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Sam, weīre getting straight gammas...
every half pulse at irregular intervals.
Letīs move to right ascension 23 hours, 5 minutes.
Sam, what the hell is going on out here?
Alpha Orionis is going supernova.
Sometime in the next 100 million years.
-Thursday. -Excuse me?
ltīs going supernova Thursday.
Sam, if Alpha Orionis were about to go supernova...
there would be silicon flashes.
Neutrino emissions.
Even in daylight, we would be able to see--
You predicted this?
Excuse me, Sam.
l know youīre busy, but itīs almost noon.
Carl, itīs almost noon.
ltīs noon, everybody. Letīs go!
Get in position! Letīs go!
What?
What are you doing?
Youīre pointing the damn thing down!
Professor, thereīs this other phenomenon...
that Sam gives his priority to at noon.
Other priority? Now?
Every day.
What could be more important?
Actually, this event isnīt strictly celestial.
l wuv you.
He loved me...
said the little blue man...
And scared me right out of my wits.
What is it?
Remember l told you they were going to pick a teacher...
to represent the district at the school in New York?
New York? You?
Thatīs great.
Sam, donīt look at me like that.
ltīs only two months.
ltīs not like līm going to the moon.
Two months is a long time.
You could come.
You know l canīt.
You could take off work.
You just never want to get out of this town...
and see the possibilities.
Everything l want to see is right here.
You, the sky.
Sam, l went to school in that building right there.
l hung upside down on this junglegym.
ln 20 years, l havenīt moved an inch.
l fell in love with you on this junglegym.
You know how much l want to do this, but l love you.
So if you tell me to stay, līll stay.
Stay.
Hey, Joe, hoist it up!
ltīs got to be higher.
Much higher.
Mr. Green, what are you doing here?
l was just on my way to the airport.
Come here, Sam.
ls Linda all right?
Sam, listen to me.
Love can sometimes be a very difficult thing.
Listen up.
''Dear Sam, this is the most difficult thing līve ever done.
''līm sorry l donīt have the courage...
''to do it face-to-face.
''l never planned this, Sam.''
Mr. Green, what is this?
She left you.
līm reading her Dear John.
''ltīs not you, Sam. How can l make you understand?
''Your life is set.
''You have your stars and your friends and the town...
''but l feel like līm just finding out...
''what mine is all about.
''Oh, Sam, so many emotions are surfacing as l write this.''
Where is she, Mr. Green?
She thought it would be best if you didnīt talk for a while.
Let me finish this up.
''Youīre my best friend in the world, Sam...
''so you must know that this is the way l am.
''l canīt help it. ltīs my nature.''
ltīs true, son. Sheīs nuts.
līm not finished.
The best partīs coming up.
Would you mind just checking?
Two blocks down and to the left.
Thanks.
l hope līm doing the right thing.
līm sure you are.
Honey!
What is it?
Can you get that?
līm taking a nap.
līm in the bath.
All right.
l hear you, God damn it!
Are you OK?
Whatīs this table doing here?
This better be goddamn good!
Youīre ruining my beauty sleep!
Damn you! Lay off the buzzer!
Who is it?
No problem here.
Who is it?
Morning, everybody.
Morning, Linda. Morning, Tarzan.
We are...
six minutes later than yesterday.
Thatīs six... carry the two. Good.
Ah, there.
See that?
Medium smile...no teeth.
Donīt forget the vase.
Got to get it perfectly centered.
There? No.
One more. Why not?
Annoying, isnīt it, honey?
Grin all you want, monkey man.
All you are is a passing meteor shower.
Youīll be gone soon enough.
l feel sorry for you, you poor bastard.
Carl, itīs me, Sam.
Calm down. līm fine.
līm still in New York.
Weīre great.
Lindaīs very happy.
We may stay a while. Weīre very busy.
Thereīs lots to do.
Listen, Carl, l need you to sell my truck.
Whatever you can get for it.
līm just a little short of cash right now.
līm still here.
Listen, Carl, thereīs something else l need...
and Professor Wells doesnīt have to know about it.
Hey, Linda. How you doing?
You want to hear something funny?
l saw this on the news before l came out.
Fainting goats. līm not making this up.
Thereīs this breed of goats.
l donīt know why, but...
they faint at the slightest thing.
lf they hear a loud noise or a gun goes off...
they black out, fall right over, one after the other.
l thought youīd like that.
Get off.
l donīt even have a chart for that.
Get over here.
Gotcha!
Get away from here!
līm warning you! l have a gun!
Oh, shit.
What the hell are you?
What do you want? Who are you?
Excuse me. l asked a question.
l live here. What do you want?
l asked you a question.
Donīt touch that.
Get away from that.
Who the hell are you? What do you want?
Theyīll hear you.
What are you talking about?
Your little Goldilocks and my ex-fiancé.
Hold it.
Are you saying that guy, that thing over there--
Whatīs your name?
Mike.
Whatīs your name, Mike?
Sam.
Sam, līm Maggie.
līll be staying here a while.
l sleep naked.
ltīs the only way līm comfortable.
So donīt think of it as a come-on...
because if you so much as breathe in my direction...
l will nail your willy to that beam.
Donīt mess with my stuff, donīt get in my way...
and līm sure weīll get along fine.
Nighty-night.
What is all this stuff?
Bugging equipment, cactus.
Like listening bugging?
Bugging who?
Take a wild guess.
Why would anyone want to do that?
īCause l want to hear what goes on in there.
Donīt you want to hear what goes on in there?
No, l do not.
Why not?
īCause that would be an invasion of her privacy.
Excuse me, Mr. Video.
Thatīs not a video.
ltīs a camera obscura.
ltīs pure light.
līm not spying.
l just want to be with her.
Thatīs completely different.
l know how you feel.
You want him back so badly that you canīt stand it.
ltīs like your guts are twisting around inside.
But bugging their apartment...
What?
l donīt want him back. l want him vaporized.
Extinguished!
When līm done with him...
heīll be a twitchy little stain on the floor.
ls that what youīre doing?
Youīre waiting for her to leave him for you?
Absolutely.
Have you seen him?
He is irrelevant. Linda and l are soul mates.
This is just a passing phase.
Theyīre going to break up tonight. l know it.
līm listening.
līm an astronomer.
ltīs my job to find patterns in things...
that seem completely random.
l found a pattern.
ltīs all in the data.
The data.
This data.
''Mutual feeding activity.''
ltīs the number of times that Linda...
and whatīs-his-name feed each other.
Youīre counting.
Not just that. Everything.
Kisses, hugs, smiles, fights.
They fight?
Not yet.
Long looks, whispering, shouting.
They shout?
Youīre missing the point.
Tonight thereīs going to be a fight.
They are going to break up...
and līm going to be right here for her.
Tonight this will all be over...
so you might as well start packing your bags.
That is the most pathetic thing līve ever heard.
l donīt mean that trivially.
līm a photographer. līve seen a lot of things.
l once took pictures of a man who ate his own legs...
and you would be the black sheep of that family.
What is your evil plan-- squirt him with squirt guns?
Throw rotten strawberries at him?
You looked in my satchel?
Yeah. Call a cop.
You are a strange, tragic little man.
Say what you want. Linda and l are in love.
Except for her boning my boyfriend...
you guys are the perfect couple.
Listen, Catwoman, at the end of the day...
she is coming back to me, and weīre going to be happy.
And where are you going to be?
All alone somewhere, hatching some little revenge scheme.
Let me tell you something, Sam.
Listen very carefully. Are you listening?
The only way that girl is coming back to you...
is if a blast of semen catapults her...
across the street and through the window.
l want you out.
Not going to happen.
l was here first.
Put me down for half the rent and get out of my face.
l wouldnīt do that if l were you.
Why not?
You paid for it.
You stole my money.
You took everything l had to buy this crap?
That was everything you had?
What the hell is that for, anyway?
ltīs pretty, Sam.
There we go.
You can hear them?
Are they talking?
What about?
You wouldnīt be interested.
Let me hear.
ltīs wrong, Sam.
Just for a second.
l just want to hear her sweet voice.
Beg me.
Please.
Excuse me. Did you say something?
Please let me hear.
Oh, my God.
Heīs killing her.
Heīs killing her, all right...
and sheīs loving every minute of it.
Sheīs not like that.
She likes to make love quiet and slow and gentle.
That girl of yours is a carnival ride.
This is horrible.
This is worse than līd imagined.
Want me to turn it off?
No. l need to hear it.
How very brave.
Heīs making love to her in French.
You know, Sam, French men are very small.
But not this guy.
ltīs like Godzillaīs tail.
He could take down Tokyo with that thing.
This has got to be the longest orgasm līve heard.
Sam, you want your charts?
You enjoy making me suffer.
Help me get him, Sam.
Take the road less traveled.
ltīll make all the difference.
Forget it.
l will not get sucked into your nightmare.
Whatever.
l think l can get this in stereo.
Welcome to New York, spy-boy.
Slim Jim?
Letīs see what Ken and Barbie are having tonight.
Squab.
He marinates it for half a day in a lemon-wine sauce...
and he braises it with sugar.
Please be quiet. l have to concentrate.
ltīs happening tonight.
Smells delicious.
līll tell you a secret.
ltīs not my recipe.
l met an old man, and he said...
only prepare it for the woman you love.
Later l found out he made it for a party he catered.
500 people. Heīs just bursting with love.
You should go to his restaurant sometime.
Good food, good people.
Wait. Take the spoon like this...
Just let her eat it, you maggot!
ltīs the best thing līve ever eaten.
Will you shut up?
l love to watch you eat.
She hates having people watch her eat.
Heīs going down in flames.
Here it comes.
Oh, you know... l heard the most amusing story.
There is this-- What are they called?
Sheep.
Yeah. A breed of goats.
And when they hear a sharp sound, they fall over.
A sharp sound?
Yeah. Anything.
You clap your hands, and they fall over.
Thatīs my story.
They pass out when they hear a sharp sound.
ltīs true.
They just fall over on the ground.
Thatīs my kiss.
Thatīs my...
Oh, not the food.
līll do it.
līll do whatever you want.
This has to stop.
l donīt care about right or wrong anymore.
This must stop.
All you gotta do is nudge him.
Just graze him like that.
Sorry.
Youīre sorry? You should be goddamned sorry.
You think you can trample a person and say youīre sorry?
Well, you canīt.
You canīt trample on somebodyīs life and say, ''līm sorry.''
There ought to be something more you can say...
when you walk all over somebody.
And youīre throwing food everywhere!
l think we took a detour from the plan there.
l really hit him, didnīt l?
You smacked him one, all right!
Howīd it feel?
Great!
What is your plan?
What do you want to do?
l just want his dignity, thatīs all.
l want him penniless, hopeless, loveless, finished off.
l just wish him very, very ill.
How ill are we talking here?
līm not saying l want him dead.
But, should that occur, people die all the time.
Why should he be any different?
Just thinking on my feet, though.
l donīt have to decide the death part right now.
l can wait and see how l feel...
once his dignityīs a thing of the past.
Am l boring you?
Thank you, Anton.
Maybe l shouldnīt have hit him.
Heīs just in love.
Heīs just in love, the same as me.
Define love.
Why?
Because every other word out of you mouth is ''love.''
līd like to know what it is...
this magical ideal of yours.
Define it.
Well, itīs like, l donīt know...
ltīs like all your life you walk around...
with this feeling of emptiness in your stomach.
You feel completely hollow.
And when youīre in love, you feel...
not hollow.
ltīs like without it, thereīs nothing.
A shell. A cavernous emptiness.
Forget it. You canīt define it.
When l was a kid, my father had this dog.
lt started to get weak and sickly so he took it to the vet.
The doctor examines it and says...
a maggot mustīve laid eggs in the dogīs butt.
He says thereīs not much they can do.
The baby maggots have crawled up and started to grow...
and eventually theyīre going to eat the dog alive...
from the inside out.
He says it should be put to sleep...
because itīs an old dog, anyway.
But Father wonīt do it.
He takes it home.
He puts it on the bed.
He starts to reach up into the dog...
picking out the maggots with his fingers, one by one.
lt takes him all night, but he gets every last one.
That dog outlived my father.
Thatīs love, Sam.
Youīre not that tough, Maggie.
l can tell youīre not that tough.
And you can forget about a career with Hallmark.
Wonīt he miss the card?
He wonīt know what hit him till the bill comes...
īcause he only uses his platinum.
līll just take everything in this whole area.
You know Antonīs having an affair?
He is?
Thatīs what Lindaīs going to think.
Where are you sending them?
To my Nana.
The old battle-ax should get a kick out of this.
How much to put lipstick on the monkey?
ls that for you or for him?
l donīt touch the monkey.
l donīt want to have anything to do with the monkey.
Howīs 40?
For 50 līd strap on a garter and wax her legs.
Lovely lipstick, darling.
Now, honey, you canīt be treating me this way.
Weīve known each other too long.
You canīt even look me in the eye.
What? Youīre in love?
Youīre in love with that man?
That man could never make you happy.
What the hell is that? Shit!
Good God! Kiss him, baby!
Get this goddamned monkey off my back!
Give that man a hand!
OK, thatīs fine.
No problem.
Greta thanks you. l thank you.
Hello, sweetheart.
Here we go. The targetīs home.
You know bankers.
They want to know every little thing.
What do they know about the restaurant business?
Are we packed?
Hey, why donīt we forget about the Hamptons...
and spend the weekend in bed?
There, that look!
She sees it.
Stay with her.
Go back to her, Sam!
Stick to her.
Relax.
Anything you wanted to tell me?
What?
Whatīs that on your collar?
Turn it up. l canīt hear them.
Oh, that.
Youīll never believe this.
līm walking through Washington Square...
and thereīs this stupid man.
You know, some guy with a monkey.
A street performer?
That son of a bitch, yeah.
The monkey jumps on me and wonīt get off my back.
Youīre kidding.
The people all around, they are laughing.
And the monkey is kissing me, kissing me.
l think it peed on me. lt stinks.
What is she laughing at?
l donīt know.
What do you think of the story?
līll show you what l think.
līll get you.
Letīs forget about the Hamptons.
ltīs going very well, donīt you think?
Drink up, buddy, īcause tonight weīre going in.
There they go.
We want to go to the Long lsland railroad.
ldiot never even changed the lock.
Close it.
ltīs so much smaller than it looks on TV.
ln the couch.
What?
ln the couch. Donīt make it obvious.
-Youīre kidding. -Just do it.
Why were you wearing them?
Authenticity.
What are you going to do?
Receipts.
Why are we whispering?
l donīt know.
Mine.
Perfection, yes?
Voilā.
This is comfortable.
This is what you wear to walk about...
with everything swinging freely.
Look at me. l am so fabulous.
l am so beautiful.
Witness my matted chest hairs.
They are nice, no?
What do you think?
You look...
Look at this.
l love you, Linda.
l hate you, Anton.
l got to make the bed.
Sure. Right.
Can you clean the kitchen?
We should get out of here.
l think we should talk.
Nothing to talk about.
Yes, there is. Something happened.
l would like to talk about it.
Nothing happened, Sam.
OK? Nothing happened.
l know what youīre going through.
līm going through the same thing.
Get this straight, pal. l am not like you.
l donīt care what youīre going through.
lf l thought you and l were alike in the most trivial way...
l would tie a rope around my neck.
līm sorry.
Last night wasnīt us, Maggie.
l know. līm glad you know.
Maybe we should just, l donīt know, call it a day.
You know whatīs going to happen to her, Sam?
Heīs going to make her feel...
like sheīs the only woman in the world.
When he looks at her, itīll be just like a kid...
looks at a Christmas tree all lit up and shiny.
For the first time, sheīll feel like sheīs really been seen...
and really loved.
And then...
And then three weeks later...
sheīll find a pair of panties in the couch.
Then sheīll learn that she was just a steppingstone.
That he was just using her to get a visa.
ltīll change her, Sam.
l understand.
You know whatīs always bothered me?
l canīt see the side of her face.
l can never see the left side of her face...
when sheīs standing here in the kitchen...
because of these things in the window.
So help me move this over a little bit.
Good?
A little more.
Good.
What?
l saw the sign about the job.
l donīt want a half salt shaker on the table.
You go and refill it immediately.
Pardon.
Nothing here for you. Go.
Why?
Do l need a reason in my own restaurant?
Of course not.
l donīt like your face, thatīs why.
Just go.
Wait.
Why did you do that?
Why did l do what?
The flowers. Why did you move it like that?
l wanted them to be in the middle of the table.
Why?
Because it was--
lt was just something that l had to do.
Perhaps at heart you seek perfection, no?
Yes, perhaps l do.
Almost done?
Almost.
Good work.
Why donīt you stop for a moment?
l know who you are.
lt took me a little while, but l figure it out.
Dry off your hands.
lt was you who attacked me that day.
Couldnīt see your eyes, but l donīt forget a face.
You didnīt put an address down on your application.
You are homeless, arenīt you?
Thatīs OK. Donīt be ashamed.
You know, l was hungry myself once.
l would see a rich man, a man l envied...
l would want to strangle him.
But thatīs not the way l found.
You must better yourself.
Donīt be ashamed.
Give me your hand. Come on.
l like a man who fights for what he wants.
But if you ever mess with me again...
līll rip out your eyes and rape your skull.
Excuse my French.
Was a good punch, huh?
Solid.
lt was nice.
So you did all his dishes and got punched in the face.
What was your thinking there?
līm missing something. What was your plan?
No plan. l just wanted to face him.
l wanted to be in the same room with him...
to talk to him.
ln my mind, he was like a god.
Now what do you think?
Well, itīs not like heīs God God anymore.
Heīs more like a volcano god or a sea god.
One of those sub-gods.
Maggie, l think he likes me.
One thing, though.
He said something about having sex with my skull.
He says that to everybody.
Donīt worry about it.
Sorry.
l donīt like the sound of it.
l donīt like the image that it conjures.
l canīt honestly say l blame you, Sam.
So l let go with my hands...
and l fell off the top of the junglegym face-first...
and l broke this tooth right in half.
līm laying on my back, blood all over my face...
the kids are yelling, the teachers are freaking out...
and l look up, and there she is.
Sheīs just looking down at me...
with this worried little smile on her face.
l swear to God, when l saw her, the pain just went away.
Once l took pictures of a bunch of ducklings...
who imprinted on a gardener in the park.
They thought he was Mama...
and they used to chase him around all day...
while he drove around on his lawn mower.
Thatīs exactly what it feels like.
ltīs like sheīs branded on my brain.
What happened to this guy...
is that one day he forgot the ducks were there.
He put the mower in reverse, chewed them to pieces.
Donīt you know any happy stories?
There he is.
Thatīs him!
Letīs get him!
Our work is done.
Midgets coming out of the blue.
l had to protect myself with one of them.
Midgets coming out of the blue?
Yeah. Little childrens shooting perfume at me.
From their guns.
Perfume from their guns?
Yeah. Water guns?
Squirt guns?
Yeah, l think. Squirt guns.
Spooky, huh?
Wait, the loaf, l think itīs burning.
Look at him trying to weasel his way out of it.
He didnīt do anything, Sam.
Anton, donīt you think itīs a little peculiar...
that little children would be shooting perfume at you?
l thought it was something American kids do.
A fad, l donīt know. We should have some salad.
ltīs very expensive perfume, Anton.
l used to wear that perfume.
Good call, Sam!
Last week you had lipstick on your collar.
From the monkey.
And now perfume...
from squirt guns from rich New York kids.
What do you think the odds are...
of something like that happening to one person?
l donīt know. Ask a mathematician.
Ask your old boyfriend, the Milky Way man.
Thatīs you, Sam.
What are you getting at?
Youīre driving me crazy.
Anton, l want you to promise me something.
Just promise that if you were ever doing anything...
that you would tell me.
Why are you even thinking of such a thing?
Maybe we could work it out.
l just couldnīt take it if you were lying to me.
Sweetie, why would l have sex with a hamburger...
when l can make love to a steak?
Oh, come on.
Forget about it.
Sheīs this close, Sam.
This close.
Bring some cups and saucers.
And bring some other bottles.
What did l miss?
l think weīre getting to them.
l definitely think that weīre getting to them.
Did you get the sweet and sour?
Look, my darling...
l wanted to show you how well my hands fit on top of my knees...
and to give you a little kiss.
Get away from me, please. You are rude.
But l love you, my little lamb. l must have you.
My love is throbbing at quite a fevered cadence.
You cannot have me.
My love is reserved for another.
You cannot mean...
Yes, the Milky Way man!
No! Anyone but him.
This is a man who can predict puffer cluster emissions.
To him l am nothing.
A little, teeny--līm a worm.
l love his emissions.
Not every man...
can be a Milky Way man.
What will you do now?
Forlorn, l will roam the earth by myself, thinking of you...
and pausing occasionally to have the sex with the skullses.
Thatīs good.
Now be quiet about that...
or l will make you eat another one of those pecans!
This is very good.
Look how līm licking my fingers. You like that?
l like everything. l am French.
Ordering!
līve been dying for one of these all night.
Can l ask you a question, Anton?
Sure you can.
How do you like America?
Why do you ask?
Youīre French.
Do you ever miss it?
Do you ever get lonely for your own country?
l was never so much French since līve been here.
You know Superman?
Thatīs me, līm Superman.
And France was like Krypton.
On Krypton everybody was Superman.
You make a nice sauce.
Everybody make a nice sauce.
You say hello to a nice woman with your French accent...
and everybody says, ''Hello! ''
But here on Earth, the moment l arrived...
l knew this was the place l had special powers.
l talk about my little town...
and the bankers open their checkbooks and say...
''How great, charming, and exotic you are, Anton.''
l could read the phone book to a woman...
and they become hypnotized, wet as morning daisies.
Here l have these powers.
Back home, l was nothing.
But here, līm Superman.
Hip-hip, America! Hip-hip, land of freedom!
Now you, youīre not French.
But itīs OK, you know?
You still have opportunity in this country.
Yesterday, he had no job, no future.
But today, a step-up.
A little step, but a step.
Soon you can afford a place to live and get a girlfriend.
l have a girlfriend.
No, really. Pretty girl?
Sheīs the most wonderful woman in the world.
She must love you a good deal.
You think women only want men for their money?
No, not just money.
Power also, and success.
Donīt fool yourself, dishwasher.
They want a man who takes what he wants.
l donīt think thatīs true.
Listen.
My girlfriend was seeing a man when l met her.
l took her back to my place, and l ask her about him...
very innocently, of course.
Of course.
She had many wonderful things to say about him.
How nice and devoted, how gentle he was.
So l started to probe in very subtle ways...
about how strong, powerful, and successful he was.
l was very good.
ln no time, we were lying together on my couch.
l think she wanted me to force her away from him.
You could see it in her eyes.
She wanted the battle.
She was crying, too, but she was kissing me.
Later, of course, she came like a rocket.
Donīt worry about the glass.
l wonīt charge you this time.
Anton, heīs here. Matheson.
Matheson? Are you sure?
Table nine.
Oh, my God. ltīs him.
Go.
līll take care of him.
Did you bring them?
What l just did was the most revolting thing līve ever done.
Harold Matheson, the food critic for the Times.
Big step. Are you sure youīre ready for this?
Everyone!
l want everyone to do a good job tonight.
l want everything perfect.
Didier, l can see this is not good!
And you, dishwasher, you donīt drop a dish tonight.
l want everything perfect for the bastard.
Heaven for the pig.
Gimme, gimme.
līve created a monster.
l asked your steward for a Chenin Blanc...
and he brought me this.
You have any idea how that happened?
l took the liberty, Mr. Matheson.
ltīs from my private reserve.
You know, if l had a suspicious mind...
līd think youīre trying to get on my good side.
l thought you would enjoy the year.
līd say that your little ruse is working very well,
especially if you could locate another bottle.
Well, certainly. Excuse me.
We might find a bottle or two.
Enjoy your meal, Mr. Matheson.
līve just come back from France.
Whereabouts are you from?
ltīs just Beaucaire.
ltīs just a small province in the south of France.
Oh, Beaucaire.
l know that. lsnīt that near Nîmes?
ls that near Nîmes?
Excuse me?
ls that near Nîmes?
Yes, itīs near there.
Oh, my God!
Did you see that?
l remember.
ltīs a little to the south and over the hill.
Yes, it is on the other side of the hill.
ltīs a little south.
The look on Mathesonīs face.
What are you smiling about?
līm sorry.
lts legs were fighting in his mouth like this.
Everything l had is in that restaurant.
ltīs not that bad. l have my job.
Your teacherīs salary wonīt pay for the toilet paper!
Thatīs because they donīt pay teachers what theyīre worth.
ln some parts of the world--
Linda, donīt go there.
Do you mind if we donīt have this discussion again right now?
Thank you, Anton.
Donīt be angry.
līm not angry.
Sheīs angry.
What if they close me down permanently?
What would you do?
What do you mean?
l mean, if l couldnīt afford this nice place anymore?
You can always find work.
You can go back to modeling...
He was a model?
What if l couldnīt find work?
Then what?
What would you do if l were poor?
l would sit out on the curb with you all day...
and sell pencils.
Then when it got dark, we would crawl...
into our cozy refrigerator box and make love all night...
and then sell pencils again at sun-up.
Where are you going?
Whereīs he going?
Whatīs he doing?
Talk to me.
Heīs getting something off of a shelf.
What is it?
ltīs a ring. Oh, no...
What does it look like?
ltīs a circle of diamonds with a...
A big, fat opal in the middle?
līm familiar with it.
What is that?
-The bastard. -What?
Would you like to be my wife?
Here.
Nana!
So you found me.
l get 50 pounds of flowers delivered to my door...
and l call the florist...
and he gives me your name and this charming address...
and the earrings and the perfume...
and the television set, for Christīs sake.
Whatīs got into your head, girl?
Too much? You didnīt like them?
ltīs one thing not to call your mother for ages...
but to hide from me for two months.
You better be found lying dead in the gutter...
if you know whatīs good for you.
What is that? Your tits look like hard little rocks.
Cut it out.
As for you...
taking my little girl away from me.
Come here now!
līm Margaretīs Nana.
ltīs such a pleasure to finally meet you, Anton.
līm very happy to finally be meeting you, too.
lf we hurry, we can get you some vanilla custard...
at Di Robertiīs before it closes.
The spoon goes in right side up, dear.
We werenīt brought up in a barn.
Nana, you got something in your teeth right here.
Here, hand them to me.
Oh, you little bitch!
Oh, dear, itīs late.
l think l better be getting home.
You have to go already?
līve got a yoga class in the morning.
But first, l want to take your picture.
Move in closer.
Put your arm around her, Anton.
Put your arm around her.
Maggie, donīt make a face.
līm not.
She always makes a face when you take her picture.
l do not.
For Peteīs sake, just act natural.
Why donīt you give her a kiss, Anton?
ltīs my mistake.
Donīt be shy. Come on.
You can do better than that, Anton.
Yeah, Anton, you can do better than that.
Did you see a flash?
God, l hate these things.
Come on, kiss.
All right, Maggie, dear, will you take care of the check?
Just spend the night with us.
ln that Bohemian hell hole?
How long were you in our hell hole before we got there?
Not very long. l just straightened up a little.
Listened to the radio.
What radio?
Oh, the radio.
What was on the radio?
Some little radio play.
More like a soap opera.
līm ashamed to admit l listened to that silly thing.
-What was it about? -Who cares?
l want to hear more about the both of you.
līm interested, too.
Letīs see, it was two characters.
A Frenchman and a girl.
ln the beginning, heīs on his way home...
and sheīs upset about something.
lt turns out she thinks heīs having an affair.
And he says, ''l didnīt, l didnīt!''
And she says, ''Well, how do you explain this?''
and shows him some undergarments she found in the couch...
and some other things he canīt explain, and he denies it.
Then she says something about monkeys.
l really couldnīt follow that.
And then there was silence for a bit...
and then he confesses.
He what?
He confesses.
He was seeing another woman,
an investor or something. lt was a little confusing.
Come on, letīs go!
Then what happened?
He starts crying and begging her to forgive him...
and she says a certain four-letter word...
more than a couple of times and storms out.
l didnīt know you were so interested...
in this kind of thing.
We listen to that show all the time.
Watch your fingers.
līve got it.
Good.
Look at him.
All right.
l canīt. l have to go.
līm waiting for a call. Shit.
Who is it?
Anton? līm Mr. Green.
Lindaīs father.
How are you? Come on.
Can l offer you something, a cup--
''Anton, you hurt me very badly.
''All l asked for was honesty, and you betrayed me.
''l had hoped...''
Ah, hell...
l canīt believe it. We did it!
Why?
We did it, Sam!
All this time, and we werenīt even here for it.
What are you going to do now?
She left suddenly, right?
So she probably went someplace familiar.
To the hotel where she was staying before.
Youīre probably right.
What are you waiting for, Sam?
Go get her.
Now?
Yeah, now. Whatīs the matter with now?
l canīt. What would it look like?
Who cares? Sheīs not thinking straight.
Sheīll buy anything.
Whatīs the big hurry to get me out of here?
Look, if you donīt want her after all this...
Of course l do.
l donīt care about that.
ltīs your business.
l still got some work to do...
and, no offense, but l really miss my privacy.
l thought we could just take a minute to say good-bye.
l mean, it feels kind of strange to not...
You have to wreck everything, donīt you?
Are we done saying good-bye yet?
Youīre still here.
No, she does not want to see you.
You are not welcome.
You try and sneak in here again, and youīre going to jail.
How dare you, you bastard?
l rape your skull!
Dishwasher!
l knew it was you.
Anton, hi.
ls that any kind of greeting for your old boss?
How are you?
līve never been better.
Every day is a holiday, every night the Fourth of July.
Oh, good. Well, l better be going.
līm lying.
l feel terrible.
l broke up with my fiancée.
My restaurant is gone, and līm running out of money.
līm sorry.
Donīt worry. Donīt be sorry.
Do you have a place yet?
Not yet.
Youīll stay with me, then.
Why?
You donīt even know me.
l know one thing.
That last night at the restaurant...
everyone is running around, even me...
but l notice you in your little room.
You were not looking out...
you were not staring stupidly like the rest.
You just kept working like a rock.
Youīre a good man, good friend.
Whatīs your name, by the way?
Mike, līm a nervous wreck.
līm not doing well on my own.
l feel vide.
ltīs like somebody has thrown away a piece of me.
How do you say vide...
when there is nothing inside something?
Hollow.
Yeah. Thatīs how l feel.
l feel so hollow.
You would be doing me a favor, really.
Just one drink.
l canīt go back to that empty apartment by myself.
l will die. Please.
Thatīs it. No more.
You must try this one next.
ltīs a sexy little Margaux from ī83.
l was going to give it to Matheson...
to help wash down the bugs.
Mike, l donīt know how she found out.
l was going to tell this other woman good-bye, anyway.
l only slept with her to help the loan for my restaurant.
ltīs not like l cheated, you know...
and it was only once with this woman.
And l hardly came at all...
just a fraction of what līm capable.
l thought of Linda the entire time.
lf that can be twisted into something terrible...
līm surely the only sane man in a world gone mad.
Donīt you think?
l really couldnīt say, Anton.
līm going to get her back, Mike.
She needs me.
l have to get her back.
This is really good.
līm sorry. lt is.
Time for bed.
l have modeling work waiting for me tomorrow.
A step down, yes, but Anton Depeux isnīt proud.
Look at me, Mike.
l havenīt gained a pound since my modeling days.
līm going to be just fine, and you donīt worry about me.
l guess l better be moseying on, then.
Let you get your beauty rest.
Please, a little longer.
You know, the crčme caramel is almost done...
and l have a very nice wine for my friend here.
līll be right back. Here you go. Please.
Wait there.
Maggie, come to the window.
Please, this wasnīt my idea.
Maggie, donīt be angry with me.
Maggie, look at him. How could l leave him?
l havenīt done this in years.
How is it in English?
Our Father, who art in heaven...
l miss my father.
Hallowed be Thy name...
Hollow...hollow--
Hallowed be Thy name...
Stay out of my business.
After you, Abner...and Evelyn.
Marching good. Weīre being a snake.
A snake. Weīre looking good.
Now be an elephant.
And marching and two and...
Oh, my God!
Sam, it is you.
Youīre here because of me?
God, Sam, l canīt believe youīre actually here with me.
l canīt, either.
lf only you knew what līve been going through...
the last couple of days.
Listen to me, feeling sorry for myself.
You know what l miss?
l miss noon.
Me, too.
Sometimes l look up and wave at the sky.
-The kids think līm nuts. -l know.
Of course you do.
Youīve been watching me through your telescope...
all the way from Archerīs Bluff.
Sam, youīre the best.
How could l ever leave you?
What was l thinking?
Why did you?
l donīt know. līm nuts.
Thatīs what my father says.
Thatīs not a real answer.
l know.
Why did l ever leave you, Sam?
Youīre so generous and kind and honest.
Linda, you donīt know everything about me.
Of course l do.
Youīre my Milky Way man.
Youīre in love with that man?
Youīre breaking my heart!
Get him off! Come on!
Kiss me, Sam, please.
l got a stud.
That l didnīt know.
Linda, letīs go!
l got to go.
Come to my hotel tonight.
The Evangeline, eight oīclock?
Eight oīclock. līll be there.
Letīs give that man a hand.
Thank you, thank you.
Go to hell! Take anything you want.
Donīt forget the TV!
And donīt forget the sofa also!
You fascist!
How dare you?
līll rape your skull, you bastard!
Look out.
Anton, whatīs going on?
Credit card bastards!
They say l owe them thousands.
l never used the card.
Help me find my other shoe...
because if l find my other shoe, l will be just fine.
l have a nice little modeling job waiting for me...
with a nice little agency...
and after l get my money, līm going to go down...
and wipe it in their disgusting credit card faces!
You canīt keep Anton Depeux down...
because Anton Depeux is going to be just fine!
Look at me now, you credit card bastards!
What, a pimple?
Tell me itīs not a pimple.
ls it a rash or an allergy?
ltīs called a chronic allergy.
ltīs from food or mold, like shellfish, strawberries--
Strawberries?
l havenīt touched any of...
of those...for years.
Well, can l get you some ice or heat? Ointment?
Look! Look! Look!
l am...look...
There you go.
There you go, lover.
Thatīs what l want to hear.
Hold it! Stop!
We need to talk.
So how was your date with Linda?
You looked cozy. līm happy it worked out.
You were there?
l miss you, Sam.
We were like girlfriends.
This isnīt about him anymore, is it?
Who, him?
You know, call me a hopeless romantic.
l just hate to let him out of my sight.
Where are you going?
Nothing worse can happen to me.
l have to see Linda.
This is very painful.
Maybe now isnīt a good time.
You donīt look your best.
What if sheīs seeing another man, Mike?
Another man touching her hair, her hips...
her pink panties.
Oh, God, her pink panties.
The one with the little--
You think me pathetic, donīt you?
Yes, l do.
With Linda, the worst moments of my life...
were the happiest līve ever known.
Even as the world was crashing around my shoulders...
l had the most extraordinary times with her.
Yet l only knew her a brief time.
Your woman, how long do you know her?
A few weeks.
A few weeks? Love comes swift and hard.
Not a few weeks. Since we were kids.
You just said a few weeks.
l did. l said that.
l didnīt say you didnīt.
But l did. l said that.
How did you two meet?
Common interests.
When will l meet her?
Weīre actually not together anymore.
You didnīt get along?
No. We had a great time together.
And what drove you apart?
Another guy.
She loves another man?
No, she hates him.
She hates his guts.
Anton, līm sorry. l have to go.
Youīre not coming with me to see her?
Youīre on your own, sport.
What in the world are you doing?
l didnīt even come close to him!
līm so sorry, Anton.
līm so sorry.
Linda. Where is Linda?
ltīs all right. līm here.
Linda Green!
Nice and slow.
l got you.
Go back.
l almost killed him, Maggie.
l was trying to protect him from somebody...
who l thought was you, and l almost killed him.
l broke his arms and his ribs.
For what?
l was going to ask you about that, Sam.
Not that līm ungrateful.
Stop it, Maggie. Just stop it.
l was just curious about that.
This isnīt about him anymore. This is about us.
You and me.
l love you, Maggie.
Oh, God, donīt do this.
l love you.
What are you doing?
And l know you love me.
Why are you saying that?
- l know you love me. - Donīt do this, Sam.
Youīre crazy about me.
You should go home. Just get on a plane and go.
l wonīt hurt you, Maggie, l swear.
Look, l am trying to be nice, and you...
l donīt love you, Sam.
l donīt have one iota of feeling for you whatsoever.
Then what were you doing this morning...
watching me and Linda?
He wasnīt there.
Why were you there?
ltīs none of your business anymore what l do or why.
You were there watching me because you care about me...
because you have feelings for me.
You want to know why l was there, Sam?
You really want to know? Pictures.
Pictures of you and Linda.
l told you l want him finished off.
lt doesnīt have anything to do with you and me.
l told you, stay out of my way.
Thatīs it?
lf thatīs what you want, thatīs what itīs going to take.
Fine. Letīs get it the hell over with, then.
Thank God, Mike.
Thank God youīre back.
Scratch me, Mike, please.
Scratch my chest, my face, quickly.
Why?
Please, līm not kidding. l canīt stand it.
Why should l help you?
For the love of God, Mike!
What did you do, Anton?
You must have done something terrible to deserve all this.
What did you do?
l donīt understand what youīre talking about.
Confess, Anton!
Have you gone mad?
līm begging you.
Just for a moment.
Just one scratch.
Look at you. Youīve lost everything you have.
Your money, your love, your self-respect.
Youīre broken, Anton.
Youīre repulsive!
ls this what you want? ls this enough?
No, huh? You want more?
All right.
Do it, Anton. Confess.
Confess what?
That you hurt people!
Who, Linda? Yes, l cheated on Linda.
l admit it, but why should you care?
You were using her, werenīt you?
What are you talking about?
Just admit it!
That you were using her to stay in this country...
just the way you used Maggie!
l never told you anything about Maggie.
Who the hell are you?
līm the Milky Way man...
and l know everything.
Youīre going to hurt yourself.
Youīre killing yourself.
Here. Let me help you.
Howīs this? You enjoying the show?
Maggie was my angel.
She brought me here, in America.
l was nothing before l met her.
Just a waiter in a little café in Paris.
Yeah. l used her.
l used her terribly.
But l didnīt think it mattered...
because l was...
sure that l would grow to love her.
l thought if l could just love her, then...
it would be all right.
The shame would go away.
You canīt choose who you love, Mike...
or whoever the hell you are...
and l love Linda.
l love Linda.
More than anything!
Who the hell do you think you are to judge?
Who the hell do you think you are?
līm nobody, Anton.
līm nobody.
Nobody to nobody.
Linda, we need to talk.
Hello? Yes, please.
l need to be scratched on my face, my chest, and my back.
Please. Hello?
lt is an emergency call. l swear.
Hello, mister?
Say weīre even.
What?
Just say it.
Yes, we are even.
Good.
So how ya been?
Here! līm here, Linda!
Oh, baby! Look at you!
Oh, God!
Oh, honey!
l love you.
Youīre everything to me.
Bad dog! Go away!
So l saw this episode of Lassie today...
and Lassie was accused of a crime she didnīt commit...
and the ranger was coming to put her to sleep.
Howīs Lassie going to get out of this one?
Well, the little boy found out that the ranger was coming...
and he told Lassie that...
that she had to go away, far away.
For her own good.
But Lassie wouldnīt leave.
See, Lassie just couldnīt leave the boy.
What did he do?
He told her that he never liked her.
He said, ''l hate you.
''l hate you, Lassie. Youīre a bad dog.
''l hope l never see you again.''
That must have made Lassie sad.
Yes, it did.
Lassie trotted off...
very sadly.
But you know what happened?
Lassie came home, Maggie.
Did the little boy make it with Lassie?
Yes, he did.
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