Andy?
Are you okay?
Yes.
Sure. I'm fine.
Good.
Well, I had a really nice time.
Yeah. Me, too.
Of course, you know I've always had a really nice time with you.
Same here.
But...
Yeah?
- You understand? - Uh-huh.
Well, the food here was excellent.
I'm gonna recommend it to my sisters.
How many stars did it get?
Three and a half.
- (begins to sob) - Oh...
(coughing)
Do you feel better now?
- Me, too. - Sorry.
It's really... It's good we had this talk.
Yeah.
Before things went too far, you know?
- Got too serious. - Yeah.
(mumbling)
- Are you sure? - Oh, yes.
Is it someone else?
No. It's just you.
Hey, I want to show you something I got you.
- For me? - Here, open it up.
But, Andy...
This is...
Oh...
Oh, this is beautiful.
Thanks.
It's a Gainsevoort reproduction.
Boston, late 1880's.
I sent away for it right after we had our...
...first date.
Oh, I just love it. It's...
(sighs)
It's a collector's item.
Yeah.
It is pretty special.
(sighs deeply)
It almost makes me want to learn how to smoke.
(both begin to laugh)
Hey, look at the back.
(gasps) Uhh.
That's a forty-karat, gold plated,
inlaid base.
Oh, Andy, I just love it. It's...
this really means something to me.
I'll always treasure it as... a token.
No you won't.
'Cause this is for the girl who loves me.
The girl who cares about me, for who I am.
Not what I look like.
I just wanted you to know what you'd be missing.
You think I don't appreciate art.
You think I don't understand fashion.
You think I'm not hip.
You think I'm pathetic.
A nerd.
A lard-ass fatso.
You think I'm shit.
Well, you're wrong.
'Cause I'm champagne.
And you're shit!
And till the day you die...
you...
not me...
will always be shit.
I dunno...
but whenever I see her, I just wanna...
you know, I wanna...
undress her...
I wanna tie her up.
I wanna pump her...
pump, pump, pump,
till she screams bloody murder.
And then I wanna...
flip her ass over and pump her even more.
And so hard that my dick shoots right through her.
And that my...
come squirts out her mouth.
And not that I could ever...
...actually do that.
See...
if she only knew how I felt.
Deep down I really cared for her...
respected her...
she would love me back.
Maybe.
Oh, she doesn't even know I exist.
I mean, she knows I exist...
I mean we are neighbors, you know, we...
you know, smile politely at each other, but...
I don't know if I could ever really begin to talk to her,
I mean, what could I talk about?
I have nothing to talk about, I'm boring.
That I know.
I've been told before, so don't tell me it's not true.
'Cause it's a fact. I bore people.
People look at me and they get bored.
People listen to me and they zone out...
...bored. Who is that boring person?
They think...
"I have never before met anyone so boring."
And for her to see how boring I am...
(to himself) A gallon of skim milk.
A dozen eggs...
...one of those disposable cameras for the weekend.
Stop at the 7-11 on the way home...
I got to get the dry cleaning, for Trish.
I've got to check Billy's homework...
and call Mrs. Mitchell about her appointment on Tuesday...
reschedule the dentist.
But do you know what I'm gonna do?
(Bill to himself) I gotta get the dog cleaned...
The next time I see her...
as soon as I see her...
I'm just gonna tell her...
I'm gonna tell her that I, uh...
find her...
...attractive.
Good evening, Miss Jordan.
(nervously) How, how's it going?
Okay.
(elevator door opens)
- See ya. - Yeah.
(phone beeps - dial tone)
(mumbling) I'm gonna fuck you so hard,
you'll be coming out of your ears.
Fuck you...
(dialing beeps)
(ringing)
- Man: Yeah? - (clicks phone off)
No, fuck you.
I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you...
...really hard.
So hard you won't even...
(ringing)
Woman: Hello?
Hello, is this Claire?
- Woman: Who is this? - (clicks phone off)
- (screams) - Die, Aunt Joy! Die!
- Timmy! - It's okay, Trish.
He's just going through a phase. Leave him alone.
- I know, but... - It's okay. I'm strong enough.
- (begins to sob) - I blame it on cartoons,
they are so full of violence.
What's with the people that are making cartoons.
That's what you have to-- Joy?
- (sobbing) - Joy, what's the matter?
I don't know what it is, but I feel there's so much...
hostility directed at me.
Honey, did another guy dump you?
No, I--
I just feel terrible.
Aww, Sweetie. Timmy didn't mean it.
I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just...
I'm overworked, that's all.
It's okay.
It's okay, 'cause now maybe you'll listen to me.
What?
- You have got to eat red meat. - Oh, Trish.
I knew that's how you'd react, but I'm telling you, it's true.
I've been watching you.
My doctor says just once a month.
I know.
Really. It's the best thing for the skin.
- It'll clear it right up. - What's wrong with my skin?
Well it's fine now, but...
in another few years...
Please, Joy.
You know I'm just speaking to you for your own good.
I know. I know. Thanks.
- I'm so happy. - You are?
Yeah. I mean being around you and the kids
and you know, Kooki.
- You really are? - Yeah.
Oh, honey, I'm so happy you're happy.
'Cause all this time I've been thinking you were so miserable.
Oh, Trish. That's too funny, when I couldn't be happier.
You know, it's just with your music career--
Oh, my career's fine.
Oh, I know. I know, it will be. I just know it.
And then you'll move out of mom and dad's.
- Real soon. - And you'll meet Mr. Right.
Oh, I will.
Already I feel I'm off to a fresh start.
That's right. Just because you hit thirty
doesn't mean you can't be fresh anymore.
You know Joy, I've never told you this before...
but now that we're older, and...
I feel so bonded to you.
Well, the truth is...
I know this is gonna sound horrible...
but I feel I have to be open with you,
and get beyond all the barriers,
and the sibling nonsense.
The truth is I always thought you'd never amount to much.
That you would end up alone, without a career.
It's what we all thought.
Mom, Dad, Helen...
...everyone.
I always prayed we'd all be wrong, but,
somehow you always seemed so doomed to failure.
But now I see that's not true.
There's a glimmer of hope for you after all.
I'm sorry, I'm repeating myself.
I'm just really happy for you.
(both sigh)
(screaming - hollering in panic)
(gunfire continues)
Psychiatrist: And how is this different?
I don't kill myself at the end.
Do you see this as something positive?
Gee, well... I don't know.
How do you feel at the end?
Much better.
I wake up happy...
feeling good...
but then I'll get depressed because I'm living in reality.
What about your family?
Trish is good to me.
But, still no sex.
No...
but, she's not too interested either, so...
really there's no problem there
when you think about it...
on a certain level.
(panting)
- Hi. - Hi, hon, how's work?
Oh, fine.
Hey, Billy. What's going on?
Nothing.
He's depressed.
- Well is anything the matter? - I don't want to talk about it.
Ignore him. He just wants attention.
He thinks you'll be impressed.
So anyway, Joy came by.
- How's she doing? - I dunno, I'm concerned.
She's not like me. She doesn't have it all.
She pretends to be happy, but, you can see right through her,
she's miserable.
Why do you think that?
To be frank, she's lazy.
She's not a go-getter.
She's so picky.
I gave Damien Ross her phone number,
and Joy sounded interested, but I dunno.
I'm afraid to say it, but it's what I believe.
She'll always be alone.
- We're all alone. - Oh, Bill.
Sometimes I wonder how any of your patients can talk to you.
Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever stop.
I should tape some for you.
Would you? Would you really?
- So I could listen, too? - No.
Come on, you're such a tease. I wouldn't tell anyone.
Right. 'Cause you're so secretive.
Maybe not as secretive as you.
What secret would you like me to tell you?
Like how come no matter how much you treat me like shit...
I can't help lovin' you even more?
- Dad? - Yes, Billy.
What does "come" mean?
"Come?"
You know...
Well, you know sometimes your penis gets erect?
Well, sometimes it gets so excited that a sticky,
milky substance shoots out.
Dickwad?
Yes, only "come" can be used as a verb as well.
- Billy... - Yeah?
Have you ever come?
Yeah.
Billy, it's all right if you haven't.
But, I have.
- Billy? - But...
everyone else in class has and...
I want to come, too.
It's okay. It's okay.
Have you tried playing with yourself?
You mean...
With your penis.
A little.
How did it feel?
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
Do you want me to show you?
No. No.
I'm not normal.
Oh, no, Billy.
- (Billy begins to cry) - Don't worry, you're normal.
Hey...
you'll come one day.
You'll see.
Man: I'm turning on the dishwasher.
- Where's my valium? - Man: What?
Never mind.
Fuckin' asshole.
(telephone rings)
You answer it, bastard.
Man: Mona, it's Trish.
- Hi, Trish. - Hi, mom. How are you?
Oh, I'm fine.
How are you?
- Trish: Fine. - Good.
Trish: Did you watch Leno last night?
Mom?
(begins to sob) He's leaving me.
Your father's leaving me.
Mom, what are you talking about?
Trish, can you keep this top secret?
Yes. Yes of course I can, mom.
He says...
He says he doesn't love me anymore.
- I'm sure he doesn't mean it. - He does fucking mean it.
He wants a divorce.
He said the word "divorce"?
What? You don't believe me?
- You talk to him, okay? Lenny? - Yeah.
It's Trish, she wants to talk to you.
- Yeah, Trish? - Is it true what mom said?
- What? - You want a divorce?
Mona, what are you telling the kids?
She'll call you back.
Did I use the word "divorce"?
You... You said you didn't want to live with me.
Answer the question, did I use the word "divorce"?
You said that you didn't love me.
Did I use the word "divorce"?
No.
Good. I just wanted to make that clear.
Now sit down next to me. Come on.
Sit down.
(shouts) Sit down!
(sighs deeply)
Lenny, why?
I don't know.
I just want to be alone.
I can let you be alone more if that's what you want.
It's not that. Things change...
People change.
I want out.
It's Diane, isn't it?
Diane?
You're in love with Diane Freed.
Oh, get outta here. Please.
You're in love with someone. It's someone younger probably.
- Wrong. - Lenny...
it's okay, I'm not dumb.
Things happen. I'll get over it.
I wish you had done this twenty years ago.
Now I'll have to get another fucking face-lift.
I'm in love with no one.
- With no one? - No one.
Okay, then.
Schmuck.
Woman: You know people are always putting New Jersey down.
None of my friends can actually believe I live here.
But that's just because they don't get it.
I'm living in a state of irony.
Helen, are you sure you don't want to have dinner with me tonight?
Oh, I can't.
I'm giving another reading book-signing at Barnes & Noble,
then Jamal's taking me out,
although I promised Flavio.
(sighs) I hate Saturday nights.
Everybody wants me, Joy, you have no idea.
I know, it's that I,
I wrote a new song, and I thought you'd come over,
- I could play it for you-- - Can you hold on?
I'm sorry, Joy, hold on.
- (phone beeps) - Hello?
Oh, Salman. Hold on one second.
(beeps)
Joy, I'm so sorry I have to take this, it's London.
I'll talk to you soon. Okay, bye-bye.
Bye.
(telephone rings)
Hello?
Hi. Um...
How are you?
Is this...
Damien?
Yeah. How ya doin'?
Oh, fine. Trish told me you might be calling.
Yeah.
(chuckles) Well, I know how weird these things can be,
but, I've always had such faith in Trish's judgment,
I just thought, why not?
It's not like I have a huge social life...
I do have a social life, it's just not huge.
- Same here. - Really?
That's so nice to hear. Most people seem so confident.
Yeah.
- Or they're real jerks. - (banging)
What are you doing?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I just trying to thaw this steak,
and it's so hard, and I... (laughs)
- I'm sorry. - No, no.
Don't stop because of me.
Well, I feel I'm being so rude.
No, no, not at all.
Well, thanks.
- Are you alone? - Yeah I'm alone.
Nobody's listening in. Don't worry.
God, you're just like me.
- What are you wearing? - You mean when we go out?
Where do you want to go?
I'm pretty easy to please. I hate getting all dressed up.
What are you wearing now?
Just a pair of jeans, why?
- Are they tight? - Not too tight.
Actually they fit pretty good.
- But why do you want to know...? - Not the jeans, underneath.
What are you wearing underneath? Check.
Underneath? Well...
- Damien, underneath is just... - (grunts)
This isn't Damien, is it?
Are you all wet? Is your pussy all wet?
- (phone hangs up) - (moans)
(doorbell rings)
- Who is it? - Woman: It's your neighbor, Kristina.
(door squeaks open)
Hey, what's up?
Did you hear what happened to Pedro?
- Who's Pedro? - You know, the night doorman.
Oh, yeah. What?
He was found bludgeoned to death in his apartment this morning.
- Ugh. - Yeah. And supposedly...
- ...his penis was missing. - Ugh!
Anyway, Carla in 2B, she's collecting money for the funeral,
you know, if you feel like it.
Apparently he had no family.
No one, no friends. If I'd had known.
I did always say "hi," I think.
Yeah, me, too...
If it's the guy I'm thinking of.
By the way, I have an extra ticket to the playoffs tonight.
Maybe you want to come with me?
Hah, uh... Thanks.
I've got too much work.
I just wanted to tell you about Pedro.
- Thanks. - Okay. See ya.
♪ It seems the things I've wanted in my life ♪
♪ I've never had ♪
♪ And so it's no surprise that living only leaves me sad ♪
♪ Happiness, where are you? ♪
♪ I've searched so long for you ♪
♪ Happiness, what are you? ♪
♪ I haven't got a clue ♪
♪ Happiness, why do you have to stay... ♪
♪ So far away... ♪
♪ From me? ♪
♪ When I'm in despair and life has turned into a mess ♪
♪ I know I don't dare to end my search for happiness ♪
♪ Happiness, where are you? ♪
(telephone rings)
Hello?
Hello. This is detective Berman from the County Police Department.
I'd like to speak to Miss Joy Jordan.
- This is she. - I'm so sorry, I've got another call.
Hello?
Yeah, lieutenant. Hi. How ya doing?
They pronounced the guy DOA.
The door was locked from the inside.
All the property's here, suicide note.
Looks like a pill vodka OD, with a bag over his head.
Yeah. Hi, Miss Jordan, I'm back.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Jordan.
But, ah...
I'm afraid I've got some really bad news for you
in regards to an acquaintance of yours
by the name of Andrew Kornbluth.
(sobbing - sniffing)
Joy...
- (sighs) - Are you okay?
Yeah, sure. I'm fine.
What's the matter?
(sighs - sniffs)
Andy's dead.
- Andy? - Yeah.
Who's Andy?
You know, the guy who used to work...
right over there in that corner.
- You mean where Pam's sitting? - Yeah.
Was he kind of tall and a little hunched?
No. He was...
a little shortish. A little squarish.
Joy, I'm not sure.
Did he work here long?
A year, maybe a little longer.
Kay...
Kay. Kay.
Do you remember a guy named Andy who used to work here,
over where Pam is now?
No. Why? What happened?
- He died. - Huh.
- Which one was he? - I'm not sure.
Maybe Tom knows. Tom?
I'm sorry, I don't. But you know,
I do remember a guy, vaguely, who worked over there...
I think. But, I'm not really sure.
How did he die?
Yeah, Joy, how did he die?
(phone beeps)
Sales, may I help you?
- Woman: Joy Jordan? - Yes.
This is Andy's mother.
I hope you fucking rot in hell.
Joy, was he kind of Latino looking?
And a little acne scarred?
Oh, yeah. You know, like uh, what's-his-name.
- The actor... - Yeah. Sure.
That was him.
- That's it. That actor. - What's that actor's name?
- What actor? - It has an A in it...
it's uh, oh you know, something, something, something.
- Oh, I know. - I can picture his face.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(begins to sob)
Joe something.
If I go thought the alphabet, I can usually picture their name.
It's um...
Uh, I don't know why I suggested this place.
Joy recommended it.
Well, at least we're together.
I never get to see you, you're so busy.
- You're so busy. - No, you are.
- No, you are.
- I guess I am. - Me, too.
If I have to do one more interview...
I guess it's hard, huh?
Success.
I'm just so tired of being admired all the time.
I mean all these men, they're...
...they're beautiful, artistic minds,
great sex, the whole package...
...but, hollow.
You know what I mean?
I feel nobody's honest with me.
Nobody wants me...
...for me.
They're not family.
Oh, Trish I wish I had your life.
Husband, kids, carpool.
I may have it all.
But, I wonder what my life might have been like if I'd actually,
tried to write a novel.
I'm sure it would have been good.
Well, maybe I will write one.
You should.
Just try.
No. I don't need that kind of success.
Listen to us...
we who have everything while Joy...
- ...what does she have? - (sighs) You're so right.
She's just getting older.
Last night she called while I was in bed with Huraki...
I think.
She was in tears.
- She told me she quit her job. - Oh, God, no.
That's her lifeline.
She said she wanted to change her life.
Do "good." Work with the poor and the needy.
I don't get it.
Don't even try. She doesn't understand,
she is good.
She doesn't need to do good.
What about her music career?
I don't know. But don't hold your breath.
Listen, anyway...
this is all top secret. She doesn't want anyone to know.
(sarcastically) Oh, but, she told you?
She felt she could trust me.
'Cause she always thought I was someone
that she could confide in.
Did you speak to mom?
You mean about the split up?
Oh... I...
I thought that was all top secret?
Just for Joy.
Sensitive Joy. Everyone else knows.
Oh.
Waiter: Can I get you ladies anything else?
- Coffee? Dessert? - No thank you, just the check, please.
Thank you.
Thanks for lunch.
I really enjoyed this.
(pickets chanting) Benefits! Benefits! We want benefits!
Benefits! Benefits! We want benefits!
You know, there are people in real need in there.
The fucking management's in there.
What about the refugees?
- What about our benefits? - (chanting continues)
I'm sorry. I think you're all making a terrible mistake.
(crowd begins to chant) Scab! Scab! Scab...!
(pickets heard outside)
That's so sad.
I mean, really, it's pathetic.
Such losers.
Really, I feel sorry for them.
- What is it? What happened? - They called me a scab.
Oh, you're not a scab.
You're a strikebreaker.
- (bell rings) - Good luck.
Hello.
My name is Joy Jordan.
I am your new teacher.
- Now... - You are scab.
(broken English) Where Marsha?
Marsha? Well...
- Marsha... - We want Marsha!
(class begins chanting) We want Marsha! We want Marsha!
(shouts) Quiet!
Please.
I am not a scab.
I am a strikebreaker.
(cheering)
All right.
Good job.
(cheering)
Don't fuck this up.
- Come on. - Let's go, Johnny.
Come on. You can do it.
Bill, I don't know.
Maybe I should talk to you.
You're supposed to be a specialist in these things, aren't you?
Well, I don't know. That depends.
Look...
...my son's a fag, I'm not blind to these things.
How come you're so sure he's...
...gay?
Are you kidding?
Well, it's just, sometimes appearances can be deceiving.
And besides, even if you're right,
there's not much you can do... is there?
What do you think will happen if I got him uh...
professional, you know?
A professional?
Hooker.
One that could teach him things.
First-timers, you know...
break him in.
But, Joe...
he's eleven.
Yeah, you're right. You're right.
It's too late.
He is what he is.
Forget I said anything.
Ah, dad, could Johnny sleep over tonight?
Well, that's up to Joe.
Daddy, may I please sleep over at Billy's tonight?
Sure. Sure. Whatever.
(cheering)
(scuffs) Like girls.
(video game playing)
Come and get it.
Oh, Bill, you shouldn't have.
Here, take. You only live once.
Billy.
- Here, Johnny. - No, thank you, Dr. Maplewood.
Aren't you having any?
Johnny hates chocolate fudge.
Well...
Is there something you'd like instead?
No, thank you, Dr. Maplewood.
What about something to drink?
Leave him alone, honey, he's fine.
No. There must be something.
Do you have any grape Hi C?
Do we, Trish?
I'm afraid not.
- I'll go pick some up. - Bill, don't be silly.
He doesn't need anything, it's late.
Do you have any tuna salad?
Would you like a sandwich?
Yes, please.
We're going to bed. Timmy can barely keep his eyes open.
You boys don't stay up too late, huh?
Okay.
Here we are.
Hey, what happened to Billy?
I don't know.
I guess he just conked out.
Bedtime for Billy. Here we go.
Aren't you gonna eat the sandwich?
In a minute.
Take your time.
Is your game almost over?
This is the bonus round.
I... I have
some cereal or a hot dog?
No thank you.
Dr. Maplewood?
Yeah.
Would it be all right if I ate this tomorrow?
Well... sure but...
I don't know if it's gonna taste any good tomorrow.
How is it?
Actually, it's really good.
(birds chirping - bicycle bell rings)
- Oh, honey, I feel so good. - Me, too.
I don't think I've slept this well in so long.
Me neither.
It's weird, I feel as if we...
Bill, did we?
Did you...?
Did I?
Yes.
I don't remember.
That's all right. It doesn't matter.
It matters.
Forget about it.
Okay.
It's funny, I remember I was dreaming.
And you were there...
and Billy and Timmy and Chloe...
and Johnny Grasso.
Hmm?
I can't really remember anything more.
Except...
I don't know.
Hmm?
Bill, please don't get mad at me...
I know you hate it when I ask...
Do you still...?
(exhales)
Yes.
- Very, very much. - Oh, Bill.
I do too. I do too.
Sorry I need to keep being reminded.
- It's just... - I know.
We haven't been...
I know.
- I know. It's my fault. - No, honey.
- It's my fault. - No, I...
Trish: I know. I know.
Timmy: Die! Die! Die!
Trish: Timmy, stop that.
Where's Billy?
Watching TV.
How come you two aren't playing together?
I don't know. Billy said he didn't feel like it.
Hmm?
Dr. Maplewood?
Yes?
Can you drive me home now?
Well, sure, but...
...aren't you having a good time?
I'm not feeling very well.
What's the matter?
I, I don't know.
I... (gagging)
Oh...
All right.
Um...
I'll take you home.
Dr. Maplewood?
Yes, Johnny?
I'm sorry I threw up.
Don't worry about it.
'Cause I really had a good time.
Good.
Billy did too.
We all did.
Dr. Maplewood?
Yes, Johnny?
You're so cool.
Billy: Dad?
Yes, Billy.
I was kind of wondering...
(sighs)
Yeah...?
Nothing.
Did you have fun with Johnny?
Yeah...
It was okay. He's a little girlish, though.
Oh... yes.
Dad?
Do you know how many inches your penis is?
I never measured.
'Cause...
Ronald Farber says his penis is eleven inches long.
Do you think that's possible?
What Ronald Farber doesn't know,
is that it's not length that matters.
It's width.
Why?
Things get a little more... intense.
What do you mean "intense?"
Have you been practicing?
Yeah. But...
it's no use. Nothing comes.
You have to be patient.
Your friend Ronald Farber,
I can assure you, is full of crap.
Yeah. I bet yours is a lot wider.
And longer.
Do you want me to measure?
Nah, that's okay.
Hi. Ann Chambue.
- Mona Jordan. - Wonderful. Come this way.
Okay.
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long.
Can I get you some coffee or tea?
No, thanks.
Okay.
Now then, how can I help you?
Oh, you said that there might be something available
over in Elysian Fields?
Well, actually we have several places we can see there.
First I need to get a bit of information from you.
Are you looking for a one, two or three bedroom?
- Three. - Wonderful.
(keyboard clicking)
Is this for you and your husband?
No.
Just yourself then?
Yes.
No children?
My children are grown.
No pets?
No.
Then just you alone all by yourself?
(begins to sob)
Mrs. Jordan, is something the matter?
My husband is leaving me.
I'm so sorry.
You know...
we have a lot of divorcees in Phase IV.
Would you like to see something there?
Perhaps a bit smaller?
Who said I was getting divorced?
Ann: What you need is a fresh start.
Mona: Yes. That's what I'm looking for.
You know, I'm a divorcee.
- Oh. - And I live in Phase IV.
Oh. I'm so sorry.
- Mrs. Jordan... - Mona.
Mona. That's a beautiful name.
Thank you.
How long were you married?
Forty years.
You know, Mona, I ah...
I think we have a lot in common.
Probably more than you realize.
See, I know what you're going through, I've been there.
I'd like to share a little secret with you.
Divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Really.
Don't worry, she's the exception to the rule.
Everyone here is much more youthful.
(siren sounds)
Lenny: Are you sure?
Let me show you something.
You see this?
You're the picture of health.
No tumors?
- Nope. - How's the heart?
Like an ox, Lenny.
You'll live to be a hundred.
So I still have another thirty-five years?
Just stay off the salt.
You bet.
Hi, Lenny.
Oh.
Hello, Diane.
Mind if I join you?
No.
No thanks.
How's Mona?
She's fine.
Why's she inside on such a beautiful day?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
- I don't know. - Whatever.
How are your girls?
Fine, I guess.
The grandchildren coming to visit soon?
I don't know.
Look, Lenny...
I think you ought to know, I heard about you and Mona.
About what?
That you're getting divorced.
- I really sorry. - We're not getting divorced.
Divorced, separated, whatever.
It doesn't matter.
You're alone now.
Anyway...
if you ever need anyone to talk to...
you know where to find me.
(engine accelerates)
(to herself) Everything I write is so shallow...
so superficial.
Can't anyone see through my work?
It's inherent phoniness. Rape at 11...
Rape at 12...
What the hell do I know about rape?
I've never been raped.
I'm just another sordid exploitationist.
If only I'd been raped as a child.
Then I would know authenticity.
But instead...
(screams)
I'm no good.
No good.
Nothing. Nothing.
Zero. Zero.
(telephone rings)
Hello?
I know who you are and you are nothing.
You think you are fucking something,
but you are fucking nothing.
You are empty. You are a zero. You are a black hole,
I'm gonna fuck you so bad you'll be coming out of your ears.
(beeping)
(ringing)
- Data Resources. - Who are you?
(breathing heavily)
(telephone rings)
- What do you want? - I want you to fuck me.
I... uh...
I don't think I can do that.
I mean...
I don't think I can do that.
I gotta go.
- Call me tomorrow. - All right.
Hey, Allen...
did you see the playoffs last night?
Yeah. Pretty good.
(chuckling) Pretty good.
I was on my knees praying for that shot.
It worked. (laughs)
(muffled moaning heard)
(doorbell rings)
Who is it?
It's uh... me. Kristina.
Hey...
- How's it going? - Okay.
Um, I have some more information about Pedro.
Pedro?
- Yeah, you know, the um... - Oh, yeah.