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Sex, Lies and Videotape (1989)

by Steven Soderbergh.
Fourth draft. 29 july 1988.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


1    EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAY

GRAHAM DALTON, twenty-nine, drives his '69 Cutlass while smoking
a cigarette. One could describe his appearance as punk/arty,
but neither would do him justice. He is a man of obvious
intelligence, and his face is amiable. There is only one key
on his keyring, and it is in the ignition.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	Garbage. I started thinking about
	what happens to all the garbage.
	I mean, where do we put all of
	it, we have to run out of places
	to put it eventually, don't we?
	This happened to me before when
	that barge with all the garbage
	was stranded and nobody would take
	it? Remember that?

2   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

ANN BISHOP MILLANEY, twenty-six, sits opposite her therapist.
She is an extremely attractive woman, dressed in a mature preppy
style. There is a wedding ring on her left hand.

		DOCTOR
	Yes, I remember. What do you do
	when these moods overtake you?

		ANN
	Nothing. I mean, nothing. I try
	not to do anything that will
	produce garbage, so obviously we're
	talking about eating and basic
	stuff like that. Did you know that
	the average person produces three
	pounds of garbage a day?

		DOCTOR
	No, I didn't.

		ANN
	Don't you think that's a lot of
	garbage? I'd really like to know
	where it's all going to go.

		DOCTOR
	Do you have any idea what triggered
	this concern?

		ANN
	Well, this weekend John was taking
	out the garbage, and he kept
	spilling things out of the
	container, and I started imagining
	a container that grew garbage,
	like it just kept filling up and
	overflowing all by itself, and
	how could you stop that if it
	started happening?

		DOCTOR
	Ann, do you see a pattern here?

		ANN
	What do you mean?

		DOCTOR
	Well, last week we talked about
	your obsession with the families
	of airline fatalities, and now
	we're talking about your concern
	over the garbage problem.

		ANN
	Yeah, so?

		DOCTOR
	If you think about it, I think
	you'll see that the object of your
	obsession is invariably something
	negative that you couldn't possibly
	have any control over.

		ANN
	Well, do you think many people
	run around thinking about how happy
	they feel and how great things
	are? I mean, maybe they do, but
	I doubt those people are in
	therapy. Besides, being happy isn't
	all that great. My figure is always
	at its best when I'm depressed.
	The last time I was really happy
	I put on twenty-five pounds. I
	thought John was going to have
	a stroke.

		JOHN
		(voice over)
	It's true, I'm telling you.

3    INT. LAW OFFICE -- DAY

JOHN MILLANEY, twenty-nine, sits at his desk talking on the
telephone. He is dressed very well, sporting real suspenders
with his striped pinpoint oxford shirt and cotton suit. He
fingers the wedding ring on his left hand.

		JOHN
	As soon as you've got a ring on
	your finger, you start getting
	serious attention from the opposite
	gender. Seriously, I wish I had
	Super Bowl seats for every time
	I had some filly just come up
	and start talking to me without
	the slightest provocation. That
	never happened before I got
	married. Shit, if I'd known that,
	I'd have gone out and bought me
	a ring when I was eighteen and
	saved myself a lot of time and
	money.

John looks at his watch.

		JOHN
	Shit, I gotta be someplace.
		(quickly)
	Look, racquetball Thursday? You're
	the coolest.

John presses the intercom button while putting on his jacket.

		JOHN
	Uh, Janet, re-schedule Kirkland.
	Tell him to come in Friday at 1:30.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over, to Ann)
	Are you still keeping these
	thoughts from John?

		ANN
		(voice over)
	Yes.

4    INT. LAW OFFICE BATHROOM -- DAY

John brushes his teeth and combs his hair very carefully.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over, to Ann)
	Are you afraid of his reaction?
	Of his finding you silly for
	thinking of such things?

		ANN
		(voice over)
	No. I don't know. I haven't told
	him about the garbage thing because
	I'm pissed off at him right now.
	He's letting some old college buddy
	stay at our house for a couple
	of days, and he didn't even ask
	me about it. I mean, I would've
	said yes, I just wish he would've
	asked.

5    INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE-DAY

		DOCTOR
	What upsets you about that?

		ANN
	I guess I'm upset because I can't
	really justify being upset, I mean,
	it's his house, really, he pays
	the mortgage.

		DOCTOR
	But he asked you to quit your job,
	and you do have housework.

		ANN
	Yeah, I know.

		DOCTOR
	This unexpected visit
	notwithstanding, how are things
	with John?

		ANN
		(shrugs)
	Fine, I guess. Except right now
	I m going through this where I
	don't want him to touch me.

6    INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

CYNTHIA BISHOP, Ann's SISTER, opens her door to reveal the
freshly coifed John Millaney. They kiss passionately and begin
to disrobe. Cynthia bears a slight resemblance to Ann, but
is not as overtly attractive. She does, however, have a definite
carnal appeal and air of confidence that Ann lacks.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	When did you begin having this feeling?

		ANN
		(voice over)
	About a week ago. I don't know
	what brought it on, I just started
	feeling like I didn't want him
	to touch me.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over, to Ann)
	Prior to this feeling, were you
	comfortable having physical contact
	with him?

		ANN
		(voice over)
	Oh, yeah.
		(pause)
	But see, I've never really been
	into sex that much, I mean, I like
	it and everything, it just does't
	freak me out, I wouldn't miss it,
	you know? But anyway, lately we
	haven't been doing anything at
	all. Like I said, it's not that
	I miss it, but I m curious the
	way things kind of slacked off
	all of a sudden.

John and Cynthia are now having sex.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	Perhaps he senses your hesitance
	at being touched.

		ANN
	(voice over)
	But see, he stopped before I got
	that feeling, that's why it seems
	weird to me. I mean, I'm sure he
	wishes I would initiate things
	once in awhile, and I would
	except it never occurs to me, I'm
	always thinking about something
	else and then the few times that I
	have felt like starting something
	I was by myself.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	Did you do anything?

A pause.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	What do you mean?

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	Did you masturbate?

7    INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

		ANN
		(taken aback)
	God, no.

		DOCTOR
	I take it you've never masturbated?

		ANN
		(slightly uncomfortable)
	Well, I kind of tried once. It
	just seemed stupid, I kept seeing
	myself lying there and it seemed
	stupid, and kind of, uh, I don't
	know, and then I was wondering
	if my dead grandfather could see
	me doing this, and it just seemed
	like a dumb thing to be doing when
	we don't know what to do with all
	that garbage, you know?

		DOCTOR
	So it was recently that you tried
	this.

		ANN
		(exhales, head down)
	Well, kind of recently, I guess.
	But not too recently.

There is a pause.

		ANN
	I'm really not up to having a guest
	in the house.

8    INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John and Cynthia are lying in bed, bathed in sweat.

		JOHN
	I've got to get back to the office.

		CYNTHIA
	I only get one today? Gee, how
	exciting.

John rolls over and begins to put his clothes on.

		JOHN
	I can't let my lunch hour go on
	too long. I've already skipped
	one meeting.

		CYNTHIA
	Don't give me this
	passive/aggressive bullshit. If
	you want to leave, leave. My life
	doesn't stop when you walk out the
	door, you know what I'm saying?

John shakes his head.

		JOHN
	Why don't you just tell me how
	you really feel?

John stands and begins putting on his clothes.

		JOHN
	I have a friend coming in from
	out of town, I'll probably be
	spending some time with him the
	next couple of days.

		CYNTHIA
	Meaning we'll have to cool it for
	awhile, right?

		JOHN
	Right.

A silent shrug from Cynthia. John is almost completely dressed.

		JOHN
	I wish you'd quit that bartending
	job.

		CYNTHIA
	Why?

		JOHN
	I hate the thought of guys hitting
	on you all the time.

		CYNTHIA
	I can handle it. Besides, the money
	is good and some of the guys are
	cute. And you are in no position
	to be jealous.

		JOHN
	Who said I was jealous?

		CYNTHIA
	I did.

John says nothing.

		CYNTHIA
	You know, I'd like to try your
	house sometime. The idea of doing
	it in my sister's bed gives me
	a perverse thrill.

John thinks about that.

		CYNTHIA
	I wish I could tell everybody that
	Ann's a lousy lay. Beautiful,
	popular, Ann Bishop Millaney.

		JOHN
	Could be risky.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, maybe I could just start
	a rumor, then.

		JOHN
	No, I mean doing it at my house.

		CYNTHIA
	Afraid of getting caught?

		JOHN
	Maybe.

		CYNTHIA
	You should be. Can I meet this
	friend of yours?

		JOHN
	Cynthia, I don't think you want
	to, I mean, you should see the
	way he dresses. I really think
	he's in a bad way.

		CYNTHIA
	I'm intrigued.

		JOHN
	You're intrigued?

		CYNTHIA
	Sure. Maybe he's the man I'm
	looking for. Then I won't have
	to fuck worried husbands all the
	time.

John looks at her for a moment before heading for the door.

		JOHN
	Bye.

9   EXT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Graham has parked in the Millaney's driveway. He opens the
trunk, revealing a Sony 8mm Video rig and a single black duffle
bag. He grabs the duffle bag and shuts the trunk.

Graham knocks at the door. He is stubbing out a cigarette with
his beaten tennis shoe when Ann answers the door. She is unable
to hide her suprise at his appearance.

		GRAHAM
	Ann?

		ANN
	Yes?

		GRAHAM
	(extends his hand)
	Graham Dalton.

Ann shakes his hand.

		GRAHAM
	Can I use your bathroom?

Ann withdraws her hand.

		ANN
	Yes. Yes, come in, please.

Graham moves inside.

10   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann closes the door and motions Graham to the rear of the house.

		ANN
	Straight back, first door on the
	left.

Graham heads for the bathroom. Ann heads for the phone. She
dials John's office.

		VOICE ON PHONE
	Forman, Brent, and Millaney.

		ANN
	John Millaney, please. This is
	his wife.

Graham exits the bathroom. Ann quickly hangs up the phone.

		ANN
	That was quick.

		GRAHAM
	False alarm.

		ANN
	Oh. Well, please sit down.

Graham sits, his manner pleasantly animated. He gets his Gitanes
from inside his scuffed black leather jacket and looks around
for an ashtray. Ann swallows uncomfortably.

		ANN
	We...don't usually let people smoke
	in the house. We have a patio if you --

		GRAHAM
	Oh, no problem. It can wait.

A moment of silence. Graham looks at Ann directly. It is not
a challenging stare, he's just trying to ascertain what kind
of person she is. Ann, to her credit, somehow meets his gaze.
Something subtle passes between them.

		ANN
		(looks at duffle bag)
	Do you have other things?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.
		(pause)
	Oh, you mean to bring in! No. Yes,
	I have some other things, no, I
	don't need to bring them in. This
	is all I need to stay here.

		ANN
	Oh.

Graham smiles. He has an unusual face, a face that fluctuates
between remarkably handsome and just plain strange.

		GRAHAM
	Have you ever been on television?

		ANN
	Televison?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	No. Why?

		GRAHAM
		(shrugs)
	Curious.

The central air-conditioning switches on. Ann smiles.

		ANN
	Graham is an unusual name.

		GRAHAM
	Yeah, I guess it is. My mother
	is a complete Anglophile, anything
	British makes her drool like a
	baby. She probably heard the name
	in some movie. She's a prisoner
	of public television now.

		ANN
	Oh, uh-huh.

		GRAHAM
	Are you uncomfortable with my appearance?

		ANN
		(downplaying)
	No, I think you look...fine.

		GRAHAM
		(smiles)
	Oh. Well, maybe I'm uncomfortable
	with my appearance. I feel a little
	out of place in these surroundings.

		ANN
	Well...

		GRAHAM
	I used to take great pleasure in
	that, being purposefully different,
	rubbing people's noses in it.
	Didn't you do that when you were
	younger?

		ANN
		(thinks)
	No, not really.

		GRAHAM
	Oh. Well, I did. I was in a band
	once, and the music was always
	secondary to just flat out
	offending as many people as
	possible.

		ANN
	You play an instrument?

		GRAHAM
	No, I was in charge of kind of
	standing at the microphone and
	reciting these really depressing
	lyrics in a monotone. The whole
	thing was really .... irrelevant.
	How do you like being married?

		ANN
		(caught slightly off
		 guard)
	Oh, I like it. I like it very much.

		GRAHAM
	What about it do you like? I'm
	not being critical, I'd really
	like to know.

		     ANN
	Well.....well, the cliché about
	the security of it, that's really
	true. We own a house, and I really
	like that, you know? And I like
	that John was just made junior
	partner, so he has a steady job
	and he's not some...

Ann looks at Graham and stops. He smiles again.

		ANN
	...free-lance. You know.

		GRAHAM
	Yes. So you feel security,
	stability. Like things are going
	to last awhile.

		ANN
	Oh, definitely. I mean, just this
	past year has gone by like phew!
	I hardly even knew it passed.

		GRAHAM
	Did you know that if you shut
	someone up in a room, and the only
	clock he has reference to runs
	two hours slow for every
	twenty-four, that his body will
	eventually adjust to that schedule?
	Simply because the mind honestly
	perceives that twenty-six hours
	are twenty-four, the body follows.
	And then there are sections of time.
	Your life can be broken down into
	the sections of time that formed
	your personality (if you have one).
	For instance, when I was twelve,
	I had an eleven minute conversation
	with my father that to this day
	defines our relationship. Now,
	I'm not saying that everything
	happened in that specific section
	of time, but the events of my
	childhood involving my father led
	up to, and then were crystallized
	in, that eleven minutes.

Ann is fascinated, if a bit overwhelmed.

		ANN
	Oh, uh-huh.

		GRAHAM
		(smiles)
	Anyway, I think the mind is very
	flexible as far as time is
	concerned.

		ANN
	You mean like "time flies"?

		GRAHAM
	Exactly. I would say the fact that
	you feel the first year of your
	marriage has gone by quickly means
	lots of things. Or could mean lots
	of things.

		ANN
	How long has it been since you've
	seen John?

		GRAHAM
	Nine years.

		ANN
	Nine years?

		GRAHAM
	Yes. I was surprised that he
	accepted when I asked if I could
	stay here until I found a place.

		ANN
	Why? Didn't you know him well?

		GRAHAM
	I knew him very well. We were
	extremely close until I dropped
	out.

A pause.

		ANN
	Why'd you drop out?

		GRAHAM
	Oh, lots of reasons, most of them
	boring. But, up until I dropped
	out, John and I were...very much
	alike.

		ANN
	That's hard to believe. The two
	of you seem so different.

		GRAHAM
	I would imagine that we are, now.
	I think I'm ready to use the
	bathroom, finally.

Graham gets up and heads for the toilet. Ann watches him go,
a bemused smile on her face. After she hears the door close,
she can't resist the impulse to take a closer look at Graham's
bag.

IN THE BATHROOM, Graham pokes around, looking through the
medicine cabinet and sniffing towels.

		JOHN
		(voice over)
	Call the cops.

11   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John, Ann and Graham are eating dinner.

		JOHN
		(to Graham)
	That's the first thing that ran
	through my mind when I saw you.
	I thought this is not the same
	man that rode the unicycle naked
	through the homecoming parade.

		ANN
		(to Graham)
	You did that?

		GRAHAM
	Everybody has a past.

		JOHN
		(smiles at Graham)
	What do you think the Greeks would
	make of that outfit you're wearing?

		GRAHAM
	A bonfire, probably.

John takes a sip of Chivas.

		GRAHAM
		(to Ann)
	This food is excellent.

		ANN
	Thank you.

		JOHN
	Yeah, it's not bad. Usually Ann
	has some serious salt action going.
	I keep telling her, you can always
	add more if you want, but you can't
	take it out.

		GRAHAM
		(to Ann)
	You have family here also?

		ANN
		(nods, chewing)
	Mother, father, sister.

		GRAHAM
	Sister older or younger?

		ANN
	Younger.

John takes a large swig of Chivas.

		GRAHAM
	Are you close?

Graham sees Ann and John exchange looks.

		GRAHAM
	I'm sorry. Am I prying again?

		JOHN
	You were prying before?

		GRAHAM
	Yes, this afternoon. I was grilling
	Ann about your marriage this
	afternoon.

		JOHN
		(smiles)
	Really. How'd it go?

		GRAHAM
	She held up very well.

Ann laughs.

		GRAHAM
		(to Ann)
	So I was asking about your sister.

Ann's smile fades. John resumes eating.

		ANN
	Oh, we get along okay. She's just
	very...she's an extrovert. I think
	she's loud. She probably wouldn't
	agree. Definitely wouldn't agree.

		JOHN
		(to Graham)
	Are you going to see Elizabeth
	while you re here?

An almost imperceptible reaction by Graham.

		GRAHAM
	I don't know.

		ANN
		(interested)
	Who's Elizabeth?

		JOHN
	Girl Graham dated. Still lives
	here, far as I know.

Graham eats in silence.

		ANN
	Graham and I were talking about
	apartments and I told him to check
	the Garden District, there are
	some nice little places there,
	garage apartments and stuff.

		JOHN
		(to Graham)
	Stay away from the Garden District.
	Serious crime. I don't know what
	kind of place you're looking for,
	but there are a lot of studio-type
	apartments available elsewhere.

		GRAHAM
	I wish I didn't have to live
	someplace.

		JOHN
		(laughs)
	What do you mean?

Graham thinks a moment, then puts his keyring with its single
key onto the table.

		GRAHAM
	Well, see, right now I have this
	one key, and I really like that.
	Everything I own is in my car.
	If I get an apartment, that's two
	keys. If I get a job, maybe I
	have to open and close once in
	awhile, that's more keys. Or I
	buy some stuff and I m worried
	about getting ripped off, so I
	get some locks, and that's more
	keys. I just really like having
	the one key. It's clean, you know?

Graham looks at the keyring before returning it to his pocket.

		JOHN
	Get rid of the car when you get
	your apartment, then you'll still
	have one key.

		GRAHAM
	I like having the car, the car
	is important.

		JOHN
	Especially if you want to leave
	someplace in a hurry.

		GRAHAM
	Or go someplace in a hurry.

Ann takes her plate into the kitchen.

		JOHN
		(smiles at Graham)
	Do you pay taxes?

Graham also stands, empty plate in hand.

		GRAHAM
	Do I pay taxes? Of course I pay
	taxes, only a liar doesn't pay
	taxes, I'm not a liar. A liar is
	the second lowest form of human
	being.

		ANN
		(from the kitchen)
	What's the first?

		GRAHAM
	Lawyers.

John smiles, thinking. Graham follows Ann into the kitchen.
John shouts after them.

		JOHN
	Hey, Ann, why don't you go with
	Graham to hunt for apartments?
	Show him how the city has changed.

Ann looks at Graham.

		ANN
	Would you mind?

		GRAHAM
	No.

		ANN
		(shouts back to John)
	Okay, I will!!

John, sitting at the table and now toying with his keyring,
nods.

12   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Everyone but Ann is asleep. She gets up from her bed and sneaks
quietly into the guest bedroom where Graham is staying. She
walks cautiously up to his bed to watch him as he sleeps.
Moonlight caresses his face as he breathes peacefully. Exhaling,
he turns over slowly, his back to Ann.

She picks up his jacket from beside the bed and feels the
surface. She brings the jacket to her nose, inhaling his
presence. She then sets the jacket down.

13   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

The phone rings. Cynthia answers.

		CYNTHIA
	Hello.

		JOHN
	Cynthia. John. Meet me at my house
	in exactly one hour.

		CYNTHIA
	You are scum. I'll be there.

14   INT. VACANT APARTMENT-DAY

Graham and Ann walk around the room, their footfalls heavy on
the hardwood floors. MR. MILLER, the landlord, stands nearby.
He looks fairly interested in Ann.

		MR. MILLER
	Plenty of room for two people.

		GRAHAM
	It'll just be me.

		MR. MILLER
	Student?

		GRAHAM
	No.
		(pause)
	You said three-fifty?

		MR. MILLER
	Plus first and last month deposit.

		GRAHAM
	Will you lease month-to-month?

		MR. MILLER
	Not for three-fifty.

		GRAHAM
	How about for five hundred?

Mr. Miller looks at Ann, then back at Graham.

		MR. MILLER
	That I can do.

15   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Cynthia lets herself in. She looks around.

		CYNTHIA
	John?

		JOHN
		(offscreen)
	In here!!

Cynthia walks to the bedroom, where John lies naked on the bed.
She smiles, kicking off her shoes.

		CYNTHIA
	Ain't you a picture.

Cynthia begins taking her clothes off. She places her diamond
stud earring in her jacket pocket, and then drops the jacket
on the floor. She moves onto the bed with John.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	Maybe you'll understand this,
	because you know John, but he
	confuses me sometimes.

		GRAHAM
		(voice over)
	How do you mean?

16   INT. CAFÉ - DAY

Graham and Ann are having lunch. Ann looks to have had a lot
of wine. Graham drinks club soda with a twist.

		ANN
	It's hard to explain. It's like...
	John treats everybody the same,
	you know? I mean, he acts just
	as excited about seeing somebody
	he hardly knows as he does when
	he sees me. And so I feel like,
	what's different about me, if I'm
	treated exactly the same as some
	acquaintance? If I don't like
	somebody, I don't act like I do.
	I guess that's why a lot of people
	think I'm a bitch.

She takes a sip of wine.

		GRAHAM
	Yeah, I know. I mean, I'm not
	saying I know people think you're
	a bitch, I'm saying I know what
	you mean. And I don't even know
	that people think you're a bitch.
	Do they?

		ANN
	I feel like they do.

		GRAHAM
	Hmm. Well, maybe you are. Really,
	I wouldn't pay much attention.

Ann smiles.

		GRAHAM
	I know that I just don't feel a
	connection with very many people,
	so I don't waste time with people
	I don't feel one with.

		ANN
	Right, right. I don't feel
	connected to many people, either.
	Other than John.

Graham nods.

		ANN
	Can I tell you something personal?
	I feel like I can. It's something
	I couldn't tell John. Or wouldn't,
	anyway.

		GRAHAM
	It's up to you. But I warn you,
	if you tell me something personal,
	I might do the same.

		ANN
	Okay. I think...I think sex is
	overrated. I think people place
	way too much importance on it.
	And I think that stuff about women
	wanting it just as bad is crap.
	I m not saying women don't want
	it, I just don't think they want
	it for the reason men think they
	do.
		(smiles)
	I'm getting confused.

Graham smiles.

		ANN
	Do you understand what I'm trying
	to say?

		GRAHAM
	I think so. I remember reading
	somewhere that men learn to love
	what they're attracted to, whereas
	women become more and more
	attracted to the person they love.

		ANN
	Yes! Yes! I think that's very true.
	Very.

Graham watches Ann take a sip of wine.

		GRAHAM
	So what about kids?

		ANN
	Kids? What about them?

		GRAHAM
	Do you want them?

		ANN
	Yeah, actually, I do. But John
	doesn't. At least not right now.

		GRAHAM
	Why is that?

		ANN
	I don't know, he just said he wants
	to wait. I quit asking.

Graham nods.

		ANN
	So what's your personal thing?
	Are you really going to tell me
	something personal?

		GRAHAM
	Do you want me to?

		ANN
	As long as it's not...gross, you
	know? Like some scar or something.
	It has to be like mine, like
	something about you.

		GRAHAM
	Agreed.

Graham takes a sip of club soda.

		GRAHAM
	I'm impotent.

Ann looks at him closely.

		ANN
	You're what?

		GRAHAM
	Impotent.

		ANN
	You are?

		GRAHAM
	Well, let me put it this way: I
	cannot achieve an erection while
	in the presence of another person.
	So, for all practical purposes,
	I am impotent.

Ann takes a large sip of wine. Graham lights a cigarette.

		ANN
	Does it bother you?

		GRAHAM
		(exhales)
	Not usually. I mean, honestly,
	I haven't known many guys that
	could think straight with an
	erection, so I feel I'm way ahead
	of the game as far as being
	clear-headed goes.

		ANN
	Well...are you self-conscious about
	it?

		GRAHAM
	I am self-conscious, but not in
	the same way that you are. You
	have got to be the most attractive
	self-conscious person I've ever
	seen.

		ANN
	Why do you say I'm self-conscious?

		GRAHAM
	Well, I've been watching you. I've
	watched you eat, I've watched you
	speak, I've watched the way you
	move, and I see somebody who is
	extremely conscious of being looked
	at. I think you really believe
	that people are looking at you
	all the time. And you know what?

		ANN
	What?

		GRAHAM
	They are looking at you. Ann, you
	are truly breathtaking. I don't
	know if you understand how your
	appearance can affect people. Men
	want to possess you, women wish
	they looked like you. And those
	that don't or can't resent you.
	And the fact that you're a nice
	person just makes it worse.

		ANN
		(thinks)
	My therapist said that--

		GRAHAM
	You're in therapy?

		ANN
	Aren't you?

		GRAHAM
	Hah! No, I'm not. Actually, I used
	to be, but the therapist I had
	was really ineffectual in helping
	me deal with my problems. Of
	course, I lied to him constantly,
	so I guess I can't hold him totally
	responsible...

		ANN
	So you don't believe in therapy?

		GRAHAM
	I believe in it for some people.
	I mean, for me it was silly, I
	was confused going in. So I just
	formed my own personal theory that
	you should never take advice from
	someone of the opposite sex that
	doesn't know you intimately.

		ANN
	Well, my therapist knows me
	intimately.

		GRAHAM
		(surprised)
	You had sex with you therapist?

		ANN
	Of course not.

		GRAHAM
	Oh, see, I meant someone you've
	had sex with. That's part of the
	theory.

		ANN
	Excuse me for asking, but how would
	you know?
		GRAHAM
		(smiles)
	Well, I wasn't always impotent.

Ann takes another sip of wine and thinks for a moment.

		ANN
	Now, you said never take advice
	from someone that you don't know
	intimately, right?

		GRAHAM
	Basically, yes.

17   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Cynthia is leaving the house. She gives John a big kiss.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	So since I've never had sex with
	you, by your own advice I shouldn't
	accept your advice.

		GRAHAM
		(voice over)
	That's correct.
		(pause)
	Bit of a dilemma, isn't it?

Cynthia is not wearing her diamond stud earring.

18   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

		ANN
	Well, I don't know. The week
	started off okay, but then I was
	outside watering the plants, and
	I started feeling dizzy from the
	heat and that got me thinking about
	the Greenhouse Effect, so I went
	inside and turned on the
	air-conditioner full blast, and
	that made me feel a little better
	until I started thinking about
	radon leakage coming up through
	the floor, and--

		DOCTOR
	Radon leakage?

		ANN
	Yes, it's this radioactive gas
	in the ground, and houses kind
	of act like magnets to pull it
	up, and--you've never heard of
	this?

		DOCTOR
	No, I haven't.

		ANN
	Well, the cumulative effect is
	not good, let me tell you.
		(pause)
	I knew I shouldn't have watered
	those plants.

		DOCTOR
	Did you confront John about the
	visitor?

		ANN
	What visitor?

		DOCTOR
	The friend of John's that was
	staying at your house.

		ANN
	Oh, Graham. No, I didn't talk to
	him about that. Actually, that
	turned out to be pretty
	interesting. I expected Graham
	to be this...well, like John, you
	know? I mean, he said they had
	gone to school together, so I was
	expecting lots of stories about
	getting drunk and secret handshakes
	and stuff. But he turned out to
	be this...this kind of character,
	I mean, he's kind of arty but okay,
	you know?

		DOCTOR
	Is he still at your house?

		ANN
	No, he left last week.

		DOCTOR
	Did you find him attractive?

		ANN
	What do you mean, like physically?

		DOCTOR
	Let me rephrase. Were you attracted
	to him?

		ANN
		(thinks)
	I guess, but not because of the
	way he looked or anything. He's
	just so different, somebody new
	to have a conversation with. I'm
	just tired of talking to other
	couples about whether or not
	they're going to buy the station
	wagon, you know? It's just boring.
	I don't know, he was just
	different. And he's really on about
	truth a lot, being honest, and
	I like that, I felt comfortable
	around him.
		(pause)
	After he left I had a dream that
	he signed a lease to rent our guest
	room.

		CYNTHIA
		(voice over)
	So where's he from?

19   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Ann stands watching Cynthia get dressed for work.

		ANN
	I don't know. He went to school
	here, then he was in New York for
	awhile, then Philadelphia, and
	then just kind of travelling
	around.

		CYNTHIA
	Must be nice. So, what's he like,
	is he like John?

		ANN
	No, not at all. Actually, I don't
	think John likes him much anymore.
	He said he thought Graham had
	gotten strange.

A pause.

		CYNTHIA
	Is he? Strange, I mean?

		ANN
	Not really. Maybe if I just saw
	him on the street I'd have said
	that, but after talking to
	him...he's just kind of...I don't
	know, unusual.

		CYNTHIA
	Uh-huh. So what's he look like?

		ANN
	Why?

		CYNTHIA
	I just want to know what he looks
	like, is all.

		ANN
	Why, so you can go after him?

		CYNTHIA
	Jesus, Ann, get a life. I just
	asked what he looked like.

Ann says nothing.

		CYNTHIA
	Besides, even if I decided to fuck
	his brains out, what business is
	that of yours?

		ANN
	Do you have to say that?

		CYNTHIA
	What?

		ANN
	You know what. You say it just
	to irritate me.

		CYNTHIA
	I say it because it's descriptive.

		ANN
	Well, he doesn't strike me as the
	kind of person that would go in
	for that sort of thing, anyway.

		CYNTHIA
	Ann, you always underestimate me.

		ANN
	Well, I wonder why.

		CYNTHIA
	I think you're afraid to put the
	two of us in the same room
	together. I think you're afraid
	he'll be undeniably drawn to me.

		ANN
	Oh, for God's sake. Really,
	Cynthia, really, I don't think
	he's your type.

		CYNTHIA
	"My type"? What is this bullshit?
	How would you know what "my type"
	is?

		ANN
	I have a pretty good idea.

		CYNTHIA
	Ann, you don't have a clue. Look,
	I don't even know why we're
	discussing this, I'll just call
	him myself.

		ANN
	He doesn't have a phone.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, I'll call him when he does.

		ANN
	But he won't.

		CYNTHIA
	What are you talking about?

		ANN
	He's not getting a phone, he
	doesn't like talking on the phone.

		CYNTHIA
	Oh, please. Okay,' so give me the
	Zen master's address, I'll think
	of a reason to stop by.

		ANN
	Let me talk to him first.

		CYNTHIA
	Why? Just give me the address,
	you won't even have to be involved.

		ANN
	I don't feel right just giving
	you the address so that you can
	go over there and...

		CYNTHIA
	And what?

		ANN
	And...do whatever it is you do.

Cynthia laughs loudly. Ann, not happy, watches her dig through
the jewelry box.

		ANN
	Lose something?

		CYNTHIA
	That goddam diamond stud earring
	that cost me a fucking fortune.

		ANN
	Are you getting Mom something for
	her birthday?

		CYNTHIA
	I don't know, I'll get her a card
	or something.

		ANN
	A card? For her fiftieth birthday?

		CYNTHIA
	What's wrong with that?

		ANN
	Don't you think she deserves a
	little more than a card? I mean,
	the woman gave birth to you. It s
	her fiftieth birthday--

		CYNTHIA
	Will you stop? Jesus.

		ANN
	I just thought it might--

		CYNTHIA
	Okay, Ann, okay. How about this:
	you buy her something nice, and
	I'll pay for half. All right?

		ANN
	Fine.

		CYNTHIA
	Good. Now, if you'll pardon me,
	I have to go to work.

20   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

		ANN
	I was thinking maybe I shouldn't
	be in therapy anymore.

		DOCTOR
	What brought this on?

		ANN
	I've been thinking about it for
	awhile, and then I was talking
	to somebody who kind of put things
	in perspective for me.

		DOCTOR
		(smiles)
	I thought that's what I did. Who
	was it that you talked to?

		ANN
	That guy Graham I told you about.
	He said taking advice from someone
	you don't know intimately
	was...well, he said a lot of stuff.

The Doctor exhales, thinking for a moment.

		DOCTOR
	Ann, in life one has to be aware
	of hidden agendas.
		(pause)
	Did it occur to you that Graham
	may have his own reasons for not
	wanting you to be in therapy?

		ANN
	What do you mean? I don't
	understand.

		DOCTOR
	It's possible that Graham has
	hidden motives for disliking
	therapy and/or therapists. Perhaps
	he has problems of his own that
	he is unwilling to deal with, and
	he would like to see other people,
	you for instance, wallow in their
	situation just as he does. Do you
	think that's possible?

		ANN
	I guess.

		DOCTOR
	You understand that you are free
	to leave therapy at any time?

		ANN
	Yes.

		DOCTOR
	That you are under no obligation
	to me?

		ANN
	Yes.

		DOCTOR
	Do you want to leave therapy?

		ANN
	Not really.

		DOCTOR
	Do you feel there is more progress
	to be made?

		ANN
	Yes.

		DOCTOR
	I'm glad you feel that way, because
	I feel that way, too.

		ANN
	But you don't have hidden motives
	for feeling that way, right?

The Doctor laughs. Ann does not laugh with him.

21   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

On a television monitor we see images originating from an 8mm
Video deck. Graham sits naked in a sheet-covered chair facing
the screen. He watches the tape, which is footage of himself
interviewing a girl about her sexual preferences. The
photography on the tape is handheld, relentless. As the
questions get more detailed, Graham becomes more aroused.

There is a knock on Graham's door. He calmly shuts off the
videotape player and stands, wrapping the sheet around himself.

		GRAHAM
	It's open.

Graham walks into the bedroom to put on some clothes. Ann opens
the door and walks into the apartment.

		ANN
	Hi!

		GRAHAM
		(off)
	Ann. Hello.

		ANN
	Are you in the middle of something?

		GRAHAM
		(off)
	Nothing I can't finish later.

		ANN
		(looks)
	I just wanted to see how the place
	looked furnished.

		GRAHAM
		(Off)
	Not much to see, I'm afraid. I'm
	sort of cultivating a minimalist
	vibe.

		ANN
	Somehow I imagined books. I thought
	you would have like a whole lot
	of books and be reading all the
	time.

Graham enters.

		GRAHAM
	I do read a lot. But I check
	everything out of the library.

Graham picks up an Anais Nin diary and opens it to show Ann
the library sleeve inside.

		GRAHAM
	Cheaper that way. And cuts down
	on the clutter.

Ann walks to the table where the video gear is set up. Graham
watches her closely. She looks into a large box of 8mm
videotapes. On the side of each tape is a label. The labels
look like this:

	DONNA / 11 DEC 86 / 1:07:36

And so on. There are thirty or forty tapes, total.

		ANN
	What are these?

		GRAHAM
	Videotapes.

		ANN
		(smiles)
	I can see that. What are they?

Graham exhales.

		GRAHAM
	It's a personal project I'm working
	on.

		ANN
	What kind of personal project?

		GRAHAM
	Oh, just a personal project like
	anyone else's personal project.
	Mine's just a little more personal.

		ANN
	Who's Donna?

		GRAHAM
	Donna?

		ANN
	Donna. On this tape it says
	"Donna".

		GRAHAM
		(thinking)
	Donna was a girl I knew in Florida.

		ANN
	You went out with her?

		GRAHAM
	Not really.

Ann looks in the box again.

		ANN
	How come all these are girl's
	names?

Graham thinks for a moment.

		GRAHAM
	Because I enjoy interviewing women
	more than men.

		ANN
	All of these are interviews?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	Can we look at one?

		GRAHAM
	No.

		ANN
	Why not?

		GRAHAM
	Because I promised each subject
	that no one would look at the tape
	except me.

Ann looks at Graham for a long moment, then back at the tapes.

		ANN
	What...what are these interviews
	about?

		GRAHAM
	The...interviews are about sex,
	Ann.

		ANN
	About sex?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	What about sex?

		GRAHAM
	Everything about sex.

		ANN
	Like what?

		GRAHAM
	Like what they've done, what they
	do, what they don't do, what they
	want to do but are afraid to ask
	for, what they won't do even if
	asked. Anything I can think of.

		ANN
	You just ask them questions?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	And they just answer them?

		GRAHAM
	Mostly. Sometimes they do things.

		ANN
	To you?

		GRAHAM
	No, not to me, for me, for the
	camera.

		ANN
		(stunned)
	I don't ...why...why do you do
	this?

		GRAHAM
	I'm sorry this came up.

		ANN
	This is just...so...

		GRAHAM
	Maybe you want to go.

		ANN
	Yes, I do.

Ann nods and absently heads for the door. She gives Graham a
puzzled look before leaving.

22   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann is talking to Cynthia on the telephone.

		ANN
		(still shaken)
	I don't...he doesn't want you to
	come over.

		CYNTHIA
	What do you mean he doesn't want
	me to come over? Did you tell him
	about me?

		ANN
	No, I didn't.

		CYNTHIA
	Why not?

		ANN
	Because I never got around to it.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, why?

		ANN
	Because. Cynthia, look, John was
	right. Graham is strange. Very
	strange. You don't want to get
	involved with him.

		CYNTHIA
	What the hell happened over there?
	Did he make a pass at you?

		ANN
	No!

		CYNTHIA
	Then what's the story, what's this
	"strange" bullshit all of a sudden?
	Is he drowning puppies, or what?

		ANN
	No, it's nothing like that.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, what? Is he dangerous?

		ANN
	No, he's not dangerous. Not
	physically.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, what, then?

		ANN
	I don't want to talk about it.

		CYNTHIA
	Then why'd you call me?

		ANN
	I don't know.

Ann hangs up.

23   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia gets out of the shower. The phone rings. She wraps
herself in a towel and lifts the receiver.

		CYNTHIA
	Hello.

		JOHN
	Cynthia. John.

		CYNTHIA
	Not today. I've got other plans.

		JOHN
	Oh.
		(pause)
	Well, when, then?

		CYNTHIA
	How about inviting me over to
	dinner?

		JOHN
	You know what I mean.

		CYNTHIA
	Yeah, I know what you mean.

Cynthia hangs up the phone.

24   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits smoking a cigarette. There is a knock at his door.

		GRAHAM
	It's open.

Cynthia enters. Graham looks up at her.

		GRAHAM
	Who are you?

		CYNTHIA
	I'm Cynthia Bishop.

		GRAHAM
	Do I know you?

		CYNTHIA
	I'm Ann Millaney's sister.

		GRAHAM
	The extrovert.

		CYNTHIA
		(smiles)
	She must have been in a good mood
	when she said that. She usually
	calls me loud.

		GRAHAM
	She called you that, too. May I
	ask why you re here?

		CYNTHIA
	You want me to leave?

		GRAHAM
	I just want to know why you're
	here.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, like I said, Ann is my
	sister. Sisters talk. You can
	imagine the rest.

		GRAHAM
	No, I really can't. I find it
	healthy never to characterize
	people I don't know or
	conversations I haven't heard.
	I don't know what you and your
	sister discussed about me or
	anything else. Last time I saw
	Ann she left here very...confused,
	I would say. And upset.

		CYNTHIA
	She still is.

		GRAHAM
	And are you here to berate me for
	making her that way?

		CYNTHIA
	Nope.

		GRAHAM
	She didn't tell you why she was
	upset?

		CYNTHIA
	Nope.

		GRAHAM
	She didn't give you my address?

		CYNTHIA
	Nope.

		GRAHAM
	How did you find me?

		CYNTHIA
	I, uh, know a guy at the power
	company.

		GRAHAM
	I don't understand. Why did you
	want to come here? I mean, I can't
	imagine Ann painted a very
	flattering portrait of me.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, I don't really listen to
	her when it comes to men. I mean,
	look at John, for crissake. Oh,
	you went to school with him didn't
	you? You're probably friends or
	something.

		GRAHAM
	Nope. I think the man is a liar.

		CYNTHIA
		(smiles)
	I think you're right. So come on,
	I came all the way over here to
	find out what got Ann so spooked,
	tell me what happened.

		GRAHAM
		(smiles)
	Spooked.

He motions to the box of videotapes.

		GRAHAM
	That box of tapes is what got Ann
	so "spooked".

Cynthia goes over to the box and looks inside for a long moment,
studying the labels.

		CYNTHIA
	Oh, okay. I think I get it.

		GRAHAM
	What do you get?

		CYNTHIA
	Well, they must be something
	sexual, because Ann gets freaked
	out by that shit. Are these tapes
	of you having sex with these girls
	or something?

		GRAHAM
	Not exactly.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, either you are or you aren't.
	Which is it?

		GRAHAM
	Why don't you let me tape you?

		CYNTHIA
	Doing what?

		GRAHAM
	Talking.

		CYNTHIA
	About what?

		GRAHAM
	Sex. Your sexual history, your
	sexual preferences.

		CYNTHIA
	What makes you think I'd discuss
	that with you?

		GRAHAM
	Nothing.

		CYNTHIA
	You just want to ask me questions?

		GRAHAM
	I just want to ask you questions.

		CYNTHIA
	And that's all?

		GRAHAM
	That's all.

		CYNTHIA
		(a crooked smile)
	Is this how you get off or
	something? Taping women talking
	about their sexual experiences?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		CYNTHIA
	Would anybody else see the tape?

		GRAHAM
	Absolutely not. They are for my
	private use only.

		CYNTHIA
	How do we start?

		GRAHAM
	I turn on the camera. You start
	talking.

		CYNTHIA
	And you ask questions, right?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		CYNTHIA
	How long will it take?

		GRAHAM
	That depends on you. One woman
	only used three minutes. Another
	filled up three two hour tapes.

		CYNTHIA
	Can I see some of the other tapes
	to get an idea of what--

		GRAHAM
	No.

		CYNTHIA
		(thinks)
	Do I sit or stand?

		GRAHAM
	Whichever you prefer.

		CYNTHIA
	I'd rather sit. Are you ready?

		GRAHAM
	Just a moment.

Graham grabs his 8mm Video camera, puts in a new tape, and turns
it on.

		GRAHAM
	I am now recording. Tell me your
	name.

		CYNTHIA
	Cynthia Patrice Bishop.

		GRAHAM
	Describe for me your first sexual
	experience.

		CYNTHIA
	My first sexual experience or the
	first time I had intercourse?

		GRAHAM
	Your first sexual experience.

		CYNTHIA
		(thinks)
	I was...eight years old. Michael
	Green, who was also eight, asked
	if he could watch me take a pee.
	I said he could if I could watch
	him take one, too. He said okay,
	and then we went into the woods
	behind our house. I got this
	feeling he was chickening out
	because he kept saying, "Ladies
	first!" So I pulled down my
	underpants and urinated, and he
	ran away before I even finished.

		GRAHAM
	Was it ever a topic of conversation
	between the two of you afterward?

		CYNTHIA
	No. He kind of avoided me for the
	rest of the summer, and then his
	family moved away. To Cleveland,
	actually.

		GRAHAM
	How unfortunate. So when did you
	finally get to see a penis?

		CYNTHIA
	When I was fourteen.

		GRAHAM
	Live, or in a photograph or film
	of some sort?

		CYNTHIA
	Very much live.

		GRAHAM
	What did you think? Did it look
	like you expected?

		CYNTHIA
	Not really. I didn't picture it
	with veins or ridges or anything,
	I thought it would be smooth, like
	a test tube.

		GRAHAM
	Were you disappointed?

		CYNTHIA
	No. If anything, after I looked
	at it awhile, it got more
	interesting. It had character,
	you know?

		GRAHAM
	What about when you touched it?
	What did you expect it to feel
	like, and then what did it really
	feel like?

		CYNTHIA
	It was warmer than I thought it
	would be, and the skin was softer
	than it looked. It's weird.
	Thinking about it now, the organ
	itself seemed like a separate
	thing, a separate entity to me.
	I mean, after he pulled it out
	and I could look at it and touch
	it, I completely forgot that there
	was a guy attached to it. I
	remember literally being startled
	when the guy spoke to me.

		GRAHAM
	What did he say?

		CYNTHIA
	He said that my hand felt good.

		GRAHAM
	Then what happened?

		CYNTHIA
	Then I started moving my hand,
	and then he stopped talking.

25   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia, adjusting her clothes, opens the door to leave. She
looks very aroused. She and Graham do not speak or touch.

26   INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

John Millaney picks up a telephone and presses a blinking
button.

		JOHN
	John Millaney.

		CYNTHIA
	I want to see you.

		JOHN
	When?

		CYNTHIA
	Right now.

		JOHN
	Jesus, I don't know if I can get
	away. I've got a client waiting.
	I'd have to do some heavy duty
	juggling.

		CYNTHIA
	Then get those balls in the air
	and get your butt over here.

She hangs up. John thinks a moment, then hits his intercom
button.

		JOHN
	Janet, re-schedule Kirkland, see
	if he can come in Friday. Smooth
	things out, tell him an emergency
	came up. I'll slip out the back.

27   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham watches Cynthia's tape, becoming excited.

		CYNTHIA
		(voice on tape)
	Would you like me to take my pants
	off?

		GRAHAM
		(voice on tape)
	If you wish.
		(pause)
	You're not wearing any underwear.

		CYNTHIA
		(voice on tape)
	Do you like the way I look?

		GRAHAM
		(voice on tape)
	Yes.

		CYNTHIA
		(voice On tape)
	Do you think I'm pretty?

		GRAHAM
		(voice on tape)
	Yes.

		CYNTHIA
		(voice on tape)
	Prettier than Ann?

		GRAHAM
		(voice on tape)
	Different.

28   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Cynthia and John are having sex.

		CYNTHIA
		(to Graham, voice on
		 tape)
	John doesn't have sex with Ann
	anymore.

		GRAHAM
		(voice On tape)
	Is that what he tells you?

		CYNTHIA
		(voice on tape)
	He doesn't have to tell me.

Cynthia has an intense orgasm. She rolls off of John, sweating.

		JOHN
	Jesus Christ. You are on fire
	today.

Cynthia smiles.

		CYNTHIA
	Yes. You can go now.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	If you won't talk to me, I can't
	help you.

A moment of silence. John is starting to put his clothes on.
Cynthia lies in bed, her eyes closed, her face serene.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	I hate my sister.

29   INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- DAY

		DOCTOR
	Why?

		ANN
		(rambling)
	Because all she thinks about are
	these guys she's after and I just
	hate her she's such a little slut
	I thought that in high school and
	I think that now. Why do people
	have to be so obsessed with sex all
	what's the big damn deal? I mean,
	it's okay and everything, but I
	don't understand when people let
	it control them, control their
	lives, why do they do that?

30   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ann lies awake in bed beside John, who is sound asleep.

		DOCTOR
		(voice over)
	There are many things that can
	exert control over one's life,
	good and bad. Religion, greed,
	philanthropy, drugs.

		ANN
		(voice over)
	I know, but this...I just feel
	like everybody I know right now
	is obsessed with sex.

Ann looks over at John. She slowly reaches under the covers
and grasps his penis. Without waking, he rolls over and turns
his back to her. She returns to looking at the ceiling.

		ANN
	(voice over)
	Except John, I guess.

31   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann is talking to Cynthia on the phone. Ann looks very morose.

		CYNTHIA
	He just asked me questions.

		ANN
	What kinds of questions?

		CYNTHIA
	Questions about sex.

		ANN
	Well, like what did he ask,
	exactly?

A pause.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, like, I don't want to tell
	you, exactly.

		ANN
	Oh, so you'll let a total stranger
	record your sexual life on tape,
	but you won't tell your own sister?

		CYNTHIA
	Apparently.

		ANN
	Did he ask you to take your clothes
	off?

		CYTNHIA
	Did he ask me to take my clothes
	off? No, he didn't.

		ANN
	Did you take your clothes off?

		CYNTHIA
	Yes, I did.

		ANN
		(floored)
	Cynthia!

		CYNTHIA
	What!?

		ANN
	Why did you do that?

		CYNTHIA
	Because I wanted to.

		ANN
	But why did you want to?

		CYNTHIA
	I wanted him to see me.

		ANN
	Cynthia, who knows where that tape
	may end up? He could be...bouncing
	it off some satellite or something.
	Some horny old men in South America
	or something could be watching
	it.

		CYNTHIA
	He wouldn't do that.

		ANN
	You don't know that for sure.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, it's too late now, isn't
	it?

		ANN
	Did he touch you?

		CYNTHIA
	No, but I did.

		ANN
	You touched him?

		CYTNHIA
	No, I touched me.

		ANN
	Wait a minute. Do you mean...don't
	tell me you...in front of him.

		CYNTHIA
	In front of him, Ann, yes.

		ANN
		(serious)
	You are in trouble.

		CYNTHIA
		(laughs)
	Listen to you!! You sound like
	Mom. What are you talking about?

		ANN
		(outraged)
	I can t believe you did that!!

		CYNTHIA
	Why?

		ANN
	I mean, I couldn't do that in front
	of John, even.

		CYNTHIA
	You couldn't do it, period.

		ANN
	You know what I mean, you don't
	even know him!

		CYNTHIA
	I feel like I do.

		ANN
	That doesn't mean you do. You can't
	possibly trust him,
	he's...perverted.

		CYNTHIA
	He's harmless. He just sits around
	and looks at these tapes. What's
	the big deal?

		ANN
	So he's got this catalogue of women
	touching themselves? That doesn't
	make you feel weird?

		CYNTHIA
	No. I don't think they all did
	what I did.

		ANN
	You are in serious trouble.

		CYNTHIA
	Ann, I don't understand why this
	freaks you out so much. You didn't
	do it, I did, and if it doesn't
	bother me, why should it bother
	you?

		ANN
	I don't want to discuss it.

		CYNTHIA
	Then why do you keep asking about
	it?

32   INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

A sparse daytime crowd. Cynthia serves a beer to some DUDE.
He puts the money down on the bar and looks at her.

		DUDE
		(as Marlon Brando)
	Are you an assassin?

		CYTNHIA
	Excuse me?

		DUDE
		(still Brando)
	You're an errand boy...sent by
	grocery clerks...to collect a bill.

Ann enters the lounge, carrying a package.

		DUDE
		(to Cynthia)
	Brando, it's Brando, come on.

		CYNTHIA
	It's great. Pardon me.

Cynthia moves down the bar to meet Ann.

		ANN
	I wish you'd get an answering
	machine.

		CYTNHIA
	There's a phone here.

		ANN
	It was busy.

Ann opens the package, revealing a lovely sun dress.

		ANN
	Here it is.

		CYNTHIA
	What is it?

		ANN
	It's a sun dress.

		CYNTHIA
	It looks like a tablecloth.

		ANN
	It does not.

		CYTNHIA
	Well, why would she want a sun
	dress? She's got spots on her
	shoulders and varicose veins.

		ANN
	So will you, someday.

		CYNTHIA
	Yeah, and when I do, I won't be
	wearing sun dresses.

The lounge phone rings.

		ANN
	I was just trying to--

		CYNTHIA
	Hold on.

Cynthia walks to the other end of the bar to answer the phone.
The Dude watches her pass. Then he turns to Ann and gives her
the once-over. He spots the present.

		DUDE
	Nice dress.

Ann says nothing.

		DUDE
	Wanna hear my Walter Matthau?
	You'll love this.
		(as Matthau)
	"Feeelix, what are you, craaazee?"
		(back to normal)
	Pretty good, huh?

Cynthia picks up the phone.

		CYNTHIA
	Hello.

		JOHN
	Cynthia. John.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, this is timely. Your wife
	is here, would you like to speak
	to her?

		JOHN
	She's there? What's she doing
	there?

		CYTNHIA
	She came by to show me a present
	that she and I are buying for your
	mother-in-law.

		JOHN
	Oh. When can I see you?

		CYNTHIA
	I don't know. I'm not sure I can
	duplicate the level of intensity
	I had the other day.

		JOHN
	Nothing wrong with trying.

		CYNTHIA
	I don't think my sister would
	agree.

A pause.

		JOHN
	Do you want me to stop calling?

		CYNTHIA
	Look, I'll call you, okay?

Cynthia hangs up and walks back to Ann.

		CYNTHIA
	So what's my share of the dress?

		ANN
	Thirty-two dollars.

Cynthia pulls thirty-five bucks out of her jeans. She watches
Ann put the money away.

		CYNTHIA
	Look, don't worry about the dress,
	I'm sure she'll love it.

		DUDE
		(to Ann and Cynthia)
	Hey!! How about Tom Brokaw? Nobody
	does Brokaw.
		(as Tom Brokaw)
	"In Iran today..."

33   SCENE DELETED

34   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading a book. There is a knock at his door.

		GRAHAM
	It s open.

Cynthia enters the room, looking very intent on something.

		GRAHAM
	Hello.

		CYNTHIA
	Hi.

Graham sets his book down. He looks at her for a moment, then
drags on his cigarette.

		CYNTHIA
	Look, I'm just going to come right
	out and tell you why I'm here,
	okay?

		GRAHAM
	Okay.

		CYNTHIA
	I'd like to make another tape.

Graham thinks for a moment.

		GRAHAM
	No.

		CYNTHIA
	No? Not even one more?

		GRAHAM
	I never do more than one. I'm
	sorry.

		CYNTHIA
	I can't talk you into it?

		GRAHAM
	No. You'll have to get somebody
	else.

		CYNTHIA
	Now who the hell is going to do
	that for me?

		GRAHAM
	I'm sure a substantial number of
	men in this town would volunteer.

		CYNTHIA
	But I want you to do it, I want
	somebody who will ask the right
	questions and everything, somebody
	I can play to and feel safe because
	you can't do anything.

		GRAHAM
	Ouch. Okay, I deserved that.
	Cynthia, don't you understand?
	After the first time it's just
	not spontaneous. There's no edge
	anymore. Look at the tapes, there
	is only one date on each label.
	I have never taped anyone twice.

		CYNTHIA
	So make an exception.

		GRAHAM
	No.

		CYNTHIA
	How about if you record over the
	one we already made? You could
	have the same date and not use
	another tape. Who would know?

		GRAHAM
	I would.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, what the hell am I supposed
	to do?

		GRAHAM
	Cynthia, I don't know.

		CYNTHIA
	I can't believe you're doing this
	after I let you tape me.

		GRAHAM
	I'm sorry. I can't do it.

		CYNTHIA
	Goddamit, give me my tape, then.

		GRAHAM
	No.

Cynthia heads for the tape box. Graham leaps up to stop her.

		CYNTHIA
		(digging through the
		box)
	It's my fucking tape, you asshole--

Graham grabs her wrists momentarily.

		GRAHAM
		(heated)
	No!! I told you what the parameters
	were and you agreed. It's my tape.
	I look at it, I touch it, nobody
	else.

Cynthia and Graham look at each other for a long moment.

		GRAHAM
	Please go, I'd like you to go now.

Cynthia looks at him.

		CYNTHIA
	Sure, okay.

She leaves.

35   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John and Ann lie in bed. The lights are out. Ann is wide awake,
while John is on the verge of sleep. He rolls over and puts his
arm around her. She gets up and sits in a chair opposite the
bed.

		ANN
	John?

		JOHN
	Mmmmm...

		ANN
	I called you Tuesday at 3:30 and
	they said you weren't in. Do you
	remember where you were?

CUT TO:

36   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John and Cynthia are in Cynthia's bed, kissing. On the floor,
John's watch reads 3:11 pm.

CUT BACK TO:

37   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

		JOHN
	Tuesday. I had a late lunch.

		ANN
	Did you see a message to call me
	when you got back in?

CUT TO:

38   EXT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John leaves Cynthia's house and drives straight home, greeting
Ann as he steps through the front door.

CUT BACK TO:

39   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

		JOHN
	Yes. I just got busy.

		ANN
	That's interesting, because I
	didn't leave a message.

John is waking up a little.

		JOHN
	Then maybe I saw an old message.
	There are a lot of them on my desk,
	you know.

		ANN
	Who'd you have lunch with?

		JOHN
	I ate by myself.

A pause.

		JOHN
	Something wrong?

		ANN
	Are you having an affair?

		JOHN
	Jesus Christ, where'd that come
	from? I have a late lunch by
	myself and now I'm fucking
	somebody?

		ANN
	Well, are you?

		JOHN
	No, I'm not. Frankly, I'm offended
	at the accusation.

		ANN
	If I'm right, I want to know.
	I don't want you to lie. I'd be
	very upset, but not as upset as
	if I'd found out you'd been lying.

		JOHN
	There's nothing to know, Ann.

		ANN
	I can't tell you how upset I would
	be if you were lying.

		JOHN
	Ann, you are completely paranoid.
	Not ten minutes ago I wanted to
	make love for the first time in
	weeks, and you act like I'm dipped
	in shit. You know, I think there
	are a lot of women that would be
	glad to have a young, straight
	male making a pretty good living
	beside them in bed with a hard
	on.

		ANN
	My sister, for one. Is that who
	it is?

		JOHN
	For God's sake, Ann, I am not
	fucking your sister. I don't find
	her that attractive, for one.

		ANN
	Is that supposed to comfort me?

		JOHN
	I was just saying, you know? I
	didn't get paranoid when you didn't
	want to make love. I could have
	easily assumed that you didn't
	want to because you were having
	an affair.

		ANN
	But I'm not.

		JOHN
	I'm not either!!

		ANN
	Why don't I believe you?

		JOHN
	Look, this conversation is utterly
	ridiculous. Maybe when you have
	some evidence, we should talk,
	but don't give me conjecture and
	intuition.

		ANN
	Always the lawyer.

		JOHN
	Goddam right. I mean, can you
	imagine: "Your honor, I'm positive
	this man is guilty. I can't place
	him at the scene or establish a
	motive, but I have this really
	strong feeling."

		ANN
	You've made your point.

		JOHN
	I'm sorry. It's just...I'm under
	a lot of pressure with this
	Kirkland thing, it's my first big
	case as junior partner, and I work
	all day, I come home, I look
	forward to seeing you, and...it
	hurts that you accuse me like that.

A pause. Ann exhales.

		ANN
	I'm sorry, too. I...I get these
	ideas in my head, you know, and
	I have nothing to do all day but
	sit around and concoct these
	intricate scenarios. And then
	I want to believe it so I don't
	think I've wasted the whole day.
	Last week I was convinced you were
	having an affair with Cynthia,
	I don't know why.

		JOHN
	I don't, either. I mean, Cynthia,
	of all people. She's so...

		ANN
	Loud.

		JOHN
	Yeah. Jeez, give me some credit.

		ANN
	I didn't say it was rational, I
	just said I was convinced.

		JOHN
	Isn't therapy helping at all?

		ANN
	I don't know. Sometimes I feel
	stupid babbling about my little
	problems while children are
	starving in the world.

		JOHN
	Quitting your therapy won't feed
	the children of Ethiopia.

		ANN
	I know.

A pause.

		ANN
	You never used to say "fucking".

40   SCENE DELETED

41   INT. CYNTHIA BISHOP'S APARTMENT -- DAY

John sits on the edge of Cynthia's bed, slowly undressing.

		JOHN
	It's just so blatantly stupid,
	I have a hard time believing you
	did it.

		CYNTHIA
	What's so stupid about it?

		JOHN
	That you...you don't even know
	the guy.

		CYNTHIA
	Well, you know him, he's a friend
	of yours, do you think he can be
	trusted?

		JOHN
	Shit, after what you've told me,
	I don't know. I should've known,
	when he showed up dressed like
	some arty brat.

		CYNTHIA
	I like the way he dresses.

		JOHN
	What if this tape gets into the
	wrong hands?

		CYNTHIA
	"The wrong hands"? We're not
	talking about military secrets,
	John. They're just tapes that he
	makes so he can sit around and
	get off.

		JOHN
	Jesus Christ. And he doesn't have
	sex with any of them? They just
	talk?

		CYNTHIA
	Right.

		JOHN
	Jesus. I could almost understand
	it if he was screwing these people,
	almost. Why doesn't he just buy
	some magazines or porno movies
	or something?

		CYNTHIA
	Doesn't work. He has to know the
	people, he has to be able to
	interact with them.

		JOHN
	Interact, fine, but did you have
	to masturbate in front of him,
	for God's sake? I mean...

A pause.

		CYNTHIA
	I felt like it, so what? Goddam,
	you and Ann make such a big deal
	out of it.

		JOHN
	You told Ann about this?

		CYNTHIA
	Of course. She is my sister. I
	tell her almost everything.

		JOHN
	I wish you hadn't done that.

		CYNTHIA
	Why not?

		JOHN
	It's just something I'd prefer
	she didn't know about.

		CYNTHIA
	She's a grown-up, she can handle
	it.

		JOHN
	I just...Ann is very...

		CYNTHIA
	Hung up.

		JOHN
	It just wasn't a smart thing to
	do. Did you sign any sort of
	paper, or did he have any contract
	with you saying he wouldn't
	broadcast these tapes?

		CYNTHIA
	No.

		JOHN
	You realize you have no recourse
	legally? This stuff could show
	up anywhere.

		CYNTHIA
	It won't. I trust him.

		JOHN
		(disbelieving)
	You trust him.

		CYNTHIA
	Yeah, I do. A helluva lot more
	than I trust you.

		JOHN
	What do you mean?

		CYNTHIA
	Exactly what I said. I'd trust
	him before I'd trust you. How much
	clearer can I be?

		JOHN
	It hurts that you would say that
	to me.

		CYNTHIA
		(laughs)
	Oh, please. Come on, John. You're
	fucking your wife's sister and
	you hardly been married a year.
	You're a liar. But at least I know
	you're a liar. It's the people that
	don't know, like Ann, that have to
	watch out.

		JOHN
	By definition you're lying to Ann,
	too.

		CYNTHIA
	That's right. But I never took
	a vow in front of God and everybody
	to be "faithful" to my sister.

		JOHN
	Look, are we going to do it or
	not?

		CYNTHIA
	Actually, no, I've changed my mind.
	I shouldn't have called.

		JOHN
		(ingratiating)
	Well, I'm here now. I'd like to
	do something...

		CYNTHIA
	How about straightening up the
	living room?

John doesn't smile.

		CYNTHIA
	Come on, John. You should be happy,
	we've gone this far without Ann
	finding out, I'm making it real
	easy on you. Just walk out of here
	and I'll see you at your house
	for a family dinner sometime.

		JOHN
	Did he put you up to this?

		CYNTHIA
	Who?

		JOHN
	Graham.

		CYNTHIA
	No, he didn't put me up to this.
	Jesus, I don't need people to tell
	me what I should do. I've just
	been thinking about things, that's
	all.

		JOHN
	I can't believe I let him stay
	in my house. Right under my nose.
	That deviant fucker was right under
	my nose and I didn't see him.

		CYNTHIA
	If he had been under your prick
	you'd have spotted him for sure.

		JOHN
		(looks at her)
	God, you...you're mean.

		CYNTHIA
	I know. Will you please leave now?

		JOHN
	Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe
	I want to talk.

		CYNTHIA
	John, we have nothing to talk
	about.

		JOHN
	I knew it, I knew it. Things are
	getting complicated.

		CYNTHIA
	No, John, things are getting real
	simple.

42   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann, dressed in some of John's work clothes (old cotton shirt,
khaki pants) is cleaning the house. Not cleaning like a normal
person, but like an obsessive/compulsive person. Scrubbing spots
that are already clean, vacuuming the same area of rug over
and over, etc. Suddenly, an object lodges itself in the snout
of the vacuum cleaner, making a loud noise. Shutting the machine
off, Ann turns it over and sees that Cynthia's diamond stud
earring has gotten hooked in the take-up roller.

Ann stares at Cynthia's earring for a long moment.

CUT TO:

Cynthia picking up her jacket from beside the bed after having
sex with John. The earring slips out of the pocket and bounces
under the edge of the bed.

CUT BACK TO:

Ann as she sets the earring onto the floor and begins to pound
it with the bottom of a water glass, trying to smash it to
pieces. She soon realizes the futility of trying to break a
diamond.

Ann looks down at herself. Suddenly realizing that she is
dressed in John's clothing, she frantically rips the shirt and
pants from her body as though the material were burning her
skin. Popped buttons skid across the floor.

Clothed only in her bra and underwear, Ann sits in the middle
of the bedroom floor, arms around herself.

43   EXT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ann, now in jeans and t-shirt, stumbles to her car. Once inside,
she jams the key into the ignition and rests her head against
the steering wheel.

44   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Ann lifts her head from the steering wheel and looks up. She
looks almost surprised to find that she has driven to Graham's.
Slowly, she gets out of the car.

45   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading.

There is a weak knock at the door. Graham listens, not sure he
heard anything. There is a second weak knock.

		GRAHAM
	It's open!

Nothing happens. Graham gets up and opens the door himself.
Ann stands against the wall of the hallway, her head down, her
breathing deliberate. Concerned, Graham slowly begins to lead
her inside. Impulsively, she hugs him tightly.

Unaccustomed to physical contact, Graham's hands hang awkwardly
at his side. Ann slowly pulls back from the embrace and sits
down. Graham goes to the kitchen area and gets her a glass of
water. He gives it to her and sits in the chair opposite. Ann
holds the glass in her hand, staring at it.

		GRAHAM
	It's bottled, not tap.

A weak smile from Ann. She drinks, swallowing with difficulty.

		ANN
	I'm not sure why I came here. I
	had kind of decided not to talk
	to you after...you know.

		GRAHAM
	I know.

A pause.

		ANN
	That son of a bitch.

Ann looks at Graham.

		ANN
		(sarcastic)
	John and Cynthia have been...
	"fucking".

		GRAHAM
	I know.

		ANN
		(stunned)
	You know?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	How did you know?

		GRAHAM
	She said it on her tape.

		ANN
		(angry)
	Why didn't you tell me?

		GRAHAM
	Ann, when would I have told you?
	We were not speaking, if you
	recall.

Ann says nothing.

		GRAHAM
	But even if we had been speaking,
	I wouldn't have told you.

		ANN
	Why not?

		GRAHAM
	It's not my place to tell you these
	things, Ann. You have to find out
	by yourself or from John directly.
	You have to trust me on this.

Ann shakes her head.

		ANN
	My life is...shit. It's all shit.
	It's like somebody saying, "Okay,
	chairs are not chairs, they're
	actually swimming pools" I mean,
	nothing is what I thought it was.
	What happened to me? Have I been
	asleep? I vaguely remember the
	wedding, but a lot of it is just
	a blur...like I was watching
	from a distance. I can't believe
	him. Why didn't I trust my
	intuition?

Graham says nothing.

		ANN
	And I'm vacuuming his goddam rug.
	His rug, that he paid to have put
	in his house. Nothing in that place
	belongs to me. I wanted to put
	some of my grandmother's furniture
	in it, but he wouldn't let me.
	So I m vacuuming his rug. That
	bastard.

Ann looks at Graham.

		ANN
	I want to make a tape.

A pause.

		GRAHAM
	Do you think that's such a good
	idea?

		ANN
	Don't you want to make one?

		GRAHAM
	Yes. But I sense the element of
	revenge here.

		ANN
	What difference does it make why
	I do it?

		GRAHAM
	I want you to be aware of what
	you're doing and why, because I
	know that this is not the sort
	of thing you would do in a normal
	frame of mind.

		ANN
	What would you know about a normal
	frame of mind?

		GRAHAM
	(impressed)
	That's a good question.

		ANN
	What do you have to do to get
	ready?

		GRAHAM
	Load a new tape, turn the camera
	on.

		ANN
	Then do it.

Graham opens a new box of videotapes.

		ANN
	How do you pay for all this? I
	mean, rent, and tapes and this
	equipment.

		GRAHAM
	I have money.

		ANN
	What will you do when the money
	runs out?

		GRAHAM
	It won't. Are you ready?

		ANN
	Yes.

Graham turns the camera on.

		GRAHAM
	Tell me your name.

		ANN
	Ann Bishop Millaney.

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

46   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

Street lights are illuminated. Night is imminent.

47   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DUSK

Graham stops the video recorder. The record meter is stopped at
46:02.

Ann sits beside Graham on the couch. She looks into his eyes,
stroking his hair.

After a moment, she gets up to leave.

48   INT. JOHN AND ANN MILLANEY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

John is talking on the phone as Ann walks through the door.
He mumbles an apology into the receiver and hangs up as Ann
moves to the couch, her expression calm.

		JOHN
		(worried)
	Jesus Christ! What the hell
	happened? I came home and
	your car was gone, the door
	was open, I thought for sure
	you'd been abducted by some mad
	fucker, I was literally just
	calling the cops when you walked
	in. What happened?

		ANN
	I want out of this marriage.


		JOHN
		(genuinely shocked)
	What?

		ANN
		(looks at him)
	I want out of this marriage.

		JOHN
	Why?

		ANN
	We'll call it uncontested or
	whatever. I just want out.

John moves to sit beside her on the couch. Ann does not look
at him.

		JOHN
		(conciliatory)
	Ann, honey, please, tell me what's
	wrong. Don't just say you want
	out and leave me wondering. You
	can't just go without telling me
	why.

Ann turns to look at him for a moment, then turns away.

		ANN
	Fuck you. I can do what I want.

John's mouth literally hangs open in shock. He is dumbstruck.

		ANN
	I'll stay at my mother's.

John gets up from the couch and begins pacing.

		JOHN
	Where did you go when you left
	here?

		ANN
	I drove around. Then I went to
	talk with Graham.

John smacks his hand on his leg.

		JOHN
	Goddammit, goddammit!! That son
	of a bitch!!
		(thinking)
	Well, at least I know you didn't
	fuck him.

		ANN
	No, but I wanted to. I really
	wanted to, partially just to piss
	you off.

John is seething.

		JOHN
	You're leaving me for him, aren't
	you? Well, that makes a sad sort
	of sense. He can't, and you won't.

		ANN
	I'm not going to discuss this with
	you anymore. You're making no
	sense.

John walks over to Ann.

		JOHN
	Did you make one of those goddam
	tapes?

Ann says nothing.

		JOHN
	Answer me, godammit!! Did you make
	one of those tapes?

		ANN
	Yes!

John explodes, hitting the wall all around Ann. She cowers
beneath the storm.

John bolts from the house.

		ANN
	DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!!!

49   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Graham stands in the middle of the room with a cigarette in
his mouth, trying to teach himself to moonwalk.

50   EXT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

John screeches to a halt, parking haphazardly. He gets out of
the car and runs to Graham's apartment.

51   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

John bursts through the door without bothering to knock. Graham
looks up, startled. Before he can even react, John has him by
the lapels.

		GRAHAM
	Hi, John.

		JOHN
	Where are the tapes, Graham?

		GRAHAM
	What tapes?

		JOHN
	You know which tapes! Where are
	they?

		GRAHAM
	John, as a lawyer, you should know
	that those tapes are private
	property.

		JOHN
	So is my wife, asshole!!

		GRAHAM
	She's not property, John, she's a
	person. Were you just going to
	keep right on lying to her?

		JOHN
	What the hell do you think? I
	love Ann. You think I'm going to
	tell her about Cynthia and hurt
	her feelings like that?

		GRAHAM
	God, you need help.

		JOHN
	I need help? Whose sitting by
	himself in a room choking his
	chauncey to a bunch of videotapes,
	Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the
	fucking nut. Now show me those
	tapes.

		GRAHAM
	No.

		JOHN
	I'm not kidding, Graham, you'd
	better do what I say. Give me those
	tapes.

		GRAHAM
	No.

John punches Graham in the jaw, knocking him to the floor.
Graham feels his mouth for blood as John picks him up by the
shirt.

		JOHN
	Graham, I swear to Christ I'll
	kill your scrawny ass. Now give
	me those tapes.

		GRAHAM
	No.

John roughly pushes Graham into one of the director's chairs,
which topples over and throws Graham to the floor once again.

John looks around. He sees the boxes of tapes and begins to
go through the contents. Graham gets up and runs over to stop
him.

		GRAHAM
	Get away from those!! They belong
	to me!!

Graham and John struggle. John hits Graham in the stomach and
pushes him to the floor.

		JOHN
	Give me your keys.

		GRAHAM
	My keys?

John bends over and starts going through Graham's pockets.

		JOHN
	Your keys, asshole!! Your two
	fucking keys!! Give them to me!!

		GRAHAM
	I'm not going to give you my keys.

John beats Graham until Graham can offer no resistance. He then
drags Graham into the hallway and leaves him there.

John then locks himself inside Graham's apartment.

John walks over to the boxes of videotapes and begins to search
through them spastically. He finds both Cynthia and Ann's tapes.
After a brief deliberation, he decides to watch Ann's. He turns
on the player and the monitor. After pulling a chair up to the
screen, John presses the button marked "play".

In the hallway, Graham drags himself to the door of his
apartment. Putting his ear to the inlet, he strains to hear
what is going on inside.

John watches the monitor come to life.

The image is Ann, sitting in a chair.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Tell me your name.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Ann Bishop Millaney.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	You are married, correct?

		JOHN
	Goddam right.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Who usually initiates sex?

John's jaw tightens.

		JOHN
	Bastard...

		ANN
		(on tape)
	He does.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Do you talk to him?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	When we're making love?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Yes.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Sometimes. Afterward.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Does he go down on you?

		JOHN
		(shouting at Graham)
	You son of a bitch!!

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Not very often.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	I would.

John is literally so mad he can't speak. He watches the screen
in mute anger, his hands wrapped tightly around the arms of
the chair. Graham still listens from the hallway.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Have you ever wanted to make love
	to someone other than your husband?

		JOHN
	Goddamit...

Ann hesitates.

		JOHN
		(to Ann's image)
	Answer him, goddammit!!

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	You're hesitating. I think that
	means you have.

		JOHN
		(to Graham on tape)
	Shut up!!!

		ANN
		(on tape)
	You don't know what I'm thinking.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	It's a simple question. Have you
	ever thought of having--making
	love with someone other than your
	husband?

John leans forward.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Is he going to see this?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Absolutely not.

A sarcastic chuckle from John. In the hallway, Graham furrows
his brow.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I have thought about it, yes.

		JOHN
		(to Ann's image)
	You bitch. I knew it.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Did you have sex before you were
	married?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Did the person you made love with
	satisfy you more than your husband?

		JOHN
		(to Graham)
	God damn you!!

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes.

John stands and throws his chair against the door. Graham, still
listening at the door, is startled.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	And you have thought about...making
	love to that person again since
	you ve been married?

John watches the monitor, his eyes beginning to water.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I don't see what difference it
	makes, I mean, I can think what
	I want.
		(pause)
	I don't know if I want to do this
	anymore, I'm afraid...I don't mind
	answering the questions so much,
	but if somebody were to see this...

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	At some level, I don't understand
	your nervousness. Have you decided
	to leave John?

Ann thinks. John watches.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes, I have. I will.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Then as far as this taping goes,
	you have nothing to worry about.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I guess not.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Do you want me to stop?

John, absorbed in the image, absently shakes his head.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	No.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Are there people other than your
	previous lover that you have
	fantasized about?

A pause.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes. Whenever...all right, look.
	Whenever I see a man that I think
	is attractive, I wonder what it
	would be like with him, I mean,
	I'm just curious, I don't act on
	it, but I hate that I think that!!
	I wish I could just forget about
	that stuff!!

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Why?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Because that's how Cynthia thinks!!
	All she does is think about that
	stuff, and I hate that, I don't
	want to be like her, I don't want
	to be like her!!

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	You're not like your sister. You
	couldn't be like her if you wanted
	to.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I know. Deep down, I know that.
	It just bothers me, when I have
	feelings or impulses that she has.

John picks up the chair he threw and sets it upright. He sits
down and watches the screen impassively. Graham still listens
from outside.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	So you do fantasize?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	About who?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I fantasized about you.

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	About me?

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Yes.

A pause.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Have you fantasized about me?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	I thought I made that clear before,
	when I said I would go down on
	you.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	I remember. You could do that,
	couldn't you? Go down on me?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	Yes.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	If I asked you to, would you? Not
	on tape, I mean?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	No.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	On tape?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	No.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Why not?

		GRAHAM
		(on tape)
	If I can't do it all, I don't want
	to do anything. And I can't do
	it all.

		ANN
		(on tape)
	Can't or won't?

A pause. John is still watching the tape, his face betraying
no emotion. Graham still listens from outside.

CUT TO:

The previous afternoon. We are no longer looking at Ann on the
monitor, but watching her and Graham AS THEY MADE THE TAPE. For
instance, we can now see Graham from Ann's point of view, or the
two of them at the same time, etc.

		GRAHAM
	Can't.

		ANN
	You said you weren't always
	impotent.

		GRAHAM
	That's correct.

		ANN
	So you have had sex.

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	Who was the last person you had
	sex with?

		GRAHAM
	Her name was Elizabeth.

		ANN
	So what happened? Was it so bad
	that it turned you off?

		GRAHAM
	No, it was wonderful. That wasn't
	the problem.

		ANN
	What was the problem?

		GRAHAM
	The problem was me. I was...I was
	a pathological liar. Or am, I
	should say. Lying is like
	alcoholism, one is always
	"recovering".

		ANN
	So you lied to her?

		GRAHAM
	Yes. I did. Willfully and
	repeatedly.

		ANN
	How come?

		GRAHAM
	I loved her for how good she made
	me feel, and I hated her for how
	good she made me feel. And at that
	time, I tended to express my
	feelings non-verbally. I couldn't
	handle anyone having that much
	control over my emotions.

		ANN
	And now you can?

		GRAHAM
	Now I make sure that no one has
	the opportunity to test me.

		ANN
	Don't you get lonely?

		GRAHAM
	How could I, with all these nice
	people stopping by? The fact is
	that I've lived by myself for so
	long, I can't imagine living with
	another person. It's amazing what
	you can get used to if enough time
	goes by. And anyway, I'm asking
	the questions. Are you happy?

		ANN
	I don't know anymore. I thought
	I was, but obviously I was wrong.

		GRAHAM
	Did you confront John with the
	fact that you knew about him?

		ANN
	Not yet. I'm not sure I will. I
	just want out.

		GRAHAM
	If you do get out of your marriage,
	will you continue to be inhibited?

		ANN
	I don't know. It all gets back
	to that Cynthia thing. I don't
	like her...eagerness. There's
	nothing left to imagine, there's
	no...

		GRAHAM
	Subtlety?

		ANN
	Subtlety, yes. No subtlety. Plus,
	I've never really felt able to
	open up with anyone. I mean, that
	other person I told you about,
	I enjoyed making love with him
	a lot, but I still wasn't able
	to really let go. I always feel
	like I'm being watched and I
	shouldn't embarrass myself.

		GRAHAM
	And you feel the same way with
	John?

		ANN
	Kind of. I mean, John's like this
	kind of...craftsman. Like he's
	a carpenter, and he makes really
	good tables. But that's all he
	can make, and I don't need anymore
	tables.

		GRAHAM
	Interesting analogy.

		ANN
	I'm babbling.

		GRAHAM
	No, you're not.

		ANN
		(thinking)
	God, I m so mad at him!!

		GRAHAM
	You should be. He lied to you.
	So did Cynthia.

		ANN
	Yeah, I know, but somehow I expect
	that from her, I mean, she'll do
	it with almost anybody, I don't
	know, I shouldn't stick up for
	her I guess, but him. He lied
	so...deeply!! Ooo, I want to watch
	him die!!

Ann sits quietly for a moment. Graham watches her silently.
The camera continues to roll.

		ANN
		(looks up at Graham)
	You're really never going to make
	love again?

		GRAHAM
	I'm not planning on it.

A pause.

		ANN
	If you were in love with me, would
	you?

		GRAHAM
	I'm not in love with you.

		ANN
	But if you were?

		GRAHAM
	I...I can't answer that precisely.

		ANN
	But I feel like maybe I could be
	really comfortable with you.

		GRAHAM
	That's very flattering.

		ANN
	So why won't you make love with
	me? Why wouldn't you, I mean?

		GRAHAM
	Ann. Are you asking me
	hypothetically, or are you asking
	me for real, right now?

		ANN
	I'm asking for real. I want you
	to turn that camera off and make
	love with me. Will you?

A pause.

		GRAHAM
	I can't.

		ANN
	Why not?

		GRAHAM
	I've told you.

		ANN
	But I don't understand--

		GRAHAM
	Ann, it could happen to me all
	over again, don't you see? I could
	start to--

		ANN
	But how do you know for sure, you
	have to try to find a way to fig--

		GRAHAM
	I couldn't face her if I had slept
	with somebody else.

A pause.

		ANN
	Who? Elizabeth?

		GRAHAM
		(uncomfortable)
	Yes.

		ANN
	You mean you're still in contact
	with her?

		GRAHAM
	No.

		ANN
	But you're planning to be?

		GRAHAM
	I don't know. Possibly.

		ANN
	Wait a minute, wait a minute.
	What's going on here? Did you come
	back here just to see her again?

		GRAHAM
	Not entirely.

		ANN
	But that was part of it?

		GRAHAM
	Yes.

		ANN
	Like maybe a big part?

		GRAHAM
	Possibly.

		ANN
	Graham, I mean, what do you think
	her reaction is going to be if
	you contact her?

		GRAHAM
	I don't know.

		ANN
	Look at you, look at what's
	happened to you, look how you've
	changed! Don't you think she will
	have changed?

		GRAHAM
	I don't know. I really would rather
	not talk about it.

		ANN
		(has to laugh)
	Whoa!! I'm so glad we got that
	on tape!! You won't answer a
	question about Elizabeth, but I
	have to answer all these intimate
	questions about my sex life!!
	Graham, what do you think she's
	going to make of all these
	videotapes? Are you going to tell
	her about them? I can't imagine
	her being too understanding about
	that. But since you don't lie
	anymore, you'll have to say
	something.

		GRAHAM
	As I said, I haven't decided what
	to do, exactly. Perhaps I won't
	do anything.

		ANN
	Oh, you just moved here to think
	about it, right?

Graham says nothing. Ann looks at him.

		ANN
	Oh, God, Graham, this is
	so...pathetic. You're not even
	what you pretend to be, you're
	a lie, you're a bigger lie than
	you ever were.

Graham sets the camera down, though it continues to record.
He is visibly upset.

		GRAHAM
	All right, you want to talk about
	lies, let's talk about lies, Ann.
	Let's talk about lying to yourself.
	You haven't been able to sleep
	with your husband because you're
	no longer in love with him, and
	maybe you never were. You haven't
	been honest with yourself in longer
	than you can remember.

		ANN
		(heated)
	Yeah, you're right. But I never
	claimed to know everything like
	you, and have all these little
	theories. I'm still learning, I
	know that. But I don't feel like
	I've wasted time. If I had to go
	through my marriage to get to where
	I am right now, fine.

Ann moves in closer, burrowing, her eyes on fire.

		ANN
	But you. You have wasted nine
	years. I mean, that has to be
	some sort of weird record or
	something, nine years. How does
	that feel?

Graham says nothing. Ann picks up the camera and points it at
him.

		GRAHAM
	Don't do that.

		ANN
	Why not?

		GRAHAM
	Because.

		ANN
	"Because"? That's not good enough.
	I asked you a question, Graham.
	I asked you "how does it feel"?
	How does it feel, Mr. I Want To
	Go Down On You But I Can't? Do
	you know how many people you've
	sucked into your weird little
	world? Including me? Come on,
	how does it feel?

		GRAHAM
	I can't tell you like this.

		ANN
	I'm just going to keep asking until
	you answer. I'm sure there's plenty
	of tape.

		GRAHAM
	I don't find this "turning the
	tables" thing very interesting--

		ANN
	I don't care.

Graham reaches up for the camera. Ann knocks his hand away.

		ANN
	Not until I get some answers. Tell
	what you feel. Not what you think,
	I've heard plenty of that. What
	you feel.

Graham is on the verge of completely falling apart.

		ANN
	Come on!!

		GRAHAM
	All right!! All right!! You want
	to know? You want to know how
	I feel? I feel ashamed. Is that
	what you wanted to hear?

A pause. Graham regains his composure somewhat.

		ANN
	Why are you ashamed?

		GRAHAM
	Jesus Christ, Ann. Why is anybody
	anything? I think you have this
	idea that people are either all
	good or all bad, and you don't
	allow for any gray areas, and
	that's what most of us consist
	of.

		ANN
	You're not answering me.

		GRAHAM
		(heated)
	Well, what kind of answer are you
	looking for, Ann? What is it
	exactly that you want to know?

		ANN
	I want to know why you are the
	way you are!

		GRAHAM
	And I'm telling you it's not any
	one thing that I can point to and
	say "That's why!" It doesn't work
	that way with people who have
	problems, Ann, it's not that neat,
	it's not that tidy! It's not a
	series of little boxes that you
	can line up and count. Things
	just don't happen that way.

		ANN
	But why can't you just put it all
	behind you? Can't you just forget
	it? All that stuff you did?

		GRAHAM
	No, Ann, I can't. I can't forget
	it. It's not something I can fix.
	It's difficult. There s something
	in my mind...the way my brain
	works...
		[frustrated)
	God, Ann, when you're with another
	person, and you re...inside
	them, you're so vulnerable, you're
	revealing so much...there's no
	protection. And...somebody could
	say, or do something to you while
	you re in this...state
	of...nakedness. And they could
	hurt you without even knowing it.
	In a way that you couldn't even
	see.
		(looks at Ann)
	And you would withdraw. To make
	sure it didn't happen again.

Ann looks at him for a long moment and then sets the camera
down.

She moves in front of Graham and kneels.

		ANN
	I want to touch you.

Graham shakes his head.

		ANN
	I want to touch you.

		GRAHAM
	No.

Ann reaches out, and Graham instinctively begins to move away.

		ANN
	Graham.

Something in her voice makes him stop. Their eyes lock. Graham
slowly moves back toward her.

Ann's hand eases out to him, her eyes still burning into his.
Graham closes his eyes, accepting Ann's touch.

She caresses him.

Slowly.

Delicately.

She touches his arms, his face, his hair.

Closing her eyes, she takes his hand and puts it against her
face.

She begins to lie him back on the couch. When he offers light
resistance, she gently persists.

		ANN
	Keep your eyes closed.

Graham lies back, silently obeying.

Ann touches his face.

Gradually, her hand slips to his neck and she begins to
unbutton his shirt. She watches his face, hoping that he will
remain calm. He does.

She rubs her hand on his chest.

Once again she brings Graham's hand to her face. She moves his
hand to her neck and throat, painting her skin with his fingers.

Soon each hand is exploring the other. Fingers search for and
find hidden areas.

Ann stands.

Their hands remain together, and Graham's eyes remain closed.
Ann moves onto the couch with Graham.

She gently lowers herself into a sitting position on his waist.

She slowly moves both of her hands onto Graham's chest. They
move forward and back, like a lazy tide.

She looks at Graham. His face is tranquil.

Ann quietly begins to move her face toward his.

Soon she is hovering inches above him, her long hair touching
his features.

She lowers her lips to his forehead and kisses him. She waits
for a negative reaction. Getting none, she moves lower and
kisses his eyes. Still receiving no discouragement, she moves
to his nose.

A subtle movement from Graham. Ann waits for a moment.

She then moves to his lips, her luxuriant tresses enveloping
his face.

She kisses him lightly.

She kisses him again.

Graham tilts his head back and she softly kisses his neck.

Graham's hands make their way up Ann's back until they have
reached her neck. He slowly pulls his face to hers.

He kisses her.

Graham is flooded with warmth and excitement.

He caresses her, intoxicating himself with physical contact.

The kisses become more meaningful, and the touching becomes
more passionate.

For a moment, Graham seems about to evaporate in a state of
ecstasy, his eyes filled with relief and happiness.

But his gaze happens to fall on the video camera, which
continues to record.

Graham seizes up and abruptly backs away from Ann's embrace.
Reality slowly envelopes him.

		ANN
	Graham...

		GRAHAM
	I'm okay. It's okay.

Ann reaches for his hand. He allows her to take it.

		GRAHAM
		(almost dazed)
	It's okay.

Graham looks at Ann for a long moment. She sees the acceptance
and gratitude in his eyes. She smiles lightly.

Graham moves forward and shuts off the camera.

CUT BACK TO:

John watching the tape. There is video snow on the monitor now.
The tape timer reads 46:02. John gets up slowly, ejects the tape
from the player, and heads for the door.

Graham, hearing the footsteps approach, backs away from the
inlet. His eye is swollen, and he holds one of his hands in
a curious position.

John opens the door. He looks at Graham for a moment before
reaching into his pocket for Graham's keys. He dangles them
in his hand as he stands over Graham.

		JOHN
	I never told you this, because
	I thought it would crush you, but
	now I could give a shit.
		(pause)
	I fucked Elizabeth. Before you
	broke up. Before you were having
	trouble, even. So you can stop
	making her into a saint. She was
	good in bed and she could keep
	a secret. And that's about all
	I can say about her.

John drops Graham's keys to the floor and leaves. Graham stands,
fighting back tears, and walks into his apartment.

He pulls Ann's tape from the videotape player.

He reaches inside the cassette cartridge and pulls the videotape
itself out, ruining it forever. He does the same to every other
tape in both the boxes. Calmly. Deliberately. Methodically.

He walks over to the camera/recorder, trailing a mound of
videotape behind him. He breaks the lens off the camera body,
and smashes the inner workings against the edge of the table.
He then drops the damaged unit into the pile of destroyed tape,
where it disappears.

CUT TO BLACK:

THEN CUT TO:

52   INT. LAW OFFICES -- DAY

John Millaney talks to his colleague.

		JOHN
	Man, not having to answer to
	anybody... I feel like this huge
	weight has been lifted from my
	shoulders. I mean, come on, if
	I decide that I'd rather live
	alone, what's so bad about that?
	It's not like I've decided to live
	a life of crime, right?
	It's just how I feel, you can't
	help the way you feel, you just
	have to be honest about it.

John dials a number on his telephone.

		VOICE ON PHONE
	IBM.

		JOHN
		(to phone)
	Brian Kirkland, please.

		VOICE ON PHONE
	May I ask who's calling?

		JOHN
	John Millaney.

		VOICE ON PHONE
	One moment.

		JOHN
		(to his colleague)
	Anyway, I've always said, the work
	is the thing. I can be happy
	without a marriage, but take away
	my work, that's different. And
	if Ann can't handle that, that's
	her problem, like we re all alone
	in this world, you know what I'm
	saying? I mean, fuck.
		(looks at phone)
	Jesus, what's takin' this guy?

The intercom clicks to life.

		SECRETARY
		(on speaker)
	Mr. Millaney?

		JOHN
	Yeah.

		SECRETARY
		(on speaker)
	Mr. Forman would like to see you
	in his office.

		JOHN
	Okay, in a minute, I'm on with
	a client.

		SECRETARY
	(on speaker)
	He said immediately.

		JOHN
	All right, jesus.

The intercom clicks off.

		VOICE ON PHONE
	Mr. Millaney?

		JOHN
	Yes?

		VOICE ON PHONE
	Mr. Kirkland has asked me to inform
	you that he has obtained legal
	representation elsewhere, and that
	if you have a message for him to
	leave it with me.

John swallows.

		JOHN
	Thank you. I...there is no message.
	Thank you.

John hangs up. He thinks for a moment, rubbing his forehead.

The intercom clicks to life.

		SECRETARY
		(on speaker)
	Mr. Millaney, Mr. Forman is
	waiting.

		DUDE
		(voice over)
	Come on, I'm not asking too much,
	am I? Just one little question.

53   INT. LOUNGE -- DAY

Cynthia is tending bar. The Dude from earlier is still there,
puffing On a big cigar.

		DUDE
	Just tell me what time you get
	off. Work, I mean. What's the
	harm in that? Whaddaya say?

Ann enters the lounge. Cynthia watches with apprehensive
surprise as Ann approaches with a potted plant.

		CYNTHIA
		(to Dude)
	Excuse me.

Cynthia moves to meet Ann at the end of the bar. Ann sets the
plant down on the counter. Her manner is diffident, but not
hostile.

		ANN
	I know it's your birthday, and
	I know you like plants. So I got
	you this.

Cynthia is very moved, though she struggles valiantly to conceal
her emotions.

		CYNTHIA
	Thank you.

		ANN
	Well. I can't stay.

Ann begins to leave.

		CYNTHIA
	Can I call you?

Ann turns back to face her. They look at each other for a
moment.

		ANN
	Do you have my work number?

		CYNTHIA
	No.

Ann writes the number down on a napkin.

		ANN
	I get real busy between two and
	four.

		CYNTHIA
	Okay.

	Ann looks at Cynthia again before leaving.

		ANN
	Bye.

		CYNTHIA
	Bye.

Ann leaves. Cynthia continues to look at the door long after
Ann has left.

		DUDE
	Nice plant.

Cynthia turns to him.

		CYNTHIA
	Do me a favor. Don't come in here
	anymore.

54   SCENE DELETED

55   INT. GRAHAM'S APARTMENT -- DAY

Graham sits reading. There is now some furniture in the
apartment. Bookshelves, plants, etc. There are periodicals on
the table where the video gear used to be. There are no
cigarettes.

There is a knock at Graham's door, which now has a deadbolt
lock.

		GRAHAM
	Who is it?

A knock again. Graham sets his book down and goes to the door.
He unlocks the deadbolt and opens it.

Ann stands in the hallway.

Graham is obviously flushed with feeling at seeing her. She
wordlessly moves into the room, her movements like a slow
breeze, her expression calm.

Graham watches her go by.

She stops in the middle of the room, her back to him.

Graham moves toward her slowly. Sensing him behind her, her
breathing becomes deep.

Graham slowly enfolds her in his arms, his face against her
hair.

She closes her eyes as their fingers entwine.

CUT TO BLACK
THE END
            
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