[MUSIC - NATACHA ATLAS, "LEYSH NAT'ARAK]
MAX: Isn't that beautiful, huh?
Real 17th century gables.
Well, you know Amsterdam is notonly a wonderful city to be in,
it also had a wonderful opportunities, you know?
It's a city with profoundmercantile traditions.
And it's our proud boast tosay that in Amsterdam, you can
almost buy and sell anything.
However, gentlemen, as we in Holland say,
investment precedes profit.
And that's where you come in.
Do you understand?
So we're safe.
And enjoy the city.
OK, slow down.
We're almost there.
Now, this, gentleman, is my dream.
OK, slow down.
And stop.
[boat engine cuts off]
Do you see it, gentleman, the world's
biggest erotic entertainmentcenter, the very first x mall?
Hundreds of shops and clubs and service
establishments to cater forthe consumer's every desire.
Now, I calculate that $2billion investment will yield
a 45% return over five years.
All very good, Mr. Meyer.
We know this.
We have the money ready for you.
But you have to start building soon,
or we will have to look elsewhere.
Do you own all the land?
Of course I do.
Well, that's to say, almost.
Almost never won a race.
Well, there is one man standing
between me and my dream.
Larry!
Max!
[inaudible]
There he is.
He's my, uh, book dealer.
Oh, I got "The Maltese Falcon, First Edition."
Great work, Larry.
I'll swing by tonight.
Right.
[grunts] Asshole.
MAX: See ya, Larry!
[boat chugging]
[muttering]
LARRY: Morning, Tim.
Hi.
Hey. [rustling]
Oh, shit.
Ah.
LARRY: [laughs] How's business?
Business?
Well, the supermarkets are killing us.
Yeah.
And then there's that guyMax breathing down our necks.
Well, like I said, he is an asshole.
Yeah.
[clanging]
You-- you'll get that, huh?
Yeah.
[music playing]
[DISTANT YELLING, CHILDREN CRYING]
[bell jingles]
Oh, shit.
Ugh.
I-- I forgot it was Wednesday.
ROSE: Hi.
All those?
Yeah.
Business is slow these days.
[scraping]
MAX: Get the fuck out.
See ya.
Jesus.
You're a waste.
What do you want?
What does anyone want?
Carl!
You're talking, speaking.
You're philosophizing.
It's the medication kicking in.
[bell jingles]
[door slams]
Oh, woof.
I love Wednesdays.
We've been doing this for 10 years.
Why do I always have to pay you up front?
ROSE: Hey.
Business is business.
[music playing]
[bills crinkling]
Aha.
Rosie, you is my posie.
Oooh, you is my sweet bouquet.
[scraping]
[door slams]
WOMAN [ON RADIO]: [inaudible]see down out on the coast,
it's real good, because thewind's blowing the smog away.
And so a lot of folks are gonnabe getting in that region.
So if you need me again, San Bernadino--
Amsterdam?
You mean Amsterdam, Europe?
But I thought were-
MAN: These fresh enough for you?- Mhm.
Yes.
All good.
Going hiking with your friends in Colorado?
Do you think I'll ever beable to look anybody in the face
again?
How could dad do this to me?
Amsterdam is so, so--
Far away.
No.
Amsterdam is no place fora young girl on her own.
AISHA: Exactly.
But why?
Why-- why not Venice?
There are canals there too.
OK, OK.
I'll go to Venice.
Oh darling, you will love Venice.
I have always wanted to go to Venice.
But do not think you will getout of going to the wedding
of your father like this, huh?
No way, I'm not going.
Yes, Aisha.
Aisha, if you do not go, I willhave to be there on my own.
We have to go to show thereis no hard feelings, eh?
No hard feelings?
Yeah right.
No wedding, no Venice.
[car honking]
[chatter]
Good evening.
Hi, Larry.
Are we feeling up?
Are we're getting down?
LARRY: I think down.
How's your book coming?
Well, the book is dead.
The book is dead?
Well, if the book's dead, it's just as well.
Look around you.
I mean, it's just a waste of time and paper.
I mean, you have to cut downtrees to make the paper,
and the rain forests are dying without oxygen.
[door opens, bell dings]
MAX: Larry? - Mm?
You've got something I want.
I have something for you, Man.
Give me.
Hold on.
[rustling]
Ooh.
Very first tradition.
"Maltese Falcon, First Edition," mint
condition and flap intactand with an inscription
from Dashiell Hammett.
[laughs]
Yes.
You're my main man.
Well.
How much?
I would say $2,500.
You sure drive a meanbargain, Larry old buddy.
[laughs] There you go, $1,000, $2,000
straight from my workshop.
I'm only joking, gentleman.
Ah.
- Bye Larry, - Bye, Carl.
Bye.
[door opens and closes]
This place sure is a dump, Larry.
Why don't you sell it?
Start an internet business.
No.
You can't be makingany dough from this junk.
I don't do virtual reality, Max.
[door opens, bell dings]
Every time you come here,you try to buy the place.
[laughs]
Haven't you got enoughproperty around here already?
A man like me never has enough, Larry.
Besides, you need to broaden your horizons,
go on a long trip.
[chuckles] I am on a long trip.
Larry, old buddy, I want you to think
this over very, very seriously.
Do you get my drift?
[clanging]
[scraping]
Made a little money, Koolkat.
[cat meows]
[music playing]
[cat purring]
Yeah.
Mm.
[moroccan music playing]
[gasps] [inaudible] Oh, my baby.
PRIEST: Dearly beloved brethren, we
are gathered here today in the sight of God,
or should I say Allah--
[laughter]
Allah.
PRIEST: --for a very specialecumenical marriage service--
please stand--
GUESTS: Ooh.
[laughter]
PRIEST: --to join in holy bonds of matrimony
Mary Teresa O'Reilly--
GUESTS: [chuckles]
--and Ibrahim[stumbling over words] uh--
Ibrahim Al Hussein.
Exactly.
If there is anyone heretoday who has any reason why
this couple should not be married,
please speak now, or forever hold your peace.
Good.
Do you--
No!
[rock music playing]
Poor Mary.
Still, it is good your father did
not get out of it too easily.
[music cuts off]
Doesn't it bother you atall, Dad marrying that bimbo?
I-- I-- I do not know why you are so unhappy.
Your father is in love-- love.
He is making his own choices this time.
Some choice.
You believe in choices.
We were married for threeyears before we even met.
So you never loved him?
Love?
That is a big word for a little girl.
Don't give me that crap.
But if it had not been for him,
we would not have come to America,
and I would not have the restaurant.
That goddamn restaurant.
I've always come second to the restaurant
as far as you're concerned.
NARMA: That goddamned restaurantpaid for your fancy education.
You do not know how lucky youare to be going away like this.
For the first half of my life, Ihad to do only what my father--
All right, I hear you.
--and my husband wanted.
I wish I was going away.
Europeans are sosophisticated, so romantic.
You're the big expert on romance.
Oh neon goddess of mysoul, the dust of the road
is on my feet.
But in my heart, your imageis bright as 42nd Street.
Paddy, do you-- do youhave to read that shit aloud?
Can't you read it to yourself, please?
From San Francisco in the [inaudible]
to Kathmandu in the fabulous east, I have
followed the goddess trail.
Oh, lady, you rested yourcool, milkshake hands
on my truth, junkie forehead, burning
with hot hashish dreams.
Hey, boss, guess who wrote us?
Where did you find that?
There's a whole box ofthem, 400 copies at least.
[groans]
PADDY: Well, guess who the author is--
Lawrence J. Brodsky.
What a coincidence.
He's got the same name as you, boss.
Sins of my youth back to haunt me.
Give me that.
As [inaudible] said, "Everyman can commit poetry.
The greatest sin is to be published."
PADDY: She's a fine lookinggirl, whoever she is.
Were you, like, inspired or something, boss?
You could say that.
[bell jingles]
[street noise]
When will she return again,the priestess of my soul?
First, I must build my cathedral in the parking
lot of [inaudible] Supermarket.
Who wrote this shit?
Some cathedral.
[sighs] Was it really me?
[cat purrs]
Did she really exist?
[groans]
[bang]
My youthful illusions, I salute you.
[splash]
[bus rumbles]
[water pouring]
[chicken crows and clucks]
[background chatter]
Excuse me.
You saved my life.
Thank you.
[non-english speech]
MAN: She wants to know whyyou walk alone in the desert.
Oh.
I guess I was looking for something.
[non-english speech]
[laughter]
[bus rumbling]
[music playing]
[chicken clucking]
[chatter]
[dog barking]
Wait!
Hey!
You can't go.
We only just met.
Au revoir!
What, a reservoir?
[giggles]
MAN: No, no, not a reservoir--
au revoir.
It's French, as we say here.
It means, "See you again."
[laughs]
See me again?
All right.
Hey, wait up.
[thud]
Au reservoir.
WOMAN: [non-english speech]
The past is another country.
I don't go there.
[thud]
OFFICER: Is this your suitcase?
Yes.
And can you open it for us?
[keys jingling]
[rustling]
[snaps unbuckling]
[water splashing]
Lawrence J. Brodsky.
But that's you.
Yes, I confess.
There's no need to torture me.
My [inaudible] points at your yoni--
Got no reason to read it out loud.
OFFICER: --like a swollen karma angel?
[laughs] It's very good, sir.
Goddammit.
What is he doing in there?
Well, it's strange, Mr. Meyer.
He only closes for lunch one daya week, every single Wednesday
without fail.
Well, he better hurry upbefore I change my mind.
[woman moaning]
Can you speak up?
I can't hear you.
What?
No, it's just Wednesdays around here.
[inaudible] be over in a minute.
[music playing]
That's very sad music, Larry.
Uh-huh.
I'm glad I don't know what it's about.
"Ruins of Love"?
Story of my life.
Ugh, don't be such a sourpuss.
- [chuckles] - See you later.
LARRY: Max, I'm sorry.
I don't have anything new in stock for you.
Well, don't worry, Larry.
I didn't come to buy a book.
I've come to buy a bookshop--
$1 million.
Let's say it's to market value.
$1 million?
In unmarked bills of course.
Unmarked by who?
Oh, you're a wise guy.
You think I'm joking, Larry?
Think what you can do with $1 million.
But you know, Max, you can only
crap on one crapper at a time.
I don't need an extra crapper, and I don't
need an extra [inaudible].
I don't think you're listening to me, Larry.
I'm making you want to offer you can't refuse.
I'm touched, Max.
You not only collect the booksI give you, you read them.
You know, a book collectordoesn't break his dealer's legs
unless he really has to.
[creaking]
[groaning] Ow.
Larry, get your goon off of me.
Eh.
These shoes cost $2,000, and there is
a waiting list of six months.
[creaking]
Ow.
[pants] I'll be back.
[chatter]
MAN [ON MEGAPHONE]: OK, hey you.
Hey, come and see Amsterdam'soriginal banana show,
only Amsterdam's original banana show.
Come on. Hey.
Hey.
Come on.
Original banana show--
Amsterdam's original banana show.
[chatter]
Hey!
You're looking for something?
Do you know where the youth hostel is?
Sure.
I'll take you.
Get in the car.
Pure Colombian, best shit in Amsterdam.
[drunk guys singing]
[motorcycle engine rumbling]
Ah!
[whimpering] Leave me alone!
[screaming]
Hi, [non-english speech]
Bonjour.
AISHA: [screaming] - Little pricks.
AISHA: Go away!
Let go!
ROSE: You're going to be sorry.
AISHA: Let go!
ROSE: Welcome to Amsterdam.
[thuds]
[groaning]
Ow!
Asshole!
Oh, I'm beginning to enjoy this.
MAN: Help, police!
[thuds and groaning]
I am the police.
Have you cum yet, little wanker?
MAN: Get away from me.
But why do men have to behave like that?
Ugh, don't even ask, child.
It's the way they're made.
[chuckles] You sound just like my mom.
And always listen to your mother, dear.
Does she know where you are?
Well, I was supposed to go to Venice.
But at the last minute I changed my mind.
Oh?
Well, I know what city I'd choose.
Anyway, a friend of mine has a bookshop.
Every tourist goes there.
And he's got a pinboard there,you know, with-- with messages
and places to live.
[train clanging]
Excuse me, I'mlooking for [inaudible]..
You go straight this street, and at the end,
you go to the left.
[moroccan music playing]
Hi.
Dancing is to walking as portrait is to poet.
I don't know who said that, but.
I hope music wasn't too loud.
No, I like it.
I heard that for the firsttime in a nightclub in Tangier.
The owner kept playing itover and over and over again.
You ever been to Morocco?
No, I've never been there.
Looking for a place to live?
Well, I'm just passing through.
Just passing through.
I said that to myself.
Jesus-- been over 30 years now.
My god, what a long time ago.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
I feel like I know you.
Goodbye.
Uh, well, don't be a stranger.
We have everything here, you know.
See ya.
[bell jingles]
[sighs]
PADDY: My God.
Would you look at that bum, boss?
Like two [inaudible] in a handkerchief.
I'm telling you, that's onefine little lump of a girl.
[smack]
There oughta be a law against you.
There is, boss.
There is.
[inaudible]
[crashing]
[speaking dutch]
I don't speak Dutch.
You don't speak Dutch.
Why did you cross the bridgeexactly in the middle?
You can cross it there. You can cross--
Hey, I'm allowed tocross wherever I want, OK?
But you have eyes, you know.
You could see that I was coming.
I was calling--
Yeah, whatever.
That's your problem.
[clanging]
Oh shit.
WOMAN: Right, this is it--
bathroom, kitchen, bed-- $25 a night.
Oh shoot.
[water dripping]
Yeah, well sometimes it leaks when it's raining.
And sometimes it leaks when it's not raining.
Do you like it?
[police sirens]
POLICE RADIO: Los Angeles, we'vegot a 5-0 on Sunset and Westin.
[sirens blaring]
[rustling]
OK.
[hums]
[clinking]
[papers rustling]
[SINGING]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
AISHA [ON PHONE]: Hi, mom.
Oh, darling, how are you?
How is Venice?
Oh, Venice.
Well, I'm actually in Amsterdam.
Amsterdam?
But I--I--I-- I thought--
AISHA [ON PHONE]: I know.
I know.
Please don't make an issue of it, Mom.
I'm doing fine.
I'm living on a boat.
A boat?
Is that safe?
Oh yeah, of course.
Everyone lives on boats in Amsterdam.
Oh.
OK.
Mom?
Yes?
Nothing.
I miss you.
Yes, I miss you too, darling.
Listen, I've got to go.
I'm running out of money.OK?
Bye.
[click]
Hello?
[dial tone]
[sighs]
WOMEN: [SINGING]
[motorcycle engine running]
DELIVERY MAN: Narma!
Narma, [non-english speech]
[laughter]
[paper ripping]
[chuckles]
Hey, boss, guess who's here.
Who?
The girl with the great bum.
I told you, boss, she can't stay away.
She's in love with my perfect body.
All right, well, bringyou perfect body in here.
Hi.
Decided to stay in Amsterdam, huh?
Yeah, I like the freedom here.
Oh, yeah.
You know, I used to feel that way.
But freedom's just anotherword for nothing left to do.
[SINGING] Freedom's just anotherword for nothing left to lose.
Never heard that one before.
Oh.
Uh, it's probably before your time.
Looking for something?
Uh, do you have asection on women's studies?
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
Right here.
Required by law.
Do you have a job yet?
Ta-da.
[chuckling]
Yeah, [inaudible] a lot of young people come
through here over the years.
I used to be young once.
I know that's hard tobelieve, but I actually was.
I always wondered, what thehell are they looking for?
Maybe for themselves.
LARRY: [scoffs] God, I hate that expression.
I'm searching for myself.
You look in the mirror.
See what you see.
[boats honking]
[seagulls cawing]
[creaking]
[glass shattering]
Ah, no.
[bells dings]
[chatter, laughter]
[non-english speech]
Can I help you?
[non-english speech]
No, no.
"Anne Frank," this is thediary of a young girl.
Young girl, yes, young girl.
No, I don't think this is what you think it is.
I don't think you want-- what the hell.
It's your money.
OK, thank you.
[laughter]
Ms. America.
Can't stay away, huh?
Hi.
Are you still selling pizzas?
Nah, never liked tomatoes much.
I'm a chambermaid at The Grand.
Huh, just switchingcareers all over the place.
I'll take this.
Oh, you sell cameras.
[bell dings, door shuts]
No, I don't.
But somebody left it here.
I'll tell you what--
throw it in, price of the book.
Somebody said-- not me--
when the man invented the camera,
women couldn't wait to take their clothes off.
That is so sexist.
I know.
Thanks, um--
Lawrence.
Lawrence J. Brodsky, but you can call me Larry.
I'm Aisha.
Aisha?
Thanks, Larry.
Au reservoir.
Bye.
[flashback]
LARRY: You can call me Larry.
Larry?
Yeah.
It's actually Lawrence, like Lawrence of Arabia?
Ah, ah Lawrence.
Land of the Arabs.
That's right.
Great hero.
That's right, babe.
So how did you learn tospeak such good American?
I studied books.
I love America.
Oh, I don't know about that.What's there to love?
Hm, air conditioning?
LARRY: A desert rose.
Sweet for a sweet, and a rose for a rose.
[birds chirping]
[water pouring]
Oh!
[clinking]
It's OK.
[birds chirping]
[donkey hee-hawing]
[record scratches]
[cat meows]
Jesus.
Who am I?
Am I my body or not?
What?
[blowtorch]
AISHA: I mean, if somebody looks at me,
what are they looking at?
Are they looking at me or at my body?
Or is it the same thing?
[clanging]
Sometimes, I feel that my body comes between me
and the rest of the world.
I wish I could see how other people see me.
[music playing]
[camera clicking]
[creaking, tapping]
[water spurting]
[laughter]
Betty, help me!
[laughter]
Hey, Betty, help me.
Help!
BETTY: [laughs]
[bell jingles]
TIM: OK, thank-- goodbye.
Bye-bye.
[slams phone]
Fuck you, you capitalist scumbag.
Aw, fuck it!
[banging]
Excuse me.
Fuck this.
[clanging]
[laughs]
TIM: Can I help you?
Um, does anyone else work here?
What?
I mean, is there a womanor somebody who works here?
TIM: Well, the only woman around here
is my dear old mother upstairs.
This is a one-man show, lady.
- Oh, well thanks anyway.- Wait.
Wait. Wait.
Why do you want a woman to help you?
I don't know much about photography.
Then, I'm your man.
What do you want to know?
Can you develop a film without looking at it?
Well, it's sort ofunusual, but sure, why not?
The photos might not be too good, though.
If I give you this film,will you promise to develop it
without looking at it?
Sure.
I-- I promise.
I trust you.
[bell jingles]
LARRY: Hey, God-- we're closed.
Can't you read?
God dammit.
Oh.
AISHA: Hi.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell.
I didn't know it was you.
We're open to you all the time.
What's going on?
My big Irish assistant, he, uh--
I think he went back to Irelandand left me with all this mess.
Well, I could give you a hand.
I mean, it's my afternoonoff, and I don't
have anything better to do.
Really?
Oh, this is, uh, Cool Cat.
Hi, Cool Cat.
So it's all in alphabetical order?
No.
Ready?
[grunting]
Have you read them all?
Yeah.
No way.
[giggling]
Sorry.
Right.
[sirens blaring in distance]
Ah, please enjoy your meal here.
Please, could we pay?
Keep the change.
Thank you.
[chatter]
[groaning] Oh, my feet are killing me.
Yes, I had noticed.
She's wearing you out.
Your legs are beginning to go.
Please, Narma, don't you start.
It's bad enough with Aisha.
Well, as long as you are happywith your new married life.
It's fantastic.
My parents-in-law have invited us
to a barbecue in their trailer park next week.
[phone ringing]
Good afternoon, Desert Rose.
Oh, darling, how are you?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you I'm working in this bookshop
run by this crazy American guy.
Of course.
Yeah, he's really funny, though.
He's sort of an old hippie,but he's really cool.
Listen, I've got to run.
I'm going to the movies with a friend.
No, she's a girl.
OK, all right.
Au reservoir.
Thank you so much, Narma.
You've just got to get me thatrecipe for the quail honey
and cinnamon.
Maybe.
Au reservoir.
[phone ringing]
[beep]
Hello?
Mom?
No. Wait.
OK, start again.
What is his name?
[children chanting]
YOUNG NARMA: Where will you go, back to America?
No way.
Tangier, I think.
I got some friends there--
writers, poets. - I love poetry.
You do?
I'll write you, OK?
Goodbye, Lawrence.
Not goodbye.
Au reservoir.
[bus engine starting]
Narma.
[click]
[heavy breathing] Actually,I think my future is my past.
I think I've gotten to that point in my life.
I don't think there's ever going to be
another great love of my life.
[machine whirring]
Shit.
They're just no good.
[camera whirring and clicking]
[phone ringing]
[beep]
AISHA [ON PHONE]: Hello?
Aisha?
AISHA [ON PHONE]: Oh, Mom.
Hello, baby.
How are you?
AISHA [ON PHONE]: I'm great.
I'm taking a lot of interesting photos.
NARMA [ON PHONE]: Mm.
That is very good.
And how about boys?
AISHA [ON PHONE]: Idon't have time for boys.
Well, there is this one guy.
He's sort of cute.
That's not that, uh, Larry person, is it?
[snorts] Larry?
[laughs] I hate to burst your bubble,
Mom, but Larry isdefinitely no oil painting.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
What does he look like?
Mm, how can I describe him?
NARMA [ON PHONE]: Mm?
Hey, why don't I send you a photo?
That would be very nice.
LARRY: Jesus, wow.
A littler better than in the books, right?
Let's go over there.
Wow, look at the light.
[inaudible]Rembrandt's servant girl.
I think it's so romantic.
You know they were together for all those years,
and he was much, much older than her.
She was only 16.
But you can see how much he loved her.
And he was heartbrokenwhen she died, because she
was still really young.
That's why he painted himself like that.
LARRY: Hm.
Am I boring you?
No.
Come and see "The Jewish Bride.
CARL: Well, look on the bright side, Larry.
Now you can get married.
Are you nuts?
I can't get married.
She's a young girl.
What if she wanted to have a kid?
By the time the kid was inhigh school, I'd be in a coma.
I'm not a candidate for marriage.
I spent the last 30 years at a bookstore.
Well, I don't know.
I think you're still a fine figure of a man.
LARRY: Well, of course you do.
I pay you to think that.
Yes.
But girls can learn a lot from older men.
I mean, you're wise.
Who traveled.
You read a lot.
You even wrote poetry.LARRY: Well, that's true.
I did write poetry, even if it was shit.
I might be able to teach her a thing or two.
Really?
There's only one thing thatyou'd like to teach her.
LARRY: Shut up, Max.
I like you, but you're a pig.
CARL: Listen to me, Larry.
Now why did she take you toall those paintings, huh?
Why did she give you that spielabout, uh, young [inaudible]
and old Rembrandt?
She's a shy girl, and she's subtle.
She was trying to tell you something.
She couldn't have be more blunt about it
if she put a hand down your trousers.
AISHA: Hey, Larry.
Why don't we buy an espresso machine?
You know, that way people can read
and relax and drink coffee.
We've got them all over The States.
Well, it might make them justhang around too long, you know?
Hi.
Looking for something?
Yeah.
When I was your age, I loved,"The Catcher in the Rye."
How about
"Little Women"?
Read it twice already.
Oh, well, I wouldn't read it three times.
Take your time.
Did you always want to have a bookstore?
No, it kind of grew up aroundme like a cocoon, you know?
[groans] At first I was a little worm in here.
And then, I got more books, and I think
I got to be a caterpillar.
Thank you.
And then more, and then maybenow I'm a butterfly, you know--
I mean, you know, maybe.
Flutter around a bit, you know.
After 30 years here, boy I'mready to flutter a little bit.
Would you like to have dinner tonight?
That'd be nice.
Where will we go?
My place.
It's a date.
[bell jingles]
Hi.
Hi, Rose.
Hi.
ROSE: How are you?
AISHA : I'm good.
You-- you know each other?
Me and Rose are old buddies.
See ya.
Bye.
I'm working for Larry.
So am I.
Hm.
Well, Larry, you're kind of clean.
Hm?
You're kind of clean.
You-- you've been taking showers, haven't you?
- No. - Yes, you have.
No, I haven't.
Yes, you have.
No, I haven't.
Man, you even smell [sniffs] good.
No, I don't. I smell the same.
Yes, you-- [inaudible]you've been taking showers.
You've been combing your hair.
No, I haven't.
Oh my god.
Uh--
No.
Larry, I don't believe this.
[laughs] Oh.
Oh, you-- you dirty old man.
What are you talking about?
[laughs] Oh god, all mean are the same.
- Well, you should know. - What?
Bitch!
[grunting] LARRY: Oh!
Hey!
OK.
[laughing] Oh, Larry don't tickle me!
Don't tickle-- ah!
Don't tickle.
Get off me, because I'm[inaudible] damn ticklish.
[inaudible]
[laughter]
You know I'm ticklish.
I know.
Look, Larry, she may be asweet, innocent-looking girl.
Mm.
But for a man likeyou, she could be lethal.
[chuckles]
AISHA : So Larry, are you going to make
a decent woman out of Rose?
[spews]
[laughs] I'm only joking.
But seriously, were youever really madly in love?
Madly in love?
I was in love.
It was a whirlwind affair--
three days.
And I never forgot her.
[birds chirping]
AISHA : Did you ever try looking for her again?
No.
Past is another country.
I never go there.
AISHA : Thank you.
What the hell is that?
Oh, I wanted to show you.
I gave you a camera.
Yeah, but the one you gaveme was a throwaway camera.
Oh, thanks a lot.
It was a real bargain.
Oh.
Oh, would you get me my bag?
[inaudible]
[bell jingles]
Smile.
What was that for?
Nothing, just a souvenir.
Souvenir.
Oh, don't tell me you got a new bike.
Well,
MAX: Well, well, well, what have we got here?
Classic scenario. [kiss]
Thanks, Larry, I had a really good time.
Goodnight.
See ya tomorrow.
Yeah.
MAX: Beauty and the Beast.
[chuckles] The broad sure is a good-looker.
[click]
- There you go. - Here's another one.
Oh, OK.
Umm.
You didn't look, did you?
No! Jesus, no.
No, I wouldn't dream.
Good.
I think I can trust you.
With your life.
Do you want to see one?
Oh, uh, sure.
Pfft, Larry?
[sighs] Ibrahim, whatare you doing here so late?
I wanted to see how sorry I am for the way
things have worked out for you.
Sorry?
Yes.
I have been lucky.
I hope and pray that youtoo will find someone soon.
That is very kind.
And remember, Narma, itis never too late for love.
[steps creaking]
[knocking]
Larry, so glad you came.
Ah.
I'm glad you're glad.
Here.
Wow, they're beautiful.
Come in.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Well, Aisha invited me over for dinner.
What are you doing here?
She invited me for dinner too.
YOUNG NARMA: [giggling] No, Lawrence, please.
Please, stop.
I-- I have to tell you something.
I have husband.
You have husband?
You're married?
Of course.
LARRY AND CARL: [SINGING]He's lost his [inaudible]
You're young, never [inaudible]
Who said-- said that?
Goodnight, Larry.
Bah, Larry!
Larry.
[SINGING] He's lost his [inaudible]
Timothy, young friend.
Found no location for your business yet?
Time is running out.
I'm-- I'm looking.
You are looking.
Yes.
By the way, that littledark-haired poppet that works
for the dirty old hippie, I couldn't help
noticing that she is a verygood customer of yours.
What have we got here?
Oh my, Timothy, you are a naughty boy.
[gasps, sputters]
Don't even think about it.
Oh, yes, you are a naughty boy.
I never even looked at them.
No?
No.
Why ever not?
She is not like an ordinary girl,
and I think she'd die if she knew that anyone
was looking at like that.
She would, would she?
Well, here you go.
Nice little handful, don't you think?
And ethnic too.
[bell jingles]
Hello?
Tim?
- Hi. - Hi.
Are my prints ready?
You prints?
Oh, of course, your prints, yeah.
I've got them right here.
Here you are.
Thanks.
By the way, thanks forthe lovely meal yesterday.
It was really great.
Me, I can't cook at all.
And my mother being handicapped and all--
You didn't look, did you?
No.
No, of course not.
Are you sure?
Well, look Aisha, I can explain.
I did look.
What?
[smack]
I trusted you.
MAN [ON MEGAPHONE]: OK, hey you.
Hey, come and see Amsterdam'soriginal banana show,
only Amsterdam's original banana show.
Come on. Hey.
Hey, come one.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come here.
Don't take it to heart, darling.
I mean, who gives a shit anyway?
But I'm not just a pieceof meat to be looked at.
And you think I am, hm?
Take your shoes off.
You see, they're not looking at me.
It's me looking at them.
Men will always look at us, honey.
You just have to learn tocontrol how they look at you.
Control.
[seedy music playing]
How much?
- $150, and I'm all yours.- Sorry.
[clock chiming]
[creaking, scraping]
Jesus. Jesus.
Oh! Ah, ah.
[chuckles] Larry.
What the hell are you doing here?
MAX: Oh, you scared me to death.
You scared me, damn it.
This is my house.
How'd you get in here?
Oh, by the chimney like Father Christmas.
Because, Larry, for you Christmas
has come particularly early.
Don't [inaudible].
This is very cozy.
No wonder you don't want to sell.
I don't want to sell.
MAX: Larry, sit down.
Goddammit, Max, don't tell mewhen I took out my own house.
I'll sit down when I goddamnfeel like it, all right?
I will sell when I feel like it.
[door slams]
Good.
[sighs] Look at me.
We got ourselves a situation here.
I don't have a situation.
Yes, you do.
I'm afraid you do, Larry.
What the hell is that?
Take a look, please.
Oops.
Do you like them?
I do.
This is low, Max, even for you.
What do you got?
You've got pictures of ayoung girl with no clothes on.
Big deal.
Who gives a shit?
Have you considered what happens
to her if these pictures are published?
Well, you know, I've gotsome friends in the magazine
business, and they just mightpublish this as a special favor
to me.
Don't.
Don't you dare.
Mr. Cardozo?
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Larry.
Sit down, please.
On the dotted line, Larry.
Now.
You're selling yourself out.
The past is another country.
I don't go there.
I'll tell you the truth, I don't
know where I'm going to go--
past, present, or future.
Listen, Larry, it's not a problem.
You can just buy another place,and we'll take the books there.
There's a cheese factory next to where I live.
It's for sale.
What, a cheese factory?
What the hell's the matter with you?
I-- I don't want to buy another bookstore.
Then what do you want?
I don't know!
Goddamn it.
I-- I-- I didn't mean to yell at you.
I'm sorry.
I [mumbles] Maybe you're too young to understand.
I hate it when people say that to me.
I know.
I never thought that you ofall people would ever say that.
Me either.
Life is full of surprises.
Look, listen, Aisha, I can explain.
Drop dead.
Creepo.
TIM: Please, Aisha, just give me a chance.
Look, it's all Max's fault--
the bookshop, Larry--
Larry, Max, what are you talking about?
TIM: It was blackmail!
Look, Larry sold the bookshop to Max
so that he wouldn't publish yourphotos that he stole from me.
He wanted to protect you.
Poor Larry.
It's all my fault. [sniffs]
Dammit!
I'm sorry, Tim.
I was really horrible.
Ah, no, forget about it.
It's OK.
No.
I was really, really, really cruel.
Oh, well-- oh.
Oh, sorry.
I--
[knocking]
The-- the-- the door.
It's only Betty.
She'll go away.
Oh, OK.
[knocking]
It-- it-- might-- might be important.
Mom!
Aisha.
[laughs]
Mom?
[clang]
Oh.
Oh, I will go out for half an hour,
and that will be enough time for you to finish?
AISHA : No.
Finish what?
Please come in.
Darling, no.
I-- oh, my suitcase, please.
Oh.
Uh, pleasure to meet you.
I was just leaving.
No, no, no. Please stay.
But-- but--
I'll call you.
It is very cold outside.
I'm fine.
Bye.
I think you frightened him off.
He seems like a nice boy.
Yes.
Well, can I make you sometea or maybe a sandwich?
And you can tell me everything.
I'm so glad you came to see me.
Mm, darling, mm.
It is wonderful to see you to.
But, um, that is not reallythe reason I came to Amsterdam.
What?
[bell jingles]
WOMAN: [non-english speech]
[non-english speech]
Hey, you.
Hey.
Aw, no more Wednesdays.
I'm going to miss you.
Really?
I thought you just loved me for my money.
[clicks] You old bastard.
Bye.
Now you take care, you hear?
Mhm.
No more Wednesdays.
He will not recognize me.
Aisha, I was a young girl.
That's crazy.
You're reallywell-preserved for your age.
Thank you.
Anyway, if he really loves you,
it doesn't matter what you look like.
Aisha, you're so romantic.
Why should he love me, huh?
No.
No, I cannot do this.
It is embarrassing.
Coming through.
OFFICER: Hey, we're walking here.
Get out of my way.
Out of my way! - Oh.
- Larry. - Hey, Carl.
I have to tell you something.
I'm sorry, old friend, Idon't have a lot of time.
Oh, sure.
Thanks, Larry.
Thanks for everything.
Thank you, Carl.
CARL: Take care.
Yeah.
No.
Think of it this way.
You're just two old friendsmeeting after a long time.
It's no big deal.
[sighs] Mm, you are right,just two old acquaintances,
huh?
Hi.
AISHA : Listen, Larry, Ireally don't know what to say.
I guess I should say thank you.
LARRY: Why?
Not necessary.
I got a lot of money.
So what are you going to do with it?
Spend it.
I'm gonna go visit my old haunts,
you know, go back to Chicago, Morocco.
What?
I was just wondering what I'dlook like if you were my dad.
Oh.
You've been drinking too much hooch.
So where are you going to stay tonight?
I don't know, anyplace.
Why don't you come and stay on the boat?
OK.
So exciting.
[giggles] I'm so excited.
See you later.
Bye.
[bell jingles]
[bell jingles, door closes]
Last time, Koolkat.
[cat meows]
Last time.
We don't need these anymore.
[cat meows]
[water splashes]
[cat meows]
[knocking]
NARMA: Who is it?
Larry.
NARMA: Come in.
The door is open.
Oh, make yourself comfortable.
I should be out in a minute.
Where's Aisha?
Uh-- oh, she has gone out with her boyfriend.
[glasses clinking]
You must be Larry Brodsky.
I-- I know because I haveheard so much about you.
You are?
Oh, I am the mother of--
I am Aisha's mom.
Hi, Aisha's mom.
I'm so glad to meet you.
Me too.
Uh, would you like a glass of wine?
Oh yes.
This is a very special wine from Morocco.
I don't know where she keeps her glasses.
Oh.
I was amazed to find it here in Amsterdam.
- Oh. - Ow.
Oh, here.
[inaudible]
Uh, no, I have one.
[clinking]
LARRY: [chuckles] It's all right.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
My God.
Narma.
[sighs]
Ah, Lawrence.
[sighs] How did you know it was me?
Because you haven't changed a bit.
NARMA: How do you like your coffee?
I do not quite remember.
Sweet and dark, like you.
Easy.
No, no, no, no, I never spill things--
Oh really?
Only with you.
[chuckles]
[kissing]
Do you like to be fed strawberries?
I do not like strawberries.
No, I never did either.
[chatter]
WOMAN: This is beautiful.
Thank you.
This is my girlfriend.
REPORTER: Aisha,congratulations on your show.
It's simply amazing and so empowering.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
OK, can you do that later please?
Aisha, what advice wouldyou give to young women
artists who are starting out in their careers?
I'm sorry.
Thank you. Yeah?
Oh!
[glass shattering]
LARRY: Well, that's the whole story.
Aisha found out who she was andso did the rest of the world.
Far as I am concerned, well, it's hard to break
the habits of a lifetime.
AISHA : Bye, Larry.
Oh.
Remember-- if it's printed, you'll
find it in Larry's bookstore.
NARMA: Lox and cream cheese for Monsieur.
Thanks.
How are you?
Everything all right?
Oh, uh, [inaudible].
MAN: Au revoir.
Au reservoir.
[music playing]
[chatter, goats bleating]