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These photographs of me were
taken when I was 21 years old.

They were shot on plus x
with a 105-millimeter lens
on an Nikon f-2,

developed normal,
two stops overexposed.

I like this one a lot.

The f-2 was lost forever
to a pawn shop in Los Angeles
four years ago.

The photographer
lived in San Francisco
up until last week.

He was the worst man
I ever met.

Or maybe the best.
I'm still not sure.

If you're supposed to
learn from your mistakes,

then he was the best mistake
I ever made.

He was my most spectacular
and cherished fuck up.

And I was his Guinevere,

whatever that means.

* tell me

* why you keep foolin'
little coquette *

* makin' fun of the world

*
Harper, you look wonderful.

Isn't your sister
a beautiful bride?

She really is.

Now, did I hear correctly?
Harvard law in the fall?

That's right, yeah.

We have to talk.
I'm an alum, you know.

Harper, congrats.
I just heard about Harvard.

Our John's
in law school there.

Hey, weren't you engaged
to Jeremy?
* someday

* you'll fall in love
like I fell in love with you *

you were, weren't you?

* maybe someone you love

* will just be foolin'

* and when
you're all alone *

* with only regrets

* you'll find,
little coquette *

* I love you

*

Sorry.
That's all right.

You gonna stop
hiding in here
anytime soon?

I'm not hiding.

Your father and sister
have been upstairs
forever.

I cannot believe they'd pull
this oedipal crap today.

What do you want me to do?

We have 300
fucking guests here.

Just tell them to knock off
the Greek tragedy

and get their asses
down here.

And I can't find
the photographer.
Find them.

Could you knock?

I did.
Mom is freaking out
down there.

Is she crying?

No, she feels fat.

Sue,
you're not fat.

Oh.
What's so funny?

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

I told them no one
goes to Paris in August.
Everything's closed.

But they're young and dumb.
They don't care about
the musee Picasso anyway.

Excuse me.
Well?

Yeah.

Excuse me. Have you seen
the wedding photographer?

H-have you seen
the wedding photographer?
Sorry.

Canape?
Thank you.

Damn it.

Fuck you, fuck you.
It's my life.

Fuck you, fuck you.
I don't care.

I know that song.
Ever try singing it really loud?

No.

You should do it sometime.

Opens up all kinds
of possibilities.

Having trouble
with that?

My thumbs are too small.

Let me see.

Tiny.

There you go, Guinevere.

My name's Harper.

I'm Connie.

That's tricky
with champagne.

Maybe you'd, uh,
prefer a little of this?

I'm usually
not much of a drinker.

No, neither am I.

You're
the wedding photographer.

Today I'm
a wedding photographer.

It's a transformation
that only seems to occur
when the rent is due.

Suddenly I find myself
in a pacific heights mansion
wearing a secondhand tux,

surrounded by women
in chiffon.

Um...

Maybe... maybe
this sounds rude...

Would it be possible for you
not to take my picture?

Why?

I don't like
to be looked at.

It's a little late
for that.

Good. Mrs. Sloane,

could I ask you to move
in slightly, please?
Thank you.

Bride, turn your body
slightly in for me.

Mm-hmm. A little more.
That's great.

And can I ask the bridesmaid
to move to her right?

Mm-hmm.

A little more.

Another inch.

Perfect.
Looking this way.

Come on, smile.

One more.

Here we go.

Fine, I'll stop screaming.
Just say something!

I've been talking to you
for hours!

You're not talking.
That's the point! I don't
understand what you're saying.

I missed it.

Why do you always
fucking whisper?

Does make you
smarter or something?

No, it doesn't. It means
I'm holding back.

You're a bastard!
Please don't hurt
the photographs!

Oh, I'm so sorry
I fucked up the photographs!

What are you doing?
Please...

Damn you!

I hate you.
No, you don't.

What we need to do
is sit down and talk.

No. No!

Please.
Please.

Hi.

You're incredible.

Uh, I just came to
pick up the wedding...

Go in and wait.
I'll be right back.

Sorry about that.

We work together,
and she can be a bit
unstable at times.

It's just that when people
act irrational,

it always comes
as a bit of a shock.

Yeah, I know
exactly what you mean.

Do ya?

I really should come back
another time.

No.
I'm glad you're here.

Let's have a drink.
Hmm?

This is, uh...

This is beautiful.

Think
that's a good one?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm not...
I'm not an expert.

Which print is better?
You're asking me?

They look exactly the same.
I mean, I wouldn't know
how to tell.

Just go with your gut feeling.
Just like, boom... that one.

No, no, no,
I'm really not good at...

Take a beat, go away
for a second and look back.

That one.
That one?

You sure?
No.

Absolutely not.

Well, maybe you're right.

Spent the last
2 days printing these,

then I couldn't decide
which ones to hang at my show.

You've got a good eye.
Me? No.

My family, none of us
can do anything except
doodle on legal pads.

Oh, that's right.
You're going to law school.

You heard.

Have they cashed
your tuition check yet?
No.

I mean, I don't think so.
Why?

I don't think
you really wanna go.

What makes you say...
Oh, God!

Don't worry.
I've got another bottle.

I always
fuck everything up.

Do you really?

That's wonderful.

Jesus, I ruined
your pictures.

This'll wash off.
Don't worry about it.

Look... I think you've
actually improved this.
It's never looked better.

Look at that.
It's extraordinary!

I'm really sorry.

That's great.

Look at aunt Margaret.
What a cow.

I look incredible
there.

Hmm. That's odd.
Harper, you're...
you're not here.

In any of these.
Harper, you...

But you were there.
You were right there.

Wait a minute.

Check this out.

Oh, my.

Let me see.

Uh...

It's a nice picture.

But he didn't even
get your name right.
Look on the back.

What was
his place like?

Uh, it was just
a place.

Mmm.

He told everyone
he had the absolute right
to exclusively license...

The design
to their company.

Of course
he's clearly liable.
I disagree.

The statute explicitly
requires intent to mislead.

Exactly.
Which you could
easily prove.

Dad's right.

Really, Susan? You agree
with your father? I'm shocked.

We're talking
about the law.

I mean, there's
objective truth here.

It's not about
choosing sides.

Thank you.
I stand corrected.

Where do you stand,
Harper?

don't bother her.

Can't you see she's busy
digging a hole in her bread?

By the way, Harper,
you'll never fit in there.

Well?

I really don't know.

How does one get into Harvard
without having opinions?

That's what they will
teach her there, Alan.

She'll come home
with plenty of opinions.

I didn't.

I'm sorry,
darling?

I didn't get in.

I-I was wait-listed.
I thought I would
clear the list.

Wow.

They said the list
wasn't that long.
I thought that...

I-I thought that, um...

I was sure...

I told my parents I didn't
really get into Harvard.

But I did get in.

I just told them I didn't.
I don't want to go.

I think that picture
you took of me is just...

Shocking.

Ok.

Bye.

Would you
like to come in?

You can sleep here.

I usually print
at night.

Won't be using the bed
until morning.

If you want to shower
when you wake up,
it's down the hall.

Thank you very much.
You're really nice.

There's loads
of reading material here
if you can't sleep.

Do you know
who that is?

He changed art
in America.

That's
Georgia O’Keeffe.

When they met,
he was already
a famous photographer.

He was a revolutionary.

She was
about your age.

Knock on the darkroom door
if you need me.

So the whole time
you were sleeping in his bed
he stayed downstairs?

He stayed in the darkroom
all night.

Listen to you
say 'darkroom'!

Sorry.
And in the morning?

So then I came downstairs
and he made me eggs.

Scrambled?
I want details.

Ok, Patty. He went
to the fridge and
he got some eggs...

He made me an omelet.
Then he was telling me about
Ireland, which was amazing.

Ooh, Ireland.
Sexy.

Patty, do you even
know what's going
on over there?

Yes!
No, you don't.

Shut up.

It was amazing, the things
he was saying about it.

And then?

Then we talked
about art.

Art?

Oh, God, it was...
It was truly horrifying.

Oh, my God.

I was such an idiot.
I'm sure you were.

I'm sure you were
a total idiot.

What did you expect?
Of course I was totally
socially inept.

You know what a loser
I am.
Yes, you are.

This is it, the place
he said he'd be at
if I felt like coming by.

He meets with
his friends here to discuss
ethics or something.

You're kidding.

Look, that's him.
By the bar. By the bar.

He's old!
I told you!

But attractive,
in an ugly kind of way.

Jesus.
Oh, he wants
to fuck you for sure.

He's older than my dad.

That doesn't mean
anything.

What makes you such an expert
on this topic?

Uncle Greg.

Mmm.
I'm going in.

- Hang on to your panties.
- *

Call me.

Ok, so then, uh,
according to you, uh,

the photographer's
viewpoint here,

mark twain shouldn't
have included, uh, uh,

Jim in huckleberry Finn...

Because mark twain was
a white man from the south.

Zack, we're not just
talking about the content
of the story here.

We're talking
about the relationship
of the artist to the art.

When a white man
starts telling
a black's story...

A black woman's
story.

He's a capitalist
exploiting their product.

'Product.'
Do you hear this shit?

You didn't make it.
So if you take it,
all you can do is sell it.

Bullshit.

You don't see
Maya Angelou

sitting down to write
the chosen, do you?

Let her do it!
Let her do it!

You were right
about lesbians, Zack.
It's ok by me.

Can't speak for the chins,
but the Wongs are with you.

Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Harper.

What do you think?

He's right.

You're right.

Of course he's right.

The Zack and Connie show.
Always very entertaining.

I'm Billie, by the way.

Hi, I'm... I'm Harper.

Can I get you a drink?
No, I'm ok. Thanks.

So, how long have you
and Connie been together?

Together?

Aren't you...
No, no.

Oh, you guys
aren't...
no. No.

He's way too old.
I mean, not that that
should matter or anything.

No, we're not together.
Mm-hmm.

He built that loft himself.

Did you know that?

- Really.
- Billie.

* Billie

um, look, um...

Here's my number
if you ever need
to talk or...

Need to talk about what?

Whatever.

Bye, everyone.

Good-bye.
Bye.

You never ordered a one-egg
breakfast in your life.

You never ordered
a one-egg breakfast.

Nobody ever orders
a one-egg...

You didn't tell me
you have a book.

Oh.

Do you want to stay here,
Harper?

Tonight?

Tonight, and after.

For as long as you like.

Unless you have
other plans.

I should point out
there'd be conditions.

Like?

You'd have to work.

You mean,
pay half the rent?
No.

I didn't say you'd have
to get a job.

I said
you'd have to work.

Learn, commit yourself
to study,

read, create something.

'Create something'?

Photograph,
paint, write, dance.
It doesn't matter.

Photograph, paint,
write or dance.

That's what I would
have to do to stay here?

That's all.

Couldn't I do something
a little more menial,

like, uh,
laundry, maybe?

I don't think so,
comrade.

What would be
the point?

But I've got no talent
for anything.

I mean, I... I...
I can't draw or dance.

I'm terrified
of cameras.

I'd help.

You're mistaking me
for someone with potential.

I don't make mistakes.

Where would I stay?

Were you comfortable
last night?

Do you always stay
in your darkroom at night?

Not always.

I get it.

I don't, uh...

I don't have
a boyfriend.

Just thought I would,
you know, volunteer
that information.

I, uh, really like
this table.

I really like
this table.

I-I-i don't know what to do.

Look at this,
Harper.

Look how delicate
that line is.

Thanks, I really worked at it.

Go sit
over on the couch.

Why?

Why?

I want to look at your form.

Wow.

I'm sorry.
It's ok.

Why don't you
go over there?

I'll stay here.

Thanks.

I'm embarrassed.

Why?

You're just sitting there.

Don't think about me.
Think about something else.

Like what?

Divide 2,809 by 12.

I'm not drunk enough
for this.

Try it.

This is absurd.

Concentrate.

I'd like to see that,
you concentrating.
I bet that's really nice.

Ok.

All right.
Ok, so, 12, 2...

12 goes into 28 twice,
so that's 24.

36, so, uh...
41 is 36 is 4,

bringing down the 9.

12 goes into 49...
12... 2...

It's 234,
with a remainder of 1.

Right.

You want me
to do another one?

More than anything
in the world.

Ok.

Ok, um...

Uh, 8,922 times...

18.

Ok.

All right, uh,
8 times 2 is 16,

so, uh,

carry the 1...

Ok, 8 times 2 is 16,
plus 1 is 17,

so 7, carry the 1.

Um, 8 times 9 is 72,

so that's 2...

Carry the 7.
8 times 8.

Carry the 1, so, um...

Ok, so 18...

8 times 7...

No, 8 times 9 is 72,

plus...

Wait, 64.

Um, ok, so 8,
carry the 7,

is, um,

seventy...

64 plus 7, uh...

I get to change my mind
at any point?

Of course.

You know, I'll be 21 in a
few months, but people still
treat me like I'm 12.

Why am I like this?

So many embarrassing things
have happened to me.

Sometimes I lie awake
at night...

And feel pinned to the bed
with shame.

I feel like
I've failed publicly
so many times.

And I know it's
gonna happen again.

I just don't know when.

I live in suspense
of the next time
I humiliate myself.

Those are precisely
the conditions required
for becoming an artist.

You're gonna do
great things, Harper.

How can you say that?

Based on what?

I know about these things.

I'll clear out
the back corner
of the loft...

To make you
a work space.

You'll start
tomorrow.

*

Do you think you could
move that lamp for me?

Throw a little shadow
on his face.

You're really good at that.

Really?

don't worry.
For a few seconds there
it was perfect.

Patty.

You really have room for her
with all those roommates
at your place?

Actually,
one of my roommates
just moved out, so...

It's really unbelievably
convenient, um, the way
it all worked out.

- Bye. Bye, dad.
- A-all right.

So, um, Harper's really
doing us all a big favor.

See you later,
Mrs. Sloane.

Bye, mom.

* tristeza

* the big sadness
the heart feels *

* let it leave mine forever

* let my lips sing again

* from this day on
my days are days
of sun and roses *

* my life's
a carnival of song *

much more detail
than there.

It's finely more useful.

But you gotta read them
both.

If you're gonna
really explore jazz,

you'll need
some history of it.

*

* from this day on
my days are days
of sun and roses *

* my life's
a carnival of song *

* from this day on, my dear,
the door to sorrow closes *

* this day
when you came along *

*

Hello?

Where are you?

Where?

They're in here.

Hey, Zack,
say hi
to Harper.

Maybe later.

God,
what's he on?

Nothing.
That's alcohol detox.

That's what happens
when he doesn’t have a drink.

How long is he
gonna be like this?

Another day or 2.

Got any mercy
in here?

I'll go ask the doctor
about an alcohol drip.

You know, pal,
this is why you should
never stop drinking.

Take it easy, buddy.
You're doing great.

I'm going for a smoke.

Here's your camera.
You keep it.

Document it for him.

What?
Take some pictures.

When he wakes up, show him
what he suffered through.
He loves that.

Y-you must be joking.

I'll be outside
in the car.

Dr. Morris to recovery.
Dr. Morris to recovery.

Ohh!

How'd you do?

Not even one?

Why did you do that to me?

I told you you were
gonna have to work.

He pissed
all over me, ok?

How am I supposed
to take a photograph when
he's pissing all over me?

How am I gonna know
when that looks right?

You don't take a picture
when it looks right.

You take a picture
when it hurts so bad
you can't stand it anymore.

It's gotta hurt.
Well, I can't do it.

It's work, Harper.
It's work.

It's not
the fucking flower show
at the junior league.

You're so mad.

Can't I do something else?

Something I'm good at?

Like what?

Come on, baby.

I'll take you home,
put you in a nice,
hot shower,

make you a bowl of soup,
hmm? Come on.

You've got Zack's piss
in your hair.

Good!

Please, Guinevere.
Don't make me carry you.

Don't!

Come on.
Stop it.
Put me down.

don't photograph me.
I'm not. I'm shooting
the back of the chair.

Why would you do that?

'Cause you're in it.

I said
don't photograph me.

How about just
a part of you?

An ear?
An elbow?

Finger?

Oh, Guinevere. You know,
I would gladly crawl
on my hands and knees

over a desert
of broken glass

before I'd do anything
to make you feel bad again.

You know that,
don't you?

Harper, you slut.

When this gets out,

your status
is gonna be huge.

How does it work
when he takes them?

Does he make you drink wine
and listen to bad disco?

No.

Is that erotic?
No.

This is standard photographic
subject matter to some.
Mm-hmm.

Well, you know, Patty,

I stepped in front
of that background
and I took off my shirt...

And he whipped out his camera
and took eight rolls of film
of my tits!

Get down!

You know what?

No, they're nice.

Really?

Yeah, they're
sort of beautiful.

Are they all like this?

Did you put little hats on
or anything?

Ooh, shoot. Sorry.

It's not in here.
Oh, God, breast fest.

Um, Harper.

Those aren't mine.
Wait a minute.

Maybe they are.

No, no, they're not.

Are these yours?

No, I believe those
are Jessica's.

I keep mine in a box
in the studio.

I want to see
your form, baby.

Oh, God. No.
That's not funny.

I'm sorry.
You're right.
It's not funny.

It's a fucking tragedy, baby.

Oh, my God.

How old are you,
anyway?

I'll be 21
in a couple of weeks.

21.

He's shameless.

So, uh, what, may I ask,
are you studying?

I'm not.
I just got my B.A.

No, I mean at
the Cornelius Fitzpatrick
school for young ladies.

What?
Painting, sculpture,
photography, what?

Photography.
Really?

That's what I started with.
Then I moved into painting
in my second year.

How long ago did you...

What, graduate?
Oh, about seven years ago.

Aw, come on,
Harper.

Only the most promising
are chosen.

Or the most
pathetically fucked up.

I can't really
decide which one.

Yeah, no,
it's definitely the latter.

The reading
can be overwhelming,

and the lectures
are definitely long,
but you have to admit,

it's pretty intoxicating
being the center
of all that attention.

Is he taking money
from you yet?

No.

No episodes
in which you're
the ruling class enemy?

No.

Well, then, you're fine.

What are you talking about?
What are you saying?

You know,
I really should shut up.
He's gonna be so mad at me.

Ok, you know... sorry.

I actually have
to get somewhere
where I can throw up.

Hey, Harper, I understand
why you're with him.

That's a relief.

Hey, Guinevere.

He's gonna try to get
a 5-year commitment
out of you.

I never met anyone
who made it more than 3.

I don't think you should go.

Hey. Hey!

What?

I don't think you should go.

Why not?

You're not ready yet.

Yeah, I feel ready.

You know what else I feel?

Stupid. I feel
really, really stupid!

Harper, listen to me,
would you?

Harper, please listen.

Billie wanted to be an artist.
I tried to help her for a while,

but it turned out
she wasn't serious
about her painting.

She was distracted
by commerce.

You saw her stuff.

How many of us
have there been,
just out of interest?

Don't tell me
you believe
what she said.

How many of us Guineveres
have there been?

I don't understand
why you're so upset.

Maybe I called
her Guinevere.
I don't even remember.

People call each other
'sweetie pie, ' and it's not
considered private property.

You'll never
call me that again.

Ok. Ok.

The word will never
cross my lips again.

Don't. I'm going!
You understand that?

Harper, come on.

Why do you really think
Billie said all those things?

She was warning me.

No, she feels threatened by you.
She's being competitive.

She's competitive
with me... I believe that.

What's not to believe?
That she never had
10% of your talent?

That I never loved her?

That I want to marry you?

What did you say?

Don't worry.
I'm not asking you.
I know what you'd say.

Harper, I'm not a fool.
I look down the road, and I
see you with somebody else.

But I also see you
as an artist,

and it would be
such a fucking tragedy...

If you let something like this
take you off your path.

Don't walk away
from yourself, Harper.

You've got talent.

How can you say that?

I haven't taken
a single photograph.

But you will.
Maybe I never will.

Give yourself a chance.
Give yourself some time.

With you.

I'm not asking you
to stay forever.

I'm not asking for
the rest of your life.

How long
are you asking for?

5 years.

It's not time
for you to go, Harper.

When it's time,
you'll know.

We both will.

I can't.

Come on. Get out.
Go on. Get out.
Go home.

Go on back to your big house
with your servants

and your mother's
social club.

Take your ass
and get out of here!

So I argued
that it has limited
protectability

as an intellectual
property.

Good argument.
What did they say?

That the international
copyright hasn't expired yet.

But I'm going
to blow them away.

There's no birthday cake.

I asked your father
to pick it up
on the way home,

but by the time
he got to the bakery,
it was closed.

It's ok. I'm stuffed.

I asked the restaurant
to send one over,

but what are you gonna do?
They're Chinese.

They're too busy blowing up
ducks to bake anything.

So it's fortune cookies
for everybody.

Come on, everybody.

Take a cookie.

Last week at the firm,
a couple of women did this.

After you read your fortune
out loud, add the words
'in bed' to the end of it.

You'll see.
It's funny.

Gary.
You're a daredevil.

Come on.
Read yours out loud.

And, uh, add the words
'in bed' at the end of it.

Go on. Go on.

Um, 'you will
soon experience...'

Changes for the better'...
In bed.

See, that's funny.

Susan,
I'm sure you're glad
to hear that one.

All right.
I'm gonna read mine.

Everybody listening?

'A friendly conversation
removes seeming hindrances'...

In bed.

Darling,
now there's something
we haven't tried yet.

A friendly conversation.

Go on, Alan.
Read yours.

'Good character guards
against temptation' in bed.

So that's been your problem,
darling.

Your Sterling character.

This is childish
and ridiculous.

We're just having
a little fun.

No. You are totally
out of control, as usual.

You gonna let her talk
to me that way?

Don't drag
him into this.

- Listen to defendant.
- All right, enough.

It has nothing to do
with him. It's you.

Oh, I see.
How about you, Alan?
Deborah!

'You will soon take
a giant 12-inch cock

up your ass.'

In bed.

I don't know. Somehow...

Didn't make mine any funnier.

Hmm?

Fuck this family.

Happy birthday, baby.
I couldn't stay away.

I missed you so much.

Come on, baby.
I have a surprise for you.

*

Hold it. One more person
goes up there and we're
shutting it down.

I live here.

Let's see some proof.

Officer, I don't carry I.D.
With me.

What is this,
a fascist police state?

What? Now you're gonna
mace us, you pigs?

Thanks very much,
we're going.

Come on!

What's going on up there?

Your surprise party.

It's Patty.
Patty! Patty!

Patty!

What are you guys
doing down there?

Send down the fire escape.

*

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm totally wasted.
I don't know anybody.

Harper, happy birthday!

Connie, there's some irate
Maoists waiting in the bathroom

ready to throw away they're
little red books if they don't
give a piss soon.

Patty, look at me.

Oh, off.

No! Oh... ow!

Patty!
Oh!

Oh, no. See,
you don't even understand
this shit, man.

This is gonna
change the future.

Not everybody's future.
This is a rich man's
technology.

You're a technophobe.
You're also stubborn.

I'm not stubborn,
I'm right.

Harper, am I stubborn,
or am I right?

You're right.

Oh, great.
Yeah, that's great.

*

* happy birthday, Harper

* we all came
to celebrate *

* with you-ou-ou

*

*

* happy birthday

* Harper

go, girl!
Happy birthday.

Holy fucking shit.

Did you have
a good time?

It was the best party
of my life.

Come over here.

I told you
it wasn't time.

Thank God you're back.

Thank God.

My good girl.

Your what?

Who's my good girl,
hmm?

Me.

Do me a favor.
Don't mess with the focus.

What are you doing?
Just this.

You're good at that.

Careful.

Here we go.
I'm making you dinner.

Forget the dinner.
I'm not hungry.

No, no, no, no!
Wait a minute.
No, no, don't look.

You can't look yet.

I didn't know we
could go up here.

You can go anywhere.
You know that.

Remember that.
It's important.

Ok.
I'm ready to look now.

No, no.
Wait, wait. Wait.

Ok, ready?
I'm ready.

Ta-da!

You like it?

I wanted to give you
a welcome home present.

This is it.

There's a chair up there
where you can sit
and read,

or study, or write
in your journal,
or just sit and think.

You're insane.

And there's a lamp there,
in case you need more light.

More light?

And there's
an all-weather umbrella,

only don't put it up
when it's windy.

That's the only caveat
I have. Do you like it?

You're crazy.
Yeah, but do you like it?

I love it.
It's brilliant!

I don't know why I didn't
think of it before!

We could take over
the whole roof.

Won't the landlords
be mad?

The who?

The landlords.
Nah!

Over there could
be the dance floor.

Here the stage.

1,000 people can listen

to jazz under the stars.

I claim this roof for...

Queen Guinevere!

You're crazy!

Yeah, but it works.

Harper?

Yeah?

Your mom's here.

Sh...

She's getting dressed.

Oh, good.

Can I take your coat?

No, I don't think so.

Now that I
look at you, I really don't
know how you pull it off.

But then
I'm more superficial
than Harper.

Looks have always
been important to me.

You don't like me
very much, do you?

You're older than I am,
and you're fucking
my daughter.

What's to like? May I?

Sure. Help yourself.

Mom, hi. You ok?
Is everything...
everything's ok?

Yeah.

I dropped by Patty's place
and caught her without
a lie ready

about why none
of your things were there.

Don't be angry at Patty.
I dragged it out of her.

So...

This is how you've been
living these last months.

This is so, uh...
Interesting.

Why don't we go somewhere
and, uh, talk about this
in a friendly way?

Th-there's this place
that we really like.
We could take you there.

No. No. No,
this isn't going to be

one of those
feel-good situations.
I've seen enough.

I'm gonna go home and break
the news to your father.

I mean, who knows?
Perhaps he won't even mind.

It's our other daughter
he's obsessed with.

Oh, before I go,
I would really like
to ask you a question.

I can't tell you how valuable
an honest response
would be to me.

She's starting.

I have my own theories
about this, but I really
would love to hear it from you.

Ask away.

What do you have against
women your own age?

Mom, please don't.
Shut up, Harper.

Look, I'm smiling. I promise
your answer won't hurt
my feelings.

I don't have anything
against women my age.

Sure you do.

I tell you what.
I'll tell you my theory

and you just jump in any time.
All right?

Oh, you can sit.

For starters,
I don't really think

that your
young girl predilection
has much to do

with their firm,
young flesh.

I mean, when someone
like you is out with
someone like Harper,

you must invite all kinds

of comparison and ridicule,

which can't be much fun...

For either of you.

Right, honey?

So then, what is...

A man of, uh, your age...

Doing with
my 21-year-old daughter?

It'd be easy enough to say
you're afraid of mature women,

but that's so glib.

Afraid of what,
exactly?

So I kept thinking.

And then it hit me.

I know exactly what she has
that I haven't got.

Awe.

That's it, isn't it?

I mean, no real woman...

No woman of experience
would ever stand
in front of you

with awe in her eyes...

And say, 'wow,
look at that man.'

'Look at that bohemian
wedding photographer

'with holes in his jeans.

Gosh, isn't he something?'

No.

I mean, it takes
a naive girl for that.

It takes Harper for that.

So what do you think?

Am I right?

You're some woman,
Deborah.

Mrs. Sloane.

I'm Mrs. Sloane.

I know what
you're doing,

and it makes me sick.

Well...

That was fun.

Actually, I really didn't
enjoy myself all that much.

But I think you did,
didn't you?

What?

The shocked way you acted
about your mom being here.

It was very convincing.

You really had me
going there.

It took me a few minutes
before I realized

that you'd put your mother
up to the whole thing.

You know, it's amazing,
but...

When you're in love,
even someone like me...

Can forget
the most basic truths.

Everybody's just a product
of their environment.

How could you be
any different

from the ruling class
you come from?

Of course,
you're a disingenuous,
deceitful,

untrustworthy, two-faced
piece of bourgeois trash.

It's not your fault.
I don't blame you.

But I never want
to see you again, ok?

When I get back,
I don't want you here.

Connie.

Couldn't you find
your suitcase?

I didn't look
very hard.

I'm so happy to see
that 4 years
of reading Chaucer

has prepared you
for this glorious career
in food service.

Do not be a snob.
There's nothing wrong
with honest work, Patty.

You hate it.

We've got back rent
to pay, all right?

So?

So I'm doing this.

While he's doing what?

Please don't
join the ranks
of the disapproving.

Well, I'm sorry.
I think it's weird.

A 21-year-old woman
supporting a 90-year-old man.

Ok, 'a, ' he's not 90,
and 'B, ' look, I'm not
supporting him.

I'm temporarily
carrying the burden.
You know what?

It's sexist of you,
and ageist,

to expect he should be
doing everything

just because
he's a man and old.

Why doesn't he photograph
weddings anymore?

There's nothing wrong
with honest work.
Blah blah blah.

I just want you
to be happy, Harper.

I am happy, Patty.
He's really helping me.

If you say so.
Just stay open to it
if some cute guy shows up

and wants
to lick you all over.

There you go. Enjoy.

Thanks.

Yeah,
I noticed them too.

They haven't
stopped watching us
since we sat down.

Sweet suffering Jesus.

Ok, that's horrifying.

Nice you can laugh
about it.

Why?

'Cause it bothers you.
I know it does.

I know it's not easy
being with me

people thinking whatever
they think about us.
They don't understand.

What's not to understand?
You're rich and powerful.

And if I suck your dick,
you'll put me in
your movie, right?

Harper, I know what I am.

I know I'm not
the youngest man
in the world

or the wealthiest.

I know I'm not
the most rational man.

And believe it or not,
I know I'm not
particularly gorgeous.

But I have to believe
I'm giving you something,
this is good for you.

'Cause if it wasn't,
I couldn't stand it.

You're the first person
who's ever believed in me
even a little bit.

Look at everything
I'm learning.

You're doing
what you wanna do.

Of course.

You're here
of your own free will.

You could leave
any time you wanted.

Jesus.

What's gotten into you?

Just put me in your movie
and shut up.

Thanks.

And you are
particularly gorgeous.

Thank you.

And... and I know
I can leave any time.

Right.

Like I was thinking...

That maybe it would be good
if I started looking...

For a place of my own
in a few months.

Uh-huh.

I mean,
just something small,
close to your place.

No big deal.

Are you upset?
No.

Just the first I've heard
of it, that's all.

I mean, it's not
like we're breaking up
or anything, right?

It's just a place
I can put all my stuff.

You haven't got any stuff.

I have stuff.

Yeah.

Of course.
Wh-whatever you say.

I just...

I thought maybe we could
look together. We can find
some place we both like.

Sure, sure.

Look, I have
some things to do.
I'll see you back at home.

I thought we were
going to Zack's place,
to the book party thing.

We're not going?

You go.

Connie, when I said
a few months,

I didn't
necessarily mean that.

It might be a year,
or I don't know.

Fine.

Uh, what you say is fine.

There's a review in here
of the Jackson pollack
at the Whitney.

I'll see you at home
later on.

Connie?

This is why you should stop
drinking, pal.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks, Zack.

Bye.

You know,

I've been thinkin',
Harper.

You've been unconscious.

Yeah, I know, but...

I was thinkin',
what we really need...

Is to have some fun.

You know,
like a lot of fun.

This is fun.

I have this collector
in Los Angeles...

Who wants to buy
some photographs.

Let's get out of here.

Let's pack up
and head off to L.A...

For a few days.

Ok?

*

Man singing in Spanish ]

*

* ay, ay, ay, ay

* Como me gusta

* Mira, mi amor

Yeah, I made a lot of money
in L.A. over the years.

In the early '70s,
this gallery on la cienega
that repped me',

they couldn't keep my stuff
on the walls.

L.A. was good to me.
I'm glad we're going there.

Me too.

Walter, he's been trying
to get me back down there
for years.

He'll probably ask us
to stay with him.

Do you think he's going
to buy a lot of pictures?

Oh, sure. He's a big
collector, Walter.

Well, that's great.

So, you know,
we're going to be rich.

Champagne and caviar
for everyone!

That's so like you,
queen Guinevere,

sharing the wealth.

Well, I have
a royal proclamation.

Proceed, your royal highness.
Your loyal subject is all ears.

Good, because
when we get to L.A.,

uh-huh.
I, queen Guinevere...

Mm-hmm.
Am going to
stun the world...

Mm-hmm.

And take a photograph.

Jesus Christ.

Bravo.
Congratulations.

I thank you.

And, uh, what are you going
to take a photograph of,
your highness?

You...

In a bathing suit,
with a surfboard going,
'surf's up, dude.'

You'll do that
for me, right?

What, you don't approve
of my subject matter?

What is it?

Um...

Are you ok?

Connie?

Connie, what?

Are you sick?

Connie. Connie,
what is it?

Will you talk
to me, please?

What is it?

Oh.

Jesus.
don't worry.
It's ok.

It's ok.

No, please. Please don't.
Don't feel bad, ok?

We'll fix it, all right?
We'll go to a dentist.

I'm gonna go look
in the phone book now.

No money.
I haven't got any money.

We 'll go to Walter's first
and sell photographs,

then we'll go
to the dentist.

Can't go to Walter's
like this.

don't, Connie.

Don't, please?

We'll fix it right here,
all right?

I'll go get some money
right now.

Ok?
Just don't be upset.

Just... you have to...

Give me the camera.
Oh, God.

Just the telephoto.

That should be enough.

How are you,
Walter?

Connie?
I can't believe this.

Oh, boy.

My God,
I haven't seen you
in 10 years.

Looking the worse
for wear.

Hello. I'm Harper.

Hello.

Well, what a great surprise.
Come on in.

Come on.

You were in the neighborhood,
huh? Rebecca's at the store.

She'll be sorry she missed
you. You should have called
first.

You know me,
never know where
I'm gonna show up.

Can I get you 2
something to drink?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Sure.
What do you got?

Uh... Come on
in the kitchen.

She's gorgeous!

How the hell
do you do it,
you lucky shit?

Shh, shh.

How's life?
What brings you down
here to lotus land?

Actually,
I came down here
to hang a show.

No kidding?
Mm-hmm.

Bourbon with that?

Yeah, just a splash.

Mmm, yeah, I got an opening
next week...

A-at a gallery
on la cienega.

Good for you.
Mm-hmm.

All new stuff, or...

Actually, I got
the prints with me.

Do you want
to take a look?
Sure.

Let's wait for Rebecca.
She'll be dying to see them.

I raised
my prices recently,
except for old friends.

Oh.

I have a book
coming out next year.

After that, they're
gonna be worth 3...

5 times what I'm
asking for them now.

You know, Connie,

Rebecca and me,
we're retired now.

We're not much into
the art-buying business
anymore.

Oh, I mean,
your stuff is great,
but, uh,

we've already got
3 of yours.

Walter, uh,

I hate to ask
you this, you know.
It's not easy for me.

Connie, uh, we haven't
seen each other
for 10 years.

Mm-hmm.
Long time, long time.

It's just that my cameras
are in the shop

and I can't make
any money until
I get them out,

and I can't get them out
until I make some money.

I'm surprised.
I don't know what to say.

It's an unusual situation
for me.

So you couldn't make it
to the bank.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, maybe I can help you
out with a little something.

How much
did he give us?

40 bucks?

Not enough to get home.

I guess we will have to
pawn the fucking camera.

I never took a picture.

You're pawning the camera,
and I never took a single
picture, not one.

Well... Now's my chance,
right?

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it, Harper!

Stop it.
Harper, stop it.

Oh, come on, Connie.

Just one finger,
just one toe!
Stop it, stop it!

Connie?

Yes, baby?

I love you so much.

I know.

I know.

I love you, too.

I love you so much,
I don't know what I'll do.

I could use a drink.

Me, too.

There's a liquor store.
Did you see it?

Across the parking lot?
Uh-huh.

Could you run across there
and get us a bottle?

Yeah.

You want
anything else?

No.

Here.

Take your bag.

They might want I.D.

You know,
you look like a kid.

And your jacket.

It's cold out there.

It's not cold.

Go.

Come with me.

I'll watch.

You'll watch me
cross the parking lot?

Who wouldn't?

No. No.

Go on now, Guinevere.

Go on.

I'm coming right back.

I'm gonna go
to the liquor store,

then I'm coming
right back.

Ok.

I'll be right here.

Connie.

Hi.

April?

Hi, Harper.

Come in. The others
are, uh, already here.

He's resting.

Harper.
Billie.

Hey. How you doin'?

I heard about
your photography.

You did?
My dealer knows your dealer,

and he says you're doing
a show at Cole-swensky.

That's so great.
Thank you.

Do you know Cindy?

We've actually
met before.

Hi.
I'm over it.

Linda, this is Harper.
Class of '81.'

It's good to meet you.

So are we all here?
Is this everybody?

Mm-mmm.
We're missing Jessica.

Pre-Billie, post-me.

She's stuck in a shoot
in Alaska, right?

She sent a fish.

Oh, that was good of her.

*

I found a bottle,
and there's still
somethin' in it.

Quick, before
he crawls out of bed
and grabs it from you.

You 2 are so unkind.
Give me some.

I could only get him
to swallow one spoonful
of soup.

I think on top
of everything,

he's a little uneasy
about all of us
being here at once.

It's not like
we're gonna talk about
the size of his dick

while he's dying
in the next room.

Well, actually,
as I recall...

What? I was gonna
say something nice.

Cheers.

He wanted you
all here.

He asked me to call you.

Last week, when I came by
to get the rest of my stuff,

I found him
on the floor over there.

He looked like he was
there for a while,

and he wasn't
even conscious.

So I, uh, took him
to the hospital,

and they checked him over,
and they told me

it was too late
to do anything.

Just let him die at home.

What does that mean?

Die how?

I mean,
what's gonna happen?

What about after?

I don't know how
to take care of him.

I have finals next week.

He was helping me
with my paintings.

He was helping me
with a lot of things,

and I really needed that,
you know.

Oh, God.

I shouldn't
have left him.

It was hard,
but I could have stayed.

He only wanted 5 years.

don't worry, April.

He got a lot more
than that.

I wonder who
was his favorite.

I think it was April.

Definitely April.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

We know, sweetie.
We know.

Poor baby.

Are you sure
you wanna stay?

Yeah.

Well... We said
our good-byes.

I gave him
a blow job.

I'm just kidding.

I have to
get back to ed.

Ok. Sleep well,
all right?

Yeah.
Call me if anything
happens, ok?

Yeah, I will.

Thanks.
Ok. Take care.

Ok. You, too.

Hello, Guinevere.

I have something for you.

What is it?

It's your life's work.

Don't have a
heart attack,

but we thought we'd
give you one last look.

It's from all
the Guineveres.

Thank you.

I wanted to talk to you
about April.

I wanted to ask you
if you could keep her
on the right track,

make sure she doesn't
start painting fruit bowls.

I'll look after her.

And get her to read...

The fundamental works.

She doesn't like
to read.

Is there anything else?

Um, my negatives.

There's a few thousand
of them.

Are there any instructions
on how you want them printed?

Instructions?

For you?

You don't need
instructions.

I've been finding
that dying is a hell
of a time

not to believe in God.

You can laugh
if you want.

I've, uh... I've been
trying to picture

what it's going
to be like
at the end.

I was wondering
if you could give me
some kind of an image.

You've always
been good at that.

I mean, wh...
Like what? Um...

Are there going to
be dancing girls singing
'the international'?

Whatever you like.

Connie, this, uh...

This isn't easy for me.

I mean, 2 years ago...

Even, uh...
Even one year ago,

I couldn't have come.

It's taken me 4 years
to get here.

Do you understand?

I understand, Harper.

It's taken me 4 years
to get here, too.

Ok.

Ok, Connie.

You want me
to give you an image?
Here's what I'll do for you.

I'll make it
the Connie special.

You'll find yourself
down in your hallway,

only it's much brighter
and cleaner than you've
ever seen it before.

And you feel yourself
starting to float.

And let's see.
I don't want you to be
lonely in there, so...

You look to the side,
and there's Linda
dancing and smiling...

As you glide past.

Ok, I know it's corny,
but you asked for it,

and I'm here to please.

So you keep floating
down your hallway,
and a little further down,

there's Billie.

She's taken her long hair
out of those braids of hers
and she's waving good-bye.

You see?
Dying really isn't so bad.

And you're feeling
pretty good about yourself
when Cindy appears.

All is forgiven.
Well, wait a minute.

I think she just said,
'kiss my ass.'

Now you turn your head
to the left,

and there's the seamstress
you never thought
I knew about.

I bet you're
picturing her naked.
You're so predictable.

And now you turn your head
to the right,

and there I am.

Of course, I look
unspeakably beautiful.

'I loved you the best, '
you call out as
you pass by me.

And I blow you a kiss.

Now you're almost
at the end of the hallway.

Do you see April?
She's still crying,
the poor thing.

Well, we all did that
for a while, but
that's another story.

And now you've reached
the end of the hallway.

What do you think
is waiting for you,
Connie?

Is it heaven,
or is it hell?

It's a beautiful
19-year-old girl
with an overbite.

You know the type,
and she's waiting for you.

And just as you
reach your hand out
to touch her cheek,

you see that
what she's holding
is a camera.

And as she lifts it
to her face, guess what?

It's your old f-2,

the one you left
at the pawn shop too long

and thought
was gone forever.

But now
this pretty girl has it.

And she's turning it on you.

'Smile, ' she says,

and you do.

And suddenly the flash
goes off with a brilliant
white burst of light,

The brightest, purest light
you've ever seen.

And that will be all.

*

*

*