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(dramatic music)

(slow dramatic music)

- Meticulous handwriting, nice.

Elegant, but a little intimidating.

"Dear Red Shoes.

"There's something about your ad that compelled me to write.

"It struck me as sincere and very sad."

Yeah.

"Friday, March 13th.

"You might know it.

"Every Friday the 13th changes my life

"for better or for worse.

"Usually for worse."

- [Woman Voiceover] It had been the day from Hell.

Of course, my car wouldn't start, the Dow fell 63 points,

then somebody stole my jacket in the restroom.

(woman screaming)

- Taxi!

♪ I see you in my dream

- Hey, sister woman.

The nice man in the back seat

say you should get in out of the rain.

Him say he'll take you anywhere you want to go.

- Taxi!

I'm sure he would.

- Really, it's no problem.

I know what it's like to try to hail a cab in the rain.

Happened to me in New York, I got a terrible flu.

You don't want that.

Look, I'm going to count to three.

One, two,

two and a half.

Where are you headed?

- Anywhere on the Westside.

It wasn't supposed to rain today, was it?

- Hell, this isn't rain, white chocolate.

This is liquid sunshine here.

- Thanks.

It was very nice of you.

- Well you looked desperate.

- I was desperate.

- Look at you, you're shivering.

- I'm fine.

- I'll tell you what, will you try the heater please?

- The heater I seen him broke down, but we're ticking.

You might want to hit this here help keep you a bit warmer.

- No, thanks, thanks a lot.

- (laughs) I tell you what, here.

Put on my jacket.

(slow music)

- No, really, I'm fine. - Come on.

- I'm fine.

- You don't look fine, I'll tell ya.

Teeth are chattering.

You're about an inch away from getting really sick.

- You sound like my mother.

- I do? - Yeah.

- Thank you.

- It's not a compliment.

Look, I'll get your jacket all wet.

Really I'd rather--

- You know, if I were you I'd take off my blouse, seriously.

Or else you're going to be warm on the outside

and cold on the inside.

- He's telling the truth.

- Really.

Look, I promise I won't look.

- Me neither.

- Yeah, sure. - Here, go on.

- Oh, what the hell.

- Eyes on the road, my man.

There you go.

Feel better?

- Much better, thank you.

- Wow, let me ask you something.

Do you put henna on your hair or is that your natural color?

It's really pretty.

(woman laughing)

What?

- What are you, a hairdresser? (laughs)

- Do I look like a hairdresser?

No.

- As long as you're not a stalker.

- Come on, would it matter?

- Of course it would matter,

what kind of car you drive, where you live,

your bank account, it all matters.

- Only four things really matter, laughter, kindness,

the endurance of beauty, and truly great pizza.

(driver laughing)

- Not love?

- Too many side effects.

Hm, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, it's just a raindrop.

Looked like a tear.

- This be it, man.

- Your jacket.

- Please, keep it.

- I'll drop it off.

- You could come up.

- I'll messenger it over to you.

- Hm, my housekeeper always leaves

a nice pot of vegetable soup.

- I really can't--

- Always too much for one.

- I can't.

- Vegetable barley.

- I'm late, I'm late.

- With a dash of nutmeg.

- I really can't.

- I think you can.

- I can't.

- Come on, now, what are you white people going to do?

Why can't white chocolate go up

and try some of the man homemade soup?

What's wrong with ya?

- Okay, a cup of soup, just a cup.

- Just a cup.

- [Driver] There you go, man.

- (laughs) How much do I owe you?

- [Driver] You owe me plenty 'cause I got her out the cab.

(men laughing)

39.95.

- Keep the change. - Thank you much.

God bless you, one love.

- [Woman Voiceover] I don't know what it was

that made me decide to go with him.

Maybe it was his brown eyes.

Maybe it was the joint the cab driver was smoking.

Or maybe I'd just been alone too long.

When you're single in your early 30s,

when your heart's been broken one too many times,

you become cautious and you begin to let your ambitions

and your work take over.

And you like it that way.

It's safer that way.

Lonely sometimes, but safe.

- Let me take the bag.

There you go, this wet thing.

Make yourself at home.

- This is great.

Did you design it?

- No.

- Okay, so if you're not an architect you must be a painter.

A designer.

- No.

You know, I hope you like parsnips

'cause Maria, my housekeeper grows them in her backyard.

- So, you're not going to tell me what you do, right?

- No.

- Right, I mean, you're right.

After all, all that matters is really great pizza.

(slow music)

- Right.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- [Woman] Hi, it's me.

Where are you, seriously?

Call me, bye.

- Maybe this isn't such a hot idea.

I think I should go.

We can get together for a drink sometime, someplace.

- What for?

- Well, I don't know.

I mean, isn't that what we're supposed to do?

I mean, go to a movie and then have dinner

and get to know each other kind of?

(timer beeping)

- We have dinner.

We can watch a movie, if you like.

I have some cassettes I think you'd really like.

- That's not what I mean.

- Then say what you mean.

- I really don't know what I'm doing here.

- You're here because you're cold.

And because you're hungry.

And because you're wearing my jacket.

And because something happened in that cab

I think you're not ready to let go of.

I bet everyone in your office thinks you make love

whenever you want, because they only see your beauty,

never your sadness, or your fear.

- What do you think I'm afraid of?

- I think you're afraid that I'm talking you

into doing something that you already want to do.

Just say stop if you want me to stop.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop.

(wind howling)

(mid-tempo music)

♪ What's a girl supposed to do

♪ When she falls in love with you ♪

♪ What's a girl supposed to do

♪ When she falls in love

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ It's the only part that matters ♪

- Wait, do you have a condom?

♪ What's a girl supposed to do

♪ When she falls in love with you ♪

♪ What's a girl supposed to do

♪ When she falls in love

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ Touch the heart

♪ It's the only love that matters ♪

(dramatic music)

(woman gasping)

(woman groaning)

(slow music)

- Shit.

Shit.

I gotta go.

- Please don't go.

Listen, I want to see you again.

- What, you want to date now?

- No, not a date.

I want to make love to you again,

here like we did tonight.

And then walk away again.

- When? - On Wednesday.

- I can't Wednesday. - Tuesday.

- Tuesday. - Yes.

Seven o'clock?

- Nine.

- Eight. - Okay.

- And then Thursday after that.

- [Woman] I'll have to check my schedule.

- Okay, check it.

- [Woman] Okay, I will.

- Whenever you say.

- [Woman Voiceover] For the first time in my adult life

I'd found someone who wanted the same thing as me,

Tuesdays and Thursdays, the perfect solution

for the single working woman.

No commitment, no expectations,

no lies, no names,

anonymous, monogamous.

- Hello.

- [Woman Voiceover] The safest sex going.

(slow jazz music)

- Hello?

Is anybody home?

Hi.

- [Man] Close your eyes.

- Why?

- Just close your eyes.

Okay, now come with me.

- [Woman] Why?

- You'll see.

Okay, open your eyes.

(gentle music)

I hope you like pearls, 'cause I sure do.

- They're beautiful, they're amazing.

Fucking amazing.

- Every breath, every minute,

every second has got to be special.

I don't care who you are or where you're from,

whether you're a Democrat, an aristocrat, a bureaucrat.

When you're here, nothing else matters but you and me

and what we see, and smell, and taste, and feel.

Never what we say.

♪ Everything must change

♪ Nothing stays the same

♪ Everyone will change

♪ No one stays the same

♪ Young become the old

♪ And mysteries do unfold

♪ 'Cause that's the way of time ♪

♪ Nothing and no one goes unchanged ♪

♪ There are not many things in life ♪

♪ You can be sure of

♪ Except rain comes from a cloud ♪

♪ Sun lights up the sky

♪ And hummingbirds

♪ Except the rain

♪ And the sun

♪ And music makes me cry

- Oh God, tell him I'll call him tomorrow.

- [Woman Voiceover] My friends told me I was nuts,

that I'd never be able to keep my objectivity.

(slow music)

To separate the act of love from the emotion of love.

But I knew I could handle it.

Thursday.

I took off from work early.

It was my turn.

- So, how long you been planning to do this?

- Since Tuesday.

- Been planning it 100 times, haven't you?

- Thousands.

- So why now?

- Why not?

(rock music)

♪ Gimme your pain, gimme your love ♪

♪ I am everything you're dreaming of ♪

♪ Gimme your pain, gimme your love ♪

♪ Gimme your pain, gimme your love ♪

♪ I am everything you're dreaming of ♪

♪ Gimme your pain, gimme your love ♪

♪ I am everything you're dreaming of ♪

♪ Gimme your pain

(slow music)

- [Woman Voiceover] Did he put the letters

by the champagne to tempt me?

Or did they just happen to be there?

I knew the rules, but I just couldn't help myself.

I needed to know more.

- Michael Fraser.

(slow dramatic music)

Sorry.

- We had an agreement.

- I know.

So that's it.

It's over, I broke the rules.

I understand.

I'd feel the same way.

A deal's a deal, right?

All that matters is great pizza.

You know, you're really being a prick.

There's a certain code of conduct around here

that makes me feel like I'm at school.

Fuck you.

(screams) No. (screams)

- Don't go.

Don't.

- You motherfucker.

- [Woman Voiceover] We'd gone right up to the edge

and almost lost it.

(slow music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Mom, what's wrong?

Yes, I'm still here.

Are they sure it's him?

Oh my God.

(slow music)

- Why are you here?

It's Wednesday.

- My brother,

my brother's dead.

When he was born, my parents gave him to me as a gift

so I wouldn't get jealous.

You should never give kids.

Gifts are meant to keep.

I can't keep him.

- I'm here, and I'll be here as long as you need me.

- [Woman Voiceover] That night we told

each other everything.

He opened up and so did I.

I went back east for the funeral.

When I came back, he was gone.

I had gone to him with my grief and he'd comforted me.

We stepped over the line.

♪ I see you in my dream

- [Woman Voiceover] We broke the rules.

♪ Gypsy woman

♪ Down on lonely street

- [Woman Voiceover] For the next three months

I buried myself in my work,

hoping to forget him but praying that I'd see him again,

that fate would deal me a second hand.

The truth is, with Michael I finally realized

I was ready to accept the compromises of a relationship,

face the dangers, the pain.

Then one day, out of the blue, just when I'd given up hope,

he called me at work.

He said he wanted to start up again

exactly where we'd left off,

only this time with no limits and no rules.

The next move was mine.

♪ Rest in peace

- Boy, have I missed you,

missed you a lot.

Ah, oh.

- Ditto.

- There you have it, Stella.

You go to bed with a stranger

and they can still be stranger.

But you go to bed with them again,

they stop being a stranger.

That's what happened to your momma.

She was so sure she could keep her mind

separate from her heart, but what she found out

is the same thing they found out,

there's no escaping emotion.

There's no such thing