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♪ Come into

my heart, into my heart Far

too sweet to be alone in life Come

into my heart and let me love you

baby Come into my heart and let the

day go by.

You do not need to feel that you

are lonely.

You are too sweet to be alone at

night.

Many nights I've walked the streets searching for

my peace of mind.

Many nights I've been alone like you.

I just want to say I think I

know where you're coming from and I hope

that there is something I can do.

Come into my heart and let me love

you, baby.

Come into my heart and let the day

go by.

You do not need to feel that you

are lonely.

You are too sweet to be alone at

night.

I just saw your face.

I thought you might just need a friend.

I just saw your face and then I

knew you were hurting and your dreams were

at an end and I hope that there

is something I can do.

Come into my heart and let me love

you, baby.

Come into my heart and let the day

go by.

You do not need to feel that you

are lonely.

You are too sweet to be alone at

night.

Great.

Great.

Terrific.

Marvellous.

Just killing a few hours waiting for your

yacht to be repaired.

Hey.

Hey.

Come back to the living.

Did you say something to me?

What did you say?

Nothing.

Come into my heart and let the day

go by.

You do not need to feel that you

are lonely.

You are too sweet to be alone at

night.

You are too sweet to be alone.

Oh.

Ms. Lawson.

You got something for me?

Listen, sweetie.

I rent my rooms.

Remember, I don't collect faded flowers.

Now, you go out and you come back

with green or don't come back.

I am sorry.

I need more time.

You don't look like you got any time

left on you, darling.

Yes?

Oh, it's quite beautiful, isn't it?

It's a lot like Pacific Eskimo tribal art.

Yes, but it's not that at all.

Oh, I saw a man in here earlier

today.

I wonder if you...

I'm afraid not.

I'm quite busy.

Please, look around.

If there are any questions I can answer,

just call, won't you?

Lady, we didn't mean to startle you, just

to offer a glass of wine.

Do us a favour, take it, please.

Sure.

Great.

We've just decided to get married.

We felt foolish toasting ourselves.

What?

God, I'm sorry.

I went and did it.

Are you all right?

I will be.

To good luck and good life.

For you.

No one could ask for more.

No one.

I hope you find it soon.

Yes.

Well, this time it's just going to have

to find me.

Okay, what'll it be?

Um, hiya.

Listen, I did this before.

I don't have any money.

And, uh, please, okay, I just want a

drink, that's all.

I know what your storey is, lady, but

don't tell it in here no more, you

hear?

Yeah.

Okay.

Just one?

Beat it, lady.

Yeah.

Oh, I still can't believe it.

Imagine what I thought.

A woman who runs out of a bar

and smack into me turns out to be

someone I haven't seen in a dozen years.

God, I must have looked at sight.

I found these in your closet.

I hope it's all right.

Sure.

Just left behind.

She will be coming back for them.

After all these years, you're still alone?

Not always.

Now?

All alone.

What about you?

Oh, I'm all alone.

I don't even have myself for company.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd come down, loaf around

the islands, recharge my battery.

How about you?

Oh, well.

I came down here nine years ago on

vacation and never went back.

Come off it, ducky.

You look like hell.

What happened to you?

Oh, nothing.

My life just fell apart.

Doesn't matter, really.

Happens to everybody, I suppose.

Oh, just like that?

Must have been something terrible.

God, you really scared me last night, you

know?

Better an old college friend than a total

stranger.

Do you want to tell me about it?

Didn't I tell you last night?

Last night it was all I could do

to get you back to the house and

to sleep.

What went wrong?

You had more promise than anyone in the

department?

Everybody had promise.

I just broke all the promises.

Well, cheer up, ducky.

Because you've just been saved.

First I want to show you what I've

been doing, and then let's have some lunch.

Come on.

Ducky, there's one thing you haven't mentioned.

Where's Lawson?

He left me about four years ago, just

like that, with some student.

A nice girl, Miss America type, you know?

She thought her professor was brilliant, and he

couldn't resist that.

He never stopped being a jerk, did he?

Any kids?

One.

A cute little guy.

We called him Jeff, with a G.

Remember how Briggs liked to read Chaucer?

Oh, yeah.

Where's the boy now?

I got custody of him, and then, about

six months ago, I sent him for a

weekend with his father.

And Briggs and Miss America and my son.

There was this six-car crack-up on

Santa Monica Freeway, and I buried all three

of them.

It really wiped me out.

Eric, you were the last person I expected

to pick me up off the floor.

You never liked me very much, did you,

Brenda?

Oh.

You were different.

But you're prosperous.

You made it.

Not like us, and we didn't make it.

How'd you do it?

I dropped out.

I saw the light, and I made it

to the end of the tunnel.

I'm a free man, Becky.

What's your secret?

I can't wait to show you.

Come on.

I'm a scrimshander.

An artist who works in ivory.

Boom.

I do scrimshaw engravings.

Oh, that gallery.

I saw you coming out of there.

You surprised?

Well, I suppose so.

Eric Murillo's artist.

We used to laugh at you in that

buttoned-up three-piece suit you wore, Eric.

We really did.

You would now, though, even, wouldn't you?

Probably.

Would you like a drink?

Yes.

Fine.

That's going to be a freeze.

When it's finished, see, all those figures will

tell a storey.

Looks like pretty lucrative stuff.

Oh, it is.

I'm dickering with a museum in New York

for that one.

Do you know anything about scrimshaw?

It's a truly genuine American folk art.

The Yankee whalers started doing it in the

early 1800s.

They had a lot of whalebone, a lot

of time on their hands.

Those cruises took two or three years.

Now, the early work was crude, to be

sure, but soon they became quite sophisticated.

Do you see these fine lines?

Mm-hmm.

They carved them with sail needles.

Mm-hmm.

Now, after being forgotten for years, scrimshaw is

finally being acknowledged as art, and a few

of us are working at it.

But there are problems that the old-timers

never had.

All these new laws to protect endangered species,

they make it almost impossible to get ivory

and whalebone.

Ah-ha.

You like that?

That's nearly the real thing.

It's not real ivory, of course, real bone,

at least.

We've been experimenting with chemical processes to bleach

and harden it.

The bone we get from most animals is

too soft, too porous.

Being organic, it tends to decompose.

We've had some luck hardening it, but most

of it still dries out and cracks.

We have found, though, that the bone of

larger primates, the collarbone, thighbone, if it's not

too old and brittle, it can be hardened

enough.

The process is marvellous.

Fine, Eric, that's fine.

I think I should be leaving.

Oh, no, no, finish your drink.

I won't take no for an answer, ducky.

Look, I'm sorry.

I've been boring you to tears about Scrimshaw,

and we haven't even gotten to the important

things.

What important things?

Well, what are we going to do about

you, ducky?

Oh.

I'm...

I'm getting my life together.

No, no, no, no.

No, you see, I was just like you

when I got here.

This is a last stop for failed lives.

And by the rules of the game, we

fail, right?

You, me, Lawson.

We lived our lives by rules.

But I found out that there are no

rules.

Rules.

Establishments, institutions.

They're set up by winners to keep losers

in their place.

And the real joy of life, Brenda, comes

when you make your own rules, you see.

Eric, I want to go.

To where, sweetie?

Is there a single soul who will miss

you?

Any family, any friends?

Nobody.

There you are, you see.

Why not give it a try?

What?

Rob a bank, hijack a yacht, whatever you

feel like, whatever appeals to you.

God, you're a sophomoric.

I'm not going to start taking up robbing

banks, Eric.

Why not?

It's not my style.

Morality, is that it?

What has morality ever done for you?

Thanks for the drink.

I'll see you.

You better sit down, Ducky.

You're a bit unsteady there.

Sit down.

The door's locked anyway, Ducky.

You're not going anywhere.

What?

I wish you'd taken the bait.

I really wish you'd jumped at it, Ducky,

but you didn't, so that's that.

What are you...

talking about?

It's the ivory, Ducky.

The best material is fresh human bone.

Consistency, hardness.

Takes a fine polish if it's young and

healthy enough.