All language subtitles for The.Kreutzer.Sonata.2008.720p.WEBRip.x264-English

I'’d like
an ambulance, please.

5-2-3-3...

Arden Drive.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I think I hardly
need to tell you

that I was very vain.

In a rich man'’s life,
our type leads.

If a man'’s not vain, he doesn't
have much to live for.

So I went out of my way
to make absolutely sure that

the benefit was organized
with the maximum
possible good taste.

...Garlic and dill.

Mmm!

Always--you always do
a remarkable job.

Well, thank you.
We like working here.

I personally supervised
the catering.

Not too much,
but we want enough.

No rubber chicken
served here.

I issued all the invitations
myself.

Thank you very much for coming.
It means a lot.

This charity...

The most important thing
that we can get out of today

is understanding
that a little bit

goes such a long way around the world...

The music began
fairly early.

Oh, how well I remember all
the details of that evening.

I remember how
he produced his violin,

the way he opened the case,
tossed a cloth aside,

and took his cheap violin out
like it was a strad.

I remember the way my wife
sat down at the piano,

trying to appear indifferent...

When I could tell she
was extremely nervous,

scared she was
gonna fuck it up.

They played Beethoven'’s
""Kreutzer Sonata"".

You know it.

The first movement?

I hate that fucking sonata.

In fact, I hate
classical music.

I mean--[scoffs]
What'’s it about?

What?
What'’s it for?

You can'’t dance to it.

You can'’t hum the tune.

What am I supposed to do,
sit there like some dummy?

Doing what?

Waiting for the end so
that I can applaud politely?

I'’ve read that music carries
you directly into the state

of consciousness that was
experienced by the composer.

How does anyone know
what the fuck was

on Beethoven'’s mind
when he wrote this?

I don'’t.

Do you?

You know the way
it happens sometimes?

It'’s like an electric shock
goes through you,

and you wake up.

I woke up like that
in a hotel room

in San Francisco,

my head full of thoughts
about her,

about my sexual desire
for her...

About him, the violinist...

And the two of them fucking.

- Hello?
- Hi, Ginger. It'’s Edgar.

- Hi.
- Is she back yet?

No, um...

She called.
She'’ll be back around 11:15.

Oh.
All right.

I'’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks.

I shuddered with rage
and horror.

Stay down!

Then I began to reason
with myself.

I had no reason to think that.

Nah.

Nothing'’s going on.

Nothing'’s been going on.

I mean, she'’s my wife!

The mother of my children.

This is very L.A.

Slightly...

- It'’s a bubbly moment.
- Yeah.

It'’s a breastfully moment.

Yeah.
It'’s not last summer.

It'’s many summers ago.

And what else?

And it seems to be rather...

- Fun!
- Fun.

- And open.
- Yes, blowing.

What do you know
about art anyway?

Oh, not a lot.

What do you know?

Do you know anything
about big fish?

Do I?
No...

I like yours.
You like mine.

That'’s the way
it works.

What are you drinking?

Oh, you want--
you want a little sip of mine?

Yeah, I'’ll have yours.

It'’s free--the drink
is freezing my hand off.

The drink is free?

Free-zing.

I'm free.

Are you from L.A.?

I am; I'’ve lived here
practically all my life.

Shall I hold it for you?

I'm just worried
about your hands getting cold.

You'’re gonna hold it for me?

- Are your hands getting cold?
- No.

See, look, mine are--
feel how cold mine are.

Your hands are...
No!

Um, I'm not--I'm not--
you didn'’t ask me...

- I didn't. No, I didn'’t!
- No.

But I'm not from here.

Where are you from?

- I am from New York.
- Oh.

And I don'’t really
like L.A. that much,

but I have to tell you,
it was definitely

the right career move
for me to come here,

because, um, you know,

it'’s a really difficult business
that I'm in.

I'm a classical pianist

and there really aren'’t
that, um, many places

to get jobs and L.A., I think,
is really on the rise.

Wonderful; I would love
to hear you play.

I bet you would.

And I would really like
to play for you.

Aw.

Well, are you
with anybody now?

- I am, yeah.
- Where is he?

I don'’t know where he is.

Not here.

- Presently.
- And not comfortable

with me probably
being here either...

So maybe I should go inside.

In fact, I think
I'm gonna go get a drink.

Oh, hi, honey.

Hello.

- Um, come on in.
- I was looking for you.

- Really?
- I was looking for you.

Yeah, you were...

I know!

I'’ll take care of you.

Why are you acting surprised?

- Why are you acting surprised?
- I--I--I...

- What'’s going on?
- Nothing, nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Mmm, thank you.

Absolutely.

What kind of counseling?

- Marriage.
- Marriage.

- Kinsey'’s not dating anybody.
- Kinsey'’s not dating anybody?

Who are you telling that to?
Me or...?

- I'm not telling that to you.
- Why?

I'm saying that to Edgar

because I had
a conversation with him.

Edgar, Kinsey'’s not dating...

No, I wanna know what
the conversation was, really.

About alter egos.
It was nothing.

- God, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, no.

I almost threw up my food!

Is he some kind
of a split personality?

This is awful now
because I'’ve backed myself

into a corner!

And I remember what you said,
God damn it!

No, he was just saying
that secrets are
very hard to maintain

and that they can
sometimes work
in your best interest.

That trust is a--
is an imposition.

Something that we attach
all this importance to

when sometimes
somebody fails,

and in actual fact,
they haven'’t.

It'’s just your idea of them.

There'’s a trust.

If you don'’t have trust,
I don'’t understand...

But--but I think Edgar has
an interesting point.

- I mean, define that trust.
- Define the trust?

The trust that
you love each other,

the trust that you want
to stay together,

the trust that each other'’s
the most important

thing in each other'’s life,
I think.

- Yeah, but does--
- I bet you any,

any monogamous couple
in any relationship,

if they were given
the right circumstance,

the right moment,
the right timing,

the right chemistry with someone
else, they would stray.

This is not about us.
I'm just saying, in general...

Lady, would you like
some more wine?

You know, I wanted
to cut it down.

I wanted to cut down the tree
in front of my house.

- Yeah.
- And they said no.

- Kinsey'’s gonna drop me off.
- Bye, Kathy.

Oh, okay.

But you know, just, uh...

I love you, just--
I'’ll see you at home.

- Bye.
- Thank you.

- I'll get...
- All right.

- See you soon.
- See you soon.

- Take care.
- You too.

I drove home
positively beside myself

with enthusiasm, convinced

that she was the acme
of perfection.

What sold me?

The exquisite piano playing.

Surely someone so talented had

to have a deep and kind soul.

There and then, I first wanted
her to be my wife.

But it was my first kiss.

It was in Ireland and she--

she was a girl that was
introduced to me

by a friend
called Jerry Lynch.

Um, but the thing was that she'’d

been observing me
and I'’d actually never seen her.

This is what he asked me to do:

he said go in the middle
of a field,

lie down,
cover your eyes...

And wait.

So I waited, waited, waited.

And then I felt hair
pour over my face...

Ohh, that's...

And then breath
grazed my cheek...

And lips...

Against my face.

And I was so overcome

by the moment that I actually

never opened my eyes.

- Aww.
- And I never saw her.

Oh...

That is so sweet.

Have you ever been married?

- I have, yeah.
- Yeah?

Once before.

How is that?

It was wonderful
in its own way,

and then it slowly
but surely fizzled.

Did you ever cheat
on your wife?

Um...

Your lip just quivered!

I'm a--I'm a big cheat.

- You'’re a big cheat?
- Yeah.

Well, then, maybe you
can show me how

'’cause I'm really--

this is new for me.

Well, I am showing you how.

Am I not?

I mean, I'm not with somebody.
You are.

Well, I guess I'm really not
having a hard time with it then.

Are you dating anybody?

Two very bad people.

I didn'’t really think it was my
place to ask, so I didn'’t ask.

I dated people I didn'’t like

for a really long time,
and that worked for me.

And then sex became
a little bit of a game.

A little bit of a control thing,

a power thing.

My mom is very cool.

She'’s a very open, bohemian...

Amsterdamian-type.

And your father?

Very closed.

Very German.
Very German.

I had to sneak
around the corners

and wait for him
to talk to me.

I had to raise my hand.

No, I'm just kidding.

No, he'’s, um--he's very serious

and he'’s, you know,

a businessman, and he...

is multi-lingual.

- Mm.
- Which makes him fascinating.

He loves poetry and literature,

and he'’s interesting.

I just don'’t know him that well.

- Mm.
- But I like him.

If I met him at a dinner party,
I probably would like him.

But I don'’t really talk to him
that much.

And, um...

I guess...

I guess the same kind of goes
for my mom too.

I'm not super close to her,
but I admire her greatly.

I shouldn'’t, uh, be

falling for you...

Oh...

I shouldn'’t.

I shouldn'’t be falling
for you either.

I shouldn'’t...

Mmm.

Did you ever walk in and catch
your parents having sex ever?

- I did, yes.
- As a kid?

Yeah, I did, actually.
I was...

I was, uh...

Maybe four, five years old.

And I heard this, um...

Terrifying scream.

A sort of moaning,
screaming sound.

And I got very concerned.

And I got out of bed,
walked down the hallways.

Pitter patter, pitter patter,
pitter patter...

And continued hearing these
moans coming from my mother.

And I went into the room.

And I saw this man'’s back,

this very defined
muscular man'’s back,

and it wasn'’t my father.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

And the man was eating
my mother.

Shh.
Oh, no!

I literally thought he was
eating--he was eating her out,

but I literally thought...

Oh, no!

He was eating her.

And, uh...

Oh, that'’s awful!

And I went up to the bed and I--

I pounded his back
and he turned around and...

And looked at me
in horror.

And my mother said,
"It'’s okay, it's okay.

"Everything'’s fine.
I'm fine, darling.

"Go back to your bedroom."

Who was he?

Her lover.

Really?

Abby!

Stop, stop, stop.

Abby!
Can I please talk to you

for a minute?!

Fuck!

Of course he was
fucking her.

It'’s what she does.

It'’s what she wants.

That'’s her power.
That'’s...

Why I married her.

It'’s the only thing
about her that I want.

It'’s the only thing that...

other bastards want.

And he'’s a good-looking guy,
he'’s a musician,

he'’s--he's a single guy,
he'’s...young.

Nothing could stop him.

I don'’t even know who she is.

She'’s a--a mystery.

Just as she'’s always been.

Just as she'’ll always be.

I--I don'’t know her.

I only know her as a--
as an animal.

And nothing can or should
hold back an animal.

Sorry to miss your call.
Please leave a message--

It was only then
that I began to remember

the way that
she looked that evening.

I re--remembered the look
on their faces...

I remember how weakly,
pathetically and blissfully

she had smiled as I came up
to the piano

and how she wiped
the perspiration

from her blushing face.

Even then, they were avoiding
each other'’s eyes.

And I remember when they looked
at each other

and gave each other
a little smile.

I knew that look.

Those barely
perceptible smiles.

There was no longer any barrier
between them.

They'’ve done it.

They--they must have.

It'’s fucking obvious.

Everyone can see.

With horror, I recalled...

Yes, appointment'’s
on Monday.

- good morning.
- Morning, Cynthia.

- How are you?
- I'm good, thank you.

- How are you?
- I'm good.

I have things for you to sign...

- For a change.
- Mr. Kemp.

your 3:00, the New York

investor company,
they--they cancelled.

They'’re gonna call me
and reschedule for next week.

Okay, all right, thank you.

You'’re welcome.
Would you like some coffee?

- I'’d love some coffee.
- All right.

Grande non-fat latte, right?

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Gentlemen.
All right, gentlemen.

This is Cassandra Persons.

- This is Edgar Hudson.
- So good to meet you.

Oh, Mr. Hudson.
A pleasure to meet you.

- And Richard Kemp.
- Very nice to meet you.

- Spoke to you on the phone.
- That'’s right.

- Nice to meet you.
- Please sit down.

Good to put a name
to the face.

Thank you very much
for taking this meeting.

Our pleasure.

I'’ve been working
on this project

for the last couple of months,
and I reached out

to your foundation '’cause I was
hoping that you can help me.

Um, I have a friend who was just
in Africa a few months ago,

and he met a young boy
who was an amputee.

He was 10 years old.

There are several thousand

amputee children.

Because amputating
the limbs of children

and all of the civilians
was the signature atrocity

of the R.U.F. soldiers.

How did these amputations
actually take place?

They would lay the arm
on a stump,

or the leg on a stump,
and they would actually ask

the individual
which one they would

prefer to have amputated...

Dear, Lord.

And they would have to choose,

and upon the decision...

Wow.
- It would be

amputated with a machete...

Sometimes by other children.

Wow.

And now they'’re 15 years old,

and they have no one,

and so they'’re walking
the streets.

And I know that
there is something

- That can be done for them now.
- Sure.

Your foundation'’s been
so profound in changing

medicine and helping people
who need medical care,

I was hoping that you could
help me help these children.

We can get a lot--okay,
we can get physical stuff,

but I'm telling you,
I can hear Elinore right now:

"Off-core mission,
off-core mission,
off-core mission."

I know, big sis is tough.

I know.
That'’s why I just--eh,

I don'’t know if we can
get involved.

I mean, I think it'’s
a really good thing.

- My heart goes out to them.
- Yeah.

It'’s just, uh...

Look, I'’ll see you
after lunch.

But Elinore'’s
coming today.

At--yeah, absolutely.

- What time is she coming? 3:00?
- It'’s 2:30.

2:30, okay,
I'’ll be there at, uh...

I'’ll be back at 2:15.

But wait, you really can'’t
leave me because we have--

one: we have the budget,
which we haven'’t fixed yet.

The budget'’s not fixed yet.

Listen, I don'’t want
to bring this up to her,

and you can'’t
leave me alone...

Cynthia, I'’ll see you
after lunch.

You just can'’t leave me
alone with her,

you know, for five,
10 minutes, she'’s...

I'’ve heard this before.

"Be back after lunch."

When does he come back?
Next Wednesday.

Hey, baby.

Yeah.

No, I think he'’s wonderful.

I think he'’s great.
He'’s a really great choice.

Awesome, I know, because
I'’ve heard him before,

before we started
working together,

but this cellist,
I'm telling you,

he'’s a total asshole.

I mean, he thinks he'’s Yo-Yo Ma,

but he sounds more like
Jacqueline du Pré

at her farewell tour.

Um...

Yeah, that'’s--
I'm fine with that.

I think those are combinations.

And also just make sure

that I don'’t have
some clapped-out piano,

like the high school piano
with a busted pin-block, okay,

because I'’ll sound
completely amateur.

No, I--I think it makes
complete sense.

Okay, so run some people by me.

He'’s great.
I think he'’s really wonderful.

He'’s a little young, but, uh--

but he would be
a great addition.

Okay.
Right now?

Okay, okay, yeah.

Opportunity presents itself
for me to actually work

on the piano and make sure
that it'’s not a piece of shit,

because that'’s really gonna
present a problem for me.

Yeah, no problem.

I don'’t have a problem
with that.

At all.

I hear everything you'’re saying,

and I really will call you
back later

and we'’ll talk more,
and I'’ll also, you know,

make sure to check my e-mail...

Okay, thanks.
Thank you so much, Lena.

Okay. Bye. Thanks.

What are you doing?
Are you crazy?

God damn it, Edgar.
Get off of me!

- What?
- You fucking came in me.

Are you nuts?

It'’s not fucking funny.

Get...

What are you thinking?

It'’s not funny.

- Sorry.
- Sorry?

Oh, look.
It'’s over.

As soon as it starts,
it'’s over.

Clean up!

Just fucking clean it.
Clean it up!

Okay.

Everything has
a sharp edge.

There'’s all these--
I have to constantly watch her.

It'’s really exhausting
for me.

Why is this diaper
on the counter?

I'm trying the best that I can.

It'’s not my--I'm not
really good at it, okay?

- That'’s okay.
- And I'm not a housekeeper.

And I'm tired of doing laundry.

I understand that.

And... I want my mom
to come see me.

What awful lies
we spread about children.

"Children are God'’s
blessing on us."

"Children are a delight."

It'’s all fucking lies.

Mothers know this.

And sometimes,
they'’ll own up to it.

You'’re not doing it
for real!

What am I not doing for real?

I am doing it for real.

You are not.

You'’re being bad.

Stop it.

I said to stop it.

Lexi!

- Keep saying it.
- I said to stop.

- I know, but you still...
- I know, I know, okay, okay.

Can you please not bang
on the piano?

And we'’ll play like funny play.

- Am I crabs with you?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I didn'’t mean to.

No, Homer.

Once we had
number two, that was it.

- No...
- She gave up playing.

Leave us alone.

Mama...

She wanted a new home,

she got a new home.

She had a--

a terrible power over me.

You don'’t believe that women
have that much power over us?

Well...go into any mall.

There are millions
of dollars worth

of stuff there.

You can never put a value
on the amount of labor

that'’s gone into producing it,
yet look.

In nine out of 10 stores,

is there even one fucking thing
a man would want to buy?

All life'’s luxury articles

are made to meet
the demands of women

and to be consumed
by them.

Has that been
going on all day?

- Yeah.
- Has it?

Okay, I'm coming
to get ya!

I'm coming to get ya!
I'm coming to get ya!

He doesn'’t want this.
Here, just take the boy.

Mommy...

I know, I know.

Can I cut that up?

He doesn'’t want it cut up.

Just--hold on, one second.

Hold on one second, okay?

Desi--Desi missed his nap.

Now he'’s gonna be up all day.

- Go away!
- It'’s okay, I'm not blaming you,

but can you please go
pick up the Porsche?

Yup.

It'’s on Santa Monica
and 12th, okay?

Here'’s the key.

Just use the checkbook
that I gave you, okay?

And call me from the road.

Okay, thanks.

Honey, let'’s go outside
and play in the sun.

Wow!

Oh, no!

She had grown as pretty
as the last ray of summer.

She was aware of it and started

to take an interest
in her appearance.

A kind of provocative beauty
radiated from her,

and people found it disturbing.

She was 35 years old

in the full flower
of her womanhood.

Yeah, well, and whenever
she walked past men,

she attracted their gaze.

Disgusting...

She was an impatient,

well-fed horse that has had

its bridle taken off.

I could sense this.

And it scared me.

I don'’t ever see my friends.

You don'’t like them anyway.

I don'’t do anything
that I love anymore.

And I feel so bad...

Because I feel like
I'm making you feel bad,

and I don'’t want
to make you feel bad...

'’cause I know you did
everything right.

I just--I don'’t understand
what you'’re saying.

I just...

Yeah?

I'm just so tired
of everything.

What is actually wrong?

Is it about this?

It'’s okay.
It'’s understandable.

I...

It'’s not like I'm trying
to create a problem.

I just want my life back, okay?

I know you didn'’t take it
from me on purpose.

I know that it wasn'’t some kind
of crazy thing in your mind.

It'’s just--I gave it up.

So it'’s my fault, okay?

And I just need to figure out

how I'm gonna make it...

I just want some independence
again; that'’s all I want.

I just want to do
my own thing again.

I want to go out to dinner
sometimes without you,

and I want to sometimes not
have to take care of the kids,

or I want to go away with you,
without the kids.

I don'’t want to just be here.

I don'’t want to be
in Beverly Hills.

I don'’t want to be
in this house 24 hours a day.

I don'’t want to be gardening
in the back.

I don'’t want to fucking run
with the dogs.

I don'’t want to do
any of this stuff.

I want my life back.
I want to travel.

I want to go to San Francisco
or New York or go to Europe

or something, or just be
the way that things were

- in the beginning between us.
- Okay.

I just--everything is such a--
it'’s so orderly--

If you have to go...

If you have to claim some sort

of life for yourself...

Then go.

I understand.

- Why are you being so...
- I completely understand.

Perfect?
Oh, no.

I wanted to have
a fight with you.

We can have a fight.

Can we have a...

Absolutely.

I was planning
on a good fight.

Well, we can have
a good fight.

You fucking ungrateful child.

You spoiled
Beverly Hills wife.

That is so true.

I was just thinking that
in my head.

That'’s better.

Hi.

Somebody woke up.

Somebody woke up.

Say good night
to daddy.

Come here, baby.

It'’s all right if I read
to you, hmm?

I couldn'’t go
back to sleep.

Could I have a cab, please?

I decided I couldn'’t stand
any more of this anxiety.

I would go to the airport

and try and catch
the last flight

back to L.A.

I remember
the strange feeling I had

as I looked at the nape
of his neck

and its white flesh
with the black hairs

as he moved away from us

with this peculiar bobbing,

almost bird-like gait.

I'm not exaggerating
when I tell you

this man'’s presence
drove me out of my mind.

- Hi.
- Edgar Hudson.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Hello.

- And Richard Kemp.
- Hi. Richard.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yup.

Hmm.
Thank you.

- And, um--and a CD, but...
- Yeah.

...I hope you'’ll play
for us live.

Yeah, okay.
Where should I set up?

Does it matter?
Should I...

- Right here?
- Uh, right...

- Wherever you'’re comfortable.
- Wherever--yes.

This will be the first
time violin has been played

in this office, I think,
so we don'’t really have a...

- But not the last.
- ...A violin place.

So I think he will be perfect
for the benefit.

This is why we keep her.

But Aiden
is multi-talented.

He and I met at the gym
in a capoeira class.

- Oh, really?
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

- He helped me with my ginga.
- I did.

Ginga?
What'’s ginga?

It means "swing".

You just swing a little bit.

- Swing?
- Yeah.

I'm not really a music guy,

but, uh, play something
to impress us.

Play something
to impress you.

I should have made
sure I never set eyes

on him again.

Um, and there are no boarding
passes here for me to pick up.

But that was like saying
I was afraid of him.

He didn'’t scare me.

I'm not that pathetic.

So I introduced him to my wife.

- Abby, this is Aiden.
- Hi.

Um, it was quite
a day, quite a week that week.

We had broken down a couple
of times in our Jeep,

and we were told that--
I was told that

I needed to name the school.

They were gifting me
with the school.

Wow.

And upon leaving the school,

I ran past, or we drove past,

a huge abandoned diamond mine,

and I don'’t know if you've
ever seen a diamond mine...

- No.
- ...Before.

It'’s a huge, gaping hole
with about 16 feet

of water, and it's stagnant,
still water,

um, you know, infested,

and in the middle of that,

there were five lily pads,

and in the
center of that there was

- a gorgeous lotus flower...
- Wow.

Fully bloomed in the middle.

And so, needless to say, um,
I thought of the adage,

"The muddier the water, the more
beautiful the lotus flower."

Oh, I love that.

- And I decided...
- Oh, so that'’s...

To name the school...

- Oh, okay.
- The Muddy Lotus.

- So...
- Whatever we do better be impressive.

So what piece of music do you
think would be appropriate

for such a wonderful charity?

Um, well, I--I think we have
a few options.

Uh, there'’s, uh, Barber,
Operus--Opus 14,

which I think would be
lovely to play.

Um, there'’s...

I hope
you'’re not looking at me.

- Yeah, well...
- Because...

Isn'’t that what it--
what it'’s supposed to be?
I thought it was--

What was the setup here?
I can'’t play...

That'’s what I was told,
was that...

I used to play.
I went to Juilliard.

and I--and I have to say, I
still play a little bit, but...

If you went to Juilliard, you
don'’t play just a little bit.

You should play
with somebody that you--

that'’s currently
working like you are.

Come on. Cynthia,
she said you'’re amazing.

- That's what you should do.
- We'll see how...

- That'’s true.
- She is. She'’s wonderful. Mm-hmm.

- So?
- Well, it'’s not like I can'’t step up to the challenge.

- All right,
- What other piece?

- It would be wonderful.
- What I want to play...

Uh, is the "Kreutzer Sonata".

Oh, I don'’t know it.

Well, that'’s obviously
a very strong

violin piece, so you can
play it by yourself,

because I don'’t think I could
ever really pull that off.

- No! No, no, no, no--
- It'’s--it's a lot of broken chords.

- There'’s a lot of arpeggio.
- Arpeggios?

What are arpeggios?

Well, it was supposed
to call the--

supposed to be called
the bridgetower.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- Very interesting.
- Why is that?

Bridgetower is this, uh,

west Indian violinist,
and, um, he'’s incredible.

He'’s got these
humongous hands,

and he could just, you know,
span the violin,

and he and Beethoven
form a friendship.

And they play the piece
which will ostensibly become

- the Kreutzer-- "Kreutzer Sonata".
- Oh.

But then Beethoven
and Bridgetower

get into a bit of a spat,
and they go out

to a bar, they'’re drinking,
there'’s too much talking,

and what it says in--
in, sort of, the history books

is that Bridgetower besmirched
some woman'’s honor.

Besmirched?
- Besmirched.

- Which is a lovely word.
- I love that word; it's a great word.

I don'’t think that happened.

What I think happened
was that Bridgetower slept

with one of Beethoven'’s exes.

Beethoven,
consumed with jealousy...

- Exactly.
- Couldn'’t keep his women, could he?

Exactly.

So he basically--
yeah, I think

that Bridgetower slept
with one of Beethoven'’s exes

and therefore
Beethoven kicked him

off the--the Kreutzer,

he takes the piece,
he sends it off,

um--he sends it
to Rodolphe Kreutzer,

who lives in Paris,

and basically,
Kreutzer takes a look

at this sonata,
and he declares it unplayable.

He says, "It'’s too hard.
I can'’t do it; forget about it."

- And now you'’ve come to me...
- Exactly.

A mother, to play piano?

Forget it.
It'’s not gonna happen.

He never ever played it?

- Not--not to my knowledge.
- Well, wonderful, great.

I don'’t think I could, darling.

Oh, come on. Please.

- No...
- Where?

Please, please.

Four, one.
Yeah, right there.

I had to be nice
to him or I'’d...

I'’d kill him on the spot.

So sustain that first note...

- But I was in hell.
- Enjoy the chord.

- Okay.
- Ready, set?

- Because I could tell...
- One...

- The beast inside them both...
- Three, next chord.

- That didn'’t give a fuck...
- Yes!

What was nice or proper or--
or what anyone thought...

Two, three, four...

...Had asked, "Can we?"

And replied,
"Oh, yes, certainly."

- That'’s why...
- Uh-oh, the hair'’s going back.

"The only problem is getting
your insufferable husband

- out of the way."
- Four...

You can play
with that one, okay?

Desi, you can play that one,
and I can play this one.

Quiet!
Quiet!

It was obvious that
the music was meant

to drown out their voices.

Maybe their kisses too.

My God.

Watch where you'’re going!

Stop!
Come back!

No!

Stop. Hey!

Both of you,
back in the kitchen.

Go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go!

Take the dogs.
Take the dogs.

Go, both of you, out.

Edgar, come back here
and take the dogs, please.

Lexi! Lexi!
Come back!

Lexi, come here.

Lexi!

Just like Juilliard...

Right, right,
right, right.

No, I don'’t think so.

It'’s not a "sem-eye"
but a "sem-ee."

I'm so sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

Ah, it is what it is.

It is what it is.
We got good work in.

In fact, we got
very good work in.

Mwah.
See you later.

- Thanks again.
- You're welcome.

Good-bye, fuzzy one.

- Good-bye.
- Kiss her boo-boo.

Where?
Oh...

Right now, just sit back,
relax, enjoy the flight.

What time are you
going out tonight?

Tonight, I'm going out
around 7:00.

- And what is his name?
- Stephen.

She has a very hot
date tonight.

I have a date.

- Do you?
- I have a date.

Do you want to tell us
a little bit about it?

Not yet, but I'm going out.

- Very late?
- You'’re on your own, yeah.

What are you doing today?

I am going to the office.

What are you doing?

- I'm rehearsing...
- Again?

At home today.

Didn'’t you rehearse
enough last night?

We couldn'’t get anything
done last night

because you couldn'’t
keep control over...

Come on, I was taking care...

Edgar, I'm just saying that

I couldn'’t get
anything done last night

because of the fact
that you were--

everything was mayhem here.

What are you talking about?

I was completely
helping you out.

Don'’t raise your voice, please.

You let them run into the room
and distract me,

and it'’s difficult,
so we'’re gonna just

do it during the day
when you'’re not here

and no one'’s here, okay?

Fine.
Good.

[Desi, crying] Mama...

Who'’s this?

Is this Thomas?

Oh, this is, uh, Edward.

Desi, it'’s okay, baby.

We'’re gonna go play
in the park.

It'’s okay, honey.

Park--it'’s your favorite thing.

Go, go, go!
Run, run, run!

Go play, go play, go play!

- Okay, I'’ll be back in an hour.
- Okay.

- Aiden.
- Oh, my God.

That little one is so adorable.

So, basically, these are the
children of the diamond miners.

They--their parents
make a dollar

and 33 cents a day
and a cup of rice.

Not only is that not enough
for them;

it'’s not enough for them to feed
or take care of their children.

And these are
the types of conditions

that breed war
and civil strife.

And now, each and every day

these children are being fed,
and before they were going

four and five days
without eating.

The things--
the things we take for granted.

Look, this is the salutation
that they do

every time we walk
into the classroom.

It'’s "good morning," and--
it'’s in their native language--

[speaks phrase]--
which means "we love you,

good morning,
and welcome to our class."

Now, these are some pictures
that we'’ve taken collectively.

And you'’re pretty good.

You guys are pretty
good photographers.

Well, it was
inspirational, I mean...

So great.
This is the village.

Those are parents.

Look at all the colors.

I mean, just incredible,

the smiles everywhere.

Never seen anything like it.

Sometimes amid

very terrible conditions,
but still.

Oh, yeah,
I just want to make sure
I go over everything with you.

- Okay, so yeah, we got the textbooks.
- Excellent.

We were able
to get the textbooks
from the Minister of Education.

They allotted us
with 400 textbooks for now,

but we'’re doing really good,
and we have...

I lost control
of my imagination.

It began to paint for me,

in the most lurid fashion,

a rapid sequence of pictures

showing what had gone on

when I wasn'’t around...

It's actually
kinda interesting...

When the kids
weren'’t around.

They were alone in the house,
in my...bed.

I was consumed with rage,

indignation, and a kind

of strange, drunken enjoyment

of my hurt pride
as I contemplated

these pictures, but I...

I couldn'’t tear myself
away from them.

The more I contemplated

these imaginary pictures,

the more I believed
they were real.

Hi.

The internet in the office
broke down,

so I decided to do
some work here.

Good.

See ya, Aiden.

Hi.

I'm gonna go to the store.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

What was really
so awful was that I felt

that I owned her body,

as if it were my own, but I had
no control over this body.

It didn'’t belong to me.

She could do with it

whatever the fuck she wanted.

I couldn'’t do a thing
to stop her or him.

Even if she hadn'’t cheated
on me,

I knew she wanted to,

and that made it worse.

It would have been better
if she'’d actually done it

in front of me so that I

would have known for sure,

but I wanted her
to stop wanting

what she couldn'’t help wanting.

It--it was complete

and utter madness.

I'm going to sleep.

What is your problem?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'm tired.

Okay.

I read somewhere that, uh...

playing the "Kreutzer Sonata"
is like a...

is like a--is like a dance,
like a...

almost like having sex
with somebody.

Is that true?

Have you heard that?

Have you heard that?

I don'’t have anything
to say about that.

No.

What are you getting at?
I don'’t understand.

I read that playing
the "Kreutzer Sonata"...

Oh, give me
a fucking break, Edgar.

You'’re asking me if I--
if I'’ve got

some kind of fascination
going on.

Just say it.
Why don'’t you just say it?

I saw what you did.

I don'’t appreciate
what you did, okay?

How do you know what I did?

Because I could see--

I could see that you went
through my bag.

I know where I left my phone.

I--I know that you go
through my things.

I'm aware of that.

I just came across
the phone tonight.

- No, that'’s not true.
- It is.

You'’ve gone through
my journals before.

That'’s why you can't
find them anywhere.

You know my password.

That'’s why you always kiss me

when I'm on my e-mail.

What do you think
I'’ve done, okay?

I don'’t want to have
sex with you right now, okay?

I'm not attracted to you.

What bothers you?

That I actually have--

that I'm having
an interesting relationship

where I'm speaking to somebody

that I have something
in common with?

I saw a fucking
ton of messages!

All between you and Aiden.

Tons!
One fucking after another!

Stop it.

What the fuck do
these messages mean?

Stop it.

Stop it!

What do they all mean?

What is the problem?

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?
What is the problem?

That I might actually just be

enjoying myself, okay?

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Whatever it is that you think

is going on is not going on.

That'’s part of your problem

is that you'’re
so fucking insecure.

What?

Just leave me alone.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

It'’s him.

- What?
- It'’s him.

No.
No.

It is him.

No, it'’s not.

It'’s you.

I can see it is him.

Edgar...

It'’s you.

You'’re insecure.

I can fucking see it.

Don'’t.

I can see it.

I can see it.

Stop it.

I'm sorry.
I didn'’t mean to do that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Funny piece of music.

I can'’t get--I can't get it
out of my head.

I'’ll stop.
I'’ll stop.

I don'’t have to do this,
I told you.

This was your idea.

- Yes.
- You brought this idea to me.

Yes.

And I wanted to do it,
but I don'’t have to do it.

- I want you to do it.
- No.

I don'’t have to do it.

It'’s not like I'm starting
a career again.

It'’s been fun.
I--I don'’t...

But why not?

It'’s making me go crazy.

Has the music--does--

has that ever happened to you?

As a musician,
I mean, as a musician,

has that ever happened
to you where it just...

Where it just, like, kills you?

It just, like, it just goes
into your head

just like a fucking drill.

Just like--just, like, consumes

who you are, your spirit.

No?
No?

- Mm-mm.
- No?

Can'’t you just stop
talking about it?

You know what?
I want it to be unobtrusive.

I don'’t want it to be, like,
front and center.

- With a bucket?
- Yeah, with a big bucket.

Okay, um, first of all,

I'’d like to thank all of you
for coming today.

Uh, I know that many of you have
traveled considerable distances

to be here,
some from as far afield

as other parts
of Beverly Hills.

And I'’d especially like to thank

Edgar Hudson and his foundation

for hosting this lunch here

in his tiny garden behind

his cramped and run-down home.

And for those of you
who don'’t know him well,

Edgar is wealthy and cultured.

He has a beautiful wife
and two unbelievably sweet kids.

I swear to God,
I just want you to know

how much we all hate you.

Money is energy,

and energetically all
of you are here

because you want to do
something to help

someone else in need.

I thanked him for
the pleasure he had given me

and said a final good-bye.

Everything was fine.

My wife and I were both

very pleased with the way
the evening had gone,

and we'’d never see him again.

All right. Wow.

Look, I don'’t want to be an
asshole and say I told you so...

Excuse me.
I'm so sorry.

I have Elinore on line one.

Um... Tell her I'’ll call her.

I know--I know she called.

I know she called several times.

- Tell her I'’ll call her back.
- Okay.

Don'’t worry about it.

Look, like I was saying,
I'm not trying to be an asshole

and say I told you so, but
there'’s only so much I can do.

I'm on your mandate.
I'm on Elinore'’s mandate.

I mean, you--you have
to go up there.

I can'’t do it.

What'’s--what's--
what'’s gonna happen

to the school
if there'’s a delay?

Well, we'’ll lose the
trust of the local government,

for one thing,
which was hard won.

- Right.
- I don'’t know--

I don'’t know
if they'’ll let us back in

- after, you know.
- Darling, hi.

Um, I'm not gonna be able
to make the symphony tonight.

Why don'’t you invite a friend?

Um, or, hey,
why don'’t you invite Aiden?

I, you know, he'’s--
he'’s, um, leaving tonight,

so I'm sure he'’s gonna
be going out

with his friends
and painting the town red.

All right, all right.
Well, see if you can

find a friend; otherwise,
cancel the tickets.

I'm gonna be back
in a couple of days.

I'’ve got to do some
damage control with sis.

All right? No, it'’s all--
everything'’s fine.

I'’ll call--I'll call you
on my travels.

All right, all right, bye.

After having said good-bye
to my wife

in the best and most
tranquil of moods,

I headed up north
to see my sister.

She was bent out of shape
about the school
in Sierra Leone,

and ultimately, she controlled
the family foundation,

but I was confident
I could placate her.

We are currently at homeland

security threat level orange.

He can call me, but I may
have my phone switched off,

in which case, he can leave a
message and I'’ll call him back.

All right. Okay.

I'’ll talk to you soon. Bye.

You can almost see
the bridge from here.

- Are you married?
- Yes, I am.

Please leave a message,
and I'’ll call you back. Thanks.

At the tone,
please record your message...

Are you?

Well, I was.

Hi, darling.
It'’s me.

I got your text.
I was just, um, interested

to see who the mystery date was.

Um, call me.
I'm--I'm on my phone.

Thanks, bye.

This text was a bit
of a surprise.

Its whole tone
seemed forced to me.

I could feel myself
starting to spiral again,

but I checked my emotions.

- I was being ridiculous.
- People change.

Nothing could be
more normal

than her taking a trip
to the theater.

What was your name again?

- Dave, Dave Sizemore.
- Dave Sizemore?

Sizemore Cars.

Oh, it'’s your own service?

- Yes.
- Well, congratulations.

Thank you.
What do you do?

Which explained why we
couldn'’t get on the bridge,

and they were on the other side,

the side which looks out
to the sea...

- Right. Right, right, right.
- But--

It'’s one of those
landmarks, you know?

You--you have to go to it
if you live...

It--is--don'’t you think
it'’s strange?

You live somewhere,

and normally
the tourist place in the area

is the place
that you never go to.

Yes.

I mean, you live
in Los Angeles, right?

- Yes.
- Have you ever been to Disneyland?

Far too many times.

That'’s not a good example.

That'’s a bad one.
The Robin Williams gag?

You know, how like there'’s a
voice on the side of the tunnel

saying, "No Black people
beyond this point"

because it'’s Marin--
so white.

Really, people here are just
much more pretentious,

'’cause it's actually quite
provincial around here.

Do you know what I mean?
Like, you--people--

you think that the women here

are--are going to be smarter,

but really, they'’re not.

They'’re even--you know,
they may be

wearing sensible shoes...

Edgar!

You'’re looking thin.

Lost some weight.

- I try to work out.
- Really?

The trail was smooth,
the light was bright,

and the air was clear and pure.

I really enjoyed the ride.

I forgot the terrible thing
that awaited me.

Or maybe I knew only too well
where I was headed

and was saying
a last good-bye

to the joys of life.

Did y'’all
have a good ride?

- Yeah, we did.
- Nice.

But this tranquility,

this ability to deny
the awful truth,

evaporated as soon
as the ride was over.

Feel your back?

A little wobbly
in the legs.

Well, if you only stayed
up here for a little while...

We could get you fit.

They got a workout,
didn'’t they?

Yeah, they did.

'’Cause this is
the first--hottest day ever.

Who'’s a good girl?

Here, Edgar.
I'’ll take that.

Thank you.

Fresh mint.

God, listen to those frogs.

- Yeah.
- Look.

You think they'’re fucking?

Yes.

So, Edgar, I'’ve been wanting
to talk to you.

Why are you sending funds
to Sierra Leone?

Seems like a worthy cause.

It'’s, uh, schools, books,

clothes, children.

Uh-huh.

We agreed that these investments

were going into medical--
medical investments,

not about saving
starving children.

And if you want to talk
about starving children,

I'’ll talk to you
about starving children.

There are starving children
all over Los Angeles,

all over California.

There'’s a lot of rural poverty
going on here.

Well, we can try
to take care of them too.

Plus which, you don'’t
seem to have a passion for it.

You don'’t seem to really have
a--an enthusiasm for it.

You seem...

quiet and withdrawn
and thin and kind of,

if you'’ll forgive me, dull.

I--I'm searching for you,
and I don'’t know who you are.

You don'’t feel like my brother.

You don'’t feel like the brother
that I had fun with.

I don'’t want to beat you up,

but it'’s like talking
to a fucking wall.

I love you, Edgar.

I'm worried about you.

You want to tell me
what'’s going on?

I really hate it when you
shut me out, you know that?

I had a friend, you know,
who was suicidal.

I asked her to come down
to the beach with me,

and she was very reluctant.

Didn'’t want to go to the beach.

She didn'’t want to go
to the beach

because it was
a bright summer'’s day,

and there were
about 30,000 people

on the beach, if not more.

Maybe 300,000.

I don'’t know what
30,000 looks like.

And we were walking along the
sand, and I was shouting at her,

"Look up!
Look up!"

And she was walking along the
sand, looking at her own feet.

That'’s what you're doing.

And there are 300--or 30,000
other people out there,

all of them, you know,
with their own problems

and they'’re all

putting on their sun block

and looking after their children

and making sand castles
and living lives,

and you'’re looking at your feet.

I just hope you'’re talking
to someone.

'’Cause from where I sit...

That looks like a lonely seat.

It all started up again.

"How often I'’ve tortured myself
like this," I said to myself.

Yet every time,
it was a false alarm.

Please leave a message,

and I'’ll call you back.
Thanks.

At the tone,
please record your message.

Hello, honey. Hi.

Hi, it'’s me.
Just wondering where you were.

Just trying to reach you.

Suppose you'’ve already gone
to the--to the theater.

All right.
Talk to you later.

Bye.

Where the hell is she?

Fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch, fucking bitch.

I hear you.

Believe me, I'’ve had more years

of my life ruined by women

who I thought were great...

than--than years
when I'’ve felt happy.

You just can'’t get happy.

There is no way you can
really please a woman.

As men, we try our hardest,

and in many ways, we think

that we'’re the ones in control,

but the truth is,
we'’re not in control at all!

We'’re in control of nothing!

Absolutely nothing!

It'’s women who are
in control of everything,

but it'’s an insidious way
of controlling.

It'’s kind of, you wake up
one morning,

and you suddenly realize
you have been totally

fucking pussy-whipped!

To be honest, I feel
like a dickhead

just talking about this.

It'’s all right.
You'’re probably--

You'’re probably right, Dave.

And you might as well
be dead!

And that'’s what
they want anyway.

Do you want me to pull over?

- No, I'm fine.
- Okay.

So, once you'’ve realized that,
you think to yourself,

"What am I doing?
What am I doing?

"I might as well just be going
out and getting a hooker."

The only thing is is
I'm married to a hooker,

and I'm not likely to get
syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS,

or, you know,
my cock won'’t drop off,

because I'm married to her.

Now you'’re laughing.

- See, that'’s what I wanted.
- Yeah.

I wanted to cheer you up,
and I'’ve cheered you up.

- You feel better?
- Thank you, David, thank you.

- Thank you.
- I feel better too.

I feel better
that you feel better.

I really feel so glad

and relieved
to see you laughing,

but I tell you what you do need
to do tonight,

and it was something
that somebody helped me with

when I was feeling down
in this town.

- Do you want to know?
- Sure.

There are some
really great pubs here.

It'’s really down to earth.

You pay a certain amount

of money for a lap dance.

It'’s like buying
a raffle ticket.

In Britain, they call them
raffle tickets, you know,

village fetes
and things like that?

Buy these little tickets,

and you buy, oh,
a ticket that'’s,

you know, for like 15 bucks,
you get a lap dance.

60 bucks, you get a blow job.

It'’s like 300 bucks,
you get the whole thing.

And it'’s so tasteful;
people from Japan use it.

Oh, really?

- Yeah, it'’s great.
- I don'’t think that's...

It may not be
to your taste, but...

- I don'’t think so.
- No?

We'’ve been told a lie,
all of us.

We'’ve been told sex is good,
sex is fun,

sex is all you need.

Is it?

Look into my soul...

And look at the devils
that are tearing it apart.

Now tell me it'’s all
so fucking wonderful.

Hi, Ginger.
It'’s Edgar.

- How are you?
- Very good, thank you.

- Good, good.
- Um, when did she leave?

Uh...around 6:30?

Who'’d she leave with?

Aiden, I think.

All right.

All right, Ginger. Thanks.

[Abby, on voicemail]
Sorry I missed your call.

Please leave a mess--

Hello?

Hi.
Is she back yet?

No, um, she called.

She'’ll be back around 11:15.

Oh.
All right.

I'’ll--I'll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks.

Sorry I missed your call.

Please leave a message,
and I'’ll call you back.

Sorry I missed your call.

I was cold.

My jaw started to shake.

My teeth rattled.

I shuffled
forward mechanically.

What were my thoughts?

What did I want?

I'’ve absolutely no idea.

All I knew was that some

terrible and very important

event was about to take place

in my life.

Oh, yeah.

I could hardly breathe.

So here it was, for real.

No imagination.

I had a strange feeling of joy

that my pain was about to end,

that I'’d be able to give
my hatred free rein.

And indeed, I did.

I became a wild beast,

a ferocious and cunning

wild beast.

It was almost...

an out-of-body experience.

I acted precisely, unhurriedly,

but without wasting a moment

and with only one outcome

in view.

...Lexi and Desi?

When people
tell you that

they don'’t remember
what they did

when they were
in a mad fit of rage...

don'’t believe a word of it.

It'’s--it's all lies, bullshit.

I remembered
everything afterwards,

and I'’ve never
stopped remembering it,

not for one millisecond.

The more steam my rage got up,
the more brilliantly

some kind of light
flared up inside me,

making me hyperconscious
of every detail.

Edgar.

Edgar.

No!

No.

No!

Ohh!

Looking at her battered face,

for the first time,
I forgot about myself,

my injured pride.

For the first time,
I saw her as a--

as a human being.

And so insignificant did all

that had hurt me
and made me jealous

now seem,
and so terrible what I'’d done,

and I realized
that I'’d never know

whether or not
she had been unfaithful,

and worse,

it didn'’t even matter anymore.

Is that blood?

Forgive me...

I have to tell you something...