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(melancholic music)

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(muffled speaking)

- You know, I was watching you.

You are the king, my friend.

I'm talking the king.

The boss is gonna bronze your balls.

- That feels good, I suppose.

- I mean it was absolutely awesome.

You got Ornay and Delecom in your pocket.

(sirens blaring distantly)

Think we'll be needing the car?

Try to wait here.

(elevator dinging)

(thudding)

- Oh, Mister Byron,

we can still catch Mister Kimball in his car.

Shall I phone?

- [Jeffrey] Thank you, Helene.

(phone ringing)

(door thudding)

- Mister Kimball on three, Mister Byron.

- Hello, Roger.

- [Roger] Good work, Jeffrey, you've sold Ornay.

- Oh, let's hope so.

We'll know by the 30th.

I'm having dinner with him.

- [Roger] Well, I have complete confidence in you.

- Thank you, have a good trip.

Bring in the Delecom briefs, Helene.

- Bronze, hell.

Platinum!

- Thank you, Helene.

- You're welcome.

- Has my wife phoned?

- [Helene] No, sir.

She has not.

- Could you fix me a scotch?

(speaking in foreign language)

(footsteps echoing)

You look very nice today, Helene.

- Thank you, Mister Byron.

- That suit is very becoming.

(speaking in a foreign language)

(sighing)

(bouncy music)

(singing in foreign language)

(sirens blaring)

(cars honking)

- [Marianne] I can feel Jeffrey leaving me.

- [Isabel] Leaving you?

No, he'd never divorce you.

- [Marianne] Leave me in other ways.

- [Isabel] It's you, sweetie.

- [Marianne] Think so?

- Oh, sure.

If you were someone else.

- That reminds me,

do you know of a good handyman?

We need someone to finish up

all the work around the apartment.

And I don't want to call that contractor back.

I think he cheated me.

- Actually, my mother is using one right now.

- Is he bonded?

- Well, he's older so,

- Yeah. - Yeah, probably.

- Oh.

I'll buy it.

I'm ovulating.

(groaning)

- [Gloria] I got you a new cigar, Lucky.

- [Lucky] Thanks, Gloria.

Just slip it in my tool box, will ya?

- [Gloria] Sure.

- [Lucky] You know, Gloria,

I'm used to women in lounge clothes.

My wife has more bathrobes than Miss America.

- Oh, well, one thing about your work, Lucky,

you don't have to wear a tie or anything like that.

- Big ties just advertise a man's bad taste.

- And what about women's clothes,

what do they say?

- How a lady shows her breasts in public

tells me all I need to know about her.

You take plumbing and a woman's nature.

They're both unpredictable and filled with hidden mysteries.

All a man can do is service them properly

so they flow the way they're designed to (chuckling)

Say, Gloria.

- Yeah?

- Come over here.

- [Gloria] Over there?

- Yeah.

I want you to turn me on.

- What?

- Hot water, when I say so.

- Oh!

- Okay.

Make it wet.

(laughing)

(water splashing)

- It works.

- Just have to caress each curve properly.

(somber music)

(screaming)

(crashing)

(dramatic music)

- Well, cousin Constance,

surely you cannot suppose

there is any malice within these walls.

- [Constance] I'm not leaving here.

You cannot force me.

(thunder cracking)

(door creaking)

(thudding)

(coughing)

- [Jack] Now you know, Constance.

- [Lucky] Hey, babe.

- [Jack] Now you have witnessed

the same evil that is rooted in every stone of this place.

- Odd smell.

- [Lucky] New brand.

- I bet.

- [Constance] There is no evil in this house, cousin.

Only in you.

- [Lucky] What's that you're watching?

- Jack, Jack Dana.

Taped it off the late show.

- [Jack] He was much too worthy.

A living thing.

- Ain't heard his name in a while.

(cat screeching) (screaming)

- [Lucky] How many pictures you do with him?

- One bad one, one lousy one,

one even more lousy one, two really lousy ones.

Five.

- If you only knew of the agonies I'm sparing you.

- He ain't much of an actor.

- [Phyllis] Ain't is the wrong word.

- Darling.

- But you're right, he wasn't much of an actor.

- [Jack] We are, you and I--

- He died today.

- [Jack] These are fine clothes.

- He what?

- The slightest touch.

- [Lucky] What from?

- And we may shatter.

- [Phyllis] He was allergic to himself.

(clattering)

- Well, here.

Give me those feet.

Let's take a look here.

Oh, my.

(gentle music) Look, that toe

is much bigger than that toe.

He died a long time ago, if you ask me.

Just gave up after losing you.

That's what I'd do, babe.

- How about fixing the mirror first?

(footsteps echoing)

So.

How was work today, Lucky?

Unclog a few tubes?

- Pipes.

- Big difference, I'm sure.

You're taking me with you into town tomorrow.

- I don't have anything babe.

- I do.

Doctor's appointment at nine.

- [Lucky] Doctor?

Is something wrong?

- My soul needs an overhaul.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, boy.

You got at least another two or 300 years

left on that model.

Lucky Fix-it Mann!

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, I worked on that house today, as a matter of fact.

Right.

That'd be fine.

Alright.

Oui.

(phone clattering)

How's that for a coincidence?

Job estimate in town tomorrow morning at nine.

- [Phyllis] That's why they call you Lucky.

(beeping)

(rattling)

(beeping)

(sensual music)

- Goddamn lock!

Marianne, have you found somebody to fix?

(singing in foreign language)

(kissing)

- Do you like it?

- Excuse me, I have to change into a jock strap.

- Jeffrey, aren't you gonna say anything?

(beeping)

- The music's awful.

(beeping)

(classical music)

So I thought you were finding a handyman,

what happened?

- He's coming tomorrow.

Isabel's mother recommended him.

- She's probably screwing him.

- Jeffrey!

- Admit it, Marianne.

All Gloria knows how to do well is screw.

Some women are like that.

Others aren't.

- How do you know?

(liquid pouring)

- How do I know what?

- How do you know that all Gloria can do well is screw?

- She told me.

What's for dinner?

- When did she tell you?

- Last year at Isabel's Christmas party.

Another reason I hate part--

(kissing)

- Did that excite you?

- Not as much as it should.

- I meant when Gloria told you that.

- That's what I'm talking about.

(kissing)

- Jeffrey, let's make love.

- Marianne, Marianne.

Why don't you relax this role you think you're playing?

I'm hungry.

I'd like to tell you something about work today.

Why are these days in red?

- My eggs are fertile.

- What?

- Grade A this week.

- I'm circling the 30th for a crucial dinner

with Bernard Ornay, grand poobah of Delecom.

I want you there.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- It can wait.

- Well, why can't this wait, Marianne?

I'm trying to tell you something very important.

- This can't wait, Jeffrey!

Because I, of course, have no sense of priority.

I want my desires satisfied immediately.

I want to make love with you right now

because you're my husband and I want a baby!

(somber music)

Because, because I love you.

(thudding)

I play this role for myself, Jeffrey, and it makes my cry.

- Jesus Christ, Marianne.

Maybe I'm the one who should cry.

- Why not?

It's all for you, anyway.

Nothing's working.

(door slamming)

- I wouldn't say that.

Certain things working quite well on many levels.

And I love you, too.

- [Lucky] Want me to stay with you at the doctor's, babe?

I'll cancel this estimate.

- [Phyllis] I'll manage, Lucky.

- What's the matter with you, anyway?

- You want something to be matter with me?

I'll try and oblige.

- No, I don't want something to be the matter with ya.

I wanna know why you have to see a doctor.

What's wrong with you?

- You mean am I dying or something?

- Oh, Jesus, babe.

Now don't start.

Don't get into that we're all dying bit.

- Okay, I won't.

- Hey, Jack Dana's dead.

You and me, we're still here.

It's a big difference.

(sensual music)

(buzzing)

(thudding)

- Yes?

- [Frederico] Handyman here, Madame Byron.

- (speaking in foreign language) Frederico.

(singing in foreign language) (beeping)

(knocking)

(door opening)

- Miss Byron?

- [Marianne] Yes?

- Lucky Fix-it Mann.

- What?

- [Lucky] The handyman.

- Oh!

- [Lucky] How do you do?

(speaking in foreign language)

Oui.

(laughing)

- Please, come in,

Mister Mann. - Thank you.

Lucky.

(door thudding)

Oh (laughing)

I get it.

- There's nothing much to get.

- Please, come in.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Would you like some coffee or tea?

- No, no, no, no, no.

Maybe later.

- Okay.

I appreciate you coming by on such short notice.

- No problem.

What can I do you for?

- Oh, well, Mrs. Marino said that you could fix anything.

- You bend it, I mend it.

Or you break it, I make it.

- Very poetic.

- No, no, not me.

At least I never wrote one that was readable.

- Oh, but you tried.

- Well.

Yeah, maybe once or twice a long time ago in the navy.

Something happened between my brain to my fingers.

Guess my hands were made for other things.

(chuckling)

You're a good listener, Mrs. Byron.

- Oh, well, I appreciate

when people communicate with each other.

- Yeah.

(door thudding)

- [Phyllis] I want to know exactly.

- Well, I've looked at the X-rays.

- You know,

I did a part a once where I had X-ray eyes.

Come in handy, wouldn't it?

God, I did some daft parts.

In The Curse of Count Falco,

that was going to be my last bad part,

I had a good one all lined up but

the curse got the real me, too.

Spooky, how that happens.

I played a young widow who was two months pregnant--

- Phyllis, you have a few minor common conditions.

But I'm afraid there's nothing really wrong with you.

But um.

Oh.

Well.

Life goes on then, doesn't it?

- [Lucky] What is this, 3,500 square feet?

- [Marianne] 35.

Exactly!

- [Lucky] Oh, you've got a pool!

- [Marianne] Never used it.

- [Lucky] Really?

- No.

(footsteps echoing)

So I was thinking of making this a child's room.

What do you think?

- A child's room, huh?

Oh, this is nice.

This is really big.

Oh, great.

Are these, yours?

- Just a silly little hobby.

- Pretty damn good.

You know, you should put 'em on the walls.

- No.

Jeffrey hates them.

They're not very accomplished.

- Well, you could have fooled me.

I don't know what I like, but I know what art is.

Is the bedroom right behind here?

- Yes.

- I was thinking, you could build a door right here

so you keep an eye on him.

That's always important with a child.

- Gosh, that would be great!

- I've got some pictures here of a little girl's room I did.

Let's see.

That's a gate I did and there's Buffoni's.

(gentle music) Whatever that is.

Here's this little girl's room.

And here's the wallpaper that goes.

- [Marianne] Oh, I love the moons and stars.

- [Lucky] Yeah, that's great, ain't it?

- I love them!

- Yeah.

- [Marianne] What do you think?

- Oh, nice!

Yeah, you got a painter's eye.

- Oh, no.

Oh, I like that.

Let's do that.

- Alright, great.

Here, let me get some measurements.

- Are you married, Lucky?

- 24 years to the same gal.

Used to be an actress out in California, Phyllis Hart.

She's on the tube every now and then in some old movie.

- Any children?

- No.

- [Marianne] Can I ask why not?

- Oh, it just didn't work out, you know?

Phyl's a hell of a gal, though, just for putting up with me.

- Oh, I can't imagine you'd be difficult to live with.

(chuckling)

- I never got past having fun

and not feeling crappy about what I did.

That's all right, though.

She lets me do it, no questions asked.

- She sounds like a very secure woman.

I envy that.

- Yeah.

(seagulls chirping) (boat horn blaring)

(moves into melancholic music)

- Cassie.

Cassie?

Cass!

Cass!

Cassie?

Cassie.

Cassie, it's me!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry, baby.

Oh, my Cass.

I'm so sorry.

- Be coming around at nine in the morning, if that's okay.

I might make some noise.

- I look forward to it.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Oui.

- See ya.

(elevator dinging)

- I'll look forward to it, huh? (chuckling)

(speaking in foreign language)

(knocking)

- [Donald] Busy?

- Just doing my nails.

- Ornay sure plays cut-throat.

Glad we're on the same side.

Watch it with that thing.

- Cut-throat.

- That's not funny.

- Excuse me, Mister Byron.

Mister Ornay's executive assistant just called.

Mister Ornay--

- You look extremely nice again today, Helene.

- Thank you, sir.

- Ditto, Helene.

You should come in here more often.

(glass clinking) (liquid sloshing)

- [Helene] Mister Ornay would like to re-schedule

your meeting to this weekend at Chateau Lenore.

- Will you rent me a car, and book everything, me plus one?

- Yes, sir.

(footsteps echoing)

- Ever wonder about women being like fine wine?

- Sort of like kissing your aunt.

- Kissing, Donald?

(sirens blaring)

- [Donald] Hey, come on, what are you doing?

(bright music) - Impossibilities, Donald.

I'm excited about the impossibilities of things.

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hey, Lucky.

- Hey, Judy.

(speaking in foreign language)

Would you get me a beer, please?

- Sure, sure, coming right up.

- Hi, babe.

(kissing)

- We can't escape the game, can we?

- I won't even glace at it if you're gonna say something.

- No, go right ahead.

It's nice to see them whack the little ball.

Better than whacking the little woman.

- Maybe you better go a little easy on the sauce, babe,

saying something like that?

- I haven't touched the sauce.

I've been on the gin.

And I never said you whacked me, Lucky.

Not on the outside.

- Ah, Jesus.

I mean, what is it with you, Phyl?

I come in here to have a nice dinner

and already you're firing shots.

Now, what's that, Phyl?

Huh?

Okay, alright.

What'd the doctor say?

What's that all about?

- The doctor said very little indeed.

I seemed to do most of the talking.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing's wrong with me, Lucky.

I'm just taking it as I see it.

- Yeah?

And you see plenty, babe.

- Yeah, from behind my veils

like, what's her name, the belly dancer?

Like her.

Phyllis and the Seven Veils.

(chuckling)

Dopey, Grumpy, Sleepy.

- Happy.

- Happy.

(somber music)

You know the hardest part of all, Lucky,

is finding out too late that none of it lasts.

- Bulb's got to blow out sooner or later, babe.

- [Phyllis] Yes, it's lights out sooner or later.

- Yeah.

But you know, the good stuff's still hiding in the dark.

- In the afterglow.

I saw Cassie today.

At the Parc des Ecluses.

I know it was her.

My body knew it was her.

- [Judy] Here you go.

Would you two like to order now?

Red sauce, right?

- Tomato, yes.

And a little more sauce in here, please.

- [Judy] Oh, it is so much fun seeing you guys.

It's been a while.

Lucky, you still fixing things?

- Still fixing things?

The game.

- What happened today?

- I didn't see her face.

- Oh, Jesus, Phyl, Jesus.

Just let it go.

- It won't let me go.

Or you.

She ran away from both of us.

- Yeah, she ran away from both of us

and since she isn't coming back, so let it go.

It wasn't her today.

- I didn't for a minute think she'd be returning to us,

a couple of selfish fools like us,

but I don't know, after eight years and we're still here,

maybe she thought it would be safe.

I mean, sometimes I think she'll just appear.

Maybe she thinks we've become more loving?

She was nice, this girl today.

She held herself well.

She was carrying a shopping bag.

Oh, Lucky.

Am I just making it all up?

- Sometimes you lose things, Phyl.

And sometimes you find 'em.

Just let it be what it is.

- It's lost, I know that.

I just want to feel happy or unhappy, just something.

- [Judy] Voila.

You're still at the same number, Lucky?

- [Lucky] Yeah.

- [Judy] I'll call you.

- [Lucky] Yeah, yeah, same number.

- [Judy] Great, be right back with the garlic bread.

- You still feel lots of things.

Lucky Mann, you great big old octopus.

All your tentacles waving about.

- What do you want me to say, Phyl?

Just what the hell do you want me to say?

You want me to say that I'm not eager

to dry up and live in the past?

- No, not an octopus.

An alley-cat.

- If you don't like the way things are, Phyl,

you can change it.

It's house rules.

You set 'em.

- I wasn't complaining.

Please don't think I was complaining.

I don't.

I just sometimes feel a little pang

when you're out prowling the Ritz.

But hey, what you and your little kittens do

in the privacy of their own basket is none of my business.

Always been an alley-cat, ain't changing now.

- Come to think of it, ain't that how we did it, Phyl?

Me curling up in your lap two or three times a day

at somebody's private pad.

Remember?

Chocolate cream pies, six pack of beer, and our song.

- You know, sometimes,

I'm tempted to find a nice dark corner at the Ritz

and watch you in action.

See what I'm missing.

- All you got to do is lift the veils, babe.

Any time you say.

- He'll bring the written estimate over today,

and he promised that it wouldn't be a dime over 4,000

for everything.

- When did you say it was a platinum door lock?

- I forgot about the door lock.

- Get it fixed, Marianne.

Don't worry about it.

- Jeffrey, we are going to make these changes.

- [Jeffrey] We don't need a baby's room.

- Why not?

- Because we don't need a baby!

It's a very tough world out there, Marianne.

Not to mention overcrowded.

- All the more reason to soften it up a little bit, Jeffrey!

I mean, isn't that our job?

Isn't that our purpose, why we're here?

To take a flying leap into the future

and spread a little joy along the way?

Tell me something, Jeffrey,

why did you bother getting married?

I mean, you don't need kids,

you don't need love, you don't need sex,

you don't need anything but yourself!

Come to think of it,

you're the most selfish person I've ever met!

(door slamming)

For your information,

I'm not afraid to go this alone, Jeffrey.

I'm having a baby, with or without you!

- Oh, really?

- Really.

My, my.

The green-eyed monster.

No.

You're far too stuck on yourself to be jealous.

- Marianne,

if that's what you really want,

I don't give a good goddamn.

- You don't know anything, Jeffrey!

You haven't got a clue!

I'm having this baby!

(footsteps echoing)

And you're not invited!

You can't even come!

(door slamming)

(weeping)

(somber music) (elevator dinging)

- Good morning, Mister Byron.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Mister Byron.

(doorbell ringing)

- Go away, I don't want to see you any more!

(doorbell ringing)

(knocking)

(footsteps echoing)

- The doorman was going to buzz, but I think he got, oh.

It's okay, it's okay.

Did somebody die?

- [Marianne] No.

- Is it physical pain, or danger?

- [Marianne] No.

- Oh, well, then it's gonna be all right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll be alright.

Yeah.

(buzzing)

(sensual music)

(beeping) - Oui, Frederico.

- [Frederico] The handyman is on his way up, Madame Byron.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Frederico.

You're on your way up.

- I'll be going up and down all morning.

I'm parked out in front.

- Oh, gosh, Lucky, what must you think?

- What?

- Catching me off-balance twice in a row?

- I don't think anything.

I just wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

- I'm a mess.

Would you like some coffee?

- Well, if you got an extra front door key

I won't have to bother you at all.

It'll only be a couple of trips.

- Okay, I'll go get that.

- Oh.

Couple of Canadian comedians.

- Can I trust ya?

- I never had any complains about my work, Mrs. Byron.

- No, I'm sure you haven't.

Please, call me Marianne.

- I got an estimate here.

Everything's included.

- Thank you.

And (speaking in foreign language)

- Oui.

(door thudding)

(footsteps echoing rapidly)

(rattling)

- Cherie, cherie, cherie.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Jeffrey.

- What did you forget to tell me?

Fine.

Fine, Marianne, you have it your way.

- For a change.

(door thudding)

(metal clanging)

(door slamming)

Okay, okay.

- We need to tighten that front lock.

- Right.

Hey, Lucky?

- Yeah?

- I'm awfully glad you're here.

- Yeah.

- So, Marianne excited about moonlight on the lake?

The big seduction?

- You know, I really don't feel

like eating at L'Altro again.

Why don't you surprise me?

Take me somewhere new.

- Place I'd love to take you.

Perfect for a day like this.

My birthday.

(car engine roaring)

I hope you don't mind,

this restaurant seating style.

- Perfect.

- Great.

(sensual music) We'll have

the Lagavulin 16 year.

- Right away.

Enjoy your meal.

- After five years, I know what your drink is.

- I wouldn't know yours.

- Ah, because I keep changing.

Well, here we go.

Thank you.

And two more please.

- [Waitress] Yes, sir.

- Jeffrey, I've been cooped up way too long.

So, on my birthday, no less,

it feels absolutely unspeakable to finally be out.

- Is there no end to your horrors?

- None whatsoever, but they are not mine alone.

I think you still do not understand, dear cousin.

And I think it is time that you did.

The sin of this family

has been passed down through centuries,

and it must cease with our child.

Our blight must be removed from this earth, forever.

(melancholic music) - You cannot bury me alive!

- [Jack] I must, dearest Constance.

There can be no peace without penalty.

- I think you still don't understand, honey.

And I think it's time that you did.

- I wouldn't count on it, Count.

- [Marianne] Have you ever met his wife?

- [Gloria] My friend knew her

when they both worked in Hollywood.

Says she's a bum, from way back.

- No kids for such a long marriage.

(toilet flushing)

- My friend said they had a kid,

but she ran away from home or something like that.

- [Marianne] God, that's terrible.

- Probably got kids in every port.

- We'll put the door here and lead right into the bedroom.

- [Marianne] Good.

- Yeah, I got a little trouble

with the electrical outlet there,

but I'll take care of that.

Excuse me.

I got to get to the saw.

(laughing)

- You know, I was just on the phone with a friend of mine

and she was saying how hard it is to...

would you like something to drink, Lucky?

- Later, sure.

- That's what she was saying,

how hard it is to meet people

and just have a drink, no strings attached.

Not even sure I approve.

- You got to be careful, go for a certain type.

- Sounds so calculated.

I mean, this friend of mine,

I didn't know what to tell her.

I mean, where to go

so she wouldn't feel frightened of the consequences.

- Would you hand me the goggles?

- Yeah, right.

Never really being single myself.

(drill buzzing)

- You can't do better

than the Ritz-Carlton downstairs bar,

about six in the evening.

It's a little swank and uppity,

but if you're playing the odds,

you know, the favorites, it's pretty hard to beat.

- Great, I'll just go write that down.

- Alright.

(banging)

Oh, my God! (footsteps echoing)

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Wow!

Okay, okay.

(buzzing)

So, what's your type, Lucky?

- [Lucky] What?

- [Marianne] What's your type?

- My type?

- When you're being careful.

- Oh.

Well.

There's a certain type that I am careful with.

But I trust the ones that never sleep around,

but who feel like getting lucky.

(glasses clinking)

(sensual music)

- It's a matter of trust, isn't it?

- Yeah.

It's a matter of trust.

My God, you're a fine looking woman.

- I forgot the sugar.

I'll get the sugar.

Oh.

(singing in foreign language)

(kissing)

(door thudding)

- Marianne, business trip has come up for this weekend.

I won't be coming home.

(beeping)

(car engine roaring)

- Afternoon, sir.

You just missed Mrs. Byron.

- That so?

(beeping)

(classical music)

(clothes rustling)

(footsteps echoing)

(beeping)

Marianne, business trip has come up for this weekend.

I won't be coming home.

(clattering)

(beeping)

(crashing)

- No wonder cheating is so popular.

Do they let the feeling last?

- Who's they?

- I don't know.

The powers that be, other people.

- Ah, other people.

You know people ain't going to let you feel very good

for very long anywhere.

They always want your life in agony

over something you don't understand.

They want you to feel bad so they can feel good.

- How's your life so far, Lucky?

- My life?

Only one I got.

(peaceful music)

- I want to kiss you in public right now.

(kissing)

Oh, wow.

You've got a beautiful face.

- [Lucky] For stopping doors.

- [Marianne] Oh, no.

I bet you've always been easy on the eyes.

- [Lucky] So, you want another drink?

- [Marianne] No, thank you.

- Make that a double.

- You want to go then?

Because I forgot to bring my tools down from the apartment.

Now remember this, rule number one,

always bring your tools home.

Check!

- [Waiter] Right away, sir.

- What did you mean when you said things didn't work out?

- [Lucky] What do you mean?

When what didn't work out?

- The children.

- That's a touchy subject.

- Okay, then answer another question.

(laughing)

- What are you doing, setting mine fields here?

- How does your wife handle it so well?

It has to be difficult.

It has to hurt her.

- Well.

Phyl and I ain't had sex in a long while.

It was her choice, her decision.

But I know why.

It came from an argument we had a long time ago.

Some stuff got said that we couldn't take back.

This is how we pay for it.

- My husband won't have sex with me, either.

Or he can't.

He hasn't said which.

So there you go.

- There you go.

- You stand by.

I may need you later.

- [Driver] Yes, Mister Byron.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton.

May I help you, sir?

- A suite.

- A one bedroom or a junior executive?

- One bedroom for two weeks.

- Two weeks.

- Tell me where is the bar is?

- [Receptionist] Yeah, there's one downstairs

through those arches.

(crowd chattering)

(gentle music)

- Run me a tab?

(speaking in foreign language)

Thanks.

(coughing)

- How rude!

- Probably an American.

- Smoke gets in your eyes.

- Kern-Hammerstein.

- A bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses.

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm not completely without charm.

As a matter of fact, I live up to the very edge of my charm.

- Is that so?

- I'm sure being a woman of clever perception

and remarkable beauty, you may have noticed that already.

- I did notice your wedding ring.

- You're English.

It's removable.

- Really?

Does your wife know that?

- I'll tell you what, if we see her, we can ask her.

I came here to spy on her.

Then again, she may be elsewhere at this very moment

engaging in oral copulation or the like.

(sensual music) - And tomorrow?

- I never leave a job unfinished.

(kissing)

My hero.

- Well, all right, I guess.

- Lucky.

- Yeah?

- You forgot your tool box.

- Oh, Jesus!

I've never done that before.

Said the sailor to the girl.

Eight thirty, Jesus!

Shit, shit, shit!

(singing in foreign language)

- Better be careful, Lucky.

If you fall in love with me,

you're gonna need two of everything.

(elevator dinging)

See ya.

- Bye-bye.

(door thudding)

(elevator dinging)

- [Jeffrey] Make a stimulating companion, don't you think?

- [Phyllis] She might.

- I could ask her to accompany me tomorrow

to Chateau Lenore

for an all-expenses-paid weekend in the mountains.

But I'd like to ask you.

- You certainly are up to the edge of something.

- The mountains could be dangerous.

- You're the most fascinating woman

I've ever met in my entire life.

- Yes.

I know.

- [Jeffrey] So, what is your husband doing right now?

- Same thing as your wife.

- Well, I do hope they're enjoying themselves

as much as we are.

(glasses clinking)

- I don't.

(match burning)

(metal clanging)

(dogs barking)

- See you later.

It is later, for Christ's sake.

(somber music)

- I love the sound of wet tires.

It reminds me of the movies.

- You a movie star?

- I'm an actress.

- Really?

- All the time.

- My card, Madam.

- Very gallant, I'm sure.

I can't see a thing without my glasses.

- Well, in case you never find them,

my name is Jeffrey Byron the third.

- The third what?

- Whatever it was they were making.

There will not be a fourth.

We Byrons quit when we get it right.

- Watch it!

- Oh, I'm watching.

I don't want to miss anything.

- Don't worry, nothing's happening.

- Come with me this weekend.

Moonlight on the lake, four stars on the menu.

Someone like you deserves at least that.

- Believe me.

I am getting exactly what I deserve.

(kissing)

(car engine roaring)

(groaning)

(car engine roaring) (dogs barking)

Dream's over.

Wake up.

- Never.

I'm staying at the Ritz-Carlton.

Room nine one eight.

I'll send a car, anything you like.

- Look, the third,

you're a real charmer, you really are very cute.

- I just want the privilege of your company.

I promise, no sex beyond what I've done.

(laughing)

- We're done, done.

Champagne always makes me feel like my shoes are off.

(kissing)

- Thanks for the lift.

- Don't mention it.

Hotel, please.

- [Driver] Yes, Mister Byron.

(door thudding)

(sighing)

(snoring)

(groaning)

(kissing)

- Where the hell you been?

What time is it?

Oh, gee.

What the hell are you doing, babe?

- I'm making you better.

I'm kissing you better.

(groaning)

- Honey.

Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, come on, please.

Please, honey.

I'm feeling really beat up tonight.

That's all right, that's all right.

I'm just feeling beat up, honey.

I'm sorry.

What?

- And I was kissing

you! - Jesus!

Jesus!

(screaming) (slapping)

Damn it, what the hell is wrong with you?

(clattering)

- Fucking bastard!

Ow!

Fuck you!

Get off me right now!

Get off! - What the hell

is wrong with you?

- Lucky, bloody well get off me.

You're hurting me!

(heavy breathing)

Just a sudden craving for chocolate cream pie

and a sip of beer.

And our very own song.

(phone ringing) (snoring)

- Hello?

- [Helene] Mister Byron, did I wake you up?

I got your message this morning.

Shall I phone back?

- No, no, no.

What's happening with the car?

- Mister Duncan said he would take care of the car.

Is everything all right, sir?

- [Jeffrey] Yes.

- [Helene] I have made arrangements to come over,

that is if you're still considering

the possibility of a driver.

- No, thank you.

That won't be necessary, Helene.

- Yes, sir.

(sirens blaring)

- Bastard, not even a goodbye kiss.

- Are you up, Phyl?

- Up for just about anything.

How about you?

- See you for dinner.

- [Phyllis] Enjoy your work.

(footsteps echoing)

(car engine roaring)

(footsteps echoing)

(thudding)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(elevator dinging)

(footsteps echoing)

- Surprised?

Packed and ready to go.

(keys jingling)

Oh, not with you.

No, I'm quitting the office.

- You're quitting?

I didn't ask you to do that, Donald.

- I can open up my own restaurant.

Let's have lunch some time, eh?

- Jeffrey by daylight.

(banging)

(footsteps echoing)

- Oh, we need champagne!

- It's a little early, ain't it?

- No, to christen it, silly.

I want to try.

- No way, that's heavy.

Be careful. - Please.

- All right, then hit it right here.

- [Marianne] Okay.

- Alright.

(banging) (cheering)

Lady wins a stuffed animal.

- I was thinking of Jeffrey.

(kissing)

I want my stuffed animal, Lucky.

I want millions of them.

This is a baby's room.

(kissing)

- I'm gonna shove off a little early.

I'll swing by the lumber yard on my way home.

- [Marianne] Well, I could make you dinner if you like.

- No.

(banging)

- Don't worry, Lucky.

I'm not going to ask anything of your time, or of you.

I'm perfectly willing to go this alone.

- Isn't there something in between?

(kissing)

- I love the way you smell.

Like a man.

Jeffrey smells like soap.

- The only thing him and me got in common is you.

(kissing)

- Haven't seen this kind of splendor since Bambi.

- I'd rather look at you.

- What is this, some kind of mother thing?

- Mother would never approve of this.

- My daughter's about your age.

Well, a few years younger maybe.

She's the reason we came to Montreal.

- From England?

- No, not from England.

- She's beautiful, I'm sure.

- Yes.

Young and beautiful, like you.

Just a kid, like you.

- I'm not a kid.

A kid wouldn't know how to handle you.

(car engine roaring)

(horse neighing)

- [Bernard] Entertaining a new client, I see, laddie?

- Ornay.

- May I introduce, Monica Bloom, my research associate.

(speaking in foreign language)

And you certainly do look familiar.

- I have been known to be from time to time.

- Bernard Ornay, meet Phyllis.

- Hart, I'm his mistress.

- Well, he must be lucky.

- Oh, I find him very different from Lucky.

- So? - So?

- Dinner at eight.

A pleasure.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Oh, did I mention?

Separate rooms.

(car engine roaring)

(dogs barking)

(thudding)

(sighing)

- See you in a few days, don't wait up.

Jesus Christ!

- Good evening, Mrs. Byron.

Mister Byron isn't home as yet, ma'am.

- What about the handyman, did he come back?

- No, ma'am.

Are you expecting him this evening?

- I suppose not.

(speaking in a foreign language)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(elevator dinging)

(playful music)

(phone dialing)

(busy signal ringing)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(dead line signal blaring)

(beeping)

(keys jingling)

(door slamming)

(car engine roaring)

(dogs barking)

(bright music)

- Jack Dana and Dirk O'Brien were in it.

It was a stupid film.

And the director, he was just bad.

He hadn't a clue about acting.

And Jack was very serious about his work.

I was always trying to soothe him.

He had the most, he had a terrible temper.

And on the last day,

Jack and the director has this huge row.

And the director, just like that,

cut us out of the big scene

and gave all our lines to other actors.

I couldn't believe it.

Anyway, Jack and I ended up in Dirk's dressing room

and we got completely blotto.

Dirk suggested that we hide during lunch,

in the closet, on the set.

And then when they came back and did the scene,

we'd open the closet door and deliver our last lines.

But we were in that bloody closet

for about an hour before anyone came back.

And we were drunk.

And Jack was my pal.

And he was very attractive.

My husband was in the navy at the time.

And I got pregnant in that closet.

Well, that's it, that's it.

That's the story.

- The most unbelievable coming-out-of-the-closet story

I've ever heard.

How about you, laddie?

- Well, I've heard two this weekend.

This is by far the more compelling.

- True confessions again, I'm afraid.

Better send me to bed with no pudding.

- I have exactly the opposite in mind.

- Bernard, I want to dance.

Somebody dance with me.

(moves into gentle music)

- So, what did your husband say when he found out?

- He didn't.

- He didn't?

- Not then.

I waited 15 years to tell him.

I thought we were safe, we had a good marriage.

We had fun, we used to go dancing.

We were in love, for God's sakes.

I mean, we had rows, of course, but who doesn't?

We made sense to each other.

And I thought I could tell him

in a way he'd be able to handle.

(moves into somber music)

I thought we were safe.

I thought we were that safe thing called a family.

It was all right, at first.

We were both calm.

(exhaling)

And then he lost his mind.

He started screaming, "She's not mine!

"She's not mine!"

And she heard him.

He didn't mean it, of course,

he loved her more than anything else on earth.

But she heard him.

It must have broken her heart.

We lost it all.

Jack Dana never did know.

- So you had the child?

- Of course I had the child.

Of course I did.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Bernard?

- Hm?

- Come and dance with me.

- No, no.

I want to tell Miss Hart about my own acting fantasies.

Why don't you dance with Monica, laddie?

- Sorry, Horny.

- Well, who needs a partner to dance?

- All of a sudden, I feel like Scarlett O'Hara.

I duly regret I must take my leave.

Don't stand, gentlemen.

The pleasure has been all mine.

- When they said

you were good at putting people together, laddie,

I didn't realize just how good.

- If you call me laddie one more time, Ornay,

after you pay for dinner,

your next drink is going to be from the lake.

- I've paid for nothing yet.

Nothing is signed.

And if you continue on like this, quite probably I won't.

- Probably.

That's what drives a lemming like you, isn't it?

The probability of things.

Very boring predictability.

Corporate takeovers, bimbo girlfriends, fertility cycles.

(thudding)

- You fool!

- For a king, Horny, for a true king,

the impossible is far more rewarding than the probable!

Take a flying leap into the future!

See what the hell is out there!

She's always saying that.

Take a flying leap into the future, Horny!

(thudding) (snoring)

(door creaking)

(screaming)

- Aw!

Jesus, fuck!

(doorbell ringing)

Hi.

Look, I'm sorry, it's late.

You want to go somewhere?

Have a quiet beer?

(upbeat music)

(thudding)

- [Marianne] Ooh!

(clattering)

- Hey, thank you.

- For what?

- For going bowling.

- Anything's possible, Lucky.

- No, it's too late for most things.

- Why?

- Other people, for openers.

- Your only reason?

- I wouldn't know how.

- They say it's just a matter of too much or too little.

(laughing)

(phone dialing)

(knocking)

(sighing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gentle music)

(kissing)

(knocking)

- Go away.

(knocking)

- Who is that?

- Room service.

Pudding in bed.

(laughing)

- You're not going to deny that urge, are you?

- What?

My sweet tooth?

- No.

Mine.

(knocking)

- I want to know more of you.

- Oh.

- What does that mean, wanting to know you?

- Beats me.

- Why don't you ask me?

- Why would I ask you anything, laddie?

- Please!

- [Bernard] The choice would seem to be yours.

- If only that were true.

But lovely of you to think so, thanks ever so much.

Perhaps another time.

(door thudding)

- I have some phone calls I have to make in the morning.

We leave around noon, is that all right?

- I'm in no hurry.

It's all right.

It's okay.

(door thudding)

(sighing)

- A clever ruse, that's all it is.

Sexuality.

- I beg your pardon?

- Not just us, everyone.

- Oh, them, yeah.

- I mean, what is wrong with sexual modesty?

Tell me that.

- You mean, exercising restraint?

Well, it's good and it's bad.

- Right.

It's good and it's bad.

The eternal marriage.

- Oh, marriage.

You mean happy ever after.

(perky classical music)

(clattering)

(thudding)

(beeping)

(footsteps echoing)

- I want a divorce.

I want a divorce.

(thudding)

I want a divorce.

- We ain't married.

- If a woman is loved and treated well,

life can be quite simple.

But, if necessary, she is just as capable

of living like a man.

(laughing)

- Why the hell would you want to do something like that?

- Most marriages don't work out anyway, right?

- [Lucky] Well.

- Do I look like an explorer?

- An explorer?

Well, let's see.

To be an explorer you gotta put your,

that's right, put your hands on your hips.

And you gotta be a man, stick your chest out.

Act cocky, you know?

Marianne.

I think women should stay women.

You know, completely women.

Uniquely women.

- What about children, Lucky?

(somber music)

- When Phyl sat me down

and told me that I wasn't the father of my daughter,

I just sat there in shock.

I was numb.

What a betrayal.

So I just got up and I said that I needed to think it over

and needed some time.

And I went down to a bar.

I sat down at the bar and had a couple of drinks,

and it just started cooking.

I mean, Jesus Christ,

how the hell could she do this to me,

to Cassie, for Christ's sake?

I got so pissed off I went back to the house

and I'm just screaming at her.

I'm yelling, I'm throwing things.

I said, "We don't have a child together.

"You have a child, not me."

"You selfish son of a bitch!

"She ain't mine, goddamn it!

"She ain't mine!"

I think that's what Cassie heard.

In the morning, I went down to her room, she's gone.

A couple of weeks went by.

We got a letter.

It was from here, Montreal.

She said that she never wanted to see us again.

We weren't fit to be her parents.

It just killed Phyllis.

God, it just killed her.

She wanted to come here, to find Cassie.

So I sold the house, we moved.

(chuckling)

Phyl still thinks she sees her now and then,

but it's been eight years.

I've given up.

Every once in a while I catch myself searching the faces.

I don't know if I really want to find her

'cause I don't know how I'd feel.

- Can I buy you a drink, at least?

- What a great mind you have.

(upbeat jazz music)

Here?

Well.

I'll have a gin and tonic.

(thudding)

(screaming)

- Get off him!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone, Jeffrey!

(glass shattering)

(yelling)

(shuffling)

- Sir, sir!

- Leave him.

Stop it!

- I want to talk to that man!

- I want to talk to that man!

- I'm right outside, I'm outside!

- She's with me, she's with me.

- Take it easy.

Take it easy.

- I wanna know what he's been doing with my wife!

- [Man] You wanna keep fighting?

Go outside?

- I'm not going to cause any trouble.

- You wouldn't understand even if I told you, Jeffrey!

- Do tell them to be careful with that guy.

He's kind of cute.

- [Marianne] Who are you?

- Oh!

I'm with him.

- [Marianne] Oh, you're with my husband.

- I am really sorry, I just--

(shuffling)

(yelling)

- Why don't we all meet at your place?

I think everybody knows where that is, don't they?

(door slamming)

- Alright.

- Start walkin'.

- My truck's up that way.

(buzzing)

(door thudding)

- What did you do with my car?

(car engine roaring)

(metal clanging)

- [Lucky] Oh, shit!

Get out of the way!

- How did you meet my husband?

- I believe he met me.

- Did you sleep with him?

- Sleep with him?

No.

I didn't sleep with him.

- Frigid, isn't he?

- Frigid?

(door slamming)

(car engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

(car horn blaring)

Tell me, is it true what they say

about the laboring classes?

I mean, did he give you everything you need?

- He's the most sexual man I've ever met.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

- How many men have you met?

- Two.

(laughing)

(door thudding)

(speaking in foreign language)

- You'll have to excuse the mess.

I'm doing a little remodeling.

- Oh.

- Actually, that's how we met.

(door thudding)

- That's wonderful.

(beeping) (bright music)

- Would you like something to drink?

- Gin.

- [Marianne] I'll make some coffee, too.

- Yes.

(singing in foreign language)

That'd be good.

(car engine roaring) (tires screeching)

- This is my favorite.

We're still in the process of making it into a baby's room.

- We?

- Oh, well, yeah, he's been helping me.

- Are you pregnant?

- I won't know for a few days but I have that feeling.

- Bully for you.

- How about you?

Any children?

- A daughter.

- [Marianne] Does she live here?

- Visiting.

So.

Do you know who the father is?

Well, he's a lucky man.

I'm going to leave now.

This has suddenly become rather crazy.

- You know, it's funny that you would say that.

(car engine roaring)

- Mister Byron, good evening.

It's a beautiful,

your car, could I get?

(car engine roaring)

- Have you told him?

- No, he knows nothing.

- Just be sure you tell him.

- Oh, Mister Byron,

Mrs. Byron and another woman have just arrived.

(elevator dinging)

(car screeching)

(door slamming)

- Sir, that's far too fast for this area.

It's a residential area.

You're gonna have--

- I could make you another one.

(footsteps echoing)

- You know what?

I'm really starting to enjoy myself.

No, I really am.

(elevator dinging)

- Phyllis, what are you doing here?

- You fucking bastard!

(groaning)

Get out from in front of the door.

- Come here!

- Oh, yeah?

Come on!

I'm just the handyman.

Get inside!

Come here.

Come here, Phyllis!

- Phyllis!

(elevator dinging)

(shuffling)

(thudding)

- And don't you dare follow me.

(elevator dinging)

Errol bloody Flynn.

(elevator dinging)

- Come on.

(banging)

- Oh!

(shuffling)

- Do you know her?

You said Phyllis.

How do you know her name?

How did you know her name?

- Oh, yeah!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Any time, big guy!

And you know where I live!

(door thudding)

- Does he know her?

- What?

- [Phyllis] Is this free?

- [Driver] Yup.

- Did a woman come out here?

- Yeah, in the taxi.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Phyllis, come on, open the door!

Phyllis!

- Listen, Lucky, I've seen you with her.

I know what's going on

and that isn't part of the deal.

You know that's not part of the deal.

Please go. - Wait, Phyllis.

- No, Phyllis. - It's over.

- Listen to me. - It's finished.

I don't want to see

you again. - Phyllis!

- Don't you dare come home. - Phyllis, come on!

Open this door, Phyllis!

- I don't want anything more to do with you.

- Shit!

(classical music)

(upbeat music)

(clattering)

(beeping)

(dance music)

(beeping)

(sensual music)

(beeping)

(clattering)

(kissing)

- You were great.

Where are you going?

- We all go a little mad sometimes, Marianne.

- But we were great.

(footsteps echoing)

(water rippling)

(car horns blaring)

(melancholic music) (thunder cracking)

- You cannot mar the bright and perfect flower

that will be my child.

You can say that again, sister.

(film rewinding)

You cannot mar the bright and perfect flower

that will be my child.

- [Isabel] So, does Jeffrey know yet?

It's his, isn't it?

- Yes, of course Jeffrey's the father.

This child is going to bring us together

and keep us close in a family sense.

But, for right now, we're separated.

- Separated?

Marianne, that's impossible!

(car horns blaring)

(door thudding)

- [Driver] Mister Byron?

- It's hot in here, huh?

(car horns blaring)

(yelling)

- I think I broke my goddamn leg.

(seagulls chirping) (boat horn blaring)

- Outside currents on the winds.

To the world, I am announcing I am about to urinate.

Only pigs could see the wings.

The black hole.

Ever seen who I was?

Could be taken for 200 miles.

Twinkle, twinkle, little spectrum.

Big kids come when you least expect them.

You went away, my heart went with you.

Where?

Where?

(footsteps echoing)

- Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie!

Cassie.

Cassie?

(chuckling)

It is you, isn't it, Cassie?

It's you, isn't it?

Oh, my God, Cassie, you're beautiful.

Cassie, Cassie, please forgive me.

I'm so sorry.

Honey, I am so sorry.

Honey, please.

Cassie.

(kissing)

- Bye bye.

Take care of yourself.

(door thudding)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

? There's a place for us

- Marianne?

? Somewhere a place for us

? Peace and quiet and open air

? Wait for us

? Somewhere

- Your father, an adulterer. ? There's a time

? For us Your best friend.

? Someday a time for us

? Time together

? A time to spare

? Time to learn

(groaning)

? Time to care

? Someday

(crying)

? Somehow

? We'll find a new way of living

? Will find a way of forgiving

? Somewhere

? There's a place for us

? A time and a place for us

? Hold my hand and we're half way there

? Hold my hand and I'll take you there

? Somehow

? Someday

? Somewhere

(melancholic music)

(gentle music)