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Hi, Tim.

Hi. You want something?

Just some coffee, to be fair.

Jake?

Do I know you?

In a way.

Nico? No.

Must be a popular guy.

Not really.

Honey, you don't look like a shoe salesman.

I beg your pardon?

Red shoes?

You don't look like the type.

What is the type?

You know, the type of guy who gets his kicks out of looking up women's dresses.

Well, you're right. I'm not the type.

You have nice eyes.

Fat and nice. Can I get you something?

Coffee, black.

So talk to me about red shoes.

It's a long story.

It's early.

Maybe another time.

How about dinner tonight?

I don't think so.

Why not?

I'm kind of in a transitional period, you know what I mean?

What does that mean?

So?

So what?

Dinner? I don't think so. Look, I remember, you know. Look, it's not a

No?

Just a couple of guys going out to shoot for shit.

A couple of guys?

Hey, I can go you beer for beer and give you the shooting stats of the Lakers

starting lineup.

And now I draw the line at Pete standing up.

Besides, I don't take no for an answer.

You don't?

too late.

Wow, you look great.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry, I can't have dinner with you tonight.

Why not?

I'm sorry if I've wasted your time.

What's your name, Jake?

Who?

Your wife.

Girlfriend. The one who hurt you so bad.

Can't say.

Her name was Alex.

Was?

Yeah, she's dead.

She died.

Sorry.

When?

About a year ago.

She killed herself about a year ago without warning, just some secret.

You know, I think you think you know somebody. You think, you know, you live

with them and you think you understand them.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, I've told you things I haven't spoken about for a

year.

I don't even know your name.

Joe.

I don't even know your real name.

Nate.

I'm sorry about tonight, Kate.

I really am sorry.

What are you doing here?

I don't give up.

It's been a while.

I figured you'd give up on me. You weren't waiting for it. Come on, let's

out of here.

Are you abducting me?

Where we going?

What's the difference?

Thank you.

That's it.

Thank you.

Can you, um, can you take your hair down?

That's great, thanks.

That's great.

Yeah, keep your eyes closed like that.

Can you tilt our beak a little bit more? Great.

Stella. Stella.

Wow.

I lived in a loft in New York.

You know, you can tell everything about a person from where they live.

Like to indulge yourself?

Gourmet kitchen, no food.

You like to eat, but you want somebody else to do the cooking.

All that for my refrigerator.

Okay.

The furniture.

It's eclectic.

Some of it's bizarre.

Tells me that you're independent.

A leader.

Always the boss.

You like to test people.

Shock them. See what makes them jump.

Open space.

You have a tendency to feel trapped not only by places but by situations.

Ready to run.

One foot out the door.

Possessions?

Beautiful, but not personal. Nothing that you'd worry about leaving behind.

Alex must have been a really special lady.

How do I get in touch with you?

You don't.

I'll find you.

Shit. Followed me.

It's a nasty habit.

Please quit.

Fuck you.

How'd you get here so fast anyway?

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Joe?

Come back to bed.

You shot these, didn't you?

Incredible.

I wonder what else we can tell about the person who lives here.

Please. Patience.

No mirrors.

Interesting.

Gourmet kitchen.

Food not terribly important.

I'd say the woman that lives here likes to get inside people's heads, see what

makes them tick, but is terrified of revealing herself.

That's enough.

I wonder why.

Don't.

What am I to you?

Jake, these pictures are for me.

Nobody else is going to see them.

These pictures are everything that I think is wonderful about you.

When I look at them, it's as if you're here with me.

Come here.

Promise me that you won't keep any secrets between us.

My last secret, expose at your own risk.

Um, this is Jake, the architect that I was telling you about, honey.

Jake, this is Howard, my husband.

Pleasure to meet you, Jake.

It's nice to meet you.

Well, I'm quite familiar with your work.

Tell me about your charity.

Well, I've been working with the rejoined dance.

Brought your check back.

It's not why I invited you. Why did

you invite me?

Because I'm falling in love with you.

And I wanted you to know what I would be giving up.

Dear Jake, sometimes the hardest thing for anyone to give up is their mystery.

But if you love someone, really love someone, you have to make that choice.

Otherwise you end up betraying that love.

Which brings me to that age -old question.

Is it possible to love two people at the same time?

The answer is yes.

Is it healthy?

No.

Not for me.

Not for Howard.

And definitely not for you.

In saying goodbye, I just want you to know that for a few moments,

I lost myself in you.

And that my very last secret is I'll never forget

you.

With all my love.