All language subtitles for (1983)TheManWhoLovedWomen[ING]

All these women, they follow
him even to the grave.

How is it possible?
Well, why not?

They loved him very deeply,
each in her own way.

Passionately...

Kindly, forever.

What appears impossible is
that there is no jealousy...

No envy, no rage, not even
cynicism.

It may seem like a miracle,
but, well, I don't like
miracles.

I prefer to think it's
something more simple.

As simple as that he really
and truly loved all these
women.

That could do strange and
wonderful things, couldn't it?

Well, yes. To me too.

Certainly those few here who
know me as his doctor, his
analyst...

Hardly think I only mourn for
him as my patient.

And it gives me great pleasure
to join my sisters as a lover
in grief.

A widow without marriage,
openly bereft.

He came to me on the
recommendation of his
physician.

Beginning with some mild
anxiety and depression, he had
rapidly become

More and more frozen and
unable to make decisions.

For a man who had all his life
been given to the utmost
daring and impulsiveness...

Whether to work or not to work
presented an unsolvable and
terrifying issue.

The multiplicity of items on a
menu had become a nightmare
challenge.

It had come to the point where
he could only dine out with
trusted friends...

Always female, and only
when they did the ordering.

He was a most intelligent man.

Remarkably intuitive,
gentle...

Almost soulful.

And with eyes that saw and
caressed with equal intensity.

If he was in fact unable to
make choices and act on them,

I surely sensed an enormous
potential locked away behind
those somber eyes

And constrained gestures.

In the beginning he hastened
to reassure me that his tragic
state of inertia...

He referred to it with some
real justification as his
"impotence"...

Was most recent, hopefully
transient, and altogether
out of character.

To prove his point, he told
me a story based on a pair
of legs.

MAN: They were the most
beautiful legs I'd ever
seen in my life.

PSYCHIATRIST: What was
so special about them?

MAN: Well, they were long.

Very long. Shapely, obviously.

They were athletic, too, but
not too muscular, you know?

And they moved so gracefully.

They were fantastic!
And I couldn't help myself...

I just had to find out who
they belonged to!

- Is that crazy?
- PSYCHIATRIST: I don't
think so.

I don't think so either.
I didn't think so.
I still don't.

(SHOUTING)

(CAR HONKS HORN)

(SCREECHING TIRES)
(SOUND OF BREAKING GLASS)

(WHISTLING)

Come on, Bruiser. Come on!

- Hi!
- Hi!

I thought you were going to
be at the gallery all day.

I was going to,
but I got off early.

Hello, this is David Fowler.
My car is insured by you. I'd
like to talk about an

-Accident claim.
- Accident? Did you have an
accident?

No! No, just hang on a
second. No, I didn't have an
accident. What is that?

It was supposed to be a
surprise. I wanted you to come
home and find it.

Aw. Well why don't you go in
the kitchen, and when I get
through with the phone

I'll come in there and I'll
find it, and it'll be a
surprise! Okay?

- Okay.
- Are you still there? Yeah.

See, the car was parked on
Pico Boulevard. And I...

And I wasn't in the car at the
time. I just came out, and
someone hit it,

Sort of a glancing blow, and
just kept on going. I have the
license number right here.

It's 1GA1021. Yeah.

You think you'll have any
trouble tracing it?

Well it's just a matter of
interest. I'd like to know
who it is.

I was kind of semi living with
a woman named Courtney Wade.

Loves to cook, bright, sweet,
funny lady.

But that afternoon I wasn't
very good company.

I had a commission in Houston
that was behind schedule...

And on top of that, I couldn't
stop thinking about
those legs!

They just kept strolling
through my mind.

(PHONE RINGING)
I'll get it.

Hello?

It was the insurance company.
Her name was Agnes Chapman,
and she lived in Santa Monica.

Oh, um... watch it all.

I called her from a gas
station at the end of
her street.

At first I didn't think I had
a chance, but thank god she
had a sense of humor.

She admitted that she was
intrigued, and like I hoped...

She felt safe to meet me at
the gas station.

I remember thinking, oh
jesus, I'm about to meet the
woman with

Maybe the most beautiful legs
in the world, and...

And now, I'm not really sure I
want to.

PSYCHIATRIST: Why not?

MAN: What if the top half
didn't live up to the
bottom half?

- Hi!
- Hi.

- David Fowler.
- Agnes Chapman.

- You want to go somewhere
and talk?
- Um, no let's talk here first.

- Oh, okay.
- Okay.

- You wore pants!
- I didn't know the rules!
(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)

- So did you!
- But I mean... you have such
great looking legs you know...

- And I'm disappointed.
- Isn't that sweet? It's too
bad I'm not crazy about

- lady killers.
- Well I'm not either.

- Oh you don't think you
qualify as one, huh?
- No, I don't.

- And just what would you call
yourself?
- Well, I don't know, I've

Never had to come up with
a definition. Is it absolutely
necessary that I do in order

-For us to have a
relationship?
- Now a relationship? My gosh!

You're a fast worker, huh?
I'd better leave before one of
us gets pregnant!

- Well I'm not that fast.
(LAUGHTER)
- I don't know.

Please don't go.

Why did you come?

- I was inquisitive.
- Me too.

- You know, I saw your legs and
I was inquisitive.
- You were acquisitive.

- Sexually, of course.
- Well...
-Be honest.

A little bit.
(LAUGHTER)

I've got to be honest with you
too.

- You saw my cousin.
- What?
-Yeah, my cousin.

She's visiting from Canada and
she borrowed my car.

And you're right, she does
have beautiful legs. She's
a dancer.

- I saw your cousin?
- Mm hmm. Oh, but she'll be
back around Christmas.

Yeah, well, in the meantime,
why don't you and I
have dinner?

- No. Mm-mm.
- Why not?

- Because it's my cousin
you want.
- No, I don't! I've never met

Your cousin, I don't care
about your cousin, I met you.
I think you're charming,

I think you're enormously
engaging. (LAUGHTER)
I do. So what do you say?

Usually I'm also very
cautious, and so I'd like to
think about it. Okay?

Can I call you?

No. Why don't you give me your
phone number, and I'll
call you.

- Oh, well I don't have a pen
or anything...
- No, no that's all right,

- I have a great memory.
- Aw, sure you do.
-No, I do!

- I was very good in school.
- Oh yeah?
-Uh huh.

- Okay. 654...
-654...
-1654.

-1654.
- Pretty simple, huh?
-You never need a pencil.

654-1654. Okay.

- I'll hear from you, huh?
- Maybe.

- Think about it.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I was 90 percent sure she
was lying.

She didn't have a cousin, she
just didn't like me.

There was still a ten percent
chance that I was wrong.

So the next morning I parked
up the street.

And when she came out,
I followed her.

All I wanted to do was get a
look at her legs.

(EXERCISE MUSIC)
Again, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Breathe in, two, three, four,
and out

And in, and out

Breathe in, two, three, four,
and out

Breathe in, and out

And stretch and one, two,
three, four, five, six,
seven, eight

Across the body, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight

And clap, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, in fours

And one, two, three, four,
one, two, three, through the
legs and

Five, six, seven, eight and
stretch

Two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight

Reach, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight

And one, two, three four,
five, six...

Oh, no. Damn!

Bruiser! Bruiser?

MAN: Well, do you consider
yourself a good cook?

COURTNEY: Oh, just average I
guess, but I love to cook.

As a matter of fact I just
made David a chocolate cake...

- Oh shit, the surprise.
- I wonder if he's found
it yet?

MAN: Listen, do we have a
trivia question this morning
for everybody?

COURTNEY: Yes, well I'll tell
you what the prize is first.

The prize today is dinner for
two at Lasserre.

Bruiser.

Are you all right?

Bruiser...

No, probably not until about
eight or nine.

They understand your time
problem and they've agreed
to work late.

- The first two pieces
look great.
- Okay.

I'll have an early dinner and
then I'll come down.
Okay.

- Nancy.
- Yeah?
-Whats the name of the vet

That we took Bruiser to after
he ate the Christmas ham?

- Dr. Winters. Why,
what did he eat?
- A chocolate cake.

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)
I'll see you later.

(LAUGHING)
- Hi.
-Hi.

- Yes, I should have known.
- I was desperate.
-And childish.

- You really think I lied to
you, don't you?
- Yeah.

You really don't believe that
I have a cousin with fantastic
legs?

No.

There's only one way I can
convince you.

Where's the shower?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Disappointed?

- You mean there's more?
(LAUGHTER)
- No.

- No, I meant, you know,
my cousin.
- Oh, your cousin, yeah.

Your cousin will never enter
my mind again.

You're such a liar!

Well, I mean, I want to think
of her from time to time, but

These are the only pair of
legs in my life. Other than my
own, of course.

Well I got the right one.
(LAUGHTER)

Would you like to have dinner
tonight?

I can't. I'm having dinner
with someone.

Oh.

Is it serious?

I thought it might be.
Up until an hour ago.

I'll do some thinking and
let you know,
Mr. 654-1654.

And just so you can do some
thinking too...

My cousin's name is Cynthia,
and she'll be back
December 21st.

- Okay?
- Yeah.
-Bye.

So confusing.

What is?

The way I feel afterwards.

Agnes is wonderful...

Sweet...

They're all wonderful.

It's so confusing.

I start worrying about all the
women I'm never
going to know...

While I'm pursuing them

I'm destroyed by the memory
of the women I just left.

Perhaps your adoration of
women is only matched by your
hunger for a new experience.

Consequently you feel a
deepening sense of loss with
each new ending.

Yes.

So when you go forward, you
always leave something behind.

Yes.

What are you thinking about?

I was thinking about the first
woman I was ever with.

The one you'll never forget.

I was fifteen.

I can see the room.

I can smell her perfume.

I desperately didn't want her
to know that I was a virgin.

- This your first time, kid?
- Hell no.

Wait here.

I remember thinking, I wanna
get out of here.

I can get out before she comes
back.

I was glad I didn't.

This is Darla.

Darla!

Oh boy.

I will be forever grateful to
that understanding,
generous...

Older woman.

I think Darla was about
eighteen.

She was wonderful,
just wonderful.

She left me with an enduring
appreciation for the women of
the street.

I remember her name. Majesta.
And she looked like her name.

She walked very fast, so that
potential customers would

Almost have to chase her to
find out if she was really a
whore or not.

My mother walked very fast...

Determined, always like she
some clear destination
in mind...

Like she owned the sidewalk.
(CAT-CALLING)

Everyone said she walked just
like a lady.

She said she walked like a
lady because...

That way she got more money
than the rest of the
street walkers.

Everybody said that I...

I had...

I had her for a mother,
but I had a thousand fathers.

Kids say terrible things
to each other sometimes.

I got in a lot of fights.

I nearly always got beat.

It was worth it.

The blood and the bruises were
a small price to pay

For the comfort I received,
and the adoration I
could give.

Were those assaults on his
mother's virtue in any
way true?

Perhaps.

According to David, she had
endless male friends...

And often trusted him with
passionate, or complaintive,
letters to post to those men.

Certainly his own virtue
was fragile, since jealousy
made him read all of them...

And post but a very few.

Perhaps just those experiences
made it inevitable that all
women should be

Defended by him, yearned for
by him...

And forgiven everything.

DAVID: Mmm.
PSYCHIATRIST: What are you
thinking about?

DAVID: Oh, I was just thinking
of how I love watching women.

I love the way they walk, I
love all the different
shapes, the way they move.

You know there's a time when
they all disappear.

When I first realized that I
thought, well, if I can't see
them, I won't want them.

(LAUGHS) Wrong. As a matter
of fact, what I couldn't see,
I just wanted all the more.

And then just when it starts
to really frustrate me...

Spring. And they all
come out...

In pretty bright dresses and
high heels.

And I'm resurrected.

PSYCHIATRIST: What else?

DAVID: Um, what else? Oh,
well, there's the beach.

I can only handle about one
day a year at the beach.

Nancy is special in my life.

Not only because she turned
out to be a first-rate
assistant...

But also because she's the
only woman that I didn't sleep
with when I had the chance.

I wonder what would have
happened to her if I

Hadn't decided to take
Sunset that night.

The hookers were out in force.

In about a mile, I counted
half a hundred...

And then for several blocks,
nothing.

Then I saw her.

She looked young, vulnerable,
out of place.

Like a little girl wearing her
sister's clothes and her
mother's makeup.

I acted on impulse. I wasn't
sure, but at least I wanted
another look.

She was either not what she
appeared to be, or she had

Devised the ultimate little
girl come-on, or she was

Completely inexperienced and
just plain scared.

- Can I give you a lift?
- How far are you going?

How far do you want to go?

Fifty dollars' worth.

Get in.

- Hi Bruiser!
- Hi Bruiser!

He's a nice dog, all he does
is poop and eat.

- You cold?
- Yeah, a little. I gotta take
my shoes off.

Want some coffee? How about
some tea? How about some
mint tea?

Oh no, coffee'll be fine.

What do you do?

Well most of the time I try to
find the right light switch.

- I'm a sculptor.
- A what?
-A sculptor.

- Would I know you?
- Sorry?

- Would I have heard of
your name?
- Oh. My name is David Fowler.

- No, sorry, I've never heard
of you.
- That's all right.

Until about 15 minutes ago,
I'd never heard of you.

Could I have a look around?

Sure.

Did you paint this?

No.

That's a Ron Davis.

That's my work.

I like it.

It feels so cold.

It's granite.

I like the way it feels.

I like for my sculptures to be
felt and not just looked at.

Sexy, maybe.

Why not?

I don't know.

Just seems strange,
a piece of granite being sexy.

Did you ever see
Michelangelo's David?

Only in a book.

It's very sexy.

Are we gonna have sex?

No.

Why not?

Not because I don't
find you attractive, I do.

I do, too.

Very desirable.

Well then why not?

Why did you pick me up?
Why did you bring me here?

To get you off the street.

Change your mind, maybe.

And make me
your personal secretary?

Anyway, how do you know
I don't like what I'm doing?

I don't.

I just know it's something
you shouldn't be doing.

Do you like it?

No.

But I can't do anything else.

Sure you can.

Like what?

I'm not sure.

Sure.

I'll think of something.

Look, I gotta be getting back.

I don't want you to go.
You stay here tonight.

Tono will kill me.

To hell with Tono.

I'll...

I'll pay you
for the whole night.

- How much is it?
- No.

How much is it?

200 dollars.

I still gotta call him.

The phone is upstairs,
in the bedroom.

Why don't you take
a hot shower?

Before you catch
your death of a cold.

You sound just like
my mother.

Thank god you didn't say
I sound like your father.

I never had a father.

I told her the truth about

Wanting to get her
off the street.

Change her mind about
being a whore.

The rest of the truth was that
I wanted her.

(CHUCKLE) That was a problem.

I could have her.

She was paid for.

She was sleeping in my bed.

If I did have her,

What would
our chances be, then?

She smelled of...

Soap and sleep.

You know,

If I do nothing good
for the rest of my life

I'm sure that that moment
earned me some,

Little time in heaven.

The next morning I

I introduced her to
Harry and...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

(WHISPERED)
It's ok.

The next morning I introduced
her to Harry and Carl

And she's been working for me
ever since.

One day we went to the...
to the market

And we...

We ran into this guy
named Tono.

He used to be her pimp.

He went after her
with a knife.

Well...

She hit him with a frozen
leg of lamb.

(LAUGHS)

We called the paramedics.

(SIGHING) Yeah.

I have to
go to Houston tomorrow.

(SIGHS)

You know, I feel like
standing up.

Do what you feel like.

Well...

Maybe I don't feel like
standing up.

I feel like...

I feel like having
a cigarette.

When did you start
smoking again?

(COUGHS)

This morning.
(LAUGHS)

I'm...

Terrified of flying.

I mean,

Not so terrified of
flying as I'm

Terrified of crashing.

I used to fly.

But

I never seemed to be
as frightened as I am now.

Now I'm...

Seem to be really...

Really frightened.

You can always call me.

From the plane?

You know what I mean.

Yeah. Yes, I know
what you mean.

Maybe, maybe I really
don't wanna go to Houston.

You know?

Maybe what I...

Am I keeping you
from something?

As a matter of fact
your time is up.

Oh.

Right.

Parking ticket...

Did I ever show you
a picture of...

Of my dog?

Yes.

All right.

Well...

Right.

- Bye bye.
- Bye.

- I'll see you next Thursday.
- Right.

Right.

All right, bye.

(LAUGHS)
I have my toes down here.

Sorry.

Because of his inertia
and difficulty with choices,

There were times when I
literally had to push him

From my consultation room
at the end of a session.

He couldn't decide if he was
to remain or to leave,

And he would be terribly
embarrassed by his dilemma.

But this minor confusion

Is proving to be
an excellent mirror

Reflecting an infinity
of doubts concerning

Staying or leaving.

To stay with his love
is agonizing

Because it means to give up
all the unknown lovers

Yet to come.

To leave his love

Is equally agonizing.

For it means to feel alone
and abandoned.

(KNOCKING)

I'm sorry,
I can't find my keys.

Oh.

Fell down here when I was...

Lying down.

Sitting up or...

Here they are.

Oh.

Well...

I'll see you next Thursday.

Have a good time in Houston.

I don't really wanna
go to Houston and

I think we're making some
real progress now.

David.

Bye.

I don't wanna go to Houston.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Just one more, Mr. Price.

All right that's
enough, fellas.

Mr. Fowler I'd like to
congratulate you

On a fine piece of work.

That kind of reminds me
of my wife.

I don't completely
understand it,
but it sure is effective.

(LAUGHS)

Lulu!

Come here, honey.

Excuse me, ladies.

I want you to meet Mr. Fowler.

Mr. Fowler, my wife, Louise.

Hello Mr. Fowler, how are you?

- Good.
- Good to see you.

It was Lulu's idea
to give you this commission.

Well, I have admired your work
since I saw your show at the

Los Angeles
Candy Museum, 1968.

See I know.

(LAUGHS)
That was a good one, too.

Excuse me Mr. Fowler,

I gotta go around here
and shake some hands

And kiss a few behinds.

Lulu, give Mr. Fowler a
grand tour, would you please?

Would love to.

I'll see you later
this afternoon.

Thank you.

Why, you were here
in September, yes?

Yes.

What was that about
this afternoon?

Oh, Roy is gonna barbecue...

Sorry I missed you then,

I was in Toledo
with the El Greco exhibit,

- you know the one?
- Yeah.

Have you been to Spain?

Yeah, yeah.

I just love the RASF.

- Oh, hello.
- Good to see you.

Hey, I'm here to admire
the work.

This is our building.

Oh, nice building.

I wanna show you
the penthouse.

That's where we live
when we're not out
at the ranch.

This is it.

I'll probably get this
French architect

To come on in here
and take down a few walls...

It's nothing special, but
this is the living room here.

You've got a great view.

You see...

And this is the kitchen
over here.

Oh.

Then we got the dining room
right in here.

Wow, that's beautiful.

You know I really like
the bedroom.

Oh, this is...

Interesting.

You got a watch?

Sorry?

Got a watch?

- Oh, a watch, yes.
- Second hand?

Second hand?
Sure.

- We've got 14 minutes.
- 14 minutes?

10 minutes for him to decide
to find out

What we're doing up here.

Yeah?

And five to get up here.

Oh, but that makes 15.

Took 65 seconds
in the elevator.

What if he's not
running on schedule?

Then we'll both get shot.

- Ain't this exciting?
- Uh huh.

Yeah, we're drilling
for some... gas

Out on a section
of the ranch out there.

The geologist's report
looked real good,

I don't know what's...

What he's gonna do.

We'll see.

(MOANING)

(PANTING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

It's okay, you got 4 minutes.

No, you got 4 minutes.
I got 4 seconds.

- 3, 2, 1.
- 3, 2, 1.

(MOANING)

Lulu?

Where are ya, honey?

Pretty ain't it?

Huh?

Lulu?

Hey honey.

Hi.

Oh, we were just
looking at the view.

Yeah, it's incredible.

Do you?

Oh, I've seen a lot if views
in my time,

And trust me,
if you like this one...

Well I'll be damned...

Yeah...

- Is that pretty?
- Oh yeah it's pretty.

You know, you can see the...
Oh!... Waldorf from here.

(CHUCKLES)

Hmm.

Well,

You're the artist.

Hey, you wanna see
something really pretty?

Oh, yes.

Have you been
inside the bathroom?

No.

Come here, I'm gonna
show you something.

I had a French architect
do this bathroom over for me.

(GIGGLES)

Ah! That's a...

That's a beautiful Chagall.

Is that pretty?

Oh, yes it's pretty.

Now what I wanna show you here
is the pisser.

The Pissaro?

No, no, no.
That's a Pissaro over there,

I wanna show you the pisser.

This thing's
got a geyser in it.

Geyser?

Yeah, you know, what...

Uh, honey?

What do you call that thing
that geyser in the toilet?

The bidet.

Yeah, that's right.
The bouday.

And Lulu's got one
in her toilet in there.

I thought mine
was a drinking fountain

Until I sat down on it.

I tell you, that'll get your
heart started in the morning.

(SHRIEK)

Feeling alright, Mr. Fowler?

Uh, I'm feeling...
(COUGH)

(WOMAN GIGGLES)

- Mr. Fowler.
- Hm?

You're the artist here,

You know more
about these things than I do,

But I'd rather look at
this bathroom

Than look out that
window, any time.

Honey don't you think
we better get on the ribs?

Yeah I guess we better get
that barbecue going.

Come on, Mr. Fowler.

Are you feeling all right?

Oh yeah, I'm feeling fine.

You sure?

Hey you wanna
watch your step there.

You know, you look a little
puffed up.

Puffed up, huh?

Oh, honey, honey!
Wait a minute, come here.

Turn around, you got
something in your hair.

Right here. Got it.

A little piece of fuzz.

- Oh, hey baby.
- Hi.

Are you gonna ride
with us?

No, as a matter of fact
I'm gonna catch a...

See you at the... barbecue.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

(SOUND OF POLICE SIREN)

(POLICE RADIO)

Ma'am, you were doing 75
in a 55.

Sign right here.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Leroy, you better take
a little chicken there,

We can always kill
a few more hens.

Morning!

Morning.

I uh, I tried to call you,
I'm...

I decided to go back
to Los Angeles.

Well, get on it,
I'll take you to the airport.

Put the bag in the car.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

My, how, look at that!

I was just on my way
to the car wash.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Hello, this is David.

I think I'll stay in Houston
for a few days

I've been invited
to the derby.

Okay, I'll hold your hour.

You think I'm
making a mistake?

I don't think I should make
that decision for you.

It's important
that you decide.

Well, I'm gonna sleep on it
for a little while, and...

And I'll let you know.

Thank you, doctor.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(RACE BELLS)

(RACE NARRATION)
There they go!

And on the inside the early
leader is Headstrong.

But moving up tto challenge is
Frosty Frenchy and Motherload.

(WHISPERS)

It's still Headstrong
by a length and a half.

Motherload is second by head
along the railing...

(CHEERING)

It's Headstrong, Motherload...

(CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

Have anything planned
for the night, after this?

No.

'Cause guess what.

(MUSIC)

We're all alone.

Just me and you.

Where's Roy?

He's working.

He's working, but he's
here in the building, right?

No, he's in Dallas.

- Dallas?
- Business meeting.

When is he coming back?

Won't be back until tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- That's right.

What are we doing here, then?

Thought you might like
to be here.

Oh no, wait a minute.
I know you.

- No.
- Oh yes, I know you.

David you don't know me.

You like risk,
you like a lot of risk.

So if he won't be back
until tomorrow,

What the hell
are we doing here?

I mean, is the an Elks Club
meeting here tonight

- or something?
- David.

The only risk this time
is mine.

Wanna explain that?

I think I love you.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say nothing.

Just be with me.

It's just me and you.
Let's just be together.

What do you say?

'Bout that?

(LAUGHS)

I'll say...

Yes ma'am.

You do?

Yes ma'am, Texas.

- Yellow rose?
- Yellow rose.
(GIGGLES)

Like Fred and Ginger.

- It is?
- Yeah.
(GIGGLES)

Fred and Ginger who?

Never mind, it
doesn't matter.

(GIGGLING) Wow!

You're like a rogue
cowboy sometimes.

(DOG BARKING)

What the hell was that?

- What?
- It was a dog, I heard a dog.

- There's no dog in here.
- It's a dog, I'm telling you.

I heard a dog.

Stay right here.

Oh God, it's Roy!

No! Not there, no.

I don't know!
I'm not gonna...

I'm not a good...

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

I'm just here.

I'm cleaning.

In the closet.

(DOG GRUNTS)

What's that?

Oh, well... I

I didn't know you
was gonna be here, I...

I brought you
a little present.

A nice little doggie.

Thought we'd name her
Simba, but...

She's so tiny she can
break wind

You don't hardly
smell nothing.

There you go, Simba.

Go!

Go to mama, Simba!

(WHISPERING)
Go away! Go away!

Little dog!

Dog...

Simba,
little dog.

Darling, do we not just
love this little doggie?

Why don't we take her
to the ranch right now?

Oh honey, that's 60 miles,
it would take us

Half an hour to get out there.

Besides, that old (INAUDIBLE)
would have her for breakfast.

I'll tell you what.

I'll call up old bull Ray
and have him order us

Some chicken, fries, steak
and a couple bottles of

Dom Perig-non and we'll watch
the wrestling matches on TV.

Baby,

Why don't you take a shower?

How come?
I took one this morning.

Do I stink?

Pumpkin...

Oh.

You know what for?

(GIGGLING)

I'll go take a shower
and I'll put on some

Of that English leather that
you like so much, ok?

All right.

Here Simba,
keep him company.

Come here Simba,
come here honey.

Oh, honey,

I forgot to tell you
we had a guest.

We do?

(CHUCKLES)

You must have
a piece of liver in there!

Well, I'm gonna
take my shower right now.

Get squeaky clean.

And I'll be right back out,
raring to go.

(BLOWS KISS)

(SINGING)
Oh, Mr. Froggie

Went a-courtin and
he did ride, a-huh.

Froggie went a-courtin and
he did ride, a-huh.

Froggie went a-courtin and
he did ride.

Sword and pistol by his side.

A-huh, a-huh,
a-huh, a-huh.

Froggie went a-courtin and
he did ride, a-huh.

Come out! Let's go!

What is this stuff?

What is it?

This stuff, what is it?

Oh, it's crazy glue.

I used to glue
my fingernails on.

(MUFFLED) Well, how long will
it stay stuck on my hand?

- About a month and a half.
- A month?

This thing is gonna be
stuck in my mouth for a month?

(SHUSHING)

He'll hear you!

Help me out, help me out!

Come on, let go
of the dog.

I can't let go of the dog,
I'm stuck to the dog!

For a month I'll be stuck
to the dog!

Get up.

(SINGING) He rode up
to Miss Mousie's side u-huh.

He rode up to
Miss Mousie's side u-huh.

(SHRIEKING)

What are you doing now?

Why do this right now?

It's stuck to your belt!

Undo my belt, undo my belt.

(WHISPERING)
Oh, god.

Come on!

I'm coming.

What are you doing?

I'm taking a nap.

What the hell
you think I'm doing?

I'm stuck to the rug!

Take your boots off.

I'm not gonna leave my
best boots here for a month!

What are you doing?

I'm looking for the scissors.

What are you gonna cut?

I'm gonna cut you loose.

(SINGING)

If you want any more
you can sing it to yourself,

U-huh, u-huh.

Come on, we gotta go.

You're gonna take the Rolls.

How the hell am I
gonna drive?

Just get the keys from Jack.

The old man, downstairs
in the garage.

Oh.

Take care of the dog.

- Take care of the dog?
- Go home!

Honey bun!

What's you got there?

That little dog...

Just got me so excited that

We're gonna do
something different tonight.

(WHIP CRACKING)

(SINGING)
I got no problems

Problems run away
from me.

It's for me to say
to you baby

All you wanna do is
play with me baby.

(MUSICAL SCREAM)

Rhythm track!

(MUFFLED)
Jack?

- Say what?
- Jack?

No, my name's Al, man.
Common mistake.

Where is Jack? Is Jack around
somewhere, cause I gotta
talk to him.

No, no, Jack's gone home, man.

(MUFFLED)
Could you just let me have
Mrs. Goss' keys to her Rolls?

- Yeah, uh...
- No, Mrs. Goss.

- Yeah, keys to her Rolls,
right there.
- Yeah, I'mma call somebody.

- You're gonna call somebody?
Who?
- Yeah.

- Who you askin' for?
- Who you calling?

- Jack, is that cool?
- Yeah, go ahead.

(SINGING)
I don't want no problems.

- What's your name?
- Fowler.

- Fowler?
- Fowler, right.

- Fowler.
- Fowler, right.

Hello, Jack?
Yeah I didn't mean to wake
you up, man.

There's a man here callin'
himself Fowler.

No, he's a white boy.
Yeah, he's about 6'2".

Man's got fur on his feet.
He's kind of dark.

He's got his fingers in his
mouth.

Yeah, here.
He wants to talk to you.

Hello, Jack.
Uh, listen, Jack.

Mrs. Goss told me to come down
here, and

And ask for you, and get the
keys to the Rolls. There
shouldn't be any problem, huh?

So just tell, uh...

Tell Al to give me the keys to
the Rolls, okay?
Hm?

Oh.
He wants to talk to you.

(MUFFLED)
Yo, business man.
No, this is Al.

No, man. Al.
All right,
I'll take care of that.

- What are you doing?
- Calling Mrs. Goss.

- You don't need to call her.
- Why, is something wrong?

Hm?

Ok, you...
Go ahead, call her.
You go ahead...

- Go ahead...
- Yeah.

(SINGING)
I don't want no trouble.

No reason to call Mr. Goss,
because you know,

-Only Mrs. Goss knows...
- Oh yeah, yeah.
(LAUGHING)

(INAUDIBLE)
- Mr. Goss...
-Yeah, yeah.

Hello, Mrs. Goss?

There's a man down here...
Give him the car?
All right.

- You got yourself the car.
- Oh, great.

(LAUGHING)
Hey man, I really dig your
shoes. Where you get 'em?

- Oh, they're a present.
- Yeah, you don't have to tell
me if you don't want to.

- Yeah, here's keys.
- Yeah, you gotta start it for
me now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I don't normally do this,
but I'll do it for you.
- I appreciate it.

- You really like that dog,
don't you?
- Yeah.

- I hope you walk him.
- Yo, come on.

- Oh, listen now. You want some
money? Just go ahead and...
- Oh that's ok, man. That's ok.

- No, no, go ahead.
- Nah, that's alright. You just
have a nice trip.

See ya later, shoes.

(MUFFLED)
- So long, Al.
-See you later, my man.

(MUFFLED)
Yeah... Later.

I told you I shouldn't have
gone to Houston.

I told you I shouldn't have
gone to Houston.

I said, "Why do I have to go
to Houston?" I don't feel like
going to Houston.

I don't think I should go to
Houston.

All you had to say
was, "You don't have to go to
Houston."

Why didn't you tell me I
didn't have to go to Houston?

It wasn't my place to stop
you.

You mean if I felt like going
over there right now and
jumping out of that window,

You wouldn't stop me?

Hooston is not jumping out
of a window.

- Houston!
- Thank you.

And it's practically the same
thing.

"Practically," is not fatal.

Why don't you lie down again?

- I don't feel like lying down.
What do you think of that?
- Okay.

I would like to just call this
whole session to an end right
now. What you think of that?

- It's your 50 minutes.
- You're damn right it is.

It's over.

- You left your coat and
glasses.
- I know that.

Would you like to come
and get them?

(SINGING)
By the time I get to Houston,
she'll be ridin'...

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- I don't think so!

It was obvious that for some
time to come, it would be
David-the-child that I would

Have to deal with.

He was much worse.

The Houston episode had
been a regressive experience.

Before Louise,
he had been creatively
stagnant.

Now, he was immobilized.

Frozen.

(GASPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Yes?
- I'm sorry to call you so
late.

- I don't know what the hell it
is. I feel like I'm gonna die.
- Hold on just a minute.

- What did you say?
(GASPING)
- I can't breathe.

- Well don't!
- I'll die!

- You're hyperventilating,
hold your breath.
- Okay.

Listen, you are not dying.
You are having an acute
anxiety attack

Probably brought on by dreams.

Okay, now breath out.

- Okay?
- My heart's pounding,
and I'm... shaking.

Well, the dream frightened
you. It's just the adrenaline.
Breathe in again.

Okay.

Okay, in a few minutes, you'll
be feeling much better. You'll
probably be a little weak,

So you should get something
to eat, preferably
carbohydrates.

And some warm milk will help
you get back to sleep again.

I don't wanna go to sleep.

Well then, read a book or
watch television or something.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Can I breathe now?
- Yes.

- I'm sorry I woke you.
- That's ok.

- Marianne?
- Mhm?

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(WHIMPERING)

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

(KNOCKING)

DAVID:
Hey!

- What the hell do you guys
want?
- David Fowler?

Yeah,
you know what time it is?

I'm Lieutenant Gonzano,
L.A.P.D. This is Detective
Sergeant Stone from Houston.

She shot her husband?

He found out that we were
foolin' around together.

He started beating her up.

He grabbed for his .45...
and she shot him.

In the balls.

That's terrible.

He was lucky.
He's still got one left.

- What do you want from me?
- Juts wanna ask you a few
questions.

She's been charged with
attempted murder.

I may have to go to Houston
to testify.
They know everything.

I mean everything.

He hired a private detective
to follow us around.

He followed us right through a
car wash. You gotta be sick to
be a private detective.

Oh god.

(GROANING)

Why don't you lie down?
(GRUNTS)

I tell you, when things start
going bad, they just go from
bad to worse.

I'm shaking so bad,
I feel like I'm in an
earthquake.

You are in an earthquake.

I am in an earthquake.

- Earthquake, come on,
let's get out of here!
- David!

- David!
- Earthquake!

- Relax.
- What do you mean, relax?

We're on the 12th floor!

Come on, it's alright,
it's over.

Sure, that one's over,
but what about the next one?
We gotta get out of here!

- We gotta get out of this
building!
- You go right ahead,

- I have things to do.
- Oh sure, you think I'm
gonna leave you in here?

- Well, maybe just for a while.
Listen...
- David!

Oh god,
I'm no good in disasters.

- I never was. It's all right,
I'm under control now.
- Hold your breath.

- I'm under control now.
- Hold your breath.
Now come and lie down.

Take it easy.
There you go.
All right?

- Would you like a glass
of water?
- No.

- Okay.
- See that one?
I would have been fine.

- If it hadn't been for Texas.
- Yes.

- Houston.
- Of course.

Roy...
(FART NOISE)
and the

-Earthquake.
- Why, it must have frightened
the life out of you.

Oh, it scared the sh...
Weren't you afraid?

- Yes, I was.
- Oh, I'm so glad.

- I'm so glad.
- Hey, how about lying down
and putting your feet up now.

- Come on.
- Okay.

If I'm gonna put them up,
I'll make a deal with you.

If I'm gonna put my feet up,
if we get one little tremble,

- I'm getting the hell out of
here, okay?
- Mhm.

What is it?

I don't feel like associating
any more today.
Can we just talk? Okay?

Okay.

You been living in Southern
California long?

About six years. Why?

- Just curious.
- Why do you want to know?

Well, you know. Most patients
are inquisitive about their
analysts.

If you only been here six
years, you haven't seen very
many earthquakes.

(CHUCKLING)

- Are you married?
- No.

Mm.

What made you, uh,
decide to become an
analyst?

My analyst.

Did you have to see an
analyst in order to become
an analyst?

- Oh yes.
- What's his name?

- Simon Abrahams.
- Mm.

How come you never got
married?

I didn't say I never got
married. I'm just not married
now.

What'd you get a divorce for?

- We didn't, he died.
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

- Was it long ago?
- Seven years.

That's tough.

Look, I don't mind discussing
my personal life up to a
point, but

I don't think it's appropriate
to go any further.

- I didn't mean to pry.
- That's understandable.

Yeah, but I mean you can...
You can go too far,
I mean you can find out

Too much about somebody.

You have about 15 minutes
left, would you like to lie
down again?

All right.

What are you thinking?

I just remembered something
that happened to me when I was
eight years old.

I just busted into the
bathroom one day, and

My mother was taking a bath.

And how did you feel about
that?

- I was embarrassed.
- And?

And...

Aroused.

(MOANING)

I was just about convinced I
was never gonna see you
again.

Really?
I had a problem.
I was in a bad place.

Does this little encounter
indicate that said problem is
now resolved?

Well, it's a step in the right
direction.

You know what I always
say:

One step in the right
direction always deserves
another.

Is that what you always say?

For your concern, always.

Oh, thank god, I thought I was
paralyzed.
(LAUGHING)

I don't know why, but I was
suddenly feeling much better.

Well anyway, Courtney was
cleaning up the studio, and

I went to the market.

You know, you can always see
interesting women in the
market.

Mostly a variety of
housewives.

There's no general rule,
but according to the food they
buy, they're

Shopping attitude and their
sense of direction,

You can usually tell the
veterans from the rookies.

A veteran is organized, and
purposeful, and sticks
to her shopping list.

A rookie just wanders and
improvises.

And then there's always a few
you can't categorize at all.

And then occasionally,
there's one that

Really brightens your day.

Excuse me.

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

Hi, I'm Sue, the babysitter.

She was 20 years old.

An art major at Pepperdyne.

We talked about Henry Moore,
Lipschitz,

And me.
(CHUCKLES)

We had a wonderful time.

She had the most beautiful
breasts I have ever seen.

I admit it. I mean, David on
the prowl, David resurrected,
makes me really uncomfortable.

Jealous?

Oh no, Simon. Just a terrible
inability to understand this
transformation.

I mean, one day he is a
helpless, indecisive, impotent
child.

And the next, he's a licorice
billy goat, sniffing the wind
for sexual sweat.

And I don't have the slightest
clue as to what caused it.

- Perhaps you did.
- Me?

Oh no. I mean, for the past
week, I've been as dull as
dish water.

Brightest thing I've said to
him has been,
"good morning."

Brightest thing I've thought
has been...

Well, that he does have such
soulful eyes.

No, for sure, not me.

I thought maybe it was
something to do with the
earthquake.

Shock treatment is not
remarkable for its aphrodisiac
qualities.

And besides, after his initial
panic, he seemed more
fascinated by

What was happening than
afraid.

Could it be some self-limiting
depression?

Some circular condition,

That oscillates from the lower
depths to the heights of
elation.

That's not characteristic of
his clinical history.

He doesn't have that
hereditary background.

You did something to your
hair.

Oh yeah,
I changed it a little.

How did you feel
during the earthquake?

- Really?
- Why not?

Well, I was tempted to say,
"David, move over."

"I am not the rock of
Gibraltar nor the salt of the
earth."

"Now the lord's shining light.
Hold me and we'll both
feel better."

Perhaps you got to him then.

Made him feel strong, urgent,
potent, unleashed.

If I did, they we have a cure
by extra-sensory perception,
the first on record.

Well I'd keep that notion to
myself, or they'll lock you
up.

Yeah, magic isn't much
respected in our profession.

Neither is sleeping with
your patient.

Even if you're in love
with him?

Then be his lover,
not his doctor.

(DOOR BELL RINGING)
Okay, okay!

Okay, I'm coming!

(STUMBLING)

Oh my god.

Hi there.

Care to harbor a fugitive for
a few days?

- You cute thing.
- I thought you were in jail.

I'm out on bail.

- California?
- I won't tell if you don't.

- I got your telegram.
- Telegram? I didn't send a
telegram.

I know, you hunk.

- David...
- Mhm?

- What are you doing?
- Doing?

Uh, I don't know.
What am I doing?

- Hm, what are you doing?
- I was... just cleaning my
oven.

- I know. Oh, David, that is...
- David?

- Hm? Oh, hi.
- Are you okay?

(LAUGHING)
- Of course.
-Who's that?

- It's my sister.
- What's she doing here?

I don't know.

Well, what's her name?

- Hi, I'm Louise.
- Hi, I'm Enid.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.

- Enid.
- She looks just like you.

My fantasy was full,
but reality was empty.

I... I should have known.

One divided by two
equals one half.

Half a man.
Half there.

Christ,
when will I grow
up?

(VOICE OF MARIANNA)
And so it went. Session after
session, week after week.

David talking about the women
in his life, past and present.

But never giving even the
slightest hint as to what had
caused the sudden

And dramatic change in his
condition.

I say to myself,
"Stay with your ignorance."

Don't try and make sense
of the nonsensical by forcing
an explanation.

Maybe David has seen some
great truth in the
mirror that's

Just not accessible to me,
and it's liberated him.

- Be happy for David.
- But?

I just have this feeling that
if it's not revealed and
resolved,

Then there's always the danger
it could trigger a relapse.

- Why don't you ask him?
- What do you mean?

"David, what do you think it
was that suddenly made you
get better?"

I don't know.

I sense you do.

You remember the earthquake
the other day?

Mhm.

This thing shook,
the door popped open.

I don't understand.

I could see up your dress.

And you think that was it?

Don't you think so?

I guess it's possible.

I know it is.

David,
I think I should warn you.

You may gain a love,

But you'll lose an analyst.

But I think it's worth it.

(TAPPING SOUNDS)

Do we have to leave tomorrow?

Well, I have to be in the
office at 7:30...
(DAVID GRUMBLING)

- What'd you have in mind?
- Mexico.

Oh god, that's a romantic
thought.
(DAVID LAUGHING)

- Well, I think we should be
having romantic thoughts.
- Um hmm.

- You didn't let me finish.
- Ah, that's because I knew
you'd come up with

Something practical and
objectionable.
(MARIANNA LAUGHS)

- If you were my 8:00
patient...
- I couldn't be your 8:00

-Patient, because I don't get
up until 9:00.
- If you were my 8:00 patient,

How would you like it
if I ran off to Mexico?

If you ran off to Mexico with
me, I would love it.

Oh, David,
I would love it too.

Can we have two
tequila sunrises?

Listen, here's what you do.
You get on the phone,
you call the office.

Tell them, "I found this
island. There's nothing on it
but goats and flowers."

"All we can do is make
love, eat the goats, and
smell the flowers."

- No.
- You wanna know what
your problem is?

- I know what my problem is.
- You have no sense of
adventure.

- Joie de vie.
- What, no, joie de vivre
- Joie de vous

You don't know how to say
Houston, I don't know how to
say joie de, who cares?

We're meant for each other.
Listen to me.

You don't know how to take
risks...

I don't know how to take
risks?

No, no, you never learned a
language, like Spanish.

- I'm fluent in Spanish!
- You are? Perfect!

By the time we get to
Acapulco, I can speak Spanish
like a native.

(MARIANNA LAUGHING)
Listen to this.

- Que Horo?
- That's very good.

It's about 9:15.

- Did I just ask you the time?
- Um hmm.

I thought I said,
"I love you."

Well, it's the thought that
matters.

I love you too.

If I was a young Spaniard...
Well, a middle aged Spaniard,

And I was in love with this
beautiful Spanish lady,

And I wanted to ask her to
marry me, how would I say that
in Spanish?

You'd say, " Quieres casarte
conmigo?"

Yes.
I would like to marry you.

- No.
- No what?

- You tell me what.
- Don't do that.

Don't answer my questions
with questions.

Stop being an analyst,
will you?

- Well what would you have me
be?
- I would have you be my lady.

- Can't I be both?
- No, you can't.

- Why not?
- Because the therapist
takes over.

- Just because I ask you
why you want to marry me?
- Yes.

I'm your lady,
and I'm an analyst.
Both me.

I don't think you can separate
them or put a premium on
one or another.

Well I don't agree with that.
That's all right, we'll get
married, and we'll

Sleep on it, and we'll discuss
it in the morning.

- You're not going to take no
for an answer.
- No, I'm not.

Listen to me,
my dearest shrink.
I am asking you to marry me.

Do you hear what I'm saying?
I am asking you to marry me.

- I've never asked anybody to
marry me in my life.
- I know.

- Well isn't that some sort of
psychiatric breakthrough?
- Yes.

Well then,
don't you think we should

Settle down, and have
children, and live in a

Little Leave It to Beaver
house with a little white
picket fence and everything?

- Have you seen,
Leave It to Beaver?
- No.

Well, it's a beautiful house.
It's perfect for us.

Ok now, why me?

- Why not you?
- I asked you first.

- Oh, come on.
- It's a very reasonable
question.

All right, it's a reasonable
question, I'll give you that.

But I'm not gonna give you a
reasonable answer because
see, we're gonna get

Married. We're gonna live in
the Leave It to Beaver house.

We're gonna have lots of kids,
and you don't ask questions
like that.

You do. Particularly if it's a
man like you who never before
in his entire life

Asked anyone to marry him.

You don't think I'm cured.

Oh...

"Cured" is a word I find
very hard to define.

Look, David.
When you came to me,
you were in serious trouble.

- Well, don't you think I'm
better?
- Immensely improved.

Well, aren't you immensely
optimistic?

- Yeah I am,
I'm very optimistic.
- What happened to immensely?

Well, I would be immensely,

If you'd get back into
analysis.

I'll make you a promise
if you make me a promise.

I'll go back into analysis...
if you marry me.

I'll make you a promise:
If you do get back into
analysis,

I'll start watching
Leave It to Beaver.

Perfect.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

David and I saw each other
steadily for nearly two
months.

For me,
it was the most stimulating,
the most original,

The most loving two months
of my life.

And happily, everything
David said and did indicated
that he felt the same way.

But we both knew that sooner
or later, he would be
compelled to move on.

- David?
- Hm?

- Do you have a blender?
- Sorry?

- A blender.
- Oh, yeah. There must be one
in there someplace.

- Well, I found the top.
- Well, the bottom must not be
far behind.

Well, even if I do find it,
you don't have any fresh
fruit.

- You're kidding.
- I'll go to the store.

- I'll make us delicious
protein drinks.
- Svetlana!

I operate on the premise that
honest is the cornerstone of
any meaningful relationship.

- What are you saying?
- I'd rather have a Big Mac.

Okay,
you're killing your body.

No, you're killing my body.
(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, I'm not able to come to
the phone right now.

Please leave your name and any
message you have right after
the beep.

(BEEP)

This is Dr. Marianna Solari,
your affectionate analyst,
with a thought for the day.

Although conspicuous by your
absence,

Out of sight has not been out
of mind.

And after contemplating your
future emotional well being,

Your considerable talent,
and the female population at
large,

I have come to the inescapable
conclusion that you should get
back into therapy.

If you feel that this
suggestion has merit, David,

Call Dr. Colin Taft,
321-1321.

In the meantime, if you'd like
to see me for reasons either
personal or professional,

I'll be at the old stand
until the 27th.

After that,
I'll be in Switzerland.

I don't want you to go to
Switzerland.

(AIRPORT SOUNDS)

- What are you doing here?
- It's the only place in the
world where people fall

Out of their farms.
(MARIANNA LAUGHS)

- David.
- Mhm?

- How long are you going?
- Three weeks.

- Why?
- I'm going to see my stepson,
who is in college,

And I'm going to lecture.

What if I start to
hyperventilate again?

- Hold your breath,
and call Dr. Taft.
- I'm not gonna call Dr. Taft.

I don't want to see another
therapist. If I was taking
singing lessons from

Beverly Sills, I wouldn't
go see Foker Feebleman.

- I have to go.
- Aren't you even interested to
know who Foker Feebleman is?

I'd love it if you'd write to
me.

What if Foker Feebleman
is driving your airplane?

- Baur au Lac in Zurich.
- Doctor,
open this on the plane.

Thank you.

- Dr. Taft.
- Foker Feebleman.

Final boarding call for TWA
flight 708 for
London and Geneva.

I never saw him again.

About a week later,
he called me in Zurich,

And said he was doing well
and working hard.

He still hadn't seen Dr. Taft,
and I was worried that his
recovery might only be

Temporary, and that some
unexpected trauma might
immobilize him again.

He jokingly confessed that
although the pursuit of new
women was still

Exhilarating and indispensable
to his physical and emotional
well being,

The effort was beginning
to be tiresome.

He blamed his sudden loss of
energy on middle age
and poor circulation.

He sounded... sweet,

And sad...
and lonely.

He was seeing Agnes again.

(AGNES CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I guess this is as
good a time as any to tell
you something.

David, I'm getting married.

What?

Yeah, I'm getting married.

It's crazy, huh?

- No.
- Oh, it's crazy.

Is he a good guy, or...

- Yeah.
- You like him?

- Yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, he's great, he's...
- Great.

He's sweet and generous and...
(AGNES CLEARS THROAT)

- and good in bed.
- Oh, great.

And I'm in love with you.

(MOANS)
But I need commitment.

So do I.

(LAUGHS)
Oh, but you can't

I'm workin' on it.

But I want lots of babies.

Yeah.

(VOICE OF MARIANNA)
On the 21st of December,
I received a post card.

(VOICE OF DAVID)
Dear Marianna,
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Why aren't you?
I miss you desperately.

I promise that if I find you
under my tree,

On Christmas morning,
I will sign on with Dr. Taft.

I need you.

I can't decide what to buy
Foker Feebleman.

- May I help you?
- No thank you,
I'm just browsing.

- That's very pretty.
- Yes, it is.

You shopping for yourself
or for someone else?

Someone else.

- My mother.
- Oh.
(CHUCKLES)

- You're David Fowler,
aren't you?
- Well, yes.

- I love your work
- Thank you.

There you go, Ms. Swinberry.
Merry Christmas.

- Thank you, merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Uh, can I help you carry
those, Ms. Swinberry?

Yes you may.
And it's Janet.

I'm not far,
I'm just right outside.

- Just about finished with your
Christmas shopping?
- Just about.

I haven't even started yet.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

So, do you have family here?

Well, um, just come close
friends and some children.

- Your children?
- No.

- Children sound like
fun to shop for.
- They're the best.

- Do you have any children?
- No, no I'm not married.

- It's right here,
the gray one.
- Oh, got a boyfriend?

- Sort of.
- Sort of?

- It's not serious.
- Oh, good.

Is there anything preventing
you from having dinner with me
one night?

Probably,
but let me think about it.

I've actually been seeing
someone for about a year, but

- I don't know, if I had to be
completely honest...
- Don't go away, okay?

Please don't go away.
Don't go away.

What are you...

Don't go away.

Look out!
(TIRES SCREACHING)

(SCREAMING)

Help him!

(CRYING)

Mr. Fowler?

Hi.
You're gonna be just fine.

(GLASS BREAKING)
Oh my god!

Who do I talk to about
Mr. Fowler?

(VOICE OF MARIANNA)
Well, there you have it.

It's finally over.

And David,
these women have walked for
you for the very last time.

How I wish you were here to
enjoy it.

Your delight in women was
so passionate,

So generous,

That miraculously,
we were all transformed.

Molded and sculpted by your
love,

As if we were soft clay,
bent to your quiet will,

And then set firm in the fires
of your passion.

With memories as powerful and
rich

And graceful as the sculpted
images you created to beautify
the world around us.

Goodbye, David.

God bless.