All language subtitles for Sweet Young Foxes

Just like you.

Thank you.

Hello? Hello, Maggie.

It's me.

Well, congratulate me. I just wrapped up
my last final. It was a cinch. You're

right. I shouldn't have gotten so
uptight about it.

Well, the first year's behind us now,
kid. What do you say we go out and

celebrate? Oh, I'm sorry, Laura. I
can't. I met this really neat guy today,

he asked me out.

At least I think he's neat. It was also
spontaneous.

Something inside me just said, go for
it. And go for it you should.

It's my fault for not making definite
plans sooner.

Listen, have a great time.

Give me a call tomorrow and tell me
every detail.

I'm sorry, Laura. Why don't you give Kim
a call? Try to inject something more

exciting into her life other than the
late show.

You're right. We've got to do something
to broaden her horizons, if you know

what I mean.

I know what you mean.

Okay. Bye -bye.

June 2nd, 1982.

Today I finished my freshman year at Cal
State.

It's really an accomplishment, because I
never thought I'd get through the first

semester. But it's just murder trying to
get through anything without Alex here

with me.

Why did he have to pick Harvard of all
universities?

He thinks we need our own growing space,
but I'm not so sure.

All I can do is remember the way he
holds me when he wants me.

How he takes me in his arms, full of
desire and emotion.

The look in his eyes when he merges his
body with mine.

The sweet taste of his kisses.

What'll I do for the next three months?

He's going off to Europe with his
parents for the summer, and I'm left

make out the best way I can.

Huh?

this is really a neat place you got
here. Do you live alone?

There's nothing neat about it.

It's affordable while I'm at school.

And yes, I live alone.

Maggie, you can relax. I'm not some
tiger getting ready to pounce on you,

know. I'm sorry.

It's just that usually I like to know a
guy a little bit better before I end up

in his apartment.

I understand.

A good strong drink should be a good
icebreaker. What do you think, huh?

Scotch on the rocks?

Oh, no, I don't drink alcohol.

Do you have any pot?

I don't touch this stuff.

Here, try it.

Besides, you're over your freshman year.

You should be like a grown -up,
indulging grown -up things.

Nobody smokes grass anymore.

Oh, I see.

And booze is still chic, right?

Well, cheers.

Maggie, you're supposed to sip it.

You didn't tell me how grown -ups
indulged.

Touche. I was sounding a bit high and
mighty, wasn't I?

Oh, do you mind?

My feet are killing me.

You know, you're right about that scotch
stuff.

It doesn't taste nearly as bad as it
smells.

No, it doesn't.

And I have just the thing for aching
feet.

When it comes to a good old foot
massage, I am second to none.

Oh, that feels wonderful.

Don't forget the other one.

Oh, no, ma 'am.

I'm afraid your scotch has made me a
little bit too relaxed.

Starting to feel a little sleepy.

Just relax, baby.

I feel so good.

Hey, what are you doing?

What's the matter?

I thought you were enjoying it.

Oh, I was.

I don't mind the kisses on the thighs
and all, but not... Well, I don't know.

Look, I'm feeling good, and I like you.

So if you want to have sex, let's have
sex.

But you don't have to... Don't have to
what?

Take the forbidden fruit?

What's the matter, Maggie? Haven't you
made love that way before?

Of course.

Do you think I'm a virgin or something?

No, I don't think you're a virgin or
something.

But I don't think you've been made love
to the way a woman should be.

That's all.

Well, why don't you show me?

My pleasure.

Close your eyes and relax, okay?

Can you do that for me?

Let me see it. Beautiful.

Thank you, Jesus.

Boy, I wish I wasn't so worried about
the results of my finals.

Oh, Kimmy, what am I going to do with
you?

Since when have you ever scored anything
other than perfect on anything?

Well, I do have to keep my avatar.

My father will take my car back.

Your dad's all talk.

You know, as well as I do, you could
flunk out tomorrow and he'd blame it on

university.

He worships the grounds you walk on.

Did I ever tell you I was afraid of the
dark?

What? No, you never mentioned it to me.
You ever told it to anybody else?

Just my mother once.

I'm not ashamed of it or anything. No,
of course not.

I mean, it's not something that you
should be ashamed of.

No, and I'm not.

I guess it just crossed my mind, that's
all.

I guess I'm pretty dumb.

Don't be silly. Go on.

When you sleep over with me or Maggie,
you don't seem afraid of anything.

No, when I'm with you guys, I'm not
afraid of anything. You know that.

It's just when I'm home alone.

I remember once when I was about seven
or eight, and my mother did her ritual

thing of putting me to bed.

And when she turned out the lights, I
started crying and begging her to leave

them on.

She told me not to be silly and go to
sleep, but I just kept crying.

Then my father came in and he held me in
his arm.

And he told me not to be afraid of the
dark, that nothing would harm me.

Finally, when I was almost asleep, he
got up to leave the room.

Did he convince you?

I mean, did you go to sleep in the dark?

No. He stood there for what seemed like
hours, watching over me. I could see him

out of the corner of my eye.

Then finally he reached up to turn out
the lights, but he didn't.

I'll never forget the expression on his
face.

How puzzled he was over which was the
right thing or the wrong thing to do

it came to the safety of his little
girl.

Did you ever figure out what it is about
the dark that frightens you?

I mean, something must have caused it at
one time, right?

No, I've more or less accepted it.

I'm just waiting for the day I grow out
of it.

Laura!

Are you home?

Jesus, I forgot the time.

Nice to meet you. Quick.

How do I look?

She can always tell when I'm stoned.
Damn it! You look fine.

Laura?

Laura?

Hi, there you are.

Lettuce. From your father.

God, Laura, I hope you didn't ask him
for more money. God knows he spoils you

twice as much now as he did when we were
married.

Laura, don't put your feet on the
furniture.

Did you do the shopping that I asked you
to?

I asked you a question.

What?

You told me to get something for dinner
because you're eating out with what's

-his -name.

Well, did you?

Laura, please answer me when I'm talking
to you.

Yeah, I got a hamburger with Kim. God,
what do you want from me?

Oh, hamburger. Christ, Laura.

You call that dinner?

Can't you do anything right anymore?

Laura, what's happening to you?

Mother, just don't start, okay? Just
don't start.

Too old for that.

Too old.

Laura, you are barely 18 years old.

But, of course, you act like you're 30,
so I suppose you have a point.

You stay out every night.

God knows where and with whom you sleep.

You drink. You smoke.

You swear like a sailor. Mother.

Well, Laura, I don't know you anymore.

Who is this grown woman that I'm sharing
this house with?

Laura, what's happened to us?

Don't you know?

Is it so hard for you to figure out?

You may as well realize today you
divorced my father, you divorced me too.

all know the only reason you left him
was so you could go on sleeping where

with whom you choose.

So don't talk to me about the sweet,
innocent virtues of a young girl when

never had any to begin with.

Damn you.

Damn your disrespect and damn your life,
Laura.

Is everything all right?

I heard your mother. Is there anything I
can do?

Don't be silly.

Everything's fine.

Hey, uh, you want to have some fun
tonight?

Yeah. I'm in the right mood.

I just need to get laid.

I know this artist is giving a really
nice party. You want to go?

Okay, sure. I got to change first.

No problem.

Come on.

Laura?

Oh, hi, Kim.

How's your mother?

She's fine, Julie.

You look exhausted.

Yes, it's been a rough day.

Laura, I'm going to take a bath. If
anybody calls... Oh, Kim and I were just

leaving. We're going to pick up Maggie
now.

Again, Laura?

You've been out every night this week.

Why don't you stay home tonight?

You can have the place to yourselves.

Call Maggie, invite her over to spend
the evening with Kim and yourself.

There's plenty of beer and food in the
icebox, and I won't be home until... Oh,

we'll be home early.

Don't worry.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

Hey, uh, tell Randy I said hi, okay?

Raymond. It's Raymond.

Yes, I know.

Uh, Laura?

Be careful.

Thank you.

There's Maggie in her spot again.

We should have known she'd be there.

Maggie?

Maggie?

She's out of it.

Let's take her in the house.

What's today, Wednesday?

Okay, sure.

As long as we've either gotten her
straight or out by nine.

My folks will be home then.

Don't worry about it. I'll take care of
everything.

She'll be straight.

Come on, Maggie.

No, I don't want to go. Come on, it's
okay.

Can you get some more towels?

Oh, is the coffee still hot? Yeah, I
just brought that up. I'll be right back

with the towels. The next son of a bitch
who tries to send me in a shop with

those fucking ice packs is going to have
to answer for it. Hey, it's alive.

Well, the next step was to call the
paramedics, you ass.

Still wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Just what I need to spend a night with
the nuts.

You'd think I'd try to kill myself or
something. God, can't a girl get high

every once in a while?

Well, isn't that what you're doing?

One of these days, Maggie Saunders,
you're going to shoot for the stars and

up right alongside of them, you know?

When are you going to learn there's a
limit to everything?

What are you running away from anyway?

Life's not treating you so bad as far as
I can see. But you're sure pissing it

away. When are you going to stop abusing
yourself like this?

Oh, quit with the lecture, Laura. I feel
like shit and you're not helping any.

Sorry. I know you're just trying to
help. But I'm happy staying high all the

time. Well, maybe not exactly happy.

but I serve miserable as shit when I'm
straight.

So what choice do I have, huh?

You tell me.

Well, anyway, I want to thank you guys
for rescuing me from my old man.

If he would have saw me like this, he
would have killed me without a minute's

notice. Yeah, we know. He's not exactly
the world's most understanding father.

Politely phrased, Kim, I never did blame
my mother for kicking off so young. I

guess dying seemed a little bit more
pleasant to her than living with my

Maggie, you shouldn't say things like
that.

You'll regret it one day. Just wait and
see.

I don't suppose you're feeling up to
going out tonight, are you, Maggie?

Kim and I decided we wanted something to
snuggle up to tonight besides each

other.

That's the Laura I know and love.

Let me take a shower and get cleaned up
and I'll be as good as new.

Besides, I'm horny as hell anyway.

Hey, why don't we all take a shower
together?

Yeah, we can use my parents' bathroom.

Have a

look.

What is it?

My makeup, dummy.

You're going to wear makeup. Wear
makeup. Don't be afraid of it.

You don't wear enough makeup for anyone
to even notice.

Waste of all I've got.

Here, let me show you how to paint.

Oh, you two make a cute couple.

Can I be best man at the wedding?

Maggie's doing my makeup.

So I see.

Can I borrow a dress from you two?

Sure. Anyone but the one on the bed.

Just do not dress as in my mom's closet.

You better hurry.

Do what you want.

Don't worry.

What are you doing?

Making up your mind.

You sure you know what you're doing?

Strong, sure. Don't worry.

It's looking great.

Don't worry. Don't look. There.

Ready for the unveiling.

Wait, don't look.

Laurel, you did it right. What do you
think?

Oh, it's a little heavy for summertime,
don't you think, Rosie?

What's the matter? Don't you like it?
Tell the truth. Have you ever seen this

side of Kim before?

No, I never knew Kim had a side like
that before.

Here, Kim, take a look at the hottest
little number in San Francisco.

Do you like it?

It's different.

Extremely different.

It looks so, so old.

Look at your eyes, Kim.

They look just like Cleopatra.

Look at those lips.

They look ruby red, deep, deep red, just
like they were tattooed on.

But hopefully, if we see the right kind
of action tonight, it will be gone by

daylight.

Right. I'm not looking for action.

What the hell have I been wasting my
time for?

Come on, let's get dressed.

We got no time for waste.

We all gotta fight. Now, here's our
band.

Oh, I love that dress on you, kid.

You should wear that one more often.

One girl's gotta hurry up. It's getting
late.

Party should start pretty soon.

Freeman, that was quite a surprise.

Thank you. I never knew just how good a
cook you were.

What is it? You getting serious on me?

Julie, how long we been seeing each
other now?

Raymond, come on. What are you talking
about?

How long, Julie?

I don't know.

Okay, okay.

Let me think.

Two years in October, right?

Mm -hmm.

And in all that time, didn't it ever
strike you as rather odd that I never

suggested marriage?

Oh, my God, Raymond.

You're going to tell me you're gay.

And this whole thing has been a charade.

And you've been forcing yourself to
sleep with me just so you wouldn't hurt

feelings. Julie, be serious.

I've been offered a transfer back to St.
Paul to do some research for the

university.

It means a raise in salary and the
opportunity to do the kind of work that

always wanted to do.

No more nine to five.

I can make my own hours.

That's wonderful, Raymond. That's just
fantastic.

And you certainly wouldn't want to give
up an opportunity like that.

I have no intentions of giving it up.

And I have no intentions of giving you
up either.

Julie, I want you to marry me and move
back to St. Paul with me.

Oh, Raymond.

I have responsibilities.

My job.

And Laura.

I have hard enough time coping with her
as it is now.

Can you imagine what she'd do if I told
her I was going to drag her off to St.

Paul?

She'd probably run off and join some
drugged -out religious sect or

Or worse yet, go back to her father.

I just don't know.

Laura's a big girl now. She can take
care of herself.

Sooner or later, you've got to realize
that.

And you've got to realize...

That all you've got is Julie and Julie
alone to think about now.

I don't know.

Well, give it some thought.

Just remember how much, how very much I
love you.

I want to take care of you.

I want us to be together.

I want to wake up.

every morning and see your face next to
mine.

You just want to do it, don't you?

It feels great.

It does feel great.

It's the best muscle of all.

Amen.

No.

Alan, is that really you?

Laura,

it's been a long time.

You look great.

Yeah, well, so do you.

I mean, you look like the same Alan
Rivers I went to high school with, but a

little better version, you know?

I'll take that as a compliment, I think.

Can I get you another drink? That's the
least I can do.

On second thought, you look tired. Would
you like me to drive you home? Oh, no

thanks. I just got here.

But to tell you the truth, I am
exhausted.

The only reason I came out tonight was
to piss my mom off.

See how wicked I am?

So what's a nice guy like you doing
letting me boring?

Are you kidding?

You're the answer to a prayer.

I wasn't exactly looking forward to this
party.

But sitting home alone in front of the
TV again didn't seem appealing either.

It's hard to imagine you sitting at
home. It's even harder to imagine you

Can I ask you something?

Sure, anything.

Why is it that you dated every eligible
girl in high school but me?

I mean, all modesty aside, you choose
Jeannie Warfstead over me.

I was dying through all those years.

But come on, four years is nothing to us
now.

Then, they would have hung me without a
trial for robbing the cradle.

Jeannie Warfstead, how on earth did you
remember her?

Well, she dated you, for one thing.

You say you felt the way you did. Why
didn't you ever tell me?

Well, I'm saying something now.

Then you wouldn't be robbing the cradle
anymore.

Just be very careful and very good.

You won't even have to go in the
wreckage.

This place is huge.

There's bound to be a room where we can
be alone.

Come on.

Oh, God.

I've never met a left -handed person
before.

You know, I've heard that left -handed
people are more sensitive than left

-handed people.

And not only that, but according to the
book I just read... Hey, come on, let's

get out of here. It's too noisy.

You look like you can use one of these.

Oh, how nice. Thank you.

And frankly, you also look like you
could use a friend.

Well, actually, I came with two of my
own, but they found two of their own, if

you know what I mean.

It's a natural course of things at a
party like this.

I'm Miranda Stevens.

And you are?

I'm Maggie. Maggie Connors.

Boy, this is real someplace, isn't it?

It must have cost a million.

1 .5 to be exact.

Of course, that was almost 10 years ago,
so I suppose it's more than paid for

itself by now.

Would you like a personal grand tour?

You mean at your house?

You seem surprised.

Did you design it yourself?

No. I can't take credit for that.

Actually, it's the finest piece of work
my ex -husband ever did.

It's the only work my aunt does.

I suppose that's why you find it.

This is scotch, isn't it?

Yes, it is. Would you prefer something
else? Oh, no, no. I always find scotch

very relaxing.

Well, good.

Now that you're relaxed, why don't we go
see a cartoon?

Okay, that sounds good.

It's not going to bite.

Come here.

Oh, I don't know, Greg.

I guess I should have said something to
Laura and Maggie before I left the

party.

Laura and Maggie, what are they, your
guardian angels?

No, they're my friends.

That's kind of a nice way to put it.

But I guess Laura is like a guardian
angel to me.

She's pretty wild.

Maggie's got a lot of problems at home,
so she stays stoned a lot.

But deep down inside, she's more
sensitive than all of us. Hey, hey,

ever talk about Kim.

I mean, what kind of person she is.

Because from what I can see, she's one
of the most warm and sensitive people I

can imagine.

I mean, what's Kim like, huh?

Deep down inside?

Better yet, I want to find out for
myself.

Well?

What do you think of it?

Just beautiful.

It's gorgeous.

What if I sit?

I've been standing up all night long
watching a parade of people out there.

feet are killing me.

Be comfortable.

Thank you.

This place is just gorgeous.

Oh, it's so comfortable.

I like it.

Oh, my.

Tired feet?

Yeah. How are you giving a foot massage?

I'm doing very good. Oh, I'm so tired.

I don't care what my thoughts or
feelings were.

Oh, it feels good.

Mmm.

You are the best.

Oh, it

feels

wonderful.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm going to make you relax some more. I
don't know about that.

I don't know. I've never done anything
like this before. It's okay.

You'll like it.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Maybe.

I don't know.

It feels good.

Can I tell you what?

Yes, it feels really good.

It feels so good.

Oh, it's so good.

Oh.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh,

you're so good, Miranda.

Stop. No, don't stop.

Oh.

Oh, I'm going to eat you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I love this.

Mmm.

Oh.

Right there.

Come on, baby, good one. Oh. Yeah.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God, they're so good.

Oh.

Like that.

Come on.

There.

Right there.

One more time.

Stick your tongue all the way in.

I never dreamed you were so beautiful.

Better than Jeannie?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, I love it.

Yeah, it's taking the curse off.

Is it so good?

Oh, yeah.

Just like that.

Put another one in.

Come on.

Well,

Alex may be getting his education, but
all I'm getting is confused.

Last night with Alan was just wonderful.

And now with Mom in St. Paul with
Raymond for the summer, I'll have total

freedom for three whole months.

Maggie's dad said she could keep me
company for the summer.

And with Kim's parents off to Europe
until Christmas, we'll get to experience

life as three free single women. On our
own, but certainly not alone.

There's Alan, Mark, and that guy from my
algebra class.

And Peter from the gym.

And of course, my dance teacher.