Montauk train on track B.
Random thoughts for Valentine's Day, 2004.
Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies
Last call.
...to make people feel like crap.
I ditched work today
and took a train out to Montauk.
Montauk train boarding on track B.
I don't know why.
- Aah! - I'm not an impulsive person.
I guess I just woke up in a funk this morning.
I've got to get my car fixed.
Hi. Cindy?
It's Joel. Joel!
Listen. I don't feel very well today.
No. Food poisoning, I think.
It's God damned freezing on this beach.
Montauk in February. Brilliant, Joel.
A page is ripped out.
I don't remember doing that.
It appears, this is my first entry in two years.
Sand is overrated.
It's just tiny little rocks.
If only I could meet someone new.
I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished
seeing that I'm incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don't know.
Maybe I should get back together with Naomi.
She was nice. Nice is good.
She loved me.
Why do I fall in love with every woman I see
who shows me the least bit of attention?
Hi.
I'm sorry?
- I just said hi. - Hi. Hello. Hi.
OK if I sit closer?
How far are you going?
Rockville Center.
Get out! Me too!
Really? What are the odds?
Do I know you?
Do you ever shop at Barnes & Noble?
Sure. Sure. That's it!
- Yeah? - I've seen you, man!
A book slave there for, like, five years now.
Ah. I would have thought I'd remember you. Jesus! Is it five years?
It might be the hair.
What might? It changes a lot.
The color. That's why you might not recognize me.
- It's called "Blue Ruin", the color. - Right. Yeah.
- A snappy name, huh? - I like it.
Yeah.
Anyway, this company makes a whole line of colors with equally snappy names:
"Red Menace", "Yellow Fever", "Green Revolution"
That'd be a job: coming up with those names.
Do you think there could possibly be a job like that?
I mean, how many hair colors could there be? Fifty, maybe.
Someone's got that job.
"Agent Orange"! I came up with that one.
I apply my personality in a paste.
Oh, I doubt that very much.
Well, you don't know me, so...
You don't know, do you?
Sorry. I was just... I'm trying to be nice.
Yeah. I've got it.
- My name's Clementine, by the way. - I'm Joel.
- Hi, Joel. - Hey.
No jokes about my name.
Oh, no, you wouldn't do that. You're trying to be nice.
I don't know any jokes about your name.
"Huckleberry Hound".
I don't know what that means.
Huckleberry Hound? What are you? Nuts?
It's been suggested.
No?
I'm sorry. Just... It's a pretty name, though. It really is nice.
It's... It means "merciful."
Right? "Clemency"?
Although it hardly fits.
I'm a vindictive little bitch, if the truth be told.
Gee. I wouldn't think that about you.
- Why wouldn't you think that about me? - I don't know.
I just
I don't know. I just
You seem nice, so
Oh, now I'm nice?
Oh, God. Don't you know any other adjectives?
I don't need "nice."
I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me. OK?
Joel?
It's "Joel", right?
Yes.
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
I'm a little out of sorts today.
My embarrassing admission is
I really like that you're nice right now.
I mean, I can't tell from one moment to the next what I'm going to like
but right now
I'm glad you are.
I have so much stuff that I probably should
Oh! I'm sorry. OK. I'm writing, and
No, no. I just... Sure. No. That's OK.
I just have... You know, this is... OK.
- Ohh! Hey! - Take care, then.
Jesus!
Hi. I could give you a ride, if you need.
It's cold.
- Yeah. OK. Yeah. - Yeah?
It is frosty.
- You're not a stalker or anything, right? - I'm not a stalker.
You're the one that talked to me. Remember?
That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.
Really? There's a stalker book?
- Mm-hmm. - OK.
I've got to read that one.
Look. I'm sorry if I came off sort of nutso. I'm not, really.
Oh, it's OK. I didn't think you were.
Did you want to have a drink?
I have lots of drinks, and I could
Um
Never mind.
Sorry. That was stupid. I'm embarrassed now. No, no, no, no.
Good night, Joel.
Two Blue Ruins.
Thank you.
Drink up, young man.
It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.
I'm just kidding!
Come on.
You're, kind of, closed-mouthed, aren't you?
I'm sorry.
It's just, you know, my life isn't that interesting.
I go to work, I come home.
I don't know what to say.
You should read my journal.
I mean, it's just... blank.
Really? Does that make you sad or anxious?
I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest
taking advantage of every possibility
making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.
- I think about that. - Yeah?
You're really nice.
Oh! God, I have to stop saying that.
I'm going to marry you.
I know it.
Um... OK.
Joel, you should come up to the Charles with me sometime.
It gets frozen this time of year.
- That sounds scary. - Exactly.
I'll pack a picnic
a night picnic. Night picnics are different.
And we could
Sounds good
but I should go. Now.
You should stay.
No, I really... I'm...
I have to get up so early.
I would like you to call me.
Would you do that? I would like it.
Yes.
Wish me a happy Valentine's Day when you call!
That'd be nice.
What took you so long?
I just walked in.
Mm-hmm. Do you miss me?
Yeah. Oddly enough, I do.
Oh!
You said, "I do." I guess that means were married.
I guess so.
Tomorrow night? A honeymoon on ice?
It's really solid this time of year.
Whoa! I don't know.
Come on. Come on. Eee!
Come on. Come on, come on.
Whew.
Oh. So beautiful.
Isn't it?
Don't go too far.
- Whoo! Oww! Ow! - Whoa! Oh!
- Are you OK? - Ouch! Fuck it.
Ohh! Oh, my ass!
- I think I should go back. - Come on. Come on!
What if it breaks?
- "What if?" Do you really care right now? - Huh?
Come here. Please.
Come on.
Ohh. Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Slidy-slidy. Slidy-slidy. Whoa!
This is good. Here. Let me show you this one thing.
- What are you doing? - Whoa.
Come on.
Think I heard a crack.
It's not going to crack or break or
It's so thick.
Show me which constellations you know.
Um... oh
I don't know any.
Show me which ones you know.
OK.
Oh. Here's Osidius.
Where?
Right there. See?
Sort of a swoop and a cross.
Osidius the Emphatic.
- You're full of shit. Right? - Nope.
Osidius is right there. Swoop and cross.
Shut the fuck up!
Clementine.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Sorry to wake you, but we're... here.
Ahh.
Can I come over to your house
to sleep?
I'm so tired.
OK... yeah. Sure.
- Let me get my toothbrush. - Yeah. Oh.
Just...
Yes?
- Can I help you? - What do you mean?
Can I help you with something?
No.
What are you doing here?
I'm not really sure what you're asking me.
Oh.
Thanks.
We're looking for 159. What number's that?
I don't know where that is.
Jesus Christ! You'd think they'd light the number, or at least put a number on.
Is that him? I think so.
Yeah, that's him. Wait. That's him.
- Hey, Joel. - Frank.
Oh, shit.
Jesus. The only Valentine's Day cards I get are from my mother.
How pathetic is that, huh?
You're lucky you have Clementine, man.
She is way cool.
Hey, have you got any big Valentine's Day plans with her?
No.
Well, it's only a day away. You'd better make some reservations or something.
You don't want to end up at Mickey D's. Right?
McRomance!
Do you want some fries with that shake?
I have to go to sleep now, Frank.
It's 8:30.
Patrick, stop it.
Oh! OK.
OK. OK.
Whew. OK.
Showtime at the Apollo.
Shh, shh, shh. Hey.
Quiet.
Hey, Joel. What's up?
Oh. Hi, Frank.
I only get Valentine's Day cards from my mom.
How pathetic is that?
You're lucky you have Clementine, Joel.
Hey. Have you got any big Valentine's Day plans with her?
No.
It's only a day away.
You'd better make a reservation or something.
You don't want to end up at Mickey D's.
Oh, no!
Yes! Valentine's Day is three God damned days away! I want it resolved.
I'm willing to be the one to resolve it.
So I call her, and she's changed her number.
So I walked over to Antic Attic to get her something.
I thought I'd go over to work, and give her an early valentine, and
You won't believe it.
She's there with
this guy, this really young guy
and she looks at me like she doesn't even know who I am.
Excuse me?
Can I help you find something, sir?
Hey, Clem-ato.
Patrick! Baby boy.
- What are you doing here, baby? - Just came to surprise you.
- Let me know if you need something, sir. - You look good.
Hi.
- How are you? - Pretty good. Pretty bored. Pretty tired.
Uh-huh.
I so want what's in your suit. Oh, good.
Why?
Why would she do that to me?
Hey. Does anybody want a joint?
Oh God, Rob. Give it a rest.
Oh, God. She's punishing me.
I know, honey. For being honest.
It's horrible. I should just go to her house.
No! No, no, no. You don't want to go there, man. You don't want to go there.
Get off. It's too
- Right. - Yeah.
I don't want to seem desperate.
Joel, why don't you just see this as a sign, and make a clean break. Right?
Right?
All right, Joel. Look, man, seriously.
- Rob! - Here's the deal.
Don't do that. Rob, what are you doing? No, no, no, no.
What's your fucking suggestion, Carrie? What's your brilliant, reasoned solution?
You're going to make this about our shit now? This isn't about us.
I agree. It's not about us. It's about Joel, who's an adult. OK?
Not Mama Carrie's kid.
- What are you - That's your laundry!
That's great. That's good.
OK.
- What is it? - I don't know. It's some place that does a thing.
Good morning. Lacuna.
No, I'm sorry. That offer expired after the new year.
Yeah, sure. We can fit you in...
How about on the fifth?
That's a Wednesday. All right. Great. Could you spell that, please?
OK, and we'll need a daytime phone number.
Great. Have a nice day. See you then.
May I help you?
- I'm Joel Barish. - Excuse me?
I'm Joel. Barish. I have an appointment with Dr
Mierzwiak.
- Here. Could you please fill this out? - I just want to talk to him.
- You still need to fill the form out, sir. - Really?
- Thank you. - Great.
I don't have a pen.
There's a pen right there.
- Good morning. Lacuna. - Oh.
Oh, yeah, that offer: That's done now. That expired after the new year.
Mr. Barish?
How are we today?
Not too good, actually.
- Boo! - Oh, my God! Stan!
- Sorry. Sorry, I was just - I'm working!
Sorry. Sorry.
- Here, Doctor. - Thank you.
You should not have seen this.
I apologize.
This is a hoax, right? I mean, this is Clem
I assure you, no. No.
Mm-mmm. There's no such thing as this.
Look. Our files are confidential, Mr. Barish
so I can't show you evidence.
Suffice it to say that Miss... Kruczynski was not happy
and she wanted to move on.
We provide that possibility.
"Miss Kruczynski was not happy and wanted to move on."
"We provide that possibility."
What the hell is that?
The nicest guy she ever went out with!
Oww! Fuck!
God, Rob! Give it a rest!
It's OK. It's all right.
Carrie, I am making a birdhouse.
What can I say, Joel? You know Clementine. She's like that.
She's impulsive.
She decided to erase you almost as a lark.
A lark!
Why? Why? Why? Why did you do that?
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
I'm sorry, Doctor. He just barged right in here.
OK. I want it done. I told him pre-Valentine's Day is our busy time.
- Oh that's OK, Mary. - But there are people waiting.
Mr. Barish, if you'd like to come inside
- and, Mary, if you could take care of Mrs. Woo. Good-bye, Mrs. Woo. - Yes, of course.
Now
the first thing we need you to do, Mr. Barish
is to go home
and collect everything you own that has some association with Clementine:
anything
and we'll use these items to create a map of Clementine in your brain.
OK?
So we'll need photos, clothing, gifts
books she may have bought you, CDs you may have bought together
journal entries
We want to empty your home
We want to empty your life of Clementine.
And after the mapping is done, our technicians will do the erasing in your home tonight.
That way, when you awake in the morning
you'll find yourself in your own bed as if nothing had happened
a new life awaiting you.
Wake up, buddy!
No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Sobel.
You can't have the procedure done three times in one month.
Well, it's just not our policy... How are you today, Mr. Barish?
Hello. I'm right here.
I know it's an emergency, and we'll do everything we can. We can fit you in on the first of March.
Maybe you could talk to the doctor, and he
All right, so let's make an appointment. What day would you like to come in this week?
Mr. Barish. Um, he's really busy this afternoon.
Maybe tomorrow would be better. Around 12:15? Can you do that?
February is very busy for us because of Valentine's Day.
This is Stan Fink
one of our most experienced and skilled technicians.
He'll be handling your case tonight.
Great to meet you, Mr. Barish.
My name is Joel Barish
and I'm here to erase Clementine Kruczynski.
Very good. Now, tell me about Clementine.
I was
living with this woman, Naomi
a couple of years ago
and my friends, Rob and Carrie invited us to this party at the beach. I don't like parties.
Naomi couldn't go, but I went
and I met Clementine.
I'm sorry.
Let's start with your most recent memories
and work backwards from there, more or less.
There's an emotional core
to each of our memories
and when you eradicate that core it starts its degradation process.
By the time you wake up in the morning
all the memories we've targeted will have withered and disappeared
as in a dream upon waking.
Is there any risk of brain damage?
Well, technically speaking
the procedure is brain damage
but it's on a par with a night of heavy drinking:
nothing you'll miss.
Comfortable?
What we're doing here, Mr. Barish, is actually creating a map of your brain.
OK. Let's get started.
If we want to get this procedure underway tonight, we have some work to do.
I want you to react to these objects, Mr. Barish, if you will.
There's a good story behind this one
Actually, Mr. Barish, I'll get a much better emotional readout
if you refrain from any sort of verbal description of the items.
Just try to focus on the memories.
Oh. Sorry. OK.
Healthy activity up there again. Healthy readouts. Very good.
- Here's another object. - That's so
The next item. OK.
Potato head.
Next item. OK.
Just focus on the memories. Patrick, do me a favor.
- Hey, Patrick. Do me a favor, will you? - Yeah.
Can you check the voltage regulator? What have we got there?
- The voltage looks fine. - Really?
Well, I'm not wiping as clean as I'd like here. I'm
Well, technically the procedure is brain damage.
Check the connections, please.
Oh, there you are. I...
Why am I... I don't understand what I'm looking at.
Why am I standing here and
Oh, my God! Deja vu.
Deja vu. This is so
All right. We should get started. If we're going to get the procedure
underway tonight, we have some work to do.
I'm in my head already, aren't I?
I suppose so. This is about right.
This is what it would look like.
Very good.
We'll dispose of these mementos when we're done here.
That way you won't be confused later by their unexplainable presence in your home.
Ah, there we go.
- Patrick? - Yeah?
Patrick, can you check... Patrick?
I'm getting some sort of readout of my own voice. Patrick? Patrick?
- Why are there so many wires? - A lot of equipment.
- Does that help? - Are you sure you set that thing up properly?
How's that? How are you today, Mr. Barish?
There we are, Mr. Barish. That's better.
- I don't know if I like this. - Think I might try this, then.
We're almost done now.
Mmm. A journal. That would be invaluable.
I met someone tonight. I don't know what to do.
Her name is Clementine and she's amazing.
Whoa! Jesus!
What? What? Come on! Careful! Step back!
Just take it easy.
That's fine.
Let's not roach the guy.
All right. You got that one.
- This place is sort of a dump, don't you think? - It's an apartment, Patrick.
Patrick.
Well, not a dump then, but, sort of, plain, uninspired
and there's, sort of, a stale smell.
Patrick, can we just please get through this?
- We've got a very long night ahead of us. Come on. - Yeah. Yeah.
This is the last time I saw you.
It's 3:00.
I, kind of, sort of, wrecked your car.
Were you driving drunk?
It's pathetic.
I was a little tipsy.
Don't call me pathetic.
Well, it is pathetic.
- It's fucking irresponsible. You could have killed somebody - Oh God.
- Maybe you did kill somebody. Should we turn on the news and see? - Oh Christ!
- Should I check the grill to see if there's any children or small animals? - I didn't kill anybody!
It's just a fucking dent, Joel. You're like an old lady or something.
Well, what are you like?
- A wino? - A wino?
Jesus! Are you from the '50s or something?
A wino?
Face it, Joely.
You're freaked out because I was out late without you
and in your little wormy brain
you're trying to figure out, did she fuck someone tonight?
No. See, Clem
I assume you fucked someone tonight.
Isn't that how you get people to like you?
I'm sorry. OK?
Clem, I didn't mean it. All right?
- Clem? - Your keys.
- I was just... I was just - I won't need them any more.
angry or annoyed or something. I don't know.
Clem?
Got it.
Mary's coming over tonight.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I just thought you'd want to know.
I like Mary. I like it when she comes to visit. I just don't think she likes me.
She likes you OK.
Maybe I should invite my girlfriend over. I have a girlfriend now.
Do whatever you want. Did I tell you I have
Yeah.
Did I tell you I have a new girlfriend?
We've got to focus here, Patrick.
Yeah, the thing is
our situation is a little weird.
My girlfriend situation.
I'm sure it is.
You've got to be
Clem, let me drive you home.
Get out of my face, faggot!
Look at it out here! It's all falling apart!
I'm erasing you, and I'm happy!
You did it to me first!
I can't believe you did this to me. God damn it.
Clem! Can you hear me?
By morning you'll be gone!
The perfect ending to this piece-of-shit story!
Is there something wrong with a girl being attracted to me? Is that a problem?
No, I think it's... funny.
So, who do you think's better-looking? Me or this guy?
Patrick, let's focus, buddy.
Remember that girl we did last week?
The one with the potatoes?
That girl? That's this guy's girl.
Right. Yeah.
Was. We took care of that.
Oh, God! Well
I, kind of, fell in love with her that night.
What? You little fuck!
What? She was unconscious, man.
Well, she was beautiful, and
I stole a pair of her panties as well.
Jesus! What?
It's not like
- I mean, they were clean and all. - Don't tell me this stuff, man! I don't want to hear this shit!
- They were clean! - What? Don't! Stop!
OK. Yeah! All right! We've got work to do.
Give me my papers.
There's...
There's more.
After we did her, I kind of
went to where she works and asked her out.
You what?
Jesus. Jesus, Patrick!
Do you have any idea
how unethical
It's not really that bad.
What? Get that look off your face. What's wrong?
Patrick, you stole a girl's panties!
There's someone here.
He stole your underwear.
I don't see anyone.
Joel?
Where are my boots?
Why are you showing me poisons? Can't you understand English?
"Potions," I said. "Potions!"
A love potion, please.
I'm fucking crawling out of my skin!
I should have left you at the flea market.
The first thing to do is
sift in a cup of powdered whale heart.
Want to go?
I want to have a baby.
Let's talk about it later.
No! I want to have a baby.
I don't think we're ready.
You're not ready.
Clem, do you really think you could take care of a kid?
What?
I don't want to talk about it here.
I can't hear you. I can never the fuck understand what you're saying.
I don't want to talk about this! Fucking ventriloquist!
- We're fucking going to talk about it! - I... don't... want... to
You can't just say something like that and say you don't want to talk about it!
I'm sorry, Clem. I'd make a fucking good mother!
I love children, I'm creative and smart, and I'd make a fucking great mother! Oh, God! Mmm!
It's you, Joel. It's you who can't commit to anything!
It's going! It's going! You have no idea how lucky you are I'm interested in you!
Maybe I should end this right here, Joel!
And leave you at the flea market with this stupid costume jewelry! It's done. This is crap.
Maybe you could find yourself an antique rocking chair to die in! All the pain, confusion...
- Oh. Hi, Patrick. - Hi, Mary. How's it going?
- Hey, you. - Oh, it's freezing outside.
Find us OK? Yeah.
Mmm. Hot!
The poor guy.
Mmm? Oh.
Don't you have anything real to drink?
We haven't really checked yet.
- Patrick? - Yeah.
Let me do the honors.
Mary hates me.
I never really had much luck with the ladies.
Maybe if you stop stealing their panties
Stan. Stan.
- There's more. - No!
- Yes. - No!
Hey. Hey!
Oh, you didn't want any, did you, Patrick?
No, that's OK. Wait.
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders."
Oh.
Oh! Oh!
Mmm!
That's Nietzsche: Beyond Good and Evil.
I found it in my Bartlett's.
What's your Bartlett's?
It's a quote book, Patrick.
It's a book of quotations.
I think Howard will be in Bartlett's one day.
Definitely. Howard is pure Bartlett's.
God!
Can you wake him up?
You can't wake him up.
Mmm.
You don't tell me things, Joel.
I'm an open book.
I tell you everything
every damn embarrassing thing.
You don't trust me.
Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
I don't do that.
I want to know you.
Hmm?
I don't constantly talk. Jesus!
People have to share things, Joel.
Mm-hmm.
That's what intimacy is.
I'm really pissed that you said that to me.
I'm sorry.
It... really just isn't that interesting.
I want to read some of those journals you're constantly scribbling in.
What do you write in there, if you don't have any thoughts or passions or
love?
November 19, 2003.
Dinner at Kang's again.
Are we like those poor couples
you feel sorry for in restaurants?
Are we the dining dead?
I can't stand the idea of us being a couple people think that about.
I like that.
How's the chicken?
Good.
- More? - No. No. Thank you.
She's going to be drunk and stupid now.
Hey. Would you do me a favor
and clean the God damned hair off the soap when you're done in the shower?
- Yeah. Oh. Yeah. - It's really
- ...gross. - ...gross.
- It's just - ...repulsive.
It's repulsive.
Patrick, can we get through this?
Patrick.
Hey, Tangerine.
Oh Patrick, it's you.
I'm so miserable right now.
- Why? What's wrong? - I don't know.
- Excuse me? - I'm so confused!
Can I help you find something, sir?
Confused? What are you confused about? Everything's fine.
Baby, come here.
Scared of what?
- Do you love me? - Of course I do.
Where's the self-help section?
Do you think I'm ugly?
No! You're beautiful!
- Maybe I should come over. - No, no.
I don't know. I'm a mess, Patrick.
Well, just let me come over. I'll cheer you up.
OK.
Stan, can I leave for a while? My girlfriend's really upset.
We're right in the middle of erasing this poor man's
Let him go, Stan!
Let him go. I'll help.
See? How hard can it be?
- She hates me. She wants me to go. - Go.
All right. I'll be right over, Tangerine.
You like?
Oh, man!
I matched my sweatshirt exactly.
- I like it. - You do?
- You look like a tangerine. - Ohh!
"Clemen-teen", the tangerine. Mmm! Juicy!
And seedless. I like that.
I like tangerines!
Can you see me doing ducks?
Tangerine. Joel. Ducks. Quack-quack.
- How does he know to call you that? - How did who know?
- Oh, my God! Clem? - This is pretty cool.
That's what they called themselves.
The Clash... The only band that mattered.
They called themselves that for a reason.
- It's amazing, isn't it? Like social justice. - Yeah, it's totally incredible:
what Howard gives to the world.
Yeah.
To let people begin again.
It's beautiful.
You look at a baby, and it's so pure and so free and so clean
and adults are, like, this mess of sadness
and phobias.
Howard just makes it all go away.
Oh, my God.
- Baby, what's going on? - I don't know. I don't know!
I'm lost. I'm scared.
I feel like I'm disappearing.
- Disappearing? - My skin's coming off! I'm getting old!
- Nothing makes any sense to me! - You're not getting old.
- Nothing makes any sense. Nothing makes any sense. - Oh, Tangerine
Nothing makes any sense.
- Nothing makes any sense, Patrick. - It's OK. It's OK.
- Hey. Let's go out dancing. - Yeah? Do you want to go out to Montauk with me?
- Montauk? - Yeah.
- No! Come up to Boston with me. - Sure. Yeah. We can go next weekend.
No, no. Now. Now. Yeah. I have to go now.
I have to see the frozen Charles now.
Hi. It's Joel.
Um leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you.
Pick up! Pick up, man!
Whoa. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hello? Yeah, what's up?
I got into a little situation with the old lady.
Can you handle things tonight alone? I'm really sorry, man.
Don't worry about it. I've got it under control, man.
- He's pretty much on autopilot right now anyway. - Thanks, Stan. I owe you big-time.
Dude, I've got to go. I've got to go.
Charles.
Come on, Charles.
"Look! You and me on the Charles River: I could die right now, Clem."
"I'm just happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want"
- I'm so excited. Yea. - I'm excited too!
- Cool. - Oh, I
I got you this
- What? - ...thing
Happy early Valentine's Day.
Oh!
Wow. What is it?
- I don't know. - Open it up.
Oh.
It's gorgeous!
- Do you like it? - Yeah. It's just my taste. Really.
I've never gone out with a guy who bought me a piece of jewelry I liked.
Thank you.
- Let's go. - OK.
- Joely? - Yeah, Tangerine?
Am I ugly?
- Mm-mmm. - When I was a kid, I thought I was.
I can't believe I'm crying already.
Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid:
like you don't matter.
So, I'm eight
and I have these toys
these dolls...
My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine
and I keep yelling at her:
"You can't be ugly! Be pretty!"
It's weird:
like if I can transform her
I would magically change too.
You're pretty.
Joely, don't ever leave me.
Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.
Mierzwiak, please let me keep this memory.
Just this one.
I don't want to hold your hand. Come on.
Whoo! Whoa!
Stop it!
I could die right now, Clem.
I'm just
happy.
I've never felt that before.
Mmm.
I'm just exactly
where I want to be.
Clem?
I want to call it off.
I'll give you a sign.
I want to call it off!
Can you hear me? I don't want this anymore!
I want to call it off!
Is anybody there?
- Clementine? - Joel?
- Clement - Joely?
- Clem! - Joel?
Clem!
- What? - We've got to go. We've got to go.
- What? Where? - I have an idea of how to stop this.
Stop what?
- Joely - Come on, Clem.
- Smell my armpit! Smell my armpit! - No!
- Don't tickle me! Don't make me smell you. - Smell my pits!
- No. - Good.
Concentrate, Clem.
We've got to get back to the office.
There was a tape recorder. No, not the picture
not the picture.
Where is it? Back here. Come on!
Oh, look at me. Hey, I look good there.
Look. Our files are confidential, Mr. Barish
so I can't show you evidence.
Suffice it to say that Miss... Kruczynski
was not happy and she wanted to move on.
Good. Now, tell me about Clementine. Just tell me everything you remember.
That's what he said. Then... What did we see that day?
No, wait. Oh, look! Hey!
Shit! We're going to see my grandma.
Joel, why... No, I don't want to... Joel, please! We're not going on a train.
- Don't make me run anymore. - Come on!
Mierzwiak!
- Do we always have to run? - Mierzwiak!
Please.
So, why don't we begin by you telling me
everything you can remember.
Mierzwiak! Wake me up!
Oh I'm sorry, Mr. Barish.
I thought you understood what was going on here.
I don't know. You're erasing her from me.
You're erasing me from her...
I don't know.
You've got this thing. I'm in my bed. I know it.
I'm in my brain.
I'm part of your imagination too, Joel.
How can I help you from there?
I'm inside your head too. I'm you.
Sorry.
Look. Who's that?
Oh he works for us.
That's Patrick
baby boy.
He's stealing my identity.
He stole my stuff.
He's seducing my girlfriend with my words and my things.
He stole her underwear. Oh, Jesus Christ!
He stole her underwear.
I could die right now, Clem.
I'm just happy.
I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.
I want to go home.
Hey. What?
Clem!
Wait. Clem!
Clem?
They're erasing you.
I'm here!
Clem, focus. I hired them, OK?
I'm so stupid.
Sweetie, calm down. Enjoy the scenery.
I need it to stop before I wake up and I don't know you anymore.
OK. Well, you know. Just tell them to cancel it then.
What the hell are you talking about? I can't just cancel it. I'm asleep.
Wake yourself up!
OK. You want me to wake up? OK. Great. All right.
- OK, here we go. This make you happy if I try? - Yeah.
I'll try really hard. Here we go. That was a great idea.
Yeah. OK.
Boy! That's working like gangbusters.
Don't! That tickles me! Oh my goodness.
Oh, my God. What is that? Jesus Christ! What the...
It's a birthmark!
It did work, for a second
but I couldn't... move. See?
Oh well, isn't that just another one of Joel's self-fulfilling prophecies?
It's more important to prove me wrong than to actually
Look, I don't want to discuss this right now. OK?
Fine.
Then what? I'm listening.
I don't know. You erased me.
That's why I'm here. That's why I'm doing this in the first place.
- I'm sorry. - You... You!
You know me. I'm impulsive.
That's what I love about you.
Joel?
- Mm-hmm? - I have another idea for this problem.
This is a memory of me
the way you wanted to have sex on the couch after you looked down at my crotch.
- What? - Joel, the eraser guys are coming here
so what if you take me somewhere else
somewhere where I don't belong
and we hide there till morning?
Oh, man! I can't remember anything without you.
Tsk. That's very sweet, but try, OK?
OK.
It's working!
I'm a genius!
Joel?
Where'd you go?
I'm supposed to come too!
Listen. I'm just going to go get a salad bowl. Can you stir the soup and keep an eye on Joel?
Sure. He just likes to be near me.
- Absolutely! - Clem?
It worked. My God, look at this! Wow!
It worked! Look! Look at this dress, man!
Oh, my God! Look at it! I wish I could take it with me.
Who am I?
Mrs. Hamlyn. Right. Mrs. Hamlyn.
I must be about four. Oh, my gosh.
I've found the salad bowl, so I'm serving salad and string beans.
Is he OK under there? Peanut, are you all right?
God! Honestly, I feel like I could clean up all day.
- Listen. Would you hate me if I asked you to clean some string beans? - No, not at all.
Oh, my God. I love this kitchen.
- Thank you so much. - She's not looking at me.
She's busy. She's not looking at me.
No one ever looks at me. I want my mommy.
Oh, baby Joel. Hey, Joely! Joely!
- Is every little peanut under there OK? - Mm-hmm! He's fine.
Do you have something to drink?
Would you drink a cocktail at this hour? I mean, I know it's not 5:00.
- I would die for a vodka. - Oh, hang on. Let me check if I have that.
- OK! I'm just going to wait right here. - Joel! Hey. No, sweetie.
Joely.
- Your mother wants me to mind you. Get back under the table. - Ice cream.
- Ice cream. - No, not until after, you know, you've had your dinner.
Come on, Joel!
Joel, grow up!
Don't leave me, Clem. Oh, my God, Clem.
This is, sort of, warped. I'm scared.
- I want my mommy! - Don't cry, baby Joel.
Baby Joel, it's OK. Joel. Joely. Joel!
Stop it! Look. I think it's working. Look. We're hidden, Joel. Look!
Hey, honey. Look.
Wait there.
My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it.
Yuck.
It stopped.
- What? - It stopped erasing.
Oh, shit.
This is terrible.
He's off the map. He's off the map.
- Where? - I don't know where! - What do you mean? - I don't know where!
- This is bad. This is very, very bad news. - Where are my glasses?
OK. Crap.
- OK. What do we do? - What do I do?
- What shall we do? - I don't know what to do.
- What shall we do? - Crap. Crap. I don't know!
- I just said that I don't know what to do. - I'm sorry. What do we do?
I don't know. Now, look. You're freaking me out. Mellow out.
Well, you have to do something. He could wake up all half-baked.
Quiet. You're freaking me out. Shh. Shh.
All gooey and... half-baked. Hmm, that sounds so good.
- Oh, shit! - I'm hungry.
- Oh, shit. Oh! Oh!
What? Oh! What, what? What?
- We should call Howard. - No way. No, sir, man.
This is my... I can handle this.
- I can't call Howard. - He's an unbaked cookie.
He's... There's no time to fuck around.
- I've got this under control. - What are you talking about?
- Stop fucking around! - OK. I'll call Howard.
Hello. Hello, Howard? Hey, it's Stan.
Um, I'm working on this guy down here, and we seem to have lost him for a moment
and, I can't... bring him back up.
OK, tell me what happened before he disappeared.
Well, I wasn't sure, really, because I was away from the monitor for a minute
and I had it on autopilot because I had to...
I had to pee.
- Where's Patrick? - Patrick? Patrick had to go home sick.
Ah, geez!
- OK, what's the address? - I know. I'm so sorry.
- That's OK. Come on. - I'm at 159 South Village.
- Yeah. - Apartment 1 E. Rockville Center.
- Mary? He's coming right now. - Yeah?
I'm staying.
- Get your stuff, Mary. - I'm staying.
- I think you should go. - Hell, no.
Mary... Shit.
- I am so stoned. - Please, Mary.
You have to go. Stop being stoned, Mary.
I don't want him to see me stoned.
- Mary, you have no idea how much trouble we're going to get into if Howard comes - I look like shit!
Joely, stop it! Joel! Look! Hey, Joel!
Joel! I want her to pick me up.
It's weird how strong that desire is. Joel, look at me! Look.
You'll remember me in the morning
and you'll come to me, and you'll tell me about us, and we'll start over.
Pat? I just... Pat?
I thought we could have a little cocktail.
That Patrick guy... he's copying me.
What Patrick guy?
- That guy! - What?
He's here in my apartment.
He's one of those eraser guys.
He fell for you when they were doing you, and now he's introduced himself like he doesn't even know you
and you guys are dating.
Really? Is he cute?
Clem, there's nothing wrong with you.
You're the most wonderful person I've ever met.
You... You're kind
beautiful
and smart and funny
and... nice.
What?
OK. All right.
OK. Oh!
Move, move, move! Come on. Let's go. Careful, careful.
Fine.
Oh, my God. I'm still stoned.
Those eyedrops you gave me didn't do shit.
Be cool. Cool.
- Hello, Mary. What are you doing here? - Oh, hi, Howard.
She was just here to help out.
I wanted to understand as much as I could about the procedure as possible.
I think it's important for my job to understand the inner workings
of the work that we do.
Well, not that I do, but the work that is done
by people... where I also work, the work of my colleagues.
All right. Well, let's see if we can
get to the bottom of this, shall we?
Yeah...
Well, that's odd. I already tried that.
- Did you try going through the C-gate? - Yeah, of course.
I mean... yes.
Yeah.
All right.
- Do you want to get linked up? - Yeah.
All right.
I already... I ran the utility programs
and I had nothing there
so I checked all the memories against the printed logs.
- Here, Howard. - OK.
- I've got you a chair. - There you go. - Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome. - Whew!
All right. I'm going to... go through the entire memory
and see if something comes up.
I love being bathed in the sink.
Such a feeling of security.
- I've never seen you happier, baby Joel. - Hmm!
There it is.
I don't understand why it's off the map like that.
What the heck was he doing there?
His eyes are open.
- Has this happened before with him? - No.
Oh, this is... not good. No.
I'm going to have to
I'm going to have to give him this.
Can't you see I love you, Antoine?
OK, we're back in.
Wow. That was beautiful to watch, Howard.
Like a surgeon or a concert pianist or something!
Thank you, Mary.
Um, Howard, you should get some sleep. I think I'll be fine now.
Why can't you see I love you, Antoine?
Hmm. Lucky me.
Lay one on me.
Don't call me Antoine.
- My name is Wally. - Yes, I know
but how can a woman love a man with a name like Wally?
Oh! Oh! What was that?
Hey. My God! There's people coming out of your butt.
There is?
- Got it. - Tangerine!
What... Joel... What are you doing? We've got to go.
Go on. Please, please, go. Please go!
You can run, but you can't hide.
Clem, come on!
There I am.
That truck.
Doc? Please.
All right. Let's begin by you telling me
everything you remember
- that's strange. - He's in a memory that we've already erased.
Oh well, at least we know where he is. He's back on track, right?
Come on, Clem.
He seems to have developed some sort of resistance to the procedure.
- I don't want to run anymore. - Shit.
Come on, come on. Hide me somewhere deeper, somewhere really buried.
- Where? - Hide me in your humiliation.
- Humiliation. - Come on, you big baby!
I'm sorry. OK?
Let me drive you home.
No!
- Bye, Howard. - No, wait. Howard.
He's disappeared again.
- Oh, dear. - I'm so sorry, Howard.
Humiliation.
- Hu-mi-lia... - Joel.
I don't like it either.
I'm just trying to find horrible secret places to
Joel, honey, I have a surprise... I just... oh
Do you know what, honey? I'm just going to ask you in the morning.
Good night, sweetheart.
No.
- I'm sorry, Joel. Joely. - Shut up.
Look! Joel!
- Joel, look! - What?
Look where we are!
Whoo!
Clem, this isn't good.
Then hide me somewhere... really buried.
- Hit it! Hit it! - I can't! I've got to go home.
I'll do it later!
Come on, you big sissy!
Ooh!
Ooh, he has a girlfriend!
- Wait. What am I doing? - Do you know something, Freddy? - And he loves her!
- You don't scare me any more. - Ow! Ow!
Joel!
- Joely, get up. Come on. It's not worth it. - Hit him! Hit him!
- They're not worth it, Joel! - Tra-la-la-la-la! - He's not listening!
- Come on, Joel. - Stupid!
- I'm so ashamed. - It's OK.
- You were a little kid. - Yeah?
- Come on. - That's where I live... lived.
I wish I knew you when I was a kid.
Do you like my pink hat? Here, look. I feel better. You can really kill me this time.
- It's my turn. Go. One, two, three. - I can? You're really going to die though.
OK. One, two, three.
You're dead.
Oh, my mom. It's... OK. We're playing.
Hi, Joel's mom. He's killing me. It's not real.
OK. Are you dead yet?
You're dead!
I think I've got the hang of this.
I still don't understand it, but I'm finding him quickly enough.
Clem!
Jo... Joely?
Are you OK, Joel?
Joel? Joel?
Oh, my God. That was terrible.
OK. OK. That was like three seconds.
- All right. Let me do it one more time. - One more, then I get to go.
OK.
Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo!
Look at this. This is so cool!
Cool. Look out! Look out!
Ah!
Shit! It's fluff.
Our house!
- Come on. - Whoo-hoo! - Come on.
Come on. We've got to go!
Whoo!
Come on!
We've got to go. Clem?
We've got to go.
Aah! Come on!
No! This is a really bad time for this!
Get off me! Oh, God!
- I don't even know where we're going. - It's going to be fun. Come on.
It's the best place. No, this way.
No, no, no. This way. You're no help at all.
What's wrong with you?
Let go of me, Joel!
I like watching you work, Howard.
I guess
I'll go out for... some air
if nobody minds.
It looks like you have everything under control here.
Yeah, that's
that's fine.
Do you like quotes, Howard?
What do you mean?
Oh, you know. Like, famous quotes?
I find reading them inspirational
and in my reading, I've come across some I thought you might like too.
Oh well, I'd love to hear some.
There's one that goes
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders."
- That's Nietzsche, right? - Yeah.
And here I thought I could tell you something you didn't know. Oh, no.
- It's... a good quote. - I'm happy we both know it.
Yeah. Oh, and there's this other one I like.
It's by Pope Alexander, and it goes
- Alexander Pope? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, shit.
It's just that I told myself not to say "Pope Alexander" and sound like a dope
and then I go ahead and say it.
- It's no big deal. - You're such a sweetheart.
The quote goes, "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?"
"The world forgetting, by the world forgot."
"Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind."
"Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned."
I want to be a great big, huge elephant
with a huge trunk like that.
Clem? Clementine?
I haven't heard that one. It's lovely.
I just thought it would be appropriate, maybe.
I really admire the work you do, Howard.
- I don't mean to be so familiar. - Oh, it's fine. It's fine.
I'm happy to hear...
I'm sorry.
I've loved you for a very long time.
- I shouldn't have said that. - Oh, Mary, no.
It's... You're a wonderful girl.
- But I... - You know, I have a wife and kids.
You know, I have a wife and kids.
Oh, Mary.
Oh, Mary, we can't do this.
Oh, whoa.
Well, good morning, Mrs. Mierzwiak.
What? Oh, my God!
Who is it?
Uh...
Thank you, Stan. Thanks a lot.
Hollis. Hollis!
Hollis!
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Hollis.
- I knew it, Howard. - Hollis, it didn't start out to be like this.
I came here to work. Hollis, this is a one-time mistake!
- I'm a stupid girl with a stupid crush! - Yeah.
I swear, I basically forced him into it!
Don't be a monster, Howard. Tell the girl.
Tell me what?
Oh, you poor kid.
You can have him.
You did.
What?
Oh
we have a history.
I'm sorry. You wanted the procedure.
You
You wanted it done
so you could get past...
You could... Yeah.
Um, I have to... finish the work in there.
It's almost morning.
We'll talk later.
OK?
Hey.
Let me give you a lift home.
Fuck this thing. Damn it.
- Hi. - Hi.
I didn't figure you'd show your face around me again.
I guess, I thought you were... humiliated.
You did run away, after all.
I just needed to see you.
Yeah?
I'd like to
take you out or something.
You're married.
Not yet. Not married.
No, I'm not married, no.
Look, man, I'm telling you right off the bat: I'm high maintenance
so I'm not going to tiptoe around your marriage
or whatever it is you've got going there.
If you want to be with me, you're with me.
OK.
Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them
or I'm going to make them alive.
But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind.
Don't assign me yours. I remember that speech really well.
I had you pegged, didn't I? You had the whole human race pegged.
Hmm. Probably.
I still thought you were going to save my life
even after that.
Mmm. I know.
It would be different
if we could just give it another go around.
Remember me.
Try your best.
Maybe we can.
OK. So just tell me what you remember
and then we'll take it from there.
OK.
I liked you immediately.
You didn't come on to me at all.
I liked that.
I was so tongue-tied around you at first.
I wanted you to think I was smart.
I couldn't wait to come to work.
I had these fantasies of us being married
and having kids and... just
Oh, Howie, I can't do this.
We agreed, it's for the best, Mary.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, God.
I'll take the bottom and you... Uh-uh-uh! No, no, no. Here.
- I can take that. - So you want me to carry that?
- Help me with that. Can you get the cooler? - Honey, the cooler is
- That's light, huh? Oh, I can get that. - You can get it.
No, no, no, no!
Don't take anything. I can take the plane.
Put the thing up. Put the gate back up.
This is the day we met.
You were down by the surf. I could just make you out in the distance.
I remember being drawn to you even then.
I thought, "Wow! How odd. I'm drawn to someone's back."
You were in that orange sweatshirt that I would come to know so well
and even hate, eventually.
At the time I thought, "How cool! An orange sweatshirt."
Hi there.
Hi.
I saw you sitting over here
by yourself
and I thought, "Thank God."
"Someone normal who doesn't know how to interact at these things either."
Yeah.
I don't ever know what to say.
I'm Clementine.
Can I borrow a piece of your chicken?
And then you just took it
without waiting for an answer.
It was so intimate
like we were already lovers.
I'm Joel.
Hi, Joel.
So no jokes about my name.
You mean like
"Huckleberry Hound", that sort of thing?
Yeah. Like that.
Oh, no jokes. No jokes.
One of my favorite things when I was a kid was my Huckleberry Hound doll.
Oh.
I think your name is magical.
This is it, Joel.
It's going to be gone soon.
I know.
What do we do?
Enjoy it.
- Are you married? - No.
Let's move into this neighborhood!
I do, sort of, live with someone though.
- Male or female? - What?
Female. Female.
At least I'm not barking up the wrong tree.
- Do you know these people? - No, of course not. Come on.
They might have a dog.
There's no dog.
What are you doing?
- It's freezing out. - I can't believe this.
Hoo-hoo!
- Clementine! - There we go. Whoo-hoo!
Come on, man. The water's fine.
Nobody's coming here tonight. Believe me.
It's dark.
So what's your girlfriend's name?
Naomi, but we're not really... I mean
we're... whatever.
So this is great. Now I can look for candles, matches
and the liquor cabinet.
Oh, God.
I think we should go.
- There's no phone line. - What?
- I think we should go. - Why?
It's our house... just for tonight.
We are "David and Ruth Laskin."
- Which one do you want to be? - Uh
I prefer to be Ruth, but I can be flexible.
What are you do...
Alcohol! Oh, boy.
So, are you OK with wine?
- I don't know. - Well, you choose the wine.
I'm going to go find the bedroom and slip into something more... Ruth.
- I'm Ruth-less at the moment. - I really should go.
I've got to catch my ride.
So go.
I did.
I thought, maybe you were a nut
but you were exciting.
I wish you'd stayed.
I wish I'd stayed too. Now I wish I'd stayed.
I wish I'd done a lot of things.
Oh, God, I wish I had
I wish I'd stayed. I do.
- Well, I came back downstairs, and you were gone. - I walked out. I walked out the door.
- Why? - I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid.
I was like... It was above my head. I don't know.
You were scared?
Yeah.
I thought you knew that about me.
I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation, I think.
- Was it something I said? - Yeah.
You said, "So go"
with such disdain. You know?
- Oh, I'm sorry. - It's OK.
Joely?
What if you stayed this time?
I walked out the door.
There's no memory left.
Come back and make up a good-bye, at least.
Let's pretend we had one.
Bye, Joel.
I love you.
Meet me in Montauk.
I didn't crash the plane. The plane crashed. I didn't crash the plane.
You were operating the plane with the remote control, and then it crashed.
It was fucking windy. Come on, man.
You're stoned, and you're driving.
Yeah, the pot balances it out. The pot brings you back up.
That's why I smoke it. If I'm going to be drinking, then I'll smoke it.
It does. That's a medical fact.
It was proven on the Science Network.
Honey, just watch the road. I can't see shit.
I saw you talking to somebody pretty.
- She was nice. - Yeah, man. Who was that?
She was... just a girl.
OK.
So I've got to drop the van off.
Thanks, Stan. Thanks.
We'll talk.
Hey!
Hey.
- You've got a lot of your stuff there, I see. - Yeah, that's right. My stuff.
I take it, you're not coming back. I wouldn't come back if I was you either.
- Do you swear you didn't know? - I swear.
- So you didn't do the erasing? - Of course not. God, no.
And you never even suspected we were together?
Once, maybe.
I was coming back from a job, and you were at his car.
I saw you two talking.
So I waved to you, and you giggled. You know.
How'd I look?
You looked happy
happy with a secret.
And after that?
I never saw you two together again like that, so I just
I don't know. I just figured I was imagining things.
- Aah! - Montauk train now boarding on track "B." All aboard.
I really like you, Mary Svevo.
You know that?
Thanks.
Let me get my toothbrush.
Yeah. Just...
Where are you, Clem? I'm worried.
La-la-la-la-la. I feel like you're mad at me, and I don't know what I did.
What did I do?
I love you so much.
I'll do anything to make you happy.
Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it.
Listen, I'm going to stop by this morning just to make sure you're OK.
Oh. Whew.
Vmonos, señor.
I had a really nice time last night.
Nice?
I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life
last night.
That's better.
- This is weird. - To all patients of Dr. Howard Mierzwiak.
My name is Mary Svevo. "We've met, but you don't remember me."
"I worked for a company you hired to have part of your memory erased."
- I have since decided that this is a horrible - Some kind of teaser ad or something.
In order to correct this, I'm sending everyone's file back to them.
My name is Clementine Kruczynski.
I'm here to erase Joel Barish.
- What is this? - I don't know.
- He's boring. - Is that enough reason to erase someone?
I've been thinking lately how I was before and how I am now
and it's like he changed me.
I feel like I'm always pissy now. I don't like myself when I'm with him. I don't like myself anymore.
I can't stand to even look at him: that pathetic, wimpy, apologetic smile.
- That sort of wounded puppy shit he does. You know? - What are you doing?
- I'm not doing anything. - The bloom is certainly fucking off the rose at this point.
- Are you screwing with me? - No!
- You are screwing with me. - Joel, I'm not!
- You clearly are. - Look. Let's just take a minute and...
Patrick, get the fuck away.
- Oh, sweetheart - Get the fuck away from me!
- Can we talk about it? - No! Get the fuck away!
Joel Barish.
- Hey, Clementine. - Hey.
Nice to see you. Yeah.
Yeah.
Really very educated.
I mean, she's smart, I think, but not educated.
I couldn't really talk to her about books, you know?
She's more of a magazine-reading girl.
Her vocabulary leaves something to be desired.
Sometimes... I was embarrassed in public
- Hi. - ...because she would pronounce
library: "li-ba-ry." Hi.
"Li-ba-ry. Li-ba-ry."
Look what I found.
I think if there's a truly seductive quality about Clementine
it's that her personality promises to take you out of the mundane.
You made me look skinny.
An amazing, burning meteorite
will carry you to another world where things are exciting
but what you quickly learn is that
it's really an elaborate ruse.
I'm sorry I yelled at you.
- It's OK. - So flashy in a kind of obvious way.
- But still, it seduces you. - Joel, I really like you.
I hate that I said mean things about you.
- Let me turn this off, OK? - Hey. It's... only fair.
Where's the real Clementine?
I mean, the whole thing with the hair: It's all bullshit.
- I really like your hair. - Thank you.
- I do. - The world's a God damned mess.
Is it some kind of a revolt? Change your hair color. - Do you want a drink or something?
Do you have any whiskey?
No. I don't think her sex is... motivated.
I saw it clearly the last night we were together.
It wasn't sex. It was just sad.
Hey. Sorry. I thought there was more.
The only way Clem thinks she can get people to like her
is to fuck them.
or at least dangle the possibility of getting fucked in front of them.
And she's so desperate and insecure
that she'll, sooner or later, go around fucking everybody.
- I don't do that. - I wouldn't think that about you.
- Because I don't. - I know.
Because it really hurts me that you said that because I don't do that.
- I'm so sorry. - I'm sorry about all this. - I'm going to... go.
I'm a little confused. I don't really think I can be here.
Um... 'bye.
- 'Bye. - I thought I knew her so well.
- It was nice meeting you and all. - But I don't know her at all.
What a loss to spend that much time with someone
only to find out that she's a stranger.
Wait.
- What? - I don't know.
- Just wait. Just wait. - What do you want, Joel?
I don't know. I want you to wait for... just a while.
- OK. - Really?
I'm not a concept, Joel. I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind.
- I'm not perfect. - I can't see anything that I don't like about you.
- Right now I can't. - But you will. But you will.
You know. You will think of things, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped
because that's what happens with me.
OK.
- OK. - OK.