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WOMEN OF THE NIGHT

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- Here we go. - I hear that.

Four... three...

two...

♪ The light is always darkest ♪

♪ Just an hour before the dawn ♪

You up?

Of course you are.

Are you UP?

It's Mary.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

You wanna hear a story?

The 18-wheeler rolls ghost-like

into view.

Inside its trailer,

the woman in dark glasses

settles down

behind a make-shift radio console,

her lips pressed against the microphone.

As she talks, her voice...

intimate, sultry...

emanates out over the illegal airwaves.

Pirate radio.

You up?

Of course you are.

Night hawks.

Night owls.

Did you miss me?

Who is she speaking to?

- Her name is Samantha. - I missed you.

We know she's blind.

We know she's beautiful.

And like a Chinese box,

one locked inside the other,

we know that buried deep inside the story

she's telling, lies the truth.

Would you like to hear a story?

I would.

A story about a little girl and me

and how I watched her grow up,

prayed for wonderful things to happen for her,

and feared that they wouldn't,

considering what she was up against,

of how I used to spend hours and hours with her,

sharing my dreams,

and how I never thought she was listening.

♪ I hear it in the thunder ♪

♪ Hear it in a baby's cry ♪

♪ The mystery between us, Father ♪

♪ ls closer than the sky ♪

♪ I know the pain and hunger ♪

♪ I see the beauty everywhere ♪

♪ Somewhere a child is laughing ♪

♪ A sister is crying ♪

See, a woman's gotta work.

I mean, you gotta add up your assets,

find out what it is you love to do.

And I love to sing, and I love to talk,

so I'm gonna do a radio show.

And I'm gonna say things like...

Are you UP?

Of course you are,

you little dogs.

Did you miss me? I missed you.

L' Love goes on and on and on and on ♪

♪ And life goes on and on and on and on ♪

♪ And time goes on and on and on and on ♪

♪ And love goes on and on and on and on ♪

♪ I feel the love coming down ♪

♪ I feel the love goin' round ♪

♪ Around me now l'

But never in my wildest imagination

did I ever think we would end up

in the same city,

talking to the same people...

on the radio.

Pirate radio.

A law student...

A comedienne...

An heiress...

Would you like to meet them?

I would.

A seedy bar...

Latin music...

A sign reads:

"Please check your firearms at the door."

A temporary truce,

declared over shots of Tequila.

Question is:

What possesses a young woman,

a promising law student,

to dress up and prowl like a cat in heat

through the dead of night?

Miguel Sanchez.

Miguel...

- Sanchez. - Sanchez.

That's my name.

I bet it is.

Cute.

- Dirty cute. - Dirty cute.

I know a place...

nearby.

I'll bet you do.

Miguel Sanchez has money,

and is willing to pay.

How the hell is Miguel supposed to know

that you're a hometown girl,

a rancher's daughter from Montana?

I love Montana.

But you have a better idea,

don't you?

Don't you?

I have a better idea, Miguel.

Where does the need come from?

Is it innate?

Or was there some defining moment...

that sent her hurling into the unknown?

Some change by choice.

Others...

have no choice.

The need to discover the other side of yourself.

The dark side.

Staring at yourself

in a cracked bathroom mirror,

with Miguel Sanchez

and the woman that you chose.

You enjoying yourself, Charlotte?

Of course you are.

Where does the need come from?

Think back.

How long can you feel a man inside you

without moving?

It's late now.

Last call.

Standing at the jukebox...

you see a familiar face.

Jacques Du Masque,

your new employer.

He doesn't flirt.

He doesn't condescend.

He looks you right in the eye

when he talks to you.

The firm imported him all the way

from Paris, France.

At age 28, the hottest music lawyer

in the business.

And you...

stare him down

in your short, black wig and red lipstick.

Where does the need come from?

Showing no sign of recognition,

he turns...

and disappears into the night.

- Night in the city. - City.

Monday morning...

Bright and early.

Jacques Du Masque is in before you...

before anybody.

Legend has it, he never sleeps.

He never sleeps.

You ask his assistant if you can see him

for a moment...

when he has the time.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

I did.

You recognized me last night,

didn't you, Jacques?

And you think back...

to your Senior Prom.

We'd like to welcome you to the prom.

This one's for all you young folks

who believe in true love.

Dancing in your see-through gown,

nothing on underneath.

♪ Am I crazy l'

♪ To try to change ♪

♪ What used to be... l'

Even then...

you were taking chances,

weren't you, Charlotte?

Cruising...

downtown...

at?» am...

he tells you...

that he's not wearing any underwear.

And he unzips the front of his pants.

And fuck...

if it isn't true.

And you look over, and see your best friend,

Janine, naked in the back seat

of the car next to you,

and you think to yourself,

"Dam", I'm not alone"

Was that the moment, Charlotte?

You wanna have dinner?

Tough Charlotte.

What a babe.

So, what's with you and jukeboxes, Jacques?

What's with you and Juke joints, Charlotte?

The truth?

I like to watch.

Not all the time, but...

sometimes.

Helps me relax.

It's a brand new world out there, Jacques...

women's liberation and shit.

Sugar's good for you.

Calm you down.

Desire, plain and simple.

And you wonder who's going to make

the first move.

- You do. - You do.

Bishop to Queen-seven.

Just the night...

Just the night...

Do you want me to tell you more about her?

Yeah.

I do.

Jacques...

"fucking" Du Masque.

Instead of taking you to bed,

he tells you stories

about a woman he once knew.

He tells you how he was standing naked

in the center

of the white-tiled bathroom.

And he tells you how he stood still

for the entire hour it took

to shave every hair from his body.

Every hair.

To purify.

Voices of the night.

And an hour later...

it is you who is standing naked...

in the middle of a white-tile bathroom.

Secret nights.

Exotic.

Tough.

Sex.

Lust.

Where does the need come from...

the need to discover...

the dark side?

Jacques Du Masque...

finally... at last.

Where do you go from here?

That night,

you can hardly breathe,

can hardly speak.

Can hardly breathe.

That night,

you can hardly speak.

Can hardly breathe.

- He's there. - He's there.

We've all lost something that we are trying to find.

A lawyer...

An heiress...

A comedienne...

- Molly Mellon's funny. - Yeah.

A friend goes out drinking, gets really drunk,

calls me up and says, "Molly, Molly, Molly,

I got so drunk I blew chunks."

I go, "That's okay. A lot of people blow chunks

when they drink."

"Yeah, but Chunks is my dog!"

It's nice to be funny,

but you've never really been comfortable

with yourself, have you, Molly?

I bet you people think Danny's real.

Well, he's not.

He's a figment of my imagination.

But if you're gonna have one...

Hey!

What better one than him?

You can't beat that, huh?

I love this woman.

And tha... tha... that's...

"and beep, beep...

That's all, folks!

And the older you get...

the more alone you get.

Dinners with your girlfriends,

all of them forever talking about their goddamned love lives.

So there's this bride, you see,

but not just any bride, no.

She's wearing a polka-dotted wedding dress

that she had custom-made for her.

And I swear to God, she's standing

out in the middle of the desert,

holding up this polka-dotted sign

saying: "Bride Needs Ride."

Can you believe that?

I was one my way home from this gig in Vegas,

and I see a "Bride Needs Ride."

Polka-dots! Polka-dots!

I mean, people come here because it's part

of this global movement against fast food,

because it's gonna be cooked too fast.

And I just... I don't think that's right.

Think about it.

That could happen to anybody, right?

I mean, you know, I can see it now.

Some poor sap showing up at the altar,

seeing these polka-dots, and, like,

running for his life.

The next morning, your agent calls you

at 10:30, which is early for him,

since he's got this...

- itsy-bitsy drinking problem. - Drinking problem.

Or so you've heard.

It seems someone's made an offer.

It's a lead.

It's a lead in a feature film.

Your ticket out of sitcom-ville, baby.

The character they want you to play is...

- an ex-porn star. - Star.

Star?

No graphic stuff, but...

there-there will be some nudity.

Nudity?

Some.

Fuck.

It's a great character.

It's about a girl who sort of...

drifts into the world of blue movies.

You know, she was

a little insecure, gets drunk one night...

You know, no dates because, you know...

- she was... - A little plain.

"Yeah," he says, "and, uh..."

A little heavy.

"That's it, a little heavy, a little plain.

You know, statuesque."

Statuesque.

So you begin to

think about changing your image.

You put on your favorite tune, and slowly

you try to take your clothes off

in front of a full-length mirror.

- Sweet Molly. - Sweet Molly.

And even in the privacy of your own home

you don't know if you can do it.

The first step is always the hardest.

And you think to yourself,

"If you want to learn how to drive...

you hire a driving teacher.

And if you want to learn how to strip...

you got it."

- Some change by choice. - Some change by choice.

- Others have no choice. - Others have no choice.

An heiress...

curled up... shivering...

sequestered in the trunk

of her father's Rolls Royce.

Would you like to hear a story?

I would.

The drive is endless.

Your brother disappeared a week earlier, kidnapped.

- Held for ransom. - Held for ransom.

This is not a game, senior.

This is not a game.

Your father surrounds your vast estate

with barbed-wire, security, personnel, guard dogs.

Drug lords, drug wars.

Paranoia.

A drug lord and his family, living behind walls

in Rio de Janeiro.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

Memories.

- Drugs provide money. - Drugs provide money.

- Money provides guns. - Money provides guns.

- Guns provide power. - Guns provide power.

Drugs, money, guns, power, paranoia.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

- Memories. - Memories.

Coming across your mother, a former Miss Texas,

wife of a drug lord...

Coming across her with the gardener...

To see your mother that way...

Your mother that way...

Her hands locked onto that fence...

- teeth clenched. - Teeth clenched.

Her body electric.

- Tick of a clock. - Tick of a clock.

Each breath an eternity.

Promise. Promise, our little secret.

Our secret.

Our little secret.

Promise.

Promise.

Two days later, your mother, drunk...

drives off the edge of a cliff

in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night.

Dead on arrival.

You can't stop crying.

You promise you'll never stop crying.

Son kidnapped and shot.

The gardener, the driver, your father.

His face turns into a mask,

his eyes go blank.

See no evil, hear no evil...

- Catch me if you can. - Catch her if you can.

Did you miss me?

Tough.

Tough.

The lawyer...

The comedienne...

An heiress...

Where do they go from here?

Who wins?

Who lives?

Who loses?

Tomorrow night.

I'm outta here.

Down in the city.

I'm outta here.

What do you want to do?

Wait.

You okay, boss?

You want something to eat?

You gotta eat.

Sounds good.

At least we know where she is.

Sweet voice. Sweet girl.

She's all grown up, ain't she?

What?

Sally, you look tired.

At least we know what she's doing,

and that she's all right.

Sally?

You should get some rest.

Yeah, okay, boss.

Whatever you want.

That is what is known as a good night.

Well done.

Thank you.

You should eat something, boss.

That was beautiful tonight.

Hmmm.

Every time I hear your voice I get goose bumps.

Thank you, Joe.

All of us have a reason for being here.

For some, it's as simple as a paycheck.

For others, it's a lot more complex.

As for me...

I just looked up one day and there she was.

Love at first sight...

unrequited...

perfect.

I can feel him.

I know you can.

I need to draw him to me.

I need for him to see what I've become.

Get some rest.

The only good thing about growing up in the military

is that you develop a sixth sense.

When the enemy is near...

you just know it.

It's got nothing to do with nothing.

You just know.

Mary: Dusk turns to night.

Discipline.

How high can you jump?

How far can you fall?

The tick of a clock,

every breath an eternity.

What color are you making my eyes?

Lavender blue.

The lawyer, the comedienne, the heiress...

where do they go from here?

♪ In life you either give or take l'

♪ Sometimes you get to choose ♪

♪ You may not get an even break ♪

♪ But you know you don't have to lose ♪

♪ And when the day is over l'

♪ And you still want more ♪

♪ That's what the night is for ♪

Check. Check.

You know what I love about a soul?

We all have them.

Even you old bugs out there...

you got soul.

Night hawks, night owls...

lovers...

night watchmen on their midnight break...

dreaming of empty beaches,

golden women.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

Would you like to hear a story?

Come on, baby, please.

Mmm-hmm.

Kneel down, put your eye to the keyhole,

and I'll tell you what you see.

The lawyer...

comedienne, heiress...

Who shall we pay a visit to first?

An heiress...

curled up, shivering,

sequestered in the trunk of her father's Rolls Royce...

moving through the back streets of Rio...

He needs to get you out of the country.

Nobody will know.

Nobody will see.

The car finally comes to a stop.

It's no longer safe.

The trunk of the limo opens.

It's no longer safe.

His enemies are closing in.

It's no longer safe.

He must hide...

disappear, protection.

The driver hands you your ticket,

a passport with a forged name

and a backpack full of cash.

He tells you

you'll be picked up in Paris

and brought to a safe house.

He tells you to keep a low profile.

And nothing seems right to you.

And in that moment, you see it clearly.

My mother was a beautiful woman.

Beautiful and weak.

But you enjoyed driving her,

didn't you, Rand?

Why weren't you with her the night she died?

And in that moment, you see it clearly.

It wasn't a suicide.

It was murder.

Someone forced her in the car that night.

It wasn't a suicide. It was a murder.

And it was your father who killed her.

He hated your mother...

her weakness.

He hated your brother...

his weakness.

Weak.

Kidnapped and killed.

The same father...

- you once adored. - Your father.

Weak.

Love turns to hate,

good to evil...

and suddenly nothing seems right to you.

You start running,

and you run because you know your life will never be the same.

Anonymous and alone...

for the first time in your life.

Instead of going to Paris

you hop a plane for the States.

No bodyguards...

no records...

no past...

no family...

no God...

♪ Fill my empty chair ♪

♪ I'll never forget you ♪

♪ Forget who you are ♪

The only person you know

in America

is Mary.

You want to go to your Aunt Mary,

but you know if you do, your father will find you.

Aunt Mary»

your father's mistress.

What was I thinking?

Where does the need to be with a man like that come from?

And you'd spend

breathless hours

with her.

At her portable keyboard she rehearsed her radio show.

I'm gonna say things like...

Aunt Mary was a singer.

Are you up? Of course you are.

Aunt Mary...

was a safe haven.

- You like it? - Yeah.

After you ran away

all you could think about was going to see Mary.

But you knew...

your father would find you.

Mary...

So you find a way to talk to her.

She's the one who knows you.

You'd forgotten.

Hit it, Pauly.

♪ She raised you up l'

♪ Perfect gift of love ♪

L' But you've forgotten so much ♪

♪ Go talk to Mary l'

♪ She's the one to remind ♪

♪ The one that you left behind ♪

♪ Go talk to Mary l'

♪ She's the one who knows you ♪

♪ Let her take you home ♪

♪ Have you forgotten something? ♪

♪ Forgotten your own name? ♪

♪ Look down at your hands now ♪

Sally: Two years ago I was put in charge of her safety.

Happiest two years of my life.

She was always smart,

real smart, just like her father.

She had an angel's face,

an angel's eyes.

Though I'd say she got her musical taste from me.

Know how you can tell?

It's in the toes.

Know how I know that to be true?

I don't.

Well I'll be damned. The phone's ringing.

So you find a way to talk to her.

A kind of a code.

Knock knock...?

Lay it on me.

This is Mary.

What's up, hot...

asphalt.

Going too fast.

There's more to life than speed.

- Depends. - On what?

On who you're running from.

I can tell you about five different marriages

that were more like car crashes

and a string of romances that make that freeway you're on

look like a dirt road to nowhere.

And, coming from that library of personal experience,

I can recommend with great confidence

that there's no place left to run

and certainly no place left to hide.

Anonymous and alone,

you set out on your own.

Mary: Set out on your own.

- New York... - Chicago,

Houston, L.A.

Hot plate apartments,

hot plate jobs...

and you think about your father.

Ruthless...

vicious...

Catch me if you can.

The heir apparent

knocked down for the count.

Why?

And you think about your brother,

how smart and shy, unaffected he was.

You ask yourself

- why. - Why?

It wasn't a suicide.

It was murder.

Ain't that the truth?

What kind of man...

kills his own son?

Imagine that.

His only son.

A father...

murdering his only begotten son.

Catch me if you can.

If you can...

The night is always darkest

just an hour before the dawn.

That's why I'm here,

you darling things.

Hey..-...

are you out there?

Tell me something.

A lawyer...

and Jacques Du Masque.

Prowling the city in the dead of night.

Tell me a story, Jack.

She doesn't want much.

She just wants more.

More...

Charlotte...

tough Charlotte...

just might be falling in love.

A lawyer, the comedienne,

Molly...

The first step is always the hardest.

J" Didn't even ♪

♪ See it coming l'

♪ How'd I know you're mine ♪

♪ Freight train just came roaring round that bend ♪

♪ Should have heard those rails a singing ♪

♪ Somewhere far off down the line ♪

♪ Guess I hoped it was just a crazy wind ♪

♪ You know sometimes I feel like breaking ♪

♪ That old pawn shop radio ♪

♪ And hear those songs you sung me way back when ♪

What do you think?

How do I look? Dare.

To dare...

♪ Songs come drifting back on a crazy wind ♪

♪ Maybe somewhere in a dream ♪

♪ When whiskey starts to take me soft and low ♪

♪ If you can't seem to find me ♪

♪ Well, you know just where I'll be ♪

♪ Somewhere out there on that crazy wind ♪

The guy in the overcoat was from the movie.

Kind of like a casting agent.

Came over to see what my body was like.

The director would have come,

but for him it's not about the nudity,

it's about the story.

'Cause how's he supposed to know what my body looks like anyway?

It's funny.

I see you in the cafe all the time.

I never knew you were my neighbor.

The next day,

your teacher takes you to a shoot she's working on.

You know,

to try and get you to feel comfortable

around all those naked bodies.

- Hey you. - Hey.

- How you doing? - Good.

Exciting, huh?

And you meet this guy...

Harley: Looking at the leather, you probably think

that I've got a phat Harley parked out back

but I don't.

I'm saving up for one.

As soon as I get back from my family reunion,

I'm putting a down payment on a Mr. Harley Davidson.

I live to ride, ride to live.

Not the kind of guy you'd normally be attracted to.

But he seems so nice.

Looks like we're doing red today.

I'll talk to you in a bit.

- Okay. - Bye.

And he's real good-looking too.

You just never know.

Harley: The Dead rolled through,

and three days on acid, no sleep...

♪ Honey, what would you say ♪

♪ If I told you that I'm a liar? ♪

♪ A thief, a physically and verbally abusive ♪

♪ Angry girl ♪

♪ What would you say to that? l'

♪ What would you say if I told you that ♪

♪ I was a self-seeking, narcissistic motherfucker? ♪

♪ A full-on co-dependant ♪

♪ Who is wanting to be saved l'

♪ What would you say to that? l'

l' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

L' Do you love me now? ♪

♪ Honey, what would you say ♪

♪ If I told you that ♪

♪ I'm a cheater, can't ever trust me ♪

♪ See, I seething with pride, I got demons inside ♪

♪ What would you say to that? ♪

♪ What would you say if I told you I'm a tweeker ♪

♪ A twanger, a main-line banger ♪

♪ A witch, a bitch who likes to switch hit on Friday? ♪

♪ What the fuck would you say? ♪

Hey there, darling.

Wow!

I guess it was a little weird, huh?

All that Jello...

and you watching me...

we haven't even dated yet.

Sexy Harley.

When I get my Harley, I can't wait to take you down the coast

and get some red snapper

and oysters and champagne and...

that stuff, it's, uh...

whitefish in a glass.

Sheee-venchy?

- Ceviche? - Ceviche.

Five hours till dawn.

- Who's counting? - Who's counting?

Lost in the city...

A lawyer, a comedienne,

an heiress.

Where do they go from here?

Kneel down, put your eye to the keyhole...

and I'll tell you what you see.

As if pulled by a magnet,

your eyes are drawn across the way...

his room.

His muscles are lean and long.

Bathed in candlelight...

a beautiful Asian man

deftly wields his ceremonial sword.

You can't help staring.

You just can't help it.

Can't help it.

And in that moment...

you recognize him.

He's the man that takes the corner table

at the cafe you work in everyday at 4:00.

He does not look up from the book he's reading.

But he sees...

He sees... everything.

The next night, you wait for him...

- heart pounding... - Pounding.

Breathless.

And your eyes...

as if pulled by a magnet...

move to the beautiful man's room.

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Love hurts.

Love kills.

Love is...

Love is...

When he leaves the cafe you follow him.

And though he shows no sign

you know that he knows you're following him.

Turning to meet your gaze,

it's a sign of recognition.

A door opens.

A door closes.

There's a single cushion in the center of the room.

And you realize you've never heard him speak.

The beautiful Asian man opens an ancient chest,

lays out a perfectly folded ceremonial robe.

Ceremonial.

There's no time,

only him.

One day a wind will blow.

Everything he needs to say

he says with his eyes.

I've never been with a man before.

I'm not afraid.

Pure strength.

Done so hard, you may loose my trace.

Ritual.

And slowly...

as though in a dream...

you sink down onto him.

Forget who you are.

To be this chase...

so chase.

How long can you feel a man inside of you...

without moving?

Every organ alive...

pulsing.

Your mind...

- floating. - Love never dies.

Soaring.

How long?

Love never dies.

Breathing in.

- Breathing out. - You think back...

to your mother,

her fingers locked in the chain fence,

her breath heavy, her face flushed,

her eyes shut tight.

Someone forced her into the car that night.

Dead on arrival.

♪ I'll never forget you ♪

♪ Forget who you are ♪

♪ I'll stay alive ♪

♪ With the warmth of your breath inside ♪

♪ I'll watch you fly ♪

♪ Wipe the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ From my eyes ♪

A slight shift in his body...

and you explode inside.

Jesus!

Wish he'd turn the fucking thing off.

Watch your kid grow up, nothing?

Cherish them.

I don't know how the old man does it.

Samantha: What'd you do before you hit the ground?

Last thing I'd want to hear is about my little daughter

hopping in the sack, especially with an old employee's son.

Remember his father? Tough motherfucker.

Took a clip of bullets to drop him.

Remember his son?

That's who's she talking about.

Samantha: Inside...

Quiet as a church mouse.

Crazy world, isn't it?

I'll never forget you.

A lawyer...

an heiress...

a comedienne...

Who wins? Who lives?

Who loses?

Tomorrow night...

I'm outta here.

What do you wanna do?

You should get some rest.

♪ How long ♪

♪ Say it for me l'

♪ How long ♪

♪ How long will this go on ♪

♪ Say it again ♪

Why do you stay with me, Joe?

Because I love you.

♪ See my face ♪

♪ Feel my skin l'

♪ What is this world ♪

♪ I'm living in? ♪

♪ How long ♪

♪ Will this go on l'

- Check. - Testing.

Night in the city.

Samantha: You up?

Of course you are.

Night hawks, night owls.

Did you miss me?

- A lawyer... - An heiress...

A comedienne...

Three weeks after some heavy, intense dating,

Molly...

tears in her eyes,

makes up her mind to leave Harley.

His job was getting to her.

- Come on, tulip. - You don't understand!

It is so hard for me.

Don't be like that.

I never said I didn't wanna see you again.

I just said I can't keep doing

what I'm doing for a living

and seeing you at the same time.

I mean, all I keep thinking about is you

and they keep putting me with these disco babes...

there you are...

it just doesn't work, you understand?

No.

The plumbing just doesn't work anymore.

This isn't an easy thing for guys to talk about.

Not only that, earlier the producer pulls me into his office

and he's got this big thug guy behind him

with a metal bar.

The producer says to me, "Listen, son,

if you can't get it up I got a nice pair of cement boots for ya."

I said, "Listen, Bert, you ever been in love?"

I guess I got through to him.

He said that I can invite you on the set

and you could stand behind the disco babes and smile.

Listen. I just wanna get along, so fuck them!

I used to be a good paper delivery guy.

I'll get something in deliveries

and if that doesn't work,

- my uncle's a baker. - It's okay.

I have a better idea.

- You do, do ya? - I do.

Lights, camera...

action.

Tenderness...

unexpected...

To feel...

To need...

To love...

Molly, Molly.

Sweet Molly.

- A lawyer... - A lawyer...

High up in Jacques Du Masque's loft.

What are you looking for, Charlotte?

You.

I'm looking for you, Jack.

Forbidden fruit?

Dirty...

elegant...

Take your pick, Jack.

Just don't fucking wimp out on me.

And the minute the words come out of your mouth

you know you made a mistake.

You pushed too hard.

The next day he runs away to Paris on business.

Mary: Tough Charlotte

finally opened up her heart

and got it broken.

Samantha: And you find out where he's staying in Paris

and you call him,

but he doesn't return your calls.

And you try to concentrate, but you can't.

And you know everybody at work who knows...

and you can't stand it.

So, you quit your job.

And you wait for him to call and he doesn't.

And you wait for him to come home.

And you stand outside his building waiting.

And you write love letters to him

and place them under the windshield wiper of his car.

A building...

a parking lot...

his car.

And you go to his gym and watch him work out,

and he still doesn't call.

Mary: And he still doesn't call.

Samantha: Hurt. Spinning out of control

you revert back to the person you used to be.

Anything to drive him out of your mind.

Mary: Anything to drive him out of your mind.

And you get crazier and crazier.

Samantha: And you get crazier and crazier.

Anything to drive him out of your mind.

And one night you see him with another women

and you snap.

Seriously snap.

Fire.

Sirens.

Cops.

Jail.

And he still doesn't call.

And he still doesn't call.

Tough Charlotte opened up her heart

and got it broken.

And he still doesn't call.

The art of war is the game of love.

The loser ends up in bed...

alone.

L' Every woman has a secret ♪

♪ My secret is you ♪

♪ My secret's you l'

JYou J

Come and lay your hands upon me.

♪ Your eyes whisper "promise." ♪

Promise.

♪ I am not afraid. ♪

Not afraid.

Mary: An heiress.

Samantha: An heiress.

Would you like to hear a story?

I would.

To be this close

and to know your name.

So chase.

So chase.

I need to understand.

There was a young girl.

Mary: Who grew up sheltered and protected.

The daughter of a dangerous man.

A man with many enemies.

It was a strange world

for a young girl to grow up in.

Mary: And you think about your father.

Ruthless, vicious...

voodoo strong witch doctor...

strong...

Night after night, hearing the drums,

hearing the music...

Blood, death, power...

it's no longer safe.

It'll never be safe.

Sate: To get a away from them,

the young girl threw herself into the ocean.

The waves engulfed her.

Samantha: Can hardly breathe.

She could not breathe.

Samantha: Can hardly breathe.

There was a boy

on this estate,

he was the son of one of the strangers with guns.

It was he

who saved the young girl from drowning.

In that moment,

he fell in love with her.

Samantha: It's no longer safe.

- He swore... - It will never be safe.

He would protect her.

Samantha: Never.

Forever.

Mary: Time to move on.

It'll never be safe.

Samantha: He tells you how

he followed you to the states...

he tells you how he's been with you

always protecting you.

And he begs you to move to another city with him.

♪ To need to love ♪

♪ Addicted. ♪

♪ To need to love this way ♪

And the beautiful Asian man knows...

He's been with you.

And you know

that your father would not allow you to disappear.

Mia: The tick of a clock.

Samantha: It's time to move on to another city.

There's only time.

Another country.

I'm not afraid.

Samantha: Catch me if you can.

It's late.

Molly, Emily and Harely stop by after a shoot for a nightcap.

It seems both she and Harley decided to quit show business

and open a bagel shop in Cincinnati.

Honey, tell them how we met.

You tell them.

No, you do it. It's so much cuter.

When you do it.

Hi.

I was in the French Foreign Legion at the time

and there was 14 or 15 of us

out in the Sahara.

There's this plane 35,000 feet up

and I'm on my camel,

you know, riding.

And the plane flying above us,

there's Molly in the window

35,000 feet up,

and she spotted me.

And uh...

I wake up one morning...

Samantha: At the empty table next to them...

Charlotte, trying to put her life back together,

fills out an application for the waitress job

that will be opening soon.

You're going to like working here.

I love it.

How can I love it?

I haven't even been hired yet.

But you will be.

How do you know?

So, do you drink whiskey?

Tequila.

That's good, it's faster.

You got any problems with your feet...

Corns, calluses, bunions?

Ingrown toenails?

Joe: Tell us now, or forever hold your peace.

No.

Well, then you're hired.

See you in the morning.

I told you.

I thought it was a hallucination.

And the camel moves out of the way,

and there's Molly.

And I just, you know, saw her

and just, you know, right back into the sand

in a fetal position.

Woke up and she was lying next to me.

You are too much.

Samantha: And it's one of those...

perfect California nights

to be accepted for who you are.

What are the odds of that?

Love,

pure and simple.

No disguise.

Everything out on the table.

And your heart stops beating.

It's him.

He's there.

It's him. He's there.

The beautiful Asian man with an armful of flowers...

for you.

He's always been there.

All right, all right.

Welcome one and all to the Cafe Je T'aime.

While I have you here gathered together,

I'd like you to know we do catering

we do receptions and we do weddings.

Catholic services on Sundays.

Heaven could be any place, why not here?

Drinks are on the house.

Samantha: Tenderness,

unexpected.

To need...

To love...

I'm going to put these in some water.

Excuse us for a moment.

Can I have a word with you, please?

I had no idea.

Do you want to talk to me?

Who is this guy?

Samantha: Sweet Joe.

Wonderful Joe.

Steady as he goes.

So steady.

You dating this guy? You seeing this guy?

What's going on, man?

So romantic.

I'm Molly. Nice to meet you.

- Emily. - Hi.

It's a really good thing.

No!

Joe: You motherfucker!

Samantha: And you can't stop crying.

You'll never stop crying.

And in that moment...

your world turns to black.

No past.

No family.

No God.

Just the night.

The night disappears.

Nothing to see, nothing to see.

Can't see.

No light.

Don't want to see you.

Darkness.

There is nothing to see.

Mia: No light.

Samantha: Your world turns to black.

Love turns to hate,

good to evil.

Darkness.

Don't want to see.

Can't see.

There is nothing to see here.

You can't stop crying.

You'll never stop crying.

To know love, to feel love...

breathing out, breathing in...

♪ When the earth below ♪

♪ Shakes us from each other's arms ♪

♪ I'll never forget you ♪

♪ Forget who you are ♪

♪ I'll stay alive ♪

♪ With the warmth of your breath... ♪

Mary: The tick of a clock.

Each breath an eternity.

Love turns to hate,

good to evil.

To be this close,

so chase.

Discipline.

Until we meet again.

We're out of here.

Mary: Some change by choice.

Others have no choice.

Swear to God,

I've always loved her daddy.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.

It's not like I have a choice or anything.

Retirement in this business doesn't come with a 401K,

you understand?

Retirement is just a four-letter word.

Only one way out, mo'fo'.

Retirement. How are they gonna...

figure out benefits on the body counts, huh?

The trick is not to get old.

Eat your prunes, shit...

Retirement?

I love my job.

Cash on the barrelhead.

You get to meet a lot of interesting people.

You got to kill a few of them

from time to time, but what the hell?

Keep her safe.

Take me home.

It's no longer safe.

Take me home.

Don't let them follow.

I need to do this alone.

Sally: Retirement?

The sound of that fucking word bores me out of my skull.

Fuck it.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

You know what I've always liked about you, boss?

You always looked a man straight in the eye.

Turn around, Sally.

Can't.

I'm weak.

I've always been weak.

Crack if they get their hands on me.

Everybody knows that.

Just keep her safe.

Turn around, Sally.

Turn around, Sally.

I can't.

Scared?

Sure.

At least let me walk you to the door.

I know the way.

I've listened carefully to your interpretation

of our life together.

I think it only fair

that I be given the chance

to give mine.

I wanted you to see what I've become.

And what have I become?

Weak.

To grow old is to become weak.

Put your eye to the key hole

and I will tell you what you see.

You're mocking me.

No, my precious.

Your words astound me.

If anything...

my suffering has been that I have loved you

too much.

And your wife?

And your son?

Did you love them too much?

There was a time I loved your mother with all my heart.

Your brother saddened me from the beginning.

Eventually it would have been too much to ask of him.

It wouldn't have been fair.

So you killed him.

Yes, I killed him.

To keep him from suffering at the hands of my enemies,

I killed him with my own hands.

So many enemies.

So much blood spilled.

I chose to spare your mother and brother

the suffering that was sure to come.

Because of my weakness...

it is you that has suffered most.

I have killed all those

who have helped me in my search for you.

My last wish...

is to give you...

Revenge.

♪ Every heart a shattered soul ♪

♪ But that's not for me ♪

♪ A woman wronged is not my role ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm still strong and free ♪

♪ The light is always darkest ♪

♪ Just an hour before the dawn ♪

♪ That's why I'm sitting here ♪

♪ And he's gone. ♪

You up?

Of course you are.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

You don't know how much I missed you.