?

Ah, yes, but it's surprising
how much I seem to forget.

There's just not time for it.
So you remember me as a child?

Of course.
And?...

Well, you were like any other
10-year-old I suppose.

I don't know Leo. What, is this annoying
you? You were a nice boy!

Do you remember playing doctor?
What?

In the garage.
Oh, now you're getting silly.

I wish you would.
Why?

I mean, sometimes remembering
too much can block the present.

If you remembered what I remember,
you'd be in bed with me right now.

Uh... You should come over and
visit Carl and the children.

Carl reads a lot; you'd enjoy
talking to him.

I need to sleep with you,
Lisa. It's as simple as that.

Well, it's not for me.

Why?... Why do you want
to sleep with me?

Because we held hands once.
And that's your reason?

Yeah. I think human beings
should be grateful to be connected

in any way at all, even if just
by standing together in the same room.

Yes, but Leo you can't be connected to
everyone, and it doesn't mean anything.

It does to me.
Let's get out of here.

Leo! There you are!
Please, come over...

I'd like you to meet the people
from CBC's Good Morning Show.

You go ahead. I should go. I
have an early flight to Toronto.

I'll walk you.
No, I'll take a taxi, but thanks Leo.

You have things to take
care of here.

Come visit some time.
I will.

Leo?
Hi!

Condemn me
to some dark prison

if my true love loves another,

when I know
she should be mine.

Hello.
Hello, Leo.

Lisa...
I didn't think you'd be asleep.

I'm not, but you should be.

I need to see you.

Do you want to come over?
I'm already here.

Okay.

My husband wasn't in Toronto
opening up a restaurant.

He was there with another woman.

Geez...

I'll spare you the details.
I'm so sorry, Lisa.

No, it's okay. When I heard
about your book launch,

I decided to come down.
I don't know why.

I'm glad you did.

Strange thing is...

you're the only person
I wanted to see.

I'm a little ticklish.
Ha, ha...

This isn't going to hurt,
is it, Dr. Breavman?

The rule is
one shot in the bum.

Hm... I'll make
an exception...

just this once.

I could offer her my company
and friendship as solace,

or we could head
for the sack straight off.

There was no third way.

And I didn't sleep
with Lisa the child.

I didn't build a mysterious
garage above her naked form.

This peaceful woman
with breasts and lingerie

and martinis
wasn't Lisa the child.

Lisa the child had evaded me
and was still perfect,

suddenly making all other
women less perfect.

They were still beautiful,
but somehow less crucial.

What a relief.

Listen, Leo, uh, I'm feeling
a little awkward here. I...

Don't do that to yourself.

Two children went back
and shared a secret

in the middle of the night,
that's all.

Thanks.

I, uh... I should get going.

Okay.

You've really
made a life for yourself, Leo.

We let each other
go free.

She had her revenge through me
because...

I was a secret -
not a part of her life,

but not exactly a stranger,

like meeting somebody from your
home town in a foreign land.

Lisa the child, that perfection
remained, preserving the past.

Everything could be preserved
forever,

like my connection to Shell,

and in that moment,
I remembered.

My darling Shell,

here's the answer
to your question:

After a snowfall,
we would go to the park.

Lisa was the spinner.
She would take our hands

and turn on her heels,
spinning around in circles

until our feet left the ground,
and then she'd let go.

I remember flying over the snow
and landing.

And then I carefully stood up

to look behind me
at a perfect imprint,

both human and angelic, in the
perfect whiteness behind me,

and that, that
was the favourite game.

The ponies run

The girls are young

The odds are there to beat

You win a while

And then it's done

Your little winning streak

And summoned now to deal

With your invincible defeat

You live your life
as if it's real

A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks

I'm getting fixed

I'm back on Boogie Street

You lose your grip

And then you slip

Into the masterpiece

And maybe I had
miles to drive

And promises to keep

You ditch it all
to stay alive

A thousand kisses deep

CNST, Montreal

And sometimes when
the night is slow

The wretched and the meek

We gather up

Our hearts and go

A thousand kisses deep

Confined to sex

We pressed against

The limits of the sea

I saw there were

No oceans left

For scavengers like me

I made it
to the forward deck

I blessed our remnant fleet

And then consented

To be wrecked

A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks

I'm getting fixed

I'm back on Boogie Street