Interiors Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Interiors Script



I had dropped out of

law school when I met Eve.



She was very beautiful.



Very pale, cool in her black dress,



with never anything more

than a single strand of pearis.



And distant.

Always poised and distant.



By the time the giris were born,

it was all so perfect, so ordered.



Looking back, of course, it was rigid.



The truth is



she'd created a worid

around us that we existed in,



where everything had its place, where

there was always a kind of harmony.



Great dignity.



I will say... it was like an ice palace.



Then suddenly one day,



out of nowhere,



an enormous abyss

opened up beneath our feet



and I was staring into

a face I didn't recognise.



"The basic popularity and appeal of Mao



for so-called American Marxists."



This is supposed to go in the sequence -



in under the sequence

in reel two about South Africa.



Um... what we wanna

do is get two examples.



The idea is his style was

Marxist-Leninist - Mao's style -



but that he was accessible to the lower

classes because of his use of homilies.



An example is: "The hardest thing is to

act properly throughout one's whole life."



What the hell does that mean?

Or, even worse...







Eve. I wasn't expecting you.



- I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- No. I just couldn't imagine who it was.



- Is Joey here? Where's Joey?

- In the shower. Can I get you anything?



Oh, just some coffee, if you don't mind.



No, it's no trouble at all.



I think I've found a very

nice vase for the foyer.






You'll probably think it's an extravagance,

but it's not, all things considered.



These pieces are

becoming increasingly rare.



Isn't that exquisite?



I hope you like it, because

it's perfect for the foyer.



We already have a vase in the foyer, Eve.



Yes, but this will never look

right when we redo the floors.



I've never understood

why they have to be redone.



What? We discussed all that, Michael.

Don't you remember? You agreed.



It costs money to have these things done

and redone two and three times over.



But the... It's such a large floor space.



We agreed the paler tones would

make a more subtle statement.



Pale woods would be lovely.



I never agreed about anything.

I'm always being told.



- I wouldn't put it that way.

- How would you put it?



First the living room

was finished, then it wasn't.



Then the bedroom needed more work.

Now the floors have to be stripped.



- You picked the sofa, then you hated it.

- It was a lovely piece.



It just was the wrong scale.

This is not an exact science.



Sometimes you just have to see it,

then you get the feel of it.



- You didn't like that in the bedroom?

- I get better use out of it here.



If you utilised it in here, that's fine.

It's meant to be used,



but it was part of what we

were doing in the bedroom.



It's the shade and the bedspread, they

set each other off so nicely. I thought...



- How much is the vase?

- They're asking $   .



- Give me a break, Eve.

- All right, Michael. I'll return it.





Would you mind closing the window?

The street noises are just unnerving.



- I hope you aren't having an argument.

- Not at all.



Oh, I love that suit. It's a unique colour.



Renata calls it ice grey.



It makes you look very beautiful.

Isn't she beautiful, Michael?



- Very lovely.

- I don't feel lovely.



I've been running up and down

Second Avenue all day.



Oh, wow. Is this for us? It's exquisite.



- No. I was just showing it to Michael.

- It's too expensive.



Really? Well, that's too bad.



- Eve, let's keep it.

- No, no.



Yeah. It's very beautiful.

We'll work something out.



No, I was just carried away by it.

I don't know why.



Guess it's because it's so unique.

But it is an extravagance.



I'll just look for something along

the same lines at a better price.



But this really belongs in the bedroom



because it's too insignificant

a piece for in here.



The shade is just wrong

against all these slick surfaces.



- I'll put it back.

- No. I want to try it in a different spot.



I can fix something for you,



something more inexpensive.



I've seen some nice pewters.

Um, maybe gunmetal.



And I can make the shade

in a smoother fabric, if you prefer.



But we should stick with

my beiges and my earth tones.



- "Beiges and..."

- Stop picking on her.



- Nobody's picking on her.

- She's a sick woman.



- That's great.

- Yes, it's nice.



So how do you feel?



I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all.



- Coffee.

- Oh, thank you.



Oh, I tell you, so many jobs.

It's just exhausting.



Yeah, I know. I can't get over how

you sort of jump right in and do it.



Well, I like it. I like to be busy.



And I think I can say that my comeback is

over the shaky period. Wouldn't you say?



I think so. I think your work is better,

in fact, than it's ever been.



- Do you?

- Yeah.



Well, I have to admit that I have received

some rather special compliments lately.



- Oh, yeah?

- Uh-huh.



Yes. Well, my spirits are high.

I'm feeling good about myself.



Not to say that I don't run

into an occasional setback,



but I haven't really felt

so confident in a long time.



You look better than you have in ages.



Oh. Have you talked to Dad lately?



No. He's still in Greece.



When he comes back, I hope you'll

corroborate the state of my wellbeing.



Of course.



I've pulled myself together in a way

that he never thought possible.



- I mean, you're really impressive.

- Oh...



Well, maybe a reconciliation

could finally be discussed.



Think so?



Well, it hasn't been that much time.



I really don't... I don't know.



- Why are you always so negative?

- I don't think that was negative.



Oh, you're always reluctant to

encourage me. I don't know why.



Mother, I know that you're optimistic, but

it's important for you to be realistic, too.



- Is there something you're not saying?

- No.



Dr Lobel doesn't think it's unrealistic



to hope that your father and I

might reconcile. It's just a goal.



Fine. I didn't say anything

to get in the way of that.



You always make it sound

as though it's impossible.



- I didn't say it was impossible.

- Yes, you did. You imply that a lot.



Renata thinks it's going to happen.



- I'm sure she didn't say that.

- She did. She implied that.



- Maybe you read into it.

- No. She just looks on the bright side.



Oh, great. That's wonderful. I just don't

think you should delude yourself either.



So there's no chance your father

will want to live with me?



- I didn't say that.

- Renata thinks there's a good chance.



- Just wait and see.

- You just refuse to encourage me.



- Why don't you discuss it with Renata?

- I will, thank you. I will.



Mother paced all the time.









She was an insomniac.



You could, um... always hear her upstairs



pacing in the middle of the night.



But that was more when she...

got back from the hospital.



I, uh...



I saw her...



the first day that they

brought her back. Um...



She'd had all this...



electric shock therapy

and... her hair looked grey.



And I couldn't believe it.

It was... It was like...



she was a stranger.



After that, she was always sort of, um...



coming in and... going out.



I guess you...



you never knew.



Before her breakdown, she was very

successful. She was very demanding.



She, uh...



she put Dad through law school and

financed the start of his practice.



So in a sense, it was

like he was her creation.



We kept getting shuffled

around to aunts and cousins.



And I guess Joey had the worst of it, cos...



As a kid, Joey was very high-strung.

She was a bright kid, you know? She...



She was very sensitive.



We'd spend some time with Dad,

mostly long Sunday breakfasts.



I always resented his relationship to her.

I always felt that he favoured Joey.



It just seemed that they were

very close and that I was left out.



I like Frederick.



He has dignity... and promise as a writer.



My own strength is visual.



Your images are visual, Renata.



And in all candour,



I much prefer Frederick to Mike.



Mike's fine, Mother.



Well, he uses a very strong aftershave.



- It permeates the house.

- I don't wanna talk about it.



Do you think that if I bought him

another kind of cologne he would switch?



- Can we talk about something else?

- Well, let me give him some.



Then we won't have to talk

about it. It'll just be my gift.



Could we please talk

about something else?



 Look, I wanna say something.

I'm gonna be very direct.



I think the occasión calls for it.



I've done a lot of

thinking about this matter



and a great deal of soul-searching.



Now that the giris are all on their own,

I feel that for my own self



I must come to this decisión,



though I don't take it lightly.



I feel I've been a dedicated

husband and a responsible father,



and I haven't regretted anything

I've been called upon to do.



Now I feel I want to be

by myself for a while.



And consequently, I've

decided to move out of the house.



I don't know how I'll feel about it when

I finally do it, and it's not irrevocable,



but I feel it's something I have to try.



Now, as I say, it's not

an irrevocable situation.



It's a separation.



It may be for the best. It may not.



But I wanted to lay it on

the table so that everything is open



and as direct as possible.



Will you please not breathe so hard?



- I'll move out.

- What does that mean?



- I don't want to live in this house.

- Eve, think about it.



- I'll move out!

- Look, it's not irrevocable.



It's a trial separation.



I can't be alone.



- Eve...

- I don't wanna discuss the details now.



It's a very bad time for me.



My impotence set in a year ago.



My paralysis.



I suddenly found

I couldn't write any more.



Rather, I shouldn't say suddenly.

Actually, it started happening last winter.



Increasing thoughts about death

just seemed to come over me.



Um, these, uh...



A preoccupation with my own mortality.



These... feelings of futility

in relation to my work.



I mean, just what am I

striving to create anyway?



I mean, to what end?

For what purpose, what goal?



I mean...



Do I really care if a handful of my

poems are read after I'm gone?



Is that supposed to be

some sort of compensation?



I used to think it was,






now, for some reason...



I can't... I can't seem to...



I can't seem to shake

the real implication of dying.



It's terrifying.



The intimacy of it embarrasses me.



What's the matter? You still

thinking about your mother?



I can't believe Renata encourages her.

She fills her full of false hope.



She's just trying to keep her spirits up.



I wanna quit my job.



Oh, Joey!



I can't keep my mind on it.

I can't concentrate.



I sit there all day, reading other people's

manuscripts, and I lose interest.



I get headaches. Then I'm meant to write

an opinion. It's not fair to the authors.



A month ago you said you finally

found something you enjoyed.



Well, I was wrong.



I think about going back to acting.



I'm not an actress.



Can't do that again.

Flyn's the actress in this family.



Why don't you work with me?



Because political activity

is not my interest.



I'm too self-centred for that.



That's my whole point.

It would get you off yourself.



Sometimes I think if we had a child...



Oh, God.



I mean, that really makes me anxious.

I mean... it's totally irrevocable.



Whatever happened to your photography?

You used to be so hot on that.



I hate it. It's stupid.



I feel a real need to express something



but I don't know what it is I want

to express or how to express it.



It's always so difficult getting Mother

a birthday present. It's impossible.



Please, let's not stay forever at the party.

I wanna finish proofreading those galleys.



Oh, come on, Frederick.

Really, I hardly ever see Mother.



I hardly ever spend time with her at all.



It won't be so terrible. Flyn will be there.



Terrific. We get caught up on

the latest Hollywood gossip.



Oh, come on, Frederick.

You know Flyn likes you.



And don't behave condescendingly.

I think she senses you talk down to her.



I don't talk down to Flyn. I love

hearing about her hair and her weight



and the latest piece of TV junk she's done.



Well, that's her life.



And anyway, you have to

admit she is a sexy little girl.



No. Flyn is the opposite of sexy.



Hey, what about a scarf?



Flyn suffers from the same thing

my last book suffered from.



She's a perfect example

of form without any content.



That's very profound. And you

haven't even started drinking yet.



I am profound. But I'm not

the award-winning writer.



You're supposed to be giving me

insights into sex and other phenomena.



- Really.

- Really? C'mon, let's go. Frederick.



You look fabulous, Mother. But the

main thing is that you're feeling well.



- Yes, but I tire so easily.

- Can I help with something?



 Joey says you're thinking about

taking on some decorating projects.



Yes. Joey pushes me.

But I'm not going to accept anything



until I'm sure I can maintain

the level that I expect of myself.



 Mother, I can't believe this view.

It's just beautiful.



I'm getting used to it.



I miss the sea.



I can't get over how sexy Flyn got.



Yeah. She looks beautiful, doesn't she?



- Your new film is in Arizona?

- No. It's in Denver.



I leave tomorrow. I have to

be ready to shoot on Monday.



I have so many lines to learn.

But it's just a televisión movie.



- Did you speak to Dad?

- Yeah. I've spoken to him on the phone.



- Did he mention anything?

- He said he visits you.



Just now and then.






Nothing to live for any more.



- Don't say that.

- It's true.



You know that's not true.

Mother, look... It's all right, Mom.



- What's the matter?

- Nothing. She's fine.



Mom, it's a trial separation.



Of course it is. We've been through

this before. Everything'll work out.






- It's her birthday, let her enjoy it.

- I don't think that's exactly the right way.



- Ah!

- You like it?



Oh, now, that's lovely. That's lovely.



- That's pretty.

- It's exactly like yours.




- Very nice. Thanks.



- Lovely.

- I'm so glad.



I hope it fits. I think...

I'm pretty positive it will.



Frederick has finished what I've

already told him is his best work by far.



- That's what you said about the last one.

- But I really feel that this one comes off.



- It's terribly concise...

- You said the same thing. Concise. Spare.



- Well...

- You couldn't think of anything you liked,



so you had to call it something.

Concise. Spare. Pithy. Lean.



OK. Well, you just can't

handle a compliment, that's all.



Guess I can't.



- We gotta go.

- We hardly had any chance to speak.



I know.



So how are you doing?

You seem... You look OK.



I'm good.



I read something of yours in

a magazine. New Yorker, I think.



Poem called "Wondering".



- It was very beautiful.

- It's an old poem.



I redid it. And now when I reread it,

I find it much too ambiguous.



Nah. I may redo it again.



We're starting our drive back.

Can we drop you someplace?



I have to catch a plane

really early tomorrow morning.



Oh, right. I heard you're shooting a movie

in the cold Rocky Mountains of Colorado.



Couldn't be some place like Acapulco.

That's my idea of fantasy.



Lie around on the beach.

Get waited on hand and foot.



Really? I can't take Mexico. I always think

I'll get shot just walking down the street.




- What was that?



"Happy birthday. Love, Arthur."



They're beautiful.



I like white roses better than

any other flower on earth.



 There you are.

I knew he wouldn't forget.



 Mom. And you were worried?



They're a good sign. Don't you think?



Well? Are you getting dressed or what?



Frederick, are you talking to me?



We said everything.



Don't blame me. I've been

nothing but understanding.



- You don't help by patronising me.

- I wasn't.



Your work is great.

Who cares what the critics think?



That's easy for you to say. You get

encouragement. You're their little darling.



They're lenient with me,

obviously, because I'm a woman.






- It's because you're so damn good.

- So are you.



The book didn't get

the response it deserved.



I hate to tell you how often

they've missed the boat.



Stop lying to me. I count on

you for honesty, not flattery.



I'm not lying. I'm not lying.

And who cares what anybody thinks?



They think what I think. My work once

showed promise and I haven't delivered.



Your work's not fashionable. You should

be thankful for that, for God's sakes.



What are you after?

The superficial acclaim



of some little book reviewer

in some room somewhere?



We've always talked about fine work

that means something in the long run.



I don't care about fine work!



I don't wanna wait    years. I wanna

be able to knock somebody over now!



They're stricter with you because you

attempt more. They refuse to take that...



Stop looking for excuses, all right?

I'm not writing for a time capsule.



And half the stuff that's written,

it's garbage, they praise sky-high.



The baby-sitter will be here in a minute.



- I told you, I'm not going.

- We can't not go. What is the matter?



I'm not in the mood

for your lesbian friends



and a lot of vacuous gossip

about New York poetesses.



Will you stop pitying

yourself so much? I'm going.



Look, why can't you just once in a while

consider my feelings and my needs?



I'm sick of your needs! I'm tired of

your idiosyncrasy and competitiveness.



I have my own problems!



There'll be chitchat

about the nature of poetry,



your symbolism,

your contribution to whatever.



We never see Marion and Gail. I don't

understand. You used to like them.



I can't stand 'em. They're so enthusiastic.

College kids. I get embarrassed.



Oh, well, don't get embarrassed.

Don't come. Drink yourself unconscious.



That's one cliché of being

a novelist you have no problem with.



Yeah, I sure can drink.



You're fine as long as

I keep everything going.



- What?

- Sh.



You mean the cheques from Daddy so

you can write yourself into immortality?



I also raise the family that you

wanted. Or thought you wanted.



Hey, you made some noises

about experiencing motherhood.



I'm sure you thought

it was great raw material.



Well, now you got another human being.



It wasn't my idea, and I'm not

ashamed to be subsidised either.



I turn things out.



Yeah, you do.



You turn things out. You're incredible.






Frederick, you have so much to offer.



I wanna help, not hurt.



I can't go out. I'm not in the mood.

I'm liable to kill somebody.



I'm going. Bye.



You look as good as I've

seen you in a long time.



And in no time at all you've

turned this place into a lovely home.



I saw Joey last week.



I may be working on her apartment.



Mike seems amenable. He isn't

really what I had in mind for Joey.



But I'm getting more used to him.



She has no direction.



I expected such great things from her.



She was an extraordinary child.



- And how are you getting along, Arthur?

- Fine.



I'm fine.



Busy. It's important to keep busy.



Did you like the Matisse drawing?

It was on sale at Parke-Bernet.



Oh, yes. It's lovely.



So delicate.






We'll talk, Eve.





She's got to go back to the

sanatarium, for a while at least.



Oh, poor Joey. Poor Joey.



She spent so much time with her,

and... I don't know. What's the point?



We can't watch her constantly. There's

no way you can be with her all the time.



How is Joey?



I worry about her.

She seems to be floundering.



I don't know. I guess she

hasn't found herself yet.



Couldn't you help her?

She looks up to you.



I do, Dad, I try. I try to be

supportive. I try to encourage her.



I'm not criticising,



but it just seems to me there's always

been an antagonism between you two.



Well, you know Joey.

She tends to be competitive with me.



Well, you're very successful.

I think you kinda hold that over her.



- Come on, Dad. That's not true.

- No, Renata, I'm not blind.



I see what's going on.

You seclude yourself in Connecticut,



acting the aloof artist,

and no one can get near you.



I don't wanna discuss this right now.



Just avoid the subject.

I'm upset. You're upset.



Joey had such potential.

And now it's come to nothing.



It's so typical. As usual, you're obsessed

with Joey while Mother is lying...



Now, don't blame me for that.



That's nobody's fault.



- How's Frederick?

- Oh, fine.



- He's going to be teaching at Barnard.

- Oh, how nice.



I read something he wrote recently

in Sunday Times Review, I think.



It was very nasty, but very funny.



It's a giraffe - enormous.

Cory would love it.



It's probably way too much money

but I'd like to buy her one.



 She's so cute. She sits and has

conversations with the televisión set.



 She's such a pretty thing.



- How's Mike?

- Fine.



We'd love to see you and Frederick.



Oh, well, that'd be great, but it's

been sort of a rough week for me.



It doesn't have to be this week.



I gotta give Frederick a chance

to get settled in at Barnard.



Renny, why do you

keep pushing me away?



- Well, I don't.

- Yeah, you do.



- It's like you don't want me near you.

- Oh, Joey, come on.



You know I've had work problems.

I need isolation. I need to be alone.



The creative thing, it's very delicate.



That's great. You hide behind your work,

Flyn's never here, and I inherited Mother.



I see Mother too. I phone her.



Yeah. But you're in Connecticut,

and I end up with all the dirty work.



I can't help it if you feel guilty

about your feelings toward Mother.



I mean, you can't seem to

do enough to make up for it.



- What's that supposed to mean?

- You know. You could never stand her.



I don't believe this. My whole life,

I've only wanted to be her.



Yeah. Well, for a while there,

you were her, weren't you?



- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh, Joey, you know.



All those headaches every time she'd

come home. You never wanted her home.



This is incredible. I mean,

you twist everything I say. I give up.







You OK?



I just experienced the strangest sensation.



Well, you look kinda pale.



It was as if I had a sudden...



clear visión where everything seems...



sort of awful and predatory.



It was like... It was like I was here



and the worid was out there,

and I couldn't bring us together.



Could you have had one of those dreams?






No, because the same thing happened

last week when I was reading upstairs.



I suddenly became

hyper aware of my body.



And I could feel my heart beating,



and I began to imagine that...



I could feel the blood sort of

coursing through my veins



and my hands and in

the back of my... neck.



I felt precarious, like I was

a machine that was functioning



but I could just conk out at any second.



You're not gonna conk out. You gotta put

those kind of thoughts out of your head.



Yeah. It frightens me,

too, you know, because...



I'm not that far from the age when

Mother began showing signs of strain.



You're not your mother.

You're not. You're not.



You've been under stress and you haven't

been sleeping well. Things like that.



What are these?

Are these Joey's photographs?



- Oh, yeah.

- Let me see.



They're not very good, I'm afraid.



No. She doesn't really have an eye.



She's gonna wanna know what you think,

so you'd better get ready.



Poor Joey.



She has all the anguish and anxiety



of the artistic personality

without any of the talent.



And naturally, I'm put in the position

of having to encourage her.



Tell her the truth.

Get it over with. Don't lead her on.



I don't lead her on. I mean,

God, I can't break her heart.



And you know how

competitive she is with me.



I always think it's better

to level with a person.



- Wish you'd done that with me more.

- I did.



No, you didn't.

You flattered me, and I liked it.



Frederick, you're good,

and I've never hesitated to say it.



There's something missing from my work.



I don't know. I don't know if I've lost it

or I never had it, or what.



You're capable of being extraordinary

and you've stopped for spite.



No, not for spite!



I'll get back to it someday.



You throw everything away to spite me.



Let's not talk about it. OK?






What are you gonna say to Joey?



She should marry Michael and stop her

worrying about being so damn creative.



Sometimes she just annoys me.





 Jimmy's getting excited.

It's an exciting thing to be a Christian,



and I have a gentleman

who's a friend of mine,



a fairly new friend, but our friendship

goes way back to the cross of Calvary.



Roy Schwartz, it's a delight

to have you here today.



Now, Roy, you are by

birth what nationality?



- A Hebrew.

- A Hebrew.



When I was talking about

God's chosen people -



you're probably aware, you've studied

your history, you're involved in this -



what part did the Jewish people

and the nation of Israel



have in God's timepiece today?



- You're late.

- I'm sorry.



It's    minutes.



The traffic was unbearable. I'm sorry.



- You should take that into account.

- Could we drop this? My head is splitting.



- What's the matter?

- What do you think? I'm pregnant.



- Thought you might be.

- I'm goddamned annoyed!



- We'll take care of it.

- Naturally, we'll take care of it.



Joey, I said we'll take care of it.

It's nothing.



I'm so stupid! How can I be so careless?



All right, it happens. We could have the

kid. It wouldn't be the end of the worid.



- For me it would be.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.



Oh, Michael. I've thought about it.



It's absurd. How could we have a kid?

I don't even know where my life is going.



- Maybe it's not such a great idea.

- You don't think so either?



I guess not.



- Well, what happened to you?

- Nothing. I'm sorry.



- We found something for the bedroom.

- This won't be too expensive, I hope.



- It's a little more...

- We had this...



Can we not get into a financial dispute?



It's right over here. I think you'll like it.



- Your father's back from Greece.

- Is he?



You know he's back. You're having

dinner with him tomorrow at Renata's.



Renata told me. Were you not going to?



- Yes. I just know how you are on that.

- Will you talk to him? He listens to you.



He's a grown man.

He makes his own decisions.



But he puts great store

by what you have to say.



If he wants to move back in with you,

he will. If he doesn't, he won't.



- Why are you so reluctant to help me?

- Reluctant? I do nothing but cater to you.



It's as though you don't

care if we're together.



Why wouldn't I want you to be happy?

But you shouldn't delude yourself.



Will you tell him how well I've been

doing? That my work is flourishing again?



- That my mood swings are less rapid?

- He doesn't care.



He just wants to know that

I'm on an even keel, that's all.



- Leave me alone.

- Joey...



- Just leave me out of this!

- Where are you going?



Maybe it wouldn't be

so bad to have a child.



- Oh, please.

- Sometimes just taking...



- I can't. OK?

- You mean you won't.



Why do you stay with me? I don't

understand. I give you nothing but grief.



You should take the job at the advertising

agency, and we should maybe get settled.



Yeah, right! If I start writing copy

and having kids, I'd never get out of it.



I'd be swallowed up in

some anonymous lifestyle.



I wanna do something with my life.



- Now I'm guilty cos I left my mother.

- She'll be fine.



- Oh, a lot you care.

- It's your mother that can't stand me.



- Well...

- I hope the cat isn't in the kitchen.



Cory's gonna go upstairs

and play for a while.



I'll see you later, all right? Bye-bye.



 I could get 'em out in a month.



Then you wouldn't have

anything left to say. Right?




- Dad.



He was so excited when I spoke to him.



He saw that terrible movie

that Flyn was in on the plane.



- Come in.

- Good to see you.



The traffic in this town

is getting impossible.









- Hi, Joey.

- Hi, Daddy.



- Renata.

- Hello, Dad.



- Hi. This is Pearl.

- Hello.



- Hi.

- I'm Mike. This is Joey.



- Glad to meet you. Hi.

- Hello.



- Frederick.

- Hi.



Um, would you like anything to drink?



Whatever Arthur's having's fine.



Why don't you sit there? It's the

only comfortable place in the house.



It's good to be back.



I'm sure you must have enjoyed Athens.



You can't beat Greece

for sand and blue water.



And the food! I could eat lamb six

times a day. And that's with an ouzo.



The only problem I had

was nobody spoke English.



Everybody understood

what was important.



Did you get a chance to see

any of the temples, architecture?



Oh, yes. It's so wonderful.

You're steeped in history.



We saw some great examples

from the fifth century BC.



Remember that temple?

Beautifully preserved.



- Tell you the truth, I prefer the beaches.

- She could sit in the sun all day.



That's enough ruins.

How many ruins can you see?



But that hot sand,

blue water - that's for me.



Maybe we should continue this

conversation in the other room.



First time I went to Europe,

with my first husband, years ago,



all we saw was churches.

One cathedral led to another.



They were beautiful but... you see two or

three, then enough already. All the day...



- You knew he was bringing someone?

- Yes. Didn't I mention it?



Give me a good sirloin anytime.



Charcoal. They talk about

club steaks and porterhouse?



Sirloin, charcoal and blood rare.



Pearl's husband was something of a chef.



He was an amateur chef.



He was in the jewellery business,

my first husband, may he rest in peace.



- Adam, my second, was an orthodontist.

- How many have you had?



Two. Adam had a massive coronary.

Rudy was an alcoholic.



- More gravy?

- No, no, no. It's too heavy.



Ah, what are you worried about?

It's delicious. Try it.



- Where are you from, Pearl?

- Florida.



Oh, we lived all over the place when I

was younger, but I prefer a warm climate.



I even lived in Australia for a year.



With my sister Fay, when Adam died.



I went nuts. It's dead there.



I was in Sydney, Australia, once.



Oh. Was I lying? Did you like it?



It was just a vacation.

I was only there a couple of days.



Lucky. It's like a morgue. Nothing to do

at night, no pizzazz. I couldn't take that.



Here's a woman who could

go dancing every night.



You know what I say: You only live once,

but once is enough if you play it right.



- Do you have any children, Pearl?

- Oh, yes. I have two sons.



Lewis and John.



Lewis is in real estate.

John runs an art gallery.






In the lobby in Caesars Palace

in Las Vegas.



It's not exactly a gallery,

it's more a concessión.



- Paintings of clowns on black velvet?

- That's right, junk.



Oh, it's pure junk, but people like it. They

get a kick out of it. He does very nicely.



- Pearl collects African art.

- Oh. Oh, I love black ebony.



I own some statues.

Actually, they're from Trinidad.



Oh, I love those real primitive statues

with the big hips and the big breasts.



Oh, I even have some voodoo

masks. I believe in that stuff.



I could tell your fortune,

but I need cards. Later, maybe.



This couple we met were raving about it,



so I cabled from the office to get tickets.

I'm glad I did. It was fabulous.



 We thought it was interesting.



But depressing as hell. It was

pessimistic to the point of futility.



Fashionable pessimism

is all the rage nowadays.



When they sentenced those Algerians

to death, I thought it was a good ending.



 You call that fashionable,

but it's hard to argue



that in the face of death,

life loses real meaning.



- It is?

- Well, I can't argue it succinctly,



but if you've read Socrates or Buddha,

Schopenhauer, even Ecclestiastes,



they're very convincing.



Well, they should know.

I don't read that much.



What struck me was the way the

terrorists only killed if they had to.



Never wantonly, just if they

had to, to achieve their aims.



I was very moved when that Algerian boy

said he killed in the name of freedom.



- It gave me chills.

- It's killing for an abstraction.



Why? You value the life of a single person

over the lives of thousands of others?



I don't know. I mean, who are those

thousands? It's another abstraction.



To me, the conflict over

the giving of the information



between the French doctor and the

Algerian was the best part of the play.



I know. The writer argued both sides so

brilliantly you didn't know who was right.



I didn't get that. I mean,

to me, it wasn't such a big deal.



One guy was a squealer.

I liked the guy that wasn't.



It's a little more complex

than that, don't you think?



Why? You liked the squealer?

Did I miss something?



That's what made me

anxious about the play. I mean,



how do you figure out

the right thing to do?



How do you know?



How do you know? I don't know.

You just know, you feel it. I mean...



You just don't squeal. I don't know.



Anyway, it was a good evening

in the theatre for a change.



I'd love another piece of cheesecake but...



Well, have it. What are

you worried about?



You'll live to be     if you give up

all the things that make you want to.



Am I the only one or is it hot in here?



Can we open a window?



OK. Ready?



- Uh-huh.

- OK. Pick a card.



- Any one.

- There you go.



OK. Put it back. Any place, any place.



All right. OK. Watch.



- I'm ready.

- All right.



Now we shuffle.



Now you... All right.



- What?

- No, nothing. Just go ahead.



- Is it that?

- No.



- That?

- No.



- That?

- Wrong.



- It's none of those three.

- None of those.



OK. Not that one.



- Not that one.

- No.



- That one.

- Jesus, that's fantastic.



- How did you do that?

- Oh, what's the difference?



That is a miraculous card trick.



And I was watching really closely.

Where did you learn that?



I'm a gal that's been around. I've

picked up a lot of useless information.



You tell fortunes. You do card

tricks. You do séances, too?



Nuh-uh. Not me. I figure whatever's

out there, it's their business.



Besides, you think I wanna

bring back my ex-husband?



As soon as possible,

Pearl and I are gonna get married.



Oh, God.



- That's gonna sink Mother.

- She'll get over it.



- Easy for you to say.

- It's not easy.



- How long have you known her, Dad?

- Now, a month.



A month? Isn't that a little hasty?



- We've spent a lot of time together.

- That's a lot of time?



I expect you all at the wedding.



Flyn, too. I insist that

Flyn fly in and meet Pearl.



- The whole thing does seem a bit fast.

- It's gonna be fine.



She's a nice woman.

She's kind. She's affectionate.



Christ, I'm    years old, I wanna relax.



I'm happy just to lie

on the beach with her.



I like it that she's full of energy

and demonstrative and open.



You just met her. She's a widow,

and you're a wealthy man.



- So she's after my money?

- She's not saying...



- Why? Is that so far-fetched?

- I won't dignify that.



Don't get upset. A man in

your position has to be careful.



You don't know her yet.

She's a fine woman, and I love her.



It's going to be the worst possible

thing that could happen to Mother.



I can't believe she imagines

we'll get back together.



She imagines it because

everyone except me leads her on.



- I don't wanna hear that story.

- It's true.



And all that talk about a trial separation?

You were never coming back.



I wanted to let her down easily.

She's such a fragile thing.



She is not a thing. We all treat her like

a hospital patient. She's a human being.



Your idea of treating her like a human

being is to throw cold water on her hopes.



What hopes?



It was bound to happen. The most that

we could do was postpone it a little bit.



- You're all she lives for.

- Don't give me that...



- Now you're abandoning her for this...

- Joey, don't you go any further.



Dad, don't get upset. Don't get all riled up.



And don't think I don't notice you looking

at her in a judgmental, superior way.



You're imagining things.



We knew about your affairs before, but

your choices were a little more discreet!



Joey, shut up! Dad, she's upset.



Joey, you know how much

your opinion means to me.



- She's a vulgarian.

- Joey, be quiet!



I don't wanna discuss this.



I think you should do as you feel,

with our blessing.



- Joey, I count on you.

- I'm sorry. I can't help it.



Will you tell him it's OK?

Obviously it's your approval he needs.



- He had no trouble getting yours.

- It doesn't mean as much as yours.



I want the support of all my daughters!



I'm not just here to make

sacrifices and foot the bills.



It's time you thought of me!





 I'm sorry to hurry lunch,



but I wanted you to see this before

the place gets cluttered up with people.



When you wrote from Greece

you were telling me about



the mosaics in the Orthodox churches.



But look at this, all these mosaics.

There, behind the altar.



And in a Romanesque church.

Isn't that amazing?



And look at that. And here

in New York. It's really incredible.



 Quite surprising.



It makes me homesick for our trips.



All those churches, you must have

seen a lot when you were there.



- Yes.

- Be so marvellous to forget everything



and take a nice slow trip to the Far East.



It might get us back on the right track.



Eve, I said I had something

I wanted to say to you.






I think we should finalise our divorce.



You do?



Yeah. Sooner or later

we've got to face reality



and try to make new lives for ourselves.



It's very funny, because I thought

that's what might be on your mind.



- It's not the end of the worid.

- It's not?



I think it's goddamn terrible!



Eve, everything's going to be just fine.



Oh, I know that it's a little... soon

perhaps to talk about a reconciliation,



but I don't see why we

have to finalise our divorce.



I don't see why we can't

just go on the way we are.



- We should be free to make other plans.

- Like what?



Well, in the event that we meet

other people, become involved.



- You wanna remarry? Is that it?

- I'm not discussing that.



- Have you met someone?

- No.



Oh, you're lying. Of course you've met

someone. Why don't you be honest?



- Yes, I have. But if you're gonna make...

- I don't wanna hear any more.



I talked with your doctor.



- You talked to Dr Lobel behind my back?

- Not behind your back. Discreetly.



You've discussed this with Dr Lobel

behind my back. It's so humiliating.



Eve, it's your doctor and myself.

Now, how private can one be?



And he assured you that I can handle it.

Is that right? How humiliating!



You're not humiliated.



Oh, I just wanna die.



Now stop that.



I just hate my life!





Oh, I can't... I can't breathe!









Oh. Ahh. Oh, God, it's good to see you.



- No, it's good to see you.

- You look terrific.



You really do. That's a great sweater.



- Oh, no.

- It really is.



- You've seen this sweater before.

- No, I haven't. It's terrific.



Are you tanned, Renny?

You been somewhere?



Why? Do I have on too much make-up?



- You're the one that looks great.

- I don't. I'm heavy.



No. I've gained weight.



My plane flight was so bumpy,

I thought I was gonna die.



I made such a fool of myself with

the man next to me. Really did.



- Have you met Pearl?

- Yes. She's not what I expected.



No. God. God, isn't it strange

being back in the house again?



- Yeah.

- Have you spoken with Mother?



Oh, yes. We're gonna have

dinner one night this week.



- How's she holding up?

- Better than we expected. Right, Joey?



She took it very badly at first.



But after the initial shock,

she seemed to come out of it.



Joey feels that all of her

Jesus Christ nonsense is a help.



- Whatever works.

- Hello, Flyn.



- Michael. Gosh, hi.

- Nice to see you.



It's good to see you, too. Joey, you

have to tell me what you're up to.



Yet another job. In an ad agency.



- That's fabulous.

- No. But it's temporary.



Here we are. I made some

cocktail franks and meatballs.



About time. I'm starved.



We have everything

your little heart desires.






Are you and Dad staying here

or are you gonna take a place in town?



Well, it's a little quiet out

here, but Arthur loves it.



It means redoing so much of the house.



In what way?



Oh, I don't know. There's just

the two of us and it's kinda pale.



Besides, I have so much furniture and

pictures, this place'd be like a warehouse.



Would you like to hear some music?



 Do I look older?






Yeah, I mean it. Do you think I look older?



No. Why would you think that?



I don't know. I don't know, I...



I look in the mirror and I feel discouraged.

Now I see you and you don't change at all.



No, you don't change. Your skin,

it's like cream. Look at your skin.



I work at it.



No, I don't think that's it.



I have a few good years, then my youth

will be frozen on celluloid for TV movies.



Come on, Flyn. You're more than just

beautiful. You know you have talent.



- Don't pump me up.

- Why do you say that?



I know what I am.

Look, I'm not treated seriously.



When really classy projects

come along I get passed over.



If it wasn't for the stupid

televisión industry...



You have always been so

self-deprecating. You know that.






No, you're the gifted one in this

family, Renny. I'm proud of you.



 I wish you lived here,

I really do. Every time I see you, I...



It just reminds me

how much I do miss you.



How's Frederick?



He's angry. He's teaching when

he really wants to be writing.



Teaching can't be taught anyway. He's

taking his rage out in these critical pieces



under the guise of high standards.



I don't know. I guess I...



- I don't think I've been very good for him.

- Oh, Renny, he idolises you.



- We ought to get back.

- No, I think I'm gonna stay a while longer.



OK. I'll see you back there.






You know I want you to be happy.

I want you both to be happy.



Tell her.



Tell Pearl.



I know she puts on a gay facade,

but... she knows how you feel.



Tell her.



Will you?






You look deep in thought.



 I'm deep in vodka.



Would you help me get my boots off?



That's the best offer I had all year.



I paid     bucks for these boots

and they kill my feet.



I did a terrible thing last week.



I wrote about this friend's book.

Not a very good book.



I pointed that out. Which is

what I was getting paid to do.



But I was extremely cruel about it.



And I took great pleasure in my cruelty.



My anger scares me.



I don't like what I'm becoming.



I happen to think you're

a very impressive person.



Oh. I think you have

very impressive feet.



And I happen to think

you're very drunk.



Come on, not yet.



Yes. Thank you.



 We are gathered together

here in the presence of this company



to join this man and this woman

in the bonds of matrimony.



Arthur, will you have this

woman as your wedded wife,



to live together in the ordinances

and estate of matrimony?



Will you love her, comfort her,



honour and keep her

in sickness and in health,



and, forsaking all others, keep you only

unto her so long as you both do live?



 I will.



Pearl, will you have this man

as your wedded husband,



to live together in the ordinances

and estate of matrimony?



Will you love him, comfort him,



honour and keep him

in sickness and in health,



and, forsaking all others, keep you only

unto him so long as you both do live?



 I will.



In as much as Arthur and Pearl

have consented together in wedlock,



and have witnessed the

same before this company,



and thereto have pledged

each to the other,



and have declared the same

by joining of hands,



I, in accordance with

the authority invested in me



by the law of the State of New York,



do announce that they

are husband and wife.



You may kiss the bride.



 Well, Arthur, friends...








Jesus. I don't think I've ever

seen him dance before in his life.






OK. Don't forget.



- Let me get you some champagne.

- That would be perfect.



Come on, baby.



Oh, my!







Jesus Christ, be careful!



- You've had too much to drink.

- Just cos I don't act like an animal!



- That's enough!

- Oh, please! Just leave me alone!










Oh, Frederick, you're drunk.



C'mon. You're always flirting with me.






Yes. You flirt. You like to be looked at.



Otherwise you don't exist,

except in somebody else's eyes.



Stop it, Frederick. You're drunk.



No, I'm celebrating. You got

a new mother. She's a hot number.



Can't you feel the heat?






It's been such a long time since I made

love to a woman I didn't feel inferior to.



Or am I being tactless?






Is that you?



You shouldn't be here.



Not tonight.



I'll take you home.



You look so strange and tired.



I feel like we're in a dream together.



Please don't look so sad.



It makes me feel so guilty.



I'm so consumed with guilt.



It's ironic...



because, uh... I've cared for you so...



And you have nothing but

disdain for me, and yet I feel guilty.



I think you're... really too perfect



to live in this worid.



I mean, all the...

beautifully furnished rooms,



carefully-designed interiors,

everything's so controlled.



There wasn't any room

for any real feelings.






Between any of us.



Except Renata,



who never gave you the time of day.



You worship Renata.



You worship talent.



Well, what happens to

those of us who can't create?



What do we do? What do I do, when I'm

overwhelmed with feelings about life?



How do I get them out?



I feel such rage toward you!



Oh, Mother.



Don't you see?



You're... not just a sick woman.



That would be too easy.



The truth is...



there's been perverseness



and wilfulness of attitude



in many of the things you've done.



At the centre of a sick psyche

there is a sick spirit.



But I love you.



And we have no other choice

but to forgive each other.



- Are you talking to someone?

- Yes, uh...



I thought I heard voices.



- Mother?

- Yes?






You said "mother" and I said "yes".
















 After the funeral service,

we all returned to the beach house.



I couldn't help experiencing

some very nostalgic memories.



Naturally, of my mother...



and, pleasantly, of the few

warmer moments we'd known.



I recalled how beautiful she was, dressing

to go out for the evening with my father.



And of how Renata looked up

to her, and her ideas about art.



And how Flyn was so

impressed as a tiny girl



when Mother decorated

a Christmas tree.



I felt compelled to write

these thoughts down.



They seemed very powerful to me.



Water's so calm.






It's very peaceful.

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