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MAN: Are you
all right?

Yeah. What do you think?

Nothing, it's just...

It's awkward.

Stay.

I would like to
stay very much

but I'm not going to.

Come here.

This is going to
be one of those
terrible mistakes.

The ones you can't
ever take back.

Are there
any other kind?

(HORNS HONKING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

DAG: So I never told you
what happened after
I dropped you off?

PETER:
No. So what happened?

HALLEY:
Where are you going
with this?

Oh, hold on.
This is very good.

Can you make
a left here?

Wait, no, no, no.

Just keep going straight.
Go straight.

CABBIE: Will you please
make up your mind, sir?

Wait. Just take this
all the way down Ninth.

Jesus.

You're sure you don't want
to come with me?

This club is amazing
on Thursday nights.

Yeah, I can't.

I'm going to
do this, uh,

poetry slam down
at Nuyorican.

But you should...
You should come.

The poets are
really sexy.

Sexy poets?
The girls go nuts.

They faint if they
hear a good rhyming.

Pete, I would love
to hear you do
your little poem,

but, uh, the most
beautiful women in New York

are at this place.
Come on.

CABBIE: The club you are
going to is very special.

I got laid many times
in this club.

Come with me.

I can't. Listen, they've
already printed up
the programs.

It's a big deal.

CABBIE:
These fucking people

from New Jersey don't know
how to drive.

Hey, I'm from Jersey.

I'm sorry, sir.
I have been to Secaucus.

It's a very nice place.

Hey, have you ever
been to, uh, Bayonne?

What is it
with all this traffic?

CABBIE: I've also been
to Paramus, Hoboken...

It's 1:00 in the morning!
People should be
where they're going!

CABBIE:
They have no life,
these people.

They are having no life.

You can pull over
here on the left.
That's great.

I can get out.
I can walk from here.
Thanks.

No, no, no, don't worry
about it. I got it.

I'll give you my number.
Give me a call.

Great. Um, I had
a very good time

doing your
little commercial.

All right.
We'll do it again.
Okay.

CABBIE:
I love New York in June.

How about you?
Yeah. It's October.

Buddy, please
drive faster.

I'm sorry, sir, but
I'm not getting ticket!

So, when I finally got down
to the club

there was something strange
in the air.

I think
it was a full moon.

HALLEY:
Oh yeah, blame it
on the moon.

PETER:
I'm already sorry
I didn't go.

Well, hold your applause
till I'm finished.

HALLEY:
I don't think
I want to hear this, Dag.

What's up, Dag?

How goes it, Jimmy?

A finer night
I have yet to see.

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Fuck!

You fucking
motherfucker!

(WITH RUSSIAN ACCENT) What,
do you think you're going
to touch this, huh?

Oh, no.

Warning. Warning.

Danger, Will Robinson.

Fucking Ferrari!

Whoa, it's really
fucking...

(TIRES SQUEALING)

You fucking motherfucker!

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(LAUGHING)

What?

Are you all right?
Yeah.

Broke my fucking heel.
He touched my...

Well, why don't you
come inside, huh?

Drinks are half price.

Okay.

Okay.

(LAUGHS)

You have been warned.

(LOUD MUSIC AND CHATTER)

♪ A little bit of you and me

♪ A little bit
of set you free

♪ A little bit of ecstasy

(MOANING)

♪ Give me what I want

♪ 'Cause what I want
is what you need

♪ Give me what I want,
a little bit of ecstasy

(LAUGHTER)

♪ Give me what I want

♪ 'Cause what I want
is what you need

♪ Give me what I want,
a little bit of ecstasy... ♪

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN
LANGUAGE)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

Ya. Mama!

Mama!

Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Mama!

(SHOUTING)
(LAUGHING)

PETER:
Hmm, she doesn't
sound that bad to me.

HALLEY:
Peter!

DAG: Wait. Big finish.

Drea?

You like chamomile?

(WITH NO ACCENT)
My name is Linda.

Oh, what, is Drea
like your club name?

Oh, where am I?

You're in my apartment.

And you are?

Dag.

Dog? Like you walk a dog?

You don't remember me?

Could you get
my clothes, please?

Yeah, all right, uh...

Here you go.

That's not mine.

Oh, sorry. Uh...

Could you turn
around, please?

Yeah, yeah, hey.
Thank you.

Hey, listen,
uh, Linda,

I've got a lot
of work to do today,

which I have
to finish today,

so, uh, I'm afraid
we can't have a morning.

Um, why don't you tell
me what happened?

Nothing.
Nothing happened.

We met at the bar.

We drank too much.

We tried, but...

I couldn't hold up
my end.

Okay.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

No. Hey.

Yeah.

Leave your phone number,

and I'll call you when
you calm down a bit.

I'm engaged.

You can forget
the phone number.

Was that the guy
in the Ferrari?

What Ferrari?

I'll walk you out.

Listen, she does this.

Once I found myself
in Reykjavik
on Air Force One

surrounded by
Secret Service.

Uh-huh.

Bye.

PETER: I can't believe
you never told me
that story before.

I swore from then on
to wake up with people

who have as close to one
personality as possible.

At least that's one problem
Rebecca doesn't have.

Oh. Oh.

Let's get out
of here, huh?

I'm starving.

Me, too.

Where's my phone?

It's Sunday, Dag.

Yeah, but I'm
waiting to hear
on those Pepsi spots.

Yeah, but don't turn it on.
It's rude.
What Pepsi?

Oh, it's this
great campaign

that shoots in Aruba
that you're too old for.

Oh, listen,
go get the elevator, okay?

I can be younger.

(LAUGHS)

(WHISPERING)
Why did you do that?

What?

Did you have to bring up
your Sybil story?

Why not?

Because his girlfriend
just got out of
a psychiatric ward.

That's why not.

Oh, come on, Halley.

Rebecca is crazy.

She's not schizo.

HALLEY: Just try to be
a little more sensitive.
Hey, I'm sensitive.

Yeah. Well...

Just let Peter bring it up
if he wants to, okay?

You know what?
He's probably dying
to talk about it.

What?

Pete is waiting in
the elevator.

I don't care.

I'm in love with you.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

You know, in the last
two months, I...

Ugh.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We're bringing this
up after brunch, okay?

So, how is Rebecca,
by the way?

She's fine.

She would have come today,
but her mother had dibs.

Yeah. Well, whenever
she's up to it.

Rebecca loves
you guys.

But, no,
she's good.

Recovery is a slow
process.

Yeah.

Listen, if you don't
want to talk about this,

you don't have to.

Cut it out.

I heard you guys
upstairs.

It helps to talk
about it, really.

Yeah, see?

What?

I just... We care
about you guys a lot.

I get it.

I mean, what do you say
when someone tries
to kill themselves?

But she's not deranged,
she's just very depressed.

Yeah.

And I think she's going
to come out of it just fine.

Of course.
Of course.
Absolutely, yeah.

I'm just not so
sure about us.

Really?

Well, she's so
much younger.

Yeah, she's been around.

What do you mean?

Well, she's been dancing
since she could walk, right?

Her mother's company,
and traveling around
the world.

You know, that.

I tried to kill myself
when I was a teenager.

You're kidding!

Yeah.

Show him the scars.

Yep. You see
these short little ones?

Those are
the trial ones.

They don't go
deep enough.

They call them
hesitation cuts.

Right, right.
P-plus, you're not sure

how much it's going to hurt,
so the first stroke is gentle.

But then, if you're going
to go through with it,

you make these cuts.

Huh. Yeah, well, um...

Rebecca overdosed
on Prozac.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS)

Rebecca!

Rebecca!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Rebecca, stop the lithium
or the Prozac,

whichever it is that has you
staggering through my dances.

Mother.

PETER: I thought
she was amazing!

JESSICA: Who said that?

I did.

Um...

She took my breath away.

And who are you?

Peter. I'm reading
the Ginsberg poem
during the duet.

Show me your balls.

What?

I want to see your testicles.

Why?

They must be
quite substantial

if you think
you can contradict me

in front of my company.

I apologize.
Obviously...

Hurry up!

Oh, never mind.

I must have been mistaken.

Now, where was I?

Oh, oh, yes.

Rebecca, you were
a much better dancer

when you were a bulimic.

Why don't you
take that up again?

We could keep a bucket

at the side of the stage...

Peter, is it?

Yeah.

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca!

Yes?

Bring him to dinner.

Who?

Dick, here.

Willie.

Peter.

I'm sorry, but I have
plans tonight.

Please, if you can,
change them.

I would very much like
you to come to dinner

with my daughter
and myself.

HALLEY: Why do you
think she did it?

Well, she's never been
on her own list
of favorite people.

But, um, she was having
an affair,

and that probably
had something to do
with it.

She had an affair?

Yeah.
Some guy in Belgium.
They met on the tour.

Oh. Was it another
dancer?

Nobody knows
who he was.

She kept the whole
thing secret.

All her friends think
I'm the best thing
that's ever happened to her.

Oh, yeah.
You are.

Yeah, well, no medals yet.

What does that mean?

It's not over, she says.

She's been trying to get
in touch with the guy again.

(PHONE RINGING)

DAG: It still surprises me
that it actually rings.

So annoying.

Hello?

They hung up.

I hate that.
(CHUCKLES)

What is that thing?

I know.

It came with my
Jet Set Barbie.

It can only have
really short conversations.

"The plane,
the plane."

Peter, I think that you
and I are the only people
on the planet

that don't want to be
in constant contact.

Oh, my God!

I am so disappointed.

Hey, what?
It's vintage.

Did you see
their spot? Huh?

That Speed of
Light campaign?

Yeah, I seem
to remember not being
cast in that one either.

Don't start.
I invented you.

There wouldn't even be
a Peanut Butter Eagle
if it weren't for me.

Yeah, I don't know whether
to thank you or choke you.

Nobody wants to see me
in anything but feathers
and a beak.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, no, hey, let me.

But it might be Bernie
with the Pepsi ad.

I can answer a phone.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Rebecca.

We're so sorry
you're not here.

Yeah, yeah,
Peter's here.

It's Rebecca.

Hey, Reb.

How'd she get
the number?

What's going on?

She wants to talk
to you, Dag.

Oh.

Hello.

I understand.

Do you think that's
a good idea?

Okay.

Halley, she wants
to talk to you.

Yeah?

He what?

No, I don't want
to talk to you.

All right.

Peter.

Yeah?

I thought it was
something like that.

No, I won't do
anything stupid.

Yeah, I'll see you then.

(SIGHING)

Dag showed up backstage
after the performance.

I didn't even know
he was in Europe.

He was in Paris
shooting the, um...

The Euro Disney spots.

Right.

So, this was
two months ago?

Right. And I was
in Brussels.

Is that a long trip,
Paris to Brussels?

Oh, it's about two
and a half hours
by train.

Go on.

We went back
to my hotel room.

I had two glasses
of champagne,
and we had sex.

Did he stay the night?

No, he didn't.

And it was just
the one time?

Yes.

And?

And, that's it.

Oh, and I'm sorry.

Rebecca,

what made you think
that you could just come
over here and tell me this?

What do you mean?

I don't mean
to sound high school,

but you fucked
my boyfriend.

What made you think
I wouldn't knock
your teeth out?

I'm sorry.

I'm not very good
with women.

Okay.

Well, uh, it's been swell,

but, uh, I've got
a lot of packing to do,

so, uh, good night.

You're leaving him?

Yes.

But I meant for this
to show you how
insignificant it was.

I get to decide that.

Well, where are
you going to go?

You can stay
at my apartment.

I'm still at
my mother's.

No, thanks.

I appreciate the offer,
but, uh, that's impossible.

No, I insist.
Here are my keys.

No, no, I'm going to stay
with a friend.

I know this is
an odd request,

but Halley,
you're very upset
right now.

So, even if you take
my keys as a last resort,

in case all your friends
are out of town, take them.

My apartment is yours.

All right,
I'll take the keys,

but I'm not going to promise
that I'm going to use them.

Address is
on the key chain.

Don't you know
that's dangerous?

If you lose your keys,

whoever finds them
can just walk right
into your apartment.

But if somebody good
finds them, they'll know
where you are.

Can I help you pack?

No.

I would rather this
hadn't happened.

(PHONE RINGING)

(ON MACHINE) Hi, this is Dag.
And this is Halley.

DAG: We're not here now,
so leave a message.

No, erase that.
That's no good.

HALLEY: Don't erase it.
It's fine.

(BEEP)

WOMAN: Hi, it's me.

I get off in
two-and-a-half hours.

I'll see you then.

Oh, you should probably think
about taking her name off
of your machine.

(BEEP)

ANNOUNCER:
A-ten-hut!

All rise for the eagle!

(PATRIOTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Be seated.

Americans traditionally

love American Classic
Peanut Butter.

They love the crunch
of Crunchy.

The smooth of Smoothy.

I wouldn't give
a hot-diggity-damn

for any son of bitch
who didn't love

American Classic
Peanut Butter.

(SNIFFS)

I love the smell
of American Classic Peanut
Butter in the morning.

It smells like

victory.

ANNOUNCER:
American Classic
Peanut Butter.

The eagle knows.

(CHUCKLING)

MAN: (ON TV)
Want more chocolate?

Can't get enough
caramel?

Try new Holiday
candy bar.

It's like taking
a vacation.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
Coming up next,

Michelle finally sleeps
with Janet

on Our Best Lives to Live.

Mmm...

DAG: I shouldn't have
done it.

I shouldn't have
seen her dance

and I shouldn't
have slept with her.

It's been eating me up.

So, I'm glad
it's finally
out in the open,

because maybe now
we can move forward.

Say something.

I'm going bowling.

Can I come?

(PINS CLATTERING,
MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)
That's good.

Who's the man?

That's good.
Who's the man?

Yeah, you're the man.

Who's the man?

Come to
daddy, baby.

Oh, hey, no. Hey!
What's going on?

No...

(ALL SCREAMING)

Okay, Pete, you win.

Well, probably.
You've only got a 14.

I'm not talking
about the bowling.

What are you
talking about?

You know, whenever
you're mad at me,
you do this.

You act like nothing
happened.

What do you want
me to do?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(PINS CLATTERING)

You know, Pete,

you told me that Rebecca's
mental health was fragile.

I knew that she
was severely depressed

and that she got lonely
on the road,

and I still went
to see her.

I mean, I tried.

I tried to resist,
but I caved.

Hello?

(CHUCKLES)

Could you excuse us?

(MOANS SOFTLY)

Come on,
say something.

If you hit me
or spit on me,

I think I'd feel better.

I don't want you
to feel better.

All right.

You know, maybe
this was all for the best.

How? How is this
for the best?

Because maybe now
you can have

a healthy relationship
and move on.

Oh, I'm moving on,
but I don't want
to talk to you.

I don't want to
work with you.

I don't ever want
to see you again.

Ooh!

Ah!

(GROANING)

(MOANS)

DAG: Yeah!

See, that's more like it!

That was the Peanut
Butter Eagle.

What?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
the commercial, yeah.

He's my favorite
commercial actor.

Oh, that's too bad
he left, then,

'cause maybe you could have
got an autograph.

You two have a fight?

No...

Paula,

we didn't.

Sounded pretty heavy.

Well, you mustn't have heard
the whole conversation, then.

That part about fucking
his mentally ill girlfriend?

You're him,
aren't you?

Who?

That was my role!

I was supposed
to be the eagle!

That was going
to make my career!

I spit on your eagle!

(SPITS)

I spit on your
peanut butter!

You're a fraud!

You know nothing
about birds!

Taxi.
Oh, go on!

If you were a real bird,
you could fly!

Fly like me!

Fly like me!
Taxi!

(LAUGHS)

Fly like me!

So, how am I dressed?

Um, okay.

For dinner?

Oh, you're coming?

Yeah. I just wanted her
to have to work a bit.

Hey.

I meant what I said.

You can flat-out dance.

This is how
it starts, right?

What?

Things between people.

What do you mean?

Relationships.

Oh. Um...

I think they start
all different ways.

But this might be
one of them.

Why don't we see
how dinner goes?

Oh.

Can we take it back to,
"You can flat-out dance"?

Sure.

You can flat-out dance.

Thank you.

I'm going to shower.

You'll wait?

I'll be here.
Okay.

CABBIE:
That'll be $32.50.

Hey, we're here.

We're here now.

Where?

You said JFK, right?

Yeah.

$32.50, fuckface.

All yours.

Thanks a lot, buddy.

What's your name?

Dag.

Not Dog, Dag.

After Dag Hammarskjold,

former secretary-general
of the United Nations.

You have to say that
every time?

Yep.

Why were you named
after him?

He was a poet
and a peacemaker.

My mother admired him.

Tell me one
of his poems.

I don't know any.

If I were named
after a poet,
I'd read his poems.

Well, I read them.

I just didn't
memorize any.

Well, what were
they about?

The struggle to
be human and just.

Yawn.

MAN: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
It's Stephan.

(BEEP)

Hey, Stephan,
it's, uh, Halley.

Listen, um...
I was wondering,
if you were in town,

if I could, uh,
stay over

or, uh, use your apartment
or something.

Um, it's a long story.

Uh, anyway,
I realize that it's late,

so, um, if I, uh...

If I don't hear
from you in the next,
um, five minutes

I'll, uh...

I'll be floating
in the East River.
(SNICKERS)

Bye.

MAN: (OVER P.A.)
Flight 69 to Loserville,
now boarding.

Flight 69 to Loserville,
now boarding.

Once, I'm doing
this dog food
commercial, right?

You're not an actor.

God, no.

I'm a director.
I directed the commercial.

Oh...

So we got these eight
German shepherd puppies.

We're doing
this dolly shot, right?

And the dolly is...

That's this big cart
that we put the camera on,

and, uh, it's very heavy.

Oh.

And it's rolling,
and, well, you know puppies.

One of them gets crushed
underneath the wheel.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Did you tell me that
just to let me know
you directed commercials?

(SHEEPISH LAUGHTER)
Maybe.

If you're trying
to pick me up,

you should have
chosen a happier ad.

I'm not trying
to pick you up.

So, what do you do?

I waitress
at a bowling alley.

Is that all?

I tell fortunes.

Read my palm.

Mmm-mmm.
Don't do that.

I read beer rings.

What do you see?

Hmm...

Due to your
rampant infidelity,

and specifically due
to having had sex

with your best
friend's girlfriend,

your woman has left you

and your best friend
hates you.

(BOWLING PINS CLATTERING)

What you would like
most right now, though,

is to drown your sorrows
in the loins of someone
you hardly know.

I suppose you've never
been unfaithful.

I've never been faithful.

To anyone?

I'm already contemplating
fucking around on you.

You're getting
the wrong impression.

No, I'm not.

Two beers,
seven bucks.

Plus tip.

How much
for the reading?

Leave your
phone number.

(PINS CLATTERING)

I fuckin' deserve you.

Enjoy.

Hi, it's me.

I get off
in two-and-a-half hours.

I'll see you then.

Oh, you should probably think
about taking her name off
of your machine.

(DOOR LOCK CLICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Rebecca?

MAN:
Rebecca?

What...
No, no, no, no.

Becky?

Oh, oh, sorry.

Hello.

Whoa.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

My name is Andre.
I'm a friend
of Rebecca's.

Who are you?

Never mind. How do I know
that you're telling
the truth?

Uh, I have a photograph
of Rebecca and myself.

You can check my resemblance
through the, uh...
Through the peephole here.

How's that?

All right.

If you'll just open up
the door a smidge

I can slide it through
the gap in the door.

Okay, here we go.

Don't be deceived
by the glasses. I...

I just had that laser surgery
on my eyes, so...

Are you satisfied?

It's me.

Listen, can I just come in
for a moment?

I don't very much like
vestibules.

(LAUGHS)

All right.

Thank you.

Uh... I'm sorry.
Who are you?

I'm Halley.

Uh, Rebecca told me
that I could stay here
for the night.

Okay, well, I'm sorry.

I must have
frightened you.
Yeah, you did.

She didn't say anything
about anybody coming by
tonight.

I often stay here

when I need time alone.

When my girlfriend and I
have had a row,

Rebecca offers me succor.

Succor?

Respite. Anodyne.

She eases my pain.

Are you sleeping
with her, too?

We once dated briefly,
in college.

Now we're simply
good friends.

I see.

So, where will you stay?

(CHUCKLES)

Would it be possible...

(CLEARS THROAT)

It's very late,
and I could stay
right here on the couch.

Oh, um...

We could call Rebecca
for references, if you like.

No, no,
that's okay.

It's not necessary.

You can stay.

On the...
On the couch.

On the couch.

Thank you.

Uh, sorry if I...
If I woke you.

No, no, you didn't.

I mean, I mean,
you couldn't really
call it sleeping.

I was...
This your first
night here?

Yeah.

It's a new bed.

Most people can't sleep
on an unfamiliar mattress.

Yeah.

I'm usually constipated
for the first few days
in a strange locale.

What?

Can't shit.

You know, all tightened up.

Why don't you come out
to the veranda?

Got some antidepressants.

MAN: (OVER P.A.)
All those without a life,
please board.

All those without a life,
please board.

You're going nowhere.

You look like a man
without a destination.

You're very perceptive.

You're the guy from
the peanut butter,
aren't you?

Yeah.

You're droll.

My name is Colleen.

I'm heading westward
on flight 669.

They're showing
the new Eastwood.

Come with?

(SEDUCTIVELY)
Hi.

Hey. I brought
you something.

Come on.

HALLEY:
Mmm...

Mmm!

Nice antidepressants.

Chocolate cake
raises the spirits.

Mmm. It's the caffeine
in the chocolate
that does it.

Often, it relieves
constipation as well.

Caffeine.

Really?

Mmm-hmm.

What do you do?

I'm a videographer.

And what is that?

I record family histories,

and then I edit them
into personal documentaries.

Hmm. I see.

And you?

I teach the cello.

So, how do you
know Rebecca?

She slept
with my boyfriend.

The Brussels escapade.

Give me the ice cream.

Colleen, the woman
that I love, works
for the airlines.

Mmm-hmm.

They have courtesies
in this industry that
allow her to travel

anywhere in the world
for about the cost
of a movie ticket.

Once a week or so,
she'll fly somewhere
and back.

However, before she
plans her destination,

she inquires about the film
that's being shown.

She has developed a fondness
for watching movies

only while aloft.

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

Would you like
some caviar?

Eastwood always
improves.

Didn't you like it?

I did.

The turbulence
at the end

was kind of
frightening.

Moviegoing should always be
a life-or-death experience.

God, look at these
poor things.

Hmm.

(PASSENGERS MURMURING
IN AWE)

(APPLAUSE)

It's genius.
Thank you.

Where did you learn
how to do that?

It's my life's love.

Hmm.

You don't look like
you're having a good time.

I am.

It'll pass.

Emotions are ephemeral

like flowers and beauty.

When they appear,
it's your duty
to appreciate them.

Mmm.

Can I...

Can I kiss you?

Uh, of course.

Betrayal.

Lips don't count.

Would you care
to go further?

You are sleeping
with Rebecca, aren't you?

Yes.

I think I've lost the ability
to be shocked.

(MOANING PASSIONATELY)

Hi. Hi.

(MOANING)

Shouldn't we be
taking this
upstairs?

ATTENDANT: Buckle up, you two.
We're about to land.

My husband has affairs.

I have affairs.

You just need to find someone
with similar interests.

My heart is broken.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I don't think
you can you use the phone
this close to landing.

(TOUCH TONE BEEPS)

It interferes with tower
communications.

(PHONE RINGING OVER P.A.)

Who's using
the cell phone?

Turn it off
immediately.

ANSWERING MACHINE: (ON P.A.)
This is Rebecca Newman.

He's over here!
Give me that cell phone.
Give me that phone!

Rebecca, it's Peter.
I will love you always!

COLLEEN: Mommy!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hello, Dag.

Have we met?
No, but you
know my wife.

You met her on Friday

and you fucked her.

Now, I'm going
to kill you!

No, no!
I didn't do anything!

Whoa, whoa,
wait a second,
wait a second.

Uh, uh, when you said Friday,
did you mean last Friday?

Yeah, last Friday.

No, no, no.
That was our anniversary.

He couldn't have possibly
fucked your wife

because he was with me.

Yeah. Yeah.

Why would your wife say
something that wasn't true?

I don't know.

Where is she tonight?

I don't know.

Well, it's none
of my business.

Can I get
a drink, honey?
Of course.

Mmm.

No hard feelings, huh?

Yeah,
no problem.
Great.

(EXHALES)

That could have been
unpleasant.

Yeah, it could
have been.

He's very lucky
you came by.

He certainly is.

What's your name?

Halley. What's
your name?

Dag.
Dog?

Not Dog. Dag.

It's a long story.

(GASPS)
Sorry.

I'm sorry. Oh.
(CHUCKLING)

Oh. Next time,
we've got to get

the decaffeinated
chocolate cake.

Right.

What's this?

What?

What?

Oh. That's junior high school
dramatics.

Were things really
that bad?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess I must have thought
they were.

You know,
I was a little fat.

Actually,
I was a lot fat.

Hmm.

Do you want to watch TV?

Sure.
Oh, good.

Great. Good, good.

(SNIFFLES)

'Cause, uh, I like to know
what's going on

in the world, you know?

HALLEY: Oh, my God.
What's wrong?

It's a plane crash.

We are here at LAX,

where investigators
are already on the scene,

sifting through the charred
remains of the business

and coach-class sections
where there were no survivors.

The news is much better,
however,

for first-class passengers,

as the cabin and cockpit
sheered off during impact

and slid hundreds
of yards away

stopping, literally,
25 feet from the gate

eight minutes
ahead of schedule.

Boy, you get
what you pay for.

Hmm.

REPORTER: Fortunately,
the captain did survive...

HALLEY: Oh, my God!
That's Peter!

Hey... And that's
my Colleen.

And in a bizarre twist
of fate, one passenger,

seen here apparently
completely unharmed
during the disaster,

was run down
by a catering vehicle...
(HORN HONKING)

...while celebrating
on the tarmac.
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

The passenger's name
is being withheld

pending notification
of next of kin.

Back to you, Jim.

Oh, my gosh.
Oh, Jesus.

Uh, just a second.

There's a hot line
for families.

Let me just call.
Let me just call
before you go.

(CLICKS ON CASSETTE PLAYER)

(ON CASSETTE)
Rebecca, it's Peter.
I will love you always!

(CLICKS BUTTON)

Rebecca, it's Peter.
I will love you always!

(CLICKS BUTTON)

Rebecca, it's Peter.
I will love you always!

(CLICKS BUTTON)

DAG:
Rebecca?

Excuse me.

Rebecca?

Oh, my God.

What the hell
are you doing here?

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Thank you.

Hi.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ah, Peter keeps
telling me you can dance,

but I had to see
for myself.

Well, now you know
he lied.

Ah! You were amazing!

You are the most...

Okay.

Hey, I have a bottle
of something
at the hotel room.

Ah, I'd love to,
but I can't.

I got to catch
an 11:26 train.

Really?

Yeah.

Too bad.

(JAZZ BALLAD PLAYING)

To the most unbelievably
gifted dancer

anyone has ever seen.

Besides my mother.

Oh, no. Hold it.

Don't you dare
drink to that.

Sorry, it's reflex.

I'm allergic to compliments.

Your mother is a very
talented woman,
but without you,

it would just be a lot
of dancing.

Now drink.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Sorry, if I...
No. God.

I'm so glad you're here.

It is so fucking lonely.

(MOANS LIGHTLY)

So, um, why are you
in Europe?

Didn't I tell you?

Probably. I don't listen.

I'm, uh, shooting
a Euro Disney spot.

Is it nice?

(LAUGHS)
Euro Disney?

It's okay.

The best part about it is

you got all these French
people that are paid
to be nice to you.

Let's talk about
something else.

Okay.

You speak to Peter?

Could I have another glass
of champagne?

Yes.

I see other men.

What?

I don't date other men,
but...

I sleep with other men
besides Peter.

Oh.

Peter knows.

And how does
he feel about that?

He wants me to stop.

What a surprise.

Does Halley know
that you came here
to see me?

No.

I just got
on a train.

REBECCA: Can you
stay the night?

What's wrong?

Uh...

I think I'm going
to say no.

I don't often
do that, say no.

But I think I'm
going to this time.

(MOANING)

This is a bad idea.

Come here.

This is going
to be one of those
terrible mistakes.

The ones you can't
ever take back.

Are there
any other kind?

(SIREN WAILING)

MAN:
You're awake.

That a girl.

He will love me always.

Good.

Rebecca, is it?

That's your name?

Stay awake.

You hear me?

DISPATCH: (ON RADIO)
We got a white male, 30s,
unconscious.

He's got a head injury.

Looks like a mugging.

His name is Dog something.

Okay, we're going to send him
down to East Village Memorial.

Yeah. Over.

(SIREN WAILING)

JESSICA: Fosse fucked
me at 4:00 a.m.

on the Ponte Vecchio
in Florence.

I said to him, "I'm an
old worn leather bag.

"Don't belittle yourself."

He said, "I want
to, Jessica.

"You are the most beautiful
woman in the world."

Total bullshit
and I fell for it.

Nureyev?

I couldn't ever
get him to try it.

I got him drunk,
cut my hair

wore a tuxedo.
Nothing.

I would have strapped
one on for him.

That's how deeply I felt.

Who else?

(CHUCKLING)
Oh, yes.

Mr. B loved women.

He was an alchemist
in the bedroom.

Alvin? Fast and furious,
like he was.

I envy that you managed to
inherit your father's eyes.

Whoever he was.

My God, you are
beautiful, Rebecca.

And you can out-dance
the fucking archangels

but why won't you live?

Oh, my God.

How ugly my hands
have gotten.

Scaly and reptilian.

Graceful, yes, but

like ostrich boots.

And yours are alabaster.

Smooth and perfect.

I will never
stop loving you.

HALLEY: How
was your flight?

Fine.

And Colleen?

She's stabilized,
which is good.

She's still not conscious.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Um... (STAMMERING)
Listen, I wanted to tell you

that in spite
of recent events

I had a good time
the other night.

As did I.

Maybe, uh, we could see
each other again sometime,

when this is all settled.

(STAMMERING) Oh, I
don't know, Andre.

I mean...

Um, listen, I...

Can I talk to you later?

Because he's moving around.

Of course.
Of course.

Uh, Colleen also seems
to be brightening.

Bye.

Okay, bye-bye.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(WHISPERING)
I say.

Ow.

Does it hurt?

Yes.

Good.

What happened?

You slept with Rebecca.

After that.

You don't remember?

I remember
bowling with Pete.

He left and I left.

Yeah.

The doctor says
you're going to be fine,

unless you get
a blood clot

that causes an aneurysm
and kills you.

(GRUNTS NERVOUSLY)

Personally,
you know

I hope that you live

because I want you
to regret what you did

for the rest
of your life.

I'm sorry.

I fucked up.

No, no, no, fucking up is
forgetting my birthday.

You did not just fuck up.

Can we call an injury
time-out?

I slept with someone
the other night.

You what?

Yeah.

You know, I...
I don't do that.

I mean, that's not me,
only now it is

and I want you to know
that it is your fault

and I don't
forgive you.

Marry me.

Oh, don't you fucking dare.

I already did

the worst possible thing.

Nothing else I do
will ever compare.

If we can get
through this...
Shh...

Shh. I... I'm done.

You have no right
to even apologize.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

I have a big problem,

and I'm going
to get help for it.

Yeah, it's too late.
(RASPY BREATHING)

Hey, Hal.

Could you call a nurse?

Bye-bye.

PETER: Well, by
some fluke

the first-class cabin
sheered off on impact.

They even let us take
our carry-on luggage.

And everyone else
was killed?

Business and coach.

Wow. Were you in shock?

Sure. I'm still in shock.

I flew back here
when I heard about you.

I couldn't have done that
if I wasn't still in shock.

Your phone call
made me sad,

and this whole thing
with Dag's really got me.

You in love with him,
Rebecca?

I don't know.

Sometimes it feels
like love.

What about me?

You're the person
I should be
in love with.

But aren't?

I don't think so, no.

Okay.

Okay.

You know I'm in
love with you?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry.

No, it's a good thing.

It's one of those good things
that just feels really awful.

So, what did
I do wrong?

REBECCA: You did
everything right.

There's nothing you can say
that I haven't already said.

Why don't you love me?

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

Oh, wow.

That made me dizzy.

Oh, gosh.

Gosh, maybe you
should sit down.

Yeah.

You've been through
quite a bit.

Okay.

Oh, easy.

(BOTH GASPING)

Oh, God.
I'm all right.

Maybe we should
head back.

The nurses are going
to get suspicious.

Sure.

So, how's Colleen?

I think she's
still in critical.

How do you know Colleen?

I went to school
with her husband.

Small world.

We've been having
an affair.

Even while we were
going out?

Mmm-hmm.

Maybe we should
go to counseling.

Maybe that would help.

No, I'm... I'm getting
the feeling it's over.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(MUFFLED YELLING)
You know you
like it.

Shut up, bitch.

Bitch.
(MOANING)

Hey.

You know what room
the peanut butter guy's in?

Try the cafeteria.

PAULA:
No, smarty.

He's the eagle from
the peanut butter commercial.

He's in 407.

Oh, thanks.

Are you a friend of his?

Sort of.

I'm going to bring him
the special crash edition
of Some People magazine.

He's in lots
of photographs.

Are you heading up there?

No, I was actually here
to see somebody else.

Oh, Dag?

You know Dag?

I heard he got mugged.

Yeah.

Is he all right?

Well, um... They think
he's going to be okay

unless he gets
a blood clot

that causes an aneurysm
and kills him.

Hmm...

What room is he in?

712.

Rebecca's here too, right?

You know Rebecca?

(WHISPERING)
Yeah.

Oh.

Yeah. Oh, she's
in, um, 924.

Peter 407, Dag 712,
Rebecca 924. Got it.

I'm Halley, by the way.

Oh. Paula.

Nice to meet you.

Same here.
(LAUGHING)

How come it says Sylvia
on your badge?

Oh, I'm taking her shift.

Long story.

WOMAN: (OVER P.A.)
Dr. Sturgis...

Uh... Will you...
Will you do me a favor

and, um, go see Dag first?

Because he was asking
for a nurse.

(STAMMERING) Oh,
okay, you got it.

Thanks.

Well, you're a lucky man.

You'll be fine,
unless you have a blood clot

which could lead
to an aneurysm
and kill you.

So I've heard.

Hello, Sylvia.

(CRASHES)

(MOANS)

Remember me?

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

Here's a hint.

Sylvia is not my real name.

Um...

Bowling alley?

Waitress?

Sorry, no.

You had a fight
with the eagle.

You came over
to my apartment?

Uh-uh.
You tied me up?
We had violent sex?

Uh...

(GRUNTING VIOLENTLY)

Almost.

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)
(MOANING)

Are you mad
because I spit on you?

Because I head-butted you?

I thought you were going
for the rape thing.

You are a very
violent person.

Untie me.

No.

I may want to come back
and fuck you

once the swelling's
gone down.

Was Peter's girlfriend
a good lay?

Oh, she was
better than you.

So, she was worth
fucking over
your best friend?

Sure was.

Sometimes I see
the most beautiful thing

and I just have
to have it.

I don't want to
take care of it

or own it

or love it.

I just want to
take off all its clothes

and see and feel
everything that's private.

And I don't even want
to do it twice.

What are you talking about?

You're out of
your fucking mind!

You know that?
(CLICKS TONGUE)

What am I doing here?

What do you live for?

For days like this.

How about you?

Vengeance.

I'm vengeful.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

No, I, uh...

I can't quite
place the face. Uh...

Uh... Maybe you
could tell me

or else you can
come back later.

I'm a little tired.

You know, if this was
The Flintstones...

all I'd have to do...
(GROANING)

...was knock you
on the head again

and all your memories

would come flooding back!

Oh!

(GROANING)

Shh...

(MOANS WEAKLY)

Hi!

Where are you heading?

Rebecca. You?

Peter.

How's Dag?

He's finally resting.

Hey.

Hello.

Remember me?

No.

I was your waitress
at the bowling alley.

Sorry, no.

Well, you were in

a kind of heavy thing
with Dag.

Yeah, I...
I remember the night.

I just, um...

How do you know Dag?

I took him home that night.

Oh.

Should I go?

No, it's, uh...

It's okay, Sylvia.

No... Paula. Paula.

Oh... I know
the tag says Sylvia.

It's 'cause I had to sneak in
after visiting hours.

Isn't it still
visiting hours?

I'm embarrassing
myself, right?

The last thing you need
is some kind of geek fan
showing up here.

You snuck in here
just to see me?

I love all your commercials.

(GIGGLING)

The peanut butter eagle

just wrecks me every time.

Thank you. Uh...
Hello. Peter.

Yeah, I know.

(CHUCKLING) Oh.

(GIGGLING)

So...

Oh, your plane
crashed, huh?

Yeah.

I brought you
Some People magazine.

You're in lots
of photographs.

Oh, wow. Thank you.

But you're
totally fine?

Well, it all sort
of caught up to me.

I was in, uh, this
hospital in Los Angeles

but I... I think
I left too soon.

Yeah, 'cause of Rebecca's
suicide attempt?

You know Rebecca?

I tried to kill myself
when I was a kid.

Jesus, is suicide a female
rite of passage or something?

Women are ten times
more likely to attempt
suicide

and males are four times
more likely to succeed

so you're bound to meet
more female attempters

because the male attempters
are just dead.

And you didn't
try it again?

No, I'll be dead
soon enough.

You know, I wish someone
would explain
that to Rebecca.

I could talk to her.

It would be my pleasure.

Oh... I kind of have
a crush on you.

Could... Could I have a date
when you get out?

Oh. Uh,

maybe.

And, you know, this could
just be the way it starts.

What did you say?

That this could be...
The way people meet...

This could just be our way.

Maybe.

I love beginnings.

After a beginning,
anything can happen.

Hey, kiddo.

Hello.

I'm a friend of Peter's.
My name's Paula.

Rebecca.
Nice to meet you.

Same.

Slit your wrists, huh?

Yes.

How come?

I didn't want
to live anymore.

Why? You're fucking gorgeous.

That's very
nice of you.

Have you ever slept
with a woman?

Scratch that.

Would you like
to sleep with me?

I don't think so.

Might give you
something to live for.

I don't think
that would do it.

Are you Peter's nurse?

No... I met him and Dag
at a bowling alley
where I work.

I like Peter.

He's crazy about you.

I know.

I asked him out
just now.

What did he say?

"Maybe."

Are you serious
about offing yourself

or is it just a cry
for help?

I think I'm serious.

I could be of assistance.

How?

I've got about
200 sleeping pills.

Go for it.

So...

How come you don't
want to live?

I make too many mistakes.

Everybody makes mistakes.

I try to fall in love

and I choose men
who aren't good to me.

I try to fall in love

with a man who is

and I have no
feelings for him.

I fail at the simplest
interactions between people.

You're doing okay
right now, with me.

Sure, but, you know...

Look what's going on here.

Well, what is it
that you want?

I want it not to hurt
when I wake up in the morning.

When was the last time
it didn't hurt?

The first time I had sex
with my shrink.

Mmm.

That's a lot,
don't you think?

Well, you really ought
to be sure this time

otherwise people will stop
taking you seriously.

Thanks.

I tried to kill myself
when I was a kid.

Why?

(GROUP CHANTING)

My foster family
were Satanists

and I was supposed
to be the devil's bride

or human sacrifice
or something.

A long story.

Oh.

I hope you get
what you want.

You, too.

Thanks.

Maybe I should
have tried it.

Too late now.

(PSYCHEDELIC ROCK PLAYING)

(ORGAN PLAYING)

Hey, Halley.

Oh, Peter.

How are you?

I'm a mess.

Yeah.

Weren't you just
in a plane crash
three days ago?

Was that me?

(LAUGHS WEAKLY)

Have you met Andre?

We haven't met,
but Rebecca's spoken
about you.

I'm sorry we couldn't
have been introduced

under more pleasant
circumstances.

How's Rebecca?

She's still in a coma.

The doctors tell me
it could last several days

or several years,
or she could just die.

I'll stop by
and visit her.

She won't know you're there.

How is Colleen?

She's still in the
hospital in Los Angeles.

She's had complications.

Why aren't you by her side?

I, uh... I flew back
to... To be with Halley

during this
difficult time.

You left your wife
in critical condition?

You're married to her?

Oh, wow. Uh...

HALLEY: You never
told me...

Whoops.
...you were married to her.

What difference could
that possibly make?

I'm here right now
to be with you.

It makes a whole hell
of a difference. Shit!

Excuse me.
What?

Why did you do that?

What?

You deliberately
tried to hurt me.

Oh, that.

Because you've been sleeping
with Rebecca.

ANDRE: I advise that you
stay out of my affairs.

You stay out of them.

Don't get lippy,
and don't point...
Lippy?

Jesus!

Shut up.
It's a wake.

Dag is dead.

Jesus.

I'm sorry, Halley.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(WHISPERING)
I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

But the irony here
is that, uh,

just before the crash

before I knew anything
about you and Rebecca

your wife and I fucked

in one of the
little bathrooms.

(WHIMPERS)

Well, actually,
in first class

they're quite roomy.

I'll kill you!
Yeah? Come on!

(ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING)

PETER:
Ow, ow, ow!

(ORGAN PLAYING)

(ANDRE CRYING)

Hey, Hal.

Andre, I'm so,
so sorry.

If there's anything
I can do to help.

(WHIMPERS)

I'm sorry.

(ANDRE SOBBING)

(ORGAN CONTINUES)

HALLEY:
Do you want to be alone
for a few minutes?

Yes, I would.

We're going to go back
to our place.

Mine and Dag's.

Mine.

We have plenty
of leftovers.

All right.

Thank you both.

You're welcome, Peter.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

Do me a favor?

Don't die
in the next few days.

Mmm.

You either.

So long, Peter.

Hey, Peter.

Paula. Hello.

I'm sorry about Rebecca.

Yeah.

How are you holding up?

Not well.
(MOANS)

Everyone I know is dead.

I heard about Dag.

Yeah.

And Colleen.

You knew Colleen?

Well, Andre and I
used to date, so...

Oh.

One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.

Did you know that the day
you visited me in the hospital

was the day
Rebecca overdosed?

You're kidding.

Did you go and see her?

Yes. I went and I
tried to convince her

to live like
we talked about.

What did you say?

I told her that
you loved her

and she said she knew

and that she loved
you, too.

Not enough, I guess.

You want to get
out of here? Huh?

Let's have a cup
of coffee.

I would like to
talk with you.

(SIGHS)

Sure.

Okay. Come on.

(PETER SNIFFS)

But I want...

What?

I want to kiss her
good-bye.

Oh, okay. Go ahead.

It seems...
Yeah, but...

How does it feel?

Mmm... Like lips.

Only less so.

(TO HERSELF)
50, 60, 70, 80.
Yeah, that's good.

You okay?

No.

Come on, let's get
out of here.

You know what? I'm...

I'm going to say no.

You want to stay?

No, I want you
to go without me.

I don't want
to see you again.

Why?

I'm not sure.

But I think all I have
left is instinct.

I'm disappointed.

You're disappointing me.

I'm sorry.

I think maybe my
timing's been off.

Let's try again
in, like, a week.

No.

Okay.

Sometimes these things
just don't work out

no matter how much trouble
you've gone through.

(MUTTERING)
Watch your back.
What?

You take good care
of yourself.

Can we take it back from,
"You can flat-out dance"?

(SIREN BLARING)

To the most
extraordinary dancer

I have ever seen.

Drink down.

Could I have another
glass of champagne?

Would red wine do?

Okay.

I see other men.

What?

I sleep with other people
when I'm on the road.

You don't do that?

Rebecca, I think...

Do you have to work tomorrow?

I can be late.

Good.

(SIGHS)

What's wrong?

I think I'm
going to say no.

(CHUCKLES WEAKLY)

I don't usually
do that,

say no.

But I think
I'm going to.

Even an idiot can see
this is a bad idea.

Okay.

Goodbye, Rebecca.

I'll see you
in New York.

Okay.

HALLEY:
Dag, how come
you didn't tell me

that you saw Rebecca
dance in Brussels?

Oh, um...

It was during that whole
crazy Disney thing.

I never told you
about that?

No.

She was magnificent.

Pete, did you see her
dance on that tour?

Of course.
In Montreal.

Yeah.

You never told me
that you saw her dance.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

She blew my mind.

I know why he didn't
say anything.

Rebecca...
Why?

You mean kissed,
kissed?

Yeah.
Why?

We had wine.
It was late.

She kissed me twice.

Excuse me, please.
Thank you.

But anyway, I
got up and left.

It was a bad idea
and I left.

And I apologize
but, you know...

Nothing happened.

Gee, where's
the medal of honor?

HALLEY: I thought
we were through

with this bullshit, Dag.

We are.
Didn't you hear her?

I can't believe you!

I'm sorry, Pete.
Fuck you,
you're sorry!

Wait a minute.
Hey, she kissed me.

It's not her fault!
She's got a problem!

It was my fault.

I kissed him.
Okay, Pete?

I wanted him to stay.

Rebecca...
But he wouldn't.

Maybe we should go.

I'm sorry, Pete.

We'll talk.

DAG: Come on.
Halley.

It was two lousy kisses.

Tell me the truth.
You thought about staying.

It was the strangest
night of my life.

It was like I was there
but I wasn't there.

Please.
But I swear to you

when I walked out of that
hotel room in Brussels,

I was a changed man.

And I know it
sounds ridiculous

that that one
night could have

such a profound effect
on me, but it did.

I don't think
it was a good sign

that you were making out
with my best friend.

You deserve better.

Yeah.

So what should we do?

I don't think we
should date anymore.

Oh...

So this is how
it ends, right?

Still friends?

Yeah.

So, do you want to fuck?

(PLAYING WISTFUL MELODY)

I shouldn't have done it.

I shouldn't have gone
to see her dance

and I shouldn't
have kissed her.

And you should've
told me

so I didn't
have to find out

in an elevator
full of neighbors.

You're right.

And I apologize.

(SIGHING)

Do you forgive me?

I don't know
how you've managed it

but somehow, I'm actually
pleased that all you did

was make out with your
best friend's girlfriend.

Marry me.

What are you doing?

I'm proposing.

Because you feel guilty.

No, because
I love you.

(LAUGHING)

Are you serious?

As an aneurysm.

Where did that come from?

I don't know.

What do you say?

Do you have a dollar?

What?

Give me a dollar.

Thank you.

Can I kiss you?

Of... Uh... Of course.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, she kissed me.

Ooh! Colleen. Ow.

Now we're even.

What?

Let's start from here.

(GASPS)

Whoa! Hey, I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

(QUIETLY)
Asshole.

Who was that?

No clue.

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GROANING)

(BLOWING)

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)