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[instrumental music]

[paper rustling]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps plodding]

[engine revving]

[footsteps plodding]

[door creaks]

[footsteps plodding]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

(female operator)
'Your call, please.'

U-uh, would you get me

"M-Monument 6-9-9-7-0."

(female operator)
'Are you a guest
at the hotel, sir?'

- Y-yes.
- 'Your room number, please.'

- 407.
- 'One moment, please.'

[telephone ringing]

(Gloria)
'H-hello..'

(Buddwing)
'Hello, did I wake you?'

(Gloria)
'Who is this?'

W-w-well, who, who is this?

Gloria. What do you mean?

Are you calling me
or am I calling you?

G-Gloria, h-how are you?

Uh, well, I'm half asleep,
that's how I am.

Eh, what is this?

Is that you, Sam?

"Sam?"

Oh, Sam..

And why do you only call me
when you're drunk?

I-I'm not drunk, I'm lost.

What the hell do you mean
you're lost? Where are you?

Uh, The Plaza hotel.

So how are you lost
if you're at The Plaza?

[sighs]
W-w-where are you, Gloria?

I'm in bed asleep.

I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, Sam, you drive me nuts!

What is it you want?

- 'I want to see you.'
- No.

W-w-we, we can have some coffee,
we can talk. Please, Gloria.

Well..

I'm gonna put on my clothes.

You're not gonna walk in here
and find me in bed

if that's what you're thinkin'.

- 'Please?'
- Well..

I-I'll be right over.

G-Gloria! Gloria?

(Gloria)
'What now?'

I forgot the address.

Boy, you are drunk, aren't you?

(Sam)
'I-I'm not drunk. It's just..'

It's 352, West 89th Street.

You forgot the address.

Boy, that takes the cake.

[sighs]
I-I'll be there in
a few minutes.

(Gloria)
'Sam?'

Don't fall under no lousy
subway trains, huh?

[car engine revving]

Sam.

Sam?

Sam what?

[truck engine revving]

[thinking]
Budd..

Sam Budd.

[airplane droning]

Wing?

Sam Buddwing.

[thinking]
I've got a name.

[instrumental music]

[train chugging]

[indistinct chatter]

[train chugging]

[car engines revving]

[instrumental music]

[baby crying]

[thinking]
"GV?"

[baby crying]

(Gloria)
'Who is it?'

- It's me. Ahem.
- 'Who?'

Sam.

(Gloria)
'Alright, alright.'

[thudding]

Miss Osburn?

Yeah.

I'm Sam.

Not any Sam I know.

Oh.

You don't recognize me?

I never saw you before
in my life.

N-no, w-wait, wait, wait. I've,
I've got your phone number, see?

Oh, come on now, mister,
let's cut the stuff.

You met my husband
in some lousy bar last night.

He gave you my number and says,
"Call her, she puts up."

- I-is Sam your husband?
- Some husband.

We separated. He tell you that?

Well, no,
I don't remember meeting him.

Were you out drinking
last night?

I-I don't know
where I was last night.

I woke up in Central Park.

As God as my witness,
that's all I know.

Well, um..

Tsk. Well, I said I'd give you
some coffee, huh?

Uh, sit down.

It's, it's already on.
Be ready in a minute.

[cups clinking]

[sighs]

Alright...who are ya?

I don't know.

Why'd you say you were Sam?

You said I was Sam.

- Who gave you my number?
- I don't know.

But it's right there
on the paper, ain't it?

It seems to be.

Seems hell, it is!

Where you from?

I don't know.

- Well, how old are you?
- I don't know!

Mmm.

You married?

I'm not sure.

You're not sure of nothin',
are you? Tsk.

[sighs]

Yeah, I think
the coffee's ready.

How do you take your coffee?

I missed it.
How do you take this?

[crying]

Hey..

Hey, baby, what's the matter?

Hey, come on now.

Wha-what's the matter?

Oh, come on now, baby,
don't do this.

Please, oh, no,
this ain't right.

Hey, come on now, baby.

- I don't know how I take it.
- Huh?

My coffee.
I don't know how I take it.

[laughing]

Oh, you poor baby. Don't know
how he takes his coffee.

[sobbing]
Y-y-yeah.

[laughing]

Oh, you dumb, lost puppy.

[sobbing]
Y-y-yeah.

You poor baby.

[chuckles]

Oh, rest, baby, rest.

Oh, what are we gonna do
about you?

You don't know me?

No, honey, I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

Can't you remember nothing?

I feel as if there's some kind
of tug-of-war in my mind.

Trying to remember and then..

- And afraid that if I do..
- Yeah?

- I better go.
- Where?

Why, I'm not sure..

But don't you want your coffee?

Oh, thank you, Gloria,
thank you very much.

You're a, you're a nice person.

- Yeah.
- I have to go.

U-uh, wait!
Have you got any money?

- Sure.
- Oh, sure. Wait!

You don't leave, you hear? Wait.

Here, here take this.

- Oh, I, I-I couldn't.
- Oh, take it, take it.

Why, Gloria?

Well, you're lost, ain't you?

So go find yourself.

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

Grace.

Grace!

Grace, wait!

Grace.

Taxi?

Taxi!

Taxi!

Follow that green cab
up ahead, please.

- Hurry.
- What are you? You're the FBI.

Don't lose it, huh?

I get a ticket,
you wanna pay the fine?

Y-yeah, okay.
I'll pay the fine.

Yeah, you're all
gonna pay the fine

until it comes time
to pay the fine

then nobody wants
to pay the fine.

Please, it's very important.

Where's that broad going anyway?

What broad?

The one in the cab up ahead.

Oh, watch it, he's turning.

'I see. I see, already.'

You know, I had a blonde broad
here the other day.

Gets in the cab stoned drunk

two in the afternoon, wants me
to take her to Oyster Bay.

'I say,
"Where in Oyster Bay, lady?"'

'She says, "On the water."'

'I say, "Where on water, lady?"'

She says, "You want me
to take your number?"

Right away, they want
to take your number.

Well, she don't take my number.

Instead she sits back
and relaxes all over the place.

You know, what I mean?
She relaxes.

With her dress
right up to there.

Singing very dirty songs.

I swear, I almost crashed
the cab four times.

'Well, the pay off
is, only $28 ride.'

'She gives me a quarter tip.'

And says, "Mister

you never had a ride
like that in your life."

She starts marching up
the front walk.

Just before she goes
in the door, she turns..

...and she gives me
a bump and a grind.

Like she was in the Barley House
in Union City.

Was it worth it?

I ask you.

Boy, what a business!

[honking]

[inaudible]

[instrumental music]

Vaulner. Edward Vaulner.

'You're expecting somebody?'

O-oh, n-no. No.

Then I presume you won't mind
if I join you?

Oh, please. Not at all.

You eat a hearty breakfast.

Well, I'm hungry.

Listen, don't be defensive.

You like to eat, so eat.

How did he get out?

- What?
- That nut.

Oh, it says he stole
a grey suit

from the director's
office and just left.

Umm, he got lonesome.

There are more of his kind
outside than in.

That's a lot of citrus.

You're expecting maybe scurvy?

No, I'm just hungry.

So, eat. Who's telling you
not to eat? Oh, watch it.

You almost caught me
in the eye.

The grapefruit, it's squirting
all over the table.

- Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
- Who's complaining?

You wanna squirt a little
grapefruit in my eye?

Go ahead.

My name is Swartz,
what's yours?

I don't..

- Sam Buddwing.
- Pleased to know you.

You would eat here
all the time?

No, this is the first.

You should come more often.

I eat here all the time.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner.

That's because the food
is so wonderful.

It's also because
I happen to own the place.

- That grapefruit good?
- Oh, very.

Wait till you taste
the Danish.

It's as good as..

You ever been
to Miami Beach?

Oh, I forget.

How could you forget
a place like Miami Beach?

I just don't remember.

Are you Jewish?

If you're a Jewish,
you've been there.

Oh, I don't know.

Then what are you?
An Arab?

What did you say
your name was?

Sam Buddwing.

All the Sams I know,
they're Jewish.

What about Sam Adams?

He probably changed his name.

- So did I.
- Ah-ha.

What was it before?

- I don't remember.
- Why?

- Are you ashamed?
- Well, no, it's just that--

A nice Jewish boy like you..

Aren't you gonna
drink your milk?

Well, sure, I...just wanna
have my coffee first.

So, have it.

How could you
drink it black, like that?

Well, I'm..

I don't know.

You don't know?
How is it possible not to--

Stop digging at me,
I don't know, I don't know.

I wish I did,
I want to

but I don't know!

Listen, what's
the matter with you?

Nothing, just, I can't
remember anything, that's all.

Why don't you go see a doctor?

Um...maybe I will.

Maybe, schmaybe, you shouldn't
put off ailments

no matter how small.

My brother Davey
had, uh, an ingrown toenail.

Didn't see a doctor.

Murder, believe me.

See a doctor.

- Hey.
- It's on me.

- I can pay.
- Yeah.

Don't I see you can pay?

Do you look like a bum?

The only thing wrong is you
can't remember anything.

That's all.

Well, thank you, Mr. Schwartz.

You're welcome, Mr...

...what did you
changed your name to?

Buddwing.

Where did you find
a cockamamie name like that?

On a beer truck.

[chuckling]

Sam..

...don't be ashamed
you're Jewish.

Some of the finest Christians,
believe me..

...they're Jews.

[cars revving]

[vehicles honking]

[honking continues]

[motors revving]

[car screeching]

Grace!

Grace...slow down,
will you?

- I'm not Grace.
- Sure you are.

Would you like me
to call a cop?

Well, no.

Why do we need a cop for?

You don't need one

but I think I do.

Didn't you hear me calling
you up on Western Avenue?

You followed me from there?

Well, now,
that's impressive.

I yelled.
I guess you didn't hear me.

Oh, what'd you yell?

No, don't tell me..

- Grace?
- But, that's your name.

My name is Janet.

Goodbye.

Listen, you better
not get funny.

This is a public park,
you know.

You get funny in a public park
and oh, boy..

Why should I get funny?

I couldn't guess.

Maybe you're some kind of
degenerate or something?

You know I'm not.

[sighing]

From Kookesville?

- What's my name?
- Grace.

Janet.

You're 19.

How old are you?

Twenty five.

Twenty five?
And how many?

Who's Grace?

[instrumental music]

[thinking]
I'm not sure.

(Grace)
What do you want?

Talk to you, Grace.

I'm studying.

Oh, that can wait.

That's what you think?

- Hey?
- "Greek Mythology"?

You don't mind, do you?
I'm really trying to study.

Sure, go ahead.

I can't study if you keep
talking to me.

Well, who's talking?

- Here, I'll help you.
- How?

I'll ask the questions,
you give the answers.

- What's the Pleiades?
- The Seven Sisters.

And what are their name?

Alcyone, Merope,
Maia, Electra..

And Dopey, and Grumpy..

And Sneezy, and Sleepy.
Stop that.

Okay, now, may I study?

- I have a better idea.
- What?

Let's go for a walk.

And what happens
when I flunk mythology?

I don't know, what?

I'll hate you forever,
that's what.

Well, I wouldn't
want that to happen.

Okay, as long
as you understand.

When were you born?

January 10th.

Capricorn,
that explains it I guess.

Explains what?

Umm...never mind.

Oh..

- What's your favorite month?
- March.

Nobody's favorite month
is March.

Mine is, what's yours?

October.

It makes me sad

because everything
dies in October.

Well, then why is it
your favorite month?

I'm a very sad person.

Ohh..

I cry an awful lot, do you?

Oh, no, I..

I don't think so.

I cry all the time.

All the time.

I see a bird, I cry.

I pick up a salt shaker, I cry.

My Uncle Dan calls me
Grace The Weeper.

Now, we just have
to make you laugh.

- Impossible.
- Why?

- I have no sense of humor.
- Oh.

Are you gonna fall in love
with me or something?

- Well, I--
- You mustn't, I haven't time.

Haven't time?

I have to finish college

then go for my Masters.

So, you see, falling in love
will just mess things up.

Well, wait until you're asked.

- You're in college, aren't you?
- Yeah, music.

That's lovely.
Do you play an instrument?

- I compose.
- That's lovely.

Uh, look, Grace.

Just because a guy
asked you to take a walk

it doesn't mean that
he wants to marry you.

I know.

Would you like to take me
out or something?

- Yes.
- When?

Saturday night.

I live up in Mount Kisco.

I'll come up there.

We just met, you know.
We're practically strangers.

- Then it's settled.
- I guess it is.

[vehicles honking]

[instrumental music]

- Grace, you know what?
- What?

No, don't say it.

Why not?

I'm not ready
for those words.

I'm too young and stupid.

I don't know much about living.
I don't know who I am yet.

Well, why don't you look it up
under Saturn

and the tenth
house of Venus.

Sure, make fun.

You're you, I'm me.
That's all we need to know.

It sound so brave
when you say it.

But what does it mean?

It means that I love you.

[instrumental music]

Why?

Why do you love me?

I mean, why me?

Oh, please, why me?

- I love you.
- Yes, but how much?

I love you more than
anything in the world.

Well, that could
mean anything.

It means I love you.

Oh, God, how I love you!

I love you, too.

[barking]

[growling]

[continues barking]

Why is he growling at me?

He's not growling,
he's talking.

What's he saying?

I bet I know.

Who is this joker?

And why is he messing around
with our darling Grace?

- Okay, why?
- Why not?

- She's just a kid.
- She's 19.

That's just a kid.

- How old are you?
- Twenty-five.

What'd you do for a living?

Well, I'm studying
to be a composer.

Composer.

[sighing]

In your mouth,
it sounds criminal.

Impractical.

Have you got private means?

[sighing]

I've got $65 in the bank

a beat-up jalopy

and I'm going to college
on a GI Bill.

Now, what's with the 3rd degree?

Look, buddy, my niece
hasn't got any parents, just me.

So, if you don't mind,
I'll take an interest.

- Okay?
- 'Okay.'

Now, I'll tell you
something, buddy.

I'm going to marry
your niece.

How about that?

- What?
- Yeah.

Why don't you talk that over
with your dog?

[dog growling]

[barking]

[grunting]

Don't leave holes.

- Where the hair was?
- Where the ears were.

Rich man...poor man..

[whistling]

...beggar man..

[continues whistling]

Oh, lovely, what is it?

It's the slow movement
from my jazz octet.

[whistling]

It gives me goosebumps.

[whistling]

Oh, God, I love music.

Writing and listening.

It's better than we are,
you know what I mean?

I just...love it.

As much as you do me?

It's the same thing.

[whistling]

Eek, it's going
down my front.

Oh, it itches.

You want some help there?

I can manage, thank you.

My regular barber
doesn't have that problem.

I should hope not.

I didn't know
you had a cowlick.

I am all kinds of things
you don't know about.

Yeah, well, I learn.

When?

Don't rush me.

Why not?

I'll give in.

[thunder rumbling]

It's going to rain!

[rumbling continues]

Never.

Never.

[thunderclap]

[rain pattering]

[car honking]

[vehicles revving]

[both laughing]

Wow! Where did that come from?

You got smart
with Jupiter Pluvius.

Who?

And you, a student of mythology.

Yike, I'm soaked
to the skin.

Shh.

[Bach instrumental music]

What is it?

Bach, "St. John Passion."

Come on.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

(Sam)
'I feel like..'

'I feel like praying.'

(Janet)
'Alright. Pray.'

(Sam)
'I don't know how.'

(Janet)
'Me, neither.'

(Sam)
'I wouldn't even know
which God to pray to.'

(Janet)
'Pray to all of them.'

Jehovah, Zeus..

Aphrodite, Apollo..

- What about Buddha?
- Alright.

Him, too.

Dear Gods..

...of all times and places.

Give us happiness..

...growing on trees
in a garden.

Let my wife's mouth

always taste of clover..

'...and her eyes keep
keep bright with loving.'

Let us roam the earth,
like Vikings.

'France, England, Spain.'

La Costa Brava.

Greece. Dardanelles.

Oh, yes. And Italy.

Everywhere we wanna go.

And it won't matter where..

...because we'll be
so damned happy.

'So in love.'

[sighs]

So all you Gods

nod your big,
white shaggy heads

and shower us with blessings.

All you Gods.

All you Gods.

'All you Gods.'

'All you Gods!'

[dramatic music]

I am Vaulner.

I'm the maniac, Edward Vaulner.

What seems to be
the trouble, mister?

What.. Nothing.
No trouble at all.

Well, it looks to me like you're
yellin' all over the place.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize

I was being loud.

Yeah, well, there's such a thing
as disturbing the peace

you know.

Well, I'm sorry.

What are you doin' here
in the first place

uh, watchin' the college girls?

N-n-no, I wanted
to sit in the sun.

I didn't realize there was
a law against it. Uh..

There ain't.

How 'bout, uh, showin' me
some identification, mister?

I says, let me see
your identification.

He wasn't doing anything,
officer.

- Nobody asked you.
- Oh, I..

I'm simply offering
my observation--

Well, nobody asked you
for your observation.

He's right, officer.
I can verify his testimony.

Now this ain't a trial.
Mind your own business.

I thought this was
a free country.

- Now, who asked you?
- Oh..

What are you gonna do next, stop
us from sitting in the park?

Well, what other country
you here from, huh?

Now, why don't you all go home
and mind your own business, huh?

Why don't you go
play in traffic, officer?

- Very funny.
- 'Oh, what's the matter?'

Is graft a little
slow today, huh?

Come and arrest my mother,
officer. She's a pusher.

- Yeah.
- Alright, alright.

Alright, break it up, now.
Go on home, all of you.

♪ They're talkin'
law to us again ♪

Alright, come on, now.
Break it up.

♪ Talkin' law to us again

♪ Talkin' law

♪ Law
♪ Talkin' law to us again

[clamoring]

♪ They wanna put us down again
put us down ♪

♪ They wanna bog us down again

[indistinct chatter]

♪ They hope to take away our
right which is rightly ours ♪

♪ They hope to take away
our right ♪♪

[clamoring]

[engine rumbling]

[car honking]

[approaching footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Now, look, mister,
I don't know what you want

but I'm stretched pretty thin,
and I swear

if you don't stop following me,
I'm going to hurt you.

I don't wanna hurt you, mister,
believe me, I don't, but..

- Unless you stop bothering me.
- I'm not bothering you.

Mister, I'm very tired
and upset.

- Yes, yes, of course.
- I-I don't know who I am.

I know who you are.

Edward Vaulner.

- How do you know that?
- I know everything.

Who are you?

God.

Well, I don't believe in God.

Well, then, who do you think
you're talking to?

An old nut who followed me
from Washington Square.

Oh, that's merely a symptom
of your condition.

It is a well-known fact
that crazy people

think everyone else is crazy.

- But do you think I'm crazy?
- Of course.

Then you must be crazy.

God cannot be crazy.

Now what do you want?

You must have faith.

- In what?
- Me.

You? You're crazier than I am.

There.

You do know, don't you?

You know you're Edward Vaulner.

'A paranoid schizophrenic.'

You belong
in the state hospital

where you stole that suit.

'If you are caught,
you must go back.'

- I don't wanna go back.
- Then listen and obey.

God needs a disciple.

He needs you.

To preach the Gospel?

Run errands and clean house.

To earn money.

So that God shall be undisturbed

in his meditations.

That's kinda petty, isn't it?

God is petty.

To those who are nobody

He gives nothing.

No, I won't do it.

- Listen to God. Listen--
- No, you listen.

I'm somebody, do you understand?

I don't know who,
but I'm somebody.

I'm me!

And all I need is for
someone else to see it.

From now on, when you look at me

you see me, or you see no one.

Don't give orders
to the Almighty.

Get away from me, get away
from me, or I'll hurt you.

You try it, you try it

and I'll yell that
you are Edward Vaulner.

And they will come
with a straitjacket

and put you away.

Get away, get away!

[dramatic music]

Help! Help!

Escaped maniac!

Help!

Help!

It's Edward Vaulner!

This is the maniac!

'The escaped maniac! Police!'

'Police, help!'

'It's Vaulner. Help!'

Please. Please help!

Help! Police!

'Police, help!'

'It's Vaulner!'

'Hurry up! Help!'

'Help!'

[crashing]

Jeanie.

[panting]

Mommy, that man was crying.

[dramatic music]

[engines rumbling]

[cars honking]

[instrumental music]

[car honking]

[engines rumbling]

[bus honking]

[instrumental music]

[car honking]

What will it be?

Uh, could I have a glass
of water, please?

[cutlery clinking]

[sighing]

Got trouble?

Uh, my head hurts,
and all of a sudden

I'm seeing double.

Mm-hmm.

Bet I can guess what it is.

- You can?
- Migraine.

- Migraine?
- Yeah.

My old lady gets
it all the time.

It's, uh..
How do you pronounce it?

Psycho.. Psycha.. Uh..

- Psychosomatic.
- Yeah.

Like you're trying to put
something out of your head

and it keeps
hammering to get in.

Yeah, but what causes it?

Oh, in the case
of my old lady, me.

[chuckles]

Alright, already.

[moaning]

Ugh. Sensitivity.

I read that like
a cornball amateur.

'"You shouldn't
talk like that, mother.'

'"After all,
he's not only my lover'

'he's my friend."

That was the worst reading
I ever did in my whole life.

Do you know that my
concentration was nowhere?

(Tony)
'Sweetie, your concentration
was groovy'

and your sensitivity,
well, it just flips me out.

Oh, you're putting me on,
my whole instrument was blocked.

- 'Sweetie, you were wailing.'
- Grace?

- Grace.
- 'You know, you're a doll.'

Hey, do forgive, I must run.

- Okay? Ciao, baby.
- Ciao.

[instrumental music]

[car honking]

[instrumental music]

[car honking]

Hello, Grace.

Hello, Seymour.

- Is that my name?
- Well, it is, if mine's Grace.

Hit the road, you spook.
Get lost.

Pound yourself some pavement.

How'd you like it?

I beg your pardon?

My performance.

Well, actually,
I was cheating a little.

I did play it in
"Bachelor Party."

- Are you an actress?
- What else?

Oh, don't tell me you really
thought you knew me.

- I do.
- Prove it.

Y-you've got a beauty spot
behind your left shoulder.

I've got one, but it's somewhere
else, and if you think

I'm gonna show you where,
you're outta your skull.

You gave me this ring.

Well, I wouldn't give a man
a ring with a cracked stone.

It wasn't cracked
when you gave it to me.

I broke it.

Say, you really
do think you know me.

Yes.

I thought I was hip,
and here I am

falling for the oldest
line in the world.

"Haven't we met before?"

It's not a line.

I'm Grace?

Well, how'd you like to buy
your old friend Grace

a cup of coffee, hmm?

[instrumental music]

(Fiddle)
'Like, nothin'.'

Ah, maybe you're lucky.

Lucky?

So you don't know
who you are?

Make a choice.
Be whoever you wanna be.

That's what actors do. I mean,
that's why they're actors.

They don't know who they are

so they go batting around
waiting for some writer

to write them a personality.

We are all impersonating
an identity.

I've read that somewhere.

- So you do remember things?
- Bits and pieces.

They keep coming back
but they don't add up.

- Label.
- Hmm?

Those fancy threads
you're wearing.

Stores keep records
of their customers.

All you gotta do
is look at the label.

Yeah.

- Zero.
- Yeah.

Well, we'll go
at it scientifically.

Like, first, we'll figure out
your profession.

- How?
- Just answer the questions.

What's a tort?

A civil wrong under the law.

Uh. What's the maximum penalty
for burglary?

I've no idea.

Well, a lawyer, you're not.

What's scopolamine?

Some kind of drug.

Dr. Kildare,
you're not either.

Well, who wrote
"Gone with the Wind?"

Margaret Mitchell.

What are galleys?

Well, I think kind of like--

Oh, forget it.

Um..

When a market is bearish,
what does it mean?

Weak.

What's it called
when it's strong?

Bullish.

Uh-huh. Now, we're
getting warm.

What's the current code
on AT&T?

I have no idea.

Well, rich man, poor man
beggar man.

What's an A&R man?

Ooh, that sounds familiar.

I think it's, um..

I don't remember.

That's my trouble.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Well, let's see if any of these
ring a bell, alright?

Uh...white planes?

Oh.

Brownsville?

Chappaqua?

Mount Kisco?

Mount Kisco.

Yeah?

- I can't remember.
- Mm-hmm.

Old daddy Freud would say
you don't wanna remember.

Why? You think this is fun
being nobody from nowhere.

I wanna remember, it's just that

every time I feel like
I'm getting close..

- 'Yeah?'
- There's something waiting.

Something..

I better tell you,
it's possible I'm insane.

Are you?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Well, I would,
I'd like to help you but..

Well, you're an attractive guy
and I don't wanna get involved.

I mean, well, well,
you've got your trouble

and, like, that's my trouble.

- Getting involved.
- Sure.

- Nobody wants to get involved.
- Wait a minute.

I'm not some damn stray dog
you'd give a pat on the head

and send on his way.

- You need a shave.
- What?

One thing I can't stand
is a guy who needs a shave.

- Oh.
- Where you going?

Well, find a barber, I guess.

- You got any loot?
- A little.

Well, save it.

I know a place
where it's all for free.

Come on.

[humming]

- You!
- 'Yeah.'

- Come and get it.
- 'Crazy.'

- Look what I found.
- Oh, yeah. Harry's. I think.

Well, a man is handsome.

The girl ain't ugly.

Mm-hmm.

You'll keep.

- Who is Harry?
- Was.

- The guy outside the theatre.
- Tony? Oh, no.

He don't swing like that.

Oh, Lord, I am so tired
of those AC-DC types.

Hey, uh, you normal?

- I don't remember.
- Oh.

Well, before
we find out for sure

I think you oughta know
my name is Fiddle Corwin.

Nobody's named Fiddle.

Of course not. I made it up
'cause it's easy to remember.

That's important for an actress.

Mm.

You're normal.

- You promised me something.
- Did I?

- Food.
- Uh, first, you mean.

♪ Oh I slept last night
in the hollow log ♪

♪ With the bedbugs
all around me ♪

♪ But I thought of sleepin'
on a feather's bed.. ♪♪

[humming]

[instrumental music]

Oh, man.

Hmm?

That guy doesn't
conduct with a baton.

He must use a baseball bat.

He's a good conductor.

For street cars maybe.

Well, look who's criticizing.

You know how that
phrase should go?

[piano music]

See, none of that phony rubato.
That's the way it was written.

Do that again.

'Go ahead.'

[piano music]

Rich man, poor man,
beggar man, pianist, huh?

Not exactly.

[piano music]

Lovely. What is it?

I think...slow movement
for my jazz octet.

Oh. Gives me goosebumps.

God, I love music.

Writing, listening..

Listen, I-I had a talk
with Loomis.

That's nice. Who's Loomis?

Verve Records,
as you very well now.

I forgot.

Well, brace yourself.
He offered me a job.

- You've got a job.
- I've got a profession. Ha, ha.

Why the, "Ha, ha?"

You know what I've got
to look forward to

when I'm a big,
successful composer?

Maybe six performances
a year by chamber orchestras

or ballet commission
if I'm lucky.

A lot of arranging
for other composers

just to stay alive
and funny, the end.

Eek. I hate
the taste of whisky.

Grace, pay attention.

We're not starving.

No, not quiet. Not as
long as you keep working.

Madam Proofreader
with a college diploma.

Alright.

What did the great man say?

Well, he's nuts
about the arrangement

I did on "Love and Follow."

Oh, goody.

♪ Love is a lure that
one must follow.. ♪♪

Now, cut it out.

What's wrong with using
a talent if you've got it?

Exactly.

He says the record
will sell a million

and furthermore,
I've picked the singers

and he's nuts
about that, too.

Sounds like
he's generally nuts.

Well, he says if I come
to work for Verve

within three years, maybe five

I can be the A&R man.

What's an A&R man?

In the record business,
he's God, that's who.

Artist and Repertoire.

He picks the stuff
they're going to record

who's going to record it
and he makes a fortune.

I didn't know
you wanted a fortune.

You got anything against money?

I'd like some.

I guess I'd like a lot.

Well, then..

Depends on what it costs.

Okay, so I wouldn't be
writing music.

Who in this world
gets what he wants anyway?

Some people do.

Well, some people have got
the money to do it with.

Grace, we have been married
four years.

We are no further now
then the day we met.

I don't want this
to turn into..

I don't know, schlubs.

I don't want us to be like
all the schlubs in the world

walking around
stoop shouldered and afraid.

The men with mortgages
around their necks

and the women with their
fat bellies full of kids.

I don't want you
going to a stupid job each day

and hating it and hating me.

- I don't.
- But you will.

You're arguing
with yourself, aren't you?

Because you're not convinced.

Alright, convince me.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I-I bought you something.

Where?

From GV?

Shouldn't it say,
"From GV with love?"

The love is understood.

- Grace..
- Would you close the window?

There's a draft in here.

Draft? It's 97 deg..

Thank you.

You got a handkerchief?

- Honey--
- I'm going to do the laundry.

At this hour?

Nobody else would be
using the machine.

(Sam)
'You're not angry?'

You know how much I love you?

Well, then what?

Are you worried about me?

Of course, I'm worried
about you, you foolish jerk.

I am you.

I spend the whole day figuring
out what to say to you.

What to wear to please you,
how to make you laugh

what to feed you,
don't you know that?

I didn't.

You come home
hollering about schlubs

and making a fortune and..

Oh, to hell with it.

Grace.

Did you mean what you said?

About what?

Female schlubs with
their bellies full of kids?

Well, I, I sure
wouldn't want a baby now.

That's too bad.

Why?

Because I'm pregnant.

Oh, really?
That's impossible.

Well, it happened.

Could we sue Margaret Sanger?

Don't be funny.

I forgot.
I have no sense of humor.

Oh, dear.
It couldn't have happened.

Alright, maybe I wanted it to.

- Maybe?
- Alright, I did.

Grace, are you out of your..

Why?

I don't know.

I thought a baby would..

Well, something
is happening between us.

A-all that's happening to us
is creeping poverty.

And if you think a baby
is any kinda cure for that..

How much money
have we got?

Forty-eight dollars.

[sighs]

Oh.

Alright, I can borrow some.

Well, we don't need it
right away.

We have about seven months
and ten days.

I can borrow some
for an abortion.

No.

(Sam)
'Why not?'

Because I want it.

[sighs]
Well, that's settled.

I have got to take that job!

Not on my account.

Grace, we can't have it
both ways.

I want it both ways.

Fine. What do we do
with the kid?

Throw it out into the street?

I got news for you,
it's a lousy world outside.

There are tigers
and there are sheep out there

and the tigers eat the sheep.

Oh, great!

It's a lousy world,
so don't fight it, join it.

Grow fangs and eat people
and sell out everything

that's good about yourself.

Everything that's,
that's decent..

Oh, I know exactly
what I mean.

- You're talking crazy!
- No. You are!

- I'm absolutely logical.
- Oh, shut up!

I'm absolutely logical
and you know it.

[weeping]

[sighs]
Oh, boy.

There goes Grace The Weeper.

Shut up.

Shut up.

[clock ticking]

[dramatic music]

Grace?

[jazz music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Grace! Grace!

[gasps]

You damned fool!

He smiled at me.
That means something.

- He smiled at me.
- What are you raving about?

Oh, you said the world was lousy
but he smiled at me.

He smiled at you because
you're naked under that coat!

Is that why?

You weren't really
going to do it?

I don't know.

I don't know what..

Oh, God!
I am so mixed up.

Oh, listen, Grace, we're going
to make it turn out our way.

The way we want it,
do you hear me?

We're young and tough, why
should we be crying on a bridge?

What do we do?

They made the rules,
didn't they?

Alright, we'll learn the rules.

We'll play it their way.

Listen to me,
this is me standing here.

'I'm gonna get what I want,
and you can't stop me.'

- We'll be tigers.
- Now you're talking.

We'll be tigers
and we'll drink blood.

They can't stop us, Grace.

- They can't stop us!
- Please!

We'll learn, Grace. We'll beat
the bastards, I swear!

I am not Grace!

I almost know her name.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

[sighs]

This crazy alarm goes off

in my mind like-like a warning.

Of what?

I can see it,
there's a room..

...a door..

Something awful
right behind the door.

There's nothing
behind that door.

Don't open it!

[instrumental music]

(Fiddle)
'What are you doing?'

S-someplace I've got to be.

- Where?
- It's important.

There's somebody waiting.

Who?

I don't know.

Well, will you come back?

I-I don't know, maybe.

Come back!

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

[honking]

[jazz music]

[music continues]

Someplace I've got to be.

- What place?
- 'Buddwing..'

Where did you find
a cockamamie name like that?

[music continues]

I'm the maniac.

Let me see your identification.

Beggar man.

- I'm lost.
- So go find yourself.

- Where in Oyster Bay?
- 'Bronxville.'

It's possible I'm insane.

You do know, don't you?

- Steady, Ray.
- Collision course.

[instrumental music]

[train rumbling]

[organ music]

- Give us happiness.
- Everything dies.

(Buddwing)
'Give us happiness.'

Help! Escaped maniac.

[dramatic music]

- Chappaqua?
- Keeps hammering to get in.

- Mount Kisco.
- Something awful.

You don't wanna remember.

God, I love music.

Lovely, what is it?

- A composer.
- A composer!

Tell me your name!

[can clanking]

[piano music]

(Gloria)
You dumb, lost puppy.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

(Buddwing)
'Uh, hello, Gloria.'

Who is this?

I-i-it's me again.

Uh, who the hell is me again?

I-I was there this morning.

Oh, what do you want?

Another handout?

Well, n-no.
It's just that I'm afraid.

I-I don't know anybody
and I thought--

My husband is here.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Hey, you.
You wanna be a trophy?

[chuckles]
You. I'm talking to you.

- What did you say?
- I'm on a scavenger hunt.

I'm supposed to bring back
a tall man in a grey suit.

What do you say?

- Bring him back where?
- Oyster Bay.

That's an out
of town fare, lady.

Well, you tend to your driving.

I'm just advising you,
it's an out a town fare.

Do you want me
to take your number?

Right away,
they wanna take your number.

Is this a gag?

[chuckles]
Does it look like a gag?

Come on, if I have to drag
a man back to that party

he might as well
be good looking.

That's very flattering, but--

What have you got in the bag,
your lunch?

Whiskey.

[chuckles]
Good. I picked a winner.

I'm sorry but I'm-I'm
on my way somewhere--

- I'll help you get there.
- By way of Oyster Bay?

- Come on, lady, where to?
- Oh, hold your water.

I gotta look at this list.

What the hell did I do with it?

[chuckles]
Yes.

Blind as a bat
without my glasses.

Can you read it?

Don't mind the odd page.
It's there by osmosis.

You really were supposed
to find a man in a grey suit.

Sure. What do you think
this was? A pick up?

Give me a cigarette.

I'm sorry.
I don't-I don't smoke.

Hey, gimme a cigarette.

I'm a cab driver, lady,
not a butler.

What his number?
I can't read it from here.

706143.
My name is Fredrick Calabrese.

Does that answer
your questions?

I don't wanna ride with you.

Whoa..

[chuckles]

Here. Pay him.

- Me?
- 'Two and a quarter.'

Pay him, pay him, but if you tip
him a penny, I'll brain you.

Better watch yourself, mister,
that's a real fly babe.

[engine revving]

Hey, you did tip him.

Well, you were pretty rough.

He should've tipped me.

He never had a ride
like that in his life.

Unh! He, he, he.

Hey, what kind of booze
you got there?

- Scotch.
- Oh, lovely, open it.

We'll have a drink.

I told you I'm suppose
to be someplace else.

Oh, the beast emerges.

Good, I love bestial men.

Come on, give me the bottle.

Oh, come on, come on.

- Hey, you better go easy.
- Oh, why?

I go hard or easy,
anyway I want to. Cheers.

Ick! I hate
the taste of whisky.

Well, what are the other things
on that list?

Not the man in the grey suit.
I've got him.

Well, the first thing
is a, a $100,000 in cash.

Oh, easy.

Uh, I guess
they mean play money.

No, I guess
they mean real money.

What's next?

A black Cadillac sedan.

[chuckles]
Easy.

We'll call Gary Cadillac

and charge it to my husband.
What's next?

We still haven't got
the $100,000.

Oh, stick with me, honey.
Everything's easy.

Uh, your name
in the newspaper?

Easy. The Penny Arcade
on Broadway. What else?

Three good men and true
to testify to your character.

[whistles]

Three men to testify
to my character?

We better make it yours.

Oh, forget it.
I'm not going with you.

Oh, now, why not?

Look what that list offers.

Fame, fortune,
adventure, romance? Hm-mm.

Where's the
adventure and romance?

Me.

You're not on the list.

I'm better than on that list.
I'm here.

Feel that? It's me.

Got any more problems?

Yes.

[sighs]
I don't know who I am.

[laughs]

Oh, it's identity
you want, huh?

Well, identity's a $100,000,
a black Cadillac

a beautiful blonde in your arm,
your name in the papers

and three lackeys to tell you
how great you are.

There, it's right
on your list.

Your list.

Mine, yours,
same difference.

Atta baby.

Well, let's go
get that stuff, hmm?

[humming]

Excuse me?

Take us to the Penny Arcade
on Broadway.

'Thank you.'

- Ever been there?
- I don't think so.

- Ever been to Grant's Tomb?
- Nope.

A born New Yorker.

Ever been to
the Queensboro Bridge?

Bridges. I don't like bridges.

I almost jumped off one once.

- Why?
- Oh, feeling blue.

- Why?
- Why? Why? Why?

I was a kid.
Centuries ago.

I'm interested.

[sighs]
Well, I was
a little bit pregnant

and it wasn't, uh,
how should we say

convenient to have the kid.

So instead of jumping off
the bridge, I got rid off it.

Went to a butcher
with dirty hands

and that took care
of the next generation.

Are you married?

Yes.

What's her name?

Grace.

Pretty name.

Hey, I'm getting sober.
Where is the bottle?

I like you better sober.

Nobody cares whether
you like me or not.

- Give me the bottle.
- No.

Oh, my. A difficult man.

When were you born?

January 10th.

[sighs]

Capricorn. It figures.

Not that I believe
in that stuff anymore.

What do you believe in?

Nothing.

Not the stars, not God,
love or marriage.

Nothing but the loop
we're gonna win tonight

with this Cadillac
wrapped around us.

[cars honking]

- Wait right here.
- There's no parking sign.

Good, it'll make a nice
decoration for the party.

- Rip it off.
- Me?

Sure. Live a little.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, my friend wants his name
in a headline.

Write it down.
No more than 25 letters.

- Pages count in letters.
- How long will it take?

Half an hour. You can wait
or come back, either way.

You think we could make
a 100 grand in half an hour?

(man #1)
'Only way you could do that'

'is I was to run
it off on this press.'

- 'No, we need real money.'
- That's a lot of loot, lady.

Not if you're lucky.

You lucky?

This stud in the grey suit's
my lucky charm.

- You want a newspaper or not?
- We want it.

Now, what shall we say?

"A couple caught
robbing a bank?"

That was more than 25 letters.

Why don't we just say I've
been a success or something?

- Yeah, just say he made it.
- Ah!

So and so makes it.

- Say what's your name?
- I haven't got one.

Well, every man's
got a name.

I'm not every man.

How do you know?

There! How's that?

I'm not every man.
I'm me.

Well, who are you?

Nobody.

Hey, that's more to the point.

Poetic, but untrue.
We are going to make it.

We'll be back in half an hour.

What kind of a headline
is that?

What are you, a printer
or an editor?

Come on, let's make
a hundred grand.

"Nobody makes it."

Hey.

You serious about that loot?

Why? You know
a bank some place?

Banks are for
puttin' in, lady.

- Yeah, what's for taking out?
- Crap games.

Life's the biggest
crap game going.

Me, I don't dig symbolism

but if you're looking
for a real crap game

with real money..

I've got 36 cents.

It'll never get you
into this game.

Will a 100?

You figure to parley
one bill into a 100 grand?

Will there be that much money
in the game?

It's there
if you can take it home.

Fine. What's your cut?

Win a hundred and ten,
I take home ten.

You really do think
we're gonna make it.

I think you're gonna bust
that game wide open.

How come?

Man, when you're born black

you never know
the smell of luck

till it comes
sailin' down Broadway

sweet and cool in your nose.

When you two walked in

I got such a whiff,
it nearly knocked me down.

I'd like my share.

You're on.

Where is this game?

Up in Harlem.

You ain't a segregationist
or anything?

Yeah, I sure am.

I wanna segregate all that money
from its rightful owner.

- Well, let's get to it.
- My name is Hank.

I know you husband's name,
'cause you wrote it out.

But I don't think
we've had the pleasure.

Just call me Grace.

[engine revving]

♪ A 100 grand a 100 grand

♪ A hundred lousy
lovely grand ♪♪

[laughs]

How do you know we'll make it?

Because we needed to win.

What do we get when we win?

The right to keep playing,
that's all.

The right to collect $200

every time we pass go
until we're bankrupt.

You can't be bankrupt
if you win.

You think not?

Then what?

Then, out.

We pack up our pretties

and trade 'em
for the Queensboro Bridge.

Hello, Grace.
Welcome home.

Where have you been?

Ooh, up, down, around.

I had to leave
the party alone.

I looked for you
and you were gone.

Oh, lovely,
let's make a song of it.

♪ I looked for you and you were
gone I looked for you.. ♪♪

Cut it out!

Would've sold a million copies.

Alright, who was it this time?

I didn't quite catch his name

but if you'd like
a description..

Don't touch me!

That'll make me the only man
around who doesn't.

Oh, right.

There's a name
for woman like you.

Say it and while
you're on the subject

think of one for yourself.

Such as?

Well, sir, when it comes
to a quick roll in the bushes

I am not the only half of this--

Take your hands off me.
Let go..

Oh, God.

God, look.

Is that us?

When did we start
to look like that?

I think a long time back.

Why? What did it?

Was it the job I took?

The baby I killed?

Oh, look at them!

Mr. and Mrs. Cinderella,
the American dream.

- Oh, Grace.
- We're dead.

It's my fault.

Not yours.

Nobody's.

That's the awful thing.

It just happens.

Do you remember
how we first met?

Washington Square.

That day at the beach..

I gave you a haircut.

And that night
we were married..

...we prayed.

Was that us?

We're still young.
We could go back.

- Oh, we can't go back.
- We could try.

Well, million years ago,
we're dinosaurs, we're extinct.

Don't say that, Grace.
We've worked too hard.

Won too much.
We've got everything.

And somewhere down the years

we've lost the only thing
that mattered.

Alright, we'll have it back.
I swear to you.

You're still talking.
Why are you still talking?

You're damn silly fool.

We're dead.

We're dead. We're dead.
We're dead.

- Here we are, folks.
- Good! Let's live.

'Let's go. Roll 'em.'

'Eight. Eight is the point.'

[indistinct chatter]

- 'Let's go'
- 'Eight right back.'

- 'No, six.'
- 'Huh!'

Come on, we're hot to trot.

- Seven.
- Oh..

[indistinct chatter]

- Shoot at 50.
- Here it comes.

Go steady here.

Now, listen, you little buggers

when I say "come,"
you're gonna come

and when I say "pass,"
you're going pass.

Right now, your mamma's
telling you to pass.

Come on, roll 'em, roll 'em,
roll 'em.

- You be good now, you hear?
- Make it hot.

'It's a four.'

- Card.
- Two to one, no four.

- It's a bet.
- 'Bet, bet.'

- 'It's a bet.'
- 'Okay.'

- 'I'm with you..'
- Hundred here.

- Two to one, no four.
- Two to one, no four.

- Right here.
- Come on, hut!

- Let's go.
- 'Come on..'

- 'Come on.'
- 'Come on.'

- 'Two two's.'
- 'Let it ride!'

[indistinct chatter]

Three hundred, she's right.

Come on, baby, come on.

- Twenty dollars.
- Four hundred repay.

- Let it ride.
- Four hundred.

Come on.

Come on, you buggers
now you pass.

Hut, hut!

Eleven!

Let it ride.

So far so good.
Where's the heavy stuff?

For very big bread.

'A pusher. Works a lot of high
schools in the Bronx.'

And that one, seen him roll
quarter of a million.

- 'He's loaded, too.'
- Present.

Twelve hundred. She's wrong.

- 'I'll take it.'
- 'Fifty.'

[indistinct chatter]

- 'Five!'
- 'Five!'

Fever me, babies. A little
fever for momma now, huh?

Seven.

- 'Ah!'
- 'Oh, well.'

- Your dice, lady.
- Okay, fat man, here you go.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, you roll.

Twenty-four hundred,
he's right.

- Two grand.
- Four bills.

- How do you feel, man?
- Lucky.

- Roll 'em.
- Roll 'em, roll 'em.

- We want a seven, honey.
- Honey, here's your seven.

Ha! Six and a one.

- He's doin' it, Grace.
- 'Easy, gimme the loot.'

'Four to one,
he don't seven again.'

'What are you betting, blondie?'

I bet the 4800.

You don't leave
no room for error, baby.

- We can't lose.
- Oh, do tell.

- A 100 says he passes.
- Fate is coming.

- I'll take three.
- Cover me?

- Make it hot.
- Eighteen.

- Roll 'em, roll 'em, will ya?
- 'Yeah.'

- Give me a seven, dice.
- 'Seven, seven, seven.'

(all in unison)
'Seven! Seven! Seven!'

'Nine!'

We've got a hot shooter
in the game..

Oh, shoot them babies
while they're hot, come on.

What do you want me to bet now?

- All of it.
- Hold it.

- Put part on 11.
- Why?

- I've got a feeling.
- Okay?

Okay with me.

Seven to one hundred,
he's right.

You're faded for five.

I'll take twenty-one.

Twenty-five hundreds,
he elevens.

'I'll give you
a fifteen to one on that.'

(Hank)
'The right odds
are seventeen to one.'

'Oh, boy, we got an accountant
in the house.'

(Hank)
'Well..'

'You know eleven's a one shot
bet, don't you, lady?'

She knows it.

Come on, these dice
are coolin' off.

- Your cover, lady.
- 'Talk to 'em, talk to 'em.'

Gimme now eleven, dice.

Gotta keep winnin'
to stay in the game.

- 'One bill says he does.'
- 'Fifteen to one.'

(Grace)
You heard the man, 17.

Okay, one bill, 17.

Can I roll these
damn things now?

(Grace)
Give the man his eleven.

(Buddwing)
I want an eleven.

(all in unison)
Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.

Eleven. Eleven. Eleven.
Eleven. Eleven.

- 'Ha ha.'
- 'Yeah!'

- You made it.
- How much have we got?

(Grace)
'Just a minute.'

'Oh, baby, I got me
enough money'

'to choke a horse.'

Buddy, you sure
been living right

'Don't let them
babies cool, honey.'

- 'Roll 'em. Roll 'em.'
- How much? How much?

- Fifty seven thousand.
- Bet it all on the next roll.

Hey, go slow, man. If we lose
that, we're out of the game.

Yeah, if we win it,
we're out of the game, too.

- Go.
- 'Come on, big rollers.'

I'm offering 57000,
we'll fade it.

Come in here with one bill and
you're bustin' up the joint.

(Hank)
That's gambling, baby.

- Now, you fading or not?
- I'd take ten of it.

- Ten for me.
- Thirty seven open.

In or out?

First, I'd like to have
a look at them dice.

What is this? A TV show?

I don't know what kind
of a show it is.

I only know you've got 42 grand
off me on that last roll.

'Now, maybe that doesn't give me
the right to examine those dice'

where you come from,
but on my block, it buys a look.

- Show him the dice.
- Alright.

Just don't cool them off.

Just wants to make sure
they aren't too hot.

'What do you think?'

I think 57,000 calls

for a new pair of dice.

It's the shooter's option
to change dice.

Not if they're crooked.

Those dice were in the game
when we got here.

If they're crooked,
they're crooked for you, too.

'I know guys to the bottom
of the river.'

Oh, you and your guy
to the bottom of the river.

- Give him the dice.
- Come on, give him the dice.

Yeah, they're straight,
let him shoot.

There's your three
good man and true.

- In or out?
- Roll 'em.

Gonna cover me a thousand.

- Come on, baby.
- Let it ride.

Come on, dice.

[indistinct chatters]

- 'The point is ten.'
- Easy, everything's easy.

- Two to one, no ten.
- I'll take that.

- Five on any craps.
- Eight to one, I'll take 50.

- Eight to one, or hot.
- How much?

- One bill.
- One bill, your cover.

(Grace)
'Come on, baby, we want a ten.'

(Hank)
'Roll 'em. Roll 'em.'

- You alright, man?
- Sure, he's alright.

Roll 'em, baby. Give it to 'em.

'Go, man, make them
babies behave.'

Come on, ten!

- 'Eleven.'
- 'Wait a minute.'

Can I talk to those dice?

- 'Sure, talk to him.'
- Hold it.

Are you rolling or is he?

Oh, he is.

Well, then leave the dice alone.

I just wanna talk to them.

Let her talk to 'em.

How do we know
she won't pull a switch?

Where would she hide
another pair of dice?

Oh, you tell him.

- Talk to 'em, honey.
- Come on, ten.

That's all we need.

Just one more ten.

- Come on, ten.
- Come on, give me the dice.

Come on, make my ten and go.

- Here, I talked to 'em.
- Okay.

- Now, make it.
- The hard way, honey.

'Two sweet fives.'

Come on, roll 'em, roll 'em.

Alright, ten, baby, ten.

Give me a ten, give me a ten!
Now!

(Grace)
Give it to me. Give it to me.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

You did it!

[screams]

Baby, what's the matter?

Not Monument, Mount Kisco.

This telephone number.

It's the hospital in Mt. Kisco.

- Hey, baby, where you going?
- Home.

Oh, you can't go home.
Don't you know that, baby?

You can't go home!

Dan?

I-is she alive?

Barely.

'Will she live?'

Who knows?

Dan, look at me.

You're disgusting.

Who called the hospital?

Are you kidding?

I don't remember.

You did.

Then what?

What are you, playing some
kind of crummy game?

Tell me.

You disappeared.

When they got to the house,
it was open.

Nobody there but Grace,
lying in her own..

Where the hell have you been?

Where the hell have I been?

You mean, who have I been?

Dan, I want to see her.

No.

You can't stop me.

I will. I will.

- And if it's necessary--
- Dan, Dan.

I'm begging you.

She's not conscious.

Any way.

I'll go see.

[sighs]

Oh, dear God.

Let her live.

Let her live.

Just for a moment.

Thanks, Dan.

Grace?

[breathing heavily]

Oh, Grace.

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