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- [Marianna]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 I don't like miracles.

I prefer to think it's something 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 pleasure to join my sisters

as a lover in weeds.

A widow without marriage,

openly bereft.

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He came to me on the recommendation

of his physician.

Beginning with some mild anxiety and depression,

he had become 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.

He could to the point where he would

only dine out with trusted friends,

always female,

and only when they did the ordering.

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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 sombre 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.

- [David] They were the most beautiful legs

I'd ever seen in my life.

- [Marianna] What was so special about them?

- [David] 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 just, I couldn't help myself,

I just had to find out who they belonged to!

Is that crazy?

- [Marianna] I don't think so.

- I don't think so either.

I didn't think so.

I still don't.

(car horn honking)

(car honks horn) (tyres screeching)

(siren wailing)

(all shouting)

(car horn honking)

(tyres screeching)

(glass shattering)

(David whistling)

Come on, Bruiser.

Come on!

- Hi! - Hi!

- [Courtney] 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 licence 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 humour.

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.

- [Marianna] Why not?

- [David] 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! (laughing)

So did you!

- Yeah, well, 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.

(both laughing)

- 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.

- (chuckling) You were acquisitive.

Sexually, of course.

- Well- - Be honest.

-A little bit.

- Yeah. (laughing)

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.

(both laughing)

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, that's okay, 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. (laughing)

- Think about it.

- (laughing) Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

- I was 90% sure she was lying.

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

There was still a 10% 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.

(upbeat 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.

- [Agnes] 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.

- [Courtney] I wonder if he's found it yet?

- Listen, do we have a trivia question

this morning for everybody?

- Yes, well I'll tell you what

the prize is first.

The prize today is dinner for two at Lasserre.

(dog whimpering)

- Bruiser.

Are you all right?

Bruiser.

(motor whirring)

- 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.

- [Nancy] Okay.

- Nancy. - Yeah?

- What's the name of the vet

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

- [Nancy] Dr. winters.

Why, what did he eat?

-A chocolate cake.

(door bell chimes)

I'll see you later.

(Agnes 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?

(light orchestral music)

Hi.

- [David] Hi.

- [Agnes] Disappointed?

- [David] You mean there's more?

(both laughing)

- 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!

(both laughing)

- 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.

(both laughing)

- 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?

(light orchestral music)

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

The one you'll never forget.

I was 15.

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.

- [David] 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.

(light orchestral music)

- Darla!

Oh boy.

I will be forever grateful to that understanding, generous,

older woman.

I think Darla was about 18.

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.

(all 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 1000 fathers.

Kids say terrible things to each other sometimes.

(bout shouting)

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.

- [Marianna Voiceover] 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.

(soft music)

- [David] Mmm.

- [Marianna] 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 realised 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.

- [Marianna] What else?

- 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?

- $50 worth.

- Get in.

(dog barking)

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.

(thunder crashing)

- Did you paint this?

- No.

That's a Ron Davis.

That's my work.

- I like it.

It feels so cold.

- [David] It's granite.

- I like the way it feels.

- I like for my sculptures to be felt

and not just looked at.

- Sexy, maybe.

- [David] 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.

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?

- [Nancy] 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.

-All right.

- 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.

- [Nancy] You sound just like my mother.

- [David] thank god you didn't say I sound like your father.

- I never had a father.

(light orchestral music)

- 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.

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.

- It's okay.

- 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.

(David sighing)

Yeah.

I have to go to Houston tomorrow.

(David 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. (laughing)

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.

- Mmm.

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 agonising

because it means to give up all the unknown lovers

yet to come.

To leave his love

is equally agonising.

For it means to feel alone and abandoned.

(door knocking)

(soft music)

- 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.

(soft music continues)

I don't wanna go to Houston.

(country music)

- [Photographer] 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.

- [David] 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.

- [Lulu] 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.

(Lulu moaning)

(all chattering)

(elevator dinging)

(both panting)

- It's okay, you got four minutes.

- No, you got four minutes.

I got four seconds.

Three, two, one.

(Lulu 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 of 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.

- [David] (giggles)Ah!

That's a, that's a beautiful Chagall.

- Is that pretty? - Oh, yes it's pretty.

- [Man] 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.

(David shrieks)

Feeling alright, Mr. Fowler?

- [David] Uh, I'm feeling, (coughs).

(Lulu giggles)

- Mr. Fowler. - Hm?

- [Roy] 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.

- [Lulu] 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.

(siren wailing)

(police radio chattering)

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

(David chuckling)

(car horn honking)

- Sign right here.

(tyres screeching)

(country music)

- Leroy, you better take a little chicken there,

We can always kill a few more hens.

(all chattering)

(all chattering indistinctly) (country music continues)

- 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 lucky I stopped by!

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 bell ringing)

- [Announcer] there they go!

And on the inside the early leader is Headstrong.

But moving up to challenge

is Frosty Frenchy and Mother Lode.

- Oh, that's fine.

- [Announcer] tight squeeze.

Regal Hunter drops out of it.

Slightly Lightning Rod moves up from in between horses

and to the far off side is Moonshot.

Then going back to Glorybound

and there's goes Gay Deceiver.

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

Mother Lode is second by head along the railing,

Gay Deceiver now coming through Glorybound

and around horses.

There's goes Moonshot.

Past the grandstand, it's Headstrong, Mother Lode,

and Lightning Rod.

Around the clubhouse turn,

it's still Headstrong by a length.

In the backstretch Gay Deceiver is second by a head

in front of Frosty Frenchy.

Lightning Rod is third.

And Glorybound is beginning to move on the rail.

Now it's Lightning Rod coming up

to challenge Frosty Frenchy.

Mother Lode is two lengths ahead of Moonshot.

Into the far turn it's Frosty Frenchy by a head.

Lightning Rod second by a nose.

Mother Lode and Moonshot neck and neck,

a length in front of Gay Deceiver.

Turning into the stretch, it's Frosty Frenchy.

(indistinct)

Mother Lode on the rail.

Moonshot closing ground on the outside.

And here comes Lightning Rod.

It'll be close.

Frosty Frenchy,

Headstrong and Lightning Rod.

Coming into the wire, it's Frosty Frenchy,

Lightning Rod and Headstrong.

Frosty Frenchy wins it by a length and a half.

Lightning Rod is second by a nose.

And Headstrong, third by-

- Have anything planned for the night, after this?

- No.

- 'Cause guess what.

(soft 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?

- [Lulu] 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.

(David humming)

Like Fred and Ginger.

- It is? - Yeah.

- Fred and Ginger who?

- Never mind, it doesn't matter.

(Lulu giggling)

- Wow!

You're like a rogue cowboy sometimes.

(both laughing)

(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!

(muffled shouting)

No! Not there, no.

- I don't know!

I'm not gonna,

I'm not a good... (grunting)

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- 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. (chuckling)

She's so tiny she can break wind,

you don't hardly smell nothing.

There you go, Simba.

Go!

Go to mama, Simba!

- 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-

(David grunting)

Would have her for breakfast.

I, II 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 Perignon 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.

- [Lulu] 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, okay?

- Twice as nice. - All right.

- [Lulu] Here Simba, keep him company.

- Come here Simba, come here honey. (kissing)

Oh, honey,

I forgot to tell you we had a guest.

- [Lulu] We do?

- (chuckles) You must have a piece of liver

in there! (laughing)

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

Get squeaky clean.

And I'll be right back out, raring to go. (blows kiss)

♪ 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.

- 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?

(Lulu shushing)

- He'll hear you!

- Help me out, 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.

♪ Miss Mousie's side uh-huh ♪

♪ He rode up to Miss Mousie's side uh-huh ♪

(David shrieking)

- What are you doing now?

Why do this right now?

- It's stuck to your belt!

- Undo my belt, undo my belt.

- Oh, god.

Come on!

- I'm coming. (grunting)

- 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.

♪ If Jimmy cracked corn better set it on the shelf ♪

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

♪ Uh-huh ♪

- Come on, we gotta go.

You're gonna take the Rolls.

- [David] How the hell am I gonna drive?

- [Lulu] Just get the keys from Jack.

- [David] Who the hell is 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)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Ow ♪

- [Jack] Rhythm track!

- 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.

- 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?

- Yeah. - Who?

- Who you askin' for?

- Who you calling?

- Jack, is that cool?

- Yeah, go ahead.

♪ 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.

(David mumbling)

- 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.

- 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?

- Okay, you, go ahead, call her.

You go ahead,

Go ahead. - Yeah.

♪ I don't want no trouble. ♪

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

- Only Mrs. Goss knows- - Oh yeah, yeah.

(David mumbling)

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello, Mrs. Goss?

There's a man down here, give him the car?

All right.

- You got yourself the car.

- Oh, great.

(Al 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.

(David mumbling)

- Oh, listen now.

You want some money?

Just go ahead and-

- That's okay, that's okay, man.

- No, no, go ahead.

- Nah, that's alright.

You just have a nice trip.

See ya later, shoes.

- So long, Al. - See you later, my man.

- 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!

- I beg your pardon.

-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.

(door clicking)

- You left your coat and glasses.

- I know that.

- Would you like to come and get them?

♪ By the time I get to Houston, she'll be ridin' ♪

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

- [Marianna Voiceover] 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 immobilised.

Frozen.

(David 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.

(David breathing heavily)

Okay?

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

- Well, the dream frightened you.

It's just the adrenaline.

Breathe in again.

- Okay. (inhaling)

- [Marianna] 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.

(David exhaling)

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

- Marianne? - Mm-hmm?

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. (whimpering)

(David whimpering)

(dog barking)

(doorbell ringing)

(dog barking)

(doorbell ringing)

(door knocking)

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?

- [Detective] Just 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?

(David grunts)

- I tell you, when things start going bad,

they just go from bad to worse.

(rumbling)

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.

(David breathing heavily)

- Okay.

- See that one?

I would have been fine.

If it hadn't been for Texas.

- Yes.

- Houston.

- Of course.

- Roy.

(David blowing raspberry)

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?

- 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.

(clearing throat) 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.

(light orchestral music)

- 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.

- [Marianna] And how did you feel about that?

- I was embarrassed.

-And?

-And aroused.

(Courtney moaning)

- [Courtney 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 paralysed.

(both 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 organised, and purposeful,

and sticks to her shopping list.

A rookie just wanders and improvises.

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

And then occasionally, there's one that

really brightens your day.

- Excuse me.

(doorbell 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.

- [Marianna] 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.

(doorbell ringing)

- Okay, okay!

Okay, I'm coming!

Oh my god.

Hi there.

- Care to harbour a fugitive for a few days?

You cute thing.

- I thought you were in jail.

- [Lulu] 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? - Mm-hmm?

- 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.

- [David] 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?

-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?

- Mm-hmm.

- 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.

(soft music)

- 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.

(light orchestral music)

(light orchestral music continues)

(stone tapping)

(light orchestral music)

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.

- Mm-hmm.

- You didn't let me finish.

-Ah, that's because I knew you'd come up with

Something practical and objectionable.

(Marianna laughs)

- [Marianna] If you were my eight o'clock patient-

- I couldn't be your eight o'clock patient,

because I don't get up until nine o'clock.

- If you were my eight o'clock 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.

- [David] You wanna know what your problem is?

- I know what my problem is.

- You have no sense of adventure.

You know, joie de vie.

- What?

- Joie de vous.

- No, joie de vivre.

- 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?

- [Marianna] Mm-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?

- [David] 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?

- [David] 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.

- Okay 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, II 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.

(grand orchestral music)

- [Marianna] 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.

(stone tapping)

- David?

- Hm?

- Do you have a blender? - Sorry?

- A blender. - Oh, yeah.

There must be one in there some place.

- 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.

(answering machine beeps)

- [Marianna] 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.

- [Woman] TWA flight 708 to London and Geneva now boarding.

- What are you doing here?

- It's the only place in the world where people fall

out of their farms.

(Marianna laughs)

- David.

- Mm-hmm?

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 aeroplane?

- Baur au Lac in Zurich.

- Doctor, open this on the plane.

- Thank you.

Dr. Taft. - Foker Feebleman.

- [Woman] Final boarding call for TWA flight 708 for London

and Geneva.

(aeroplane engine roaring)

- [Marianna] 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 immobilise 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.

(soft jazz music)

(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.

(Agnes 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.

(soft jazz music continues)

- [Marianna] On the 21st of December,

I received a postcard.

- [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.

- [David] 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 grey 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.

(car horn honking)

- Look out!

(tyres screeching)

(Janet screaming)

- [Woman] Help him!

(Nancy crying)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

- Nancy.

- Mr. Fowler?

Hi.

You're gonna be just fine.

(glass breaking)

Oh my god!

- Who do I talk to about Mr. Fowler?

(light orchestral music)

(light orchestral music continues)

- [Marianna Voiceover] 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.

Moulded 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.

(soft music)

♪ What is it that made you run away ♪

♪ What, were you afraid you'd feel passé ♪

♪ Always the same ♪

♪ the closer you came to love ♪

♪ Funny how you fought and didn't know ♪

♪ Everything you thought you wanted so ♪

♪ Always the same ♪

♪ the closer you came to life ♪

♪ Once in my arms you were happy ♪

♪ But while I was singing ♪

♪ What long ago voice did you hear ♪

♪ At the moment ♪

♪ Forever was near ♪

♪ Women have a way of running too ♪

♪ Little boys who run away like you ♪

♪ It's foolish but then I do it again ♪

♪ For sometimes ♪

♪ Little boys run away ♪

♪ And grow up ♪

♪ To love some day ♪

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